i have nothing left to admit.

sorry blogspot - tumblr wins.

2008-09-25T10:00:00.000-07:00

a year ago robby posted this on cl.

2008-08-26T14:11:00.000-07:00

I am on a layover in Austin to NYC - and am going through old documents on my laptop.
Found this post I saved.
It is repulsive, self aware, scary, honest.
Irresistible.
I found it around July 2007 on men seeking women in NY.
We met outside H&M and had dinner with his assistant, Kim.
It was the most delicious chinese food I have ever had.
He is a creative genius with 0 focus and lots of free time (except Tuesdays and Thursdays).
We have a love hate friendship that mostly consists of us going posting craigslist experiments or criticizing each other's ideas.
Enjoy.
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I’m the son of an extremely wealthy real estate and commercial businessman. I don’t mean rich I mean extremely wealthy, about 150 million or so.
At the same time I am extremely cheap and only like to spend my money on super costly plastic surgery. I will go to fairly nice dinners, but I will agonize over the bill--and this even though I’m not paying for any of it. I have an unlimited Platinum American Express card given to me by my father. I don’t work. I attend psychotherapy sessions on Tuesdays and Thursdays at three o’clock. I’m free any other time.

Some chicks initially think I’m sort of cute, but become repulsed when they get to know me. I’m fashionable - some might think I could be gay - but trust me, I like eating pussy.

I’m looking for a girl who I will never marry because I will only marry a Jewish virgin, but someone I can fuck, cuddle with, and take out to dinner. I just ultimately want someone to tolerate me and keep me company because I am so lonely.

I live in a super luxurious building in midtown with doormen who wear white gloves and wont let you push the buttons in the elevator. I am troubled by the excess in the building as there are about six more doorman than necessary. It seems a painful waste. The rent on my apartment is 8000 a month. it’s all true. And I want a bitch.

my mother - hipster?

2008-08-21T19:52:00.001-07:00

her shit is thrift. she's on ichat. she lives in long beach. she's got straight across bangs.
her glasses are big - but the lenses are real. does that count?

treasure hunting 2.0

2008-08-21T11:47:00.000-07:00

geocaching.com --->
starring andrew mcclain and genevieve jones

postage stamp barter update

2008-08-20T20:14:00.000-07:00

i am going to ny for a while.
what to do with the coke bottle?

i asked fluther.

and then i asked chris davidson:
"So I think the only honorable thing for you to do is drink the entire 2-liters just before going through security. Just get a video of yourself doing it if at all possible. If you're really daring, try to make a spectacle of it too. Be like a street performer and pretend drinking Coke is a magic trick. Maybe the authorities will get annoyed by that and take you into custody, or maybe you'll make a little money if you put out a collection plate. There's only one way to find out.

Seriously though, don't sweat it. You could pack the soda if you want to. The baggage hold is pressurized, so the bottle won't explode because of that. The baggage handlers flinging your suitcase around is different story though. Can't guarantee the bottle's safety there. It doesn't matter anyway. You don't have to bring it with you. You just have to own the bottle for a year, not have it with you at all times. Just try not to leave it where someone else might drink by mistake."

in keeping with the tone of the barter but also my pragmatic nature, i decided to pass the torch:
i am not going to drink the entire bottle, though that public consumption scenario sounds good and i'll keep it on the back burner.
i am not going to take it with me.
i will leave it with my mother.
should you need a photo of her with it, feel free to ask and i will put in the request.
i appreciate your understanding.

postage stamp barter: craigslist

2008-07-24T09:35:00.001-07:00

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My craigslist posting:
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i need an envelope and a postage stamp. can i interest you in...

*3 tablets of delicious vitamin c (you know, the chewable kind)
*a flattering picture of you that i take and tag on facebook so that you look popular.
* a twitter shout out
*a personal venn diagram comparing you to postage stamps
*2 tea light candles
*a cold, fresh cucumber
* a letter of rec for stamp/envelope giving

or something else i have that you need at or under stamp value.

i don't want to buy either of these items - pretty much because a craigslist barter sounds way more fun than albertsons.
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response:
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> >>>>I'll give you an envelope and a stamp in trade for the letter of recommendation for stamp/envelope giving.
Is it alright if I mail it to you?

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my response:
---------

> >>> where are you located? can we arrange a pick up?
> >>> i find SPENDING a stamp to give a stamp distasteful use of resources. unless it must come to that...
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his response:
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> >> Oh my, I'm not on my way to a good letter of recommendation if you
> >> already think my method of delivery is distasteful. I do think it's funnier if I mail it though.
> >>
> >> Actually, I was kind of hoping that I could just send an
> >> empty envelope through the mail (with a stamp on it of
> course) and that would fulfill my envelope and stamp requirement.
> But since you seem to want an "unused" envelope and stamp,
> I guess I can do that. Maybe I'll send you two unused ones. One for you to
> do whatever you like with, and one to send my letter recommendation
> with.
> >>
> >> But if you are really against doing this through
> the mail, I can be found in Hermosa Beach. It's kind of a long
> way to go for a stamp, but I suppose I can throw in an unopened 2-liter
> bottle of Coke too, if you ad that part to my letter.
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my response:
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> > hermosa is far too far.
> > also, i don't drink coke.
> > also, you spelled "ad" wrong - otherwise - top email form, chris davidson!
> >
> > when do you think this will get to me?
> > if you put it in tomorrow morning.. you think i'll get it by friday?
> > i was asked to mail a check on saturday morning... it
> is not urgent but probably bad form to mail it too much later than
> asked.
> >
> > thoughts, chris davidson?
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his response:
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> First of all, Hermosa is not too far, Venice is.
>
> Second, I don't drink Coke either. I really want to get
> rid of it tough.
>
> Also, I didn't realize that we were supposed to be
> proofreading each other's emails. If that's the case I should point
> out that you've neglected to capitalize the first word of your sentences.
> "i" is also supposed to be capitalized, as is Chris Davidson, Hermosa
> Beach, Coke, Friday and all other proper nouns. Also, you left out
> a dot on the ellipsis following "tomorrow morning." Your
> paragraph breaks are all wrong too. Otherwise, you email was also top-notch!
>
> Now let's get to business. If I mail a stamp and an envelope, they
> will most certainly get to you by Friday. I think I've changed my
> mind about what I want in return though. After reviewing
> your email for mistakes, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with
> exchanging an very nice envelope and lovely "forever" stamp for a
> letter of recommendation that in all likelihood won't have any
> capital letters.
> So instead of a letter, what I think I want in exchange is
> for you to take my 2-liters of Coke. I'll send your stamp and an
> envelope, but you also have to accept my bottle of Coke (which I'll
> also mail).
>
> Here's the rub. I want YOU to have the Coke. You
> don't have to drink it (in fact I'd prefer if you don't), but you
> can't give it away. You can't offer it to a friend or roommate. You can't
> post it in the barter section of Cragslist. You just have to keep it for
> at least a year. After a year, I don't care what you do. Give it
> away then or drop Mentos in it at a party. But you have to keep the Coke
> for one year, unless you change your ways (which I wouldn't
> recommend) and drink it yourself.
>
> Do we have a deal? I'll have to wait until tomorrow to
> find out because I'm about to step away from my computer for the
> night. If you're game though, send me a mailing address and
> I'll see to it that you get your stamp and envelope by the end of the week.
>
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my response:
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i'm in.
and to prove it:
i was going to say i'd take a picture of myself with the coke bottle every day, but that might become tedious.
so i'll offer you this -
anytime you are concerned that i have thrown the coke bottle away, i will take a picture with/of it.
you can also make sure to mark it if you don't trust me.

here is the problem - i am going out of town friday.

if you can get them to me by thursday, i'm in.

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his response
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Sweet! I feel really good about this transaction. You'll have your
envelope and stamp later this afternoon.

And thank you for the offer to spot check to see if you still have
the Coke. That's really going above and beyond. I mean, if you can't
trust people you meet randomly on the internet who agree to house a
bottle of Coke for a year in exchange for an envelope and stamp, who
can you trust? None the less, I may request a picture of the Coke
from time to time. Not because I don't trust you, but because I
actually have two 2-liter bottles of Coke and the one that I'm
keeping might get lonely sometimes. If I find someone else to take
the other Coke bottle, is it okay if I just have you send pictures of
your Coke bottle to them?

you drove:

2008-07-23T07:32:00.000-07:00

as erik has abused the honor system of blog commenting, i will veer this entry towards the interests of Bilingual Anonymous and Julia.

