July 30, 2010 by
As you get older, sometimes you change. I’m shocked that some of my friends have become republicans or born again. I’m happy to report that, other than my sagging boobs, I haven’t changed.
One of my unemployment projects has been ensuring all of my CDs have been ripped and added to iTunes. Yes, even Morrissey. The media was then going to be donated to my college radio station for a write off.
While I was going through my notebooks of CDs, I ran across some of my DJ days that my ex-boyfriend had digitized from very old 90-minute TDK cassette tapes. I had a two-hour show at my school as well as at an all-boys college down the street that craved female talent.
I had fun listening and realized, with the exception of a few one-hit wonders, I had incredible indie/alternative musical taste, a bit of a sense of humor, and a slight accent. Now, as I continue to listen to The Cult, Siouxsie & the Banshees, and Concrete Blonde, I can smile and know I was on to something and ahead of my time.
I shipped my notebooks back to school in a wine box sealed with Warhol-ized Jesus tape. “I can’t wait to see what you have,” said the music director in an email. Hopefully, he’ll see I have eclectic musical tastes and a warped sense of humor.
July 19, 2010 by
As of today, I’ve lived in Los Angeles seven years. It’s not really something to celebrate more than mark the time in awe. It has flown and yet it has stood still. I spent the afternoon with a New Yorker that relocated three years ago. She’s still adjusting, but mocks the place just like I do. It’s can’t-put-your-finger-on-it weird here. After a bottle of wine, we concluded we liked the weather.
Dating is still hard. Finding work is harder. I’ve got the seven-year itch.
July 14, 2010 by
As the cranky old lady of the internet, social networking can be annoying. Probably because I’ve done BBS. I’ve played in chat rooms. I’ve created avatars and connected with people in communities with full voice duplexing and text. I’ve built web pages without a CMS. But as I’ve said before, I’ve gotta stay hip with the kids. And I’ll do anything if it gets me laid or gets me a job.
Hence my love of LinkedIn. I no longer have to send a mass email to my network that says “does anyone know the CMO at X Corporation? There’s a great job there.” LinkedIn has produced screaming efficiencies in my business networking. It makes me feel like a whore in sensible shoes at a convention. That is, until you see an old john.
The dark side of social networking is the algorithm used to connect you with others. Schools, employers, outbox scrapes, and friend-of-a-friend connections are some of the ways social nets continually find people to keep you engaged. LinkedIn was doing a pretty good job at helping me build my network until it decided my ex-husband was someone I should know. I uttered a backwards scream and a GTFO and immediately clicked on the link, because you know I had to. I had not seen him since 1994 and the last time we chatted, it was hilariously tragic. He didn’t remember my name. In this instance, this was what we call in the business a “happy” click. His thumbnail image showed thinning hair (probably the result of 90′s hair product abuse) and puffy cheeks.
With a smile on my face, I X-ed him off my list. He wouldn’t be able to get me a job, but at least I know I now have better hair.