tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56763762011-07-30T14:56:05.957-04:00Just my daily musings because no one human will listen to me.Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.comBlogger3091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-41256852438877876812010-02-14T23:42:00.001-05:002010-02-14T23:42:51.293-05:00

honestly, we should have more to talk about in our lives other than men.  unfortunately our jobs and social lives aren't that interesting - you don't understand my SAS programming that i do at work and you quite frankly could care less about my knitting circle on saturdays, so men serves as common ground for us. for the most part i have been relatively unconcerned about my singularity for a while

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Two flights and 24 hours later, I am sitting pretty in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. I've perched myself at Society Cafe where the people are nice and the coffee comes with biscotti. Sadly, Melbourne is totally my kind of town, a sort of hybrid of San Francisco and Chicago, so I will be sad to leave here and I had might as well dedicate a good chunk of my Visa card to coming back here to visit

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Well, I'm down to 3 days before I begin my fantastic voyage. I'm not even psyched about it yet, and feel I probably won't be until the moment I step on the plane at ORD. These last weeks have been crazy, busy, and eventful, not all in the best of ways, but I will say a burden has been lifted and now I'm ready for fun. I'll have to catch the blog up again very soon, just know I've been running,

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Cake my coworkers bought meCake!birthday cake for my 30th

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My coworkers got me flowers (and Hello Kitty confetti) for my bday

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Style is a word that gets thrown around a lot, and I think that most people fail to understand it. Style is less about the clothes you wear or the bags you carry. Style is hardly about Gucci, Prada, and Vuitton.What style is, is a way of life. An attitude and a persona. Thus began the American love affair with Audrey Hepburn.I'll give it to Audrey - she, Jackie Onassis, and now Michelle Obama

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my lazy little brat

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Woollaston Pinot Gris from New Zealand

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Today my girlfriend told me her man took her shopping at Victoria's Secret to diffuse a situation (and well, to ensure that he was getting some boom boom pow later on...) Now this was all his idea, as it stemmed from a conversation they had in church earlier.Girl: That's a nice scent I smell (on a fellow churchgoer)Boy: That's Love Spell from Victoria's Secret, I like that.Girl: Oh, ok.

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I've just had far too much going on lately. From makeup parties to shoe parties to beauty parties to wedding parties, I'm exhausted and would love nothing more than to be holed up in my house watching Agatha Christie movies and baking. But alas, such is my life.I've been trying to post more pictures of the things that I'm doing and seeing and making my blog a wee bit more interesting. I've taken

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goodies at the panaderia

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The Writing's on the wall at the Adidas Party

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At the Adidas Artists' Party

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Having a little bubbly with the girlsHolly popping champagneHolly popping champagneHeather poppin champagne Heather poppin' champagned

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Everyone is getting their dance on to Lady D

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Erin did my loverly mehandi tattoo

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Just got the BADDEST shoes in the mail!

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I am salty. And I'm dumping my boyfriend. That is all.

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As a woman who has longed lived by the commandment of "Organized Chaos," it was time to change my entropy-leaning ways. I'm on the road often enough and once I come back from a trip, it takes about oh...60 seconds to turn my house into a complete pigpen. To add insult to injury, my closet rod had come down and all my clothes with it, leaving my staircase closet looking like the close of Black

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Most of us ladies are probably feeling like our closet could use an overhaul after this bad 80s trend that has swept through the fashion world for the past year. Plus our morale is low and money's tight due to Wall Street throwing us under the bus with the latest Prada advert emblazoned on its side.Don't fret, to-be fashionistas. With a few timeless key pieces, you can make Moschino cry uncle

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As I plan for my Australian Holiday, I've decided to start posting some of my travel and style tips that I normally share with friends. I'm supposed to be a "style consultant" and I sort of feel like I've been slipping, so here is my contribution!Before I begin, utilize your local discount stores! You can get high quality expensive goods at pauper's prices. Make use of your Burlingtons,

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tune: Sunday Morning by No DoubtWhatever happened to the days where Gwen Stefani was actually cool?Anyhow, yesterday was a good day. I ran errands for most of the early afternoon, including doing Holly's makeup for a wedding, a little pampering in getting my nails done and picking up that faboo bag for the opera.Later I went up to Evanston to meet Linda and the family for her birthday dinner.

