magician at my birthday party

The debate is back on. A recent update on the New York Times website says McCain is making his appearance after all. As much as McCain is making me detest him, I would have been disappointed if it was "The Obama Show" tonight. I like when stuffy politicians let their tempers flair. Maybe some one will point and yell. Sara introduced a great idea to make the actually watching of the debate a game. Use your imagination.


I thought this was beautiful too: The Prison Art Gallery. This gallery in Washington, D.C. showcases work by incarcerated prisoners, using everything from coffee beans and floor wax.


My agenda book given to me so generously by Hofstra is a pathetic nightmare of scribbles, lame attempts at notes, scrawled out lists, assignments written in cramped chicken scratch, and the schedule I need to make myself daily. I think I am a big girl now....and I should get a BlackBerry. Or the new Google Phone "G1"? Thoughts?

I am broken hearted that Junior Senior broke up. I remember vividly watching the video for "Move Your Feet" on MTV years ago. Today I still youtube it and dance around in my room in kneesocks, trying not to slip.

One more time, for old times sake.

i'm gonna make it through this year if kills me

I stayed up until 3am typing up a backgrounder with Q's and A's for HMWC. I woke up around 6:30, got dressed, grabbed coffee, rubbed the crust out of my eyes and walk to the station. It's pouring today, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. I have stellar rain attire.

I definitely went above and beyond. It was only a five minute interview, which is still generous since they plan out their show well in advance and this was last minute. I was flustered since in my head I was thinking why am I really here? What is the point to all this? Does anyone even LISTEN to WRHU at 8 am on a Friday looking for PR work? I guess it is all for the experience, and I think I could be great at media relations and acting as a spokesperson due to my unfailing wit and eccentric attire. I didn't get photos or a recording, but I'll probably write about on the PRestige blog and try to sound a little cheerier.

I need to run to class but quickly...

new blogs i have become attached to: Hipster Runoff and Techcrunch

On Gawker there is a bit about how Al Gore's network wants to let viewers have the opportunity to Twitter Obama during the debate. Seriously? Am I worthy? Does Obama deserve better than this?

what is it?

as i was up late frantically typing up a Q & A prep sheet for this morning (gahhh), i came upon this little beauty. no purpose, just for laughs.

off the record

yesterday : the negatives
i canceled yesterday morning's lab with my physics professor (i'm taking the course as honors credit) because scheduled was the PRestige Agency meeting -- which got canceled.

Also, yesterday, Hofstra University's Center of Civic Engagement held Day of Dialogue IV : Facing the Future Together , with 19 different events and discussions about "the most pressing issues facing the nation, and the world". Many great talks, very moving, interesting and such. I don't want to go on and on about it, mostly because I wasn't able to go to any. I had to figure out PRestige stuff with Lindsey.

The first PRSSA meeting was held during Common Hour yesterday as well and therefore was another reason for me to freak out wondering whether I could possible do more to further my pr future.

i made a list of my top priorities for this fall, and there are fourteen.

a positive

An idea came around that PRestige wanted to speak on WRHU about the agency and how we needed more clients. After finally chasing down the operations manager, John Mullen, he agreed that I could show up for the Morning Show on Friday to be interviewed. I sent out an e-mail to the staff and got a return from Professor Geyer saying I did a good job and to make sure we record it to place in my portfolio.

The plan for tonight is to make a prep sheet for myself and send questions to Chris Ortiz (running morning show).

Tomorrow morning, 8 am, you can hear me be interviewed on WRHU 88.7FM or stream it from wrhu.org. How exciting.

i gave myself a pat on the back.

--- And what the flip is going on with John McCain? Suspending your campaign? Seriously? Seriously! ...Seriously? I will admit I am not the most political savvy lady out there, so I do need some one to explain to me what that means. If a potential future President can take a time out on his election campaign, why can't everyone? ( didn't he also play hookie with Dave Letterman?) Gawker was very helpful to inform me today about what will happen if McCain does not show. Obama is keeping promises and plans to be there. If McCain doesn't show, John Lehrer will just interview Obama or have a townhall and such.

Thanks Gawker. For more giggles, read the "5 Reasons This Depression Really IS Going to be Fun!" Edit: I'm an idiot and just remembered how to include links. what a burn out I am.

Office premiere tonight. wicked.

