Fashion Friday: H&M

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I’ve decided recently that I’m only going to shop at H&M from now on. Head to the store on Powell near Union Square and you will find everything you need: leggings, dresses, ballet flats, blazers, purses, underwear, scarves, umbrellas, men’s wear, children’s wear. And cheap. Like dirt cheap. So cheap that if there’s something I want, but they’re out of my size, I can get it altered and it will still be cheaper than something similar at another store.

Last week, I stopped by the store before 8am on my way to work. H&M was launching their Marni designer collection at certain locations. There were at least 50 people waiting in line. Ummm, nothing is worth wasting that much time on, but it was pretty fascinating watching all these young women with printouts from the website and clutching onto magazines with the H&M pages dog-eared.

One of my favorite fashion blogs is Atlantic-Pacific. 1) I like that the blogger is based in SF. Nice to see an SF background versus NYC! 2) She features clothes from Zara and H&M with fashion that’s easily accessible to the masses.

There was a dress I saw, I believe, in Vanity Fair. I can’t remember who the designer was. It might have been Kenneth Cole. Anyhow, I searched diligently and aggressively for the dress and could not find it anywhere on their site. Meaning, they construct a full ad campaign around clothes you cannot even purchase. This happens all the time. It drives me batty!

Money Monday: HOAs

99% of San Franciscans can’t afford to buy a single family home unless you want to live in Bayview which may sound pretty, but most definitely is not. Instead we hoard our money to buy a little piece of the American dream called a condominium which means you’re permanently attached to other property owners through a building Home Owner Association (HOA). As a full-fledged member of an HOA, you have the privilege of paying monthly HOA dues. These dues can pay for utilities for the common areas, insurance, and other maintenance. Essentially, HOAs = flushing money down the toilet. If you sell your place, you will never recover this money. If you have fully paid off your home, you will continue to pay HOA dues for the duration of the time you own your home. It’s mind-boggling. So mind-boggling that hard-working people are dumb enough to pay this crap. All because we can’t afford a non-detached home. Are you with me? It’s an abusive real-estate cycle.

Since most of us property-owners can’t afford anything but a condo, the best we can do is minimize the HOA payment. I was lucky enough to buy into a newly-formed condo with reasonable owners who wanted the pay the least amount possible, because we were all smart and logical. We started out paying $100/month. I’m currently the only original owner from that first triumvirate. Since then, the dues have increased to $200. Even this amount is low. You will not find many condo owners in the city of SF paying less than that.

Sometimes I haphazardly look at Zillow listings when I dream of a better life outside of the ‘Loin. Yesterday I came across this 2-bedroom, 2-bath beauty in Lake Merritt going for $420k. 1,300+ square feet a few blocks away from BART. Doesn’t get better than this. Take a look.

200 Lakeside Dr APT 301, Oakland, CA 94612

200 Lakeside Dr APT 301, Oakland, CA 94612

200 Lakeside Dr APT 301, Oakland, CA 94612

200 Lakeside Dr APT 301, Oakland, CA 94612

200 Lakeside Dr APT 301, Oakland, CA 94612

Gorgeous, right? But something had to give. That’s (what I consider) a low price for such a cute place. I emailed the agent and asked him one question – what are the HOAs?

$720!!! That’s per month. Granted, the place comes with a door man, but $720 with all the same caveats I mentioned above. Money down the drain. So sad, so pathetic. Whoever buys this place is stupid.

Feeling Blue with the Flu

I’m STILL sick. I must have the flu. I wake up every morning feeling like I got beat up the night before—even though I go to bed before 10pm and wake up at 7:30am. Can’t wait to kick this thing. Plus there’s the Kaiser race on Sunday. I have no energy; I might have to (gasp) walk it. But I’ll save those thoughts for later on in the week.

I’m completely out of wack.

I only consume wellness drinks and chocolate. I don’t feel like eating which is a huge RED FLAG. I typically spend most of my days dreaming of what I’m going to eat next.

Read? Yep, can’t remember the last time I did that. Words on a page…so stressful. I scan the paper version of the Wall Street Journal and flip through San Francisco mags. Have any of you been reading up on the SFMOMA expansion? Pretty incredible.

San Francisco Ballet 2012 Opening Night Gala

We went to the SF Ballet’s gala last night which was splendiferous. The people-watching was like no other. Or at least for me since I don’t often mingle with high society. Ball gowns, tuxes, bow ties, and glitter. So fun seeing all these old people dolled up. When I say ‘old,’ I mean really old. They were so cute decked out in their diamond necklaces and high heels. Major bling!

My attendance at the gala hasn’t been consistent. Probably the last time I went was 2-3 years ago. This time, waiters were going around passing out champagne. That’s new to me. Plus the hall was more packed than I’ve ever seen it. Seeing all the limos and Lincoln town cars afterwards was a trip.

The gala is the show to attend. It’s like watching the full season compressed into two hours. We saw 10 vignettes. 6 dances in the first half, intermission, then 4 in the second half.

