i've yet to ever actually create a summer playlist - i usually leave that daunting task to my roommate, mary. i have realized i mention her quite a great deal. the point is, she has highbrow taste in music, and well, i have terrible gay taste in music.
my music choices can vary, and sometimes, i like the occassional indie band. but throw on some whitney houston (RIP) or george michael and i'm dancing shamelessly in the living room with some really inappropriate hip thrusting.
but, if you are one of many to create a playlist, i would like to bring your attention to the following song, which i have dubbed THE SONG OF SUMMER 2012.
that opening guitar hook. that dance beat. your body will start to dance without your permission. it's physically impossible to not dance to this. kinda like, how it's impossible for me to not squeal like a girl when i see a dog of any kind.
so when you play this, understand you'll be on the dance floor making a scene. throw it down, just let it happen.
now, hit repeat. over and over again. and now, put this on your playlist and thank me later.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
the world will be watching....
last weekend, i went back in time and became a tween. i know, i'm like 14 years past reasonable and plausible tween years, but get over it. the night started as so: around 10PM. i stopped at a bodega and procured the following: vanilla coca cola (i'm a dr pepper drinker, through and through, for the end of time, i should be buried with a pack. but once in a while, i crave a vanilla coke. it's not cheating. and, i never see it in nyc, so it's like a mini vacation for my mouth. but i always come home to my precious DP.), pockey, and harbo gummy bears. as a tween, i must stay on a strict tween diet. as a tween, one would assume a parental unit would take me to the theatre - instead, i have the MTA, and took the subway. i guess i can't always follow the tween life. and finally, i arrived at the theatre where i found my seat along all the other fans, ready to watch, grimace, and cheer as 24 tributes participated in the 74th annual hunger games.
mary kindly printed me her ticket (thanks! slash, i owe you a movie) and i waited with giddy anticipation for the BEST MOVIE OF OUR TIME. that's a little far, but the build-up for this thing has been tremendously well timed AND well thought out. if you don't believe me, take a look at this NYTimes article which is very interesting and discusses the marketing/advertising campaign for the movie. seriously, they did an amazing job and really intensified the whole thing for me - complete with a long roll-out, tease, campaign, etc. overall, the marketing reminded me of 'jaws', which is famous for not showing the shark for about 45 minutes into the movie. it's about the anticipation, and some people forget that. a lot of people forget that. but considering the source material, which is about strategy, while also playing to your people without giving too much away at first, the marketing team did an impeccable job of keeping everyone hungry (pun, not really intended) for more.
anyway, i attended the movie with valerie and brittany, who also joined me in being a tween. we talked about boys, we ate the snacks and gave dirty looks to the girls behind us. clearly, we were on the more popular end of the spectrum. and finally, the lights dimmed. the screen flickered and we were subjected to some of my most favorite things of a movie: the trailers.
long story short, the most important trailer we enjoyed was: TITANIC 3D. i mean, they really know their target demographic. well done, paramount. well done.
so, the movie. it. was. amazing. i loved it. i don't want to give too much away, since many might not have seen it (are you guys not on 'the hunger games' train? because, we've boarded and i'm sorry you can't come play with us at the capitol.). i have a few issues with the film, most notably the camera work, but i understand they were trying to put us in the moment, in katniss's shoes. they obviously had to change some things for flow and pace, and i accepted that.
the most interesting thing to note was the violence. the novel touched on the violence and described it in graphic detail, especially for a YA novel. a couple of reviews i've read stated how they felt the violence was too nice, that it was depicted in a way where a viewer wouldn't leave with a feeling of disgust or remorse; essentially saying the violence was weak for the viewer. i disagree. i found it humiliating, and gross and it bothered me. i'm not a complete girl for violence, and understand the need for it in a story. but the director and his team did an excellent job in showing the violence on screen without making it gratuitous. i mean, they did this for a couple of reasons: one, being the rating by the MPAA. the second (my opinion) is: how much violence is really necessary to tell a compelling and intriguing story for the masses? for those who have read the books, we understand there is violence in the book and will be in the movie. but we don't need to have a complete and exact translation of bloodshed from page to screen. further, these are children. these are school children who, in the context of the film, don't all want to be there (clearly, there are a few who relish in the games...). i'm sorry, but i don't need to have a lingering shot of a harpoon sticking through someone. i'm old enough to imagine the pain and gore that is associated with such a thing and the overall takeaway from the harpoon isn't that she died, but rather the sadness that comes from such an ending to a person.
gary ross and team did an excellent job in taking the most important aspects of the story, dialing it back a tad, and also changing the topic to not just violence, but to "how does violence affect the person committing/witnessing/watching the action."
at the same time, it's interesting to see a film tackle the aspects of violence as sport, while we currently live in an era where we try to fight violence being shown in the media. now, that's a thesis topic.
anyway, go see the movie. and may the odds be ever in your favor.
mary kindly printed me her ticket (thanks! slash, i owe you a movie) and i waited with giddy anticipation for the BEST MOVIE OF OUR TIME. that's a little far, but the build-up for this thing has been tremendously well timed AND well thought out. if you don't believe me, take a look at this NYTimes article which is very interesting and discusses the marketing/advertising campaign for the movie. seriously, they did an amazing job and really intensified the whole thing for me - complete with a long roll-out, tease, campaign, etc. overall, the marketing reminded me of 'jaws', which is famous for not showing the shark for about 45 minutes into the movie. it's about the anticipation, and some people forget that. a lot of people forget that. but considering the source material, which is about strategy, while also playing to your people without giving too much away at first, the marketing team did an impeccable job of keeping everyone hungry (pun, not really intended) for more.
anyway, i attended the movie with valerie and brittany, who also joined me in being a tween. we talked about boys, we ate the snacks and gave dirty looks to the girls behind us. clearly, we were on the more popular end of the spectrum. and finally, the lights dimmed. the screen flickered and we were subjected to some of my most favorite things of a movie: the trailers.
long story short, the most important trailer we enjoyed was: TITANIC 3D. i mean, they really know their target demographic. well done, paramount. well done.
so, the movie. it. was. amazing. i loved it. i don't want to give too much away, since many might not have seen it (are you guys not on 'the hunger games' train? because, we've boarded and i'm sorry you can't come play with us at the capitol.). i have a few issues with the film, most notably the camera work, but i understand they were trying to put us in the moment, in katniss's shoes. they obviously had to change some things for flow and pace, and i accepted that.
the most interesting thing to note was the violence. the novel touched on the violence and described it in graphic detail, especially for a YA novel. a couple of reviews i've read stated how they felt the violence was too nice, that it was depicted in a way where a viewer wouldn't leave with a feeling of disgust or remorse; essentially saying the violence was weak for the viewer. i disagree. i found it humiliating, and gross and it bothered me. i'm not a complete girl for violence, and understand the need for it in a story. but the director and his team did an excellent job in showing the violence on screen without making it gratuitous. i mean, they did this for a couple of reasons: one, being the rating by the MPAA. the second (my opinion) is: how much violence is really necessary to tell a compelling and intriguing story for the masses? for those who have read the books, we understand there is violence in the book and will be in the movie. but we don't need to have a complete and exact translation of bloodshed from page to screen. further, these are children. these are school children who, in the context of the film, don't all want to be there (clearly, there are a few who relish in the games...). i'm sorry, but i don't need to have a lingering shot of a harpoon sticking through someone. i'm old enough to imagine the pain and gore that is associated with such a thing and the overall takeaway from the harpoon isn't that she died, but rather the sadness that comes from such an ending to a person.
gary ross and team did an excellent job in taking the most important aspects of the story, dialing it back a tad, and also changing the topic to not just violence, but to "how does violence affect the person committing/witnessing/watching the action."
at the same time, it's interesting to see a film tackle the aspects of violence as sport, while we currently live in an era where we try to fight violence being shown in the media. now, that's a thesis topic.
anyway, go see the movie. and may the odds be ever in your favor.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
and my celebrity crush is...
guys (and gals): i have a confession. a very true confession to make. my celebrity crush, and faux boyfriend, is and always will be jake gyllenhaal. i don't know why. i can't explain it. i love him.
i've seen every one of his films. he is probably the one celebrity, out of ALL OF THEM, that if i was so see him walking nonchalantly down the streets of NYC, i would lose my shit, then regain composure, then request a picture with him. i would probably, also, get really close to him in said picture. depending on the situation, i would try to make conversation. i would say i'm a huge fan - a true fan, not some sloozy girl fan who only wants to add a notch in her celebrity belt. i would then never wash my shirt again.
that sounds stalker-like. and probably creepy. but i think he is just awesome. like, he seems like a guy i could get a beer with. someone who i could hang out with - go for a run, play some tennis. we would be best friends. we would talk about girls. we would talk about guys. we would talk about that one time on the red carpet when so-and-so did that one thing, and we all laughed about it at the after-party. but it was a blind item the next day on page six. i mean, we all knew, but we weren't telling anyone.
so, i think he is the one person, the one person i don't even freaking know, who i would be devastated if he was to pass away (no morbidity intended). like, the way people cried over whitney houston, michael jackson, or sonny bono - i would be that person. tears streaming down my face like old yeller was just shot (spoiler alert). i don't know why either. we're not in the same social circle (yet), but on some level, i think - and this might be why celebrities are celebrities - we would be friends. he's accessible to everyone. funny, friendly, outgoing, calm.
anyway, he's also in this music video for this band called 'the shoes' playing a serial killer. weird, right? weird...and hot. even him being all mass murderer, crazy person wearing a fencing outfit doesn't make me not like him. it only furthers my view that he is amazing and when we grabbed coffee, he would tell me all the funny stories about shooting it - how the director farted or how they were taking shots after each take.
view the music video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pt9wnawn7xQ
we all have that one celebrity crush and this one is mine. forever. stay away, bitches. especially you lohan.