PROFESSIONAL MOVEMENT

my 2 month move to santa monica incited a google search of "santa monica jewish" which lead me to this hilariously endearing thread - and so started my love affair with fluther.

fluther has everything i'm all about: questions, woody allen references, the facilitation of social interaction based on pursuit of knowledge, efficiency but not at the expense of irreverence, pretext to talk to cute boys, and is awesome but not extremely well known - yet.

in love, i invited 2/3 of the team over for fruit and tea to discuss collaboration.
more love. lurve, really.

the next day, i filmed the play cast.

my ultimate immediate goal is to work with an awesome company being their staff videoblogger.
not me talking in front of a camera - but making mini cinematic interactive movies geared towards generating traffic, excitement, branding, and fun!

the past weekish has been divided between editing that and other job related activities such as:

pa-ing for character fantasy.
not only did i learn that i am horrendous at manual labor and using walkie talkies, but also how important it is to me to stick to my wardrobe principles of only wearing dresses. this resulted in me quitting/being fired. the first is probably more accurate but the second is way more exciting so let's stick with that.

also, i have been working with jared on an idea i've had since january. i'm much more interested in internet video than feature length documentaries intended for theatrical distribution, but this idea has got me so amped for so long i can't let it go:

an experiment based on orthodox jewish sexuality that i think takes the monotony out of monogomy.
we found an interested couple, and tomorrow night we are going to meet them and film them so we can make a pitch video.

also, i got asked to make a short documentary about tea for a new business, which is completely thrilling.

spending time with fluther boys has made me realize how much more i care about/fit in with internet culture than movie culture, and i plan on exploring this further this weekend in san francisco. also equally worthy of exploration is when i find a man who will traverse the internet in the name of appeasing my toilet paper standards as expressed unthinkingly on twitter.

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next entry:
one of my favorite craigslist adventures up to date!
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you drive.

2008-07-21T20:02:00.000-07:00

THINGS I WANT TO BLOG ABOUT
1) Professional movement
2) The most romantic gesture I've ever been on the receiving end of
3) A new idea
4) NY vs CA vs ... SF!!?!?

these are all worthy of their own blog post, but can't decide between the four.
so ... the first category to get two votes via comment win.

for those that like to make better informed decisions, i will give you the subject that each potential blog post would touch upon.

1) getting fired, tea, fluther , twitter, taxicab confessions, Citizen Kane of videoblogging
2) toilet paper, the internet
3) shabbat, goals, facebook picture
4) palm trees vs subways vs free city wide wifi

obviously, feel free to propose new subject.

your personal cultural attache

2008-07-03T11:28:00.000-07:00

though i'm pretty confident and focused on my current career path, i'd love to be a cultural attache.

here is me practicing by telling you all of my recent film findings:

i highly recommend you tube's new feature - the screening room. my current favorite is miranda july's newest short.

this lead me to discover wolphin's - which is mcsweeneys for film shorts.
but it also costs a lot of money, and who has that?

speaking of a lot of money, hal hartley's movie Trust, one of the only narrative fiction films i love, is impossibly difficult to rent and expensive to buy.
but now it is available on youtube for FREE if you don't mind it being cut up into 10 minute segments.

youtube=youtopia.

lastly, my two favorite you tube clips from the past months.

FUNNY (human giant - mother and son moving company)
INTENSE (new yorker video - 41 hours trapped in elevator, footage sped up so you can see the man's reaction in 3 minutes)

ok, on to more judy-centric things.

PERSONAL NEWS:
moving to santa monica for 2 months starting saturday.
finished my first rough cut of my video date my friend series - comments welcome. i should have a final cut and my website up by next week.

CRAIGSLIST NOTE:
On sunday I posted an ad on women seeking men in both new york and los angeles trying to assess this demographic:

i explicitly asked for a response with a photobooth picture taken at the moment reading the ad.

i got 140 responses, 100ish with picutres, and only THREE with an actual photobooth picture.
when i think about it, three is kind of cool, but three out of ONE HUNDRED FOURTY is ridiculous. That's like, 1 out of a million!

This does not help me assess which craigslist is better (as I was previously certain that new york's was better) but does strengthen my suspicion that i like the idea of craigslist much more than the results i get from it.

something

2008-06-25T09:02:00.000-07:00

brother in town for a week.

greg can be epitomized by last night's dinner, when mom urged him to toast to something.

"i'd like to make a toast to Something - sure we take it for granted, but we'll miss it when it's gone."

on a different note, uploaded rough cut of reuben documentary to current tv:

besides chastising me about my bad taste in men, family time consists of convincing me to wear a helmet when i bike.

everytime i point out a helmet-less bike rider greg says:
"you will never cease to find examples of poor judgement."

am on one hand starting to feel immense internal pressure to make money and get a job, am on the other hand depressed that two of my main "things" have already been capitalized upon.

venn diagrams a la jessica hagy (old news), and craigslist journeys a la LA times ICU.

am choosing to refrain from making money for the next month and work full time on getting my favorite yet un-capitalized upon idea up and running.

comments on comments

2008-06-22T16:32:00.000-07:00

upon gaining my first couple of comments when this blog originated, i quickly became addicted.
to assure the readers of my appreciation, as well as, admittedly, spike the quantity, i changed the title of the blog to "i'll admit it, i just really want you to comment."
after two years of of being MIA, i was concerned that my newest entry would go unread, and worse, un commented upon.
i decided the best way to alert those interested in all things judy was to change my facebook status.

since immediately after the post no comments had been made, i was forced to neurotically check the amount of views feature on my flickr pictures and blog profile to guage my self worth.
it was clear that people were viewing ... but silently - i wondered if people didn't want to confess viewership.
days later, four (4) comments surfaced - i am, if not confused, at least surprised at the change in commenting form.
my facebook wall?

a small digression: i am (as with everything else) excessively neurotic about facebook wall posting. i feel like it originates from the friendster testimonial feature - allowing you to talk about that person to other people viewing their page.
ex: "judy spends too much energy on meta blog entries and instead should try to be a decent human being and call her grandmother."
but wall posting in it's ugliest form has morphed into an unabashed way of having other people see your communication with a person, which i can only assume is a way to show how close/cool you two are.
ex: "remember that time 2952302 boys asked for our number but we didn't even NOTICE because we were really engaged in talking about postmodernism?"
how is this excusable? it is the same amount of ease to wall post as it is to message - so there is a clear intention in wall posting that i personally can only condone for myself in very limited situations. (though, obviously, i LOVE it when people post on my wall)

so, in light of the fact that i am equally obsessed with the concept of wall posting and the wish of people to comment on my blog, but am confused at how these two have merged, i have no choice but to go through my comments from least to most surprising.

1) berna conner - my sister's bestie
technologically, the only thing berna seems to do more avidly than blog is facebook. this makes me feel alright about my own excessive facebooking, as she is not remotely lame. also, she's hot. see?:

as most of my wall posts are love from berna, it makes the most sense that she would find my facebook wall the most natural place to express love of my blog update. i still find it a little strange, but not disconcerting.

2) amy preiser - my bestie
amy overcompensates for how uncool facebooking is by intentionally honing the image of her extremely limited facebook participation. she has only once uploaded pictures on facebook, which happen to be 2 pictures of us that i begged her to scan in and i assume she only caved in because i was in a bad mood that week. considering the fact that we live on opposite coasts and email at least daily, not to mention phone, it is impressive how minimal our facebook wall to wall is.

also, the blog entry was ALL ABOUT HER, so i am not at all surprised that she commented ... but on my facebook wall?

3) greg desfor - schoolmate from 5th - 12th grade, most intensely while being side partners in 10th grade pre-algebra
greg desfor once made me an oragami bird out of a dollar bill for my birthday. this is less characteristic of our relationship and more of him. we are not in communication. as the blog entry was about high school, it is acceptable for him to make a comment on the extent to which i was racist at that time.
but on my facebook wall?

4) nathan young - craigslist personals acquisition

sometime in the beginning of this year i put up a personal ad on craigslist and he responded. i was initially very excited as he is an attractive, cerebral, half black jew. his last facebook album was images of him with his favorite foods:

because delicious is obviously one fast route to my heart, this album actually made me re-consider my decision not to meet him, though i ultimately came to my original conclusion: he seems to be and prefer the young rock star life style (playing hard, drinking, tattoos, being social in loud sweaty places) while i like to be an old lady (working hard, drinking tea, shawls, and being anti social in bed).
we have never actually met and/or kept up communication, but out of the blue he complimented my post ... on my facebook wall.

while this is very nice, i see no obvious explanation as to why my facebook wall is the unanimously chosen venue for blog commenting.

i want to say this is an interesting comment on the intertexuality of social netwwworking, but i don't know what the comment is, let alone where the appropriate place is for the comment.

i have no answers, only a plan to post the url to this blog entry on all four of their walls.

next time: less words, more interesting!

documents from yesteryear part 2: boys and besties

2008-06-18T16:27:00.000-07:00

8th grade winter dance picture, melissa wiley.

winter, 2000 = i have always only cared about boys, but learn that maybe an older man is what i want.

8th grade, my naughty slam book

spring, 2000 = or maybe i just need a new friend?

best friendship with amy ensues (see racist diaro below for taste of our mall-icious adventures)

junior year, ceremonial first note

fall 2003 = become increasingly obsessed with amy as our mutual obsessions become boys and delicious.

junior year of high school, math home work

winter 2003 = spend all time in and out of school with amy, scheming about how to get older boys, scheming about how to get more delicious food, scheming on how to spend as much possible time together while not failing out.

junior year of high school, ids

2003 = older men scheme number 7: fake high school ids saying that we are 18.

senior year of high school, "big cookie fund" slips

fall 2004 = delicious food scheme number 213: make and give out charity certificates in exchange for 25 cents. succeed in obtaining one dollar every lunch period which is used to purchase one big cookie.

senior year of high school, back of my diary

2004 = have learned a little bit, but still only care about boys

documents from yesteryear part 1: racist diario entires

2008-06-15T18:33:00.000-07:00

9th grade - 1st year spanish class - Exploring Hispanic Culture

see more here

a post to get the ball rolling.

