• Amazing Book : Born A Crime, Trevor Noah

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    Yesterday I had a long drive to and from San Diego and needed something to listen to as I slowly chugged though the pouring rain. Before I left I logged into Audible (audio books are one of the best things to ever happen) and saw Trevor Noah's book, Born A Crime, sitting and waiting for me patiently. Done!

    We all love Trevor Noah and his amazingness on The Daily Show, but I was not prepared for the stories of his childhood. I am only about a third of the way through the book, and have learned more about life in South Africa than I expected, and it is incredibly fascinating. Trevor's theory that language can bring us together, despite our physical differences is so true and so needed right now. Trevor is a fantastic storyteller, and his gorgeous voice doesn't hurt one bit.

    I can't recommend Born A Crime enough - check it out on Amazon and Audible! born a crime 1

    OH - and for those of you who have never experienced Trevor's genius on The Daily Show, here you go:

  • Taboo : Tom Hardy

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    Last year I heard Tom Hardy was making a TV show and I got excited. Then I saw the teaser trailer for Taboo and almost peed my pants. By the time the full trailer was out I knew I was going to love it - I didn't know what it was about of if there was even any other people in it, but I knew Tom Hardy was dirty and angry and I was in. 

    Sadly I have not been able to sit down and watch Taboo until last night, and then I was bummed I could only watch one episode. I see a very late night of binging ahead of me...

    Taboo is dark and creepy and I had to turn on the closed captioning because I was so blown away by Tom Hardy's supreme gorgeousness I wasn't paying attention to words. Seriously, we all know he's handsome but as James he's staggeringly sexy. 

    I had dreams last night I didn't know I had in me. Dark, filthy, dreams. When the beeping of morning pierced my dream I grabbed his hand, as if pleading with it to let me stay. I would have chucked my alarm across the room, but it's my phone and I like it so I had to just lie there and be angry for awhile. 

    I'm interested to see where the story goes (yep, I think there's an actual story), but also look forward to staring at Tom in that grimy black hat sauntering through the grey muck. Meow. 

    Check it out and let us know what you think : 

  • It's For a Good Cause!

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    You can enter this Omaze contest using my name as many times as you like! I'm happy to take this on - it'll be rough, but I'm a giver!

    Side note : this video should be categorized as pornography. It will change you in magical ways.


  • Poems and Photos : Joe Manganiello Vacation

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    I don't know if you have been following, but Joe Manganiello and his gorgeous wife, Sofia Vergara, have been enjoying an absolutely stunning vacation on a remote island most of us will never visit because we are afraid of tiny planes after a million hour torture flight from NYC to LA, complete with an emergency landing in Vegas because we ran out of gas...sorry, I digress. 

    I will leave you with these photos and the beautiful words of one of my favorite poets, Pablo Neruda. 

    “Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.”

    I'm going with happiest based on these photos...

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    Today simplicity is best.

    Enjoy your Tuesday and follow these two on Instagram - they really are adorable and pretty easy on the eyes.

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  • Dear Evan Hansen Inspiration : An Open Letter

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    Last night I saw Dear Evan Hansen on Broadway, and it gave me all the feels. After sobbing at Hamilton the day before, I was convinced I had no more tears in me and brought zero tissues. Big mistake. 

    The moment Ben Platt walked on stage I battled the urge to pick him up and put him in my pocket, where I could keep a close eye on him and protect him from the cruel world. I would sing him songs and make him tiny flannel pillows with my sewing machine…ok, maybe now this is sounding a little creepy so I’ll just say I really liked it and stuff. I mean, it's not like I'm counting the minutes to the release of the soundtrack so I can listen to Ben sing to me while I lie pining like a teenager on my Star Wars sheets. 

    Anyhoo, as I walked back to my Airbnb in the crisp night air I was inspired to add some open letters to our blog this year. In the show Evan’s letter writing efforts are a little, well, problematic… but I’m hoping my efforts will be more productive? Enjoyable? Used to get me a date with Idris Elba? Hard to say, but I’m sure you’ll let me know. 

    This week I’m going to write an open letter to the guy sitting kitty-corner from me on my Virgin America flight from NYC back to LA. Dude is right here, let's find out how nosey he is. 

    Dear Beardy Flannel Wearing Hipster across the aisle - 

    It’s been a rocky start, I think we can both agree on that. Between the two hour delay on the runway in the rain, and the person lying in the aisle in need of medical attention*, I haven’t been able to introduce myself. I considered using the seat to seat chat feature, but I’m worried that if I interrupt your video gaming you may get angry and that’s not the best way to kick things off.

    First off let me say how much I like your cozy plaid shirt, and the way you chew the collar as you wiggle around like you are driving a tiny go cart while you battle those aliens or ninjas or whatever they are. I don’t really play video games, and you are sitting directly behind my right shoulder, so I obviously can’t see your screen. I wish I could. If I were sitting next to you I could smile and give you the thumbs up when you snatch a new life or gold coin from that dragon wizard.  Maybe it’s Super Mario, or maybe you aren’t even playing a game…maybe you are just watching the GoPro channel and pretending it’s you skiing down those stupidly high mountains. I get it, you are a thrill-seeker and I love that about you. I mean LIKE, jeez I’m getting ahead of myself. 

    I noticed you just ordered a ginger ale right after I did - was that your way of flirting with me? Yeah, I picked up on that. Smooth. I think I’ll order the same protein box and glance at you ever so suavely as we enjoy our brie on crackers, you with a few crumbs lingering in your unruly beard. Oh to be a cracker on your rosy cheeks. 

    Jesus, is it hot in here or is it just me? I mean, seriously, it’s super hot in here, right? Ugh, I need more ginger ale, and maybe a little Jack to toss in it this time. Turbulence, turbulence, turbulence. I need a hand to hold. 

    Suddenly I hear a chuckle and my heart flutters - I love to watch men laugh. I know, it’s a weird thing to savor, but the way one’s eyes light up when they have a moment of pure joy is intoxicating. I am finding myself wishing I was the one lighting the fire of your amusement. I close my eyes and listen to your stifled chuckle as you try to contain yourself, courteously avoiding bothering those around you. I smile, imagining we are sitting across from each other at a candlelit table, twinkling stars above and delicious glasses of red wine in our hands…

    I thnk I'm going to turn around, finally ready to meet your eyes and spend the remainder of our hundred hour flight cozily getting acquainted. "What?" I'll say, "you noticed me at the gate and considered offering me one of your red vines? Aw, you should have, that would have been so sweet."

    Deep breath and I turn.

    You are nibbling the ear of the dude next to you. Yep, the one with the fabulously gorgeous pea coat I noticed in front of me at Peet’s coffee. I bet he smells like the expensive men’s section of the Duty Free shop and has less hair on his legs than I do. Well, he definitely looks better in a swimsuit and probably knows how to make artisanal gnocchi from scratch…

    Good on ya, dude. I have to admit, you made the right choice - I haven't washed my hair in three days. 

    Well, now I can take a nap.  

    Happy New Year! 

    — Me

    *said passenger is doing much better, and so far I have not had to whip out my sweet level one CERT disaster team skills. 

    ALSO - go see Dear Evan Hansen on Broadway and load your pockets with tisses - you'll need them. 

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