The Industry Standard Suspends Publication

The Industry Standard Suspends Publication

when the main rag of the industry dies, isn’t it basically the equivalent of the four horseman riding in?

  • Aug 17
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it’s playing with camera time.

it’s playing with camera time.

back in brooklyn

outside my office

why am i awake?

well, lo and behold i’m

well, lo and behold i’m back in the big smelly apple. Two interesting dichotomies i’ve come up with concerning my old home (nyc) and my new (paris):

1. in new york it smells outside: the trash, the decomposing rats, the guy that deposited his slightly digested lunch in that corner there. in paris it smells inside: eau de perspiration, i think it’s called.

2. in paris personal freedom is supreme. in the states corporate freedom is.

the first is, well, self explanatory. the second just takes a minute of thought but is self-evident also. sitting in a park having a beer? in paris of course. then on the flipside is the inability of parisians to even conceptualize forming a proper line, ever. being able to buy a mop whenever you want? in ny, duh. but then when it comes to whether or not you have decent health insurance you are completely at the mercy of whatever iron deficient creep is sitting in a cube adding up numbers in your office. anyway, nothing earthshaking either i suppose.

so, nothing like a day in wall street to kill a girl’s appetite for the city. our ny office reminds me of one of those excruciatingly dull indie films. the desks of the people that got laid-off 2 months ago are in the exact state they were left in. the desk i was sitting at still had the phone list of 5 months ago (which has had more changes than stayed-the-same’s) still tacked up behind the chair. i trashed that and scrubbed my desk down, just cause. if i were staying there for more than 2 days, my girlie instinct would’ve probably led me to clean the whole damn place. it’s like peeking into the room of a serious nutcase, where you can just tell just how bad things are from the manic disarray and the almost purposeful lack of care. and that’s just the aesthetics. the dir. of marketing basically lost it at a meeting before noon. and when i came back from lunch the sys admin manager had finally come in and was typing his letter of resignation. and this is just the obvious stuff. are all companies like this? or just the ones i work for? i have also noticed a disturbing pattern developing: all my bosses get fired. wtf?

things have a veneer of stability in paris, but this i fear is a very thin facade. meanwhile, i’ve got one project that i’ve supposed to have been working on for the past 2 weeks but i’ve been procrastinating like flaky college kid. i’ve got till monday to come up with something halfway decent to show my boss when he comes back from vacation. it’s starting to feel hopeless though. i got my camera today too, which is like handing said flaky college kid a sunny day and tickets to an outdoor festival. i’m screwed. i have miraculously avoided being really jet lagged which is a small victory; however i’m an exhausted mess even though i happen to be awake at the proper time. like i told eric today when he asked why i’ve come for only 4 days, i’ve basically come to drink some beer, pick up my winter clothes and totally fuck up my biorhythm. bombs away folks…

Interesting Salon article: Candy from

Interesting Salon article:

Candy from strangers

Teen girls flash some skin on their “cam sites,” and fans shower them with gifts. Who’s exploiting whom?

and then an emotional (and convincing) rebuttal from one of the “camgirls” (god that’s a gross word) interviewed in the story. It’s always good to be reminded that journalists are far from infallible.

I’m prolly just showing my age here (24 – haa!), but it’s an enormous relief that the internet wasn’t around when i was in high school. I didn’t think so then but now i realize, it sure coulda been worse.

I posted 2 new mp3s

I posted 2 new mp3s for your day’s sountrack. Maxwell has a new album out. Changed is pretty funky track, not as slow as his usual fare. The other is Digital Love by Daft Punk. This song and this group is HUGE here. I don’t have the club mix, which is what i hear all the time, but you’ll get the point. It really reminds me of a song from a John Hughes movie or something, but a bit updated. And really, english singing with a french accent is kind of endearing.

i just saw a disturbing

i just saw a disturbing and disturbingly bad movie, suspicious river. i didn’t know anything about it, just that it was in english. next time, more research.

on another note, i was reading saranwarp and whatever-whenever while dying my hair tonight, and it occurred to me that i’m really far from new york. it’s only been a month, but i’ve forgotten about the stifling heat, the dizzying cycle of trendy bars. though i’m not even close to being involved in any scenes here, everything seems a lot looser, slower kinda. i walk about twice as fast as anyone here, and i’ve never thought of myself as a particularly fast walker either.

i’m going to new york on wed for the weekend. i really don’t miss the city much. i wish my friends and my cat would just all come here for the weekend. i really miss my cat, it didn’t occur to me that i’d miss a pet so much. i didn’t used to miss her when i was away at school.. odd.

but i’m surprised myself. i don’t really want to walk around in the oppressive humidity, with the sidewalks practically seizing from the heat (yeah, i’m starting to remember now).

i am looking forward to being able to hold my own during the ordinary transactions of life, such as buying a mop. just thinking about how easy it will be to ask a question about something in a store kinda thrills me. darleen reccomeded i read “Me Talk Pretty One Day” by David Sedaris about his struggles with the french language while living in paris. notable quotable from the book via an amazon reviewer:

“It’s a pretty grim world when I can’t even feel superior to a toddler.”

you said it, brother!

while we’re at it, something else from the book i’m reading now Soul Mountain by Gao Xingjian.

i thought this was nice:

People said trees have feelings and tree demons are sensitive just like people and don’t like being tickled. If you poked something into the hole of the trunk, the tree would shake all over laughing, just like when you tickled her under the arms and she immediately pulled away and laughed until she was out of breath.

it’s that kind of book.

nighty night now.

