Thursday, July 26, 2007
2. After my joyous bus experience, I got in the elevator with the craziest woman I've ever dealt with. There were about 4 other young people in the elevator with us and we all just cracked up as soon as she got out. She told one guy he was "sweating like a porpoise" and asked a girl reading Harry Potter if she ever put it down, seeing as she was reading the elevator. She went on and on about her grandkids and how much they loved it, and she called everyone "baby" and "sugah." Oooo, I want to see her again tomorrow!
3. The trash-talking on the Yelp boards is now in full swing, and I proposed a little stand off tonight at Pangea. I've decided that dance fighting is the only way to go, as it is oh-so entertaining. This is what I've got in mind:
I mean, who's to say that real life can't include dance fighting??
Monday, July 23, 2007
The thing is, I've never had the unfortunate experience of seeing something I own on a walking fashion disaster. Until today.
Those were my favorite summer sunglasses. Dammit.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
2. I just went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and realized something was amiss! I forgot to put on my orgasm this morning! And, let's face it, a day without orgasm is like a day, well, without orgasm.
3. Tomorrow is Friday, and it's a big Friday at that. I've got an interview at a faboo little boutique in Georgetown, a meeting for a big event next week, and then out to dinner! That calls for a lot of outfits and a lot of outfit planning tonight. I'm headed to the gem room at the Smithsonian shortly to hang out with my bff, my lover, my dreamboat, and all my other friends, but after that there is most definitely a fashion show in my future.
4. Yes, you got 3 posts today! Doesn't that just make you want to piddle your pants? A little bit? C'mon!
Ok, in other news:
I know it's a little random, but I love Winona. I really do. I mean, Heathers, Reality Bites, Beetlejuice, Edward Scissorhands, Little Women... such memories of my childhood. She had that little freak-out with the shoplifting thing, but I still think she's fabulous.
No one can pull off a pixie-cut quite like she can and those big brown eyes work perfectly on the big screen. I usually like her style (she's a ridiculous Marc Jacobs fan) although I think she wears too much black, which is why I ADORE this Vogue cover shot. The jewel tones are perfect on her and I just love that she has always embraced her porcelain skin. I recently saw a picture of her with Eva Mendes (they were at Fashion Week together... otherwise, I just wouldn't be able to explain that pairing) and Eva looked disgusting. Ew. As much as I like getting a little color in the summer time, Winona reminds me that pale can be beautiful, too. It's obviously helped her age well: she looks better than she did when she was 25. Welcome back to the celeb world, Noni (get out while you still can!).
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
My coworker husband is also in Ravenclaw...we'll call him Write. We had this exchange about our Hogwarts status:
Me: Apparently we wouldn't have made it in to the books, unless we were really good at Quidditch.
Write: well, we could die awful deaths without compromising any important characters...that's something, right? I bet you ravenclaw's common room is sweet.
I believe this is precisely why we didn't make it into Gryffindor or Slytherin. Damn.
Friday, July 13, 2007
I've got a particularly crazy coworker who is, quite possibly, one of the meanest people I've ever known. Let's call him Crazy Bill (I'm obviously not feeling creative here). He says bad things about just about everyone in the office whenever he's annoyed with them, which is often. He confides in Erin pretty often, so I asked her if he had ever said anything about me. The quote above was from yesterday, when he was trying to show his displeasure in my taste. I found the comment absolutely hysterical. In comparison to the things I know he says about other coworkers, this is very tame and I find it (though unintentional) rather endearing.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Most of the performances were incredible, but further research this morning proved that Bravo didn't show some of the best ones. I mean, Damien Rice and David Gray performing Que Sera Sera TOGETHER?! Very very cool. Bravo also failed to show Bloc Party, Toni Colette and the Finish, Jack Johnson, or UB40. No fun. Luckily I can watch everything on MSN. Sting and the Police were incredible (not surprising) as were the Smashing Pumpkins, Beastie Boys, and Madonna with Gogol Bordeloo doing "La Isla Bonita"... sooo good. Even James Blunt impressed with his rendition of Cat Stevens' "Wild World." Jane Goodall was there, which is pretty incredible. She was even more impressive with her chimpanzee impression.
I thought the Live Earth program did a great job of focusing on the idea that I was taught as the "Tragedy of the Commons," which, in sum, recognizes the importance of the individual as part of the larger group. If we each take a small step, the impact will be massive. While big changes get a lot of press and make an impact on our surroundings, they certainly are much more difficult to orchestrate, take time to get passed through legislation, and put the work in someone else's hands. If we each become responsible for ourselves and our actions, things can change very quickly and very drastically.
I'll get off my soapbox, but I just wanted to highlight this incredibly important event and its possible impacts around the world. I hope it works... we've started on this way too late.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Further research led me to a blasphemous article in The Wall Street Journal. That's right, folks, a supposedly credible newssource is blaming Fred Rogers for the corruption of our children.
The supposed "problem" with Mr. Rogers is that he taught us all that we were special and are loved just the way we are. Instead, he should have been telling us that there is always room for improvement and we need to work hard in order to be loved or viewed as a contributing member of society. I'm all for teaching hard work, but what is so wrong with feeling special?!? As much as I feel that our generation is consumed by ignorant, self-fulfilled twits, I also believe that there is not nearly enough love. For many kids, Mr. Rogers was probably the only person who ever made them feel special, and I thank him for that. The problem with our generation is not Mr. Rogers, it's the parents who believe they can buy their children's love and that sentiment is passed on to the children. The article in the WSJ discusses a professor who is sick of his students pestering him for extra points. Mr. Rogers didn't do that buddy, the parents who bought their kids toys to keep them quiet did.