It Simply Breaks My Heart

I can’t bear to read the news this week. It’s just so, so hellish, as the oil spreads across the north Gulf of Mexico, suffocating so much life.

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Off to San Francisco for WordCamp!

Tomorrow morning I head to San Francisco for a week to attend WordCamp, a big event held by WordPress that brings together developers, bloggers and friends. In addition to working the registration desk at WordCamp, I’ll be meeting many of my co-workers for the first time (in person, that is)…and attending a Giants game Friday night, going on a pub crawl in Oakland, and hopefully checking out some cool vintage shops on Sunday, all while enjoying gorgeous SF.

At the same time, the husband will be here in New York, overseeing our move. Yep, ALL our stuff from Mexico arrives on Saturday and we (finally) move into our 3-bedroom in Astoria, Queens! (Tip: This is where you say “QUEENS, BABY!” like you live in Queens and hold Mets season tickets…).

Last weekend, we spent some time hanging out at Astoria Park, which is just two blocks from our new apartment. This photo speaks for itself — this is how summer will look:

Yes, Charlie’s a scene stealer.

I’m Now

Dear readers, you don’t have to take any action, just a heads up that your browser URL bar IS functioning correctly. I went ahead and coughed up the dough to move my blog to a private domain, a very easy thing to do if you use WordPress.

My (Photobombed) Biggest, Bad Ass Moment of Cool (So Far)

This past weekend I attended the cocktail reception for Seven on Seven, a project that paired seven leading technologists with seven acclaimed artists in an effort to create something artsy yet functional, digitally speaking¬† — while doing so in only one day, making sure it’s, as The New York Times put it, “art made at the speed of the internet.”

Matt Mullenweg, the founder of WordPress (and who I work for), teamed up with artist Evan Roth. If I’m short on time or in polite company, I might describe Evan as a “unique digital artist.” What he’s really known for, though is being “the biggest Bad Ass Mother Fucker on the internet….. according to google.” The proof is in the search ranking pudding, folks. (But seriously, his babies are pretty awesome.)

Matt and Evan’s creation from Seven on Seven? The whimsical new Surprise Me function added to the dashboard. Evan’s job was to crawl the interwebs for these moments of fun, while Matt coded it all in, at whiplash-speed, into WordPress.

Anyhoo, my starring role: Anyone who knows me well knew last week that I was nervous about the reception. Would I be cool enough? What if I overdressed? Underdressed? Didn’t know what anyone was talking about? Slipped and fell on someone’s laptop, crushing it, and my ego/career, in the process? Before the event on Saturday, I fretted, opened a beer and turned on Project Runway, then fretted some more.

Luckily, none of my worst fears came true. I met Matt for the first time, and he was as charming as everyone says he would be. I later met some of his closest friends, and we all went for dinner, and I had a grand time. I was even a little hungover the next day. I didn’t crush a single laptop, though my new friend Elena did accidentally drop her phone, breaking it — almost as if my clumsiness became a temporary black hole. Other than that, though, a fun weekend was had by all.

And now, the proof of my existence at the event was made all the cooler, for I was photobombed by the biggest Bad Ass Mother Fucker on the internet, and that photobomb now lives online, 4evahz. (And just to be clear here, I’m referring to the out-of-focus guy standing between Liz and me and sticking his tongue out.)

The Home Office (for Now) for New Job


New job in a new city, amigos.

For those who don’t already know by now, I started my new job last week as the Editorial Czar for See my bio by scrolling down here: About Us.

We’re a distributed company, meaning everyone works at home, or, on their boat, farm or at a favorite coffee shop.

In two weeks, Brendan and I move into our swanky 3-bedroom, 2-bath apartment in Astoria, Queens (more to come on that, for sure). For now, I’m chilling in corporate housing on the 42nd floor, pondering the little ants walking down below. And whose my right-hand dawg while I work?

"Que tal, chica?"

Reunited and It Feels So Good

Sometimes you don’t realize how much you missed something until you have it back again. Moving from Mexico City back to New York City hasn’t really resulted in much “reverse culture shock” but we have been going through some sticker shock (“Wait, how much is that pint of beer?!?). For the most part, it’s been lovely getting re-acquainted with a city I love. A few examples:

1. Seasons! I forgot they are beautiful. The city does a great job of sprucing up every free inch of the city, and it’s smartly done. Unlike similar efforts in Mexico City, which always seemed to result in watching a lot of plants slowly die.


2. Deli sandwiches at every corner store, and take-out restaurants all over the place. It’s no longer awkward to go to a restaurant (or bodega) by myself, order food, and skedaddle ASAP. In general, it feels really good to understand the local customs about money (for the most part) and have far fewer awkward encounters.


3. Ubiquitousness of iced coffee. Man, I missed the stuff. I do get a little annoyed at myself for enjoying such a non-environmentally friendly habit, so I hope to start cold brewing at home again soon, forgoing the plastic cups. I never could find a decent cup of iced coffee — I prefer straight-up Americano con leche, azucar y hielo — in Mexico.

4. Grocery stores that look like this. Mexico had great mercados, but terrible grocery stores that were not only light on variety and ambiance, but also allowed dozens of street vendors to line up right outside, making the entire experience intensely claustrophobic, loud and dirty. Here, Brendan goes into shop for a few things, while I sit at a picnic table with Charlie, enjoying a few quiet moments with my fur ball.


5. Public parks with dogs on leashes. No more fighting with Condesa brats neighbors!

6. Brownstones and row houses. They’re just pretty, simple as that.