The SF Ballet is world-class. The breadth of dances performed–from classical to modern–was phenomenal. It’s must see SF arts & culture.

Book Review: A Visit from the Goon Squad

I finished reading Jennifer Egan’s Pulitzer-prize-winning A Visit from the Goon Squad which was a book club pick. This book is splendiferous. That’s my new word for 2012. Splendiferous which comes from the Latin splendor and ferre which means to bring. Bringing splendor. Kick-ass right?

Entranced by this book’s language, I felt like a groupie hanging with the cool crowd, dropping E, and chain-smoking at live music clubs in San Francisco and New York. Each chapter is its own separate story, but connected through a few main characters. These are every day stories from people who are pursuing their passion while simultaneously tackling personal deficiencies: the self-destructive music mogul living like a rockstar coming to terms with death, the washed-up actress vying for attention and a return to the big screen, the doting wife trying to insert herself into high society.

I plowed my way through to the last chapter where it all went to shit. I mean that literally. The writing and plot crapped out. It would have been better if Egan (or rather her editor) had chopped off the last two chapters. I almost threw the book against the wall, it made me angry! How is it that the main character–a prostituting kleptomaniac–gets to marry her college sweetheart (a doctor) and enjoy a happy family existence? It drove me wack-crazy. I was right there with you, feeling these characters, resonating with their plight, then you had to go with the positive uplifting conclusion? Bull-crappola.

But let’s stay upbeat. If the book had ended on page 233 of my edition, splendiferous. Absolutely splendiferous. The way Egan captured the characters. Her raw language. “I looked down at the city. Its extravagance felt wasteful, like gushing oil or some other precious thing Bennie was hoarding for himself, using it up so no one else could get any. I thought: If I had a view like this to look down on every day, I would have the energy and inspiration to conquer the world. The trouble is, when you most need such a view, no one gives it to you.”

Bravo. Haven’t read a book like this in quite some time.

Bye ’11, Hi ’12

A few favorite memories from 2011:

Having my parents over for brunch and playing Scrabble

Celebrating the Feast of St. Catherine in Siena, Italy

Watching the sunset from our balcony in Positano

My birthday in wine country

Picnicking by Lake Edith in Jasper, Canada

Burning Man: biking late night with Colin all the way to the trash fence and discovering art in the deep playa

The BBQ we hosted in LA

Ordering half the items on the menu at the Shake Shack, then dancing with Keith until 2:30am at the Industry Bar in NYC

Taking my nephews shopping at Toys ‘R Us

Belting out tunes at a piano bar in Phoenix

I’ve given quite a bit of thought to my resolutions for 2012, but the list keeps growing and I’m already starting to get overwhelmed. That’s not good!

I want to read more which is a cinch because I’m a fanatical reader to begin with and 2 book clubs keeps me busy.

We’re planning a trip to Morocco in the first part of the year and I’ll be in NYC in May for work, but I want to do so much more. I’m trying to get the ball rolling with friends and asking them for places we can go together fairly easily. Anyone else up for Portland, New Orleans, or Austin?

I say this every year, but I swear, we’re going to volunteer this year. I’ve got action items scheduled in my calendar to ensure that we do that. We’re a couple blocks away from Glide. Plus I’ve had my eye on an organization that does outdoor activities with mentally-challenged kids on weekends to give their parents much-needed time off.

Last time I went to the doctor for my first physical in years, the nurse asked how many hours a week I exercised. I told her I didn’t exercise. She furrowed her eyebrows, no exercise? No. I run a race every quarter so you can say I exercise, I dunno, an hour every quarter? Not sure how hard that is to write down in my medical record, but you’d think I’d given her a quadratic equation to solve. So on that front, we’re locked down for a couple races already. I’ve also ratcheted up my flexible health spending dollars so I can do acupuncture consistently. Loving that.

As much as I love eating and trying out all the new hot spots, I’m on a mission this coming year to discover all the places that are yummy that are inexpensive. Yesterday, I discovered a coffee spot one block away that also serves the BEST banh mi vietnamese sandwiches for $3. I’m already thinking of hitting them up every morning before I go to work. Fresh Brew Coffee at 882 Bush Street. TO-DIE-FOR. Park in front, stick a quarter in the meter, and get your meal to go.

But the one thing that I’m resolved to do is this: practice. In my formative years, I was always practicing something: piano, dance, a foreign language. Every day, I want to practice something, anything. And that’s where I’m getting confused. Should it be writing since I could surely practice that craft more.

I thought about learning the very practical Spanish language, but someone told me (and I fervently agree) that to really become fluent in a language you must move to a country where that is the main language. Otherwise, you’ll never really get it, or you’ll lose what you learned because you’re not ingrained in it, so that’s a waste.

I thought about taking an art class like painting, but I’ll probably be more frustrated than interested.

