Arms and the Crazy

Is the world on crack? I swear there's some lunar alignment that has everyone batshit these last few days. I have a start date A WEEK LATER than I had hoped because my dad has ultimate guilt power over me (peep that internet-safe allusion). Plans for this weekend have been a revolving door of expectation and disappointment, and I have at least 6 hours of freelancing to squeeze in before sunday evening.

Adulthood is hard.
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so i've had 3 job interviews -- two with progressive non-profits and one with a giant music industry conglomerate. i don't know what i want to be when i grow up.

still working at trois pommes patisserie, and while it remains distressingly delicious and generally pleasant, i grow increasingly tired of not having a job that allows me real weekends and livable pay.

i think i'm going to las vegas with my mom and cousin paula for 4 days soon. what? srsly?

i recently finished reading middlesex by jeffrey eugenides; it was incredible.

My Pain

Sorry Everyone,

I'm far too busy just wasting away my life on the sandy white shores of Sunset Beach to post anything right now. I'm going to be all tied up with the beach for the next two weeks.

Ugh, my life is so hard.

Aux armes etceteras

Rise up, fellow blogites and blog!

I'm thinking of coming up to NY either this weekend or next... whichever weekend has cooler weather.

Thanks, Arthur.

I was mid-precis at the time of this: 

But seriously, I feel like bears are EVERYWHERE.

It all started when Team Face recalled the "Bear City" shorts on SNL (gag, I know), and suddenly singing the jingle and saying "bear city" at completely unnecessary times became the norm.  

And then I realized that this uh, school-related person, for vagueness' sake REALLY REALLY REALLY REMINDS ME OF A BEAR.  Like imagine if a person was slowly becoming a bear, to an uncanny degree.  It's haunting.

I have a really odd schedule and procrastinate a lot, so much of this is done by nosing around ONTD.  It is here that I learned about Pedo-Bear, mainly in relation to teenybopper-, I'm sorry, tween?-related posts about Disney Channel stars (sidenote-new guilty pleasure is totally Hannah Montana; I keep it on in the background while I read lots of Derrida and Freud [teehee]).   There was an episode of Hannah Montana the other day with a stuffed bear in it.  BEARS EVERYWHERE.

Fast forward to tonight, in my Dead Performers class, where we talked about what? BEARS.  Teddybears.  Sent as a memorial from something in Oklahoma to NYC for 9/11.  Bears as surrogate mourners.  BEARS.

But this Dead Performers class is really great.  I LOOOOOOVE the instructor, who is Kay Turner, matriarch (or something) of the Brooklyn Arts Council and general awesome riot of intellectual laughs and greatness.  And the people in my class are fantastic; it's a smaller class than the intro, so discussion is a lot more focused and relevant.   The sucky thing is that it meets from 6:30-9:15, which is just really, really odd.  

The journal job is fun too.  My co-workers/boss(es) are all very different but make great officemates.  My kindof main boss often yells profanities at the top of her lungs with the door to the hallway open.  I get to email very important people sometimes.  Something else about a bear happened at work the other day, but I don't remember what, just that it was ANOTHER BEAR.

Oh, and Charlotte got a BlackBeary.

Yours + Mine

So I have taken a full-time position with AmEx working as a listings producer. I'll be with my dad's company for another week or two but then my quality of life skyrockets as my quality of bankaccount stagnates just a bit.

I've had the pleasure of spending a lot of time with new loves: Alex (duh...she's old [ass]hat now), Abby (soon to be everyone's new best friend), Dan P (ok, not tons of time but more than usual. I make a surprising wingman and vice versa), and some people from summers past. Still trying to figure out a balance between work and socializing, kind of like freshman year all over again.

I hope I can get a job teaching fitness classes once I'm settled at AmEx. I've been running but I miss having a fitness following.

so that's where I am now. Alex?

State of Everyone Else?

Photo courtesy of Art Exchange Africa's website. You can purchase figurines like this for several thousand U.S. dollars.

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Is everyone else on this blog deceased? This is like the hiatus between sitcom seasons.

Will Cait find gainful employment?

Can Sam merge into the professional world and remain looking absolutely, stunningly cool?

Is Dave still enjoying his "Dalby" time? Or is it now "Deleterious Dalby?"

Where's Andy? Where is Andy?

Has Alex resuscitated Charlotte from the bottle and despair? Is Charlotte on top of the world?

What's the state of Lucia's mind, body and soul? Is she maintaining her fiercely independent Latin flavor amid work, absent housemates and cheap Mexican food?

Likewise, is Da-iel P---------g going to honor dust jackets across this merry nation with his Dutchonymous name?

Will Josh only greet his fellow bloggers and then perish among the many short-lived blogging attempts in this vast undiscovered e-country?

I'll finish with a politician's universal call to action: "People of Berlin ... this is our moment!"

P.S. I was on Youtube.com for some random task, I think the subject was innocent enough--anyhow, I came across a video (flagged for age verification) of a live human birth. Talking Point: When will births become obsolete, much like Gary Shandling predicted back in the 20th century?