But most of all, how could you hate on the locale where this femme fatale resides?
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Hollaback Harlem
So Dmitry, my oh so wonderful roommate-slash-surrogate father of my cat, has brought it to my attention that I was "hating on harlem" in my last post. Let this be a visual representation of precisely the opposite. That is all.
But most of all, how could you hate on the locale where this femme fatale resides?
But most of all, how could you hate on the locale where this femme fatale resides?
Thursday, March 13, 2008
"When I wake up in the morning and the 'larm lets out a warning...i don't think I'll ever make it on time"
Not that anyone is particularly dying to know, but I thought it would be enlightening to let you know what goes through the mind of an executive assistant, namely me, in the hour or so before I go to work. Here goes:
6:45-some horrid sound from my cell phone and 5 minutes later, the bedside alarm clock. Does anyone else have an irrational fear of alarms? I have it in a major way, second only to nightmares of not knowing I have work on national holidays. I always make sure I have two forms of wake-up devices because god forbid there's some power outage or my cellphone batteries zap out. The bottom line is that I cannot be late. We don't do late at my magazine.
7:00--well maybe I can just sleep a few more minutes. Because Chow Fun is next to me and she's so warm and my chartreuse satin blanket is just so enveloping. But shit, what am I going to wear today.
7:05--Shit, what am I going to wear today. Do I have the energy for heels? Should I take them with me? Can I get away with wearing jeans two days in a row. What if they're black....hmmmm.
7:10--Shit, what am I going to wear today. Why can't I do laundry more often. Oh yeah, because the laundry room closes at 8pm and I'm never home before then.
7:30--Shit, what am I going to wear today. Why do I have to look presentable every day?
7:40--this looks decent. Ughh I have to leave. I hate living in Harlem, so far!
7:45--ahh, forgot to put on makeup. And I work at a beauty magzine. Ahh! Can't be late. Moisturizer, mascara, bronzer, that's enough, grab coat, race out of here.
7:50--have to come back to my apartment because I forgot (ipod/cellphone/book/ID card/gloves/any or all of the above)
7:55--I always walk the 9 blocks down St. Nicholas Avenue to get to the express train. Look how lovely Harlem is in the morning, kids traipsing off to school in the morning, older gents brooming the sidewalk outside their establishments. All little moments, heightened by some LCD Soundsystem in my headphones. Its a 7 minute walk, sometimes I go to a bodega and pick up some coffee and try to speak a little spanish. Its nice. I won't be walking outside until a few 12 hours later.
6:45-some horrid sound from my cell phone and 5 minutes later, the bedside alarm clock. Does anyone else have an irrational fear of alarms? I have it in a major way, second only to nightmares of not knowing I have work on national holidays. I always make sure I have two forms of wake-up devices because god forbid there's some power outage or my cellphone batteries zap out. The bottom line is that I cannot be late. We don't do late at my magazine.
7:00--well maybe I can just sleep a few more minutes. Because Chow Fun is next to me and she's so warm and my chartreuse satin blanket is just so enveloping. But shit, what am I going to wear today.
7:05--Shit, what am I going to wear today. Do I have the energy for heels? Should I take them with me? Can I get away with wearing jeans two days in a row. What if they're black....hmmmm.
7:10--Shit, what am I going to wear today. Why can't I do laundry more often. Oh yeah, because the laundry room closes at 8pm and I'm never home before then.
7:30--Shit, what am I going to wear today. Why do I have to look presentable every day?
7:40--this looks decent. Ughh I have to leave. I hate living in Harlem, so far!
7:45--ahh, forgot to put on makeup. And I work at a beauty magzine. Ahh! Can't be late. Moisturizer, mascara, bronzer, that's enough, grab coat, race out of here.
7:50--have to come back to my apartment because I forgot (ipod/cellphone/book/ID card/gloves/any or all of the above)
7:55--I always walk the 9 blocks down St. Nicholas Avenue to get to the express train. Look how lovely Harlem is in the morning, kids traipsing off to school in the morning, older gents brooming the sidewalk outside their establishments. All little moments, heightened by some LCD Soundsystem in my headphones. Its a 7 minute walk, sometimes I go to a bodega and pick up some coffee and try to speak a little spanish. Its nice. I won't be walking outside until a few 12 hours later.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Justice, twizzlers, and begrudging youth
So last night, I went to the long awaited Justice concert (French pronounciation, s'il vouz plait) who played a very supreme set and literally brought the 'auditorium' down with We Are Your Friends. They are just so great and fun and dramatic, you can't help but rock out. Plus they look like this.
My date for the evening was this handsome specimen of man (Enlarging the photo is suggested):
My brother Adam, at 16, has never been to a concert in New York City before, so clearly I am basking in this awesomely cool glow of exposing him to the rad Euro-electro-pop concert experience. Tangent: neither had I really when I was his age, save for some free Roots concert at Columbia. New Yorkers always say that they love Summerstage and free concerts in Central Park or the South Street Seaport, but we never actually go because it entails lots of waiting and crowds and uncertainties and no real special treatment or selective door policies. But we still love the idea that we could, if we wanted to. I went a few times, and remember getting severely sunburned, dehydrated and waiting for hours for Lady Sovereign to do her thing. Plus, any actual concerts worth spending money on were sold out long before you actually heard about them.
