Sunday, December 27, 2009
It was a great time, well worth the $30 it costs for four hours of night boarding. I love and hate snowboarding. It reminds me why cold weather rocks and what I hate most about Chicago: flatness. When Chicago grows a mountain, I'll call it a great city.
Now I remember why I'm jealous of friends in Montana, Colorado, Canada ... well maybe not Canada. As humbling as it is to strap into a snowboard and ride like the people I used to make fun of when I was the regular and they, the novices, it was still worth it. Well done Wausau, you frozen tease.
Of course, Granite Peak is a glorified bunny hill in comparison to the Rockies, the Alps, or Whistler out in Canada ... but it's still a taste of the good times to be had when you strap your feet into a board.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
"Aren't we right by Draft?" Urgo spurred the thought and I vocalized it by responding "Yes! Let's bring Michael a gift of love. And Iron!"
Security didn't look twice as we scanned our cards and headed to the elevator with a black metal chair in my arms.
We headed straight to floor 18. Giggles were endless as we waited for the doors to open. Once the sheets of polished steel opened, we bee-lined it for Michael's cubicle.
The next three minutes saw a flurry of activity. Michael's ergonomic company chair was replaced with a cast iron, frozen metal patio chair. Little did I know, Urgo stole his magnetic name tag which he proudly mounted in front of his cubicle for the world to see. How would he know he belonged in this cubicle? We left him our token greeting. In writing.
"Hi Michael." was scribbled onto a sheet of printing paper with a brown sharpie for Michael to know he was loved. We hope.
Last I heard, Urgo walked by and saw Michael situated on a old, nasty looking brown replacement chair.
Michael 0, Greenhouse 3.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
So, I returned to the titan's floor and descended the stair case with three people this time. Nobu, Urgo, and I donned our best power stride and swung past Michale's cubicle.
"Hi Michael." I had practiced all morning and my tone was spot on. Pretentious and saving face, the boss giving heed to his minions. This time Michael was less spastic and more overwhelmed with confusion, the brows were furrowed more than last time.
"Hi." Michael fired back a monosyllabic greeting alongside an intentful stare. His gaze was purposeful with a dash of desperation. I quickly rounded the corner and began the corporate filler talk. "So I tell Rob all about how I shot a 38 last weekend and he still doesn't believe . . ." it was beautiful.
Best part, Nobu staggered his descent by a few steps and followed up the joined in with a "Heeeyyyy Mikey!" He delivered in a tone of faked familiarity. The tone of the boss who assumes you're best friends since he makes more than you and has a better office.
Within ninety seconds, our day was made and Michael's was ruined as he was left to ponder how all of these young executives know who he is and he knows none of them. Poor, poor Michael.
Michael 0, Greenhouse 2.
"Hi," stammered Micheal with heavily furrowed brows. There was a two second pause.
"How's it goin?" Michael squeaked out.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
We are talking with high schoolers interested in advertising today. Also true = we found Sweet Tea Vodka is way stronger than it tastes.
Great. They'll smell the booze on our breaths as we tell them how hard we work and straight laced the industry is. Meanwhile, these underprivileged kids notice we smell just like Mom and Dad and hope we don't act like them too.
How am I supposed to know if I'm funny when all I get is nervous laughter?
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
After my pre-med days of pouring over classifications of arthropods in biology came to an end, I thought I was done reading boring crap.
I was wrong.
How interesting do you really think it sounds when you say "I'm a cool, laid back girl who likes to have fun." Who doesn't consider themself cool, laid-back, and fun loving? Come on. Say something worth reading.
At least list your allergies so I know something about you instead of the general population's mindset on who you should be. Okay, I actually want you to list your allergies so I can plant them where you live and weed out the lame. One by one.
Also, if match.com profiles are an accurate indicator of America's literacy rate, we're screwed. Between the emoticons and typos, it's not a pretty story. I'll give it two years before text speech takes over all spoken dialect. "Bro, I ROFL'd and LOL'd all over the place." Screwed. We are screwed.
So, I have a story of shame to share. Actually, I have two. One is about the two faced carniwhore, the other is a story of how I gained my own arch-nemesis.
Stay tuned, the arch-nemesis is up first.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Fast forward two months and I finally understand. Sure, it's beautiful but you always see the same thing and the sun reflects off the building to create a magnified sun spot in your eye. As much as I love natural light, I rarely find the effort to pull up all six giant window covers.
Thanksgiving weekend was a great time. Props to Ms Rachel Schwarz for organinzing an army of twelve mid-twenty gobblers. There was food, beer, wine, and multiple rounds of celebrity. Pace, having a mustache doesn't make you a celebrity. Douche.
