tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81314469693737277512024-02-08T01:07:40.906-05:00MundanityMelaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-28476333775659514882011-05-09T22:39:00.000-04:002011-05-09T22:39:04.313-04:00News Flash: Chicken-less also Means BonelessWhile standing in the vegan friendly freezer section at the grocery store, I noticed a new nugget on the block. Chicken-less buffalo wings, being a fan of spice I was intrigued. I found out a double bonus: in the right hand corner there was a large splash of yellow with bold writing exclaiming: "BONELESS!" It might just be me, but doesn't chicken-less, made with soy already imply "boneless" - I'm pretty sure vegetarians don't request "bone in buffalo wings" at Buffalo Wild Wings. I'd love to know a. who would go through the trouble of putting a bone in a soy nugget and b. where this faux bone would come from.Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-89435888961384210542011-01-17T11:24:00.002-05:002011-01-17T11:25:34.847-05:00MLK to Replace HNYIt is now January, 17th and another holiday is upon us - so maybe this is will enable people to quit saying Happy New Year halfway into January. I don't wish you a Happy Easter in May. And if it is because you just haven't talked to them until mid Jan...they're just not that into you - they didn't even call on NYD to see if you made it through the night (aka the most forced party night of the year, and my personal least fav - if you can't already tell that from this post). <br />
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Maybe since the new holiday of Martin Luther King day is here people will now come to say: "Hope you enjoyed your MLK day" for the next half month.Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-29428427607988673202011-01-11T21:24:00.000-05:002011-01-11T21:24:23.802-05:00Memorandum: Quality TV Night is Tuesday<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">Me: Want to watch a movie? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">Esmerelda: Eh, well Millionaire Matchmaker is on then its Teen Mom </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">Me: Oh, I wasn't aware it was quality TV night</span>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-82135181842532102292011-01-10T20:42:00.000-05:002011-01-10T20:42:05.889-05:00Pigs in a Blanket<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This weekend I was working a catering event, a Bat Mitzvah. I was given a tray of kosher hot dogs in a blanket which is usually a huge crowd pleaser - and it was, for most of the party. I was in a groove, feeling pretty good about getting down to the last 5 apps on my plate - I of course hit up the fat kid to take a few off my hands - then with only 2 left I stop by a little group in the corner that I feared was not getting their fair share of </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">hors d'oeuvres</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. Without looking up (being I was in the passing zone) I exclaimed as loud and as joyful as can be "pigs in a blanket?" On account of seeing no hands reach for my tray, and a feeling of being stabbed through the group's eyes, I looked up to find myself starring at pair of </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Payots under a black top hat, (yup, those curly side burns that orthodox Jewish men have), I then looked down at the 3 boys who are showing signs of their first sidecurls - while the mother remarked in her full length, full sleeve, turtle necked black dress with flat black books: "Uh God get those out of here."</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Needless to say, the Orthodox Jewish guests did not care for Pigs in a Blanke</span>t.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> </span></span></i></span></span>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-6812174994360310832010-12-18T11:00:00.002-05:002010-12-18T12:47:46.430-05:00Age With GraceThere comes an age in a women's life where the dress is just too short and sleeves are no longer an option. 40 is not a time to lose your dignity by wearing a dress found in the BP section of Nordstroms, you have the mom wave - the arms are freckled an it's just not appropriate anymore. Then to pair this little number with knee/over the knee high boots without tights goes over about as well as Sarah Palin running for office, it is just one of those things that should have never happened and that we try to block from our memory (although some scars run deep) - and I don't care if <i>Teen People</i> named them one of the top 10 trendiest boots of the season. And daughters do your mothers a favor by simply telling them to stop raiding their closet because Ann Taylor has plenty of classy trendy clothes that she would look fab in.<br />
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Also, when Usher or Bieber comes on at your holiday party please subside from screaming and grinding in the center of your husband and his friends, because you just can't get low like you used.<br />
