Friday, June 30, 2006
Sunday, June 25, 2006
If you do choose to read any, read the one I wrote last, about Facebook. Often I go back and read things I wrote and cringe, but with few exceptions I didn't have that problem with this article. I think I had a good point/clever conclusion and I didn't ramble too much. Which is unusual. Go me.
Hopefully I'll feel the same way about my craptastic magazine assignments which I'm turning in tomorrow morning. If anyone has a brilliant idea about what to call a magazine about living on your own past graduation... let me know.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Really, thanks to everyone who reads. You are awesome, without you there is no reason for a blog. I am so giving my Oscars speech here and the music is starting to play me off....
Anyway, yesterday was much better than the day before. I will post more info soon. In the meantime I am off to hear Sessalee Hensley speak. She is the buyer for Barnes & Noble and apparently if she likes something (or doesn't) it's pretty much the biggest deal ever. We'll see.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Incidentally, have I mentioned how intimidating this course is? It's freaking terrifying. I tried to talk to this woman today after her talk. I loved her - she had this deep voice, a very casual way of speaking, and she seemed to be very devil-may-care and TOTALLY committed to her job (um, which is, btw, Editor-in-Chief of Publishers Weekly), which she clearly loves and is good at because of her enthusiasm. She just seemed so amazing because she had happened into the perfect job for her. Literally, perfect. And she was just so naturally charismatic and funny and interesting that me and half of the other girls I am sort of becoming friends with here were obsessed with her. We kept whispering, "I want to be her!" and we all kind of do, not because we would particularly want or be good at her job, but because it seems so wonderful to be so passionate about what you do. And the other people we've met have been passionate, but this woman also seemed approachable. Sort of. This girl Niki and I went up to her afterwards and I thought we were just both going to be like "I really enjoyed your talk," but Niki, who is this very bubbly girl from South Carolina, told her "You are awesome. We all want to be you," which led to a little banter and then Sara Nelson (the woman in question here) asked her if she was interested in books or magazines. Niki, like many people here, knows for sure what she wants and she said books, and then after another 10 seconds of conversation she split off. I was then left standing there with nothing to say, but I wanted to say something and so I ended up just saying "I just wanted to say I really enjoyed it," and she sort of tried to shake my hand or see my nametag and was like "You're Emily," and I said "Yes, nice to meet you, I really enjoyed it" again and shuffled to the side to let more smart-tongued young women talk to my new hero in life. I suck at networking, I hate it, I feel way too pressured to say something smart, and all I really want is to talk about how much I love books. I just freaked out and I feel like I'm already kind of blowing this course, because I feel like this is a 6 week job interview - and it is really strange how we are all so hyper-aware that people are watching us, and I am terrible at approaching speakers so I feel like a total disaster on Day 1. So I'm a little scared to face the E-I-C of a publishing imprint and tell him I didn't like the book he is publishing in three months. Ack.
That said, without a tour guide, NY is sort of harder to explore than I thought. I'm on the Upper West Side, which I kind of like, even though it's not super hip, and I haven't ventured off Broadway yet. Part of that is that I have no time. Our schedule today was as follows:
Buying a notepad to take notes in/checking email 1-2
Buying an iced tea and a bunch of coat hangers 4-4:30
Checking email 4:30-5:15
Checking email 5:15-7:15
So it doesn't leave a lot for daytime exploration. This Friday we get a "free afternoon" - which means no 7:30 class. I'm going to do some major research (right after I finish writing this) about where to go. I want to go back to the Met, and the MoMA, and I want to go to the Whitney. And a lot of places. But our breaks are so short that we can't really go anywhere besides, say, down the street, and most of what is around here is restaurants, which, cute as they are, are expensive and I've got my meals Mon-Fri paid for, baby. So it's frustrating to be here in the middle of this awesome city with so much to do, and yet... no. I have to sit in lecture.
Really, though, I want to figure out WHERE I AM. I have stared at maps of New York for forever, but I have realized that flying and subways totally disorient you. Basically, I think north is south and east is west, and in NY you kind of need to figure out which is which. The park I've seen a street down is NOT Morningside Park, but actually Riverside Park. It's completely flipflopped and I'm on the completely wrong side of the campus from where I thought I was. I need to turn the map around or something. I hate the disorientation that comes with not driving places - you need like a week to let your inner equilibrium sort out compass directions before you can function.
