Saturday, December 3, 2011


Maybe this is why I get "You know who you look like?" a few times a week since ET came out..

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Or don't you like to write letters.  I do because it's such a swell way to keep from working and yet feel you've done something. 
 ~Ernest Hemingway

Tuesday, November 8, 2011


"Life isn't easy for any of us.  But what of it? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves.  We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained."
-Marie Curie

Monday, October 24, 2011


If one proves the equality of two numbers a and b by showing first that "a is less than or equal to b" and then "a is greater than or equal to b", it is unfair, one should instead show that they are really equal by disclosing the inner ground for their equality."

-Emmy Noether, mathematician

Sunday, October 16, 2011


 "I really am a cat transformed into a woman…I purr. I scratch. And sometimes I bite.” 
Brigitte Bardot.

Thursday, September 29, 2011


"No man is an island," said John Donne.
I believe we are all islands- in a common sea...

Solitude, says the moon shell.
Center-down, says the Quaker saints.
To the possession of the self the way is inward,
says Plotinus.
The cell of self-knowledge is the stall in which
the pilgrim must be reborn,
says St. Catherine of Siena. 

-Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Port Townsend, WA


There is geometry in the humming of the strings.
There is music in the spacing of the spheres.
580-500 BC

Music & candles soothe the soul.  Old wine bottles bring some pizazz to big sills with dried flowers...

hot water to slip off labels

taper ends to fit snuggly

careful when leaving in the sun, melt easy!

Wednesday, September 7, 2011


I need the sea because it teaches me.
I don’t know if I learn music or awareness,
if it’s a single wave or its vast existence,
or only its harsh voice or its shining
suggestion of fishes and ships.
The fact is that until I fall asleep,
in some magnetic way I move in
the university of the waves. 

-Pablo Neruda 

Tuesday, August 30, 2011


My best friend is the funniest, most endearing person I have ever met.
San Diego, thank your lucky stars to have held on to this gem a little longer.
I miss you Alli.

Thursday, August 25, 2011


"All I really had was a suitcase and my drums. So I took them up to Seattle and hoped it would work." 
-Dave Grohl
Well, it has been a year since I moved away from sunny California to the dark, rainy Pac N-Dub.  It has been an incredible experience, full to the brim with new people, new knowledge, new mathematics, new landscapes, new nightlife, the works.  Unbeknownst to me, gallivanting off north bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with a Honda full of colorful dresses and floral head wraps, I have entered a whole new realm of fashion and flavor in Rainlandia.  Heels are hard to muster when your feet are continually soaked (even on random summer days to everyone's dismay), short dresses are a nuisance when nights get below 50 degrees, and bright colors contradict the dreary mood permeating every bar and whiskey-laden hand sitting at them. 
Enter DEMURE. 
With a dash of mystery, solemnity, and a pinch of coy glances, you have them. Seattlites. 
How I have fallen slave to your espresso-pumped ways, music-infused lifestyle, and ink-covered limbs.  I find myself reaching each night for the black lace high-collared dress or the ripped tights under banded skirt more than I ever thought I would.  I now research the mathematics governing carcinogenesis with some of the smartest scientists I have had the pleasure to work alongside. I learn about cellular biology, probabilistic and stochastic models, and the ridiculous complexity that shields our eyes from understanding even the smallest of molecular processes.  In this city, if you are not a musician, barista, scientist, or student, you're only visiting. Thank you Seattle for this year, the strangest, most inspiring pho-filled year of struggle and growth in this nerdy kitten's life. 

Special shoutout to:
KEXP, Victrola Coffee, the UW Applied Math Department, the 49 bus, Top Pot Donuts, Sun Liquor, my favorite nook at Bauhaus Coffee, Gasworks Park, Thai Tom, Half Price books, Neumos, Remedy Teas, Alex & Susan's house, Molly Moon's, endless yard sales, and Cha Cha for being a black nighttime abyss.

Here are some recent fashion finds from a favorite local blogger, It's my Darlin' who does CHS hill style, and then a once sunny mermaid!


Idle hands find their way to my endless boxes of tiny trinkets and make earrings on Thursday nights. 
I love the little Virgo sign pendant found, if I remember correctly, at Ritual Adornments in Venice Beach, CA. 
Happy Virgo season!


Adventured with friends to Mt. Rainier last weekend.  This looming icon of Washington has captivated me since moving to the Pacific Northwest; on lucky beautiful days, you can see it along the horizon from almost anywhere in Seattle.  It's awe-inspiring almost 50 miles away and simply breathtaking up close.  We voyaged on a gorgeous 80 degree day and no, didn't hike all 14,411 feet, but enjoyed musings along a trail near the base in the sunlight (then kicking back with, what else, Rainiers and red wine afterward of course).  Blissful. 