2008-02-02T12:05:00.000-08:00

i am back from new york.
i went to make a movie about getting over reuben.
i thought the movie had a lot of potential - but really i went because i didn't believe that he wasn't in love with me.
i mean - come on, really?

on my trip i learned:
yes, really, reuben is not in love with me. even when i wear tall boots.
fevers are not conducive to creativity.
pretending to be friends with someone you have feelings for is silly.
alan berliner is the sweetest man in existance, but even he doesn't know how i should live my life.
love is nice, especially when you have a fever.

the most disconcerting part of the trip is that i am now not sure how i feel about new york in terms of moving there when i graduate.
it seems like a good place to try to get paid to have fun - but it made me realize how much love i have for me in los angeles.
truck loads. car loads. 405 freeway loads.
you have to literally be kind of retarded to move away from so much love.
but you also have to be retarded to subject yourself to the 405 freeway.
ugh.
whether or not love is worth the 405 freeway remains tbd.
but, worthy of note, i have never been so attracted to a room full of men as i was in the new york times cafeteria.
hoping to garner the love of one of these men in and of itself seems like a good reason to move.

so i am left with a quarter and a half of ucla to figure out some sort of plan.
i am not sure if i want to finish the film about reuben.
i will either make an angsty animation (i'm all about flash these days) with the footage or work on one of my other ideas.
that's a lie.
i'm going to have more ideas, do nothing with them, and talk about this and craigslist while having tea with friends/jdates.

and continue having lots of schemes for getting paid to have fun.

i started looking at websites to be jealous of and found this collaboration with miranda july and harrell fletcher:
http://www.learningtoloveyoumore.com

it gave me an idea for a short doc about insecurities.
i would like it to call it bald spots and tummys - pretty simple - documenting people's insecurities and them talking about it.
maybe female mustaches and small penises could make a cameo.

stay posted. a lot more is on the way.

My Summer, by Judy Prays

2006-08-27T10:33:00.000-07:00

Europe, encapsulated:

I have plenty more videos uploaded on You Tube - but this one really is the winner - so I'd rather just let it shine

Reasons to love new york:
1) Jazz

2) Brunch

3) Central Park picnics with 3/4 chall

4) Amy's roof

5) Conde Naste cafeteria

6) Being Casey Scheizka

7) Subway adventures

8) Shady characters at Shady Records

Sure, there are plenty reasons to love LA, but during an overzealous challventure, I dropped my camera and have only since got a new one. Due to this unfortunate event, the middle of my summer can only be relayed to you through words. Yuck.

Job One: Wedding Photographer Assistant
i. Job Description: Carrying around equipment. Or, rather, getting other people to do it for me.
ii. Perks: Dinner, hilarity, a lot of professional pictures of me. and i mean A LOT. Like, so much Judy you wouldn't even know what to do with yourself.
iii.Most difficult part: Taping down extension chords in short dresses. Resisting the urge to dance.

Job Two: Classical Music Agent Apprentice
i. Job Description: Learning everything there is to know about classical music and being an agent.
ii. Perks: Great music, fancy restaraunts, riding around in a white jag convertable
iii. Most difficult part: 2 hour street parking

Job Three (as of two days ago): Anderson Business School events assistant
i. Job Description: helping with logistics of events
ii. Perks: Free New York Times, random grub, business school boyfriends
iii. Most difficult part: We'll see, seeing as I haven't really done any work yet

Stay tuned for details on my new pad, other summer adventures, and upcoming film school excitement.

europe sparknotes version for the illiterate

2006-06-30T02:32:00.000-07:00

madrid

barcelona

Paris

nice

9 grams of fiber, 10 grams of fun

2006-04-15T10:18:00.000-07:00

Seeing as I spend most of my time eating bowl after bowl of high fiber cereal and cruising craigslist, it took a while to accumulate enough tidbits worthy of sharing with you all
I've been reading Philosophy of Andy Warhol (which I whole heartedly reccomend), and that - plus an abundance of free time - caused me to have a night of exsistential crisis. I mean really, what the hell is the point anyway?
And then Tegan, blessed girl that she is, came home. That helped a lot. I really don't like it when she's not home. I was still feeling very exsistential, but it wasn't as much of a crisis. Oh Tegan. I like her increasingly by the day, so I'm going to post this ridiculously flattering picture of us.

And then I awoke the next morning, and I had two messages that said "I'll talk to you tomorrow" - and that phrase was about as comforting as that picture is flattering. Very. It's like... yah - there will be a tomorrow, and in it - i will talk to you.
Since then the weather has been stunning and all of my classes are gems...so it's pretty much impossible not to be in a good mood.

Some pictures from Spring Break:

Pictures from an impromptu dining hall seder:

This was pretty amazing, even though it doesn't really look like I was there.
I was sure it topped all other seders ever. Then I talked to Kate.
She had Passover with Matisyahu.
K: "I held Matis' baby."
J: "Matis?"
K: "Yah, that's what he goes by."
Really, Kate? Tell us more about Matis.
If Kate wasn't so freakin cute I might have to hate her.

Besides spending a lot of time thinking about how cute Kate is, I'm finishing up my application for film school and the newspaper. I also just got on the Variety street team - which entails going to Variety parties and handing out gift bags. This could be awful or amazing. Hopefully it's awfully amazing.
In the meantime I've taken to wearing a lot of gold. Immigrant chic, as I explianed to Rahim. Also leggings and boots constitute my every day ensemble - so much so that some people refer to me as "that girl with the leggings and boots." This makes me feel like a cartoon character.
A really pleased cartoon character.
My summer plans include Europe, perhaps a late New York trip - and in between that becoming a chess master and finding an apprenticeship with an Indian woman who will teach me the ways of the cuisine.

I miss chall. A lot. Amy posted Chips Ahoy on YouTube. Now, I still firmly believe that this movie can only appeal to Chall, but I will still share it in case I am wrong.

A couple days later we recieved this email:

To Whom it May Concern:

I am a film scout from the Sundance Film Festival. I have
recently viewed Chips Ahoy and am interested in setting up a meeting to
discuss the possibility of its headlining the Festival next year.
The acting and the cinemetography were very impressive and the
comedic value of the chocolate chips was a pleasure to watch.
Personally. I enjoyed the "chip eater" character the best becuase I too
can empathize with the need for chocolate. That being said, our
favorite part was the moment Ms. Naughlis started shoving the chocolate
chips into her mouth because she was overwhelmed with the desire to
consume all of the chips before they ran out. It was riveting to
watch.
If you were to film a sequel, we at the Sundance Film Festival would
love to see more tension over the chips and possibly watch you baking
cookies. This short film receives a rating of 3 1/2 cats.
It would be wonderful to hear back from you. I would like to
know your salary requests so that when we meet I can have a contract
ready to sign. Thank you.

Sincerely,
Sundance Film Festival

I told them that I wanted lots and lots of chips. Because duh, I'm the lead.
Sara responded with "wow it is quite an honor to be the favorite character in a film that I wasn't even the lead in. I can't wait for Chips Ahoy 2: The Curse of the Chocolate Chip"
Kate was probably too busy holding famous babies to respond.
...
I'll end here with a picture that speaks for itself.

So here's the deal.
Streamer stealer will stop the insanity.
I'll post more frequently.
And you find me a place to live next year.

dear dairy, today I was eaten by a shark

2006-01-26T16:37:00.000-08:00

I was doing some research on third graders for my screenplay ... and I found a gem.
http://www.angryalien.com/amys_diary.html
You MUST listen to the voiceovers... it was by far the best laugh in a while.

In other news, I went to a tap dancing performance this afternoon. Unfortunately I was observing not participating, and even more unfortunately Fred Harmatz was not the one I was observing. And if you didn't think the unfortunate factor could get any higher, in the middle of a particularly great dance ... the girl next to me fell on the grass and started having a seizure. I called the police and then got out of the way for the 10 or so people who decided they knew how to handle the situation. The girl seemed relatively ok, and just as the dance ended - the sun came out and the now no longer seizing girl smiled and clapped for the performers, who obviously carried on with the show during all of this. The EMT pulled me aside for questioning, and when I came back - the curator had taken my seat! Larry David would have had a field day.

An (Emily) Post

2006-01-19T15:23:00.000-08:00

Today I chose to lunch alone.
A much needed hour to do my much needed class reading.
However, I forgot what a consuming occupation eating really is.
My books don’t always cooperate, requiring one hand to hold down the pages – leaving the other to bear all the work involved with eating. This, combined with my voracious appetite – causes me to leave with one big problem.
Or, rather, multiple small problems.
Stains.
On whatever is covering my mid to upper thigh area.
I munched on my beets while reading about what Langston Hughes thought of jazz. Little did Langston know that I had more important things to worry about – dodging the purple juice begging to color my relatively clean ensemble.
I briefly thought about using a paper napkin to cover my legs. But I didn’t. Which struck me as odd.
Whenever I go to a restaurant with cloth napkins, I put them in my lap. Duh, so do you. So does everyone. That’s why we do it.
We certainly don’t do it out of necessity. Restaurants with cloth napkins are classy joints. I don’t read while I eat, and my meal is generally consumed in a calm, slow fashion. Therefore, the napkin is unnecessary because nothing lands in my lap.
However, in a setting where my hands and mind are otherwise occupied, manners are thrown to the wind while food debris are thrown on to my unguarded pants.
After reflecting for a bit, I realized only when given a cloth napkin do I guard my lap.
Unfortunately Langston is not a connoisseur of manners, and though I eventually did finish the reading in my new purple polka dotted pants, no light has been shed on this topic.
And so I must ask … are cloth napkins used exclusively as lap guards because of the material or the social contexts in which we find them?

uncanny.

