4.23.2008

This just in: computers are not boring.

I keep wanting to write something specifically about working in software but I'm not ready yet. It's too fresh, too unresolved, too fuzzy to make metaphors about yet. There's a post coming in the next week or so about how I feel coming into such a foreign world, but I can't make informed jokes about JAVA just yet. Give me a week.

Here's what I can say, guys: living abroad makes you so strong that you can do ANYTHING. Any freaking thing. On Monday, I sat in a meeting in which I understood approximately 48% of what was happening. I took some notes. I jotted phrases and vocab down. And most importantly, I didn't freak out. Because you know what? I've been in conversations where I've understood far less and lived to tell about it!

I can't even tell you how valuable language skills have been over the past few days. Everyday I learn a few new vocab words (widget, XML, http) and the next day I'm able to follow that much more of the conversations around me. I felt it today in the meeting- my brain would hear something that only two days ago was unfamiliar and today it recognized the signals and let me understand a bit deeper.

The guys (and a few girls!) that I work with are all linguists themselves, no buts about it. I watch them move effortlessly between computer languages all day and they don't even realize how similar they are to the trilingual 4-year olds I was working with at the old job just last week. Coding isn't part of my job, but I have to understand some basic idea of how all of this works, partially because I need to 'get' it to sell it. And partially because it's kind of fascinating.

My dweebification is almost complete. Feel free to mock; at least I made it past Middle School.

4.21.2008

Time flies when you're under-dressed.

I have friends who get massages on a regular basis but until this weekend, I'd never had one. Not officially, anyway, though I've had boyfriends who thought they may have been qualified to give one ("oohhhOWWWW, you're breaking my damn neck!"). All that changed this weekend when I treated myself to a luxurious spa Saturday, complete with full massage via a 200-lb Russian woman.

Anna showed me into the massage room and pointed to a chair, where I was supposed to leave all my clothes and my jewelry. Then I was instructed to lie down on the table under the towel and she would be back in two minutes. "Two minutes, okay?" she said, for emphasis.

So I do everything she says, strip down and start taking out my earrings when one of the earring backs flies off into the abyss. "SHIT," I muttered, now crouched on all fours looking for it. But then I remember. "Two minutes!" The very last thing I want is for Anna to walk in on me crawling around naked on the floor when I am supposed to be gently relaxing on the damn table. I cut my losses, hopped up on the table, and got to work looking peaceful, not with two seconds to spare.

Despite the mini-trauma, the massage ended up as my favorite thing in 2008 so far (and 2007 and 2006...). If you haven't tried one yet (and who are we kidding- if you don't live in New York and you're not Paris Hilton, odds are you haven't...), you absolutely must. I am pretty sure I got close to understanding the universe during those 55 minutes, at least closer than I ever have with Yoga.

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This morning I took the elevator up 30 flights to my first day of work. My ears popped. I felt like I should be served peanuts and a complimentary drink on the way up. The corner office I share with two nice guys gives pretty spectacular views of Manhattan.

Nice background for a travel-loving girl, I'll tell ya...

4.17.2008

The End of an Era

In the days leading up to my High School graduation, everyone was in a fantastic mood. Finals were over, Yearbooks were out, and I remember spending the warm afternoons driving around Yorktown with the windows open. We were SENIORS and we were going to COLLEGE and before that we had one last SUMMER that stretched before us.

There was one guy in our class who was accepted to West Point and, instead of having summer vacation like the rest of us, he was headed to boot camp the day after graduation. That's the way the military works here; they accept you and then they steal you away before a summer of Italian Ices and girls in skirts change your mind.

Tomorrow is my last day at work and I feel like the guy who's headed off to the military the next day. I'm excited for my new job, but so burned out from the past four weeks that I can't even fathom being in another mindset on Monday morning. I tasted summer vacation this afternoon as I drove back to the office after lunch; the windows were down and the radio was blasting and I could almost feel the freedom of the last days of classes.

I scheduled a spa day for Saturday in the hopes of convincing myself that I have more than two days between jobs. Maybe a pedicure and massage will jumpstart my battery. Or if all else fails, there's always tomorrow night's champagne celebration with the girls. Champagne always seems to get things rolling...

4.15.2008

Street Art and the like

Guess what? I walked home from GRAND CENTRAL today. Enjoy some cool shots of random art I saw along the way... and also check out the newest issue of NIFW, published this afternoon!


4.13.2008

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got...

I spent the afternoon with the parents, who seem to be (collectively) losing their marbles. Particularly the Madre. I called her MONTHS ago to tell her that she should put Dad's phone number in her cell listed under ICE (in case of emergency), so that if anything ever happened, emergency people would look in her phone for the ICE number first.

So tonight at dinner we're talking about my new cell phone and the subject of ICE casually comes up...

Mom: ICE? What's that?
Me: You know, it's for emergencies. We talked about this.
Dad: Yeah, I have that in my phone in case I get run over while I'm riding my bike.
Me: MOM. We talked about this! I was crossing 3rd avenue. I distinctly remember the conversation.
Mom: Well there's a funny thing... when you call, it says ICE after your name. I always though that was something to do with your job.
Me: Yeah, Mom. Jen ICE. Cause I'm a RAPPER.

4.12.2008

Happy couples need not apply

Last night, I'm getting ready to go to Leigh's birthday party. iTunes is rocking out with its bad self. Dashboard Confessional comes on.
Me: Would you go to a Dashboard Confessional reunion concert with me*?
Goldie: Wait, did they break up?
Me: No. Maybe. I have no idea. But if they did and then they got back together, would you go?
Goldie: (hesitates) Maybe. But only if I'd just broken up with my boyfriend.
Me: Right, only if your boyfriend cheated on you with your next-door neighbor. Or your sister.
Goldie: That's the only way to be angry enough for their concerts.


