August 31, 2010

This is what I'm eating a lot of lately: soupy rice noodles with assorted vegetables, Vietnamese summer rolls, and spaghetti. Not all at once, though I would enjoy that.

I need to plan a post-fashion week vacation. Just to get away, even if I have to work, I just need to get out of New York after spring collections.

August 29, 2010

"To New Yorkers who associate the David H. Koch Theater at Lincoln Center with the New York City Ballet, it’s startling to learn that the Texas branch of that foundation’s political arm, known simply as Americans for Prosperity, gave its Blogger of the Year Award to an activist who had called President Obama “cokehead in chief.”' —via NY Times

August 26, 2010

The universe, explained.

Is it only Wednesday?

These days I have to consciously force myself to stop working in the evenings. Trying not to burn out too early in the semester. Today:

- Woke up, blog
- 12:15 to 1:30 meeting in midtown
- Conference call
- Blog
- Get sandwiches with Izzy at PEEL, new place just opened today by the Freeman's people. The sandwiches and baked goods are delicious, you should go.
- Blog
- Blog
- Home, blog
- Make noodles, eat noodles
- Prepare notes for tomorrow's lecture
- Prepare notes for tomorrow's VMan meeting
- Sleep

I'm anxious for tomorrow because, in the afternoon, I'll be doing an interview and writing up a story I actually care a great deal about, and I want to make sure it's right.

Also, I've been eating a lot of noodles lately, and I should probably stop.

August 24, 2010

I spend a lot of time sitting in front of screens.

In fact, I spent nearly my entire day sitting in front of screens. This is what I did today:

- Woke up, blogged
- Ran to a morning interview, was very late, had a great talk about ideas and stuff.
- Picked up a salad and went home and ate half of it while blogging
- Went to the office and blogged some more
- Talked on the phone with MW from A Continuous Lean; he is one of my favorite people ever.
- Ate birthday cake, happy birthday Larry.
- Blogged some more, had a few cups of tea
- Sent a bunch of emails asking for price quotes
- Blogged some more
- Got home, turned on my desktop computer
- Made some noodles. Ate some noodles.
- Tried to flesh out a new book proposal
- Answered 12 text messages
- Sent a million requests for VMan
- Checked Facebook
- Wrote this post

Next I'm going to deliberately shut down my computer just so I'll stop staring at a screen. But who's kidding who. I'm probably just going to lie down and look at my Kindle. Man, I need a vacation.

August 20, 2010

August 18, 2010

This is seriously going to kill my Saturday morning movie habit

Things that make me feel old in the morning


I love having a project that I'm really excited about, that I really believe in. There hasn't been a lot of progress made logistics-wise on the project, so I'm reluctant to discuss it yet, but suffice it to say that I'm all in. If it comes down to having to publish the damn thing myself, I will. I believe in it that much.

August 17, 2010

Everything changes

It's crazy how everything changes so fast. Tonight I went out to meet up with some old friends -- we were all close as anything two years ago, went our separate ways, and tonight we got together for one big reunion because JR is skipping town and heading home for keeps. There were never any falling outs, never any fights, never any bad feelings. Growing apart is so easy; Jourdan says it's New York, but I don't know. I have friends-for-a-lifetime here. Lifers aren't the friends you have to try hard with, they're not the ones who demand to see you, who ever question the relationship, and we never take offense when plans fall through or there's a three month break. Maybe growing up here, I don't know how to be codependent. Maybe the people who stay awhile and leave are just far more socialized than living in New York allows them to be. It's funny how you can be so close to people and, after a while, they'll just drift out of your life for good. Eventually I guess I'd like to go too.

August 12, 2010

Been up since 4:45 a.m.

I've been up since about 4:45 a.m., which is kind of a feat of super-human-ness considering my hotel room at the looks-nice-but-isn't Liberty Hotel was situated directly above a hotel-run outdoor bar that was blaring music until 2 a.m. Truly. On a Wednesday night. I phone down to the front desk around 10:40 p.m. and explained that I needed to be up at 4:30 for work, so they sent up some earplugs. Clearly I am not the only one who's ever had this problem.

