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Le Pow!

Anyone familiar with the Pepe Le Peu cartoon knows that cats in France don't say "meow" or "purr." Because duh, they're French. And French cats say, per the cartoon, "Le Meu," or, "Le Purr."

Well.

I've been thinking about what sound would be made if a French action hero were to punch someone in a comic book, and I've decided it would be "Le Pow!!"

Why on Earth am I talking about this?

Because when we were in Barcelona, the train we took to the Born district was the L4 yellow line towards – wait for it --- La Pau. And every time I read the word, in my head I would hear “Le Pow!!!” and imagine something like this:

(Note the beret and the striped shirt, in case you couldn't figure out that the guy on the left is French. Because, you know, all people in France wear berets and striped shirts.)

Yes, some of my thoughts are very deep. And some are really REALLY not.

Mmmmm...pudding

Sometimes I spend all day writing and researching and trying to forward my career. Sometimes I give my time and energy to my community, trying to help friends in need. And sometimes I do the most important work of all:

Mix 10 gallons of chocolate goo for a pudding wrestling contest. Yup, that's right. A few weeks ago, my friends and I threw a party. It was a Happy 5th Year Anniversary to Muddy Waters (my friend's coffee shop), Raise Money for Burning Man for Clandestino (our Burning Man camp) and also for Lou Genise (my friend with cancer) party. We had DJs. We had drinks. We had a bouncy bouncy castle. And we had pudding wrestling.

So how does one dress for such a party?

Like this:

What?!?

I didn't say I was wrestling in the pudding.

(I'll post more pics when I get them.)

Why Ventura County Doesn't Suck

Dear Art from Scrap, thanks for the Thank You notes. Love, Molly

I'm a correspondence junkie, though I'm not very consistent with it. I love sending lots of emails all at once, and then waiting half a year to respond to the answers. I used to do the same with letters (you know, those things you write by hand and then put in that little box outside your house with the tiny red flag?). Half the fun was the correspondence and connection, which I know get through email. But half the fun was the tools: fancy papers, confetti in envelopes, felt pens in pastel colors (it was the 80s, after all).

Which is why I decided to send Thank You notes after Christmas this year, for the first time in a long long time. For starters, I really felt like it was time to express my gratitude to the people who give me such wonderful gifts (and rarely receive equally good ones from me). And secondly, I found a book of old upholstery samples at Art from Scrap here in Santa Barbara, and they were just begging to become homemade greeting cards. Once I got started putting them together, I found old greeting cards that needed some reconstructing, and some bits of paper and pieces of magazines that I've been saving for just such a project.

So I went to town sewing, gluing and cutting all these materials -- and then pulling them apart and starting all over, until I came up with what you see in the photos throughout this post.

Nothing groundbreaking. Not even particularly nice, I admit. But I figure I get some points for vision and elbow grease, no?