Blogger isn't giving me what I need out of a relationship, so I'm moving on.
Come and knock on my door.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
snap, crackle, POP!
NoisePop 2008 kicked off the festivities Tuesday night with a private Happy Hour at the Rickshaw. K. Roach and I used our persuasive/bullshitting skills to bypass the line and quickly discovered the open bar. Ever the professionals, we didn't let a "little" hooch get in the way of our work responsibilities, shooting stylish folk for the 7X7 blog:
K.Roach snaps while I hold her Maker's Manhattan...
everyone's got their go-to pose.
and apparently I get quite enthused when speaking to people.
Tempo No Tempo
Monday, February 25, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
even my mama thinks that my mind is gone...
My pal Nate, of Vintage415 fame, asked my boss if she would be interested in speaking at Richmond High School about what it's like to work in the magazine industry. Nate's mom is really active in urban school development and Richmond HS has a media academy currently producing their own class publication. MG, the A+E editor, agreed to speak as well, and I was asked to tag along for moral support...and to help carry all the mags we brought. Little did I know Nate would intro me to the class, saying "this is Caitlin, she's a Jack of all Trades" which forced me to try and articulately express what exactly it is I do to a bunch of strangers-and my boss-without using the term "hodgepodge" or "drinking problem."
High school kids are VERY different from when I was roaming the halls, and I only graduated in 2000. Apparently, the new trend is to sport little kiddie backpacks ala Dora the Explorer and SpongeBob, and I was shocked to discover that people really do make out in front of their lockers. I mean, I used to see a peck from time to time, but I honestly don't think I've ever witnessed a full on suckfest.
The best part about bestowing wisdom upon the youth of America is their complete dismissal of most of what you have to say, and their phenomenally blunt questions.
student 1: "why are there no black people in this magazine?"
student 2: "I think I found one..."
student 3: "so how much money did you waste starting your mag?"
student 4: "y'all got to put me in your magazine."
MG: "well if you're at a party, and I see you, I'll know to put you in."
student 4: "what parties you at?"
MG: "you tell me where the party is."
Student 4: "Valentine's Day dance. Friday."
student 5: "so it's just like The Devil wears Prada?"
my boss (chuckling): "just like."
student 5 (looking at me): "for real? you get to go to Paris and everything?"
me: "mm-hmm, first class."
student 5: "you serious?"
me: "no."
student 5 (completely heartbroken): "oh...(looks at my boss) so it's just like 13 Going on 30?"
me: "except she's not a 13 year-old trapped in a 30 year-old's body..."
I didn't really think the three of us speaking would be that big of a deal, but Nate's mom explained to us that hardly anyone takes the time to visit these kids, so we all walked away feeling like we'd done our good deed for the day. When I got to work this morning I found these at my desk with a thank you note from Nate (my boss and MG got one too):
Seeing as the only date I have for tomorrow is a babysitting session with 4 year-old Tristan who insists on watching Cars over and over, and 20 month-old Henry who likes to poke my boobs (which, sadly, has been the most action I've gotten in a while), I've been telling everyone the flower's are from one of my many gentleman callers.
The kicker to all this? Nate's last name is Valentine.
High school kids are VERY different from when I was roaming the halls, and I only graduated in 2000. Apparently, the new trend is to sport little kiddie backpacks ala Dora the Explorer and SpongeBob, and I was shocked to discover that people really do make out in front of their lockers. I mean, I used to see a peck from time to time, but I honestly don't think I've ever witnessed a full on suckfest.
The best part about bestowing wisdom upon the youth of America is their complete dismissal of most of what you have to say, and their phenomenally blunt questions.
student 1: "why are there no black people in this magazine?"
student 2: "I think I found one..."
student 3: "so how much money did you waste starting your mag?"
student 4: "y'all got to put me in your magazine."
MG: "well if you're at a party, and I see you, I'll know to put you in."
student 4: "what parties you at?"
MG: "you tell me where the party is."
Student 4: "Valentine's Day dance. Friday."
student 5: "so it's just like The Devil wears Prada?"
my boss (chuckling): "just like."
student 5 (looking at me): "for real? you get to go to Paris and everything?"
me: "mm-hmm, first class."
student 5: "you serious?"
me: "no."
student 5 (completely heartbroken): "oh...(looks at my boss) so it's just like 13 Going on 30?"
me: "except she's not a 13 year-old trapped in a 30 year-old's body..."
I didn't really think the three of us speaking would be that big of a deal, but Nate's mom explained to us that hardly anyone takes the time to visit these kids, so we all walked away feeling like we'd done our good deed for the day. When I got to work this morning I found these at my desk with a thank you note from Nate (my boss and MG got one too):
Seeing as the only date I have for tomorrow is a babysitting session with 4 year-old Tristan who insists on watching Cars over and over, and 20 month-old Henry who likes to poke my boobs (which, sadly, has been the most action I've gotten in a while), I've been telling everyone the flower's are from one of my many gentleman callers.
The kicker to all this? Nate's last name is Valentine.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Sawing, with my jaw tooth down.
Dedication is on sale today! Pic up the DVD and see how wickedly awesome my name looks in the end credits.
