photo credit: melbietoast2009
Update on the situation of weirdness yesterday in the apartment building: When I came home from the gym last eve I saw a mattress propped up outside for garbage collectors with a huge burn-hole in it. Which explains why the lobby smelled kinda … singed.
Apartment living! You think you can trust your neighbors not to burn the place down, and then you find out the truth.
photo credit: whatmeworry101
Boozing (particularly wine drinking) has to be one of the best things in the world that humanity can do for itself. Pour me a delicious Gruner or seven the evening after a stressful day and I will fall into your arms and heave a great sigh of contentment. Assuming you have arms.
That’s why something like this disturbs me to my very core.
In celebration of all this turkey biz-nizz, our most disturbing Alaskan frenemy—yes, I’m speaking of she-who-must-not-be-named—ran herself a race.
No, sillies! Not that kind of race. Please, never again that kind of race.
The party was good. Conversation flowed like the fine wine we quaffed, and I didn’t even need to mention yoga. I woke up with a matted tangle of hair on the back of my head rivaling the teasing in Olivia Newton-John’s mane after she went all bad-Sandy: “Tell me about it, stud.”
And my head still hurts, and it’s almost 5 pm. Which means, like I said, party was good.
Poor Filippa Hamilton!
First, Ralph Lauren decides to perform photoshop surgery on her rib cage because, well, in fashion, rib cages are OUT.
photo credit: Kevin Labianco
I’m in D.C. now. Yeah, YUD gets around. Why not? I have the time.
At any rate, D.C. is the town that I lived in as an undergraduate, attending the refined Jesuit institution known as Georgetown, despite the fact that I am neither Catholic nor religious. One of the best things about being taught by priests, however, besides the consistency of their dress code and lack of temper tantrums, was that they were endlessly forgiving.
Before I realized that I was really just not a morning person, I took a series of 8:15 and 8:30 classes, among them Chinese (don’t ask). And I would inevitably do the nod & bob for half the class and intermittently fall asleep. My notes from that period were a trail of scrawl.
photo credit: vic15
In the last 24 hours, I have gotten the last 3 emails. (I’ve gotten more than just 3 emails, don’t worry, but let’s focus on these for a moment.)
I mean, of course, we all get spam. Generally I don’t even open it. But in this case, I was intrigued. Maybe bored. The names seemed oddly familiar. The subject lines compelling. Maybe they were unconventional job offers!
At any rate, I opened them.
Now here’s a job that I think may interest some of you! (Whori, you were always good at torture, right? And devouring?)
TK Co. is looking for an experienced fashion writer to join our team as Editor of Coutorture. If you wait impatiently for Fashion Week to arrive, devour the runway images as soon as they are available, know what all the trends will be before they hit stores, and have relevant fashion writing experience, then you have the passion and skills we’re looking for.
PS. You guys might consider also hiring a Copy Dominatrix.
photo credit: Whatsername?
Stumbled onto the copy job below this evening and, because YUD is here for you and has time and even a weird penchant for maths and such every now and again (must be an ME thing), she’s just going to point out that in order to make $25 per hour on $3.50 an article, you will need to be copy editing (and fact-checking, in some cases) 7.1428571 articles per hour.
Which, assuming these articles are more than 100 words apiece, or the copy editors desired do not have superhuman speed reading powers, is kinda crazy. We didn’t even do that at my last weekly! And I might rather scoop poo, to tell the truth. (Good arm workout.)
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m generally not out to make enemies (it just happens, okay?). And I like a cool $100 in my little pink wallet as much as the next guy. But does this job description (posted today on Mediabistro, names removed to protect the “innocent”) seem – somehow – a little shady?
“TK.com is looking for inquisitive people to work on a freelance basis in booking and conducting video interviews with renown and recognizable individuals in the arts, business, academia, science, and politics — and then editing those interviews. You don’t need to know anything about video editing, however, because you won’t actually be touching any video! Essentially you’ll take the interview you did and identify up to 10 one-minute to three-minute segments that you think would make good stand-alone video clips. At this point a professional video editor takes over and edits the video according to your instructions.