Also thought about taking up dance, but to practice, you need a big open space and our small apartment wouldn’t make that easy.

Lastly, I discovered a singing class two blocks down taught by an actress who teaches in SF and LA. Get this, she has all her students take singing classes first even if all they want to do are her acting classes. Something about how singing helps you project and become more aware of your body. Fascinating. We’ll see how much she costs.

So many options…so much ahead for 2012. Extremely excited.

Christmas at Notre Dame des Victoires

I’ve been going to Christmas mass every year for my lifetime. I’ve waited in the cold to get in. I’ve smooshed up to others to fit into a pew. I’ve gone early and waited an hour beforehand. What a waste of time! Didn’t matter whether I was in Alameda or San Francisco. There have always been crowds of Catholics needing to get their Jesus fix.

This year, we walked down the hill to Notre Dame des Victoires in the city. I was thoroughly annoyed at Dean because we were running a late. “We’re not going to get a seat!” I screamed as I puttered along in front of him. We showed up at 9:01am on Saturday Christmas morning and the priest practically escorted us to a vacant pew. The place wasn’t even a quarter full. So surprising, also because the pastor is pretty bad ass with his homilies. I call the rectory to ask which masses he’ll be presiding at.

Never have I seen a place so under-populated on Christmas. Unbelievable. Plus they had a reception afterwards. Cheese, crackers, cookies, sliced meat, juice, and coffee. Yeah!

Now you know. A place where you don’t have to fight the mad crowds which I have very little patience for.

Rituals and Celebrations

A couple weeks ago, I spent my lunch hour going to mass at Old St. Mary’s on the corner of California and Grant for a holy day of obligation. These are days when you are obligated to go to church in addition to every Sunday. Every time I go to that church during a week day (i.e., for Ash Wednesday or All Saints Day), I’m always surprised by how many Catholics in the Financial District pack into every pew. Surprised and proud to be part of such a community.

Last night, we went to our friends’ 4th annual bacon Hanukkah party. Everyone is asked to dress festive: Santa hats, reindeer antlers. Two of us were sporting our ARTery sweatshirts because it was so cold outside. Dean dressed up as a rabbi and lit the menorah. There were strips of bacon, bacon covered in chocolate, deviled eggs with the filling made out of bacon, bacon-laced cookies, and latkes. I love being invited to share in someone’s rituals like Hanukkah or Diwali or a Bris. We were at the party for over four hours, but we could have spent all night talking to our friends, making new ones. What makes this particular party special is that my friend made it into her own. She took a holiday, personalized it, and made it something fun to celebrate every year. So endearing.

Money Monday: BBB

Have you used the Better Business Bureau? Let me tell you, they rock. Several months ago, I filed a complaint against a professional service I had paid for and almost immediately got a refund.

I went back again to the BBB a few days ago, to submit this complaint:

Bloomspot (like Groupon) offers deals to local businesses. I purchased a deal for Splendid Skin Care in San Francisco. I have emailed, called, and left messages with Splendid, but have not had a response since October. Two months – no response. I immediately contacted Bloomspot regarding a refund. I sent several emails, left voicemails, yet also no response! I have yet to hear from either Splendid or Bloomspot regarding a refund.

Doesn’t that sound shady? I friggin hate Bloomspot. Worst deal site ever. Their customer service is nonexistent. Voicemail picks up all the phone calls.

I don’t know the inner-workings of the BBB, but I’m sure they’ll get to the bottom of this. I have a Dispute Resolution Specialist assigned to the case with her full contact info. They rock. I’m surprised Bloomspot has yet to respond since complaints go on a business’s permanent record.

Anyhow, I’m expecting a refund any day now.

Pop-Up Magazine: Issue 5

Long overdue review of Pop-Up Magazine’s Issue 5 which took place at the SF Symphony Hall on Wednesday November 9th. Gathered a group of friends to meet up for drinks at Jardiniere beforehand, go to the show, and continue drinking afterwards at the Boxing Room.

Pop-Up Magazine has been going strong since its first issue April 22, 2009. It’s a unique, only-in-San Francisco magazine that’s performed live on-stage. The venue has progressed from the Brava Theater to the Herbst Theater now to the Symphony, which goes to show its escalating popularity. This was my first time. I jumped on buying as many tickets as possible as soon as they went on sale. I think the event sold out within an hour.

The show is structured like a typical magazine with specific feature topics like foreign affairs, food, music, crime, travel, and so on. Extra originality points for the crossword puzzle. A woman read her energized poem about the city of Oakland while a crossword puzzle projected behind her gradually filled in with key words. Other highlights included a piece titled Mr. Mom with the writer testing what it was like to be a pregnant man and capturing people’s reactions on camera, and also the video history of a famous pop song in Pakistan. There were a lot more lowlights, but that happens in all magazines. Who really reads every article? Plus, the audience could have used a bathroom break.

Nevertheless, props to the Pop-Up Magazine editorial crew for launching a fab issue. Looking forward to #6.