Smacksy Sunday Links

 
I love this beautiful art installation via my friend Andrea.

This classic Jimmy Stewart clip was recently posted on Facebook by my friend Carol. It's a longtime favorite.

And 25 photos of kittens hugging via my friend Ilene.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Retro Bob

Back when dipes and a cowboy shirt was a perfectly reasonable outfit.

I Can't Get Enough of This

Can. Not.

Good Yontif

"What does that mean, Mom - Yom Kippur?"

"Yom Kippur is the day of atonement where Jewish people think back on the last year and the things they did that weren't so good and they ask for forgiveness and think of how they can do better this year."

"Okay but what if I can't think of anything bad I did last year?"

"Nothing?"

"Actually... nope."

"I guess just concentrate on continuing to be good."

"Easy."

Lavender Diamond

 Artwork by Ron Rege Jr

Mr. Rosenberg is in a band called Lavender Diamond. Their new album, Incorruptible Heart, and new video came out yesterday. The music is lovely in a floaty, ethereal, brokenhearted, kick-ass way. I hope you will listen and watch and like and follow and tap your feet and dance and everything. I'm pretty sure you will.

The band is on the east coast right now doing a micro-tour. While Mr. R is out of town, it's not as if Bob and I are lost and totally off schedule, eating too many sweets, and watching a lot of Sponge Bob. Very much. We know he'll have a great trip and we can't wait for him to get back.

Here are the pertinent Lavender Diamond links that you will be needing:
Everybody's Heart's Breaking Now - Official Video
LA Times Review of Lavender Diamond's Incorruptible Heart
Lavender Diamond Website - You can stream the album for free or buy it in a physical fashion

Thanks for all of your support, Everyone.

Post Walk Check-Up

"I was fully prepared to walk this off, Dr. H. but I'm here because my mom made me."

"Well let's take a look. So you didn't prepare for this 39 mile walk at all?"

"No."

"Not even five miles a day?"

"No."

"I'm not going to do anything with these blisters, none of them are infected. I'm going to do a CPK blood test."

"CPK? California Pizza Kitch--"

"Creatine phosphokinase, testing you for rhabdomyolysis. It's a breakdown of the muscle that can happen with extreme exercise. So, no training at all, huh?"

"No."

"I'm not going to test you for mental fitness... this time."

Saving Second Base

 
Saturday morning, I arrived at the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer starting area in Santa Barbara at 5:20am. As I waited in line for coffee, I heard someone mention, "You can always tell the new people, they always get here way too early." I was only there for an hour and a half before we started walking. This left me plenty of time to caffeinate. (The only part of the experience I'd been training for.)

Starting the walk, it was amazing to see just how many people, mostly women, were there to walk. There were feelings of purpose and determination in the crowd... and a lot of pink.

By mile nine, I was in need of more coffee. Luckily, the course took us right through a Starbucks. Maybe that was my own detour, but it seemed like a slight improvement on the original route.

The crew and people that came out to cheer us on were amazing. The safety crew working the big intersections was a group of Harley riders with matching pink goatees. There was a man in a convertible wearing a "Boob Guy" shirt who seemed to show up quite a bit too. Boob Guy had a lot of enthusiasm.

Walkers wore "I'm In It to End It For..." signs, filled in with the names of the mothers. daughters, aunts, grandmothers, and friends who have been touched by breast cancer. I was in it to end it for my beautiful cousin Kim who is currently fighting breast cancer. She's a fantastic woman. Honoring her in my thoughts and in my steps was beyond motivating. I read a sign along the path that said, "Blisters Don't Need Chemo." I kept walking.

At mile twenty-one I started feeling the need for Gatorade. I had never experienced this before but it happened, I was drinking blue stuff. It was delicious. I think. I was a little lightheaded. The Santa Barbara scenery was outstanding. Or I was hallucinating. Unclear.

Things started getting weird around mile twenty-three. And by "things" I mean me. I was walking alone and realized I was talking to myself, muttering great motivational phrases like, "Oh, Jeez. Oh, man. Oh, boy." I should totally be a trainer.

I got to mile twenty-six, the end of day one. I couldn't bend my knees, but as it turns out, that move is totally overrated. I went back to the hotel, took an epsom salt bath, ate dinner, and passed out: a move that is totally not overrated.

Day Two. I was back in the groove with a grande drip coffee, a Lara bar, and a handful of Advil.

We were walking gorgeous bluffs next to the beach in Carpinteria. We hiked through wooded areas, fields of sunflowers, and a neighborhood where we saw two toddlers in their front yard playing the bongos in their pajamas. We were getting there.

Around mile thirty-eight, I could hear that someone was following me quite closely playing Boston's, "More Than a Feeling." When I finally turned around to see who the nerd was, it took me awhile to realize that the phone in my backpack was somehow playing a weird Pandora station and had put itself on speakerphone.  Having this many consecutive hours of alone time is the most I've had in years. Maybe that's a good thing.

And then, 39.9 miles and 29 hours later, suddenly it was over. (With the walk back to the car, can we call it an even 40? Lets.) I'm not showing "after" photos of my feet because I love you too much to do that. They still work, so what's a couple of blistery areas? No whining here. With your donations and supportive tweets, Facebook messages, and emails, we made this happen.  We raised $2,401.80  - part of the 4.7 million raised in Santa Barbara this weekend. It was an amazing experience, I would only do one thing differently next time: I would wear more pink.