Panties in a Twist
Nope not mine, my friends. See, I have several girl friends who hate hearing the word panties being said by others. I find this so weird since it doesn't bother me.

When I think of panties I think of pretty frilly ones, what else can you say, underwear? Underwear makes me think of what you wear when no one's going to see them or those thick banded CK ones.

I was watching a rerun of Will & Grace last night and Will mentioned that Grace doesn't like the word panties either. Who knew there was such widespread detest? Does it bother you?

Speaking of under garments you should check out Danae, a fellow Glam blogger's site Knickers Blog for some great lingerie reviews, coupons and trends.

PS: I posted a corporate blog update about the Revelon Run/Walk that I participated in with my office last week at Caring about Cancer.

Call Me Irresponsible
So over the last three days I managed to lose $70+ and I don't mean I spent the money on useless stuff or gambled it away, I literally got swindled ... twice.

Here's how I lost the first ten. After a seven dollar cab ride back to my apartment I gave the driver a twenty and asked for $11 back. He handed me two bills with a one on top and I didn't bother to really check until I was out of the cab, yes in hindsight stupid but after three years in the city I never had a problem before. So after making sure I had my bag, I hastily exited to allow the couple waiting outside in to find upon entering the market next to my apartment to buy some milk that he only gave me two one dollar bills.

How I lost the rest: Two days later and still fuming over the stupid ten with every new purchase I made. When buying a sandwich I chose not to get chips thinking, well if I had that extra ten I could buy like eight bags. Stupid how we dwell on such things or try to rationalize stuff. After a wonderful Saturday night dinner at Superfine (don't you love the fun name?) eating fresh food and hearing blues music I let my gold clutch. fall out of my coat pocket at the York Street subway. Yet, I managed to hold onto my cheap umbrella, grr.

The thing is I usually carry a house sized purse around but I chose a less cumbersome cutesy & stylish clutch for the evening and even crammed my phone, license, credit card, lipstick and $60 inside it. I didn't realize it was gone until I went above ground at Times Square. Don't you hate that feeling when you realize you did something so stupid and careless like that? You can sort of feel the punch in the gut as your blood drains from your face. And it's not the first time I've done something like this. Feel free to read my hoboken story from last year.

I've been incredibly careless with my possessions having lost an umbrella, cell phone, scarf and several pairs of gloves over the years. It's like I can't have nice things because this is what happens, I go all flighty with them. Anyway, yes, I've been yelling at myself for some time now, but I was hoping Karma was on my side since just last week I mailed someone a folder of important documents that I found in a cab and I didn't even provide my return address.

I then mentally went through a list of all the repercussions losing my clutch meant like having to go to Connecticut during the week to get a new license, cancel my card, locate all my friends' contact information to store in new phone, get a new phone (which is also my land line) etc. First I canceled my credit card and right after I did my mother called my friends' phone saying that the York Street ticket booth called saying they had my phone and clutch. Thank goodness I had programed her number as my ICE (in case of an emergency) contact in my phone after reading about the idea in Newsweek.

So I gleefully traveled back to Brooklyn, repeatedly thanking Karma, the person who found my purse and whatever miracle was at play and hoping everything would be ok. I obviously wasn't worried about my phone since they had that or my credit card since I canceled that, but my license and deniro. Everything was there except the money. The woman behind the booth said a man gave it to her, so apparently he took did a semi decent thing and I obviously couldn't't be too upset since it was my own damn fault and at least I had my other items returned. Although the woman at the ticket booth could have taken it too, who knows? I just feel like I got beat up this weekend is all. At least I wasn't mugged, right? And at least I had a somewhat happy ending, after all a little bit is better than nada.

New Film Review: Friends with Money

Video: The Evolution of Dance. Man you forget how many weird dances that are out there and I've done more than several, lol.

Shining Light
In honor of the NYU Class of 2006 (that includes upper classmates like me and my classmates) the Empire State Building's tower was lit violet and white-- NYU's colors. I thought that was pretty cool. So although I was already in my pajamas when I remembered that tonight it would be lit in honor of our graduation, I ran out to take a photo of it. Luckily I can see the Empire State Building by just walking East three blocks and there it is in between an opening in the sky line.

I often stop when I'm on that corner to see what color the lights are that night. But now I can actually check online too since they list the schedule of lightings on the official website as well as the meanings behind each color pattern. My camera however didn't do too well taking a photo of of an object that far away and in the dark. Ah well.

I do recommend walking around the meat packing district in silk pajama bottoms and an Italia soccer sweater, holding a camera and passing everyone eating outside at posh restaurants. Definitely an attention grabber whether you want it or not.

For those without a ticket
Yes, my blog is quickly becoming a vlog lately, but now that Tribeca is wrapped and no other graduations in sight, there will be more normal text posts to come, but first one more clip. Here is the video my Stepdad captured of my convocation ceremony today. It's like being there but without sitting through the 1,000 other recipients, bag pipers and the boring speeches. Although the GSAS Dean said a nice speech and even poked fun of David Blaine.



Meanwhile outside Lincoln Center and the Graduate School of Arts and Sciences graduation ceremony, the lines of people watching David Blaine were ridiculous. I got a great view of him inside the water bubble from the balcony before lining up for my walk to the stage. Crazy stuff. Former coworker, PJ, was among the crowd since he came up with a funny related story to do for GearLog.

I walk the line
I'm getting hooded today, in the non white supremacist sense, but the higher education way. Despite finishing up the journalism master's program at NYU back in December, I officially graduate and walk today. So I'm taking a half day off from work and participating in the ceremony with my classmates and family present.

For a master's degree apparently you get hooded with a special master's hood. My robes are purple like NYU's colors, which I'm inordinately delighted by. My past robes were white for high school and black for my undergraduate degree at Wheaton College. The robes cost $62 just to rent them for a day, do you believe it? I don't even get to keep them for that price, talk about a rip off. The ceremonial robe business is worse than the funeral biz for raking in money.

Anyway, I wasn't really excited about going through the process of graduating since it's been a few months since I had to do any work for my degree although it thankfully seems longer. But now as the date gets closer I'm getting excited. For all the students graduating from New York University's Graduate School Of Arts and Sciences (that includes the J-School) convocation is being held at Lincoln Center. It coincides with the nutty David Blaine's last day in the water bubble right next door. I see the appeal of the stunt of holding his breath but why did he have to be in the water for 7 days? We are human beings we aren't meant to be in the water for that long, we're not aquatic. Crazy!

I was looking at my notebook that I used for several of my night classes and I have two things written on the inside of my class notebook for motivation one is from my horoscope the other is from my professor, can you guess which is which? lol:

"Also, think back a few years ago to the dreams and plans you made, and give yourself a pat on the back for coming so far so quickly."

"Better NEVER than late."

My Tribeca Review: Poseidon