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Found supercute bag to go with my Audrey getup to the Sydney Opera House. Aldo Sale Shop - $10Found Su

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awesome!

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tune: Can't Do Without by Peven EverettI spent this weekend in a relative remix, spending time with almost no one and concentrating on rearranging things in the house and finally putting together that $600 of Ikea furniture I bought. Things are looking much better in the house and the closet is is much better shape, but there's at least another weekend's worth of work to take care of here.Aside

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My allergies are kicking my ass. Plus I'm just coming off this big ball of stress, so my body is taking it's anger out on me in terms of aches and pains and general fatigue. I'm hitting the women's vitamins hardcore and trying to get my butt back in the gym. Today I book my flight to Melbourne (say MEL-bun) so the countdown to my holiday is ON! What I love the most is that my friend who's

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Work. which I'm currently headed to. I'm so exhausted this week - between the brain drain incurred at the job then coming home to iron like a hebrew slave, I'm totally drained. The upshot is that all of this toiling is not in vain - it is what will allow me peace of mind when I travel in August - the ability to spend with wild abandon without worrying about being in a crap-ton of debt when I

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For not blogging, so i'm going to catch her and the world up in a nutshell.Me=work. I've been working my arse off at work and at home as of late. We have a new person in the office, and I'm the de facto go-to girl, so betwixt guiding her and getting my own stuff done, and helping the other not-so-new guy out, I'm pretty swamped there. I've also been working at home, doing my ironing biz to

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I was having a less than optimal day last week and the barista at Lavazza made my day by giving me a latte heart. If the glass were half full, I'd say little things mean a lot, and if it were half empty, I'd say wow, my life has come to a new low....latte art makes me happy now? I'll go with the former.

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I haven't been this socially angry in a while...I've kind of not watched Hotel Rwanda for good reason up until this point. I couldn't deal with the subject matter. This movie is so infuriating...and I'm doing research on the whole Rwandan genocide whilst watching...I was only a tween when this was happening, 12 or 13 to be exact. So I had no idea what was really going on. Now as an adult, I

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I've finally committed to writing my novel!!!!! It of course took a very very bad day and total unhappiness and complacency in my life.....

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Tune: Same Page by YahzarahThis is sort of a modern tragedy.I recounted this tale of yore to my dearest a week or so. About the rite of passage that is Crazy. I mean Eight Different Kinds of Crazy. A Big Bag of Crazy. To clarify, in order to experience great love in your life, you need to experience Crazy. It's the universe's way of making a total mockery of you and putting your in your

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Tune: Love Hangover by Kidz in the Hall featuring EstelleMan oh man oh man oh MAN!Much like Estelle, I hate that I love it, and I love that I hate it.  Men are like the bain of my feckin' existence.  Seriously they are nothing but trouble.  But somehow I find myself involved with them ad infinitum.  I'm a sucker for their looks...their charms...all of that and them some.  It's kind of like a

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Show: The ABC News...ughBeverage: O'Connor's Cream tea from Tea GschwendnerI've not been paying as much attention to the national news this week simply because I've been mired in my own moods. However (I need a new word) I'm watching this morning because I am sick of my playlists on iTunes. I'm a bit irritated by this whole "protectionism" bullshit coming from the Buy American plan. I

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Tune: Right Here by DJ Mitsu the Beats featuring DweleHa, I should have began this with the tune 'Flapjacks' by Dwele...Anyway, I seem to be selling like the McDonald's brand these days. I've been minding my own business, as usual but for whatever reason, I'm mighty attractive to the rest of the world. I haven't dressed any differently, I haven't done anything, other than spend time paying

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-6046518045866488062009-02-03T09:13:00.004-05:002009-02-03T12:40:45.608-05:00

Money is an interesting tool in life. It gets us our needs, our wantsand even gets us in trouble at times for its extremes: the love of itand the lack of respect of it.This tale is about neither, but rather the lessons learnt from money.Like a fool and his shall soon part ways. Well foolishness cost me$42.00 today and only then did I put my foot down on something thatshould have earned the

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Tune: Valediction by the Foreign ExchangeEver feel entirely like a hypocrite? And do something that goes against everything you're ever professed?