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Time and a place ladies - age with grace.Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-36152789654418449392010-12-15T06:07:00.005-05:002010-12-15T06:21:27.294-05:00Santa Con, A Completely Ridiculous NYC Bucket Lister.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>A nationwide event where you dress as the jolly father of Christmas and crawl from bar to bar in your respective city - starting at 10A going until that ol' bowl full of jelly cannot fit another spiked egg nog. There are designated meeting spots throughout each city where the Santas (and Harry Hanukkahs) converge for an annual convention. They then look to their leader for guidance as to what watering hole will be first on Santa's list (also the drop spot for the canned food drive - giving one the right to say they were technically part taking in a fundraiser convention on Saturday....nice). And then "Santa's on the Move...."<br />
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Thousands of Santa's take the the streets, and if there was ever a time to "hide yo kids" (as Antoine Dodson would put it) it would be Santa Con Saturday. I'm sure Santa believers were incredibly confounded with questions when they saw a sea of red suits. Elves could be understandable, being we all know they make the toys and there are multiple - as we are taught through classic movies, sweatshops and word of mouth on the playground, but there is only one man that plays the role of Saint Nicholas. <br />
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Not only is the pure amount of Santas confusing but as they day wears on there were beards on the ground, (confirming any suspicions that Santa's beard was fake last year), girls who slutted the Santa suit putting themselves on the Naughty list and inevitably by the end of the night what looked like some beard on beard action. Bringing me to my next point of this event being the most random/awkward place to participate in a stray-dog hook up - could you imagine hooking up with someone and he later had to put on his red suit and hat to do the walk of shame - or even worse you had to do it? <br />
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Confusing as it may be, as ridiculous as it may be, it may even strip children of the magical belief of Santa....it is definitely a NYC bucket lister.<br />
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</tbody></table>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-7118650880704047592010-12-05T13:35:00.001-05:002010-12-05T13:36:37.607-05:00Rock Bottom FKA The HulkIt is fair to say the Hogan family has had its fair share of ups and downs. From Nick driving under the influence and then looking to monetize on it to Linda showing interest in someone who could've went to high school with the Biebs. Now, finally we have something that sums up the entire Hogan demise in less than a minute through a holiday ad for Rent-A-Center. <br />
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</div><div>Here we see the Hulk as an elf which looks like a replica of the "Buddy"costume from <i>Elf</i>, but made for a 5 year old - RAC probably bought the child's size because they didn't have the budget to afford an adult's size. Now, it's no secret the Hulk enjoys a tightly fitted ensemble, but usually it is sported while he is in the center of the rink while thousands show their fanship with eyes glued to the TV, rather than an ad that would put shame to even the Lohan family - who has seen more shame in recent years than most families do in a lifetime. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Ladies and gentlemen - I present to you "Rock Bottom" - formally know as "The Hulk." </div><div><br />
</div><div>(Picture coming soon).</div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-42166214715321708092010-11-30T19:18:00.000-05:002010-11-30T19:39:24.348-05:00Pizza Eaters: No Loitering<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8PjaNh1m_ylwVfA6M7hrIyr2GeXAYEtc8MjzVKKN-TcPZxjp7RIbA7g754HCNBpWlrRlfQcWKeo9OEs3yC6hWeV-DakDkUsLwGV377jXyXI1C5nU623fcxQBw6kDN2_e51das7f_Tf0/s1600/PB270670.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8PjaNh1m_ylwVfA6M7hrIyr2GeXAYEtc8MjzVKKN-TcPZxjp7RIbA7g754HCNBpWlrRlfQcWKeo9OEs3yC6hWeV-DakDkUsLwGV377jXyXI1C5nU623fcxQBw6kDN2_e51das7f_Tf0/s320/PB270670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545505714264093218" /></a><div>Reallllly? A time limit as to how long I can spend enjoying my pizza? I get the picture, New Yorkers do things quick - walk, talk, work, etc. quick - but I refuse to see pizza eating thrown into this category. For the most part I appreciate the efficiency of New York dwellers - but there is no such thing as efficiency when it comes to eating pizza being there is no way you are consuming based on doctor's orders, for it is a dish of cheese, carbs and grease and most likely you are with company (I hope you are anyways) and therefore it should be a cherished event - not rushed.</div><div><br /></div><div>I really don't like the "NO LOITERING," it implies that you are doing something wrong, when really you are just being a patron of the establishment. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also is the 20 minute time limit proportionate to how many slices you get, for example if I get 3 slices am I given a grace period of 30 minutes - not only do I need time to savor my NYC thin crust pizza but I also have to snap myself out of my minor food coma before reviving myself. On that note, does it matter how many people you're with - is every person allotted 20 minutes - therefore a group of 3 would amass 60 minutes? Or is it 20 minutes per pizza session per group based upon trips to the counter. So many questions, so little time. </div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-33500903140377455422010-11-16T18:51:00.001-05:002010-11-16T18:58:19.086-05:00About Right<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbiioZe0cROd_KME8L8rAaeKL91rlraBS7KGClxKYe74RH_zWU34jyNMJepNY6ui3__e8LeuobWLGDZhBZqLsKpJDCafF8XzPNl-22w2TeXJ5kfHZtn8GkoXxSpJPLr-GIw6aBIjvcI44/s1600/Palin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbiioZe0cROd_KME8L8rAaeKL91rlraBS7KGClxKYe74RH_zWU34jyNMJepNY6ui3__e8LeuobWLGDZhBZqLsKpJDCafF8XzPNl-22w2TeXJ5kfHZtn8GkoXxSpJPLr-GIw6aBIjvcI44/s320/Palin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540301007124524466" /></a><div><br /></div>Calling all lipstick wearing hockey moms, S. Palin has a plan to revive the American economy and needs your help....I really don't understand how she lost. <div><br /></div><div>It makes sense because she can probably see the North Pole from her backyard and has been discussing this plan with Santa for quite some time - Oh no, wait a minute maybe by working for Santa she means working for McCain? They do have some similarities such as the white hair, the elderliness - That seems about right...nice metaphor Palin. </div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-86322612612457355692010-11-16T08:01:00.000-05:002010-11-16T08:08:47.676-05:00Parent's Bragging Rights<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixg-kLtrbYHcsz4zl86DLhKKJ2p39C0gK3rTcusdsTwkwQAKhQEjojtxzV7vEUBPwdPWohLP_CLazIgMcnTFpmAmabpW5KKSyxWvFAwPjDnxsGvSU1s3ny7UGc3mnyE0M8_udAlFnO61s/s1600/Proud+Parent.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixg-kLtrbYHcsz4zl86DLhKKJ2p39C0gK3rTcusdsTwkwQAKhQEjojtxzV7vEUBPwdPWohLP_CLazIgMcnTFpmAmabpW5KKSyxWvFAwPjDnxsGvSU1s3ny7UGc3mnyE0M8_udAlFnO61s/s320/Proud+Parent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540133478010893506" /></a><div><br /></div>As if the traditional "My Kid Made the Honor Roll...Proud Parent" bumper stickers aren't annoying enough, now there are parents who feel left out of the bumper sticker achievers club and are therefore resorting to this, which really reads "My Kid was Too Dumb to Make the Honor Roll...Period." This couldn't fit on a bumper sticker, therefore "Proud Parent...Period" was created for all those soccer moms who feel left out of the bragging rights society that is held every Saturday at the sidelines of their kid's games....who is most likely riding the pine while the honor roll students dominate the field...but don't worry, because the are a "Proud Parent...Period." <div><br /></div><div>(Please pardon the finger obstruction in the bottom right). </div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-19807786279091236862010-11-08T20:48:00.001-05:002010-11-08T20:52:50.180-05:00NYC has Everything Even...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQPISHeQFhXqTxSNl4sKYZJHO58UETw9ygrZLQUSoRbzENn6CLU2O1nqGSsIzXGVzgCzj6LvwxKk7lzl7fhsqeOZ3jK0PnJ6uo0xGe5nJ60fqb4aOSOHNMA1sEp6T2LhD5CI0exJU1mQ/s1600/IMG_0437.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQPISHeQFhXqTxSNl4sKYZJHO58UETw9ygrZLQUSoRbzENn6CLU2O1nqGSsIzXGVzgCzj6LvwxKk7lzl7fhsqeOZ3jK0PnJ6uo0xGe5nJ60fqb4aOSOHNMA1sEp6T2LhD5CI0exJU1mQ/s320/IMG_0437.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537361622967296274" /></a><div>They say one of the great things about NYC is that there is nothing you want that the city doesn't have...including Mobile Mammograms....for every girl walking down the street who feels like hopping onto a sketchy Winnebago with tinted windows for her examination.</div><div><br /></div><div>Brought to you by the council of New York in conjunction with the creepers of the city who didn't feel like going through med-school and decided to work remotely instead. </div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-54562443655503130552010-11-07T19:46:00.000-05:002010-11-07T20:01:49.780-05:00Buzz Kill.Apparently NYC Forever 21 stores do not allow beverages. <div><br /></div><div>Forever 21 security: "Mam, you're going to have to throw that away no beverages are allowed in the store."</div><div><br /></div><div>Mel: "Oh no, it's fine it's just coffee." (being it was 11AM I would think this was a given, and at this point I was a little offended they thought it'd be anything else).</div><div><br /></div><div>Forever 21 security: "No mam, you're not allowed to have any beverages while shopping."</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Just a real f-ing buzz kill on my winter wardrobe shopping event. </div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-56040059008400018282010-11-05T18:30:00.000-04:002010-11-06T16:01:00.001-04:00Bacon. Flavored. Soda.