2005-12-28T17:19:00.000-08:00

Fred Harmatz.

Gregory Hines.

winter adventures and craigslist finds

2005-12-23T14:19:00.000-08:00

The most compelling news I have to share comes from a site very near and dear to my heart: craigslist.
lacking in funds and overwhelmed by free time, kate and i were able to acquire a tandem bike for the winter. A poorly taken picture does no justice to its majesty...:

Later I discovered the free seciton. I recieved (but didn't end up using) 4 free tickets to a sweet jazz show. Then, after dining with Alice (Budda's Belly = pretttty delicious and just asian enough), Kareem and I mapped out the curbs in LA with free shit and ventured about.

The loot: A frame and a couple national geographics.
The fun factor: high. very high. a great way to get to know the city.

And possibly the best craigslist find of the century:
www.chappelletheory.com
i still can't tell if it's true.. but regardless... great story.
immediately after i read it i decided i wanted to make a movie about it.
however, a couple of writers were one step ahead of me.
So i emailed them, asking if I could help out.
There response was as follows:

"We ... have already been threatened by members of the same camp that threatened Mr. Chappelle, so we are backing out at this time. We are hoping someone gets ahold of this story and exposes this idiots and bullies for what they are. Go for it."

Go for it? At first I decided this could be the opportunity of a life time. Then I decided I don't want 3 big black men to sneak up on me while I shower. Or do I?

Carrying on to the much more banal. As far as dorm updates go, I cleaned out the area under my bed and now all my craftiness takes place within this confined (yet cozy!)area.
Here is Eric scoping out the scene.

What kind of craftiness? Well, I've taken up a new love of stenciling. My guru, Rahim, has taught me the art. My LT sweater has never looked this good:

Woody has taken over not just the back of my favorite hoodie, but also my heart. Annie Hall, Hannah and Her Sisters, and Manhattan are all fantastic and highly recommended - while Purple Rose of Cairo captivates Nina much more than it does me.
A week of winter break has passed, and much ado has been made.
Hilarity a la Brian:

Relaxation a la Ikea:

Yet another pair of leggings purchased:

Kate and I have had our fair share of adventures. In case you forgot what we look like, here is us - modeling freshly cut hair:

We have romped around long beach (clad in rompers, of course), swap meeted (swap met?) - witnessed the massive waves of seal beach and the very subdued waves of her jacuzzi.
Marketplace run in of the week goes to: Jordan Antanoff. Here shown modeling off the quite beautiful tea bags of coffee bean.

Had a fine time dining with my old Anthem bosses.

I like this picture because it is extremely candid. Especially of the mexican man in the background.

Time spent with family has been frequent these days - and you can trust me on this one: my fair share of beets, fried egg sandwiches, and Good Earth Sweet and Spicy tea have been consumed. Jealous?

it's much more than just 6 little lines

2005-12-09T16:17:00.000-08:00

Today, sitting amongst my peers - I did what I usually do during Geology: not Geology.
I glanced at my row. I'd say we're all pretty different. There's the mute asian girl who takes meticilous notes. There's that football player type who thinks he's funny, but he really isn't. There's the boy who wears dress shirts to sleep and the girl who liked Beck in 5th grade. Sure we all get different grades in Geology, and sure, we all put different wrong answers as to why a rock is different than a mineral - but we all share one thing. One common ground that is universal knowledge to everyone my age.
We all know what a Stussy is.
We know what is looks likes, and we know how to draw one.
You hand someone a paper and they will draw their six little lines:

and complete it to make their angular little S:

Who knows how we learned it, who taught it to us, or why everyone knows it. But we did, they did, and we do. Maybe it's the Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A Start of our generation. Or maybe not.
And just when I thought the was the extent of interest I could squeeze out of this doodle from the past, Football Player asked me a question that changed my life. Kind of.
FP: Did you used to draw little hats on them?
Are you kidding? Hats? No! On Stussys? Why didn't my school have that?
I have to go draw some hats on my stussys.
And don't be silly, of COURSE i'll post them.

Which are you?

2005-12-08T16:16:00.000-08:00

So I have a couple new favorite things. And I thought it would be just famous if instead of telling you what they are, you try to find out which one of them is most like you.
Shall we?

Which one of Judy's new favorite (yet unrelated) things are you?

1) You tell a joke. People laugh because...
a) when they saw that everyone else was laughing, it occurred to them that yah, the joke was funny!
b) though elementary, your joke is actually quite amusing
c) it is perfectly told
d) they are terrified of you

2) How would you best classify the people that admire you?
a) Gym bunnies
b) 2nd graders
c) Scandinavian fashionistas
d) hungry Asians

3) You over hear someone talking about you on the street. What are they saying?
a) "We have breakfast together every morning and she always brightens my day!"
b) "The vocabulary on that boy is spectacular"
c) "The only thing that matches better than her outfit is her living room set!"
d) "I can't do ___ because she will get mad"

4) What is your most valuable asset?
a) perpetually rosy complexion
b) good spelling skills
c) uncanny pragmatism
d) power

5) The election is coming up, and one of the canidates has decided that those "vote for me" buttons are a completely outdated method of marketing. As the canidate's second hand man, which people pleaser do you advise?
a) yoga class coupons
b) mini dictionaries
c) cones of delicious frozen yogurt
d) a parade

6) You are great in many ways, but what is your Achilles heal?
a) some people find you difficult to manage
b) you have trouble thinking outside of the box
c) some people confuse your simple mindedness with being low class
d) lack of height and poor vision

6)Uh oh! There was TiVo malfunction! Despite the gross tinge of being SO early 2000s, you find yourself channel surfing. Which program are you most compelled by?
a) How to Eat - The Food Network morning show on the proper ways to consume difficult-to-consume food.
b) Billy Madison with a Vengeance -The Comedy Central sequel that takes a second look at his elementary school days
c) Mommy, where is ABBA from? - the Travel Channel special on ABBA's home country
d) Machiavelli's The Prince - the made for TV movie

7) What makes you saddest about North Korea?
a) people are starving!
b) people are uneducated!
c) people are not allowed to use the internet!
d) there is nothing sad about North Korea!

Mostly A's: You are Grapefruit!
You value life, and because of that - you want to be as healthy as you can be. That, or you have an eating disorder. Regardless, under your rosy veneer, you have a bitter bite... but under THAT is a sweet and wholesome nature that no one can disregard, and because of this, your popularity knows no bounds. While you are difficult to manage at times, your bright personality makes those who can appreciate you a bit happier and fufilled.

Mostly B's: You are an Acrostic!
Forever destined to be associated with youth, you are actually much deeper than people give you credit for. You are underated, but as soon as people become aware of the hilarious potential of your simplicity - your popularity will go through the roof. Through your love of all things poetic - you are able to appreciate the simple nature and beauty of life, words, and the intermingling of the two.

Mostly C's: You are a Product of Sweden
Much like H&M and Ikea, you make it known that there is nothing as hip as being simple. You enjoy things that are easy on the wallet, but more importantly - easy on the eyes. You continually step forward, but you refuse to forget your roots - and this, combined with your immaculate style and attention to detail, will help you soar to heights unknown to us dirty Americans.

Mostly D's: You are Kim Jong Il.
While millions of poor Asians starve at your feet, you ignore them and keep it "Il", with a candor that is as impressive as it is silly. Your thirst for power is a bit terrifying - but it works, and the world, or at least your small version of it, will bend to your every whim. No, there are not enough pictures of you plastered around town and yes, making the internet illegal is a brilliant idea! And Kim, don't be silly, of course we don't think you are compensating because you are of small stature and wear funny glasses.

latin lesson

2005-12-08T13:52:00.000-08:00

Having recently acquired a fantastic set of latin flashcards, I would like to share with you the highlights of my new bilingual friends.
These two sided fiends have english words you might think have little in common, but are in fact derived from the same latin word. Seeing these two seemingly opposite words paired together gives whole new meanings to both...
Here are my favorites:

meaning...

meaning...

meaning...

and here, some insight as to why latin might be a dead language:

meaning...

Another thing that entertained me for minutes on end is creating my own proverbs. It's kind of like those magnetic poetry strips... but knowing that latin is on ther other side just makes it all the more ... proverbial?

chair

2005-12-03T16:45:00.000-08:00

All cleaned up and no one to see [it]

2005-11-22T23:31:00.000-08:00

Because I spent a long time cleaning and revamping my room in the past few days, I would like to share it with you:

1) Bamboo. It really is quite uplifiting to have greenery about.
2) I didn't notice till now that while I have a mirror above my bed, Tegan has a cross (2A). The only thing I can gather from this is that I love myself about as much as Tegan loves Jesus.
3) My favorite Yiddish author.
4) Scarves - neck dresser uppers, handy bags, and now - wall decorations.
5) Super soft chair cover purchased by both Tegan and I at Ikea. So soft. So super. So covers the chair.
6) Probably my favorite addition - a throwback to last years curtain - twice the class, three times the material, and none of the practicality.
It doesn't do much by way of hiding from Tegan, but it is very convenient for photo shoots:

Notes played well, blown away, and searched through.