i've seen every one of his films. he is probably the one celebrity, out of ALL OF THEM, that if i was so see him walking nonchalantly down the streets of NYC, i would lose my shit, then regain composure, then request a picture with him. i would probably, also, get really close to him in said picture. depending on the situation, i would try to make conversation. i would say i'm a huge fan - a true fan, not some sloozy girl fan who only wants to add a notch in her celebrity belt. i would then never wash my shirt again.
that sounds stalker-like. and probably creepy. but i think he is just awesome. like, he seems like a guy i could get a beer with. someone who i could hang out with - go for a run, play some tennis. we would be best friends. we would talk about girls. we would talk about guys. we would talk about that one time on the red carpet when so-and-so did that one thing, and we all laughed about it at the after-party. but it was a blind item the next day on page six. i mean, we all knew, but we weren't telling anyone.
so, i think he is the one person, the one person i don't even freaking know, who i would be devastated if he was to pass away (no morbidity intended). like, the way people cried over whitney houston, michael jackson, or sonny bono - i would be that person. tears streaming down my face like old yeller was just shot (spoiler alert). i don't know why either. we're not in the same social circle (yet), but on some level, i think - and this might be why celebrities are celebrities - we would be friends. he's accessible to everyone. funny, friendly, outgoing, calm.
anyway, he's also in this music video for this band called 'the shoes' playing a serial killer. weird, right? weird...and hot. even him being all mass murderer, crazy person wearing a fencing outfit doesn't make me not like him. it only furthers my view that he is amazing and when we grabbed coffee, he would tell me all the funny stories about shooting it - how the director farted or how they were taking shots after each take.
view the music video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pt9wnawn7xQ
we all have that one celebrity crush and this one is mine. forever. stay away, bitches. especially you lohan.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
how tv shows are made?
well, 'glee' was completely heavy handed this past tuesday. it's like the writers all sat in a room together, put all the topical issues from the past three years into a black stove-pipe hat, shook it like a shake-n-bake bag, and chose five pieces of paper. those pieces of paper made it into the episode.
(i'm actually hoping that's how real episodes are made.)
(i'm actually hoping that's how real episodes are made.)
Saturday, February 18, 2012
VW - Star Wars Spots
i haven't blogged in a long time, and that's totally my fault. obviously. however, i'm ready to start blogging again - so please get excited.
i know the super bowl was a few weeks ago, and basically, everyone has exhausted all commentary available for the commercials. but, i'm going to add my two cents to one spot in particular: the VW spot, brought to us by ad agency Deutsch LA.
last year, the best commercial hands down was "the force," and can be viewed here if you don't remember it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R55e-uHQna0
it touched quite a chord with everyone, including myself. the magic of the spot, to me, is the cuteness of it. "cute," i know, sounds very contrived, like i'm patting someone on the head. it reminded me of my childhood, of being impressionable and playful. for the adults, there was a knowing wink at the end, with the raised eyebrow from the dad. it's something my dad would have done. it just touched that moment in all of us, to escape. and that's something many commercials don't do - they are so focused on the sell - rather than giving people a reason to engage. i can't tell you how many conversations this spot started for me. not just because i'm in advertising, and i talk about advertising, but because there was a story we could all be a part of.
anyway, VW came back this year with a "sequel" - which, they announced with a teaser spot, "the bark side":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ntDYjS0Y3w&feature=BFa&list=PL1A674757461E469B&lf=plpp_video
adage wrote a piece on how this was created and was quite insightful - finding the right dogs, cuing the barks and how it was shot/filmed/edited. i had high expectations for the sequel, especially after viewing the teaser. it was inventive. it played on the previous year, without making it feel like a retread. obviously, at the same time, VW/Deutsch LA was just running and building off of their previous hit.
well, then, the real spot aired ("the dog strikes back"): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-9EYFJ4Clo&list=PL1A674757461E469B&index=1&feature=plpp_video
WHY?! the payoff of the whole thing was just plain lazy and disgusting. weak. what sucks about this is the magic that i loved from "the force" spot, actually WAS there in "the dog strikes back"... until the end. cutting out to the canteen scene sucked all the fun and interest out of the spot, because it was really them, VW and the ad agency, reaching for something that wasn't really there or needed. the point i'm trying to make: we didn't really need to have a sequel to the spot. it was unnecessary and showed how little faith they have in the consumer - feeling we wouldn't accept a spot that wasn't something we were familiar with.
this, overall, reminds me of a current issue regarding "bridesmaids" - kristen wiig has said she has no intention of creating a sequel. and, like 'entertainment weekly', i applaud and agree with the decision. yes, the movie was a hit. yes, it was hilarious. but, it had a complete story - there wasn't, and isn't - a need to see what else happens in these women's lives. i feel similar to the VW spots. the worst part is how they even mentioned last years spot, like, they didn't believe in the spot themselves.
i know the super bowl was a few weeks ago, and basically, everyone has exhausted all commentary available for the commercials. but, i'm going to add my two cents to one spot in particular: the VW spot, brought to us by ad agency Deutsch LA.
last year, the best commercial hands down was "the force," and can be viewed here if you don't remember it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R55e-uHQna0
it touched quite a chord with everyone, including myself. the magic of the spot, to me, is the cuteness of it. "cute," i know, sounds very contrived, like i'm patting someone on the head. it reminded me of my childhood, of being impressionable and playful. for the adults, there was a knowing wink at the end, with the raised eyebrow from the dad. it's something my dad would have done. it just touched that moment in all of us, to escape. and that's something many commercials don't do - they are so focused on the sell - rather than giving people a reason to engage. i can't tell you how many conversations this spot started for me. not just because i'm in advertising, and i talk about advertising, but because there was a story we could all be a part of.
anyway, VW came back this year with a "sequel" - which, they announced with a teaser spot, "the bark side":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ntDYjS0Y3w&feature=BFa&list=PL1A674757461E469B&lf=plpp_video
adage wrote a piece on how this was created and was quite insightful - finding the right dogs, cuing the barks and how it was shot/filmed/edited. i had high expectations for the sequel, especially after viewing the teaser. it was inventive. it played on the previous year, without making it feel like a retread. obviously, at the same time, VW/Deutsch LA was just running and building off of their previous hit.
well, then, the real spot aired ("the dog strikes back"): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-9EYFJ4Clo&list=PL1A674757461E469B&index=1&feature=plpp_video
WHY?! the payoff of the whole thing was just plain lazy and disgusting. weak. what sucks about this is the magic that i loved from "the force" spot, actually WAS there in "the dog strikes back"... until the end. cutting out to the canteen scene sucked all the fun and interest out of the spot, because it was really them, VW and the ad agency, reaching for something that wasn't really there or needed. the point i'm trying to make: we didn't really need to have a sequel to the spot. it was unnecessary and showed how little faith they have in the consumer - feeling we wouldn't accept a spot that wasn't something we were familiar with.
this, overall, reminds me of a current issue regarding "bridesmaids" - kristen wiig has said she has no intention of creating a sequel. and, like 'entertainment weekly', i applaud and agree with the decision. yes, the movie was a hit. yes, it was hilarious. but, it had a complete story - there wasn't, and isn't - a need to see what else happens in these women's lives. i feel similar to the VW spots. the worst part is how they even mentioned last years spot, like, they didn't believe in the spot themselves.
Monday, October 3, 2011
take me to paris...not.
very few things make me absolutely envious. i mean that. i'm dramatic at times, and say things in a fashion that has a hint of truth to them, but not 100 percent accurate. it's like, when i say i hate someone - i don't really hate them. it's just my tolerance for that person is at an extreme low and really shouldn't be tried.
what am i envious of? every single person that dates jake gyllenhaal. i love him. he's my faux boyfriend. and, i mean, all i want to do his hug him, in a giant bear hug. the same type of hug i once gave mickey mouse when i was six. true story. there are others, but i don't know if that's fit to print.
what else you ask? oh, i'm ENVIOUS (capitalization: necessary) of my mom and brother for taking a trip to paris for two weeks, while i wasted away in nyc. now, before you lambast me for the before sentence, hear (read) this: i've never left the country. the furthest i have ever been is here, in nyc. well, technically, rhode island, but whatever. i was going to leave the country right after graduation, to visit ecuador with my best friend and his sister (side note: my mom is from ecuador) and that didn't happen. why? because i was moving to the greatest city in the world. so, i was never able to visit the motherland of my mom. and now, working, i don't have the luxury i once had. you know, working sucks sometimes.
if you know me, you might know i have always wanted to go to paris. ALWAYS. i mean, everyone wants to go to paris. but if you were to meet my brother and me, you would notice two things: 1) we are very different people. i see fashion, he sees car engines. i see the arts, and he thinks vin diesel deserves an oscar (my apologies to the academy for typing that sentence.) 2) desire and appreciation.
anyway, my mom told me she didn't ask me because i just started a new job (lie: i started my job about 8 months before she left. my brother started his job in june. do the math. but, i guess that's one of the perks of working at my mom's company?) and thought i wouldn't get vacation. minor truth, but i could have taken off just not the whole time. so, she left me here, in the usa all alone. sad face.
my brother and i share a series of giant fuck-ups. mine are minor in terms of his, but doesn't that buy me some sort of "take me to paris" card? no? am i being selfish? ridiculous? if you think so, then i don't want to hear it and we aren't friends.
what started this rage was this: my brother put the pictures on facebook which through me into a minor funk and i apologize to the oreo cookie container i demolished in my blind moment of decay. i was jealous he and my mom were able to experience those things. the eiffel tower. notre dame cathedral (FYI! my brother pronounced it like the school. incorrect. INCORRECT! SEE! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!) also, it then put me into a funk of who is going to visit that beautiful city with me? i can't ask my mom or brother - they would piss me off in some respect because they did it first. i need either travel virgins or friends who i love/like/tolerate. or jake gyllenhaal.
but what softened the blow: my mom sent me a little care package filled with goodies that i absolutely adore and love. the contents included:
-two scarves. before my mom left, i would send her weekly emails on one particular scarf i wanted. it was this gorgeous checkered scarf that i could find anywhere, but for some reason, i wanted it from paris. i didn't get the scarf. but, she found two awesome scarves that are exactly my taste and style and i wore one today.
