Good Day

I'm developing what I'll lovingly refer to as a bag tan - that is to say, the inner part of my left shoulder, the shoulder that my messenger bag hangs on, is still about as white as my tragically fluorescent legs. But my right shoulder, as with the outer part of my left shoulder and my chest, has developed into a nice brown color. I always get weird farmer's tans, since only parts of my body will actually tan at all, but I think this summer will make a new record. My right shoulder has that classic bra strap line, and the clear outline of the tank tops that I wear most of the time. My left shoulder . . . white. It's ridiculous.

One thing I was thinking about today, in a very Cooley-like fashion, is that the subway houses hundreds upon hundreds of layers of perception, in a way that I think is totally fascinating. For example, looking between the struts right next to my train, I saw another train. When the struts and the other train's windows lined up, I could see people inside that next train. Even further, I could see what was behind that train (more struts and lights, or the opposite wall of the station), anytime those already multiple layers were synchronized. What especially interested me today was seeing all of these things reflected on the opposite window of my train - it was happening behind me. It's a hard thing to describe, and I'm sure I'm just reiterating what I've already mentioned, but it's a beautiful, mysterious thing.

As long as we're on the subject of the subway, there's an incredible amount of hating going on in regards to the posters and ads. I mean listen, nobody really likes Katherine Heigl, but only a small number of us would go so far as to horribly deface an ad for her new movie (Killers?) and write nasty words about her. The ads are okay, but what's far more interesting is people's reactions to them - and for some people, it's pretty visceral. Either they like imagining that their graffiti is more clever than anyone else's (which it's not), or they really, truly hate Drop Dead Diva. I'm not sure which.

I finished up what I'll consider to be my first Magellan test today. I'm not going to lie, I'm absurdly proud of the eight cuts and three effects that I strung together, mainly just because they're mine, and they're the first time I've really had complete creative control over something. Premiere Pro has officially won my heart, especially since it interfaces naturally with Photoshop and After Effects. I'm either about to figure out a way to keep this 30-day trial, or I'm going to start saving my sad little behind off so I can have this thing for real. Live at home for a few months to own CS5? Maybe . . . I'm just saying it's possible.

I sat across from pseudo-Giovanni Ribisi today (who was pretty legitimately staring at me the entire time), and he had green toenails. It was awesome.

Really, really good news. I went in for an interview at Naidre's today, and I think it went well. The owner told me she'd talk to her top manager and get back to me tomorrow, with the intention of getting me in for a few shifts in the very near future to see how well I gel. One thing I realized right off the bat - these people are way more serious than they are in Columbia. All bragging aside, I won't be the best drink maker at Naidre's - I'll in fact have a lot to learn. My first foaming attempt on their machine didn't go brilliantly, so Sinclair, one of her favorite employees, stepped in and made some of the most beautiful foam, explaining what the sweet angle was and whatever else. I learned a lot about correct pulling times, which just excites me to no end. The thought of learning more about cappuccino art makes me very happy.