"french is the language that turns dirt into romance" stephen king

last thursday - first airwave show for the fall at WRHU. was very very VERY rusty. played obnoxious electronica mostly. greg sat in for my last hour and we took cute mic breaks together. he played black sabbath for me during Aggressive Edge, the slot he dj's for right after mine.

---- earlier that day Amy Goodman spoke as part of the Educate '08 series. mind blowingly insightful about the role of media in today's society

last friday - finished watching "Hero" in Chinese Literature. consumed 1/2 triple lindy burrito from Moe's afterward, then played hostess that night

last saturday - Hofstra's homecoming. pamela and i got breakfast at 10 am, then wondered why we got up that early for a 1 pm game. we bitched and moaned until after half time and left. consumed other 1/2 of Moe's burrito. wandered about that night looking for a place to socialize. got to drive a bmw home.

past sunday - work, burrito from Chipotle. was not productive. asleep by 9:30pm. madmen was a repeat

yesterday (monday) - became deathly ill overnight. tylenol allergy medication + kleenex + 1.5 cartons of minute maid orange juice. watched gossip girl, finally got interested after 1.5 seasons

today - feeling better. proceeded with classes. it's 11:27 pm and i still haven't read the paper.
dammit

i wish i had something exciting to share, but currently my attention is focused entirely on french notecards.

i had an urge to listen to Rilo Kiley's "Always" from Take-Offs and Landings and could NOT find it on youtube, nor with any google search. i've procrastinated enough from studying for french so i must abandon my search. if some one is feeling generous....

i should have office hours. professors and RA's alike are required to have them; I should be required to get them. Just my reading routine repeated periodically throughout the day (order of importance and most likelihood to actually be read) includes:
e-mail
facebook
ny times (online, sometimes physical paper)
pitchfork
google reader (includes twitter search of jack cafferty and rick sanchez, jack cafferty's blog, gawker, and random art blog)
this blog
links on this blog
twitter
search for new and interesting sites
look up areas of interest

i feel i forget the big picture. or sometimes show signs that i am not entirely sure what place i am at nor what age i am. in one day, i will talk about meetings, clients, research, and reading up on the news, and do all that while eating 5 chocolate chip poptarts and dreaming about my sailor moon halloween costume

everything comes with time

Today was another Wednesday where I was too tired to shower. I overcompensated by thinking "what would a french anime character wear?" I even wore leggings, which despite the fact it is a popular article worn by many LI girls, when worn correctly I think they might overshadow the existence of the obvious bags under my blue peepers.

This morning I had to attend a PR Majors meeting during CH. Supposedly it was mandatory, which is why about 75 of the 200 odd majors showed up. Simply put, more Cosco oatmeal raisin cookies and Strawberry Flavored H2O for me. The majority of the meeting was about how the requirements for the major changed AGAIN and how the Holy Trinity of PR (Prof. Geyer, Berman, and Frisina) deserve pats on the back for having our courses renamed to "PR" instead of "JRNL". It matters, indeed. As PR majors, we should also be proud to say we are from Hofstra. I already feel proud that despite my ridiculous accent (NY/DE/Midwest/Proper English Pronunciation), "Hofstra University" rolls so easily off my tongue.

Some PR students also talked about thier summer internships, including my friend Dani from PRSSA who introduced the concept of social networking to the travel agency she was interning at and my friend Sara Knee, who I regard in my heart as a Hofstra PR super rebel. She is starting this Friday at Edelman Digital, a sect of Edelman Group (one of the top three PR agencies in the world and one of my first loves). Sara owned the meeting. While the PR courses at Hofstra were not "doing it for her", she went out on her own to intern at a digital media agency. What I lack in tech-savyness she more than makes up for with her adorable yet badass demeanor. Sara and I enjoy ranting about how in a way we are PR outcasts who both agree that Perez is NOT our homeboy. With her standing up front, talking about her success, gave a glimmer in hope that for PR rebels like her and myself, we will be okay.

I also talked to Frisina afterward (she is writing my letter of rec for my study abroad in Venice next January) about how Sara and I rant together since we both relate to feeling like PR outcasts. Frisina gave a knowing look and a whispered it was because we are two of "the smart ones". Frisina, thank you for making my schedule with me during Freshmen Orientation '06 - I would probably still be a Journalism major and plague the Chronicle Office. Disclaimer - there is no offense whatsoever in that statement; I have written pieces for the Hofstra Chronicle that are currently in my portfolio. I really am not worthy.

