Monday, October 19, 2009

Photo Journal: Sunday Farmer's Market



I never thought I'd like living in Silicon Valley. I always viewed it as this sprawling concrete jungle, confusing freeways clogged with yuppies driving like psychos in hybrid cars to their techie jobs. My sister told me to give San Jose a chance before casting my verdict, make friends with my new home, go on some dates and prove my prior judgement wrong.

I was wrong.

Yes, there is still the traffic and tech companies and fast-paced energy of business and innovation in certain areas of the Valley, but I never realized that the "sprawl" I perceived was at least eight different cities all mashed together, connected by the same streets so you don't know where one ends and the other begins. And each city has it's own energy, people, downtown scene, activities, and price tag (the same apartment in Palo Alto vs. San Jose can be a $700 difference). I love the town we currently live in. It's very laid back, relatively affordable, centrally located so we're an hour north of Monterey, an hour south of San Francisco, and 25 minutes to Santa Cruz. The downtown area is extremely kid/dog-friendly. One of the luxuries of living in central Cali besides the weather is the variety of local produce we have access to on a daily basis. Our favorite part of the week is Sunday when we walk ten minutes to our local farmer's market, rain or shine, and buy our groceries for the week. Besides the usual fruit and veg, we can get free-range eggs, raw milk, oyster shooters, and great Indian food for lunch. Here are some photos I've taken from several Sundays past...










Wednesday, October 14, 2009

New Project: Learning To Love You More

I have an enormous girl-crush on Miranda July. She's a writer, performance artist, actress, movie director, seer of souls, beautiful lady-extraordinaire. Go watch her movie Me and You and Everyone We Know, and read her book No One Belongs Here More Than You. She knows how to move something inside of you. Along with artist, Harrell Fletcher, she created a series of assignments to be carried out by the general public and shared on the website, Learning To Love You More, which was later published as a book. Although the website has stopped accepting submissions to display, they still encourage you to continue the project on your own, which is what I am doing. I've been meaning to start for a long time but hello BABY, and I forgot about it until I stumbled across the book on my bookshelf last week.

Miranda July

I'll try to post at least one assignment at week. I'm admitting now that I'll do some of the easier ones first because I don't have the courage right now to ask my neighbor if I can record and photograph them playing an instrument (but hopefully I can work up to it!)

Without further ado...


This was shot from my living room window. It was late in the afternoon and blindingly sunny. I think it looks like something exploded in the sky and formed a white hole that's about to suck up our world.

What's In A Name?

Although we have yet to get our hands on Addie's birth certificate, Zach and I have decided to legally change her name. We wanted to do it now so she never knew her original middle name confused many people into thinking it was "Nada", as in "none", or her Japanese counterparts didn't think of farts when they heard Nara---so very close to "o-nara" (which yes, means fart). Truth was, we didn't prepare her name very well in the first place. Sure, there were hundreds of options, potentials that Zach vetoed right off the bat. "Sounds like cheese." "No way, there was a girl in school with that name and she was a snobby bitch." Adeline was the one completely random name he didn't hate--when I suggested it, he paused for a moment thinking about it, and said, "Yeah, Adeline. That's pretty." And that was that.

I may be o-Nara-ing right now.

Given we waited to find out the sex of the kid until he/she was born, we never fully settled on a full name to give either boy or girl. We liked Jack for a boy. Addie for a girl. And we figured the middle names should be Japanese to reflect her background and give her relatives a fighting chance at speaking or referring to her. "Adeline" would be be pronounced "Ade-lai-ee-nu"--long and clunky to say the least, so it was shortened to "Ade-chan". Zach liked the name Nara because it was close to Inara (a character from Firefly, who, um, happened to be a high-class escort), and it meant "oak tree" in Japanese. We ignored the fact that it was confusing to pronounce in English with the rolling "r", so people would respond, "Nala? Nada?", whenever we informed them of her full name. It's become awkward. Plus, none of our family seem too fond of it, even the Japanese side, because Nara is still a weird name to give your kid in Japan...like naming your kid Apple or Zuma Nesta Rock (erm...sorry, Gwen).

In addition to the whole awkward-middle-name-fiasco, there is the issue of her last name. It's Zach's, which is great. I love the sound of his last name, and it obviously reflects that she is his daughter. But what about the person who carried her around in her body for nine months and gave birth to her? Where am I? Maybe it's narcissistic and self-centered, but it feels strange to have my child bear no name-relation to me. The whole taking your husband's name issue is very touchy for me. There's the feminist/political stance of doing away with the sexist tradition of being passed down from father to husband by assuming husband's name, but that isn't really the main reason I want to keep my name. I like my name. I like my family. It's who I've been for twenty five years. It's probably going to die out with my sister and I because we are women and don't get to pass it down to our children (yes, we have many cousins who will pass the Johnson name down, but still...).

Would a Johnson be a Johnson by any other name?

