Love and typewriters.

If there was ever a convergence of things that drive me-  — it’s typewriters and LOVE. So when Donna Brown Guillaume sent me this Christmas gift — and I unwrapped it from the huge box it came in tonight — I immediately gave it top billing in my office.  Whenever I’m down, now I’ll look…

Rees Electronics is Star Office Machines, version 2.0

As I close in on my 999th post — I want to give a shout-out to the diminishing but vitally important world of TYPEWRITER REPAIRMEN. When Ermanno Marzorati, my longtime repairman, left the business, I was bereft.  But he handed over Star Office Machines to his long-time friend HELMUT SCHULZE, who’s ably jumped into the fray. Helmut…

Blown away…

Today I got an email from Susan, a journalist and Academy Award-winning filmmaker —  someone I admire greatly. I had written her a personal note on my holiday card to her…  and she clearly appreciated it. She wrote: My dear Erica, I was so blown away by your holiday message that i don’t know if…

Strategic development.

I use sending my Christmas and holiday cards as a chance to say a little something to my colleagues and long-lost friends. Joe and I work together at UC Santa Cruz, but he lives up in San Francisco — so I wanted to acknowledge the distance that separates us, and my hope that he’ll spend…

Wrist-purse coordination.

There’s a boutique up in Montecito that Vin and I have hit a few times when we’re up there.  Amanda Fazio, the buyer, has a great eye and she’s directed me to some edgy pieces.  As her way of saying ‘thank you’ for our patronage, she sent this bangle — and I was delighted to…

Superwoman.

I have a trainer named WHITNEY who is about 5 foot 9, long black hair, and a megawatt smile. I decided to try working out with her when I visited the West Hollywood Equinox and she said ‘hello’ to me in the locker room.  Nobody had ever talked to me at my other gym —…

Daddy and the city Dump.

When I saw this cartoon of the dog, MARMADUKE, happily bounding into the City Dump — it reminded me of how when we were kids, my father would bundle us into the block-long station wagon for a trip to that marvelous place.  I wrote him a quick note with the cartoon … and hope it…

Handwriting on the wall.

We helped organize a dinner for the “Gull Wing Mercedes Group” last night at The Jonathan Club downtown. About 50 of us, and Vin got a traveling violinist, who strolled the room bare-legged and beautiful, sawing away at her violin. We had carolers, covered head to toe in formal green & red gowns & tuxedoes…

Handwritten.

Justin, age 9, wanted video games for his birthday.  I went to TOYS R US to find them, but got so mystified by the choices — and by the various ways they could be played — I gave up and opted for a simple gift card. To make it a little more exciting, I put…

“Come alive & do that.”

“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs.  Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that.” Letter-writing is ‘what makes me come alive’. I’m trying to figure out how to take my message out big-time. A book? You-Tube videos? TED conference? I know one thing:  When I send a letter, I make the world a little…