But back to last night. Justice was pretty beyond, like i said (on the double, check out their DVNO video on Youtube and you will not be sorry). I saw them before late last year at Terminal 5, which is an amazingly spacious and well constructed standing-room venue. This time they were playing at the WaMu Theater at MSG, and to put it mildly, it was the most awkward venue ever.
The layout was more of a high school auditorium, with tiny standing room and a pretty small stage, not exactly befitting for a show consisting of DJ's. Chromeo, who opened for Justice, looked like the resident HS talent show winner, with their guitars and synthesizers playing in front of a bright yellow velveteen curtain. Not to mention the fact that this was a MySpace sponsored show, which is kind of a shame, because with my dealings with Myspace in my previous job, they try to pride themselves on being ahead of the curve. But the reality is that there are so many other outlets which are much more on the verve, and in a place like New York, Myspace translates to teenagers and forty year olds, who were like, dude, justice is soooooooo good, have you heard their new album (i.e. released early last year)? And do you have any ecstasy??? Which i didn't know people were still doing until some 35 year old lady toppled over my brother and inquired.
But aside from getting mistaken for an enabler, Adam had a great time. As a bonus, i got some cred with my irreverent and wildly sarcastic brother, who definitely got the wit of the family.
Because it was tuesday, i decided to abstain from the well stocked WaMu bar, and unfortunately did not have any other handy concert supplies with which to partake. So Adam copped us some twizzlers, which = crazy delicious.
My date for the evening was this handsome specimen of man (Enlarging the photo is suggested):
My brother Adam, at 16, has never been to a concert in New York City before, so clearly I am basking in this awesomely cool glow of exposing him to the rad Euro-electro-pop concert experience. Tangent: neither had I really when I was his age, save for some free Roots concert at Columbia. New Yorkers always say that they love Summerstage and free concerts in Central Park or the South Street Seaport, but we never actually go because it entails lots of waiting and crowds and uncertainties and no real special treatment or selective door policies. But we still love the idea that we could, if we wanted to. I went a few times, and remember getting severely sunburned, dehydrated and waiting for hours for Lady Sovereign to do her thing. Plus, any actual concerts worth spending money on were sold out long before you actually heard about them.But back to last night. Justice was pretty beyond, like i said (on the double, check out their DVNO video on Youtube and you will not be sorry). I saw them before late last year at Terminal 5, which is an amazingly spacious and well constructed standing-room venue. This time they were playing at the WaMu Theater at MSG, and to put it mildly, it was the most awkward venue ever.
The layout was more of a high school auditorium, with tiny standing room and a pretty small stage, not exactly befitting for a show consisting of DJ's. Chromeo, who opened for Justice, looked like the resident HS talent show winner, with their guitars and synthesizers playing in front of a bright yellow velveteen curtain. Not to mention the fact that this was a MySpace sponsored show, which is kind of a shame, because with my dealings with Myspace in my previous job, they try to pride themselves on being ahead of the curve. But the reality is that there are so many other outlets which are much more on the verve, and in a place like New York, Myspace translates to teenagers and forty year olds, who were like, dude, justice is soooooooo good, have you heard their new album (i.e. released early last year)? And do you have any ecstasy??? Which i didn't know people were still doing until some 35 year old lady toppled over my brother and inquired.
But aside from getting mistaken for an enabler, Adam had a great time. As a bonus, i got some cred with my irreverent and wildly sarcastic brother, who definitely got the wit of the family.
Because it was tuesday, i decided to abstain from the well stocked WaMu bar, and unfortunately did not have any other handy concert supplies with which to partake. So Adam copped us some twizzlers, which = crazy delicious.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Ummm yeah, welcome!
No points given for identifying all the irony and pity nonsense, as anyone who's known me for any meaningful period of time is probably rolling their eyes right this minute. And since that's probably my only readership, no explanation necessary. But there it is, I promise this blog will not be nearly as pretentious as the title suggests.
Thing is, after the demise of The Jellyfish Convocation (and oh, how we miss the glory days of jellyfacts!), I was thinking its time to strike out on my own, you know? As in, attempt to maintain a blog, amidst a job that I work 12-hour days and all my other leisure time spent eating and shopping, rummaging, taking photos, hoarding beauty products (for others!), using parentheses, curling up with my cat and sometimes dancing (a lot).
I also have to add, there may be a disproportionate amount of attention paid to felines in this blog. Deal with it.
Chow Fun. So seductive
McLovin. Chica chica, yeah yeah
Thing is, after the demise of The Jellyfish Convocation (and oh, how we miss the glory days of jellyfacts!), I was thinking its time to strike out on my own, you know? As in, attempt to maintain a blog, amidst a job that I work 12-hour days and all my other leisure time spent eating and shopping, rummaging, taking photos, hoarding beauty products (for others!), using parentheses, curling up with my cat and sometimes dancing (a lot).
I also have to add, there may be a disproportionate amount of attention paid to felines in this blog. Deal with it.
Chow Fun. So seductive
McLovin. Chica chica, yeah yeah
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