-cookies. i love cookies. i love sweet things. i love cookies.
-a key chain. this is perfect for my myriad of keys i always lose at work.
-a shot glass. duh. i'm a prepster. we can never have enough shot glasses. in fact, we're always too short in shot glasses. truth.
but seriously, where is jake gyllenhaal?
what am i envious of? every single person that dates jake gyllenhaal. i love him. he's my faux boyfriend. and, i mean, all i want to do his hug him, in a giant bear hug. the same type of hug i once gave mickey mouse when i was six. true story. there are others, but i don't know if that's fit to print.
what else you ask? oh, i'm ENVIOUS (capitalization: necessary) of my mom and brother for taking a trip to paris for two weeks, while i wasted away in nyc. now, before you lambast me for the before sentence, hear (read) this: i've never left the country. the furthest i have ever been is here, in nyc. well, technically, rhode island, but whatever. i was going to leave the country right after graduation, to visit ecuador with my best friend and his sister (side note: my mom is from ecuador) and that didn't happen. why? because i was moving to the greatest city in the world. so, i was never able to visit the motherland of my mom. and now, working, i don't have the luxury i once had. you know, working sucks sometimes.
if you know me, you might know i have always wanted to go to paris. ALWAYS. i mean, everyone wants to go to paris. but if you were to meet my brother and me, you would notice two things: 1) we are very different people. i see fashion, he sees car engines. i see the arts, and he thinks vin diesel deserves an oscar (my apologies to the academy for typing that sentence.) 2) desire and appreciation.
anyway, my mom told me she didn't ask me because i just started a new job (lie: i started my job about 8 months before she left. my brother started his job in june. do the math. but, i guess that's one of the perks of working at my mom's company?) and thought i wouldn't get vacation. minor truth, but i could have taken off just not the whole time. so, she left me here, in the usa all alone. sad face.
my brother and i share a series of giant fuck-ups. mine are minor in terms of his, but doesn't that buy me some sort of "take me to paris" card? no? am i being selfish? ridiculous? if you think so, then i don't want to hear it and we aren't friends.
what started this rage was this: my brother put the pictures on facebook which through me into a minor funk and i apologize to the oreo cookie container i demolished in my blind moment of decay. i was jealous he and my mom were able to experience those things. the eiffel tower. notre dame cathedral (FYI! my brother pronounced it like the school. incorrect. INCORRECT! SEE! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!) also, it then put me into a funk of who is going to visit that beautiful city with me? i can't ask my mom or brother - they would piss me off in some respect because they did it first. i need either travel virgins or friends who i love/like/tolerate. or jake gyllenhaal.
but what softened the blow: my mom sent me a little care package filled with goodies that i absolutely adore and love. the contents included:
-two scarves. before my mom left, i would send her weekly emails on one particular scarf i wanted. it was this gorgeous checkered scarf that i could find anywhere, but for some reason, i wanted it from paris. i didn't get the scarf. but, she found two awesome scarves that are exactly my taste and style and i wore one today.
-cookies. i love cookies. i love sweet things. i love cookies.
-a key chain. this is perfect for my myriad of keys i always lose at work.
-a shot glass. duh. i'm a prepster. we can never have enough shot glasses. in fact, we're always too short in shot glasses. truth.
but seriously, where is jake gyllenhaal?
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
late mid-twenties crisis?
yes, it's true. i've been a 27 year-old boy/man/adult for 4 full days and i am already having a crisis. case in point, i've started throwing out all of my clothes. literally. i have 3 (small) bags filled with clothes. why? i know people throw out or donate their clothes all the time. but i love clothes. i love my clothes. but, now that i am 27, i want to start acting more like an adult. i say that all the time. but, i think once i start on my outward appearance, i will then start acting like a real adult.
essentially, i've been wanting to start having work outfits. mary can attest that i have a very lax wardrobe at the office, and while i love that, and relish in the days that i can wear a hoodie to the office, i also know that i need to start being more mature. so, i thought: why not have work outfits! novel idea, dear brian. i actually think that will be more beneficial to me as well, and i have even started looking at things not as "awwww, cute. must. have. now." but rather "well, can i wear this to work and does it fit into my professional wardrobe." maturity!
the feeling on that above paragraph is i have a lot of clothes. a lot of great clothes. i can talk about clothes for days. i love fashion. i find it so interesting. and sometimes, i don't have enough of it. but, digressing, i want to start minimizing my weekend clothes and focusing on my adult week clothes. besides, let's face it - when i am doing anything on the weekends, i'm in comfy lounge clothes until it's time to go out. and then, when i do go out, i'm in a v-neck and jeans or shorts. but i guess, i'm so scared to try being more adult because ... well, i don't know why. i don't mind dressing professional. but it has to be the RIGHT type of professional. it's a trying on, and tailoring situation.
i'm also worried i am falling behind in a lot of work things. everything seems to be coming at all directions, and while i love it and love learning, i can't help but wonder if i am not being allowed to learn more. what i mean, is i don't want to feel like just hands to the people i work with. i want to participate in more, and it's frustrating when you are not needed, but needed at the same time. it's just a literal cluster fuck. but, i still love what i do, and am excited for all the new things, regardless of my personal issues with things. that's not hindering me in the long run. it's just a mild hurdle. (mildly vague paragraph)
on a side note, nicki minaj's "super bass" is highly addictive. and i mean that. i've listened to it on repeat for a while. followed by jack's mannequin. so i mean, my musical taste is highly varied.
hurricane irene also came to party for my birthday. she was fun, and provided a great backdrop to a great birthday weekend. i'm glad she decided to calm down a little, and not steal all my thunder.
i'm also really sick, and can't seem to get better. i even had a nose bleed today at work and not just one, but both nostrils decided to erupt blood out of my nose. TMI? it was mildly traumatic. and because i am sick, i haven't been able to go to the gym and that's just getting ridiculous. must go soon.
i don't have anything to add to my crisis. but crap, i'm in my late twenties. let's remember though: botox is no longer a joke, but a possibility.
essentially, i've been wanting to start having work outfits. mary can attest that i have a very lax wardrobe at the office, and while i love that, and relish in the days that i can wear a hoodie to the office, i also know that i need to start being more mature. so, i thought: why not have work outfits! novel idea, dear brian. i actually think that will be more beneficial to me as well, and i have even started looking at things not as "awwww, cute. must. have. now." but rather "well, can i wear this to work and does it fit into my professional wardrobe." maturity!
the feeling on that above paragraph is i have a lot of clothes. a lot of great clothes. i can talk about clothes for days. i love fashion. i find it so interesting. and sometimes, i don't have enough of it. but, digressing, i want to start minimizing my weekend clothes and focusing on my adult week clothes. besides, let's face it - when i am doing anything on the weekends, i'm in comfy lounge clothes until it's time to go out. and then, when i do go out, i'm in a v-neck and jeans or shorts. but i guess, i'm so scared to try being more adult because ... well, i don't know why. i don't mind dressing professional. but it has to be the RIGHT type of professional. it's a trying on, and tailoring situation.
i'm also worried i am falling behind in a lot of work things. everything seems to be coming at all directions, and while i love it and love learning, i can't help but wonder if i am not being allowed to learn more. what i mean, is i don't want to feel like just hands to the people i work with. i want to participate in more, and it's frustrating when you are not needed, but needed at the same time. it's just a literal cluster fuck. but, i still love what i do, and am excited for all the new things, regardless of my personal issues with things. that's not hindering me in the long run. it's just a mild hurdle. (mildly vague paragraph)
on a side note, nicki minaj's "super bass" is highly addictive. and i mean that. i've listened to it on repeat for a while. followed by jack's mannequin. so i mean, my musical taste is highly varied.
hurricane irene also came to party for my birthday. she was fun, and provided a great backdrop to a great birthday weekend. i'm glad she decided to calm down a little, and not steal all my thunder.
i'm also really sick, and can't seem to get better. i even had a nose bleed today at work and not just one, but both nostrils decided to erupt blood out of my nose. TMI? it was mildly traumatic. and because i am sick, i haven't been able to go to the gym and that's just getting ridiculous. must go soon.
i don't have anything to add to my crisis. but crap, i'm in my late twenties. let's remember though: botox is no longer a joke, but a possibility.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
let's run away
i'm coming back to the blogging world! how excited are you? probably more excited than you think you are. sometimes, it must be hard to contain yourself when you read my writing because it's just like angels typing.
i took a lovely vacation to cape cod with my friend leigh, and it's a lifestyle i could really get behind. basically, we were living a ralph lauren ad. cape cod house, golden retriever, reading on the patio - i almost didn't want to leave. it's also a really dynamic place to be/visit because of all the people and architecture.
i'm getting really bad ADD right now and am thinking about sleep and not writing coherently. so, forgive me.
ohhhhh, i'll do a quick movie review. the other day, in cape cod actually, i saw 'the help' based on the novel. now, the book as you are probably aware took the book club world by storm. told from three different perspectives with three different dialects going on. it's an engrossing novel to be honest, and a quick read. i think what i loved so much about the book - the complexity of some of the characters and the south in general - was lost in the movie. yes, the performances are excellent (i have a major crush on emma stone, and viola davis. i want to hug them.) and bryce dallas howard makes you hate her. but the movie i felt simplified a lot of things and made it more mainstream. well aware the book was a mainstream book, but i am saying they wanted to create a film that everyone would go see. so, conclusion: recommend.
