I miss my Chicago life. Jen Smith. Erica Burnham. Doug Burns. Jewel Grocery Stores. The Montrose/Broadway Liquor Store. The Sheridan Park Public Library. Boystown. Halsted Street. Dennis, my landlord. Clean public transportation.
So, here’s the logo I’ve chosen for Uptown Hound (with lots of input from you!). The brilliant, brilliant Gina at ginagraphics.com did it for me. I think I love her. How cute is this? (If you don’t like it, you have bad taste, and I don’t want to hear your opinion!)
Grand Opening will be May 15th (originally scheduled for April 15th, but then I realized that was tax day … bad). You’ll get an invitation. It’s a catered affair, so dress appropriately, and bring presents.
That’s all I got for now. Later.
Let me tell you what. If I have to put on pants and run down the stairs one more time tonight to tell someone to:
1) Close the SUV door; or
2) Turn down the radio
I’m going to jail for murder. What the hell? I’m going to work on my anger, and then post some good stuff later.
So, the FCC Presentation was a HUGE success. I spent an extra session on Saturday talking to the students about it, and am going to do another presentation in May for students from Stern. Big shakes! Most of this group were international students, which was interesting — much more invested in the learning process than my American colleagues were when I was in law school. Privilege is deadly. Anyway, sadly, only one of them made it (no money) to the WOMMA conference, but he shared a good bit of information with the group that raised a bunch of questions re: legal and ethical issues and regulatory reform. Good, good, good stuff. I hope I keep the enthusiasm going — it’s just hard to come home after these things and not get caught up in the day-to-day, mouse-hunting, apartment-cleaning, dog-walking, business-starting work that I have to do.
In other news, my dog is the smartiest, partiest dog there is. Here’s his new trick — to get a treat, and also get to taste the chicken bones, he picks up the bone (yes, in his mouth. He’s not THAT smart.) and then looks at me and spits it out, like, “Ptooey”. Then, knowing he gets a treat for not eating the bone, he waits for me to give him one, since I’ve taken to carrying them in my coat pockets. (I can’t say how many times I’ve reached in my pocket for my MetroCard and pulled out a Beggin Strip instead. Embarrassing.) This morning, he tried that trick with a rock … and still got a treat. I am dumb.
I’m getting ready to be offline, to get ready for my presentation “Corporate Communications Strategies — FCC Regulation & Response”. I know it sounds like dullsville, but I actually think it is going to start some good discussion in the group (provided I got the target right!). I’ll be back with news of the outcome this weekend.
In the meantime, today, Burger King introduced a new omelet sandwich. Would you like to know what’s in it? Okay, here it goes:
- Two eggs
- Three strips of bacon
- Two slices of American (blech!) cheese
- A bun
Would you like to know what else is in it? You’ll be sorry:
- SEVEN HUNDRED AND THIRTY CALORIES
- 47 GRAMS OF FAT
The thing is, I bet it’s greasolicious, and I kind of want one right now, since I just had yogurt for lunch, but I think Hardee’s already stole the “If you can’t beat ’em join ’em” positioning with it’s enormoburger. McDonald’s, meanwhile, is busy getting healthy, Taco Bell is cheap and friendly … spaces are filling up. What should the BK do?
Zico! is some delicious drink. I don’t even like coconuts that much, but this 99.9% coconut water is 100% awesome. In all honesty, I bought it because the little package it comes in is so cute — I just thought it was water. I’m so American. Put it in a shiny, pretty or pink box, bag or crate, and I’ll take two, thank you very much. No wonder I’m broke!
So, I volunteer at at animal shelter, cleaning cages, staffing adoption events, etc. one or two days a month. I can’t do fostering right now, because I am not home enough to provide good care, but I just got an email today re: dogs needing foster (so they’re not euthanized because the shelter is full). This dog is too cute not to be adopted. Somebody better get her:
Sweet, sweet, sweet. And, look how cute. Unconditional love in that little package? You’d be a fool not to take her home with you.
Today is the day I get motivated — spring is here, rebirth and rejuvenation is upon me! No more bad food, bad habits, bad attitude. Just fun, fun, fun, all the time!
Uptown is opening on April 15th. Gina at Ginagraphics did a great job on the logo — one more revision, and we’ll be good to go. And, Olive is up and running — three clients! No money yet, but whatever, it’s fun anyway, and it’s not costing me anything. So, these are things to be thankful for and that provide some relief from an otherwise mundane life on 120th Street.
Speaking of 120th Street, did you know there was something called Rap Snacks? I saw an empty package on the street when I was walking Lou this morning. Thank the Lord for Russell Simmons’ Hip Hop Yoga to act as a counter to high-fat, high-calorie, low-nutrition foods marketed to people of color. It’s a good bet, these aren’t available in Whole Foods.
Whew. I’m just saying.