2005-11-21T19:33:00.000-08:00

Three things of note.

1) On a very pretty note, last night I was blessed with the music of the Ahmad Jamal Trio. Ahmad being a fantastic jazz pianist, my company being Danny and his father. A wonderful evening, a perfect performance. The men didn't talk once. No introductions, no segues. Just straight music. And I couldn't have appreciated it more. A mastery of volume I don't think I've ever seen. A bass and drum player of equal talent to the piano - all three in perfect synch... and the endings of each song so meticulous yet so, uncontrived? And three 75 year old men who can play like that, is there anything more endearing? My only complaint being that it would have been an ideal performance for a smaller venue.

2) On a far more serious note, why am I the only one in shock that leaf blowers are illegal in LA? As quoted on the website devoted to this issue, http://www.zapla.org

"Los Angeles Residents, if your neighbors can’t or won’t control their gardeners after your polite requests, REPORT a blower in progress to 877-275-5273 and select number 1, Non-Emergency Crimes."

I'm glad THIS is how we are solving air pollution. If we REALLY want to combat the situation, we're going to have to upgrade this crime to full fledged emergency.

3) And on a much more electronic note, my newest source of inspiration is nothing more than old emails. I decided that sifting through them would only be worthwhile if I could do it at random - so I searched my sent and received messages that contained a random word of my choice in their body.
For example, Number of emails with the word 'banana' = 4
I am still surprised with how long it is taking for this game to get old. Not only does it supply hours of entertainment (ultimately, just rereading every good yet forgotten email), but it is a great tool for learning about yourself.
For example:
Number of emails I have sent containing the word "delicious": 166.

If I wrote for the Hughleys, I still think my dad would care more about my dinner

2005-11-17T23:35:00.000-08:00

I woke up this morning feeling extra splendid. I almost updated, but decided to read Gawker instead.
Now, currently on a full stomach of Ikea frozen yogurt, and in a newly cleaned and Ikead out room - I am able to not only conjur up quite the blog updating mood, but follow through as well.

Tuesday night I went to Arianna Huffington's house with Jared, where we volunteered our time to help out Cory Booker, the fantastic canidate for governor of New Jersey. Highlights include:
*dressing up.
*rubbing elbows with rich people.
*rubbing elbows with a particular tv writer who is the reason fresh prince of bel air and the hughleys all have jokes of equal hilarity.
*cheese on crackers type delicacies.
*meeting cory booker.
He really is great. Please vote for him. And while you're doing that, please remind me how I know you, New Jersey friends.

When I told my mom about the event, without skipping a beat, the the first two things she says are:
1) Isn't Arianna pretty?
2) She must have had a great house.
I later enquired as to why she didn't express any surprise as to how or why I was at her house, to which she replied with "Oh, you do stuff like that all the time." I'll take that. When I told my dad, he didn't care at all. He did, however, care very much that I hadn't eaten dinner yet.

Speaking of my supportive family, Granny said something very funny yesterday: "Today I met a 20 year old girl from Japan. Magnificent painter. But she had a hair cut just like yours: terrible."

Not surprisingly connected, well fed, and poorly tressed,
Judy

photoshop:2 asian news media: 0

2005-11-15T13:59:00.000-08:00

i am extremely good at being productive

2005-11-15T13:52:00.000-08:00

be happy. Sincerely, judy's hair

2005-11-13T18:35:00.000-08:00

new york!

2005-11-10T14:14:00.000-08:00

Day One - Thursday
The usual abundance of orthodox Jews on my New York bound flight were no where to be found. Now, as some of you may know, and as fewer of you may care, orthodox Jews are a staple of Jet Blue flights – just as important as the delicious light snacks and multiple TV channels. But surprisingly, this plane is still full. Of hipsters. Who are nothing like orthodox jews. I was perplexed for about half a second until I realised it was a Thursday afternoon: If the orthodox Jews of Long Beach are bound anywhere – it’s to their office chairs, not New York. Orthos have jobs, and hipsters don’t. Seeing as I was playing hookie from school today, I guess I am one step closer to being hipster, and one step farther away from being orthodox.
But on the subway to Amy's, I realised that if I can't be hipster, and if I can't be orthodox, maybe I can at least have cornrows.
And if I can, I most definitely want them to look like this:

Day Two - Friday

Amy was at work all day, so I was left to my own devices. I did a LOT of window shopping in Soho, but that got old, so I hopped on the train (well, three trains) and found myself in a very Polish area of Brooklyn. I visited Kevie:

a darling boy who graduated from USC and now goes to culinary school in NY. He cooked up some delicious pasta and we ate it while watching the Food Network. It was all very culinary. Afterwards, I decided to do some more exploring and wandered around Brooklyn. I loved Brooklyn so much I decided to honor it with some mediocre pictures:

I soon found myself in a little tea shop. The boy working recommended the peppermint tea, but I wanted to get the cardomom flavor. Well, the kind boy (lets call him Michael, because that is his name) allowed me to MIX my tea flavors. So I had some cardamom-peppermint-earl grey tea. We bonded over our love of tea a bit more, and then I rushed off to meet up with Billy, a jazz pianist I met last year. I sipped my concoction while Billy ate pizza and proceeded to tell me amazing stories about his piano adventures in the city.
We parted ways in Union Square, where I wandered about while on the phone with Jared. As much as I love the city, it can be lonely and cold – while Jared happens to be good company and warm, which is always an amazing combination if you ask me. (But, unfortunately, I can’t say the same thing for oversteeped cardamom/earl grey/peppermint)
The highlight of Union Square was waiting in a 20 minute line for a 2 dollar apple at Whole Foods. Well worth it, because it was possibly the best apple ever had - a crispness matched by no other. Soon after, Amy and I went back down to Brooklyn for grocery shopping. It was cheap, and 3 hours later, was also very delicious.

Day Three - Saturday

Amy and I went down to buy lots of silver flats in Union Square. We parted, and I spent a good chunk of time in the park at a fair. I almost bought a really big beautiful bag, but instead i bought a vegatable peeler. If everything I own is in thin slices, then why on earth would I need a big bag? And then I bought another apple in Union Square. It was just as delicious as yesterday. I came back to Amy's, and we tried to peel things.
Success: Pickles
Failure: Frozen fruit
We probably could have entertained ourselves with that for a while, but we had to get ready for the night.
We prettied, and posed...

And then hopped in a cab to the Union Square W.

Day Four - Sunday
That morning Amy and I ventured over to this super cute bakery on the lower east side advertised to us by Bernadette, a friend of my sister's. We also brought along delicious sandwiches (full of super thin slices of pickles, of course) and had a central park picnic. It also happened to be the day of the marathon. We watched the runners, consumed our goodies, and felt like fat jerks.

Amy and I parted ways, and I ventured over two blocks to the ever so conveniently located Met. Half way into enjoying the Van Gogh exhibit immensely, Billy joined me in full bearded glory.

He arrived 10 minutes before the museum closed, so we enjoyed some Romanian tea while he told me of some good Brooklyn concert venues.
But sans concert going partner, I did my new favorite New York activity.
I bought another apple at Union Square.
On a side note, I think I am pretty obsessed with the subway system. I can go anywhere very easily, and be entertained by musicians, people watch my heart out, and never have to worry about parking. And then I found a sign that the subways kind of like me too.

Day Five - Monday
After an Au Bon Pain breakfast of chicken soup with Amy, I went down to the Fashion District to meet up with Katherine. The Free People sample sale was a bust, but the earl grey and bagels at the Fashion District's Au Bon Pain were delicious.

After a bit more shopping, and after finding this cow on the way to the restroom

I hopped on the subway with Katherine and she gave me a little tour of Columbia/Barnard. Absolutely breathtaking!
That night Amy and I had our last dinner at Spring Street Natural - a deliciously healthy place in Soho with great service and even better carrot cake.
I really wanted to ice skate in Central Park, but Amy was a party pooper. Instead, we spent the evening on Craigs List and it was a lot warmer and definitely funnier than Central Park.

Day Six - Tuesday
The entire trip Amy had been accusing my of being hipster, and I vehemently denied it. I also accused her of being hipster, which she too denied. That morning I had breakfast and pizza in Washington Square Park with Amy and Mark Hunter.

Amy him if he thought he was hipster.
He denied it.
That was funny.
The pizza was not funny.
It was only delicious.
Pizza consumed, and suit case in tow - one subway and one flight later, I was in LA.
I remember Claire asking me why I was going to NY for so long and I said, "everone takes three day trips. I dont want to just go to new york, i want to fucking go to new york."
Well, now I know the point of a 3 day trip. I enjoyed myself immensely, but I couldnt be happier to be back.

And they thought personalized ring tones were cool.

2005-11-01T16:54:00.000-08:00

**Room Phone rings - it is Nina**
NINA - Hey!
**cell phone rings in background. Nina picks up while Judy comments to Tegan..**
JUDY - Where is that smell of baked goods coming from?
TEGAN - I don't know what you're talking about.
**Nina comes back to the phone**
NINA - It's Greg, I'll call you back.
**Smell of baked goods is forgotten while Judy repositions herself on couch and consumes beef jerkey with Tegan. Room phone rings again**
NINA - Hey, sorry about that.
JUDY - Nina, whenever you call it smells delicious. Like baked goods. How are you doing that? Tegan, can you smell
that?
TEGAN - No?

