<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:25:45.364-04:00</updated><category term='nico muhly'/><category term='Strangers'/><category term='thrive'/><category term='Getting Out'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='Places'/><category term='Brad Walsh'/><category term='Shop'/><category term='In God We Trust'/><category term='Melissa Mitchell'/><category term='brini maxwell'/><category term='Chelsy Mitchell'/><category term='Green Movement'/><category term='Profiles'/><category term='special'/><category term='Cole'/><title type='text'>thrive guide</title><subtitle type='html'>ILLUSTRATED MANUAL for tasteful victim of consumerism living in bustling city, trying to make the best of things (money, free time, acquaintances, and their surroundings). GUIDE ON THRIVING where you're planted, so to speak. SUGGESTIONS on how to thrive (i.e. a picnic) plus where to go to get the tools to thrive (this farmer's market, that local bakery). PROFILES of people like you making the most of their surroundings, from middle-aged Upper East Sider to collegiate Bedfordite. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3700002800_a18bcd1dba.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Everyone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          The Thrive Guide has brought you a greatly diversified group of profiles since our first interview in April.  Add to the list Cole Escola, a performer/writer who's just landed &lt;a href="http://www.logoonline.com/video/franchise.jhtml?ctid=2339"&gt;a show on Logo&lt;/a&gt; with his close friend and personal co-star Jeffrey Self.  If there's anything more fascinating than the new show (and I'm not saying that there is) it might be Cole's approach to living in the city and enjoying it.  One afternoon, we met in Hell's Kitchen for a boys-day-out: a romp about the river, a near-tour of a gigantic boat named Intrepid, a purusing of Bea Arthur's old wardrobe at a local Goodwill, and some wine and cheese at a hole in the wall.  Meet Cole Escola.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JORDAN:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, who is Cole Escola?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3430/3699189201_2c440ee4e9_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;COLE:&lt;/span&gt; Cole is your mom's idea of a best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; And where is Cole's favorite place in the city?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; My favorite place in the city is... bars.  All of them.  Well, mainly all of them.  But I like &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/listings/restaurant/bar-centrale/"&gt;Bar Centrale&lt;/a&gt;, there's some celebrities there and it feels very uptown.  It feels like what the lobby for Turner Classic Movies feels like.  They really don't probably have a lobby.  But that's what it'd feel like.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; You like drinking at bars-- describe the perfect night of drinking at home.  First, the solo expedition, then with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; All right, so by myself, I would have a bottle of champagne and fingerfoods... maybe like, chips and guacamole with champagne.  And i would catch up on daytime television on DVR.  With friends, I would invite them over with two bottles of champagne and we would all catch up together on morning T.V. on DVR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;So are you inferring that we should've got champagne instead of wine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;No, that's more of a celebration thing.  The wine we're drinking now is for the fruit and cheese platter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; In your hypothetical evening in, what are you celebrating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Friendship.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cole's co-star in Jeffrey and Cole Casserole, is, indeed, one of his best friends.  But before one should educate themselves on the show itself (all three of the thusly aired episodes are available online) one should know a little about Cole's past. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/3710212305_fd5758c465_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Right now, would you describe yourself as a performer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Yes.  I would describe myself as a writer-performer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Give me the timeline of your performance-writing career.  Maybe in the format of a 50s book musical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Picture it!  It's 1987, there's a trailer in the middle of the woods in rural Oregon, and a young boy is watching the film version of the Wizard of Oz for the first time-- I KNOW, WAIT, sounds on the nose.  He falls in love with someone.  Her name is Billy Burke, she played Glenda.  After that, I researched her the only way I knew how-- through the archives that were my grandmother, and found out that Billy Burke did another film called Dinner at Eight.  And that was the time I decided to be a performer.  Since then: community theatre, high school drama competitions, television.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Right now, I'm on... I don't know where I am now.  Right now, I have a &lt;a href="http://www.logoonline.com/video/franchise.jhtml?ctid=2339"&gt;T.V. show&lt;/a&gt; that's gonna come on.  I don't like talking about it, though, I don't like jinxing it.  But I will say: YouTube is the new Vaudeville.  And I feel like it's the new millennium's answer to Mickey and Judy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's interesting.  Admit it.  You'll never look at YouTube the same way again.  We talked a bit more about the entertainers of the day (and the days passed) before moving onto Cole's tips for survival in the city.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, Cole, hit the thrive thing over the head... tell me how you really thrive in the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2461/3710213915_2bca880e57_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px; " /&gt;  Because like I've always said, people our age come here, they think it's going to be fantastic, and they just hit a wall.  And they ooze down the wall like a cartoon.  If you and the city are married, how do you keep the marriage alive?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; I keep my marriage with the city alive by checking in with it.  But never fully committing myself to it.  I spend a lot of time looking at New York.  Number one: buildings.  Number two: nature.  Number three: people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Where's the best place to look at nature in the city?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, Washington Heights, by far.  There's a really great place underneath the George Washington bridge.  It's just on a rock.  And you'd have no idea that it was part of Manhattan if you didn't live there.  