Sunday, September 19, 2004
First thing - check this video out
Been hard at work on a new blog, Going Out With Marian. Believe me, I didn't make up the title, and a little afraid of the attention it might bring. It's a work blog and will soon be connected to the mercury new's website, so please tell me if it's wack and if anything needs a-fixin' :)
Had my first Vietnamese sandwich today and man - I should have never stayed away in the first place! yum!
Trying to be more scholarly: my reading list...
1. The Da Vinci Code
2. The Trouble with Islam
3. Reading Lolita in Tehran
Been hard at work on a new blog, Going Out With Marian. Believe me, I didn't make up the title, and a little afraid of the attention it might bring. It's a work blog and will soon be connected to the mercury new's website, so please tell me if it's wack and if anything needs a-fixin' :)
Had my first Vietnamese sandwich today and man - I should have never stayed away in the first place! yum!
Trying to be more scholarly: my reading list...
1. The Da Vinci Code
2. The Trouble with Islam
3. Reading Lolita in Tehran
Friday, September 10, 2004
so i'm here in portland - getting ready to go to a journalism womens symposium.
i'm speaking to a high school today - i got mistaken for a student again - see, i'm here in the high school library, and the librarian got on my case for not signing in and asked me why i'm here...and then started to question me being a speaker - i don't think he believed me - then again the pigtails prolly didn't help either.
portland is freezing cold! and i packed all wrong. staying with a friend who has two kids - ages 4 and 2 - they're super cute and have already attached themselves to me - they fight over who can sit next to me - too cute :) and they eat and get themselves into trouble all the time - and they get super hyper - plus after meeting me and my other friends - like if they meet too many new people, it's overload for them, so they get real worked up.
so hope it gets warmer :Op
here's something fun off of newton's site:
how evil are you?
this is what i got
i'm speaking to a high school today - i got mistaken for a student again - see, i'm here in the high school library, and the librarian got on my case for not signing in and asked me why i'm here...and then started to question me being a speaker - i don't think he believed me - then again the pigtails prolly didn't help either.
portland is freezing cold! and i packed all wrong. staying with a friend who has two kids - ages 4 and 2 - they're super cute and have already attached themselves to me - they fight over who can sit next to me - too cute :) and they eat and get themselves into trouble all the time - and they get super hyper - plus after meeting me and my other friends - like if they meet too many new people, it's overload for them, so they get real worked up.
so hope it gets warmer :Op
here's something fun off of newton's site:
how evil are you?
this is what i got
Thursday, September 09, 2004
been dealing with a HORRIBLE migraine lately :( but this cheered me up, ok, it doesn't beat breakdancing transformers, but click on animation, then click on "happy valentine" or "choco choco"
pucca is this silly girl who goes after this kind of obliging ninja...
my fav site of the day :)
also my mishap of the weekend...
on my way to the usher concert...
So, the night was so chaotic that they lost my ticket at the will call. Either that, or the record company forgot to leave me a ticket - this is a fairly common occurence according to one of the bouncers there. He said that at concerts, there's always someone that is supposed to get in who can't - and to never trust record companies.
So, I talk to will call. They are very rude to me, and "call" their manager about it. I don't believe them and keep pressing, and come back a second time. They are even more rude and direct me to go to where photographers meet, which doesn't make sense, because I need a ticket to get in and photographers just meet backstage, go in for photos and leave.
But, they continue to be mean, so I head to the photographers meeting place, the north tunnel.
There is a bouncer there, who is as confused as me. Luckily there are backstage hands there and Usher's dancers. I plead with them my case, but I don't think anybody believes me. I keep talking to them, they go in, and disappear.
An hour passes.
Finally, a dancer comes up to me - not as a reporter, but starts flirting and says "what's up?"
I tell him my situation.
He says, he can get me in for $40.
At this point, with no other option, I agree to his condition.
He leads me in from the backstage, behind Ushers big LCD screen, through the cords, and the fenced up security. While walking me in -he asks - are you married? I answer no. Then, he tells me I'm pretty.
But I think, thanks, but obviously not pretty enough to get in for free. I hand him $40 in cash.
(later i think, if i said this out loud would he feel bad and hand me back a $20?)
He puts his arm around me, then points me into the main floor.
The whole thing was sketchy so I go straight to the main floor seats, avoid the security and sit at the first empty seat. I pretend I belong there and wish the lights will go out so nobody notices. A girl tells me that I am in her seat, so I find another empty one close by - then sit there for the rest of the night, hoping nobody notices.
Later on I notice this dancer as one of Usher's dancers onstage.
pucca is this silly girl who goes after this kind of obliging ninja...
my fav site of the day :)
also my mishap of the weekend...
on my way to the usher concert...
So, the night was so chaotic that they lost my ticket at the will call. Either that, or the record company forgot to leave me a ticket - this is a fairly common occurence according to one of the bouncers there. He said that at concerts, there's always someone that is supposed to get in who can't - and to never trust record companies.
So, I talk to will call. They are very rude to me, and "call" their manager about it. I don't believe them and keep pressing, and come back a second time. They are even more rude and direct me to go to where photographers meet, which doesn't make sense, because I need a ticket to get in and photographers just meet backstage, go in for photos and leave.
But, they continue to be mean, so I head to the photographers meeting place, the north tunnel.
There is a bouncer there, who is as confused as me. Luckily there are backstage hands there and Usher's dancers. I plead with them my case, but I don't think anybody believes me. I keep talking to them, they go in, and disappear.
An hour passes.
Finally, a dancer comes up to me - not as a reporter, but starts flirting and says "what's up?"
I tell him my situation.
He says, he can get me in for $40.
At this point, with no other option, I agree to his condition.
He leads me in from the backstage, behind Ushers big LCD screen, through the cords, and the fenced up security. While walking me in -he asks - are you married? I answer no. Then, he tells me I'm pretty.
But I think, thanks, but obviously not pretty enough to get in for free. I hand him $40 in cash.
(later i think, if i said this out loud would he feel bad and hand me back a $20?)
He puts his arm around me, then points me into the main floor.
The whole thing was sketchy so I go straight to the main floor seats, avoid the security and sit at the first empty seat. I pretend I belong there and wish the lights will go out so nobody notices. A girl tells me that I am in her seat, so I find another empty one close by - then sit there for the rest of the night, hoping nobody notices.
Later on I notice this dancer as one of Usher's dancers onstage.