<div style="text-align: left;">Bacon Flavored Soda. My main concern is whether this comes in diet or not, because if I am shameless enough to buy Bacon Flavored soda...it better not have any calories, because clearly anyone interested in consuming bacon flavored pop is highly concerned with calorie count.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Secondly, when will this be available via soda fountains, I'd really be interested in ordering it as a back chase on a Friday night. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thirdly the manufactures of this fine beverage should look into providing it at KFC, as I see it being perfect company for the "Double Down," and I'm sure the consumers interested in the Double Down have been dreaming of the day bacon would take liquid form for quite some time. </div><div><br /></div><div>WTF. Really? Bacon Flavored Soda?</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhij0bvoJFwsKTal7YedPLU9gm8w64rWaCKW0d8zn6cAdPRRdUGW-ub5YzgLrdejh8Xy_0eR3SXpFKSlxnOV2TvO0dlrpZHep3w-mNjQO3fxls83iEsT-MMAaIy_tsk5moHqdX00LMmo5g/s320/baconx-wide-community.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536198530753617250" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-72805798747082429542010-11-04T19:01:00.000-04:002010-11-04T19:07:17.289-04:00LES, More Specific PleaseToday I remembered where I was from when someone texted me asking if I wanted to go to LES. Thinking LES was slang for the lesbian part of town, I declined.<div><br /></div><div>An hour later I found out LES is an acronym for the Lower East Side. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-4560402544482402192010-10-05T07:28:00.000-04:002010-10-05T07:40:22.835-04:00Just Dance...In FlightNot only is Lady Gaga blasting from the nightlife scene...but now she has made her meat wearing self into an airline entity by providing the background music for a Safety Dance on Cebu Pacific Air which creates a new requirement for stewardesses...the ability to just dance. <div><br /></div><div>Right about when you lie your head down to take that in flight snooze Gaga will make her way into your life yet again you will see a miniature coordinated safety routine, I'm just hoping they display it on the television screens in case you do not have a good view from your seat. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's good that airlines are focused on creating dance routines for safety videos, personally that was always my biggest complaint while flying, forget the delays and hours at security, the mechanical difficulties that cause delays, Im always just thinking..."why isn't the safety demonstration more involved and fun," I'm at least glad they are using their money in positive ways. It makes flying fun right....makes you forget the reason you're being shown this demo is in the unlikely event of a crash...in which that thin strap is imperative for your survival...I mean if you're not wearing it...you have no chance....but securing that flimsy piece of cloth really ups your survival percentage. </div><div><br /></div><div>Safety Dance:</div><div><a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNf6H2N9qLM">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNf6H2N9qLM</a> </div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-59631150898131115682010-10-04T19:51:00.000-04:002010-10-04T20:27:27.368-04:00That Might Have Been Weird<div style="text-align: left;">Apparently Michael Jackson, you know the late King of Pop, wanted to make a musical based upon the Harry Potter books. There is no argument saying this would have been an entertaining, cash cow, piece of entertainment...but I think it did raise some questions as to what the King of Pop's motives were...J.K. Rowling may or may not have thought the same thing when she turned down the offer. Were his motives to produce and create what would have undoubtedly been one of the greatest (in my Harry Potter loving/huge respect for MJ<i> as an artist</i> opinion) entertainment pieces of all time...or were his motives to simply lure young ones into his proximity. I guess no matter how incredible the musical was...it would've always had that shadow behind it...somewhat unfortunate because it would have been a collaboration of 2 of the most creative minds of our time in a synergy of music, moonwalking and fantasy that would've blown Glee out of the water (even the highest rated to-date Brittany/Britney episode). Too bad MJ made a few too many of his fantasies a reality.</div><div><br /><div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWkg2KtPCZ6WoZrKtutQdTpU1nkAKNIWXUWTutsoM06HFAgoKZzg-LxG2OcXz9cAA8GtBPqW1-ItlOfq2QSLTgW6xfw3XNTmL5m0Mx1_MUBH_5BYzo5q7gXyA2WyWUoJOVXFYVEuFQZ2s/s320/michael-jackson-is-madman2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524349902380530978" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1DoGkR-aftapR_PydAJPadzwUdY356YKvEGH_o5rFreWA_YJ37FuNHlqAYsyqAxP9vmmwMOJV6iDOSwzAiNWoE_XM4SDhpPScNcGluuudpqkRLeWns4St9J2ccMrgEI-AQY-YGXOb9Y/s320/Harry+Potter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524350134720182274" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Rowling Article:</div><div><a href="http://http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jeremy-binckes/oprah-and-jk-rowling-two-_b_749206.html">http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jeremy-binckes/oprah-and-jk-rowling-two-_b_749206.html</a></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-46628965266614965122010-10-01T08:21:00.000-04:002010-10-01T13:20:35.857-04:00Naked Cowboy Really Setting Stage for Presidency"Today, in defense of individual liberty, I am announcing my canidacy for the 2012 election for the Office of the President of the United States of America." - The Naked Cowboy.