Nude Shoe 2.0

Amsterdam ft. facial expressions and Jenny's necklace

thinking about not writing on this blog anymore and just posting stuff like this.

Critical Cor-tess-spondence

I think I've been checking this blog regularly (either daily or every-other-daily) since my last post about 4 months ago. I'm not sure if it's been out of hopefulness or brain deadedness when interacting with the internet. We are all about not posting things ever. Today, that will change but tomorrow it will probably go back to collecting dust. Oh well.

I thought a blog post might be a fun way of telling you that I'm going to start working for a different blog. Much like this blog, the other blog won't be paying me dollars for my efforts but it will be rewarding in other ways (I think/hope). This is the new place of work. If you scroll down, you'll notice the post about "looking for 2 new interns"... now one of the interns is me.

I'm going to be working with the editors on making the site look more fancy, transcribing interviews, and perhaps doing an interview or two myself. I'm a little nervous about it but mostly in a good way. I remember stumbling onto Critical Correspondence a few years ago when I was working at Moss and bringing my computer to use the single bar of wifi that only existed in the front door of the store (also known as the good old days). I was pretty excited to find this blog because it was a nice opportunity to see what was goin' on in these parts, dance-wise. The whole format of it isn't very pretty right now, but you should take a look at it. Most of the interviews are pretty interesting. The "what sustains you?" post near the top kind of made me lol and cringe at the same time. I don't know that guy.

I'm mostly nervous about writing and asking stupid interview questions/saying and writing stupid things in general. It's kind of silly and I'm going to get over it. Whenever I get all insecure and blocked up, I'll just remember the days of scrutinizing over one-page papers and you yelling from your bedroom into my bedroom: "IT'S JUST SHIT ON A PAGE, TESS." You seem to be gettin' real good at the writing-things-for-other-people-to-read sort of writing. Do you ever feel the nervousness?

This internship definitely feels like a step in the right direction, though. I've seen sooo much dance this past year and I'm becoming really interested in other people's work and creative processes. I'm looking forward to thinking about things that interest me and applying them to my work.

workin' cross the street.

if you fast-forward to 3:50, you'll notice that we were living their lives/they were living ours for a few minutes of this movie.

look at you

This is her (you) and her (your) good friend Holly (me? no. probably not.) sorry it's sideways.


This picture was her (your) idea.

This is me following through with my end of the deal.

This is when we (you and I) waited for the bus in the sleet snow.



This is me at a different job. (notice the facebook)

It can't be that bad.... or can it?

I forgot how awesome this video is. And how they bleeped out "stoned" on VH1. The other day I played the "if it makes you happy" trick on Brian. You know the one, where you act normal and have a conversation while this song plays quietly on the radio in the background until the refrain and then you just GO NUTS! I'm surprised I didn't start singing a second too early because I was so excited, but the pay off is definitely better if you can wait.

3D pizza

It is official. All ideas have been thought of. Now we can stop worrying about originality and start repeating our favorites.

Saturday

Tuesday

Yesterday's celebrity siting

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I just noticed this blog is more than a year old.

Also, I heard an old guy with a nice voice and a keyboard singing this in the subway today.

you a showstoppa

I don't have anyone to talk about the radio with these days, so I'll just tell you (and the internet) that I love this song. I think it's really smart how Usher always has his hits just far apart enough that he's always "BACK!" I'm starting to understand your strategy behind "moving to NY." I'm going to airbrush a shirt with your face that says "It feels so GOOD to be BACK!"

i really want to read this

The statement I intend to say aloud on the subway to other passengers before I shamefully take this out of my bag:

"I am about to read some of Kelly Cutrone's book now. If you have some sort of judgment to pass on me please roll your eyes now. Let's just get it out of the way."

ARE YOU A CHRISTIAN, ANNIE? TESS, I AM TONIGHT.

You can tell that the "Are you a Christian, son?" part was Cher and Marc's favorite (who could blame them?) because they sort of anticipated it and blurted the lines out a half second early.

You're good at video posts. I thought long and hard about one to respond with but nothing seemed good enough.

I'll share a dumb story with you instead. A few weeks ago as I was walking to job interview #167, my path was obstructed by a stream of fresh pee running down the sidewalk, coming from a man leaning against a building who may or may not have been awake. As I turned the corner a dog stopped right in front of me and did the same thing (he was definitely awake though). I should have taken this as a clear sign from the universe that I was not supposed to be interviewing for this job.

On a slightly gay-er note, do you remember in college when we left notes on each other's white erase boards and you would sign off as "FA"? Did I have one of those initials too? Something T? It was before the days of Tess Bear (BTB).

dare you to stop watching

it means Happy New Year

That's all I have to say right this minute. Glad you could make it to our party.

What does HNY mean?

You know what might be even funnier than Dworman Stories? Imagining me typing those stories on my computer and not laughing at all. Not even smiling. But when Deb read them and could not contain herself, I also could not contain myself. That's weird.

You're right, I did very much like the Deb and dog shit story and laughed aloud when I read it. It's particularly hilarious that she specified it as "dog" shit. I don't know why.

I've looked at the pictures of your NYE party on Laura's blog about 7 times and I'm almost starting to imagine that I was there (the photographer did a really good job). You and Natalie looked particularly fabulous.

Speaking of, in an effort to be more fabulous I am trying to hate my hair less. I straightened my bangs yesterday and that worked. Today it's a little square-wig-hair looking though due to no washing.

On Wednesday, I'm going to show some dance and I'm planning to include the xmas video I made for Gweew........................I'll let you know how that goes.

HNY

I'm glad I found your new little gem. Of all the ways in which I've "dropped the ball" in 2009, ignoring this blog makes me the most regretful. There are a few reasons:

A) It is not hard to make blog posts.
B) Especially because we usually make blog posts about stupid things.
C) And I do/say/witness stupid things all the time.
D) Plus, if our readers (Laura, Greer) want more posts, then I want to give the people what they want.

I do really miss you. Yesterday Deb told me "So, Stanley ate dog shit yesterday," and I thought you probably would have liked to hear her say that too. "Dworman Stories" is my favorite book of '10 so far. My favorite stories are, in order, your Dad telling you that the MRI machine could read your thoughts and your Dad catching you watching Little Mermaid with no clothes on (we've all been there). If writing these stories was your way of trying to not be funny, you should write more things where you try to not be funny. Because it was really funny.

I'm not going to try and say anything else right now, since I'm just getting back into this. Don't want to overdo it and be really sore tomorrow, you know?