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We’re moving!! June 6, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Angela @ 1:10 pm

No no…not to Italy…not yet anyway.

Traveldummy will be moving to www.grabyourgrapes.com. The move has been slow going, but please head over there an check it out!! And, of course, subscribe!!

Thank you all for your continuous support and love. I cant wait to see all the wonderful things that will happen at Grab Your Grapes!!

If you have any questions, please feel free to leave a comment :)

 

lemonandraspberry.com May 2, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Angela @ 1:11 pm

My beautiful best friend is hosting a better blog content workshop at http://www.lemonandraspberry.com.

I am well aware that my readers are my mom, my husbands mom, and a few friends who I threaten within an inch of their lives to click on this page so I can see the little status bar move (and hence not throw myself off of a tall building), but I am making strides to branch out and conquer internet-land…and if you want to too, go to her site and participate in the free workshop.

Learning is fun!

x to the o,

Angela

 

Jack of all trades, master of none April 5, 2010

Filed under: Ramblin' (wo)Man — Angela @ 7:33 am

This odd little rambling that is taking the place of my Hearst Castle post (which I still havent been able to make myself write…I believe I am absurdly overwhelmed by the massive amount of photos I took) was titled and half-written yesterday as, “Does it move you?”. Today, it seems to hold a slightly different meaning since the ground, quite literally, started to wiggle this way and that as what felt like the longest earthquake in history rumbled through the earth.

Interesting, no?

What I had intended is more cerebral than literal, so the title got a little update and I no longer need to dwell on the strange coincidence the other one held.

***

I find inspiration just about everywhere. Music (obviously), clothing, photos, my cat, you name it and I will be inspired by it. The problem? Nothing sticks. I am a lucky one, most things I attempt I am better than average at doing (Hey, it’s the truth!), but I can never stick with it to perfect it, become a master, to turn it into something profitable or useful. Instead, several weeks in I am inspired to the very depths of my soul to do something completely different. I drop my exciting venture to explore a shiny brand new one.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

My life is full of half paint murals and abandoned websites.

Tragic.

This little website was another exciting new toy that has since fallen by the wayside from the draw of other experiments. I’m supremely disappointed in my lack of fortitude and think I would like to use this as a time to change.

Follow through.

Persevere.

I can commit! Gosh darn it I can!

So, throwing my hope out into this great vastness, lets see if I can make it boomerang into something I can be proud of…and not something else to sweep under the mat.

My question to you is, what do you do to keep yourself on track? Tips, tricks or helpful hints?

 

You give love a bad name March 22, 2010

Filed under: Ramblin' (wo)Man,Travel Dummy — Angela @ 7:48 am

It’s hard not to notice your singleness on Valentines Day.

“But wait!” you say, “You’re a newlywed! Isn’t it against the rules to complain of loneliness on the Day of all Hallmark Days?!”

Well…yes. And no.

My dear and lovely husband is a traveller. He doesn’t get sick days, vacation days, personal holidays or nights and weekends free to spend with his attention hungry wife. For better or worse, he is on the road working hard for the money.

This year, like many years in the past, I jumped on board the Valentines Day is Evil (with a capital E!) bandwagon with just as much vigor as my single counterparts.

Then, one pre V-Day night while watching the Discovery channel late into the evening with my bottle of wine and feeling-sorry-for-myself pajammys, a stunning moment of clarity occurred.

The show as on Stonehenge. Tradition, rituals, community, sacrifices and Pagans. All fascinating mostly because of how strange, backward and foreign these things seem to our ‘civilized’ culture.

This particular show really stressed how important rituals were to the Pagan community. Sure, they really did believe that warriors wearing a skinned wild boar would be far better protected than if they should wear armor. And, of course, we have all heard about the sacrificing of numerous animals on every major holiday.

Then…something clicked in my fuzzy, wine drenched brain.