Only later does Judy realize that spilling Vanilla Ceylon tea all over her room phone wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Picnic

2005-11-01T12:04:00.000-08:00

I have to study all day for my multiple exams tommorrow.
Obviously that means I am doing anything BUT studying, looking through old stuff and finding this:

Back to "The Signapore Experience"...

But he had such pretty hair...

2005-11-01T10:36:00.000-08:00

Emma was a fairy, I was a freudian slip, Jared was Hunter S. Thompson, and Claire was "that girl from old movies who gets rescued from train track" Totally normal right?

Have to admit, that boy has guts. But ... no hair.

Judy Prays she will become a praying navajo named judy

2005-10-28T14:37:00.000-07:00

Here are some things I like about my name
1) it is a full sentence
2) it is fun to add things to the end of my name like "judy prays she will get into stanford" (which is what i wrote on my stanford application. clearly they didnt think it was very funny)

But probably the number one thing I like about my name is that when you run it under google image search, you get this navajo woman, who is now my blog icon.

Updates that have nothing to do with the shower

2005-10-27T15:52:00.000-07:00

- I am going to Long Beach for my dad’s birthday. The tally of Halloween parties I am missing is now four, but… well… I don’t mind all thattttt much because I can’t say I am not psyched to see my parents. I really like them.
- I am going to New York from Thursday, November 3 to Tuesday, November 8. The main reasons I am going are to see Amy and her new place, go to her formal in the Union Square W, and Jet Blue’s sale. I couldn’t be more excited. Perks include H&M and various lunchings with some of my favorite new yorkers. Expect an extremely detailed update.
- for the past month I stopped writing in my diary (a daily routine I have religiously followed since sophomore year). I thought, maybe the blog would be an adequate substitution. Coincidentally, this month, though fabulous, I have been suffering from this weird state of discontentment. Three days ago I reinstated my diary writing regime. I feel back to normal! I realized that this past month has just melded together – and I have become so addicted to daily self reflection, that without it, life is inconsequential and mildly depressing. These past three days I feel back to my deliriously happy self, appreciating the tiny things, and it is simply marvelous.

shower time

2005-10-27T15:09:00.000-07:00

My showers usually revolve around the cycle of my hair's cleanliness.
If my hair is dirty, and I am clean - I will shower.
If I am dirty and my hair is clean... eww, of COURSE I will shower. What do you think I am, a peasant?
But the point is, washing my hair is a big process.
First,there is the shampooing.
Trust me, I have a lot of hair, and shampooing every nook and cranny is intense.
Rinse time.
Here, the effort previously invested in shampooing is redirected to protecting my eyes from remnants of shampoo.
And then the conditioning.
The conditioning!
Finally, a rest! Conditioning, or as I like to call it, the Condintermitioning, provides me with 2 minutes of free time. Not weighed down with the laborious task of washing some part of myself, I am able to finally attend to exciting shower activities I previously had to neglect.
Like:
-read the descriptions on the back of shampoo bottles
Well, that’s basically all there is.
OR IS IT?
After realizing that the back of the shampoo labels don’t change, I was forced to find a new creative pursuit.
Noticing the hairs on the tiles that must have decided a simple wash was just too much to handle, I decided to arrange them in a delightfully artful way.

By the time I finished this curly elvis character, my hair was as thoroughly conditioned as the football team.
And soft, too!

E-famous

2005-10-25T21:13:00.000-07:00

In my 5 minute break from working on my research paper, I checked Gawker - so I wouldnt be too behind on the goings on of the world. To my delight/fury - there sits cobra snake, at the top of the page. Making it on to Gawker an award winning (for a non-celebrity) 3 times, as well as Jane, LA Times, and the like... he infuriates me. Probably more because he flaked on our picnic, and less because he is more famous than me.
Amy and I have been having an ongoing "who can be more e-famous" contest. With the arrival of Amy's new blog, I can't say I'm not nervous. Here are the scores.

Amy
Number of times on Gawker: 1
Number of times on cobrasnake: 1

Judy
Number of times on Gawker: 0
Number of times on cobrasnake: 2

Cobrasnake
Number of times on Gawker: 3, at least?
Number of times on cobrasnake: a million

I can only hope that this entry makes it on to Gawker... but then I guess that would make Amy AND Cobrasnake AND me on Gawker, and then we would ALL win - and what good would that be to my score?

Back to my Clara Bow research paper, who has been on neither Gawker OR cobrasnake. Psh, and people think she's famous.

ps - updates on my life, which I actually have and am a bit surprised I haven't updated about yet, come Thursday. Who's excited?

Presents!

2005-10-20T19:48:00.000-07:00

Present Day came early this year (the day of presents, not the day that is in the present), because i have been recieving fantastic stuff recently, such as:
- An ADORABLE letter from kate with detailed drawings of her NY loot
- A high five from my Asian Media professor
- A lecture from Jason Alexander (who can make even the middle east funny. kind of)
- Caprese Salad (which is all I care about being in the dining halls, ever)
- A trumpet, '45s, and a print of a Yiddish Author - all found stuff in the tunnels of UCLA, given to me by two boys who make a lot of noise from the window across from mine
- a bag of my favorite oatmeal from jared
- a peanut butter + jelly sandwhich from claire
- The gift of being REALLY GOOD at trumpet
- and best off, The idea for the funniest would you rather to date
Would you rather...
a) wear the "you're just jealous because the voices aren't talking to you" shirt every day forever
(things to consider: your wedding, a movie premiere, the movie premiere of your wedding)
or
b) say wazzzzuuuuuup every time you greet someone (a la That Scary Movie fans circa 2005 (not 2000 when it was made))
(**things to consider: job interviews, meeting someones parents, meeting the ghost from scream- AWKWARD)
both of these tasks would be done unironically, ie - you don't see that they are funny in a terrible way, you honestly think they are AMAZING

**provided by amy, via her email response

Oh life, you are so kind to me.

I'm Yom Chipper when it's not Yom Kippur

2005-10-14T15:23:00.000-07:00

I have reinstated my work-study job at the archeaology institute at UCLA.
Thankfully, it still consists of me doing very little on thursdays and fridays for pocket change.
Which is ample time for homework - but I still managed to squander it today on emailing and reading gawker.com.
But I thought maybe a blog update would prove mildly productive.
Yesterday was Yom Kippur - which basically entailed me feeling shitty because i was either:
1) Extremely Starving
2) Extremely Full
I spend my life trying to be a delicious combination of neither of the above, so I guess that makes Yom Kippur the bane of my existence.
Speaking of those, I had Geology of La this morning - as I do every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. In the 5 minutes I was paying attention, we were talking about radioactive isotopes - which strikes me as having to do with neither Geology nor LA. In protest of how the name of the class is false advertising, I proceeded to not pay attention. But then in Lab we got to play with pretty rocks. I asked the teacher a question about "these rocks," and in a very offended tone she said "they are not rocks, they are minerals." Maybe she is fasting for Ramadan and just crabby from not eating. Probably not, considering her last name is Johnson, but that's pretty much the only valid excuse I can imagine for her taking minerals so seriously.
No, faithful reader, not all my classes are terrible! History of American motion picture is actually AMAZING - last time in class we watched Charlie Chaplin's "The Kid" and Buster Keaton's "Sherlock Jr" - both extremely fantastic. I especially think Charlie Chaplin is a genius... but anyway, the point is that class is incredibly interesting. I am also taking a beginning screenwriting class - the professor is, randomly enough, Danny's dad. He is also strikingly similar to Larry David, so I love him two fold. My fourth class is Asian Media. "So you learn about...anime and stuff?" says Nina. No, more like the political systems of different asian countries and how it effects their press. Kind of enriching, Great teacher, probably good for me, and a lot of reading. And a LOT of asians.

Last night, after a big break fast dining hall style, Jared and I rushed over to the free sneak peak of Elizabeth Town. We came too late, so hearts heavy and stomachs full, all we could manage to do to make ourselves feel better was sit on the bench and laugh at the people even later than us for thinking THEY could get in. Pshh. When Jared and I parted ways, Claire and I met up and ventured over to Mike Oleon's. He taught us about his new favorite game which is called death ball - it entails throwing numerous raquet balls in the ceiling fan. Points are divied up three ways:
+1 if your ball hits someone
-1 if someone's ball hits you
+2 if your ball hits someone in the crotch, which, according to michael, is the only place the ball hurts.
"but what if it hits your eyes?" says claire.
"duh, you cover your eyes." says mike.
"But then how do we know who wins?" says I.
The point is, it is quite an enjoyable game. Its exhileraation factor is second only the target brand.
I was reminded of this game when I read this part of amy's email.
"last night caitlin and i came up with a really fun game where we name
celebrities and then place them in NYU greeek life. caitlin pointed out
that my favorite part of the game is nameing hot celebs and putting
them in ZSP [amy's sororit]. I disagree- i prefer putting the slutty ones in the slutty sorority."
There is a book in my living room entitled "Games People Play" - I have never read it, but I want to assume it is something about defining people by the games they play. Assuming this is a correct assumption, I would like to note that Amy is a sorority girl and I am a 5 year old boy. But you know what they says about assuming. You should never use three forms of that word in one paragraph.
Your favorite achaeologist,
Judy

who's your shenat?

