On my way into the office today, walking East on 60th, I noticed an unusually long line of people lining the sidewalk. I tried to play the whole “I’m too cool” thing, and quickly walked past the line (or followed alongside) until I saw the end, outside the Anya Hindmarch store, located next to the entrance of 655. Still perplexed, all my questions were answered in the elevator; the line was indeed for the store, because the famous “I’m not a plastic bag” bags were being sold today, and only 1,000 bags will be available in New York (between two stores, the other in SoHo, I assume). Apparently, this bag was all the craze in Europe when it first came out, and has been seen on the arms of the rich and famous like Keira Knightley and Reese Witherspoon. The bags follow the trend of eco-friendly green things; they are meant to substitute plastic bags in grocery stores and the like. Of course, there is much controversy over these bags, as they are not made from organic material, and then there’s always the question of how closely should fashion trends and an environmental cause be linked?
Either way, it’s a fashion frenzy downstairs, with the line now snaking around the corner. And I’m not going to lie, after hearing about the popularity of it, and seeing the line and everyone waiting for literally hours for the $15 bag (extremely affordable, especially compared to the rest of her collection), I really want one. It’s part of that ‘if the line is long…’ sort of thing. My co-worker and I snuck downstairs an hour after the store opened to see the status of the line. I seriously contemplated trying to bribe someone to purchase a bag for me (there’s a limit of two per person), but I didn’t want to appear so desperate to fit in. I can only assume the line will proceed to get longer, but I also presume not everyone waiting in line will be able to purchase one. With a limit of two bags, and only 500 available, that’s about 250 people who will be walking away happy, and I’m certain the line was more than 250 long. The irony of it all- I’m not even that into the environment and being eco-friendly. I will most likely continue using plastic bags wherever I go; I just want the bag because well, everyone wants it. Perhaps I’ll just have to buy one on ebay, where they are supposedly going for $600. Or, I can wait until they’re not as cool and buy one from Whole Foods (starting July 18th). I hope the line is still long then.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
part one: day 12
Following is a sneak preview of my future book (the name is still in the works). I appreciate all feedback (constructive only please). Enjoy!
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As usual, I arrived at the office a little before 9. Besides my bright pink overnight tote and match-nothing black carryall, today I also lugged in a brown paper bag filled with a steaming hot cup of coffee and raisin muffin, courtesy of the man selling breakfast on the corner. This morning was my first time risking coffee purchased from a street vendor, but I figured it couldn’t be worse than the available “coffee” in our kitchenette. The muffin, surprisingly, wasn’t bad; it was cooked throughout (more than those Statler muffins I used to love so much), and not dry. And the coffee wasn’t horrible either. It was piping hot, which was a nice treat (despite the 80degree weather outside), and it had enough flavor to taste better than an ash-filled cup of instant black water. Plus, it gave me that little kick of caffeine I urgently needed this morning.
Okay, “urgently needed” is an exaggeration. After dropping my load at my desk, I hung up my jacket, turned on the computer and went to fill my Nalgene. I leisurely filled the bottle, returned to my desk, happily opened the one new e-mail, then proceeded to check my various other e-mail addresses, people.com, cnn.com, perezhilton.com, and well, you get the picture. My boss was in a meeting all morning (so I’ve been told), so I took the time to scan the articles I wrote a few days ago, and then proceeded to research Restaurant Week options. After sending out numerous overly-official sounding e-mails, I continued with my desk-work of arranging our sublet agreement. This past weekend (namely, Saturday), was filled with headaches about this situation, but it’s finally be resolved. I obtained all the requisite information and signatures, sent out the necessary paperwork, made a few phone calls, and hopefully tomorrow our five lovely freshmen/sophomore/fraternity boy subtenants will move-in and enjoy our apartment without destroying its beauty.
The highlight of the work day was the meeting I attended with my boss, some other uppers and a representative from BuzzMetrics. Thanks to my $1 coffee this morning, I was thankfully able to stay awake and attentive during the whole thing. It was actually a very interesting and enlightening presentation/discussion. Unfortunately, I am not allowed to disclose the actual contents and specifics of the meeting, but it wasn’t anything you non-geeks would be interested in anyways. What I can share, however, is what I learned. BuzzMetrics is part of the Nielson family that tracks ‘buzz’ and various other measurements through consumer-generated media (CGM). CGM is becoming extremely prominent in today’s world, and it is now becoming more important than ever to have an ear out there to see what people are saying, and what we can do to guide the direction of conversations in cyber-world. I never knew companies existed out there that did this sort of thing, but it makes sense and was eye-opening to hear about. It also made an hour and half of my day go by a lot faster.
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As usual, I arrived at the office a little before 9. Besides my bright pink overnight tote and match-nothing black carryall, today I also lugged in a brown paper bag filled with a steaming hot cup of coffee and raisin muffin, courtesy of the man selling breakfast on the corner. This morning was my first time risking coffee purchased from a street vendor, but I figured it couldn’t be worse than the available “coffee” in our kitchenette. The muffin, surprisingly, wasn’t bad; it was cooked throughout (more than those Statler muffins I used to love so much), and not dry. And the coffee wasn’t horrible either. It was piping hot, which was a nice treat (despite the 80degree weather outside), and it had enough flavor to taste better than an ash-filled cup of instant black water. Plus, it gave me that little kick of caffeine I urgently needed this morning.