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Tune: All I Am by Kiki SheardAs much as I wanted another round of shrimp and grits this morning, I went for sweet. I decided to bake waffles, which I had been meaning to do for a while anyway. Instead of making the batter from scratch (which is reserved for company), I use a multigrain baking mix from Trader Joe's - think Hodgson's Mill has one as well, or you can use the regular Bisquick.

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Tune: Next to You by Darien BrockingtonBeverage: Red wine that doesn't taste so great, partially due to crap quality, partially due to dental issuesMood: inspiredSo....2009 is the year that Black Love is to be in vogue again. We've gotten a bad rap from the press for a while...Flavour Flav, the breakup of Michael and Juanita Jordan, the list can go on. Basically, black love has become the

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I am not new to the concept of Southern cuisine. I am a Southern gul by blood; both of my parents were born deep in Mississippi and my mother's formative years were spent in Louisiana. While none of their accent remains, the cooking traditions of the Deep South do. I am well versed in the fine ways of gumbo and pecan pies. These delights are more Acadian (Cajun) and Creole in nature, but the

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Tune: Morning Scapes by Jazzanova featuring Bembe SegueI miss my cooking, I realised. This is a ripoff from Rodan's Shrimp Coconut Curry, but it's an easy one to make at home and is very easily adapted for vegetarian/vegan palates. It can be made in an hour if you're smart.Serves 4.2 cups of brown basmati rice, cooked (this takes about 40 minutes. white rice takes less)1 large sweet potato1

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Tune: Ain't No Woman by the Four TopsThis morning was brought to you by the endodontist and the precarious notion of Wishful Thinking. Toss in a little serendipity while you are at it. As I walked out of the Devil's Office, I wished for pancakes and a little early morning hooky. I had JUST missed the Clark bus and what appears before my eyes? The Original Pancake House. I'm feeling like

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Tune: Somebody's Watching Me by RockwellI feel like I'm in the fucking Twilight Zone. I mean seriously.Within the last 3 weeks at least five men I've dated in my past have decided to pop up and haunt me. And I just read something that could make me think twice about everything.Let's deal with #2 first. In a lot of ways, I hate social networking sites. Facebook can rather kiss the fattest

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Show: WGN Morning News and the Blagojevich circusMmmm Egg McCarol. Carol changed my life with her single egg breakfast sammich in a coffee mug. Oh, plus carrots and fresh squeezed OJ.I do watch TV, even if it's rarely. Now that I have a flat screen, I do watch with a bit more regularity. I'm surprised at the amount of productivity Monday brought. I even had dinner with Emily and Meg and

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Tune: Freedom by Benny Sings and Rednose DistriktI hate Monday mornings. HATE. And my cat Portia seems to think I'm some sort of giant typing cat (since she preens the hell out of me all the time and sleeps on me like cats sleep on other cats) so I think that earns me the right to be the fattest, biggest and most adorable one of all, complete with Cheshire smile: Garfield. However, I am proud

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Tune: Song for Kailen by DeyampertThis warranted another post from me today. I posted a facebook note in the immortal words of House Shoes this morning on a web-friend's profile. She stated she wanted to stay in bed, and if you ever see her facebook, you would note that she is always doing something - even more so than me. So I mentioned "there will be none of that - time to get up and be

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Tune: Leisure Suite by FeistBeverage: Second cuppa joeMood: Industrious but still in bathrobe.funny how my life can usually be summed up in those three statements: tune, beverage, and mood. I made the dire mistake of going outside yesterday thinking that 10 degree weather was just fine. Well, shit, it's not. Particularly when you have been holed up in your warm house for several days prior

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Tune: Alkime by SouliveThis post had been started sometime before, but had been judiciously preempted by a Corona (pre-surg) and a conversation with Zo! about Detroit City.Now I am sitting at home, bored out my gourd and nursing this large wound in my mouth post oral surgery. Might i add that anyone with -dontist as a suffix to their name is a fecking filthy rich yet deplorable rat bastard?