2005-10-08T18:38:00.001-07:00

Well, let me start out with sending everyone my warmest, yet belated, Shena Tova.
As Ara informed me, Shenat Ova means "Who's your shenat?" in classical armenian. There's your interesting fact of the day.
I had a splendid New Year, complete with services attended by the one and only Mayim Bialik - ie the actress from our favorite childhood sitcom Blossom - but much more pregnant, less attractive, and a red hair net in place of a big sunflower hat.
That day I also got a letter from Kate which excited me to no end. Last year I put all the letters I recieved on my wall. Here is me, reinstating this tradition.

I'm hoping my bare wall will inspire you.
Speaking of exciting mail, I finally sent out my Apple application for the summer internship.

"I hope Hugh Grant me this position" Oh celebrity puns, always so professional. My address is in the upper left hand corner.. in case you need any more inspiration.
And speaking of reinstating last year's decorum, I put up all my vinyls in the restroom again.

Peeing has never been this much fun!
Or this aesthetically pleasing!
In other news, I remembered this Life Magazine contest in which you have to take a picture of a kiss as iconic as this:

The deadline was in a matter of hours, and so Jared and I asked our friend Katie to click away - and we ran around ucla and ...well... I'll post only a couple...

And the one we chose was...

Well, that was a fun way to spend Friday.
On a completely unrelated note - If something happens at the corners of life, and life is a circle - is something always happening or never happening?

The Wonder of the Soulive show

2005-10-02T13:48:00.000-07:00

So Danny, Claire and I went to the House of Blues last night on Sunset to see Soulive.
All together, one of the best shows i've ever been to.
We went early, to ensure front row standage.
Totally worth it.
The opening act was Ledisi - a band with amazing stage presence - I happen to be quite taken away with both the drummer and the lead singer. (www.Ledisi.com) I'd have to say they were just as good if not better than Soulive themselves.
Thennnn Soulive came on - I was dissapointed with the horns, but both the guitar (eric krasno, who is also the guitarist from Lettuce which is another band i loooove)

and drums

were stellar. I really enjoyed the way the drummer in the Soulive looked, complete with his dancing afro and intense facial expression, but the way the first drummer played in Ledisi was much more captivating and texturized.
And then, as an encore, they played Stevie Wonder's Jesus Children.
That in itself was totally awesome.
But then....

THE stevie wonder came out on stage and blessed us with some harmonica playing, and then sang for a while.
The entire crowd had a ridiculous collective heart attack.
And, I was about 3 feet away from him and his glorius linen suit.
So, in short, a completely and utterly fantastic show.

2005-09-29T20:33:00.000-07:00

All in all, being back has been way too fantastic. I'm doing my best to juggle Jared, Claire, keeping up with every other friend here/not neglecting chall or other long beach people, keeping my room kind of clean, and soon I'll have to put classes into the mix. Don't get me wrong, being mindnumbingly busy is the only way I like it... But all this has resulted in a new found apathy towards meeting new people. This is hard for me to deal with, considering that was my primary love for the past couple of years. But at least I still have venn diagrams.
I came up with this a couple days ago while I was waiting for something.

And I did this today in my earthquakes class...

First day in the dorms

2005-09-25T14:25:00.000-07:00

I woke up at the lovely hour of 9 and Tegan and I shared our first breakfast.
Then she ran off to do one of her programs because, after all, she is the program advisor. And here's her badge to prove it.

I then had I sat in on lunch with Renata, which later turned into lunch with Claire. It is exciting to be able to see everyone in the span of minutes, as opposed to driving across california. Claire's mom and her friend Ali also joined us for lunch. I have reached new heights of love for Ali because not only is she hysterical, but she also reads my blog. Hysterical AND reads my blog? Thats all I really need in a friend.
Here is claire decorating.

A bit later, Jared came.

Amazing to see him, I must say.
I accompanied these folks (jared's brother, mom, roomate and jared)

to the Moca to see the Basquiat exhibit, plus fun festivities like film screenings and djs and such. The turnout was super hipster, which made for great people watching - but surprisingly enough the actual art was my favorite. I was never impressed by Basquiat when I saw his stuff in books and such - but the original is extremely powerful and beautiful.

Last days at 70s s

2005-09-24T13:47:00.000-07:00

I tried to capture my last taping at 70s the best I could, but I got too carried away with actually saying bye to people to take enough pictures.
I reallllllly enjoyed myself the last day, I got to chat up some of my favorite writers and other various people, and the food was - as always, ridiculously delicious.
Here is the toilet I constructed for topher that won me the respect of the entire production office. It may not look impressive, but trust me, they were impressed.

This is the time Wilmer and I were best friends.

This is the time when the grip pretended to be my best friend. As you can see, he does a better job looking like my best friend than Wilmer - and even funnier - I look happier.

This is Ty, the newest PA. (I like him because he's even newer than me and so he is the only one who doesn't treat me like a rookie.) I was walking from stage to the office during a break in the taping and I ran into Ty while he was in the golf cart - he picked me up and we went to the other side of the cbs lot to the Half&Half stage. I talked up his roomate who works there, and other various crew members... as Ty and I enjoyed martinis. This is back at the 70s office, Ty and I looking way more hipster than we really are.

My other favorite thing about Ty is this following conversation.
*Stefen, one of the producers walks in*
Judy: Hey Stefen, do you play tennis?
Stefen: Not really. Why?
Judy: Hmm. You have the same kind of calves as my tennis coach.
*everyone in the office is asked if they play tennis*
Ty: I know my way around the court. I've been playing since I was 5.
Tim: Wow. You any good?
Ty: Eh. I was nationally ranked in high school, that how I got my scholarship for school.

Whatttt??? Who drops that into conversation after weeks of knowing someone?. Most people are eager to brag about that kind of stuff right when they meet you.

Enough about Ty. After the show, my dear friend Tim gave me a ride back to the dorms. He works in post production and is definitely one of my favorite people there. While we were driving he, in a very Ty-ish way, mentioned that he used to live with/work for Helmut Lang (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helmut_Lang) and had to "wear that stuff all the time". I was impressed and excited, but mostly so I could tell Amy and Kate because I know they will probably the only ones who care.

It was so exciting to get back to the dorms. I visited Danny for a while, and we talked about possibly attending the Soulive show. Then I got to see Renata, which was wayyy exciting because we could just not manage to meet up all summer.
So in short, a completely fantastic friday.

2005-09-22T17:17:00.000-07:00

I'm sitting at work, looking very busy by reading random people's blogs/blogs of my friends/gawker/history of apple.

Here are some statistics:

Number of emails I have gotten today: 4 - a yahoo update, a ticketmaster update, two from nina. Oh yahoo, ticketmaster, and nina - my only friends.You'd think I'd learn to stop checking me email every 4 minutes, no?

Number of green tea frappys I have consumed on the '70s show tab: 1/2. And mind you, it was twice as delicious as one i would have bought myself.

Hours I spent trying to park last night on Gayley: 2.5, at least

Amount of inches on either side of my car, once parked: two on each side, a grand total of 4. pictures pending, because I couldnt be more proud. Or boring, I guess.

What Alice and I ate last night at The Palms: Pad Thai, Chicken Noodle Soup, and Pepper and Garlic Beef. Yum.

Time it took me to unpack my stuff in to my room: like, 40 minutes. Impressed? I am.

Number of people I have recently talked to who are OBSESSED with Lost: 4? HUNDRED.

As Ty, the PA has just noted, "I would hate to be the person who has to read all that."

I'm sorry if you found this incredibly unentertaining.

If you did, feel free to comment with something long and unentertaining and I promise I will read it.

Unless you are yahoo or ticketmaster.

Monday, Septmeber 19 - 2005

2005-09-19T16:26:00.000-07:00

My life has been basically consisting of three things: interning, phone tag, and realizing that i will be at school super soon. Today at Anthem, my last day, I finished up my review and copied a bunch of music on my computer.
The other day I found out from a guy I work with on 70's that the Curb Your Enthusiasm premiere party (of season 5, i assume) is THIS wednesday. I went to great lengths to get an invite. The closest I got was asking Andreas, my boss at Anthem, if he knew anyone. He went to his computer and proceeded to type - two minutes later saying that his HBO friend says the party is at paramount, and he could get me in if i had asked earlier - but it was too late because the guest list was closed.
Bummer.
As for today, I am planning on finishing my application for the Apple internship for next summer and tagging back people a la phone.
And unfortunately, I have no pictures of any of that.
But Nima did send me this link which I will leave you with:
www.penguinwarehouse.com
and another joy:
http://catsinsinks.com/
Oh animals, so silly.

Wednesday, Sep 14

2005-09-14T23:18:00.000-07:00

So instead of being bored today, I took a lot of pictures of me pretending not to be bored - which ended up to be a lot more fun than I would have thought.
I woke up and then pretended to read this book (for some reason, I can't get past chapter 3)

I then looked through old pictures. I enjoy doings this immensely. Here are two of my favorites:

Then I tried to decide whether or not to return these boots I bought a couple of weeks ago with Kate.

And by decide, I mean take a picture wearing them where you can't really see the boots at all.
Then I painted these shoes.

