Growing up, my dad was constantly telling me, “Don’t say ‘can’t’,” or, “‘Can’t’ is not a word.” And I’d be like, “What are you even saying, Dad, with your poor Spanish-to-English translation? ‘Can’t’ is most definitely a word. And I certainly will say it. A lot.” Continue reading
I’ve been daydreaming about how to help get the maker juices flowing, whether it’s after a creative drought or as a way to get exposed to the possibility of making if you’re a person who’s never considered themselves particularly creative. Creativity is a roller coaster ride, where inspiration ebbs and flows – getting on the damn thing is a necessary step in the right direction. So let’s get on: Continue reading
Since having children of my own, I’ve become nearly obsessed with human development and how it is that we grow into fully-actualized versions of ourselves. Especially in light of our beginnings as completely useless and dependent chubby blobs that can’t even hold our fat heads up on our own. Continue reading
There’s this ridiculously good idea of a restaurant in my town, where a craft beer bar and grill had a baby with an art museum.
The museum sucks. It has art in it, sure. But for the most part, it’s balls. Continue reading
For sure not ham or deviled eggs, because my family inhales cloven-hooved beast and mayonnaise like it’s oxygen.
But, rather, Easter leftovers like this: Continue reading
I embarked on the complex process of figuring out how to feed myself as an 18-year-old living on my own for the first time in an apartment in south central LA. From ingredients. From groceries. That I bought, myself. With my own money. Sort of. Continue reading
So, Home Ec (which always gets red-underlined – thank you spellcheck, you suck) stands for Home Economics. And honestly, I’d have a better idea of what standard home ec curriculum included had I actually ever attended a home ec course.
What?? Continue reading
Something you likely know already.
On an intellectual level, at least. I hope.
But I’ve had so many people tell me with downcast eyes that they’re “Just not crafty,” a phrase I sort of resent because I’m kind of a craft snob. As in, I don’t believe in crafting, really. I believe in making. And that all humans are inherently two things: learners and makers. It’s what we are as a species. As a human, your birthright is to explore your world and make things in it. You already know how to do it, at a cellular level. Let’s connect that DNA to our hands, and get to making already: Continue reading
I have always wanted to be a person who knows intimately about cars. There’s no denying, it’s just a cool thing to know about. Forget about makes and models and all that shit. I mean more like all the systems and how to diagnose issues, and what leads where, and why things are configured one way and not the other, and the physics and chemistry of the whole racket. Continue reading
This is the fourth installment in a series on the mildly disturbing and deeply compelling subject of Home Management – how we’re all doing it (shoddily or adroitly) and why it should spread your mustard as much as it does mine. Continue reading