Plus, it's 2009. Why is it such a preposterous idea for the man to take the woman's last name instead? When I asked Zach if he would change his name to Zachary Johnson, he said "Um...no", and I said, "Exactly." Call me a femi-nazi (god, I hate that phrase) but if changing a woman's name that she's identified herself by her whole life isn't a big deal, than why should it be a big deal for a man to do the same? Luckily, Zach is an evolved man (heh) and has no issue with me keeping my name if we ever get married. I like many traditions, but this is one I can't get behind...personally. And that's what it is, a deeply personal issue. Some women don't think twice or invest a lot of energy into it, happily changing their names to their husband's. Many don't believe a name is what defines them, while others think sharing one family name makes them a stronger unit. I've read women say that they never felt a close tie to their maiden name because they hated or never knew their father, and gladly shed their old identities for new ones. Or it's an aesthetic issue. If your last name was unfortunate sounding and your husband has a much cooler one, why the hell not?

You could even switch BOTH man and woman's last names to a hyphenated double last name (gasp! they're on equal footing!). There is keeping one's maiden name professionally and taking your husband's last name personally. So many different choices, which is awesome, because that's what being a women today is all about--having a CHOICE. The choices become stickier when you have a kid, however. What name do you give your child? I automatically assumed Addie would have Zach's last name, which is funny since I was so conflicted about whether or not to keep mine. It was a situation where Zach cared more about it than I did, so I said that's fine, she can have your last name. After she was born, I was kind of sad that I didn't think about it more.

Now, we have the chance to change things and I think I'm happy with our decision (which isn't 100% sure quite yet). We absolutely don't want to stick her with the dreaded hyphenated last name (PERSONALLY. totally cool if other's do it)--it just makes it complicated and confusing and annoying to spell out so many letters every time you write it down or tell someone the spelling. So we're going to make Johnson her second middle name. I kind of thought second middle names were semi-pretentious, with no basis or evidence of why that was, but my dad just informed me that giving two middle names is very common is other countries. Hell, FIVE middle names is common is some places. This way, her middle name reflects my side of the family, but she won't have to write Adeline Johnson-Pereyo on every homework assignment and forms throughout her life. Happy compromise, no? As for Nara, we have no familial or personal connection with this name. I was thinking Helen, to honor Zach's maternal grandmother and my paternal grandmother; both women died young, hailed from Washington, and unfortunately were never able to meet their grandchildren or great-grandchildren. It seems we'll be saving that name for another hypothetical child since Zach suggested Josephine (a name I love and associate with Jo from Little Women), after his father's middle name, Joseph. Another happy compromise, I think.

Grandma Helen McCormick Johnson

So pretty soon, our little girl shall be known as Adeline Josephine Johnson Pereyo. I think it sounds better to the ear to switch Johnson and Pereyo, but we pick our battles... ;) And if she decides when she's sixteen that she doesn't identify with her name and wants to change it to Rainbow Samurai Valentine? That's fine too.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Guessing Game


How many teeth do you see?

Four, you say?
..............
Look closer
..........

....FIVE TEEFS!
(which would explain the abnormal levels of she-devil crankitude lately)

Monday, October 12, 2009

A Light Turns Back On

It's been a month since my last post. Why? Mostly due to fear. And doubt. Something that I've dealt with so often in the past, and have been working to overcome the past few years with increased success. But it rears it's ugly head all the time. Fear of failure, fear of judgement from others, fear of making mistakes. Fear of living a life of mediocrity. I feel like I'm in a state of limbo. Sometimes I'm confident and peaceful in the situation I am right now as a mother who is taking care of her young child. Other times, I feel panicked. Anxious about finishing school and establishing what I'm supposed to do as a career. Rediscovering my passions. The thing that moves me wake up in the morning and make me a better version of myself. A better mother, partner, and friend.

I'm starting a new project on the side this week and I'll be posting the results on my blog--it's not of my invention but I was inspired to finally start it after this past month of non-creativity. Hopefully it will be the impetus to start working on other goals I have been procrastinating.

On a lighter note, things in the P-J household are well. Addie is growing--her body lengthening and stretching thinner and thinner. I saw her ribs today and worried we weren't feeding her enough, which is an outrageous statement considering she eats more than Zach and I put together. I could say her favorite meal is lamb and eggplant but in truth, she will devour all that is placed before her. All of her baby fat is melting away, revealing a beautiful little girl with bright, blue-green eyes and a gap-toothed smile. Her light auburn hair shows the beginning of wispy curls that frame her face. I can't believe this little person came from me.


She is welcoming and sweet to all strangers. She's stubborn as all wiggly hell when we try to get a new diaper or clothes on her. She loves Mr. Noodle on Sesame Street (yes, I finally succumbed to letting her watch television). She always tries to sneak into the kitchen and play in Zoe's food and water bowls when I'm not watching. She falls asleep on her stomach and her body undulates as we gently rub her back. She can pick up food and feed herself. She learned to crawl this past month, but it's not a normal crawl, it's a gimpy crawl where one foot stays grounded beside her and propels her forward so only one knee has to make contact with the hardwood floor. Drumming to her own beat, this one. She is still head over heels in love with Zoe, especially now that she can follow her around the house (much to Zo's chagrin). She clings to me whenever she is scared or tired or needs comfort. I am her source of love and laughter and nourishment and security. I love this girl more than I thought was humanly possible. Super-human love.


I know I've already said before that I would be better about writing consistently and I've failed at that promise. What can I say, I'm an imperfect human being who is still learning how to be accountable to herself and others, stumbling every bit of the way. What counts is that I don't give up altogether; I keep writing, keep singing my story, I keep waking up and praying that I live this day for all it's worth.