Then I took pictures with cute phones I found in my house.

But I decided not only was my head missing, but various hats on my head.
Like this, the hat of warmth.

And this, the hat of protection.

I was so busy pretending to be on the phone, I missed John's phone call.
But I soon called him back.
And within the hour John, his dilated pupils, and I were at a fast paced game of ping pong.

I eventually wound up at my mom's house. Nina and I peeled cardemon, our new favorite spice, while I awaited Brian's arrival. Much fun was had by all. Especially Arcady, who took this picture.

My dear Brian came right on time, and soon we were off in his his little orange buggy to Open Sesame - his favorite place - where he also happens to have shady dealings involving a hard drive, 230 gigs of music, and a seedy hipster character.
Regardless, we managed to have ourselves a deliciously silly time.

My favorite Brian quote from this evening is an excerpt of conversation we had about his trip to India
B - "I had to get SIX shots. You know how much that cost me?"
J - "Which ones did you have to get?"
B - "Ah, you know, all the tight ones."
Maybe this is only funny to me, but still, way funny and classic Brian.
Anyway, after our fantastic grubbing, over conversation about his possible becoming of a monk, we listened to James Brown and tabla in his car.

Shower time!
(pictures pending)
(just kidding)
(i dont really take showers)

that '70s show and other intern news

2005-09-11T19:07:00.000-07:00

So as some of you know, i recently started the best internship evvvvver at That '70s show, all thanks to Amy and her constant dissatisfaction.
Highlights (of the job, not Amy's dissatisfaction) include :
1) Free delicious food. So free. So delicious. The other day I had Créme Brulée. Mmm.
2) Free parking. Much better than the 5 dollar parking at anthem, and the 2 hour parking at Bug Music.
3) Seeing Bruce Willis and Demi Moore. Being at Ashton's last episode party. Opening the door for McAuley Culkin. Ordering a drive on pass for Chris Kirpatrick (that one Nsync guy no one really cared about.) These are less exciting than fun to brag about. Even though, now that I think about it, I'm bragging about it right now and it's not that fun. Well, kind of fun.
4) Everyone who works there is young (late 20s ealy 30s) and hilarious. I am realizing that these are ideal traits in coworkers.
5) The people in the production office (where I spend most of my time) hate Topher Grace and wanted me to make it look like he's sitting on a toilet in the poster that is on the door. I did. They loved it. I felt like a good intern. Then I proceeded in reading everyone's palms which resulted in 3 minute popularity, and then being reprimanded for the rest of the day for only reading the first 2 chapters of the "How to read palms" book.
6) People in the office took to calling me "amazing" because I say it every other word. I loved it. However, they then took to calling me "'87" because they are all in shock that I was born in that year. I have to say I liked amazing better.
7) I work very hard and very much, but it all results in super fantastic Thursdays and Fridays.
8) Amy, who got an amazing paid internship at InTouch, and I figured out the best possible way to combine our internships. I'll take a picture with Wilmer, send it to her, and she'll publish it and run it with a blurb saying "Is Wilmer craving the old Lindsay Lohan?" Brilliant!

In other internship news, and because this post needs a picture, here is my name in the masthead of Anthem.

I'm totally famous, no?

hella nor cal trip!

2005-09-10T14:23:00.000-07:00

Saturday
Claire and I headed up to northern california via my Camry, complete with a backseat stocked with trader joes goodies. Our first stop was San Louis Obispo - where we met Tegan for a delicious and much needed cup of coffee. Mike, our first destination, seemed incredibly peeved that we were stopping - and told us we would be LUCKY if we got to Orinda by 6:30. We decided to play our luck and took another road break in San Ardo - population 2: asian man and dead cat. That was less pleasant and more funny. We finally arrived in Orinda, at 5:59 no less. So lucky! This proved to incite much jubilation in both Claire and I. Here is proof of our 5:59 arrival, as illegible as that may be in this picture:

Once in Orinda, Mike took us to Berekely where we had two hours to roam the streets as he worked in his playhouse.
Our first adventure was asking a random person where the nearest cafe was. He not only told us in his very israeli accent, but escorted us there AND protected us - minus the oozie gun, plus a very israeli sense of humor.

We eventually parted ways with The Israeli, and found ourselves in a delicious gellato joint. Claire and I went into "obnoxious mode" and basically tried every flavor they had. Regardless, we won the heart of the brazillian employee - here we are modeling the copius (popular oakland word) amout of shovels we used, and the number of the brazillian (Mac) to be used at a later date (namely Monday, where he promised us an invite to a labor day bbq)

Sunday
First I must share the wonderful view from Mike's living room.

After a wholesome breakfast, Claire, Mike, and had to bid this wonderful view goodbye. Mike went back to his beloved playhouse, and Claire and I took BART to San Francisco in high hopes of going to the MoMA. Silly little girls we are, we ended up wondering around the streets having just a bit too much fun. But the adventure only REALLY started when we were on our way back.
As we were purchasing our bart tickets, I had the brilliant idea of putting both our fares on one ticket. This, as our new best friend Faithen The Bart Attendant explained, was not even a little bit of a brilliant idea. But Faithen hooked us up with a special pass, and I insisted we took a picture with Faithen, because he absolutely adorable, as you can see here:

So after my extensive love of Faithen subsided, Claire and I made our way to the train. We spotted an intriguing man we had seen at the Mac store who looked incredibly conversation worthy, and ran after him, and on to the train. We asked him if this was the right train, more to initiate conversation than anything, and he told us that no, it is not. Dissapointed, we got off. As we awaited our train's arrival, I decided this would be a perfect opportunity to re-admire the Faithen picture. I opened my bag, and to my dismay, no camera was to be found.
We took the train back to Faithen, and in a way that only Faithen could do, he grabbed his walkie talkie and escorted us to the platform in attempt to solve the situation. As we walked down the stairs, I told Claire that if we were to find the camera, I would donate 100 dollars to Katrina. And by Katrina I meant the people affected by the hurricane, not that girl we went to Hebrew School with. I said it out loud half to make myself accountable for it, and half to increase the chances of us finding the camera. However, we came to the platform, looked over it in a very Garden State like way, but no camera was there awaiting us.
But THEN a little girl tapped me on the shoulder, and said "is this what you're looking for?"
And it WAS!

Oh, little girl, how wonderful you are! Not to mention how much you look like a young version of my old roomate.
So after 34563 hugs to both the little girl and Faithen, Claire and I got on the right train.
Which actually turned out to be the wrong train, which means the original train was in fact the right train. Which means the moral of the story is never trust what men with interesting looks have to say. Unless you want to find you camera.
That night Claire and I thought of a fantastic series of would you rather questions. The original being "Would you rather be a famous and rich concert pianist or a famous and rich persian rug maker?" Mike did not think these questions were remotely funny. I thought they were hysterically funny. Their funny factor was probably somewhere inbetween not funny and hysterical.
Monday
We left Mike's earlier than expected and ended up spending the day in a Peets Coffee in Oakland people watching. It's one of those things you had to be there for, but trust me, it was incredibly entertaining. Then we met up with Mac (the brazillian) at an Oakland river.

We then followed him to the Berekely bbq. Delicious! The guy hosting it, Keefe (not Keith with a speech impediment as we had thought before we saw his ID) had just finished culinary school. Possibly the best meat I have ever had. Even Claire, a vegetarian, caved in and LOVED it.
That night Claire and I had a gorgeous drive up to Santa Rosa. It was greaaaaat to see Jared. I only took one picture of him, I guess I was just too excited to be there to actually capture it. Ill show the picture not because it's an especially interesting one, but more so because it seems wrong not to.

Here he is eating some pretty delicious kabobs Ellen Fryer has graciously made for him. Not to much later she made me a tomato basil salal, and it was delectable. It was great to see Jared, and it only makes me more excited for school to start.
Tuesday
After a quick visit to Downtown Santa Rosa's Peets coffee, we made our way down to San Jose to see Emma.

I forgot how adorable she is. We went to a tasty Indian place for a fantastic dinner, after a day of thrifting. I was trying to predict which kind of sunglasses will be in after this gigantic craze blows over. Naturally, the ugliest thing now will become cool in a couple of months. And then we found them.

My favorite part of the day was after dinner when we went on one of those little horsey rides they have outside of ralphs. We asked some guys standing around to tape it for us on my camera. They did. It's mildly entertaining.
That night we headed down to Santa Cruz to see Wiley.
His pad and his parents are incredibly rad.

He lives in the garage - amid tons of art, a floor made from a basketball court, records, a ping pong table, and a stainless steal kitchen.

Good times were had by all.
Wednesday
After a good bakery breakfast, we left Santa Cruz and hit the road. Our only stop was in a Trader Joes in Summerland which is just south of Santa Barbara. Definitely the best TJ I have ever been to. Tons of samples, a whole treasure chest full of free candy and applesauce, an interactive component where you have to find this stuffed animal, a sweet staff who cut our celery for us, and a very clean public restroom - basically everything you want in a trader joes visit, minus the groceries?
We got back to Long Beach around 7, to find that Claires car was actually no where to be found. It had been towed. Helllla faulty. But at least it was one more night to spend with Claire, and I can't complain about that. Besides the last incident, the trip was amazingly perfect and I can't think of a better way to usher in the school year.