I could go into detail about how every holiday we celebrate today has roots in old Pagan rituals, but I wont bore you with ancient customs and religious conspiracy theories (that’s for another blog). What I am intrigued by is the underlying reason for these rituals, beyond the desire for bountiful crops, health and vitality. I’m sure the vast majority of ancient peoples really did believe these holidays were incredibly meaningful in the literal sense, but the leaders, the intellects, the groundbreakers, the people who created these rituals in the first place, why did they do it?

Community.

I can only imagine how utterly mandatory it was to have a closely bonded group of people. Your life, quite literally, depended on that trust and support. United we stand, divided we fall.

These rituals brought people together with one unified goal. They spent weeks, sometimes months, preparing for the event and every man, woman and child would participate with gusto. It brought them together, made them strong, created a universal understanding that spanned ages and gender. Whether or not bathing in ox blood would do little more than stain your clothes wasn’t the point, it was the bond that forms by everyone working together for the same cause.

So how does this translate to our contemporary, squeaky clean and relatively young American culture? Alright, I’m not telling you to string up your local feral kitty and do a little jig around a bonfire…well, the jig is ok, but please leave the animals out of it. The point is we have been brainwashed by corporate America, by Hallmark and high-end restaurants, by flower shops and Russell Stover, and we are completely missing the point!

Valentines Day isn’t a day to recklessly scramble for a last-minute date with someone you will never speak to again just for the sake of not being ‘alone on Valentines Day’ (oy, if I had heard that statement from one more person you would have had to peel me off the ceiling).

It’s about love. Plain old, simple, hippy dippy love for everyone.

The universal meaning is absolutely beautiful! Ring up your Grandma Esther that you typically only call on her birthday and just say, “I love you Grammy!!”. Send your sister that box of chocolates instead of The Gap, where that girl you like is working, she’ll probably just think its creepy anyway. Your sister will undoubtedly appreciate it much more, and afterall, do you really love Gap girl? Probably not, but I bet you love your sister.

I’m all for romantic gestures and believe me, I would have swooned if my husband showed up with roses and whisked me away to Spago. Valentines Day (albeit its origins are highly controversial) does have roots in significance to lovers, but don’t have tunnel vision.

My hope is that enough people will see holidays as a way to bring them closer to their community. Unification and a sense of belonging. Its simple and can be pretty silly, but in a world of text messaging, emails, Facebook and Twitter, we are all increasingly isolated. This is a fun, healthy and easy way to give us all a little common ground and a little joy. Not to mention high involvement and belonging in a community is said to lead to a much longer and healthier life.

So my proposition to you is embrace holidays! Slap on your bunny ears and shower candy on everyone you meet! Raise a Guinness and toast your Irish friends! Paint the American flag across your forehead and actually learn the words to the National Anthem! And for goodness sake send your mom a big box of chocolates with a note that says, “I love you!”. If enough people are able to shed their jaded, lackadaisical attitude, imagine what fun and happiness could occur!

Afterall, how can anyone not smile in a world full of people with bunny ears and chocolate?

 

Still my guitar gently weeps February 23, 2010

Filed under: Friends, the way we get by — Angela @ 11:08 am

One year ago an eclectic community of people were brought together, mourning the loss of a friend, a brother, a son and an inspiration.

Death is rough…that much is painfully obvious. I will not say it’s harder when it is someone so young. I will not say it’s harder when the culprit is a relentless and unfair disease. I will not say it’s harder when it claims the life of one of the only genuinely nice and giving people I have ever known. No matter if you lose a grandparent or a child, every life is miraculous and every loss a devastation.

One year ago a talented musician and artist lost his fight with liver cancer. For that, and for more reasons than there are stars in the sky, my heart is heavy this morning.

Today I will make sure to tell my family (and chosen family!) how much I love them. I will set every Beatles album I own on a loop and I will remember Stephens sweet smile, which happens to be my absolute favorite memory of him.