continuing on a movie review, i saw "crazy, stupid, love" and that was good as well. little long, i could have used more ryan gosling shirtless, and i could have used a lot more marisa tomei. i love marisa tomei - she is JUST AMAZING. personally, while i loved her in dramatic roles like 'in the bedroom' she is just amazing as a comedic actress and undervalued/unrealized as to how funny she can be. i mean, she won an oscar for 'my cousin vinny' - it's very rare for a comedic role to win an oscar.
also, went to brunch the other day with loan, who went to college with me - she was in town on a little vacation. so, we had TWO celeb sightings. one was adrian grenier, from 'entourage' and alicia witt from 'friday night lights.' we were eating at the LPQ literally two doors down from our apartment. when both celebrities saw each other, they greeted each other and it was just surreal to see that. like, celebrities know other celebrities! i forget they have a small social circle. i also felt bad for adrian because some guy came up and asked for an autograph and you could tell he was annoyed.
also, congrats to my close friend kate for getting engaged!
til next time,
bri
i took a lovely vacation to cape cod with my friend leigh, and it's a lifestyle i could really get behind. basically, we were living a ralph lauren ad. cape cod house, golden retriever, reading on the patio - i almost didn't want to leave. it's also a really dynamic place to be/visit because of all the people and architecture.
i'm getting really bad ADD right now and am thinking about sleep and not writing coherently. so, forgive me.
ohhhhh, i'll do a quick movie review. the other day, in cape cod actually, i saw 'the help' based on the novel. now, the book as you are probably aware took the book club world by storm. told from three different perspectives with three different dialects going on. it's an engrossing novel to be honest, and a quick read. i think what i loved so much about the book - the complexity of some of the characters and the south in general - was lost in the movie. yes, the performances are excellent (i have a major crush on emma stone, and viola davis. i want to hug them.) and bryce dallas howard makes you hate her. but the movie i felt simplified a lot of things and made it more mainstream. well aware the book was a mainstream book, but i am saying they wanted to create a film that everyone would go see. so, conclusion: recommend.
continuing on a movie review, i saw "crazy, stupid, love" and that was good as well. little long, i could have used more ryan gosling shirtless, and i could have used a lot more marisa tomei. i love marisa tomei - she is JUST AMAZING. personally, while i loved her in dramatic roles like 'in the bedroom' she is just amazing as a comedic actress and undervalued/unrealized as to how funny she can be. i mean, she won an oscar for 'my cousin vinny' - it's very rare for a comedic role to win an oscar.
also, went to brunch the other day with loan, who went to college with me - she was in town on a little vacation. so, we had TWO celeb sightings. one was adrian grenier, from 'entourage' and alicia witt from 'friday night lights.' we were eating at the LPQ literally two doors down from our apartment. when both celebrities saw each other, they greeted each other and it was just surreal to see that. like, celebrities know other celebrities! i forget they have a small social circle. i also felt bad for adrian because some guy came up and asked for an autograph and you could tell he was annoyed.
also, congrats to my close friend kate for getting engaged!
til next time,
bri
Thursday, June 30, 2011
thursday night.
in case you forgot, it's summer time in the big apple. which, i guess also means, it's summer time everywhere else depending on the hemisphere you reside in. that being said, let's delve into my life.
ray, mary's puppy, and i have been bonding steadily since she arrived into our apartment. i also speak to her like a human, which goes way past her adorable little head. often, she will ignore me. when she decides i am worthy of her attention, she thinks i absolutely love it when she licks my face. my smelly boy socks are her weakness, as are people walking/sitting/sleeping/running/smoking/breathing. just call me the dog-father.
i've picked up golf. i know, me? but i love mental sports and sports that rely on myself. i'm not so much a team sport person because i don't want to rely on anyone else. i'd rather blame myself for something than other people. unless, we are talking about anything besides sports, then i'm ready to blame anyone and everyone. that's actually a lie. i will pretend it never happened.
in case you missed it, gay marriage passed in new york. my mom, she merely glazed over it which means she either doesn't want grandkids, doesn't want me to marry another man, or doesn't read/watch the news. anyway, i'm now able to marry and divorce like everyone else! this brought a huge wave of different emotions to my overwhelmed self, and it's actually really sad i wasn't so like, in tune with them. at first, i thought, "holy moly! i can marry" and then it quickly metamorphosed into "holy moly, i'm single, 26 and ... WHERE HAS MY LIFE GONE!?" clearly, that's quite the jump of emotions, but let me clarify: in texas, we are birthed, dressed, and finally married. it's a quick process. and, it's just a way of life. it's like, the hamptons for the new yorkers out here.
but, it's rather amazing to now have the option. and i think it's going to be beneficial and wonderful for those who are just now coming out. they will be living in a world, well state(s), that allow gay marriage and it will seem normal, like there was never a time when you weren't allowed to marry. instead, it will be a nice chapter (sidebar?) in some book and then we will all remember what it used to be like. for those of us who have known both, it's going to be an adjustment. now, i have to think about marriage and what it means when it comes to that time when i eventually find someone i want to marry. i've seen my parents who have stayed together forevvvvvveeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr and i know i want to have that. i'm jealous of that. but let's just be honest and say my wedding will be delicious and beautiful and it won't be gaudy or resemble anything from "sex and the city 2 - let's do everything wrong." i have many more stipulations, but not now.
and, i'm wearing shorts to work tomorrow. suck it.
ray, mary's puppy, and i have been bonding steadily since she arrived into our apartment. i also speak to her like a human, which goes way past her adorable little head. often, she will ignore me. when she decides i am worthy of her attention, she thinks i absolutely love it when she licks my face. my smelly boy socks are her weakness, as are people walking/sitting/sleeping/running/smoking/breathing. just call me the dog-father.
i've picked up golf. i know, me? but i love mental sports and sports that rely on myself. i'm not so much a team sport person because i don't want to rely on anyone else. i'd rather blame myself for something than other people. unless, we are talking about anything besides sports, then i'm ready to blame anyone and everyone. that's actually a lie. i will pretend it never happened.
in case you missed it, gay marriage passed in new york. my mom, she merely glazed over it which means she either doesn't want grandkids, doesn't want me to marry another man, or doesn't read/watch the news. anyway, i'm now able to marry and divorce like everyone else! this brought a huge wave of different emotions to my overwhelmed self, and it's actually really sad i wasn't so like, in tune with them. at first, i thought, "holy moly! i can marry" and then it quickly metamorphosed into "holy moly, i'm single, 26 and ... WHERE HAS MY LIFE GONE!?" clearly, that's quite the jump of emotions, but let me clarify: in texas, we are birthed, dressed, and finally married. it's a quick process. and, it's just a way of life. it's like, the hamptons for the new yorkers out here.
but, it's rather amazing to now have the option. and i think it's going to be beneficial and wonderful for those who are just now coming out. they will be living in a world, well state(s), that allow gay marriage and it will seem normal, like there was never a time when you weren't allowed to marry. instead, it will be a nice chapter (sidebar?) in some book and then we will all remember what it used to be like. for those of us who have known both, it's going to be an adjustment. now, i have to think about marriage and what it means when it comes to that time when i eventually find someone i want to marry. i've seen my parents who have stayed together forevvvvvveeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr and i know i want to have that. i'm jealous of that. but let's just be honest and say my wedding will be delicious and beautiful and it won't be gaudy or resemble anything from "sex and the city 2 - let's do everything wrong." i have many more stipulations, but not now.
and, i'm wearing shorts to work tomorrow. suck it.
Friday, April 22, 2011
a reflection. yikes.
earlier this week, i was able to take in a show that just began previews "the normal heart" which is, in an easy and simple way to explain, a play about the beginning of the AIDS epidemic. it's much more than that, a political play about the frustration so many gay people had in the early stages of HIV/AIDS and those who tried to take a stand, and others who wanted to fight with grace.
it moved me. really. and not because i am gay. but it did a few things for me.
1) i have no idea who i am. and i say this because i don't know my history as a gay person. do i want to know? maybe. but i've always been the person to never let my homosexuality define who i am. honestly, i feel that me being gay is the least interesting thing about me. and i feel that i have been successful in that endeavor since i decided to come out. i have so many other qualities that make me who i am. with that, i've never demanded people respect me, and i've never yelled at anyone because my rights are not equal or attacked them for the same reason. i'm a lover, not a fighter! but in seriousness, MLK and Ghandi did this (i think. you see, i'm not very good at things like history and geography and things that require concentration) - you have to fight with rational thinking and calmness. if rome wasn't built in a day, equal rights won't happen with vicious words or swinging of fists.
so when i say i don't know who i am, i've never had to fight like people before me had to fight. i wonder if they will write about that in the history books - like women's rights or the civil rights movement. what will ours be called? the rainbow riots? the fairy war? oh, i could go on and on. but it would be an interesting read.
2) it made me realize how lucky i am. i am lucky to have a group of friends and family who completely love and trust me and accept me for who i am. no questions. i don't know if that is because we have come so far, or because we all found each other, but i am so fortunate to not worry about having a brother say to me "you aren't my equal" or parents who would rather assume i am "unwell." but as i type that, my parents probably assume i've already joined a cult and wear only black and do poetry slams on thursdays. which is a lie, since i do them on wednesdays.
story: i remember coming out to my roommate freshman year, like the day we moved in with each other - mind you, we also went to the same high school - and he is pretty conservative and he honestly didn't care. it didn't change who i was, and it didn't change the time we had. overall, it was one of the most rewarding experiences i could have had at such a young and impressionable age. so thanks college for showing me no one cares that i am gay. and thanks for putting me in the most annoyingly positioned dorm on the entire planet.