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Tune: Take Off the Blues by Foreign Exchange featuring Darien BrockingtonLove is waking up and feeling like you belong to this world and you need to do something for someone else.First of all, Happy Birthday Mommy!!! That is also love. The older I get the more I am in love with my parents. They can irritate the hell out of me, just like any person you love should, but my parents are the bomb.

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I went on a she-date tonight with heather to the MCA for Jenny Holzer's Protect Protect installation. it was creepy as hell with all the ticker-tape style LEDs alternating encouraging messages with words of obvious torture. plus the blown-up medical reports from the coroners' office and the redacted soldier handprints just reminded me that there is much evil and wrongdoing in the world, and

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-79535341145681282092008-12-19T08:13:00.004-05:002008-12-19T08:33:44.715-05:00

Tune: Living the Life of a Dreamer by Alice RussellI am a firm believer that once you reach a certain age in life, you are entitled to do whatever the hell you want. That age is 70. I am not there yet.However, this blog post is a post about getting older, and the multitude of maladies that come along with it. Yesterday I had a surprise visit to the dentist only to be sent to the endodontist

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-21539441069305729722008-12-11T18:21:00.002-05:002008-12-11T18:42:57.357-05:00

Tun: Parallel Lives by Roisin MurphyThe great mender is undoubtedly ice cream.Butter Pecan to be exact.So I've had kind of a crap week thus far...I'm definitely donning the mean hat, and let's top that off with a sinus infection, sore throat, chest pain, headache/toothache, work stress, and man-induced anxiety and I'll say we've hit the ground running. At least the ice cream has killed the

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-36595356355215812632008-11-06T21:18:00.000-05:002008-11-06T21:19:00.793-05:00

Nothing more to say here... I have a longer post about Election Day slated for later.

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-28200355856963135222008-10-11T12:14:00.004-04:002008-10-11T16:59:23.605-04:00

tune: Upstairs Downstairs by Owusu & Hannibal (I haven't given y'all a tune in sometime!)finally made it into SFO last night after a long day of presentations and flying (Yea!) I got to see Mt. Ranier on the way to Seattle and I must say that God was showing off when he created this portion of the US. It's feckin' amazing! coming from the land o' flat (i.e. Midwest), seeing think cumulus clouds

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-62291097232170100602008-10-08T19:47:00.003-04:002008-10-11T16:57:08.710-04:00

G'day folks, I'm writing you from Sunny Spokane Washington (sorry, no Walla Walla). This blog post is brought to you by boredom, courtesy of the DI Users Group Conference. I'm here on business and there's not quite anything going on yet, so I'm in my hotel room, trying to find a weekday winery tour, which seems to be a challenge.Paydirt!Caterina Winery has tours from 12-5p during the week AND

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-90896076634738403872008-10-03T13:36:00.001-04:002008-10-03T13:36:47.203-04:00

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-65380522871604446922008-09-29T20:15:00.000-04:002008-09-29T20:17:24.585-04:00

Being bored in hawaii is okay. i'm stuck on a resort in maui, and yes i know i will get no sympathy here , but i'm amazed at God's work. At some pointing time before blogs and ipods, before man tampered with it, most of the world looked like this - peaceful and beautiful in its own right. For miles around, there is nothing but mountains and salty water. If you don't feel a connection to mother

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Some kid on my block was just killed. That's real shit right there. I hopped off the bus at my corner to find the Blue Boys speeding around the corner and jumping out to harass some kids at the bodega. Then an unmarked car just flew down my block with the lights on. Another guy speaking Spanish was walking down the street spreading the news: go in the house, a kid just got shot right here on

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-89090987864579297622008-08-07T08:02:00.002-04:002008-08-07T08:37:20.476-04:00

I'm not quick at making decisions. I have never been good at that split second thing, and decision making for me is usually a bit of a long and drawn out process. And turns out, that's probably for the best. The few hasty decisions I've made in life usually ended up not turning out so well and it's best to have as much information as possible before you give "your final answer". With that