<br /><br />And just like that it all makes sense....All those years strumming that guitar, barring his patriotic decorated set of booty shorts for all the world to see...who knew the fabled Naked Cowboy was just setting the stage for his presidential candidacy. Does he finally have enough tourist money to go through with a campaign, and if so will his name appear as follows First name "Naked Cowboy" Last name? If he does not do this I fear people will not know him by his birth name.<br /><br />He may be brighter than we think on his site (nakedcowboy.com) the gent claims to spend at least 4 hours a day reading and writing....about 1/2 of what most Americans do during their 8 hour work day. Oh and wait a minute....he reads no less than 50 books a year.<br /><br /><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK2NcQK7hjvyYK2pVdepeNYTom3vC8Il09hqwaG1QoLGBYxr3h7ADw9nq3GOP5BmBWacLHJQNxUQxHFfKykoJq2R7cZ88wI_sAvYszXV12jVDQqi9u9CExRXOsJ1hjIhDYGcEDO_aDykE/s1600/Naked+Cowboy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523053950646833330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK2NcQK7hjvyYK2pVdepeNYTom3vC8Il09hqwaG1QoLGBYxr3h7ADw9nq3GOP5BmBWacLHJQNxUQxHFfKykoJq2R7cZ88wI_sAvYszXV12jVDQqi9u9CExRXOsJ1hjIhDYGcEDO_aDykE/s400/Naked+Cowboy.jpg" /></a><br />I think America finally has a president we can agree all get behind. I can just see rallies now...supporters all sporting the famous patriotic booty shorts.... </p><p><br />If only the Naked Cowboy can swindle Sarah Palin onto his ticket as VP....then I think the White House will finally see its dream team....<br /><br />The official public announcment will come 10/6/10 in Times Square, but for now you can check out <a href="http://www.nakedcowboy.com/">http://www.nakedcowboy.com/</a> to start researching the potential future father of our country....(with this news I think I finally realize things have gone a bit down hill in the US).<br /><br />CNN Naked Cowboy Article<br /><a href="http://http//ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-497068?ref=feeds%2Foncnn">http://http//ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-497068?ref=feeds%2Foncnn</a><br /><br /><a href="http://http//www.cnn.com/video/#/video/offbeat/2010/09/30/moos.naked.cowboy.for.president.cnn?hpt=C2"></a></p>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-43832994819182679692010-08-24T20:48:00.000-04:002010-08-24T22:50:11.993-04:00Moment of Glory138 resume/cover letters, 4 coast-coast plane tickets, 37+ job seeking trips into the City, 4 subscriptions to job sites, 22 linkedin messages....oh and countless hours of bitching later I finally got <i>the</i> job. I am fortunate enough in this day to have landed my dream job (according to my where-I should-be-at-this-age-in-order-to-get-where-I-want-to-be-without-a-SugarDaddy...am open to this idea-plan). My rate of return on resumes sent and actual interviews is a whopping .014%...I got 2 interviews from my 138 resumes....and I was not applying for VP jobs....these were admin assistant, I'll order your lunch for you kind of jobs. (I've never been a numbers gal...so you might want to check the calc on that rate of return, actually I don't even know if you can apply that here). <div><br /></div><div>Everyone said you have to know someone...and unfortunately...great as he is...my dad does not have the last name of Proctor or Gamble. So I tried this. Around lunch time I would venture around buildings that housed companies I wanted to work at. I pulled the old "do you know of a good bagel place around here?" Usually this led to a disgruntled point in some non-specific direction, other times it led to a business card, I obtained a fair amount of business cards/contacts thanks to this method (in your face people who voted me most shy in Jr. High). And the excitement and promise always ended with an e mail from my fellow bagel connoisseur reading "Melanie, your resume looks great, I will pass it along, I will be in contact with you within a week." A week of hope would go by and I would chalk it up to my contact's blood relative needing a job, or a Wharton graduate squeezing me out....understood. </div><div><br /></div><div>But now all bitching and moaning has ceased, because believe it or not the company I got a job with did that thing where they keep your resume on file after you've applied there....I always thought this was just a line until low and behold I get a call for an interview. I get the position description e-mailed to me and if I could have written my own job description...this would have been it. I interviewed four times, and after three weeks and throughly analyzing my every gesture and everything that was said, I get