3) i belong to a group of people that are creators, artists, friends, brothers, sisters, thinkers and believers. these people have lived lives that we still talk about today - whole books have been devoted to these people - and they have changed how we do things, how we live and how we look forward. we are a group of many who have risen and have loved the world, even when we were not loved.
i say this because we can all do great things. and i say this because this above group can be said about anyone - it isn't based on sexuality.
side note, how ridiculous would it be to preface anything with "gay" or "straight" before it. ie: "this is my straight taxi cab driver." or "have you met my gay chef who makes the best cornbread in the world?" or, "this is my lesbian softball coach." ok, not the last one. there sexuality has nothing to do with how they actually perform their profession. but it does provide some individuals with a window of opportunity at 3am after a good poetry slam when they have a little background (background can come up organically in conversation, like "do you like girls or guys?")
so soak that in. soaking it in? good. now, throw some glitter in the air like you just don't care and get ready for a good time.
peace, love, and springtime,
bri bri
it moved me. really. and not because i am gay. but it did a few things for me.
1) i have no idea who i am. and i say this because i don't know my history as a gay person. do i want to know? maybe. but i've always been the person to never let my homosexuality define who i am. honestly, i feel that me being gay is the least interesting thing about me. and i feel that i have been successful in that endeavor since i decided to come out. i have so many other qualities that make me who i am. with that, i've never demanded people respect me, and i've never yelled at anyone because my rights are not equal or attacked them for the same reason. i'm a lover, not a fighter! but in seriousness, MLK and Ghandi did this (i think. you see, i'm not very good at things like history and geography and things that require concentration) - you have to fight with rational thinking and calmness. if rome wasn't built in a day, equal rights won't happen with vicious words or swinging of fists.
so when i say i don't know who i am, i've never had to fight like people before me had to fight. i wonder if they will write about that in the history books - like women's rights or the civil rights movement. what will ours be called? the rainbow riots? the fairy war? oh, i could go on and on. but it would be an interesting read.
2) it made me realize how lucky i am. i am lucky to have a group of friends and family who completely love and trust me and accept me for who i am. no questions. i don't know if that is because we have come so far, or because we all found each other, but i am so fortunate to not worry about having a brother say to me "you aren't my equal" or parents who would rather assume i am "unwell." but as i type that, my parents probably assume i've already joined a cult and wear only black and do poetry slams on thursdays. which is a lie, since i do them on wednesdays.
story: i remember coming out to my roommate freshman year, like the day we moved in with each other - mind you, we also went to the same high school - and he is pretty conservative and he honestly didn't care. it didn't change who i was, and it didn't change the time we had. overall, it was one of the most rewarding experiences i could have had at such a young and impressionable age. so thanks college for showing me no one cares that i am gay. and thanks for putting me in the most annoyingly positioned dorm on the entire planet.
3) i belong to a group of people that are creators, artists, friends, brothers, sisters, thinkers and believers. these people have lived lives that we still talk about today - whole books have been devoted to these people - and they have changed how we do things, how we live and how we look forward. we are a group of many who have risen and have loved the world, even when we were not loved.
i say this because we can all do great things. and i say this because this above group can be said about anyone - it isn't based on sexuality.
side note, how ridiculous would it be to preface anything with "gay" or "straight" before it. ie: "this is my straight taxi cab driver." or "have you met my gay chef who makes the best cornbread in the world?" or, "this is my lesbian softball coach." ok, not the last one. there sexuality has nothing to do with how they actually perform their profession. but it does provide some individuals with a window of opportunity at 3am after a good poetry slam when they have a little background (background can come up organically in conversation, like "do you like girls or guys?")
so soak that in. soaking it in? good. now, throw some glitter in the air like you just don't care and get ready for a good time.
peace, love, and springtime,
bri bri
Monday, April 11, 2011
ah, spring. you've been hiding.
today was, in my near perfect opinion, the first gorgeous day of the year. and i say this because i was able to walk to the subway with a light jacket and not curse through my lack of having a heavier jacket. it was basically, goldilocks perfect.
you know those times, when you see the weather, and you think one particular jacket will do just fine. and you don't want to take the heavy jacket because you don't want to be the person in a parka for no real reason other than sheer misunderstanding of reading the weather. so, you take those first few morning steps into the open world and you suddenly realize you were completely and utterly foolish. and you are now wearing the wrong jacket, but don't want to go change because you are late/lazy/apathetic. not too light, not too heavy.
today, it was just right.
i even walked to the grocery store in a t-shirt. simply perfect.
so, let's welcome spring with open arms. yes, it's a fleeting day of bliss and such, but i think it's one we can look forward to. like, the anticipation of it all, for the things to come.
some things i am very excited for:
central park concerts!
each year, the new york philharmonic puts on a little show in central park, and everyone who wants to have a relaxing time goes. people bring picnic baskets and blankets and just enjoy themselves. i made my mom come one year, and even though she got lost (central park is not easy to navigate - even if one is a new yorker) and she loved it. if you do go, bring some wine, cheese (only brie, please), snacks, friends, and balloons to give people a point of reference.
movies at bryant park!
hbo sponsors this weekly event where you bring blankets and food and lounge in bryant park. the movies are usually oldies, but goodies and it's fun to just go chill in the night. i have never been to a drive-in movie theatre, and i imagine this is almost like it. plus, bryant park is right by my office so i hope to get prime viewing spots.
friends!
yes, with the warmer weather means less hibernation. which means, happy hours, drinks on various outdoor locations and clothes that do not cover 100% of the body. with summer, friends want to frolic more - and that's always a good thing.
central park!
sheep's meadow. the great lawn. laying out and tanning. need i say more? no.
tennis!
only one of my favorite sports (aside from college football and throwing back martini's) and it's on all the time.
the sun!
yes, the sun is around all. the. freaking. time. but, with summer sun means, summer tan. and we all know everyone looks better with some color. i've misplaced my tan recently and can only hope it comes back shortly.
color!
during the winter months, i go into my grey phase, where i wear a lot of grey sweaters. but i always seem to have a pop of color somewhere. anyway, with summer, i love wearing color and it makes me excited to see people in color too. it's like, in the wizard of oz, when they go from black and white to color (big deal back then. plus, her slippers were silver in the book, but they wanted to use red because they (they being the studio) wanted to utilize the new feature, technicolor) that's what spring and summer is to me. so vibrant and so much fun.
i've probably missed some. but i think you get the idea. summer is de-lovely in nyc and i can not wait to take off my shirt and rotate my body every 30 minutes until done.
you know those times, when you see the weather, and you think one particular jacket will do just fine. and you don't want to take the heavy jacket because you don't want to be the person in a parka for no real reason other than sheer misunderstanding of reading the weather. so, you take those first few morning steps into the open world and you suddenly realize you were completely and utterly foolish. and you are now wearing the wrong jacket, but don't want to go change because you are late/lazy/apathetic. not too light, not too heavy.
today, it was just right.
i even walked to the grocery store in a t-shirt. simply perfect.
so, let's welcome spring with open arms. yes, it's a fleeting day of bliss and such, but i think it's one we can look forward to. like, the anticipation of it all, for the things to come.
some things i am very excited for:
central park concerts!
each year, the new york philharmonic puts on a little show in central park, and everyone who wants to have a relaxing time goes. people bring picnic baskets and blankets and just enjoy themselves. i made my mom come one year, and even though she got lost (central park is not easy to navigate - even if one is a new yorker) and she loved it. if you do go, bring some wine, cheese (only brie, please), snacks, friends, and balloons to give people a point of reference.
movies at bryant park!
hbo sponsors this weekly event where you bring blankets and food and lounge in bryant park. the movies are usually oldies, but goodies and it's fun to just go chill in the night. i have never been to a drive-in movie theatre, and i imagine this is almost like it. plus, bryant park is right by my office so i hope to get prime viewing spots.
friends!
yes, with the warmer weather means less hibernation. which means, happy hours, drinks on various outdoor locations and clothes that do not cover 100% of the body. with summer, friends want to frolic more - and that's always a good thing.
central park!
sheep's meadow. the great lawn. laying out and tanning. need i say more? no.
tennis!
only one of my favorite sports (aside from college football and throwing back martini's) and it's on all the time.
the sun!
yes, the sun is around all. the. freaking. time. but, with summer sun means, summer tan. and we all know everyone looks better with some color. i've misplaced my tan recently and can only hope it comes back shortly.
color!
during the winter months, i go into my grey phase, where i wear a lot of grey sweaters. but i always seem to have a pop of color somewhere. anyway, with summer, i love wearing color and it makes me excited to see people in color too. it's like, in the wizard of oz, when they go from black and white to color (big deal back then. plus, her slippers were silver in the book, but they wanted to use red because they (they being the studio) wanted to utilize the new feature, technicolor) that's what spring and summer is to me. so vibrant and so much fun.
i've probably missed some. but i think you get the idea. summer is de-lovely in nyc and i can not wait to take off my shirt and rotate my body every 30 minutes until done.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
oh, julie.
i figured i will write my blog like i feel right now - a little add.
i saw 'spider-man: turn off the dark' (version 1.0) on wednesday with my good friend leigh. if you want my review, please ask her because we share the same opinion on many things. and my review will be exactly like her review. it's almost like we share mindssssssssssssssssss.
my goal to start waking up early has not been a vital success. rather, i've been sleeping later and later. and therefore, going to bed later and later. this is a terrible, no good, very bad cycle of regression to my freshman year of college. and one that needs to stop. i say this, while i sit in my bed writing at 10pm on a sunday. here is hoping my early night will be an early morning. searz (as in, seriously). i need to get bikini body ready. and yes, i know i don't wear bikini's, but i do wear swim trunks and the gays can be harsh judgers.
