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When I say to myself, "Self, go to H&M and get a dress for Lucille's ball (j-school prom)" That is a shopping plan I can succesfully execute.

But when I walk into Macy's with a vague idea of having to Christmas shop for Mom and boyfriend, bad...bad things happen. I basically lose two hours, spend no money except for eating pretzels. Because there is a food court in that Macy's.

NEVER, EVER GO INTO THE MACY'S FLAGSHIP A WEEK BEFORE XMAS DURING A ONE DAY SALE. I have been to Cairo, I have almost been crushed to death at the Dublin St. Patty's Day Parade, but 34th street on a Wednesday Christmas sale is too much.

from [ profile] snarkhunter

MEME o the decade )
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Yes, it is 10:30 on a Saturday and I am doing homework. I guess if you know you're going to have no social life, you might as well commit to it.

I bring you tonight, ye flist-ers, a writer for Esquire who has shown up on our Ethics reading list:

The piece is about the "falling man" photograph, an AP image of a man falling to his death after jumping out of the North Tower on 9/11. As you might imagine, the article leads with that photograph.

I think you should read it anyway.

Why? Because after years of reading this stuff, and yes, attempting it, I can be impressed, but not mystified about how someone writes. I know I'm nowhere NEAR there, but I get, at least on a gut level, what the hell kind of effort and skill that gets put into a lot of professional, long-form stuff.

This? I have no clue how he did it. I can only tell you that I read the last paragraph and gasped, out loud. A sound of sobbing without the tears.


In a completely unrelated and possibly tone-deaf addition to that last part, I finally got to watch last week's Mad Men, literally the only show I'm keeping up with this fall (which is funny, because it's largely new to me, but honestly, if you only got one show for a year, what would it be? Mad Men = So thankful I have a DVR, so I can rewind *that part* and see the look on everyone's faces.

See? Tone-deaf. Also, I'm really really not kidding about the one show this year. It took me from Sunday to Thursday to get to one hour of television - that's how the schedule is.

Things accomplished tonight (so I can look back and feel better mid-week when I go through another round of "I'm a hack! I need to lock myself into this bathroom and cry instead of interviewing people!" Um... yes.)

a list? a list! )
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PLEASE, PLEASE LINK AROUND. My F-list is relatively small, but their reach is large.

This is 11th hour, holy crap what have I gotten myself into territory:

At school I'm working on a project. I've currently spent the entire afternoon cold-calling job centers, community councils and centers. I'm going out tomorrow to basically approach people in libraries and unemployment centers. For those of you who know me, that is somewhat of a big deal, and I wanted to make a note here, in order to spread the net as wide as possible.

Myself and my partner are looking for a person to profile - someone who has been on unemployment for several months, lives in the NYC area, and would be willing to tell their story on tape/have us hang around with them/interview them on camera. Think of it as a mini-documentary on their life and how they approach budgeting and living on unemployment benefits. What would they do if they don't have a job when they are no longer eligible. In theory, the time commitment would be moderate, spread over two and half months, but involve multimedia elements. The final project would be part of a class website package with similar stories.

Unfortunately, we need to talk to people in the NYC area, if only because of time constraints.

If you know my main email, please just send me a message there if you know someone, or have someone who would know someone. If you know don't me/have come to this post via a friend, please leave a comment explaining who/what you're talking about and your email - I'll be sure to get back to everyone, regardless.

A large heaping of thanks.
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Okay. So everytime I look at a calendar, or I'm talking about moving, I start crying. I'm mourning, yes, but I also I need to actually move, which the crying is not helping.

Neither are my parents, who have just decided to cancel the Uhaul and come two weekends in a row to make two trips with the SUV. So frustration everywhere.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to make the most of last few weeks here:

words and pictures, the weekend that was )
fizzawrites: (bsg: lessons)
... (and we are finally getting somewhere, hours late but somewhere)

... I want to rush a vid before I move. In the past it's taken me a couple weeks, on and off to work on a vid that was about 3 minutes long. The song I want is over 4 minutes long. Oh boy. Add in finishing up both works, packing and mourning my DC life, I'm not sure how it's happening.

Still, it's a nugget in the back of my mind.
fizzawrites: (misc: growing down)
1. Wake up
2. Fall back asleep, have EPIC mid-morning dreams.
3. Wake up again. Curse western work schedule
4. Dress, make quick lunch
5. Avoid elderly man passing out on crush-crowd metro
more )
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Hey, as you might have known - Two Red Line Metro Trains collided today; 2 dead

I'm okay, safe and sound. As McKay of Journalism's gchat status says "Hey, I'm alive."

Hoping rest of DC flist is okay.
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The only time I will be able to say "I was in the same location as a rap video" (AWH, CUTE PANDA IN FRONT OF BEN'S IS CUTE):

The more times I watch this, I am continuing struck by how very little Hill, DC, there is. Also, Lady Gaga is wasted in her chorus duties, but I'll take it with the hilarity in the back of the shots. It's a not super great song, but I love the "party" scenes are filled with a.) rap video ladies b.) random hipsters who don't know what to do themselves (Seriously. pause at 2:17 and look at the dude with the striped sweatshirts)
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I was pretty down today - work fuzziness and all, and I have a longer post about the wedding of awesome and joy, but it's time for dinner and grindstone on my other work project - look at what cheered me up.

Fuck, sometimes you just do projects because they're what's good for you and the world. Rock on, Amy.


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