Other news - Catholicism made the front page of NY Times.
Yet again, another instance of reassurance. Evidently, there are such things as progressive Catholics.
My favorite part of the article: “I think that one of the teachings of God is to take care of the less fortunate,” said Susan Tighe, an insurance lawyer who identified herself as “a folk Catholic, from the guitar-strumming social-justice side” of the church.
It's true. Of anything I took away from expensive private Catholic education (the reason I sometimes had to bring peanut butter fold overs to school for lunch), is that it is more important to be an ethical and moral person who is open and caring to others than following ancient religious doctrines (often misinterpreted by those "Crazy catholics").

Also - I have been reading this book for the past month. At the point I'm at, the protagonist Leigh-Cheri has made her attic bedroom into a prison cell since her boo, Bernard, is in real prison for blowing stuff up with home made bombs. For shame. Not only is it smartly written, quotes such as these make me want to cuddle with it every night. This is Leigh-Cherie in "prison":
"'When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on...until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter. Hey, that's pretty good. If I had pencil and paper, I'd write that down.' Alas, she had no pencil, while the roll of paper that sat by the chamber pot was destined for a different end.

the cross is a present from Nicaragua from my sister Tree and is a shoutout to Catholicism. The cymbal banging monkey is for kicks.

comment appeliz vous?

friday i woke up too tired to care about hygiene. it was a band t-shirt day minus washed hair plus crankiness. still, the entire ensemble encouraged more people to say hi to me. my grandmother like sunglasses probably attract too much attention. the exciting portions of my french class consisted of seeing the line "qu'est ceque ces" on the board (from the chorus of psycho killer by the talking heads) and experiencing first hand the fun of french pronunciation and the toll it takes on your facial muscles.

saturday morning started better - contrary to the fact i had another late night i found the ability to get all spiffified for the first Debate '08 training session at ten. while doing the exact opposite of what i was supposed to be doing (listening) i was flipping through the wonderful "this is hofstra" publication orginally intended to inform all about our glorious university (it's 12 pages long). the most savory piece of information was the distinguished alumni list which included Lou Berger, head writer of Sesame Street from the class of '72 and Francis Ford Coppola, who is just the Oscar winning director of one of my favorite movies THE GODFATHER (gahhh!) from '60. My Hofstra pride increased steadily.

Due to certain social circumstances, I went to White Castle for the first time ever today. I wish I had the excuse that I had some odd check list of random fast food joints to visit. Sadly, I don't. I just wanted to fulfill the wish the fellow from California I met last night.

Sara, always the informer, sent me this beauty:
Evidently indie kids have low self esteem despite the presence of their pretentiousness.
i knew it all along.

sunday times today was not interesting.
i ate amazing sushi in long beach.
and i wish i didn't miss mad men last week
i also bought stegosaurus bookends -- all voids in my life are filled.

like a caged animal i is

during the lazy days of summer, where the sun through your windows is your alarm clock, it's hard to not wish for the eventful structured days of the new york and the academic year. how silly i was to be sitting in a t shirt and shorts eating cereal in front of my kitchen tv and long for the days on campus when i felt like somebody. how silly indeed.

as of now the only thing i have learned since coming back to Hofstra is that is is impossible to read about media relations and public relations research while listening to girl talk's feed the animals.

the kick off class for media relations consisted of professor bloom sparking a heated discussion about the train wreck spears. it's subjects such as spears and tabloids that are of popular discussion amongst pr majors at hofstra that make me question whether i'm in the right major. my friends, who range from film and art majors to poli sci and anthro, question why i'm in pr. despite the obvious dreams of working in the pretentious but amazing world of art, my only answer is that pr is something i feel i could be sickenly good at, as overly confident as that sounds. it's too late in the game to change majors now. the only hope is to score the internships i dream about in my sleep (because i am that dedicated). also the prospect of grad school is becoming a major consideration of mine. we shall see.

other areas of interest this week include the Rage Against the Machine incident at the RNC. They were scheduled to play, but because of thier tendency to have violent audiences (like every one of my favorite live performances in the past few years) they were prevented from doing so. what transpired was an impromptu acapella performance involving hand clapping and a bullhorn.

also, my friend sara showed me the blog she and her friends created: Buy Or Don't Buy

it's perfect for when the cynical mood strikes....when doesn't a cynical mood strike anyway?

plans for next week - first PRestige agency meeting and first FORM meeting. also training at LICM