Literally everything I love most is in this year’s Emmy’s intro video:
Not sure how long this link will work…
Literally everything I love most is in this year’s Emmy’s intro video:
Not sure how long this link will work…
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We are looking for people who look like cast members of the jersey shore and whom wouldn’t mind coming to a republican party. We want basically anyone who even remotely resembles a cast member of the Jersey Shore, or who would not mind dressing up like a cast member of the show to come to our party. We want everyone to fill at least one role. Snookie, Situation etc. Send a pic with your response and your phone number. If you decide to attend we will cover your drinks and etc for the party. It’s not a big party, just a little get together very casual. It’s for a college club. Send an email if you are willing to show up to our party posing as one of these people (Anyones welcome, even if it’s a long shot to the way you look). Just send your number so we can call and talk about arrangements. Anyone looking to have some fun should apply!
Via clusterflock
You may have missed this cat fashion show at the Algonquin Hotel, but I’m still recovering. If you like sad felines in weird outfits, it’s worth viewing the whole album on Gothamist, but I thought these three photos of theirs summed it all up well:



Nothing that I like more than tall, funny men.
Stephen Merchant is insanely tall. Ricky Gervais is crazy funny. Their television programs are epic.
Please, please, please let their new show, An Idiot Abroad, come to the US soon.
Via NYMag
Except I’m being sarcastic. This is my favorite graph so I love when it’s updated.
Lest you think the unemployment rate is the biggest concern, just know that the jobs created by the stimulus aren’t coming cheap. Turns out the roughly 10K jobs created with the stimulus by the DOE cost roughly $195K a piece. What a bargain!
I just ordered these from philoSophie’s. I just need people to send cute notes to now! Want free shipping through 9/30/10? Enter the code: SOPHIEFAN.
True story. When I was on study abroad in Paris, I would develop these cravings for some foods only available in the US like peanut butter, root beer, and Oreos. My host parents were able to track down peanut butter (buerre de cacahuete) for me and this one sandwich shop on the Right Bank had Oreos by the register, but root beer was impossible to find.
Someone told me about a store called Thanksgiving that sells American foods — a little taste of home when you’re craving it most.
It’s fascinating though to see your country summed up in packaged grocery store foods rather than traditional recipes which is why I really enjoyed seeing what’s on the USA shelf in the “ethnic” section of a German grocery store.
I should caveat that I don’t believe Betty Crocker mixes or marshmallow fluff are things you should eat instead of local cuisine, but I know that when you’ve been away for a while, sometimes a nibble of the familiar makes you feel better. Sort of like when my mom would send me delicious baked goods in college… except that my mom didn’t love me enough to do that. (Sorry, Mommy, but it’s true!)
Via the Interwebs (seriously saw this on at least 5 blogs this AM… because it’s that awesome…)
It’s been far too long… I know and I’m sorry.
Work has been crazy, I’ve been tired, and I just haven’t felt like sharing much, but that changes today. I’m going to get back to a place of regular blogging. I’m also going to try and establish some type of consistency, etc, on the blog. Maybe employ a little of the “digital strategy” I try and force on clients regularly.
To kick it off, here are two links you might be interested (one for work and one for play):
My beloved dog Audrey passed away on Saturday and I’m struck by the level of profound sadness I’m able to feel over the loss of a 6-pound bundle of love and fluff. Saying goodbye to a pet is such an odd experience; I almost feel guilty for being so sad. She was just a dog! Except she was so much more than that — and she’d be insulted if she heard me say it.
The minute we got her, Audrey was a hit with me and my mother — but it took some time for the menfolk in the family to fall for her.
In her prime, she did everything she could to keep up with our dog Houston: her mouth was too small to pick up a tennis ball and play with it the way Houston did, so she would nip at the felt covering and hold it that way. She also took care of him in his old age — insisting on sharing a cage at the kennel and helping him find his way around when he went blind. At the same time, she was so fancy — dry food was fine for Houston, but Audrey needed canned (and preferred Brie). Despite being so cute strangers stopped her on the street, she had a somewhat icy demeanor with them but was wildly affectionate to those she knew and loved.
Let’s just say a love of French cheese wasn’t the only thing Audrey and I had in common.
Per pound, I have never loved anything more.
Audrey, you’ll be missed, but never forgotten.

Audrey in her Christmas sweater