  • Aug 13
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currently reading a good blog:

currently reading a good blog: gus via jami. even tho i am being charged 13 cents a minute for this connection by totally uninternational earthlink. and it’s a dialup.

you don’t really really have to refridgerate mustard after opening do you?

fridgeless (that’s kinda a cool word)

so it’s been a few

so it’s been a few days since the last post, and much has happened. well mostly i’ve just done a lot stuff. i do have a telephone line now, but no actual working telephone yet. which is okay since i only need the line for the internet. i also finally got a little table/desk at a flea market in the porte de montreuil today. it was a “bon marche” (which means cheap, but really directly translates to “good buy”. there is no word for cheap.. hmm telling?). if i feel really attached to it and to my home i’ll strip it and repaint it cause it really is quite cute. i’m really into the table, must be because i’ve been doing everything on the floor or on my couch/bed thing. tables are just so handy! i ordered that camera yesterday and am very excited. i’ll get to post pictures of my table and my cute little street and like notre dame and stuff to.

anyway the flea market was great. i gotta go back again and get other stuff. there’s a lotta old school used clothing shopping to done too. the kind where you dig through piles and piles of shit. i just didn’t have the stamina for it today though. i gotta really psych myself up for that. ya know carbo load.

i’m currently putting some bright red streaks in my hair. so i’m sitting here with one of these completely ridiculous dying caps on. these dying kits are so fucking funny. i don’t think the illustrations on the directions have changed a bit since the 50s. if i had a scanner i’d put em all over my site. also i am making progress on neille.com v3.0. stay tuned for updates.

so i tried to go out on my own to bastille, a hoppin part of the city on friday night. it was a total bust. i couldn’t get 5 steps without being hassled. it was quite unpleasant, you know, this is the one part of being a woman that is really unfair and really pisses me off. if you are a guy you can travel all over the damn planet and do what ever you want without giving it a second thought. as a chick, nasty guys make sure we have to be on our guard constantly. it isn’t nearly this bad in nyc. i guess it’s the latin culture here. everyone keeps telling me if i’m so out of sorts about it here i should definitely not go to italy. well i won’t go alone that’s for sure. i swear i’m not just being a culturally insensitive american. i mean it’s not like if a guy just talks to me i get all freaked. there’s just a lot of following and invading personal space involved, the kind where i can tell exactly what the guy just had for lunch. and usually it’s onions, bleh.

on saturday night i was far less ambitious and was actually not planning on doing anything but it was quite hot, and because no one uses screens here, the minute i open my windows all the bugs think i’m havin a party or somethin. the night before i killed half a dozen whose guts are currently the only art on my walls. lovely, no? so i just escaped with no bra and no plan and wandered into the first bumpin bar blasting daft punk. oh, did i mention i’m in the gay section of paris? so i had 2 “geeentoneeks” completely unbothered. there was one really hot girl and all the rest were big queens who’d rather eat dirt than talk to me. perfect!

one highlight of the weekend was when i was sitting on the bank of the seine watching the sunset, i got a call on my cell from my dad. so i was swingin my legs talking to him, looking quite parisian i suppose on account of this awesome summer hat i got at another flea market, les puces in porte de clingnacourt. and one of these big tourist boats came sailing by. a woman in a chador (an islamic veil) took a video of me. i threw down a peace sign – california style. now i’ll be in someone’s travel memories. that’s pretty cool. it’s a great hat. it’s gotten a lot of attention.

oops – time for a check on the hair…

  • Aug 12
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i don’t have too much

i don’t have too much time today

tho unfortunatly i do have lots to say

(nice rhyme, eh?) i’m only at work for a coupla hours and then off to meet france telcom to install a phone line and dsl (if i can say that in french). then off to ikea. it’s open late tonight. so i can get myself a futon and a mirror. i know i will probably end up getting all sorts of other crap, but a girl can be hopeful…

i was perusing my log files this morning and was quite shocked to discover the absolutely nastyness that pulls up neille.com on the search engines. my mom was right, i realy ought to stop using such bad fucking language.

following are Top Search Phrases:

lukeworld.com

mouth fucking

nil

nil by mouth

denoument

heather havrilesky

evaluation for technical writing

picasso erotique two women on bed

shit in mouth picture (this one’s particularly nice)

fuelray

nil shah

stranger inside

suck mouth ass

www.areosmith.com videos

writing user requirements

design by chopping block

mouth fuck

ups-call-center

i need to come over and wash y’alls keyboards out with soap. pervs!

  • Aug 9
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yes yes y’all it’s a

yes yes y’all

it’s a new section y’all

just to the right, as you can see

called AIM – bite. it’s like a sound bite, but from the wonderful world of instant messaging. hopefully i’ll update it more often than i do the picture. which, yes i know sorely needs to be replaced. i’d get on that a lot faster if someone would buy me a camera.

  • Aug 8
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