oh, i saw an opera too this week! boy, so much culture, i should pinch myself. this time, i saw the opera, 'tosca' with laura, and we enjoyed a wonderful time. our seats were the bomb dot com. seriously. we sat in the orchestra, and were in row 'g' which is about 7 rows from the front. i actually had to count that on my fingers while singing the alphabet - thanks teachers! now, for those of you who know me, i love theatres. i have a huge affection for old theatres, including old movie houses, and for me to go to these fancy schmancy ones is just a plain joy for me. i find the architecture to be divine and so well crafted, and i often wish movie theatres were still treated with such care. instead of the whole cookie cutter idea we have going on now.
and as we finish up the weekend, i need to realize a couple things. one, i need to be more aware of how i say things and how it will possibly be perceived. honestly, and this is from a male perspective, i don't think we fully think things through. and me, i'm one to say things and just say them. i'm not a malicious person, and the things i say, while sound cruel or harsh or sassy or something that might be negative, are not actually meant to hurt. and yes, even though words hurt, i should be more aware of things and what i say. i guess, i have the mentality of just free thought, no filter. which is good and bad.
two, i need to go into yoga knowing full well my body will be mistreated and i will soak my shirt in sweat.
charming, i know.
xoxo. let's have happy days and happy weeks as we welcome the spring weather.
i saw 'spider-man: turn off the dark' (version 1.0) on wednesday with my good friend leigh. if you want my review, please ask her because we share the same opinion on many things. and my review will be exactly like her review. it's almost like we share mindssssssssssssssssss.
my goal to start waking up early has not been a vital success. rather, i've been sleeping later and later. and therefore, going to bed later and later. this is a terrible, no good, very bad cycle of regression to my freshman year of college. and one that needs to stop. i say this, while i sit in my bed writing at 10pm on a sunday. here is hoping my early night will be an early morning. searz (as in, seriously). i need to get bikini body ready. and yes, i know i don't wear bikini's, but i do wear swim trunks and the gays can be harsh judgers.
oh, i saw an opera too this week! boy, so much culture, i should pinch myself. this time, i saw the opera, 'tosca' with laura, and we enjoyed a wonderful time. our seats were the bomb dot com. seriously. we sat in the orchestra, and were in row 'g' which is about 7 rows from the front. i actually had to count that on my fingers while singing the alphabet - thanks teachers! now, for those of you who know me, i love theatres. i have a huge affection for old theatres, including old movie houses, and for me to go to these fancy schmancy ones is just a plain joy for me. i find the architecture to be divine and so well crafted, and i often wish movie theatres were still treated with such care. instead of the whole cookie cutter idea we have going on now.
and as we finish up the weekend, i need to realize a couple things. one, i need to be more aware of how i say things and how it will possibly be perceived. honestly, and this is from a male perspective, i don't think we fully think things through. and me, i'm one to say things and just say them. i'm not a malicious person, and the things i say, while sound cruel or harsh or sassy or something that might be negative, are not actually meant to hurt. and yes, even though words hurt, i should be more aware of things and what i say. i guess, i have the mentality of just free thought, no filter. which is good and bad.
two, i need to go into yoga knowing full well my body will be mistreated and i will soak my shirt in sweat.
charming, i know.
xoxo. let's have happy days and happy weeks as we welcome the spring weather.
diet
i'm writing this while it is still fresh in my mind. please, enjoy.
my roommate, mary, sent me a link the other day about 'gray's papaya', a local hot dog joint on our street. it's rather famous in nyc, and has been seen in a few scenes in movies and television shows. the one scene i remember right now is from 'sex and the city' where carrie is in the car after the release of her book, and her driver is like, "nah, girl. we're going to celebrate" and they get hot dogs at 'gray's'.
well, the new article says 'gray's' is now serving pizza. which, is like, news. anyway, i went and had it tonight. and it's not life changing. but it's dirt cheap. and i followed the pizza with cheetos.
i need a chef.
my roommate, mary, sent me a link the other day about 'gray's papaya', a local hot dog joint on our street. it's rather famous in nyc, and has been seen in a few scenes in movies and television shows. the one scene i remember right now is from 'sex and the city' where carrie is in the car after the release of her book, and her driver is like, "nah, girl. we're going to celebrate" and they get hot dogs at 'gray's'.
well, the new article says 'gray's' is now serving pizza. which, is like, news. anyway, i went and had it tonight. and it's not life changing. but it's dirt cheap. and i followed the pizza with cheetos.
i need a chef.
Friday, March 25, 2011
i'm in that awkward phase...
my my my, i haven't written anything in a while. my bad. i should be better. i need to be better.
i'm slowly trying to have a complete overhaul of my life. nothing like, changing my personality (i'm already your sassy best friend! and almost perfect!) but more like, getting on an adult schedule. eating better. being a more productive member of society. those things.
sometimes, i think, "whoa, it's like i never graduated college." which needs some actual explanation. i don't party all the time, and i don't do stupid things (usually) and i don't skip work. but what i do do is stay up later than i should. eat more than i should. get the extra drink when i should stay home.
i'm trying to combat that stuff with growing up. but i guess, the real question is, when do we become - and i shudder when i say this - more like our parents. i mean this in the way that, my parents have their routine, and know what's going on and live very good lives. i feel though, my life is still sporadic and random, and i have no set schedule. i can't even get my laundry done at the same time. my mom can cook a meal with anything, and i have a meltdown the second i step into a grocery store.
when does that change for us? is it a family? kids? significant others? i can't tell you. i wish i could. but it escapes me. it's not that i am not driven, or anything. i just need to get a grip on life, hold on, and see what is going on.
don't let this come across as me becoming boring, or square. no. but what i want is the ability to get up at 7am and go to the gym. and the ability to cook meals that require some knowledge of using a stove. i want to get on the boat of responsibility and see what happens. that boat is rocking, and i'm not knocking on it and i don't have a life vest for life right now. i'm blindly trying to find my way. which, is common for people our age, i hope. it's scary to think, that even with my education and my upbringing and smarts, i don't know how to get steady again.
maybe, it's because i don't want to let friends down. and maybe it's because i don't want to miss something. there are so many 'maybe's' in this, i need to have a solid. i need that foundation because i think it's time that i understand the importance of being an adult.
i'm slowly trying to have a complete overhaul of my life. nothing like, changing my personality (i'm already your sassy best friend! and almost perfect!) but more like, getting on an adult schedule. eating better. being a more productive member of society. those things.
sometimes, i think, "whoa, it's like i never graduated college." which needs some actual explanation. i don't party all the time, and i don't do stupid things (usually) and i don't skip work. but what i do do is stay up later than i should. eat more than i should. get the extra drink when i should stay home.
i'm trying to combat that stuff with growing up. but i guess, the real question is, when do we become - and i shudder when i say this - more like our parents. i mean this in the way that, my parents have their routine, and know what's going on and live very good lives. i feel though, my life is still sporadic and random, and i have no set schedule. i can't even get my laundry done at the same time. my mom can cook a meal with anything, and i have a meltdown the second i step into a grocery store.
when does that change for us? is it a family? kids? significant others? i can't tell you. i wish i could. but it escapes me. it's not that i am not driven, or anything. i just need to get a grip on life, hold on, and see what is going on.
don't let this come across as me becoming boring, or square. no. but what i want is the ability to get up at 7am and go to the gym. and the ability to cook meals that require some knowledge of using a stove. i want to get on the boat of responsibility and see what happens. that boat is rocking, and i'm not knocking on it and i don't have a life vest for life right now. i'm blindly trying to find my way. which, is common for people our age, i hope. it's scary to think, that even with my education and my upbringing and smarts, i don't know how to get steady again.
maybe, it's because i don't want to let friends down. and maybe it's because i don't want to miss something. there are so many 'maybe's' in this, i need to have a solid. i need that foundation because i think it's time that i understand the importance of being an adult.
now that i have typed all this, i wonder if this is what people call "responsibility." ugh.
Friday, February 18, 2011
the letter 'f'
last night, i went to an event party with my former coworkers. bourbon was the drink of the evening, and that is what i drank. i've never drank bourbon before, and will never put that poison to my lips ever again. basically, i was body slammed and came home feeling like my 21st birthday, but worse. i'm being honest. i have no idea what happened. but, there is more to the story than my drinking.
living in new york, one gets to experience a lot of different people and lot of different cultures. this also gives people what i assume a very open mind, and the ability to be accepting. except, like always, i'm not (w)right, but rather wrong.
while i was enjoying the poison with my friends, a man came up and tried to talk to us. being with girls, i understood the appeal. so i humored the stranger for a short while and then moved my arm and body to signify we were done with the conversation. he starts getting irate and starts yelling at me about all sorts of things that were neither here nor there. i turn around and tell him "we're done here" and ask him to leave us alone. well, he didn't. he started yelling more and said the ultimate word "faggot." he said this many times in the course of a few sentences and i was beyond any emotion. i felt disgraced, humiliated, broken and ugly. the words were delivered with a sense of hate, and that's something you can't just get over.
you would think, being from texas, i would have encountered more words like this, with attitudes to match. but i never did. i had a great childhood and an even more perfect family and friends. never did i ever feel wrong. so, to be called a faggot in a bar in front of friends in a neighborhood that is known to be a gay area, was shocking and still hurtful.
words, as i am sure many of you know, hurt. i've never experienced the full extent of that phrase until now. it's humbling.
i'm a fun person, i like to believe. and i am pretty liberal in many things and to have that word thrown is jarring. while the sentences were flying and the words were being hurled, i was mildly frightened about where the upcoming actions might escalate. do i fight? well, i have never been in a fight and the guy was bigger in weight than me. and i didn't know if he was going to just punch me and that was it. i didn't know what was going to happen. but i knew i didn't feel safe. but i think this was the first time in this city i have never felt unsafe,
all things considering, it ended fine. the security people took him outside and he left. nothing much to say really. done and done. and even if there was something else to say, i couldn't tell you because shortly afterwards, the poison took hold of me and my body.