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-70836864672702382412008-08-05T21:17:00.003-04:002008-08-13T00:19:21.884-04:00

I'm fairly new to lentil soup, but I credit 101cookbooks.com for turning me on to it and adding it to my repetoire. The great thing about lentil soup is that you get a complete plant-based protein out of it and it is relatively low-fat and healthy. Heidi Swanson's recipe is great, but here is my version of it, borne of veggies in my CSA farm share. It's deep, spicy, earthy, and refreshing

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-4767440230732325032008-07-27T21:59:00.004-04:002008-07-27T22:26:07.908-04:00

Today was like THE perfect day. I got up, ate the remainder of my frittata con aguacate y tomate y sprouts with turkey bacon and a crumpet and finished my book. After that I hit the road, taking the Pink Line down to Pilsen for some exploration. I didn't go far, just down to 18th street and I felt like I had little San Francisco in the middle of Chicago.My first haunt was Family Dollar, the

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-85454886346406921722008-07-26T20:54:00.002-04:002008-07-26T20:57:10.714-04:00

I would like to add that the lovesickness has indubitably worn off, and it was at best a passing phase to compete with the absolute boredom of my life. It's nice to know that the inner yardstick of reason in your brain isn't as warped as you once thought and it's not you whose crazy, but indeed everyone else.

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-81307806040274819502008-07-26T20:19:00.002-04:002008-07-26T20:53:45.947-04:00

Dare I say this, butI have gotten old. With 29 lurking around the corner and the what, 5th? anniversary of this blog? (Oh my!)Well, that and I've gotten the Big City Blues. Which is why I am checking myself into a rehab of sorts. Lansing, Michigan.I haven't had a proper vacation in some time, and not that this is exactly that, but I am very much looking forward to being around people with

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-63377584846451689872008-07-11T21:34:00.002-04:002008-07-11T21:56:08.235-04:00

Well perhaps it is. After reading an entirely fictional piece of chick-lit, I've decided that I'm the doer of my own destiny and I need to get my arse in gear and register my style consulting business - legitimately. I've been freelancing it for fun as a way to build up some expertise, but I should just get out there and do it already.Rome was not built in a day and neither will this be, but

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-28497357225631541122008-05-11T13:14:00.001-04:002008-05-11T13:14:51.363-04:00

I'm watching a McLaughlin's One on One on PBS from 1999 and the subject matter is The Black Elite in America.  I'm intrigued by the question that John McLaughlin posed to his guests James Oliver Horton and Lawrence Otis Graham- If a black man ever becomes president, would he be from the Black Elite or would he come from the Black Underclass.  I'm certain that this show is being shown in light of

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-78819709902759958032008-04-24T14:58:00.001-04:002008-04-24T14:58:39.804-04:00

Tune:  You Are My Love by JamiroquaiSo...yesterday I confessed my love for my ex through a simple "143 (still.)" text message.  Talk about being a rolling ball of drama.  I have a serious Carrie/Big situation here, where I know that the likelihood of us getting it together and making us work is slim to none, but that doesn't change the fact that I still love his punk ass.   It's so complicated.  

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-87619539284581299592008-04-23T13:17:00.001-04:002008-04-23T13:17:07.025-04:00

me: hence my current dilemma.i used to be one of those women who was like meh size doesn't matterjust as long as you have the motion in the oceanSent at 11:59 on WednesdayA: oh yes it does!!!!me: lol well I am a convert. it very much mattersA: I think the style is more important than sizebut it still is important VERY!me: i agree the care bear? BORINGA: hahahahahahhhahame: no variation

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-58307691011640965492008-04-21T10:28:00.001-04:002008-04-21T10:28:53.883-04:00

An Ode to the Samantha Life:Me: How do we always fall in the same predicaments together?!?!A: seriously. haha! I dont knowwell, my weekend was crazy crazy crazyfriday, we went and had lunchthen bought some rum and went to his placeI left the next morning at 9that is the summary [grin]

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-1628997170445613802008-04-18T10:35:00.002-04:002008-04-18T13:01:49.161-04:00