an offer call. It was one of the greatest, happiest moments of my life...one of those times you truly realize everything in this universe does indeed happen for a reason. (To be honest....I sure was proud of myself, I immediately played Empire State of Mind...how lame of me.) My apologies for going heartfelt on you...but it was as good as a five year old who still believes in Santa getting a puppy for Christmas....maybe better. </div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-27973961211852519022010-06-02T12:35:00.001-04:002010-06-02T12:54:23.481-04:00NobleMen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh05Ydki2Y2t17JIjhdNX2EoxRdYKdUa6-efOqbWVRxdO3XdKXimJsZO9vxpRXlZpLIwZ54r_68LeLGM4AB3YigYRvEbu1xzYjvlwjBILr2UKKCNtiloTxVx3ipGMhPUvTupjr9FGHabrY/s1600/P5180333.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh05Ydki2Y2t17JIjhdNX2EoxRdYKdUa6-efOqbWVRxdO3XdKXimJsZO9vxpRXlZpLIwZ54r_68LeLGM4AB3YigYRvEbu1xzYjvlwjBILr2UKKCNtiloTxVx3ipGMhPUvTupjr9FGHabrY/s400/P5180333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478216467761515394" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I'm thinking that these statues could have been situated in a less compromising position. As they are most likely some sort of historical figure I don't think they would have liked their statue to be described/remembered as "you know that one when you look at it from the back to looks like....."Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-77886751310034939752010-06-01T15:43:00.001-04:002010-06-01T16:04:42.396-04:00We Don't Respect Signs Like We Used To.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoI328iEcDKF9byjk6RKIwBLOZUqzRJP_oX7O9FzQxZVpWQd5kKpaLi6mghMQej_erIog-JgkJil7Di0AJx62SmWoxlvVjxbpkMoUj8hlbwRI_dVrptZ3wY5EsAgpiz7YTX5km2SZRUo/s1600/P5310352.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoI328iEcDKF9byjk6RKIwBLOZUqzRJP_oX7O9FzQxZVpWQd5kKpaLi6mghMQej_erIog-JgkJil7Di0AJx62SmWoxlvVjxbpkMoUj8hlbwRI_dVrptZ3wY5EsAgpiz7YTX5km2SZRUo/s400/P5310352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477896900792983282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3amlWL7oAMyEZ5L-zRE9dY5oJCQ86GhyZC12QtwAYnM2vLpQNo7nsDKj9VlDZumT07LpWnAd9fj6Tz4lgJVqr9ztwgkg2jYugvtdjqMlwrobFLqPp8cE_7JyrFwapgfCV8jeRF17994E/s1600/P5310351.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3amlWL7oAMyEZ5L-zRE9dY5oJCQ86GhyZC12QtwAYnM2vLpQNo7nsDKj9VlDZumT07LpWnAd9fj6Tz4lgJVqr9ztwgkg2jYugvtdjqMlwrobFLqPp8cE_7JyrFwapgfCV8jeRF17994E/s400/P5310351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477896713796576834" /></a>An example of fine of up-standing citizens just taking a break from the hustle of life on the steps Grand Central, despite intimidating signage regulated by NYPD, the steps provide a last minute haven for these exhausted individuals. <div><br /></div><div>Shocking...but I guess the New York City police force has better things to worry about than a few stair sitters. </div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-64414386360899563892010-05-21T19:37:00.000-04:002010-05-21T20:12:57.258-04:00Stevie Knows Best<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJHTZgM9YPxNDYpHXSqcmuHu7CjL0s6vIy6785mHCsxAmi4HlpvRo3FJDWzFcPc55kWfe8q4IN2r6_t_tGTvtjhGk-q0KU43GHc3BYOMFgHAuhlBXSdDz21OQOlzF0lp11aCeBZrZ4OA/s1600/9003.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJHTZgM9YPxNDYpHXSqcmuHu7CjL0s6vIy6785mHCsxAmi4HlpvRo3FJDWzFcPc55kWfe8q4IN2r6_t_tGTvtjhGk-q0KU43GHc3BYOMFgHAuhlBXSdDz21OQOlzF0lp11aCeBZrZ4OA/s400/9003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473877027873548050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbk4kjSmy6AtmlPamZqe9Ni_4vRfAeRWKL5hM20aq0Cv12ytj9apepg6AQJl_js3b07bzEbeabrtkYecN6yoese1bK18FBidi20LzLzztHwOLcR4BrLCKOThW9GJVi9vFBDcgGRBOsSuU/s1600/Stevie+Says+No.jpg"><br /></a></div>Bottom line, I love this ad. From the use of the respectable Stevie Wonder in place of a hospital room to the denim jacket. It's simply great. That is all there is to say.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-41493936708942010052010-05-18T22:32:00.001-04:002010-05-19T00:29:37.256-04:00The Webs SOME Weave (If you have no interest in The Hills, not for you)<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I don't think all the crystals in all of the world could heal Speidi, Spencer and Heidi Pratt that is. This season on </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Hills</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, (yes I watch the girls who coined the phrase "I feel like..," and have become famous due to their talent of sipping Starbucks and tanning, oh and driving BMW's, not going to lie - envy their lifestyle)...anyways this season it is official Mr. & Mrs. Pratt have checked into Crazytown.