Mr. Joel

Dear Mr. Joel,

It’s been a while. It’s not that I have not been thinking about you, I have. All the time actually. I’ve been doing all sorts of things that I want to tell you about. Recently I went to a book signing that a hero of mine was giving. This resulted in both the most fleeting, unsatisfying celebrity encounter I have ever had and one of the best reflections on what I want to do with my life. And that’s not all. Just this night I went to a party that an art collector was giving in his Chelsea apartment. I attempted to rub elbows with some people in the New York art world. It did not go well. They did not like my elbows. But I am so glad I went. I went to the Guggenheim the other day too and let me tell you, I am so way over Kandinsky.

I do all these things and I think ‘oh, I’ll write about this’ and then I don’t. After it all goes wrong I make these promises that I’ll change, that I’ll be better in the future, and for a while I do. For a while we’re good together. But after that, I’m up to my old tricks and I’m neglecting you. I am like a bad girlfriend to you. Mostly it’s the little things that get me down; I’m tired when I get home from work or I just don’t know if that one thing I’ve been thinking about all day will really make a good post. So I do nothing. And that’s wrong. I have to stop thinking about that and I know it.

But there is another thing that has been weighing on my mind recently. This is hard to say, so I’m just going to blurt it out. You’re just so ugly. Really. Imagining how bad a post is going to look after I’ve posted it actually stops me from doing anything. You need a face lift. And some organizational structure, maybe some categories rather than just a messy tag cloud. I’ll do my best to see you through this, but it may be time that we both sought some serious help. Really, we might want to call someone.

Also, as I was thinking about how nice and organized you may be one day I began to wonder what I really wanted out of this relationship. There are several projects that we’ve got going on that I rather like. The food one is nice, I made this really good spaghetti sauce the other day that I have to tell you about, but the project that I really like is the artist a day one. It helps me keep tabs on all the art that I’ve seen as well as forcing research on artists I think I know. But it really needs more detail, more tags, and to be more like a searchable database. I also want to get into some sort of digital sketchbook thing with you too. I’ve been using delicious for all the links and such that I churn up while stumbling the internet, but I have all this paper ephemera as well that I just don’t want to keep in real life. I was thinking you might take care of that for me.

Also, and this is an in general, we need more images. Pics or it didn’t happen is an internet truth. I’m excited about recent developments on this front. I have secured a new digital camera (body) for Christmas and have procured a nice lens and sizable memory card. So that should do us for a while.

I hope this is the beginning of some lasting change that will be rewarding for us both.

As always thank you for listening,
your content provider,
Jess

I’ve decided to install WP touch on my iPhone so I can blog all the time. Every minute unimoportant detail of my life will now be recorded on the web for posterity to laugh over and write slash fanfiction about. It’s like I’ve got a livejournal. Just like it. I don’t know if this ap will be any kind of useful or if my blog will just deteriorate into a more wordy verysion of Twitter, who knows. Of course there is also the possibility that this will just another in a long line of social networking toys that seems really cool for the first four hours and then gets thouroghly ignored for the rest of my living existance is also a strong likelyhood. Just like my blog was. Well. We’ll see. This is me, getting ready for a day of going to the Met with CuteR, blogging live from her brother’s room. Ciao.

Today is the first Wednesday after labor day, classically the first day for public school in New York state, and for the first time I find myself not returning to start a new year. I am not longer a student and like you all, my four readers, am beginning to come to terms with my new scattered nonstudent-hood. I’m rewriting and refining my resume and scanning the want ads and finding that I am almost stereotypically unemployable. oh well. But most importantly for you, my dear dear readers, I am endeavoring to keep up with my blog. Again. But this time it will be better. Because although I am living with friends here in the fabulous nyc, they are still students and thus are always at school learning or here studying. So I have no one to talk to but the internet. Hopefully I remember all the things that I want to tell you. I could blog instantly with my snazzy new iphone and the wordpress ap, but it keeps telling me that I do not exist. This does not bode well for my ability to remember interesting factoids. One must exist to take part in such endeavors.

Anyway. I hope to keep you all abreast of what I am doing, seeing, reading, eating, listening to, laughing at, and licking as I entertain myself here in the city.

Welcome to the new Mr. Joel. A Mr. Joel roughed out by me and built up by tinabeans. This Mr. Joel is way better than the last one, if only because it is less pink. Look around and see if you can find the fun bits. There are only a couple, but they’re nice. Also, I should have a real post for you soon. I know that you are waiting, masses of people reading this, and I ask that you wait a only a little longer. In the mean time see if you can find the pot of petunias and the whale.