living in new york, one gets to experience a lot of different people and lot of different cultures. this also gives people what i assume a very open mind, and the ability to be accepting. except, like always, i'm not (w)right, but rather wrong.
while i was enjoying the poison with my friends, a man came up and tried to talk to us. being with girls, i understood the appeal. so i humored the stranger for a short while and then moved my arm and body to signify we were done with the conversation. he starts getting irate and starts yelling at me about all sorts of things that were neither here nor there. i turn around and tell him "we're done here" and ask him to leave us alone. well, he didn't. he started yelling more and said the ultimate word "faggot." he said this many times in the course of a few sentences and i was beyond any emotion. i felt disgraced, humiliated, broken and ugly. the words were delivered with a sense of hate, and that's something you can't just get over.
you would think, being from texas, i would have encountered more words like this, with attitudes to match. but i never did. i had a great childhood and an even more perfect family and friends. never did i ever feel wrong. so, to be called a faggot in a bar in front of friends in a neighborhood that is known to be a gay area, was shocking and still hurtful.
words, as i am sure many of you know, hurt. i've never experienced the full extent of that phrase until now. it's humbling.
i'm a fun person, i like to believe. and i am pretty liberal in many things and to have that word thrown is jarring. while the sentences were flying and the words were being hurled, i was mildly frightened about where the upcoming actions might escalate. do i fight? well, i have never been in a fight and the guy was bigger in weight than me. and i didn't know if he was going to just punch me and that was it. i didn't know what was going to happen. but i knew i didn't feel safe. but i think this was the first time in this city i have never felt unsafe,
all things considering, it ended fine. the security people took him outside and he left. nothing much to say really. done and done. and even if there was something else to say, i couldn't tell you because shortly afterwards, the poison took hold of me and my body.
Monday, February 14, 2011
total eclipse of my heart
today, the entire color palate of red threw up on the world. and i'm not one to hate on valentine's day just because i'm single right now. nope, i'm not one of those people who bemoans it and then goes all martha (as in stewart) on the holiday when they are with someone. but i do think it's an overrated holiday and just an annoying waste of red.
beside, if i want chocolate, i will buy myself chocolate. i don't need a man to buy that for me. same thing with flowers. and diamonds...well, i won't get to hasty. if he wants to buy me diamond, gggguuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllllllll, it better be cartier, in a red box and big enough to make me throw off security when i walk through JFK. so, maybe there is a reason to get behind the color red.
i digress. on the subway today, everyone had roses and balloons and stuffed bears. it was exhausting to watch. even when i was dating M, and during our time together, valentine's day came and i think i told him something along the lines of this:
me: can't we just order pizza or something and watch a movie?
it's not that i am unromantic. and it's not because i didn't care about him (i did and still do, and we still talk!) i just didn't want to celebrate our relationship with everyone else watching and doing the same.
side note, for valentine's day, i bought M this mr. potato head doll from the disney store that looked like donald duck because that was his favourite character and it meant something to him. see, that was much better than flowers. plus, i played with him. the duck, not him. this isn't a romance blog.
anyway, i don't really need one exclusive day to be all lovey dovey. you feel me? plus, if you really do care, and can't decide what cartier item would look best on me, or what burberry trench i need, then surprise me with something on any other day of the year with something that is really thoughtful and all about me.
like, cartier. all i want right now, is cartier.
PS, this is the worst constructed entry ever. but i'm far to lazy to actually edit.
beside, if i want chocolate, i will buy myself chocolate. i don't need a man to buy that for me. same thing with flowers. and diamonds...well, i won't get to hasty. if he wants to buy me diamond, gggguuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllllllll, it better be cartier, in a red box and big enough to make me throw off security when i walk through JFK. so, maybe there is a reason to get behind the color red.
i digress. on the subway today, everyone had roses and balloons and stuffed bears. it was exhausting to watch. even when i was dating M, and during our time together, valentine's day came and i think i told him something along the lines of this:
me: can't we just order pizza or something and watch a movie?
it's not that i am unromantic. and it's not because i didn't care about him (i did and still do, and we still talk!) i just didn't want to celebrate our relationship with everyone else watching and doing the same.
side note, for valentine's day, i bought M this mr. potato head doll from the disney store that looked like donald duck because that was his favourite character and it meant something to him. see, that was much better than flowers. plus, i played with him. the duck, not him. this isn't a romance blog.
anyway, i don't really need one exclusive day to be all lovey dovey. you feel me? plus, if you really do care, and can't decide what cartier item would look best on me, or what burberry trench i need, then surprise me with something on any other day of the year with something that is really thoughtful and all about me.
like, cartier. all i want right now, is cartier.
PS, this is the worst constructed entry ever. but i'm far to lazy to actually edit.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
nyfw
two times a year, a wonderful thing happens to the big apple: fashion week. abbreviated to "nyfw" this is the time designers come, models stop eating and people who want to be thought of as avant-garde bring out the crazy and wear their closet with pride.
i know it might seem a little typical, but i love fashion. i think it is a really interesting form of art, and is a nifty way for people to express themselves. often, i always wish i could dress like a runway model (and often dream about their body...different conversation) but what i have slowly realized is this: the runway looks you often see are not made for "normal wear" - instead, they are heightened fashion outfits - not made to be copied but rather influence how you dress. basically, take a few pieces you love from the line, and make it your own.
so, because i like to pretend i am a budding socialite (i swear, if i do become a socialite, and people read this, i am joking) i was able to partake in the festivities known as nyfw. this was my first fashion show, for perry ellis. a few things to take away:
1. shows do not start on time. it's like, everyone is on european time and saunters in at least 20 minutes past the scheduled start time.
2. not all the shows are at the tents. note, the "tents" are at lincoln center and are the center of it all. the hub if you will. many designers have their own/rented/borrowed spaces throughout the city to show their line. the bigger the show/designer/name/money - the more likely you can find it at the tents.
3. this is going to be obvious, but watching a show online or on the designers site is MUCH different than actually watching it live and in the flesh. the shows themselves, they are fucking exciting.
4. the tents themselves, they don't hold thousands of people. maybe a few hundred. so to get a ticket to them, it's a big deal because well, compare that to however many people live in the city and want to see the fashion week shows.
so the show! i brought mary to the show and we were sitting in the fourth row at the end of the runway. we had a great vantage point because we would be able to see the models walk the long walk down and pause in front of us before turning around. and without warning, the lights went down, and the whole tent stopped talking. you can't even get that to happen in a movie theatre! and all of a sudden, it began. the music starts, a model appears and the lights queue to bright and it happens. look after look, the models did everything you expect them to do.
the shows are fast. 10-15 minutes of men strutting down the runway looking hot. you almost can't take it all in. but, what got me, was the energy. even though it is fast, you are so excited to see the next look, and for me, you want to revisit looks. there were some pieces i wanted to steal and, let's be honest, some of the models too. it should be like, free model with purchase. i die.
as my first fashion show, i felt like a million dollars. just walking through the main line and showing our tickets for reserved seating was the best feeling in the world. i don't know, i know i am still quite low on the totem pole, but i felt like i had arrived or something corny like that. fashion shows are just things to a lot of people, and i was able to make it a reality by actually attending one. even better, i was glad mary could join me: i feel like shows are something you should experience with people you love. kind of like, expensive wine and your first arrest. and i'm pretty sure we both were on cloud nine afterwards.
new york fashion week. it's a fucking rush.
also, mary blogged and her take can be found here.
i know it might seem a little typical, but i love fashion. i think it is a really interesting form of art, and is a nifty way for people to express themselves. often, i always wish i could dress like a runway model (and often dream about their body...different conversation) but what i have slowly realized is this: the runway looks you often see are not made for "normal wear" - instead, they are heightened fashion outfits - not made to be copied but rather influence how you dress. basically, take a few pieces you love from the line, and make it your own.
so, because i like to pretend i am a budding socialite (i swear, if i do become a socialite, and people read this, i am joking) i was able to partake in the festivities known as nyfw. this was my first fashion show, for perry ellis. a few things to take away:
1. shows do not start on time. it's like, everyone is on european time and saunters in at least 20 minutes past the scheduled start time.
2. not all the shows are at the tents. note, the "tents" are at lincoln center and are the center of it all. the hub if you will. many designers have their own/rented/borrowed spaces throughout the city to show their line. the bigger the show/designer/name/money - the more likely you can find it at the tents.
3. this is going to be obvious, but watching a show online or on the designers site is MUCH different than actually watching it live and in the flesh. the shows themselves, they are fucking exciting.