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Spencer wears more crystals than found in all the caves in North America combined, not to mention more obnoxious rings than all the Sopranos family members. Heidi has confessed that Barbie was essentially her model for her 10 plastic surgeries, which, as her step-father so clearly stated, left her looking frozen. Tonight the pair took their new found obsession of new age healing to a whole new level - let me just say they are one step away from being the Jehovah Witnesses who go door to door attempting to spread the story of Jesus. The only difference is Speidi decided to start preaching the miracles of new medicine at a club in Hollywood when meeting up with some of their "pals." (They are clearly great advocates for this lifestyle because their lives are the epitome of perfection and serenity.) They arrived not only drenched in mafia rings but LARGE crystals (note the plural) adorning them like ornaments on a Christmas tree - each carrying a different "power" with it. My favorite that Heidi mentioned was the one that protects you while you're in a war torn area, because clearly you need that in a club in Hollywood. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3kF0vfuCiUawp6S607waED-h4GelskNdhWbDA2nF4N3qFQr_Z0O1zEStnzRn7sNzeNBOBB0oDKtnbR8N1J_bAAkWv9yW48IyGb0BHLu7B9W5SKEoSiFbc1lGDzdPVKfdiL6lc_jjTWZE/s1600/5.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3kF0vfuCiUawp6S607waED-h4GelskNdhWbDA2nF4N3qFQr_Z0O1zEStnzRn7sNzeNBOBB0oDKtnbR8N1J_bAAkWv9yW48IyGb0BHLu7B9W5SKEoSiFbc1lGDzdPVKfdiL6lc_jjTWZE/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472810167103810498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Note in this picture the multiple rings, crystal in hand-obviously warding off all bad things/negative energy & spirits, necklaces, tye-dye shirt, hemp bracelets and serial killer-esqe eyes. Photo from: The Hollywood Gossip)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzGofw-bQrHI_Do7Y3Cg0B_Pzq-dqcxbxSTFONhfXrt0ueYiaVy1ZG-m_SPjwQ1n0KmTfTEZlXelNARtiWk2nVgNDM4G0idxBJIZU6jCs1xsecV0TR4NUjsctD228lHnxvbhoQKY5_hyphenhyphen8/s1600/SPENCER+PRATT.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I think it is safe to say the events of Speidi no longer classify as "reality" TV, because they are so far away from reality. And I truly feel sorry for anyone who has witnessed them drift first hand the way we have seem them do on </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Hills </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to fulfill our entertainment needs. </span></div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-87936599781515981902010-05-09T20:05:00.001-04:002010-05-09T20:28:09.758-04:00Karma<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Since his comeback to the world of golf Tiger has been playing sub par (to do a little play on words) to his normal athletic abilities. He has dropped out of the The Player Championship because of his neck problems that could be a complication of his car accident in November. He has not had a history of neck problems, knee issues he has had, but he has not been shooting the ball as far and has finally figured out the problem....his neck issue is just now taking a precedence in his life since November. </div><div><br /></div><div>He says that he has been playing through it and cannot do so any longer, yes I am still talking about his golf game not his personal life. But now that I mention it, I know that everyone says that what Mr. Woods does in his personal life does not affect him as a golfer and I absolutely agree. But now that his neck has been acting up, it may be time to examine all possibilities here. I mean logically, the car accident was in November, he has had multiple mistresses of many ages, he is 34 - I think it only proper to question the sexual practices of these rondevues with the mistresses. What exactly were they doing and at any point did Tiger say that a particular maneuver hurt his neck, something like "it just doesn't bend that way anymore" - (in relation to his neck). I'm just saying, it is possible he was doing some activities that compromised the mobility/health of his neck. And we all know Karma sure can be a bitch.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYkOrS7-oy9gxD0SftYgdVwdSO00tnSyNqh5r-9q-s0JjGOQv_bxY7_0k6BG8hfsCYC11w8BGlgvtVdaFCzis-yilNLLeR02inz6w-32OEAtHDGa_evl3Q78iueVlEmnccD-WBU9Hcic/s320/Discouraged+Tiger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469431377632587090" /><div><br /></div><div>(Photo above from:http://www.obit-mag.com/media/image/tiger-woods-knee-injury-golf-pain-vl-vertical.jpg)</div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-39239206478532053832010-05-05T23:22:00.000-04:002010-05-05T23:34:24.058-04:00Confession: AwkwardWell. Honestly, I am a little awkward, ok pretty awkward. I have recently moved to the east coast, and have been putting social mel in hibernation a bit while I look for work. Today was the first time I had the opportunity to go out socially with a group of girls for the first time. It was with a cousin and her friends about my age, I thought super, its Cinco de Mayo, why not. So I go. At first I fear I am giving the impression of a stuck up bitch from CA due to my lack of input into the conversation, in my defense I was voted softest speaker in 6th grade. <div><br /></div><div>There was a moment of silence. At this juncture I take it upon myself to bring up a conversation topic, so naturally I bring up how it is unfair to compare Chicago deep dish style pizza to NY style pizza. I launch into to a rather detailed account of each of the pies and then