Wednesday, July 27, 2011


Jake, age 7.  The next surfer/fisherman as every Curtius critter becomes.

Will, age 5. My godson is the freaking best.

My nephews both have their birthdays in July.  Are they not on their way to be the biggest heart-breakers in town?!?

Wednesday, July 13, 2011


To see a World in a Grain of Sand, 
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the Palm of your hand,
and Eternity in an hour.

-William Blake

The clockwise and counterclockwise spiraling florets of a sunflower's head grow in a way that affords the most efficient sharing of space.  Most commonly there are 34 spirals going one way and 35 going the other but ratios of numbers of spirals have been seen as 89/55, 144/89 and even 233/144 (size dependent of course).  All of these are ratios of adjacent Fibonacci numbers... the limit of these ratios will be the golden ratio, the most efficiently packed manner the flower could form.  
This is seen in most phyllotaxis, from branches on trees to rose petals, the beauty of geometrical and Fibonacci-based formations manifested in each flower.  This is mathematics.

Thursday, June 23, 2011


"I restore myself when I'm alone."  -Marilyn Monroe.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011


Shruti and her parents, Geetha and Sunder
This earth lost a truly beautiful lotus flower last week, Shruti Mandayam.  My very first friend at UCLA, my roommate, and my confidant in all the excitement of our first year living on our own.  An avid mathematician, flutist, Bollywood lover, vegetarian, listener, and dessert fanatic, this gem of a woman will never ever lose a place in my heart. 
With mother and grandmother at Madras Beach.
The Hindu funeral ceremony was one of the most intensely beautiful and mystical experiences I have ever attended.  The beautiful saris, the carried pyre, the Vedic rites,  the honey, the yogurt, the rice, the bananas, the chants, the bindis, the multitude of roses and ghee.  I wish I could remember the Tamil phrases you taught me in our room Shruti.   Everything was so loving, so perfect, so family-centered, so strong, so aromatic, and so holy.  Your family was everything to you and they did everything for you on this wondrous day.  I cherish the discussions we shared late at night about our faiths, you opened my mind and I thank you endlessly for it.
As her mother Geetha told me before one of the greatest hugs I have ever received, "Shruti was in a hurry to go. I try not to cry because she is going straight to God."  May you be with the Lord in peace, Shruti.  You blossomed into a beautiful woman, one of the sweetest I've ever known.  I will miss you and think of you and that infectious laughter as long as I live. 
long-haired sisters for life.
I always wanted to take a trip to southern India and meet you there and all your family who live there.
Now when I do, I will think of all the things you must have loved.  You are also adding meaning to the mathematical piece I'm having put on my arm.  I love you Shruti.

Saturday, May 7, 2011


Last week I made a delightful dish for a delightfully good time with wonderful people.  My friend Christiana is gluten intolerant (check out her blog here, she's an INCREDIBLE cook, take my word, I'm a guinea pig), so I gladly took on the challenge for a healthy alternative to the usual (being pizza or 50 cent mac n cheez, don't judge).  The company was too lovely to take any pics of my own, bar this one of (one of) our wine choices. mmmmmmm long-haired mermaid biking cabernet goddess. sold.

Anyways, back to the food.  I had never cooked quinoa before but it is just so easy I kick myself for being in the dark about it.  Also, I've loved brussel sprouts since I was a little girl helping my dad pick them in his garden, so I picked this brussel sprout and leek quinoa dish.  It was so delicious, and paired perfectly with the marinated flank steak.  The recipes for the brussel sprout quinoa can be found here and the flank steak marinade here.  I wish I had taken more pictures of my own because I loved my pottery barn easter plates!  Enjoy all my lil chefs out there.

Saturday, April 16, 2011


Ira Spring Trail.  Snoqualmie National Forest, WA.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


Top Pot. duh.



My sister Eileen and my mom came to visit me this past weekend!  Sweet Seattle goodness..

Wednesday, March 30, 2011


  "the astonishing gift of concentrating a 'stream of order' onto itelf and thus escaping the decay into atomic chaos."
-Erwin Schroedinger

in other news...

Sunday, March 27, 2011


The little vintage shop "That's Atomic!" in my neighborhood is sadly closing.  LUCKILY I passed by this very day to find this gem in the window from the 70's.  I've been looking for the perfect hanging lamp for my apartment and this one fits the flower loving fever I can't ever seem to kick no matter how old I become.  The orange flare makes my heart fuzzy and warm even when, as you can see, I live in rainlandia...
Note Jenga at the ready. e'eryday.