sibling rivalry

"The fact that the Times printed that fucking story is shocking. What is not shocking is that someone of Pressler's modest talents works for "publications" like Philadelphia magazaine and PW. What will be shocking is if she somehow manages to assemble a more august career for herself." (last comment, no link)

i don't know who's more pissed-off-er: new yorkers or locals.

i don't think jessica pressler's having an awesome week.

but i do hope that you have an awesome weekend.

this is what 27 looks like.

dear 27,

nice to meet you - come on in and make yourself at home. you seem so pleasant; i've seen a few or more folks get really nervous when their late-20's come around, but you seem pretty mellow. real respectable-like.

i see you brought some fun stuff with you:

-el behbeh

-a card with $10 from libby (cash, cuz)

-a letter from gramma explainging what HPV is, with all the "important parts" highighted

-ahem.

nice. i like what you've got going for you. keep it up and maybe we can do something fun while you're here, like have a botox party.

luv from philly,

anne

monday powerlunch

-new york times magazine features northern liberties.

-owen wilson: he's not happy but he's funny.

- did you know charges dropped out of porn and back into college?

-mel from flight of the conchords can haz vlog?

-currently listening: http://www.myspace.com/coconutrecords

third time's a charm

hey jim.





my goodness - gijyun, to what do we owe this pleasure?





oh, i dunno. it's been a while since you interviewd me last, and i was wondering if you maybe wanted to shoot the shit today.



i don't know, dear. that's not really how the show works.





how so?





for starters, i'm supposed to approach YOU. and second, well, frankly, you haven't really given very good material in your past experiences.



CARE TO REPHRASE THAT?






oh yeah - that attitude another thing. the last time you were here you ate all of the hummus in the employee fridge and the production assistant went home with a black eye.



well, no one put their name on the hummus.






even so, you just tend to be cranky when you come here. why is that?




i have my reasons.





well, in any case, it's not a good time for a show. jessica biel is on her way in.





oh GOD. tell me you're fucking joking, jim. jessica biel is coming to talk about her "craft?" gimme a break - i've got more craft in my bra than she has in her entire body.



even if that were true, you're not actually a movie star, and you don't have a boyfriend that's up for an emmy.





SHE'S FROM BOULDER. you know what? alright. listen. let's just take a second to think about this, okay? there's got to be a way to work this out.



shoot. sorry. gotta run - have your people call my people blah blah blah.




BUT I DON'T HAVE YOUR NUMB--.





kisses!

i know for a fact it's true because i read it in a magazine.

i think it's really funny that the acronym for seasonal affective disorder is s.a.d. - it rained here all day yesterday, and it's supposed to rain all day today, and tomorrow, and pretty much all through the week - and when i saw the forecast my response was "i'm not ready for this."

but if there's anyone who can help you get through a s.a.d. onslaught, it's lauren condrad. it's always sunny in laguna, friends.

it's hard to be ashamed of watching the hills (or to not be excited about the new season, wherein audrina is back dating her scuzzy ex and is also no longer orange). if chuck klosterman can unabashedly devour each and every season of real world, i think it's important that someone follow up with over-analyzing the next generation of semi-reality television.

which is a good thing, because there are so many important lessons to be learned from the hills. case(s) in point:

1. if my best friend cries because of what your best friend did to her, we're probably over.

2. pretty much everything can be solved and/or intesified by going out drinking at les duex.

3. you can have a huge jen bunney schnaaz and still make it to the c-list.

4. the best thing to do when your boyfriend is a large, pulsating tool that tramples all over your life and friendships and wears huge gold chains and treats you like a pawn is marry him.

5. when you're 21, and faced with the decision of taking a summer internship to a region that stands as a pinnacle to your chosen industry, or taking the summer off to hang with your boyfriend who probably prefers girls with less initiative, more chesticles, always opt for the latter. not only will you go down in history as the girl who didn't go to paris, but also, you'll have my roommate invent a drink in your namesake:
jezabel245: what's all in a lauren didn't go to paris ™ again?
Kasey Version2K4:
stoli blueberry, sprite, splash of cran and a lime wedge.

really, the lessons are kind of endless. lauren conrad has her own wikipedia entry, which is more than i can say for myself (regardless of how many times i try to edit it and add this blog as a pop culture reference).

rain is no match for l.c. and the new season of the hills (on tonight!). heidi does have fake boobs, though. i read it in a magazine.

that clicking noise

there are few things that make me more uncomfortable than being the new person in the office.

this, more so than being surrounded by people i don't know at a party, because you don't have to see those people every day monday through friday in kitchens and bathrooms and copy rooms and elevators.

it doesn't matter how many times i try to remind myself that being the new person makes you automatically that girl who says the most unintentionally inappropriate things at all the wrong times, and who can't remember to watch herself coming around the corner of the kitchen so you can quit tallying up the people that you and your hot coffee have slammed into, or that your good-natured attempts to learn names and faces and roles have no doubt given you a reputation for being overbearing and unnecessarily aggressive.

there's no explanation for it - kinda like why denver is like, THE ONLY PLACE IN THE WORLD where tuaca is a popular liqueur - its just a detail you have to accept and keep moving forward.

which makes it all the more sweeter when your lightbulb goes on and you finally GET it, and you can safely ease yourself from being the unnecessarily aggressive girl into being the one who's always trying to organize a happy hour.

happy friday (from ben and i).

i <3 the internerd.