Tune: To the Sound by MicatoneI think I grew up a little yesterday. This post is impossible to write without tears, but we're going to do the best we can. Last night, I packed my records so I could play at Rustik and decided to play a Glenn Underground original - "Return to Zion". I hear it on internet radio from time to time and for whatever reason that song gives me the chills.Backing up, I

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-56833099061583986302008-04-17T17:05:00.001-04:002008-04-17T17:05:39.182-04:00

Guilt is not a feeling I embody often.I just put a beautiful yellow Michael Kors leather handbag on layaway...I really want the bag, but can't justify spending $200 on a bag I don't need right now.  Not that layaway makes it any better, but it at least tempers my instant gratification and keeps some duckets in my bucket. Then I talk to Bersabell....about the Democratic Republic of Congo.  And the

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-45593550089590754382008-04-16T18:23:00.001-04:002008-04-16T18:23:21.757-04:00

Tune: Feedback by Janet JacksonIt's good to be back in my element - for real. So now I have to do some shameless self-promotion...I'm getting back on my ultra-creative high horse - come see me spin records on most Thursday nights at Rustik - the 2600 block of California near Logan, or buy stuff from my store -http://stores.ebay.com/Marvelocity-Vintage, or commission my style consulting services

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-27725580504448832332008-04-16T17:26:00.000-04:002008-04-16T17:27:05.169-04:00

Meg, you are always right.

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-33108962503887889782008-04-16T11:51:00.001-04:002008-04-16T11:51:15.853-04:00

"Sho' ain't been that easy..."  The wise words of Erykah Badu hold more than just song value.I just had a gross realisation about 25 seconds ago.  I will never marry.  The more I think about the pros and cons of sharing your life with a person, the more I realised that men have not been for the better, but always for the worse.  They hinder my creativity, my freedom, and just generally impose a

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-50439966612901327562008-04-12T09:08:00.002-04:002008-04-16T15:07:59.190-04:00

April 6, 2008PREOCCUPATIONS Women, Repeat This: Don't Ask, Don't GetBy LINDA BABCOCKABOUT 10 years ago, I heard that my boss was recommending two of my male colleagues for promotion. Both of these men had joined the faculty the same year I was hired, both were good teachers, and both had published important research. They were certainly qualified to move to the next level, from associate

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-82287131907973804202008-04-07T13:51:00.000-04:002008-04-16T17:52:19.377-04:00

And Daley can kiss my chocolate ass.On numerous occasions in the past week, I have called the city to try to resolve a parking problem and I am astounded by the level of incompetence displayed by municipal workers at city offices!

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-91288808365670253652008-03-31T19:35:00.000-04:002008-04-16T17:39:52.667-04:00

So!I did went out last night, actually with a new CL friend who broke with her guy of 7 years. She was very slow to warm up at first but we started talking about men and I made her laugh and everything was good. Indian men were the joke of the night because I have a friend who is really into Indian men, and she's not Indian. Her justification is this: no one wants them, they're dark skinned

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-78951373060684463792008-03-29T19:03:00.001-04:002008-03-29T19:03:50.619-04:00

1.  Your time is your own.2.  Cheaper grocery bills!3.  More time to spend with your girls.4.  Flirtation without guilt.5.  You can buy that Marc Jacobs bag now.6.  Your cat isn't as jealous.7.  You don't have to shave your pubes. 8.  You can do what you like - whenever.9.  No worrying about what the other person thinks.10. No catering to anyone.11. (bonus) I get to troll metromix.com and load

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-86520716565451214892008-03-29T17:29:00.000-04:002008-04-16T17:41:18.117-04:00

An excerpt of what it's like to have my dating life...Breaking up with losers really is for the best... He came over and all of a sudden came at me with a real crazy disrespectful and ungrateful attitude out of left field. Dissed my music and said that my choice of tunes (which was some chillout stuff for me to unwind while cooking) was putting him in a downward spiral and making him depressed

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-85355898853798985572008-02-25T15:42:00.002-05:002008-04-16T17:22:54.486-04:00

I can't believe how much of a snob I've become. I'm a little bit of a wine snob, (although I can still get down with a bottle of Three Buck Chuck from T-Jeezy's) a definite beer snob (I'm not drinking it if it didn't come from Belgium, Ireland, the Czech Republic or some microbrewery in Michigan or Portland, OR) a handbag snob (Michael Kors? check. BCBG? check. DKNY? check. Coach? check.

