The panel last night was mobbed. People lined up down the hall, down the stairwell, etc.
But it was the dinner afterwards with the panelists: Sasha Frere-Jones, pop music critic, The New Yorker (moderator); Tunde Adebimpe, musician, TV on the Radio (Touch and Go Records); Michael Azerrad, author of Our Band Could Be Your Life and editor in chief, emusic.com (I heart him); Anthony DeCurtis, contributing editor, Rolling Stone, executive editor, Tracks, and author of Rocking My Life Away; Amy Phillips, blogger, moreinthemonitor.com; Knox Robinson, editor in chief, The Fader; and Brandon Wall, editor in chief, prefixmag.com.
That was really the treat for me. As thankful as I am that I will be leaving my job in 22 days (or 20 if you consider that I will be *deathly ill* for two of them,) I will indeed miss the contact with fabulous, Smart people. Not that my life isn't full of them anyway, but honestly, you can never have *enough* of people like that. Plus, I got to meet Jordan Davis who does lots of stuff down at the Bowery Poetry Club and whom I have admired from "afar" for far too long. He's yummy. *wink*
Ate steak. Steak makes me happy.
Tonight, I'm going with a dear friend to get his nipples pierced at Sacred Tattoo before he flies back to Chile on April 4. *sniffles* God, I'm starting to really get teared up about him leaving. He's been my lovey-dovey friend for over a year and a half and we were practically best-friends from the day we met. I actually met him through a work event...so lots of changes going on. But for the best. Regardless of whether I was going to law school, it is very clear to me that it is exactly time for me to leave this job. It has afforded me everything that it can now that I've milked it for free Columbia graduate classes.
Anyway, I've had 15 hours of ink and several piercings over the years and I'm way not hesitant to embrace certain types of pain...but the idea of seeing someone get their nipples pierced just makes my skin slitter off into a heap on the floor. I'd probably have to try it just for that fact alone if I didn't hope to one day have children and breastfeed them (and I know that it is potentially still possible to do so, but "potentially still possible" is not good enough assurance for moi on this one...) so I'll just hold his hand and take pictures and promise to lick them a lot when I go spend three weeks with him in June! Yea, baby!
So if anyone has ideas about where to buy great waterproof trekking gear, let me know...
But it was the dinner afterwards with the panelists: Sasha Frere-Jones, pop music critic, The New Yorker (moderator); Tunde Adebimpe, musician, TV on the Radio (Touch and Go Records); Michael Azerrad, author of Our Band Could Be Your Life and editor in chief, emusic.com (I heart him); Anthony DeCurtis, contributing editor, Rolling Stone, executive editor, Tracks, and author of Rocking My Life Away; Amy Phillips, blogger, moreinthemonitor.com; Knox Robinson, editor in chief, The Fader; and Brandon Wall, editor in chief, prefixmag.com.
That was really the treat for me. As thankful as I am that I will be leaving my job in 22 days (or 20 if you consider that I will be *deathly ill* for two of them,) I will indeed miss the contact with fabulous, Smart people. Not that my life isn't full of them anyway, but honestly, you can never have *enough* of people like that. Plus, I got to meet Jordan Davis who does lots of stuff down at the Bowery Poetry Club and whom I have admired from "afar" for far too long. He's yummy. *wink*
Ate steak. Steak makes me happy.
Tonight, I'm going with a dear friend to get his nipples pierced at Sacred Tattoo before he flies back to Chile on April 4. *sniffles* God, I'm starting to really get teared up about him leaving. He's been my lovey-dovey friend for over a year and a half and we were practically best-friends from the day we met. I actually met him through a work event...so lots of changes going on. But for the best. Regardless of whether I was going to law school, it is very clear to me that it is exactly time for me to leave this job. It has afforded me everything that it can now that I've milked it for free Columbia graduate classes.
Anyway, I've had 15 hours of ink and several piercings over the years and I'm way not hesitant to embrace certain types of pain...but the idea of seeing someone get their nipples pierced just makes my skin slitter off into a heap on the floor. I'd probably have to try it just for that fact alone if I didn't hope to one day have children and breastfeed them (and I know that it is potentially still possible to do so, but "potentially still possible" is not good enough assurance for moi on this one...) so I'll just hold his hand and take pictures and promise to lick them a lot when I go spend three weeks with him in June! Yea, baby!
So if anyone has ideas about where to buy great waterproof trekking gear, let me know...
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I have yet to witness anyone get pierced or tattooed. When my eyebrows were getting zapped with ink, my friend hid in the next room, cuz the sound of the buzzing freaked her out.