*NKOTB is doing a reunion tour and neither Sarah or Goldie want to go. Much to my chagrin.

4.10.2008

I see London

Sarah Gibbs had given me this adorable block set of London while I was visiting her in January and this past weekend I finally got around to cleaning my desk and adding some final touches. Apparently they make versions for New York and Paris; how COOL would it be to have them all, intermingled, hanging out on your desk or your bookshelves or your windowsill?


4.09.2008

Brooklyn Newsletter, Month Four

Dear Brooklyn,

Sometimes when I start these monthly letters, I feel like Posh Spice writing to her son. Can you imagine if she had a blog and wrote to him, documenting the changes and experiences of the past month? "Dear Brooklyn, This month your Daddy made seven trillion dollars by posing in his underwear and appearing on billboards. Love, Posh-Mama."

Well Brooklyn, my Brooklyn, no one I know made seven trillion dollars this month and I sure as hell didn't strip down to my skinnies and smile for Times Square. What did happen this month is that I GOT A NEW JOB and I QUIT MY OLD JOB, two big events that warrant Lifetime for Women movies at some point in my future. My new job is with a software start-up in midtown (my commute drops to 25 minutes instead of 90! score!) and I'll be doing Communications and Marketing for them, among other things yet to be named. Maybe I'll even take photos for them while the company competes in an Iron Chef competition. Oh wait, I already did.

It could have been the warmer weather or the higher ratio of sunny days to cloudy crap, but my camera has gotten a work-out in recent weeks. Spending more time in Manhattan has been giving me the opportunity to take photos in a way that reminds me of living in Paris... it must have something to do with living and working in a big city that accounts for the butt load of inspiration I feel just walking down the street.

I've also been investigating Brooklyn more this month, delving into some unknown parts. Just in time too, because our dear Sarah Mclo has decided to move out at the end of May. She won't be moving that far (and clearly I have no ground to stand on because I pick up and move continents on her all the time). The apartment that she'll be sharing with Justin is within walking distance from our current place, so I feel pretty good about that. Because you never know when an emergency could come up, like "MUST WATCH THE FELICITY BOGGLE EPISODE NOW!" This happens more often than you think.



This month has been busy, socially speaking, and I was lucky enough to brunch with Erica this past weekend and show her around my borough. We've gone in totally different directions since I left Clermont in 2004 and it's a crazy mind-bender to talk with her about where we've been and where we're going. It's also fantastic to hear the news of all of our friends who come from CF; it reminded me of how my uncles catch my Mom up when we go to rural Pennsylvania to visit family. So many of the local legends have remained in our lives (to one extent or another), and catching up on the Promenade connected me back to our beloved Auvergne again.

Maybe it's ironic then that March was the month that Single Saturdays was conceived then. Once in a while, I just get really tired of being by myself and not having another person to plan things with. This feeling hit especially hard a few weeks ago and I realized that there must be so many others out there in this huge city who want to be united, who want to have something to look forward to. By the time I write the next monthly letter, we'll have had our first event and I know it's going to be a raging success, if only because Matthew has promised to attend and show us a little more of his pole-dancing moves that debuted last Saturday night. HOT.

With so much new-ness coming up in the next couple of months, I find myself wanting to hold tighter to the Brooklyn community that I'm starting to truly know. Two nights ago, the man who guards the fruits and vegetables across the street helped me choose the best asparagus and it put a little bounce in my step, knowing that we're on such friendly terms now. Recognizing each other is one thing; examining and choosing vegetables together? Well, we might as well just go ahead and consider ourselves family.


Love,
Jen

4.08.2008

Cinemas and Coffee

So Eliza and I ended up in the Alliance Francaise of New York this evening after work and I became a member on the spot. How did I never know about this place? It's actually a solution to so many of my losing-French-community fears... and did I mention they have free Cinema Tuesdays?

I poked around the CD collection in the library and found some familiar names (Tetes Raides, Dionysos, etc.) and wondered if any of you living in la Francia right now could recommend some modern French music? Leave any and all recommendations in the comments section.

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Disappointment of the week so far was Starbucks' empty promise of a "Venti-surprise" today, nation-wide at noon. What could have been a fantastic event (launched by sneaky, yet clever marketing) ended up being a bust. Notably, in the form of ONE SMALL CUP OF COFFEE PER CUSTOMER. I was so bitter that I made a movie with my camera and wanted to edit it and put it on this blog; unfortunately the quality makes it skip a bit and so I don't think it's going to work out.

A new brown logo and small coffee is not a Venti-surprise, not on any level, folks. Didn't it make you mad?

4.07.2008

Not Native

You know you're among New Yorkers when everyone who enters your subway car takes one look at the dirty balled-up underwear and towel on the floor and keeps on moving, without so much as batting an eyelash.

You know you are a little bit non-New Yorker when you wish you had a sandwich to give to the homeless guy sitting down the subway car, resting his head on his duffel bag to get some sleep. A sandwich or a job.

4.02.2008

Because I'm an over-achiever.

I went and started Single Saturdays, a monthly good time out in New York. Designed to meet fun people. Not designed to piss and moan about being single. Or piss and moan about anything, really.

First one is scheduled for Saturday, May 3.

Are you local? Want to come? Check us out (and email me if you want to be included on the Evites).

4.01.2008

Tuesday, strolling

One day when my kids ask me what I used to do when I was single and hip, I'll tell them that I padded around Brooklyn on weeknights playing with my camera. See more here.