Monday, February 11, 2008
funny for everyone or just me?
knudsen: OH YEAH>..
knudsen: i might have an acting role for you...
knudsen: i forgot to mention it...
me: i don't do sex scenes
knudsen: i might have an acting role for you...
knudsen: i forgot to mention it...
me: i don't do sex scenes
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Moi.
Photo Survey I'm compelled to take because I can't find a better use for my morning.
1) Answer the questions below
2) Take each answer and type it into Photobucket
3) Take a picture from the results and post. ((use the HTML code))
1. The age you will be on your next birthday?
2. A place you’d like to travel?
3. A word you overuse?
4. Your favorite object?
5. Your Favorite food?
6. Your favorite animal?
7. Your favorite color?
8. The town in which you were born?
9.The town in which you currently live?
10. The name of a past pet?
11. A favorite celebrity?
12. Your name/nickname/screen name?
13. A favorite song?
14. Your middle name?
15. Your last name?
16. A bad habit of yours?
17. Your first job?
Fordham Ram Van
18. How you feel about life?
I'm suffering from a general:
but this helps:
19. One word to describe you?
1) Answer the questions below
2) Take each answer and type it into Photobucket
3) Take a picture from the results and post. ((use the HTML code))
1. The age you will be on your next birthday?
2. A place you’d like to travel?
3. A word you overuse?
4. Your favorite object?
5. Your Favorite food?
6. Your favorite animal?
7. Your favorite color?
8. The town in which you were born?
9.The town in which you currently live?
10. The name of a past pet?
11. A favorite celebrity?
12. Your name/nickname/screen name?
13. A favorite song?
14. Your middle name?
15. Your last name?
16. A bad habit of yours?
17. Your first job?
Fordham Ram Van
18. How you feel about life?
I'm suffering from a general:
but this helps:
19. One word to describe you?
Avocado on the Lam!
Whitney and I first met Ryan Scott at the FORD holiday party, then ran into him again at 7X7's Eat + Drink Awards. The (easy on the eyes) Myth Cafe culinary lead-and soon to be Top Chef: Chicago contestant-extended an invitation for a group of us 7X7'ers to stop by the joint for lunch and we gladly said yes, completely clueless on how fab it would be.
Not only were we pulled out of the regular cafe line and seated in a back corner table, but course after course was rushed out to us with such fervor that I felt like a third world orphan at the sight of Sally Struthers and a bag of rice. I couldn't shove the food in my mouth fast enough. I was so elated when it hit my stomach I might as well have been drunk because I was that jovial.
Deviled Eggs w/bacon, Hungarian paprika and chives.
Truffled Housemade Potato Chips w/citrus gremolatta and parmesean reggiano.
Ryan serving us some suppe while Kathryn prays.
Curried Butternut Squash soup with fish sauce.
Quinoa Salad w/hearts of romaine, feta, and creamy moscatel vinaigrette.
Ryan coaching Stef and the rest of the hungry, hungry hippos through a new plate.
Roasted Chicken and Winter Chicory Salad w/Asian pear, pomegranate and goat cheese.
Roasted Brussel Sprouts Salad w/smoked duck breast, parmesean reggiano, pomegranate, and caper red onion vinaigrette.
Petite Mediterranean Tuna Sandwich Plate w/orange, arugula pesto and hummus (top). Sandwich platter including Sid's Roast Beef w/crispy shallots, meyer-lemon horseradish aioli, roma tomato and fontina on toasted baguette, Chili Lemongrass-Roasted Chicken Salad Sandwich w/pepper jack, mango, cilantro, avocado and red onion on acme roll, and Turkey and Avocado w/kumquat an golden raisin chutney, swiss, and mustard on acme roll (bottom).
he even packed us some cookies to take back to the office.The coconut one was the universal mind blower.
food coma accomplished.
Not only were we pulled out of the regular cafe line and seated in a back corner table, but course after course was rushed out to us with such fervor that I felt like a third world orphan at the sight of Sally Struthers and a bag of rice. I couldn't shove the food in my mouth fast enough. I was so elated when it hit my stomach I might as well have been drunk because I was that jovial.
Deviled Eggs w/bacon, Hungarian paprika and chives.
Truffled Housemade Potato Chips w/citrus gremolatta and parmesean reggiano.
Ryan serving us some suppe while Kathryn prays.
Curried Butternut Squash soup with fish sauce.
Quinoa Salad w/hearts of romaine, feta, and creamy moscatel vinaigrette.
Ryan coaching Stef and the rest of the hungry, hungry hippos through a new plate.
Roasted Chicken and Winter Chicory Salad w/Asian pear, pomegranate and goat cheese.
Roasted Brussel Sprouts Salad w/smoked duck breast, parmesean reggiano, pomegranate, and caper red onion vinaigrette.
Petite Mediterranean Tuna Sandwich Plate w/orange, arugula pesto and hummus (top). Sandwich platter including Sid's Roast Beef w/crispy shallots, meyer-lemon horseradish aioli, roma tomato and fontina on toasted baguette, Chili Lemongrass-Roasted Chicken Salad Sandwich w/pepper jack, mango, cilantro, avocado and red onion on acme roll, and Turkey and Avocado w/kumquat an golden raisin chutney, swiss, and mustard on acme roll (bottom).
he even packed us some cookies to take back to the office.The coconut one was the universal mind blower.
food coma accomplished.
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