So this is a new one: Thursday evening I will be interviewed while getting my hair cut live in front of an audience. It's Monique Madrid's show "B*tch, I'll Cut You" and I am the b in question this week. As I get snipped and interviewed, hilarious commentary will be provided by Kelsie Huff, Justin Kaufmann and Corey Rittmaster, plus enjoy a performance from She's Crafty, an all-female Beastie Boys tribute band. You can find out more here.
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1. Around the age of 33 is when an adult woman apparently finds the need to start referring to female friends as "girlfriends" as opposed to just "friends."2. Everybody uses a different voice when addressing a baby. Everybody. If you think you don't, you just haven't spoken to a baby lately.
3. I probably don't need to remove the stickers from my avocado before slicing it.
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Last week I was dancing to my friend Nora’s mix at Dance Dance Party Party and had to marvel that I’ve been listening to her music for over 20 years. I’ve known Nora since second grade, and once we were old enough to appreciate and make mix tapes, her tapes were especially influential because she had something I didn’t: older siblings. I’ll never regret the fun I had dancing to Milli Vanilli or singing to En Vogue, all the B-96-style pop that was cool as we came of age, but thanks to Nora plumbing her siblings’ tapes and CDs, I also learned about groups like R.E.M. and the B-52’s and enhanced my musical horizons.
After DDPP I went home to my tape stash, which I keep in a Marshall Field’s box in my basement. Sadly I don’t have all the tapes Nora gave me anymore (or if I do, I haven’t found them yet) but I was able to dig up one, although the liner notes were long gone.
What are your main reasons for leaving? To quote my favorite movie, I’m gettin’ too old for this beep! Ha ha! In a few days I get to say the real word.
How do some of these get chosen? These sponsored ads in my newsfeed are accompanied by images that don't make much contextual sense
I had barely seen any of the movies nominated for Oscars last night: Flight, and a handful of the kids’/Snow White type movies (it was a weird year.) However, I watched the Academy Awards because I was looking forward to hanging out with Twitter as I did so. Tweeting the Academy Awards feels like you’re at an Oscar party, only one where you don’t have to put on shoes, where you can fart freely, where you don’t have to drive home afterwards and where Steve Martin is in attendance.There's also a self-promotional element to live-Tweeting. I taught a class on blogging a few weeks ago and during our segment on social networking, I advised students to try their hand live-blogging big events like the Oscars, because, from a self-promotional point of view, Tweeting an event along with millions of other users could be a good way to pick up some followers.
I am writing this post from the distant past. Will there be snow tonight? Did the storm miss us? It's really irrelevant because you are coming out tonight to the return of Chicago's favorite literary humor reading series!
All right, baby. You’ve been with the company for six months, now, and, as is customary, we’d like to review your performance since you’ve joined us and look over your goals for the future:
Sleeping: Good; room for improvement. You’ve come a long way, baby, since those first few weeks when we were all living on the edge there. Now you get up once a night to eat and once a night to be rescued after you’ve backed yourself into a corner of the crib.
Goals for 2013: According to the pediatrician, by eight months we can just close the door on your room and say goodnight for ten to twelve hours. This may be a difficult goal to achieve but we know you can do it. It is in the company’s best interests that you meet this milestone.
Crying: Satisfactory. You have gotten a lot better about not crying as much as you’ve grown older, partially because we have figured out that it’s better to put you down at 7 PM instead of watching you fuss and bitch and moan for another hour or two.