Okay, “urgently needed” is an exaggeration. After dropping my load at my desk, I hung up my jacket, turned on the computer and went to fill my Nalgene. I leisurely filled the bottle, returned to my desk, happily opened the one new e-mail, then proceeded to check my various other e-mail addresses, people.com, cnn.com, perezhilton.com, and well, you get the picture. My boss was in a meeting all morning (so I’ve been told), so I took the time to scan the articles I wrote a few days ago, and then proceeded to research Restaurant Week options. After sending out numerous overly-official sounding e-mails, I continued with my desk-work of arranging our sublet agreement. This past weekend (namely, Saturday), was filled with headaches about this situation, but it’s finally be resolved. I obtained all the requisite information and signatures, sent out the necessary paperwork, made a few phone calls, and hopefully tomorrow our five lovely freshmen/sophomore/fraternity boy subtenants will move-in and enjoy our apartment without destroying its beauty.
The highlight of the work day was the meeting I attended with my boss, some other uppers and a representative from BuzzMetrics. Thanks to my $1 coffee this morning, I was thankfully able to stay awake and attentive during the whole thing. It was actually a very interesting and enlightening presentation/discussion. Unfortunately, I am not allowed to disclose the actual contents and specifics of the meeting, but it wasn’t anything you non-geeks would be interested in anyways. What I can share, however, is what I learned. BuzzMetrics is part of the Nielson family that tracks ‘buzz’ and various other measurements through consumer-generated media (CGM). CGM is becoming extremely prominent in today’s world, and it is now becoming more important than ever to have an ear out there to see what people are saying, and what we can do to guide the direction of conversations in cyber-world. I never knew companies existed out there that did this sort of thing, but it makes sense and was eye-opening to hear about. It also made an hour and half of my day go by a lot faster.
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Sunday, June 10, 2007
new york state of mind
I <3 NY.
I need to admit something. I want to be Carrie Bradshaw. I mean, what woman doesn't? she has a fabulous apartment, three amazing friends, a closet full of outrageous, if not stylish, clothes and shoes. not to mention the constant flow of pursuing men and exciting drama. she spends her days eating and walking with friends, shopping, and occassionally "working" aka. writing in her apartment while barely dressed. her evenings/weekends are filled with fun adventures like attending book signings, club openings, and dining out with a variety of characters. she's never seemed to worry about how she's going to pay the month's rent, or her new pairs of manolos. and despite all the broken hearts and tears, she's still confident, gorgeous, and funny. she has a magnetic personality that makes you want to sit down, have a cosmo, and share all the stupid drama that's going on. yes, i dream of living a fictional life.
sometimes i think it's unhealthy for me to watch shows like sex and the city and read books like everyone worth knowing and the devil wears prada. they give me a glimpse into a life i will never live and a lifestyle i will never have. let's face it, i'm never going to go to the hot new clubs, or get cozy with celebrities. i'll never have my picture on the side of a bus or page six. i'm destined to a normal, everyday, wallflower, doomed for mediocrity. at least it's comforting to know i'm not alone. an overwhelming majority of the world is in the same boat as me. we can't all be famous, can we? maybe one day i'll accept this truth. but until then, i will walk like i own the sidewalk and pretend that people know me. i'll dress like i have somewhere to go and maybe, just maybe, i'll one day be as confident, kind, and pretty as sarah jessica parker.
I need to admit something. I want to be Carrie Bradshaw. I mean, what woman doesn't? she has a fabulous apartment, three amazing friends, a closet full of outrageous, if not stylish, clothes and shoes. not to mention the constant flow of pursuing men and exciting drama. she spends her days eating and walking with friends, shopping, and occassionally "working" aka. writing in her apartment while barely dressed. her evenings/weekends are filled with fun adventures like attending book signings, club openings, and dining out with a variety of characters. she's never seemed to worry about how she's going to pay the month's rent, or her new pairs of manolos. and despite all the broken hearts and tears, she's still confident, gorgeous, and funny. she has a magnetic personality that makes you want to sit down, have a cosmo, and share all the stupid drama that's going on. yes, i dream of living a fictional life.
sometimes i think it's unhealthy for me to watch shows like sex and the city and read books like everyone worth knowing and the devil wears prada. they give me a glimpse into a life i will never live and a lifestyle i will never have. let's face it, i'm never going to go to the hot new clubs, or get cozy with celebrities. i'll never have my picture on the side of a bus or page six. i'm destined to a normal, everyday, wallflower, doomed for mediocrity. at least it's comforting to know i'm not alone. an overwhelming majority of the world is in the same boat as me. we can't all be famous, can we? maybe one day i'll accept this truth. but until then, i will walk like i own the sidewalk and pretend that people know me. i'll dress like i have somewhere to go and maybe, just maybe, i'll one day be as confident, kind, and pretty as sarah jessica parker.
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