At any rate, I don't want to indicate that sitting in lecture is bad. I have been so bombarded with interesting information today, it seems like I've been in this course for much longer than a day.
More soon. Now - to figure out what museum days are free!!
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Since getting here Sunday, I've seen a bunch of places and I'm only beginning to appreciate the city and the scale of it. Sunday night we got dinner at 10:15pm, glory be, and then bummed around in her apartamento watching such TV classics as The Hills (I cannot condense my looks of scorn into words) and the tail-end of The Sisterhood of Traveling Pants. Monday we took the subway up to Times Square (which is what the future will look like - too many rolling media screens, way larger than it looks on TV and honestly kind of terrifying) and then walked all over. We walked past the Conde Nast building (yay publishing), the Trump tower (ugliest building ever), Rockefeller Center, Saks, Bergdorf, etc. We went shopping but I was good and didn't buy that much. I promise. We had lunch at the Whole Foods in Columbus Circle, bought SoyCrunch (some strange thing made of... soy), and then betook ourselves home to Brooklyn. Later on, we turned down the opportunity to go to Hoboken, NJ, to see a band and instead we went to Williamsburg, which is, for the record, the hipster haven (the writer, in fact, of the Hipster Handbook lived there). We went to an awesome bar called Barcade, which has old 70s video games and really good beer. Like, really good. I drank a lot of it.
Today, instead of traipsing around time, we traipsed out to Coney Island and sat in the sun on a semi-dirty beach for a while. I suspect that despite my 45 SPF sunscreen, the number of freckles on my body increased by about 35%. Bad. Very bad. Rachel got a job today, working at the once-defunct, now-restarting Radar magazine. Maybe that means I can get the rest of my subscription I paid for a while ago and only got 2 issues for. Anyway, to celebrate we went to Dumont, a tasty restaurant like two doors down from Barcade (mmm), and got excellent burgers & fries (like, classy burgers & fries). Now we're watching Last Comic Standing, which so far has had like 3 good moments.
So far it's all good. It's fun to be in the city and I pretty much want to shop everywhere, eat everywhere, and see everything. It's hard to make myself sit still, even though I'm exhausted. I think it will be nice when I settle down at Columbia and unpack my suitcase.
Anyway apparently the Mentos company looked up all the videos on the internet of this and decided that it's worth about $10 million in advertising for the company. This is why the Internet is awesome. I love grassroots power and knowledge (Wikipedia, YouTube, so on and so on).
Thursday, June 08, 2006
It's not as if I'm going to Suede and getting a banquette with three bottles of Crissy. I hang out on Smith Street and drink Red Stripes.
To quote Rob in High Fidelity, I'm not a class warrior. But it does bug me just a little bit when super-rich people talk about how they are so average and they drink beer with the normal kids. Why? Because being poor isn't just about what your lifestyle is like. Being poor is about feeling comfortable spending money EVER - it's about not knowing if you should spend money on one thing because you might later need something else, whether that's food or a pair of earrings at Target or a plane ticket. Comfort level with money is something that the truly wealthy can't understand. Blah.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
It helps the shopper create the illusion of household continuity by allowing her to reimagine a place where Grandma might leave out her pre-fluoride tooth powder, to simulate a life in which Mom and Dad still live together in a house with European teacups and flocked bedspreads. In a world of Anthropologie furnishings and clothing, the consumers can reclaim lost childhoods, lost marriages, lost virginities. The store's philosophy takes the colloquial and sad world of regrets and realities and wraps it up in a swath of vintage calico, tied with a satin bow.
But the bicycle of the Anthropologie customer's summertime memories has disappeared; it is now in pieces, on untouchable display behind the sealed walls of an enormous glass box.Uh. What?
(Admittedly if I get another e-flyer from Anthropologie with a hazy summerish background - grass, pebbles, some vague tree in the sky - with summer references like "Dappled sunlight" and "croquet" and "stargaze" I might kill myself. It's like a better-made bad Apprentice assignment. And I get these like 3 days a week. )