The rest of the weekend was played out solo. I was uber productive. A very good writer. I left my external at work so I didn't have Zombieland and fifty plus other movies to kill time watching. Unfortunately, Band of Brothers had a two day marathon going. Yes. It dominated my Friday. Sooo good.
I'm rambling and I'm sorry. Odds are you didn't read this far, but if you did. I love you. Stay tuned and I'll throw in some pixels next time. I promise.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Ready? Neither am I. Of course I'm taking pictures, they're the best I've ever snapped. Once I'm back in the states, I'll put the pictures together and post them for you to enjoy. September 30th is the day the pictures will show themselves, write it down.
I sat where the evilest Nazi used to play his violin. I walked around where 27 Elderman were beheaded for starting a revolution. I ate a Czech crepe where a leader of Prague announced they were now a communist country, the list goes on and on. It's fascinating to walk the same cobblestone streets where so much happened. Prague is a great place to write, inspiration is everywhere you look.
I'm so torn right now, I don't have enough time to go see a museum I wanted to see the whole time I've been here. It's called the Pinkas Synagogue in the Jewish part of Prague. During the beginning of the Holocaust, the Nazi's were having a hard time getting adults to work because their kids were so distressed with the brutal living conditions. To solve this, the Nazis brought in a famous Jewish artist to start an art therapy program for the kids. The kids drew everything which tormented them. From what I've heard, the interesting part is the kids drew pictures of happy times and their old homes before the concentration camp. It was their way of saying they missed what was taken away from them. Eventually, the Nazi's figured out a more efficient way of killing Jews with the gas chambers and everything so the Jewish artist was sent to a death camp along with all the kids. Before the artist was shipped off, she hid thousands of the drawings in a special place where it wasn't discovered until long after the war was over. These paintings are on display and they're all these kids ever were able to contribute to the world. Also, there's a room dedicated to the Jewish victims of the Holocaust from Moravia and Bohemia. Every name of the 80,000 who died is written on the wall. All the walls of the room are covered with the names. I've heard it's a powerful experience and I don't have enough time to find out for myself. Scheisse.
Ahh it's already 10:30 over here which gives me two hours. Two hours to get there, check it out, potentially get lost in the city (it's a nightmare to navigate), and make it back to the train station by 12:30. Scheisse. I don't have enough time.
I'm going to have to come back to Prague. I know where to stay for 5 Euro a night with a free breakfast included and I know where the cheapest beer is. Add on the concentration camp visit and the Pinkas museum and it's a worthwhile two day visit.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
It's great, I can be more thankful I wasn't born a decade earlier and forced to watch his music videos featuring him busting moves in overalls.
It's the end of day 1 here in Prague. Day 2, I've seen everything, time to get a tour guide. Of course, Brian and I lucked out and found the free tour with a kick Aussie host. Yes, straight from down under.
Most importantly, I lost a sandal today. It was a good soldier for countless steps on smoother terrains. All the sudden, a little cobblestone comes along and I catch a few times and BOOM no sandal for Matt. Three miles on cobblestone feels like transversing an endless bed of nails. WIth typhoid and multiple other potential diseases waiting to have their way with me.
Prague is beautiful by the way. Stay tuned to see the pictures. Or don't. I don't care. All I want is a clean and typhoid free right foot and I'll be happy. I don't need you as much as I need my right foot.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Saturday started with waking up at 10:34 am. I had to show up for brunch by 11am. Was it worth getting out of bed? Do I fight off the allures of cotton sheets to go out for brunch?
How can you say no to brunch for under 5 euro? I love a good deal, almost as much as I love sleep. It was time to get up. I sprung out of my day bed and threw the sheets across the room. Justin, awoken by the deafening ensemble of ricketing from the day bed made of aged drift wood and fastened by flimsy screws, looked at me with shock and daze.
"Am I dreaming?" Justin's eyes were coated in a pinkish glaze from falling asleep ony a few hours earlier. "Are you seriously awake right now and I'm not?" Before I could answer, his eyes failed to fight off his heavy lids. He pulled the sheets over himself and returned to a deep slumber.
I had to make brunch. I got up and stayed up. Cold shower, grab the keys, sprint down the steep stair case.
Wow, I haven't included any pictures of the apartment have I? I will post them soon.
Back to the story. I rented a bike and furiously pedaled across the park and into the Reperbahn. Park the bike, continue on foot. Past the random German patrons passed out on the cobblestone streets after partying too hard. Keep moving. Past the hookers calling it a night and heading home. Onward to brunch.
Do I know exactly where it is? No. Have I gotten lost for hours before when operating on the same situation? Yes.
Am I screwed? Probably.
Do I have enough time to finish the story right now? Unfortunately I don't.
I love you.