4. the tents themselves, they don't hold thousands of people. maybe a few hundred. so to get a ticket to them, it's a big deal because well, compare that to however many people live in the city and want to see the fashion week shows.
so the show! i brought mary to the show and we were sitting in the fourth row at the end of the runway. we had a great vantage point because we would be able to see the models walk the long walk down and pause in front of us before turning around. and without warning, the lights went down, and the whole tent stopped talking. you can't even get that to happen in a movie theatre! and all of a sudden, it began. the music starts, a model appears and the lights queue to bright and it happens. look after look, the models did everything you expect them to do.
the shows are fast. 10-15 minutes of men strutting down the runway looking hot. you almost can't take it all in. but, what got me, was the energy. even though it is fast, you are so excited to see the next look, and for me, you want to revisit looks. there were some pieces i wanted to steal and, let's be honest, some of the models too. it should be like, free model with purchase. i die.
as my first fashion show, i felt like a million dollars. just walking through the main line and showing our tickets for reserved seating was the best feeling in the world. i don't know, i know i am still quite low on the totem pole, but i felt like i had arrived or something corny like that. fashion shows are just things to a lot of people, and i was able to make it a reality by actually attending one. even better, i was glad mary could join me: i feel like shows are something you should experience with people you love. kind of like, expensive wine and your first arrest. and i'm pretty sure we both were on cloud nine afterwards.
new york fashion week. it's a fucking rush.
also, mary blogged and her take can be found here.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
you know you love me
gossip girl has returned. and i love it. it's like, major fluff for your brain. it's deliciously styled (i wish i dressed like the cast on a regular basis, but i am lazy and don't have hours to lounge and get ready) and witty. but remember, you have to shut off your brain - you can't just watch it and expect truth - you have to watch it and stop all reason. one of the best parts of the show happens to be the 'New York Magazine' recap - which comes out every tuesday and the writers of the blog give points for things and take away points all based on plausibility. and trust me, the plot can be unbelievable at times, but also, like the best episodes of 'mean girls' ever (if said film was a television show/real life).
and the past two episodes have taken place in the publishing world, and of course, the writers are doing their best to make sure the world of anna wintour is insane! and crazy! and packed with running around like the world is about to end. insane and crazy and lots of running! like, 'creature from the black lagoon' mixed with every b-level horror movie where people have to run.
since the writers work in publishing (as do i for a short while longer) they can write and about the truth and lack thereof. and this truth rang true:
• Blair gets assigned ten things to do in the first hour she shows up at work? Ten things that Epperly helpfully typed out on a list? Since when are internships that organized? Our interns sit around on Twitter all day and are lucky if, at some point, someone happens to pass by and ask them to make a list of things Natalie Portman said this month that made her sound fat.
truth because our interns beg to pack boxes because they are le bored. and trust me, the world where i work is not full of people dressed for a runway show and on the verge of eating a post-it note. we are calm beings - for the most part. life is like that. real life. not television.
but it's television, and yes, it's fun to see a heightened version of my life. because in my mind at times, publishing is batshit crazy.
and the past two episodes have taken place in the publishing world, and of course, the writers are doing their best to make sure the world of anna wintour is insane! and crazy! and packed with running around like the world is about to end. insane and crazy and lots of running! like, 'creature from the black lagoon' mixed with every b-level horror movie where people have to run.
since the writers work in publishing (as do i for a short while longer) they can write and about the truth and lack thereof. and this truth rang true:
• Blair gets assigned ten things to do in the first hour she shows up at work? Ten things that Epperly helpfully typed out on a list? Since when are internships that organized? Our interns sit around on Twitter all day and are lucky if, at some point, someone happens to pass by and ask them to make a list of things Natalie Portman said this month that made her sound fat.
truth because our interns beg to pack boxes because they are le bored. and trust me, the world where i work is not full of people dressed for a runway show and on the verge of eating a post-it note. we are calm beings - for the most part. life is like that. real life. not television.
but it's television, and yes, it's fun to see a heightened version of my life. because in my mind at times, publishing is batshit crazy.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
fly away with me
as many of you know, i love film. to an insane degree. i love the advertising aspect of films, the joy of a friday night opening and of course, award season. each year, my whole five-year old self comes out to play and like a kid in the sand, i go nuts. i watch what everyone wears, i listen to their speeches and i approve or judge who won.
lately, i have wanted to have some changes - some shake-ups and surprises when the awards are handed out and even those who are nominated. while i am (sadly!) not a voting member of the academy, i hope the voting members are not easily swayed by the media and the "for your consideration" ads found in the trade magazines. meaning, i hope everyone allowed to vote actually watches the films that are nominated. ps, i would love to join the academy. it would be a dream come true. seriously.
so, this also makes me wonder why some people are nominated, while others are not. i don't know the whole nomination process (it's lengthy i've come to find out per my research) and it intrigues me that some people are not nominated though i often think they should be. examples would be this years documentary race, where the hilarious "joan rivers: a piece of work" and interesting "waiting for superman" were not nominated - even though both were critical darlings in the film community and general public.
another example (but there is a reason!) would be the costume design for darren aronofsky's "black swan." the dark film has costumes designed by kate and laura mulleavy - and i know most people will not know who those are. but the sisters are the creative duo behind the fashion line 'rodarte' which i hope many of you have heard of. if you have seen the film, you know the costumes are a major component of the film (as well as the score which gives it a nice off-key tone and the art direction) - the sisters handmade the ballet costumes and the crown. long story longer, they were not eligible by the academy.
and here is the reason: it's about getting credit where it is due. meaning, the sisters didn't negotiate being credited in the final cut of the film and only the official designer of the film will get the nomination. which hurts the sisters and the general costumers because sometimes, and "black swan" being an example, the costumes helped make the picture. and in my naive world, i feel they did the most work and helped give the film a feeling.
i wish they would take a play from the tonys, which awarded all three leads for "billy elliot" the tony for best actor. normally, the tonys nominate the individual who acted the part on opening night - but the organization overruled and it was for the better.
so any thoughts? any people you actually wished was (or have been) nominated that wasn't?
lately, i have wanted to have some changes - some shake-ups and surprises when the awards are handed out and even those who are nominated. while i am (sadly!) not a voting member of the academy, i hope the voting members are not easily swayed by the media and the "for your consideration" ads found in the trade magazines. meaning, i hope everyone allowed to vote actually watches the films that are nominated. ps, i would love to join the academy. it would be a dream come true. seriously.
so, this also makes me wonder why some people are nominated, while others are not. i don't know the whole nomination process (it's lengthy i've come to find out per my research) and it intrigues me that some people are not nominated though i often think they should be. examples would be this years documentary race, where the hilarious "joan rivers: a piece of work" and interesting "waiting for superman" were not nominated - even though both were critical darlings in the film community and general public.
another example (but there is a reason!) would be the costume design for darren aronofsky's "black swan." the dark film has costumes designed by kate and laura mulleavy - and i know most people will not know who those are. but the sisters are the creative duo behind the fashion line 'rodarte' which i hope many of you have heard of. if you have seen the film, you know the costumes are a major component of the film (as well as the score which gives it a nice off-key tone and the art direction) - the sisters handmade the ballet costumes and the crown. long story longer, they were not eligible by the academy.
and here is the reason: it's about getting credit where it is due. meaning, the sisters didn't negotiate being credited in the final cut of the film and only the official designer of the film will get the nomination. which hurts the sisters and the general costumers because sometimes, and "black swan" being an example, the costumes helped make the picture. and in my naive world, i feel they did the most work and helped give the film a feeling.
i wish they would take a play from the tonys, which awarded all three leads for "billy elliot" the tony for best actor. normally, the tonys nominate the individual who acted the part on opening night - but the organization overruled and it was for the better.
so any thoughts? any people you actually wished was (or have been) nominated that wasn't?
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
when you dream
so, it has happened. that one obstacle we must all eventually come too: the second job.
it's true, empty internet space and few readers - i have accepted a new job. this is important for a variety of reasons.
1) i am moving back into advertising. i have always loved advertising. i find it truly interesting and it is something i love through and through. i've grappled (i am sure you have read) with the notion of where i fit in with advertising and this new job is the perfect starting off point to get me where i want to be. plus, the client is just awesome.
2) as much as i love my current position and the people i work with, i was starting to itch. i think it was because it was my first job, and i wanted to really begin my career. i say that because when i graduated, i didn't know exactly where i fit in (point 1) and there were no job opportunities available because the recession was swinging its big stick and demolishing everything in site. so, i'm not saying i took the first job that was waved in my face, but i did take a job that i thought "maybe this will be perfect." and it was perfect for then, but overall, i don't think it was perfect for the future. someone else is going to get my job, and they are going to love it and make it theirs. i wish them all the luck.
3) i am living in the big apple, and have moved jobs. this. is. HUGE! yes, i am very lucky to have a job, and even luckier to not have a lapse in working. and it means i am mildly successful in establishing myself in the city. i hope that doesn't come across as cocky. i just am really excited that i can make a move and not be lost.
so that's that. i am going to miss some things about my job, but excited and overjoyed about the new things i will learn and experience. which is what is really important i do believe.
in other news, snow has fallen all over the city and it's past the point of acceptable. really, i would like to fast forward to early spring and enjoy the sun because i am in dire need of a tan. i think most of new york can agree with me on that. i mean, i saw a picture of me on facebook and it was insane - almost on par with edward cullen. yeah, i went there.
i'm off to go burrow.
it's true, empty internet space and few readers - i have accepted a new job. this is important for a variety of reasons.
1) i am moving back into advertising. i have always loved advertising. i find it truly interesting and it is something i love through and through. i've grappled (i am sure you have read) with the notion of where i fit in with advertising and this new job is the perfect starting off point to get me where i want to be. plus, the client is just awesome.
2) as much as i love my current position and the people i work with, i was starting to itch. i think it was because it was my first job, and i wanted to really begin my career. i say that because when i graduated, i didn't know exactly where i fit in (point 1) and there were no job opportunities available because the recession was swinging its big stick and demolishing everything in site. so, i'm not saying i took the first job that was waved in my face, but i did take a job that i thought "maybe this will be perfect." and it was perfect for then, but overall, i don't think it was perfect for the future. someone else is going to get my job, and they are going to love it and make it theirs. i wish them all the luck.
3) i am living in the big apple, and have moved jobs. this. is. HUGE! yes, i am very lucky to have a job, and even luckier to not have a lapse in working. and it means i am mildly successful in establishing myself in the city. i hope that doesn't come across as cocky. i just am really excited that i can make a move and not be lost.
so that's that. i am going to miss some things about my job, but excited and overjoyed about the new things i will learn and experience. which is what is really important i do believe.
in other news, snow has fallen all over the city and it's past the point of acceptable. really, i would like to fast forward to early spring and enjoy the sun because i am in dire need of a tan. i think most of new york can agree with me on that. i mean, i saw a picture of me on facebook and it was insane - almost on par with edward cullen. yeah, i went there.
i'm off to go burrow.
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