Cheers to you friend! I haven’t forgotten that breakfast you promised me! I hope you have it ready when I get there one day, I bet I’ll be famished. :)

Stephen Sorenson

September 15, 1976 – February 24, 2009

<3

 

Following following the White Rabbit down down February 8, 2010

Filed under: Travel Dummy — Angela @ 7:02 am

Several years ago I dated a boy affectionately nicknamed The Comedian. He was a nice guy, though stereotypically east coast pessimistic. We had a lot in common.

He took me to a place hidden away in Beverly Hills called Greystone Mansion. We arrived there just a few minutes before closing, but visions of Alice in Wonderland danced in my head as we quickly strolled the grounds before getting shoo’ed out by security guards anxious for their off-the-clock beer.

Having grown up a restless and rebellious teen in Los Angeles, I thought I had been to every remotely interesting place in the entire city (and many more embarrassingly outside of town…Im pointing at you Riverside), so this magical ‘public park’ and its elusiveness sparked keen interest in me and I vowed to return soon to give it a proper look-see.

Cut to five years later when I finally got off my lazy arse and made it back up the not-so-long-but-very-windy-road, with the always lovely photographic genius Amy Teegan Schubert for company.

I have said it once and I will say it again, why doesn’t anyone know that this place exists?! It is this beautiful little gem of a public park, reminiscent of Tuscan villas and romantic fairy-tale Medieval castles, located at the tippy top of Doheny Road in Beverly Hills (proper).

The view = to die for. On a clear day, you can easily see the ocean. On a smoggy day, you can easily see the sky scrapers of downtown…though they will probably be a bit brown and blurry.

A wee bit o’ history on the Mansion:

Built in the late 20’s by a wildly successful oil baron named Ned (no joke), who died in the mansion just four months later along with his secretary Hugh (again, not a joke) as part of a mysterious murder-suicide (ooooooooo! Scandalous!). I don’t know about you, but I am dying to know more. Dont get your hopes up though, I wasnt able to retrieve any more information on the matter. I smell a cover up.

The grounds are fairly large, 12 acres and some change, and have seen many a film crew in its day…which really shouldnt be a surprise. The Big Lebowski, X-Men, Spiderman (I,III), Rush Hour, Stripes, ect, pretty impressive resume. From what I hear, tons of weddings are held here as well.

We arrived at the Mansion a bit late, so my photos aren’t too great and we didn’t get to see inside the Mansion its self (maybe thats for another day, any takers?), but touring the gardens was unbelievable!

Brick walls with small doorways that lead to great big grassy and perfectly landscaped areas. The little girl in me squealed incessantly as ‘secret’ little openings gave way to tiny enchanting gardens, mysteriously mossy stairways and narrow walled-in pathways lined with the sculptured faces of surprised angels spewing cold, clear water.

Positively picturesque. I am dying for someone to have a wedding here (and if its you, I had better be invited! No, seriously, you are obligated to invite me).

Visit this place. It’s free, close by and amazing.

You’ll thank me later.

 

Don’t worry baby February 4, 2010

Filed under: Ramblin' (wo)Man,Travel Dummy — Angela @ 2:05 pm

Riddle me this batman, I break my husbands beloved laptop and he buys ME a new one? Is that how this marriage thing works? He didn’t get a new one for himself…oh no no…he got ME one!!

I really kinda like my husband a lot, don’t tell anyone.

Today I have spent moving all of the info I (smartly) backed up on to an external hard drive, on to my very cute new little white MacBook, and watching a Rick Steves marathon. I think I will spotlight Sorrento next Tuesday in excitement of the upcoming Spring.

I feel desperately guilty for my lack of consistency with my blogging, especially since I set up such clear rules for myself and promptly broke them all. I will get the it down eventually, I’m just not feeling the rhythm yet.

I blame the computer, or maybe the TV for being so seductive…

Here is a photo to keep you happy. A square in Rome just outside of Santa Maria in Trastevere.

 

 
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