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-55072775235236487582008-01-28T17:49:00.000-05:002008-04-16T17:50:06.709-04:00

So..I'm back on the block...the dating block that is. After a four month relationship that could be best described as Heaven and Hell making strange bedfellows, I'm clicking my Steve Madden moc boots (hey it's winter here in Chicago, I'll be damned if I'm rocking my red suede heels and getting them all mussed up with salt) and saying there's no place like home. Home being my element. Not one

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-65965465778064087072008-01-05T11:31:00.001-05:002008-04-16T17:08:35.562-04:00

I'm not one for New Year's Resolutions but this one is definitely needed. I'm gearing up for my Sucka Free 2008. 2007 has had more than its fair share of drama and garbage, so it's time for closet cleaning. A good inventory primer: How can you tell if your former "burning flame" is now a "smoldering ember?"When you sit down to work on it , you don't feel much of anythingYou find yourself

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-75170968661161073182007-12-17T17:42:00.002-05:002008-04-16T16:59:28.383-04:00

I seem to not do well at this word. And actually my boyfriend called me out on that yesterday. That hurt. So, my life is an absolute mess as of late...monetary issues, missing a plane ticket to visit my grandma, bad haircut, and well, a broken engagement. The last seems to be at the forefront of my issues, but I dunno, I have to look at the bad haircut everyday. *sigh*The worst thing is, my

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-16203890015981141832007-11-08T11:09:00.002-05:002008-04-16T17:03:31.582-04:00

I am in such a crapass mood today. And not in the mood to write this... *sigh*

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-75515417367522267452007-10-24T15:27:00.003-04:002008-04-16T17:03:01.390-04:00

I love it how I never blog when I reeeeaally need to blog. I'm trying to rectify that.The last couple of weeks of life have been fairly mind-blowing. Lots of travel, the emergence and dissipation of a horrendous kidney infection, and probably the most interesting of all, a slightly troubled love affair.Yep. Love Affair.Well, not much of an affair, seeing how its ongoing, but it was initially

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-25286141086836355582007-10-06T20:37:00.001-04:002007-10-06T20:38:03.124-04:00

I'm in New Orleans. On antibiotics. For a kidney infection. I can't drink. How sad.

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-83179853224840806812007-09-25T10:01:00.000-04:002007-09-25T10:03:36.377-04:00

emme.. hiiiiiemme... i got here at 7:30emme... because my boyfriend called me at 5:58ammeg... dump him.emme... he asked me a few days agoemme... what time do you get up ?emme... i said 6amemme... he took that a little too literally.I love you Meg.

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-20609861089326755432007-09-24T14:47:00.001-04:002008-04-16T17:26:11.228-04:00

I'm officially off the (dating) market and engaged. I'm unsure how I feel about it. Stay tuned.

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-56851368406249380542007-09-21T16:49:00.001-04:002008-04-16T17:24:54.853-04:00

Michelle somehow roped me in to talking to her students at Lindblom about being an epidemiologist.So I immediately thought - Outbreak! Which I ended up not showing... But it was a fun experience overall. The students were well behaved, attentive, and asked lots of questions.

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-17340966014663729122007-09-20T13:40:00.000-04:002007-09-20T22:25:51.814-04:00

Boy oh boy is this world small. Last night Tommy was over for dinner and dessert (get your mind out the dern gutter)Hmm...I just had a reluctant thought upon a phone call...Tommy mentioned he did some "rearranging" in my house...it took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about, but he changed my turntables from battle style to house style...It's not so much that he did it, but it's the

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-90756423387895622682007-09-17T17:20:00.000-04:002007-09-17T22:30:45.556-04:00

There's lots going on here, especially in my so-called love life. That will take more than one post, but let's begin..I've been erm, scouted in the last weeks for multiple things; plus-size modeling by designer Karen Aguirre, and The Next Lisa Shaw - aka Miss House Diva, by a certain House Music extraordinaire and self-proclaimed Next Boyfriend. For identity protection's sake we'll call the