Spent the day in seminars on off-price retailing at the TJ Maxx and Marshalls headquarters. The truly epic day came to a mindboggling head when certain well-known bloggers (for the record, not me, Leah, Nola, or Stephanie) started berating the team of very excellent publicists and badgering them for free stuff, gift cards, and shopping sprees. I exaggerate not at all. I'm often shocked at non-professional bloggers' (or professional personal style bloggers' as the case may be) overgrown sense of self-importance and wild senses of entitlement. I mean, sure, magazine editors and legit writers often get things for free, but I've never, in seven years of working in media, seen anyone outright demand freebies, gift cards, and shopping sprees like this one rather well-known blogger girl did. Wow. Tacky and gauche don't even begin to describe how long she went on about it during the group session.

For the record: publicists, please don't send me stuff. I have too much stuff. I don't want any more stuff. In fact, if you'd like to take some of my stuff off my hands, I'd be awfully grateful. All I want are good stories and interesting facts.

Anyway, we're back on the train now, which is lovely, because there's wifi and we don't have to schlep all the way to the airport and worry about checking things in and liquids and plastic ziploc baggies and stuff. I can't wait to get home and collapse into bed and read my Kindle.

24 hours in Bostonia

I'm in Boston tonight and tomorrow. It's been a rather spectacularly bad day for travel -- because of some power outage or signal breakdown in New Jersey, all the Acela trains from New York to Boston were running on 90 minute delays. So instead of arriving at 3:30, I arrived at 5:00. Walked to the hotel, got here at 5:20, and was told my room wasn't ready yet. That was kind of mindblowing. 5:30 p.m. and room not ready? Seriously? Anyway, I guess I'm glad I didn't arrive on time. Imagine waiting around for two hours to check in.

Had a really nice dinner with Leah from Fashionista, Nola from Glam, and Stephanie from -- it was great to catch up and share some gossip. Leah totally dismembered two lobsters in the most professional way I've ever seen anyone dismember anything, and now I'm way impressed. So impressed I might even do a photo gallery of her lobster-dismembering tomorrow on Racked. It was epic.

It's just one night in Boston, so I thought I'd go out and see the town, but we start so early tomorrow morning (7:45!) that I probably should just get some sleep, since I need to get up super-early to file some posts before going off to my day-long conference/seminar on off-price retailing, which I'm actually super-excited about. I've always wanted to know how TJ Maxx and Marshall's worked on the buying end. Where do they get all these clothes? You know what I like most about those stores? Their shoe section and their sheets. Yup.

August 11, 2010

August 10, 2010

The Arm-Slapping Cure

So I've been having issues with numbness in my left hand while I sleep and sometimes muscle pain and strain when I'm trying to grip things during the day -- I figured it was either early signs of carpal tunnel or maybe I just pulled a muscle schlepping my luggage around Europe this July.

My mom sent me this video and suggested I give this a try -- it's a type of Chinese therapy where you hit certain parts of your body (in this case, the inside crook of my elbow) repetitively for about three minutes. It doesn't hurt because you're hitting yourself.

In a healthy person, if you hit your own arm, that part of your arm will turn reddish. If you have something wrong with you, you'll get black spots instead.

I kind of didn't believe it would work, but while I was watching the video I started slapping the inside of my left arm. About two minutes in, three really scary looking small fingernail-sized black spots appeared out of nowhere on my arm. They don't hurt, but they look like black bruises. Connected to each other, they'd form a right angle, so they're not just haphazardly scattered black spots. And they're not even at the impact point of where I was slapping my arm.

I got really nervous and I called my mom, but she said that's supposed to happen. She told me to keep slapping that part of my arm to help improve the circulation in that spot, but I was too scared I'd get more black spots. From what I understand, the black spots are the bad energies-slash-toxins in your body, and by bringing them to the surface, it helps your circulation break them up. Something like that. I'm explaining it badly.

Anyway, I still have the black spots on my arm today, but for the first time in WEEKS, I didn't wake up with a sleepy hand in the middle of the night and I haven't had any hand pain today.

I don't know what it is, I can't find it on Google, and I certainly can't explain what happened, but it worked. And even though it's terrifying to see random black spots appear on your arm out of nowhere (they're not pretty), the results are pretty incredible for an at-home remedy.