I love it when…

Half of Ali

A quick installment on things I love…

* Waking up in the morning and pressing snooze for an hour and a half then telling yourself, “Self, you don’t need to get up for anything. Turn that thing off and keep sleeping.” Then doing it!

* Drinking coffee or any warm and soothing liquid (or thick pudding-ish spicy hot chocolate) out of white mugs where the lip is so fat you can barely get your mouth around it (a bit of an exaggeration but you know what I mean).

* Walking from Rockridge to Berkeley and stopping in favorite shops for as long as I want.

* Going to the Half Priced Bookstore and loading up on their really good $1 clearance books.

* Drinking good beer.

* Quality lining in clothes. Especially little details that no one else will see but make you feel really happy. (i.e Cooper’s Ted Baker suit with pimpin’ lining or the inside of a pair of shoes that no one really gets to see but you love it).

* Thinking about making a key lime pie. Maybe actually making it will induce even more love.

* A student or artist setting up a free screenprint of Obama on Berkeley’s campus. Awesome screen print and color choice (a pumpkin orange). I loved seeing folks (young and old!) take off their shirts to get the print. I considered taking mine off but thought against it, then thought…”It is Berkeley! People will support me!”…then again thought against it.

* Seeing a potentially homeless man smoking a cigarette, wearing clown face paint and ACTUAL CLOWN SHOES! A kid and his mom walked by…the kid was excited but I would have been scared.

* Asking random strangers who are eating ice cream “How is it?” People are always pleasant while eating ice cream.

* Going to my favorite park in Berkeley to watch dogs and happy folk enjoy life.

* Boba Thai iced tea. I’ve mentioned this before, but I had to mention it again.

Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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