To: gijyun
From: Jim
Subject: Cookies...

Through the magic of google alerts, your blog mention of Midwest popped up.
Just a bit of backstory: We've been baking chocolate-chip cookies onboard
since 1986 (I think the doubletree started in the mid-90's) so no new trend
there. We sort of hit on it by accident, without any research, and it has
since become one of the signatures of Midwest Airlines. Now when we ask
them, our customers say that the cookie represents our larger reputation
for care in all forms, and describe it using words like "home," "comfort,"
and "Mom."

Happy blogging (and traveling).

Jim


P.S. - It was the readers of Travel & Leisure Magazine that named us best
domestic airline in their World's Best awards--the eighth time in the 12
years they've had the awards.

Jim XXX
Director of Advertising & Brand
Midwest Airlines




To: Jim
From: gijyun
Re: Cookies...

Jim -

Thank you for your email. I will promptly update Midwest's marketing department under the "Internet Savvy" category in my brain.

I appreciate your clarification on the implementation of the cookie policy between Midwest and Doubletree. For the record, I have not received any communication from Doubletree, meaning they will not be listed in the above-mentioned category.

While I certainly do associate cookies with "home," "comfort," and "mom," I also associate alcohol with "family," "vitamins," and "a real crowd-pleaser." Please kindly take my idea to your next staff meeting, and also know that I'll trademark that real quick so you have to owe me royalties for every free cocktail you hand out on board.

Also, please note that I am happy to use any free flight vouchers you'd like to give me.

Congratulations on your commitment to engaging your clients, and keep up the good work.

Anne

the most random state in the union game

a fun game, originally started with a conversation between kasey and i regarding whether or not kentucky was awesome.

her argument blossomed into bullet points about kentucky's redeeming qualities; namely, the kentucky derby, kentucky fried chicken, and of course, bourbon.

from there, it snowballed into a game that can be played by nerds any place, any time; the fun part is that it's totally subjective, and you get to 86 someone's arguments about whether they've found the most random state in the union with your own personal associations.

the objective is to make an argument about a state's randomness on account of lack of presence or visibility, or identity in general.

states that were on the slate, and why they were disqualified:

1. south dakota - sorry. my dad's family is from rapid city.

2. new hampshire - there's too many hippies there. and didn't phish come from there? and like, ben and jerry's? that's too many questionable identifiable qualities.

3. idaho - nope. the el went to school there, sasha was in her traveling performing troupe there, and i have a friend from there. and i like french fries.

4. alaska - disqualified on account of being too obvious. in other words, alaska can't count as void of identity because it's lack of identity IS its identity.

5. michigan - getting closer.


you get the idea. of course, the one state that we could wholly agree on being the most random was delaware.

feel free to add your own nominations.

someone to watch over me



after several weeks of traveling twice from georgia to philadelphia and through the corporate maze of cubicles, a painting i bought from etsy finally showed up and is now comfortably resting on the wall in my new office.

happy friday from ben and me.

serendipity and a red piano


rachel yamagata's last night of residency at johnny brenda's


how old does wearing a dress over pants make you look anymore? kasey and i both took a stab at her age, and were both wrong.

rachel yamagata looks a lot like a girl i lived with in the dorms when i was in college park for a year and a half - i'd tried to keep in touch with her after suddenly deciding to move back to denver, but as things (and teenaged girls) go, the correspondence rapidly deteriorated.

as if your first year of college a million miles away from home isn't weird enough, i was also a terrible student at a huge university and way more concerned about recreational habits than going to class. after going home and to a university that was much better suited for my learning style, and learning that, hey, i could actually learn something, it was scary to decide to return to the east coast (namely, to the hometown of my college roommate) where my kind of distractions still run rampant.

i wasn't surprised that after spending a week or two trying to look up my roommate from college that i'd come up short - it seems there's a renaissance of girls taking their husband's name after getting married, so i figured i was out of luck. i was surprised, though, when i was walking home from work a few weeks ago and ran smack into her walking out of my apartment building.

i don't know what that means - out of five million people in a city out of endless cities in the entire country, and we live in the same apartment building. she moved to new york the weekend after i saw her and said she'd call to get together before she took off. i didn't hear anything from her (understandable), but really, it was kind of a fun experience - the kind that makes you feel young enough to wear a dress over pants again, or old enough to make you glad that your youth is slowly slipping behind you.

maybe it's time to start taking piano lessons again.