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-92188197561423967502007-09-12T12:39:00.000-04:002007-09-17T22:38:05.519-04:00

After the last foray into dating an entertainer, I swore them off. Which is kind of a limiting factor in my relationship framework, considering that my preferred candidate is the creative individual, and definitely the musical one. Dating a DJ is big trouble.With that said, I'm a DJ...but I'm a lot of things, so while dating me could very well be trouble, it's not the same as hooking up with

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-39029564198409332032007-09-04T09:39:00.001-04:002008-04-16T17:25:17.340-04:00

Which is worse?A man who you can never get next to or a man who swears you are the hottest thing going but won't ask you out?I have two of the latter on my hands and I'm in my Pump 'Em or Dump 'Em mode...You've got 48 hours to keep me interested. If you can keep me from boredom within two days by either taking me out or making plans to do so, cool - Pump it up! Otherwise it's time to take out

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-71234652336775855172007-08-31T09:49:00.000-04:002007-09-17T22:47:13.822-04:00

Tune: Want You to Want Me by Tanya MorganI need to watch out. I've been chatting up two people simultaneously and one has home court advantage since we met the old-fashioned way, but I don't want that to get too hot and heavy too quickly because of Guy B who I haven't met in person yet. Guy B seems a little vanilla, but I can't call it just yet. Only in person can you detect whether there's

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-35121816921293610412007-08-28T11:46:00.000-04:002007-08-28T11:53:48.835-04:00

My cat Tiger was one of a kind. He had an attitude just like his mum, which made us a perfect match. I adopted Tiger from a couple a few years ago when they could no longer care for him due to the owners wife having asthma. At the time I was going through a lot mentally, with my infamous breakup and all. I needed someone to help me through the hard times and Tiger was my saviour. Often times

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-73507529447786075672007-08-26T13:47:00.000-04:002007-08-26T13:56:20.183-04:00

Tune: Give In by 4Hero featuring Darrien Brockington and Phonte of Little BrotherLife is dismally dismal these days, to say the least, but there have been a few speckles of sunshine in otherwise rampant bleekness. Like:1. Finding awesome vintage dresses in my size for $12/pop at Ragstock2. Balancing my checkbook incorrectly and having more money than I thought.3. Scoring a yellow coffee table

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-33794086524707491062007-08-25T16:21:00.000-04:002007-08-25T16:27:44.837-04:00

That doesn't seem to be changing today. I got a card in the mail from the vet offering condolences for my loss. That was nice of them but I'd rather they didn't. As soon as I saw who it was from the tears welled up in my eyes. I haven't been this miserable in a while. I was already having a minor crisis last week and now this. When it rains it pours. This morning I started picking up

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-34640095520024884482007-08-24T16:23:00.000-04:002007-08-25T16:20:26.037-04:00

I have shitty weeks. That is not at all uncommon. But this week has made my lifetime list of shittiest weeks of all time. Let's list the issues, from shittiest to least.1. My cat had to be put to sleep.2. It cost me $500 in vet bills that I do not have.3. I am officially piss poor broke.4. I have a $500 electric bill that has to be paid for trying to keep said cat from baking alive (with

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-43494064779367421252007-08-22T12:32:00.000-04:002007-08-25T16:30:33.656-04:00

I've had plenty of worst days of my life, but this is one of the absolute worst. My cat is extremely ill, suffering from liver failure and I'm going to have to have him put down. I feel like I have failed him and not been a good mother. I am hereby swearing off cats and children.

Emmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14002284448263384214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676376.post-64401293993333246612007-08-20T14:42:00.000-04:002007-08-20T16:08:35.385-04:00

Back to the nasty mood phase.Today has been a gloomy, irritating day. I woke up at 4:30 am to a thunderstorm, only to be reawakened at 5:30 by my alarm clock. I thought I had an appointment with my general practitioner, only to find out upon getting to her office that my appointment is for tomorrow. Top that off with a sick, vomiting cat, rain, 2 missed buses and a missed train, being molested

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