January 2008
9 posts
“Of course I remember you!”
– Karl the Krush
Update on my Swedish Crush
Point of Impact. “Of course I remember you,” he writes. Karl wrote back to me after I added him as a contact on LinkedIn. He remembers sitting at a cafe and having “serious discussions about the future” a few days before I moved back to NY. Can’t say I remember quite the same scenario, but I do remember spending his last night in Espana with him before he went back...
My 13 year old Crush
No, he’s not 13. But i had a crush on him 13 years ago. And i finally, thanks to the amazing, scary, and incredible Interwob, found Karl, my swedish bartend crush from my days in salamanca….he was on a socialite site, featured with some hipster-looking chick and among beautiful peeps. Funny, he reminds me of my crushes today…i guess i somehow went full circle.
NJG in Babeland
Ok, I guess i got bored of shopping for overpriced boots that don’t fit my bunions and moved on to another fruitless exploration. Beau in Tow. I mean toe. no, tow. :)
Some Quick NOTES about this don’t-tell-my-mama-eventhough-iknow-this-is-on-the-interweb excursion of a sas tores downtown and clearly a growing trend penetrating the city (sorry. it was there):
- Low key and very cool...
Don't Step on my New green Shoes
I have spent the past few days obssessing about shoes.
And boots.
And shoe boots.
And I wound up with uncomfortable recycled lime green shoes from this cool-seeming place in “nolita”
Wedding Shows: For or against the industry? Facebook Status Entry: The big news!
My First Facebook Fight
- We started dating in…debatably August. But one of us, I won’t say who, was unwilling to change her “Status.” She wanted her freedom, didn’t want to be bolted down by toggle boxes, and, honestly, enjoyed the random e-come-ons from random friend-or-friends. Obviously, this didn’t bode well for a certain someone who was new to facebook and slightly paranoid...
"Look at My Pictures"
My friend’s babies have a blog. I wonder if this will last into their adulthood… I guess if my rambles and rants can see the light of interwob-land, there’s no reason their spits and poops and crawls shouldn’t be highlighted… certainly easier than joining round the livingroom in the dark with the hum of the projector, smell of the machines and dust particles...
The Single Life
- Does living “the single life” differ that greatly from living “my” life? Or are they one and the same? If i’ve married myself to nothing other than myself over the years…and i’ve been single-if in relationships here and there - is it not asking me to give up some of myself to enter a “relationship” life? Or will I always be living a...