into how they are two completely different forms of meal in and of themselves. Being a food connoisseur I was excited about the topic and did not realize I was dominating the conversation the entire time, while others at the table exchanged nervous glances with one another, with the expression of who the f is she in their eyes. I then decide it was best to quickly wrap up the conversation, but to do so I has to finish my points or else I would've have had no courage or gusto in my "profound" argument, and hence the theory would not have been spread to their friends. </div><div><br /></div><div>Immediately after I took a large gulp of water wishing it was something stronger, I noticed how awkward it was to start a conversation about a pizza comparison with people who are practically strangers. Thus, I will not hold my breath waiting for "the girls" to call me this weekend - they must be thinking if I was like that sober I must be a horrible drunk. </div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131446969373727751.post-85023655546913087192010-04-23T20:13:00.000-04:002010-04-30T12:01:07.428-04:00Its Modern.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisijFX-_ZaKgYJQvOpW_jd4barddsJRYRAGSfYEUPLxbeg9HilIY1rEHClsPkTYltbnWbkmwxx6CrQDHKHXXg8I9b-oEijbyzrZKp2oLSYfvahzvZA0oHpvHRlo8LEqSIV9XTx6nxQzZA/s1600/P4100249.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisijFX-_ZaKgYJQvOpW_jd4barddsJRYRAGSfYEUPLxbeg9HilIY1rEHClsPkTYltbnWbkmwxx6CrQDHKHXXg8I9b-oEijbyzrZKp2oLSYfvahzvZA0oHpvHRlo8LEqSIV9XTx6nxQzZA/s320/P4100249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465961089193430530" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Last week I ventured to MoMA - the Museum of Modern Art. I can probably name three artists in the history of art, Andy Warhol, Da Vinci and Picasso - so let me start by saying this is how well versed in art culture I am.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>After seeing Exit Through the Gift Shop, I probably have a greater respect for street art as art than some of the pieces, and </div><div>displays throughout MoMA. For example I came to a room that had framed pieces of "white space," as the showcased works. To me they looked like canvases in a black frame hung with not thought to walls. Then at the end of the room there was a CRAYON drawing of a blue snake (using only one crayon as the medium) that I'm pretty sure was dug up from my kindergarten artwork collection. What was even more amazing while I was staring at these pieces "taking them in for all their glory" was there were multiple groups that strolled by commenting on how profound and insightful these canvases were. I have to believe they were just saying that because that is what you are supposed to say in an art museum. Calling these works profound would be like saying Snookie is a credible actress - according to my non-artistic eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div>That being said, there was one art in "motion" piece I could just not wrap my head around. I did not see what part about the piece required artistic talent - as you will find the further you read, any 3 year old who has competed in a starring contest could've made this "work of art." There were two ladies sitting at a table in the middle of the square with lights beaming down on them simply staring at one another, completely stone faced. They sit like this for 8 hours a day for 3 months - no bathroom or food breaks. The signage around their display indicated the she was a pioneer in this "exciting" field, I figure she is a pioneer because who else would want to subject themselves to feeling like a goldfish for 8 hours a day for three months. (Note that the lady in red is the pioneer artist and the other is a volunteer - which raises questions about sanity in and of itself about the volunteer). I mean with everyone watching them in their closed off space they had to have had similar thoughts to what my goldfish Otis thinks on a day to day basis. The good news is that as a spectator you are part of the art - so I am more than thrilled to say that I assisted in blazing the trail for this new found art form. Another thing I found odd was they were not even sitting in Lazy Boys, or recliners - but small, hard, wooden chairs.</div><div><br /></div><div>Apparently this is a well respected form of art amongst the community who have a developed right side of the brain. My cousin who is an art major went into class only to hear about this wonderful display at the MoMA entitled "The Artist is Present." I am glad that there are people who are able to respect artwork like this. All I can say about it that it's modern. (With all due respect if this is the way modern art is going, I'll stick to Banksy and his street art - I see the flava in that.)</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-SN0LrPF0Yo0oQ0Lve_e18kPjS_YTXFkZdZX7pmaECWOQ8meci6MwGpp95cRiQdxsRZeNC655NOHSfsenUkHHsMG_Dk6cmjxm0AWFVZ0_B3eSRYeKKPOafWiTP_nN35RNP3NGQC_p-o/s320/P4100240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465959648022594786" /><div><br /></div></div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04494948705376863773noreply@blogger.com0