Wednesday, November 15, 2006


I think I am slowly coming out of the deep dark hole that's consumed me for about 6 weeks. A much needed weekend away forced me out of my rut and to plant a solid foot on the rung of a ladder. Several of us SJU gals and our spouses visited our friend Devon in north Jersey for an evening of tasty treats, drinks and catching up. I hung around through the weekend, toured Hoboken and then trained it into New York to visit Beth, get cracking on wedding photography, and attend a graduate info session at NYU.

I packed a lot into this one day - old school Chrissie style. But it was great. I took the subway all by myself! Usually people tell me which lines to take, but I sucked it up and read the map and boarded one, figuring I'd never learn unless I just did it.

We have the Final 56 - 56 wedding photographs to be featured in the album. Next up is deciding which to blow up and how to lay them out, but at least we have 56 photos narrowed from 700+. Accomplishment.

The NYU thing...this sounds the Masters program I've dreamed of. It's through their Gallatin School of Individualized Study and is just that - individualized and interdisciplinary. Finally after attending info session after info session on a range of concentrations, I can and will coherently describe how I will mesh MBA classes with performance studies with production. I am convinced there is a comprehensiveness to all my desires and should a masters program make sense (and be financially doable), then this is THE school for me.

Last night as I stared bleakly at the TV, anticipating more rain and more unseasonably warm weather and going to icky work the next day, I remembered the day before and thought - why have it end in Village? I took a step in the right direction and through myself into something even in a dark hour. So I created 2 more pages for my scrapbook and managed to whip together some Betty Crocker sugar cookies. Even in my PMSed state right now, I'm getting crap done. I'm applying to a position at Orchestra 2001.

I needed a spark...something to light a fire again and at least move me to work actively, agressively toward something positive.

Friday, November 10, 2006


Existing in the midst of "me, me, me...mine, mine mine" (my co-worker touting the recent artist show's orders, sales, and the shop's mere building and site as his very own), I remove myself physically and mentally to share with you some recent reflections on the 90210 On DVD conversation:

From my brother John:

Season 1, Episode 13
"The Walshes allow a young Latino girl named Karla Montez, (their maid Anna's niece) to use their address so she can attend West Beverly High School. Brandon becomes intrigued with Karla, but he suspects that she's hiding something due to her wariness and a strange man following her around. Later, when Jim arranges a party for one of his clients, Brandon causes a scene when he finds Karla at the party serving drinks and thinks she's being used as cheap labor."

(disclaimer: girls are latino and not latina according to the international movie database, not me) Though personally I'm more of a fan of the saga of Kelly's coke addiction and recovery with psycho girl Tara, I sure can't wait to see this one again!

From Liz:
I'm so glad that I am not the only one addicted to this "Mindless Drivel" as my husband calls it! Now I can torture him with hours and hours of 90210on DVD!! He gets football Sunday, so I get this! My favorite season, by far, is their senior year in high school when Brenda finds out that Kelly and Dylan are hooking up!!

From Beth:
Chris, I'm so happy for you! I'm also laughing really hard right now.
My favorite episode: David's friend accidentally kills himself while showing David his dad's gun. When the friend's mom tries to make David feel guilty? I love it.
Have fun with the gang!

From Kara:
I am glad to know I am in good company with other 90210 fans. Forget the election, I will be in line waiting for my copy of the first season!

From Christy:

If Donna Martin can graduate, anything is possible! Hooray for the zip code with a voice. Welcome back, gang.
On a sicker note, I enjoyed the season where Kelly was a cokehead. I just felt the show needed a darker edge and, go figure, they went total cheese with it.

From Cindy:
As much as I love the gang from BH, I wanna wait until the season comes out where David Silver is a hottie DJ and Donna catches him in the limo with his music producer. That season was absolute GOLD. I can skip the 1st season where David's friend accidentally shoots himself at his lame-ass birthday party.

From Tracey:
You crack me up!!!!!!! I loved when Dylan and Brenda got together, damn that Kelly!

From my sister Bethann:

Today I heard Shophie B. Hawkins, "Damn I wish I were Your Lover" The memories of Dylan and Kelly sneaking behind Brenda's back, surfing, having "good times" in the cabana at the BH Beach Club. And Brenda and Donna in Frace, where Brenda pretends she is French and lies to Dean Cain. Stupid Donna wearing a ugly yellow dress and thinking she could be a model. David falling for that stupid girl Nicki behind
Donna's back...WOW! I miss the drama. Even Grey's Anatomy isn't that drama filled. Remember when Brenda found out and she played "Losing My Religion" over and over again?

Monday, November 06, 2006


It's what I've been waiting YEARS for...The legit 90210 first season to be released on DVD. The world has not only righted itself, but has gotten a bit better with this fantastic news. Since FX rearranged their line up years ago (and I had to work?!) I haven't been able to get my dose of the gang in EONS. I am especially giddy when I have a day off around the holidays and I happen to tool around and either FX or the Soap network are syndicating all the Thanksgiving or Christmas episodes. ALL DAY LONG. The marathons can now exist in my own home.

What else can I say?

Sunday, November 05, 2006

I think I should be a nanny

SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22–Dec. 21): In the 18th century, the Bastille was a notorious French prison. Its squalor was perhaps less oppressive than other jails', however, because every inmate was supplied with three bottles of wine per day. Being so continuously intoxicated, few were inclined to attempt escape. I bring this to your attention, Sagittarius, in the hope that it will serve as a warning. You are, in my opinion, overdue to flee from your own personal version of imprisonment. But you'll be unlikely to do that if you're drunk or stoned or otherwise in the throes of an influence that keeps you foggy, distracted, or artificially satisfied. In the interests of liberation, please keep your senses honed and your awareness focused.