It feels just like a hicktown with gross factories.  And big rocks by the water to lay on.  By yourself.  In the nude?  I don't.  But some people do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; And what is the ideal way to check in with the city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; To be by yourself in the city and be okay with it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I completely agree with Cole about the importance of alone time, even in a city filled with people and their relationships.  It seems like simply getting lunch with a friend is a grueling process when it comes to factoring in time for trains and walking and such, as well as factoring in the schedules of your undoubtedly busy friends.  Time alone isn't so hard.  I suggest it.  So does Cole. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2619/3699189711_559a65165f_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; So you wanted some hypotheticals.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;Hypothetical one: you're in the Upper East Side, naked, and you have $27.50 to your name. What do you do with that money to make yourself feel comfortable in the Upper East Side?  Or do you enjoy being nude in the Upper East Side?  Realistically: what do you do?!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Realistically, I would need to put clothes on.  Just cuz, realistically, you know, you get arrested.  That's obvious, I'm not that naive.  Realistically, I would go to 3rd avenue to the Children's Place, because I can fit into the bigger boy's size there and it's cheap clothes, and if I had $27.50 I could probably buy a pair of shorts that's $14.50.  Then, I'd go to one of the Goodwills over there for a t-shirt.  I would try, if I could, to spend the most money on the shoes.  Because you can wear awful clothes, but as long as you have fancy shoes, it makes the awful clothes look intentional.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; You have your outfit that you purchased on the Upper East Side.  You hop on the subway. It's time for lunch.  Where do you travel?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; I've probably spent most of my $27.50 so I would go somewhere where it's okay to look like shit and somewhere I could possibly get free food.  I'd go to the East Village or the Lower East Side... I would go to the wine bar across the street from where I work-- &lt;a href="http://www.zagat.com/Verticals/PropertyDetails.aspx?VID=11&amp;amp;R=132567"&gt;Ten Bells&lt;/a&gt;.  I would try to finagle some free tapas and a glass of wine, and I probably &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; get it for free.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; You get your wine and your tapas for free and your favorite waitress at 10 Bells says, you look rough, here's 20 dollars.  You hop on the train, where do you go now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Well if she tells me I look rough, the first place I'm gonna stop is the Duane Reade on Delancey and Ludlow, and I'm gonna get some makeup.  Cuz if you have awful clothes and good shoes, I guess you can still look like shit, but once you put the makeup on... then it all comes together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;You're about to leave the Duane Reade, and you find a ten dollar bill.  You hop on the train,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/3711023858_0d4a14dbc2_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt; where's the next place in the city you go?  It's about 6 PM right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;I'm wanting a meal but I know that I need to wait.  I have 10 dollars.  I buy coffee.  I would go to &lt;a href="http://www.amysbread.com/"&gt;Amy's Bread &lt;/a&gt;on 9th Avenue between 46th and 47th.  I don't know why I like their coffee more.  Maybe it's because they know me there, and I like it better because I taste the familiarity in the brew.  Maybe an O Magainze in the train station-- it's a good magazine to kill time with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; It's about 7:30 right now, you just finished your coffee, and you bend down to tie your shoe.  Someone thinks you're homeless and, uh oh, another ten dollar bill in your cup.  It's about dinner time and you want to hang out with friends.  You look all right, so who do you call and where do you go to top the night off?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; If I've just been to Amy's Bread, I'm obviously really close to Jeffrey.  He'd come out, and if we wanted cheap food, we'd go to &lt;a href="http://empmamanyc.com/site/"&gt;Empanada Mama&lt;/a&gt;, where it's like $2.25 an emapanda.  I'd probably borrow money from him even if I had the 10 dollars in my pocket, you know, just to keep it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; It's nearing on midnight, it's time to go out.  You still have the ten dollars, so you have enough money to buy a drink. Take us somewhere else in the city, to a hip, happening club or bar.  Where do you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;Well, with 10 dollars, I'd probably go to the liquor store in Washington Heights that's open until around 2AM, sometimes 3... there are no laws, it seems like there.  I'd go there and buy a cheap bottle somewhere.  Jeffrey and I would probably go to the river, or to &lt;a href="http://www.jessesplace.net/"&gt;Jesse's Place&lt;/a&gt;, which is in Washington Heights, and they have really good burgers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that I'd seen a day in the city in the life of Cole Escola, I thought I'd find out about the people who make him happiest here.   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2455/3700003416_94e79b9cb6_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;Who, to you, embodies New York City?  Who's your favorite New York personality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; One of them that Jeffrey always picks-- so I can't claim this one-- is Regis Philbin.  He's just so classic New York.  And in the same school, so is David Letterman.  I guess I'd say Kitty Carlisle Hart, if she was still alive, she's old school New York.  But right now, I think Joy Behar is very New York.  I think Barbara Walters is part of the later part of the Kitty Carlisle Hart thing.  But New York now... I guess Joy Behar.  Or Kelly Rippa.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;Who's your least favorite New York Personality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to say Rachael Ray.  But, no, I know there's people I dislike more than her.  Oh, I just don't like Drag Queens.  A lot of them.  I like RuPaul, but RuPaul's not mean.  But most of the Drag Queens are like... mean.  And bitter.  They're just not funny anymore.  That's a very ugly piece of furniture from New York passed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The day ended as it had begun, by the river.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; So we're sitting at the river right now, enjoying a summer ail, looking at the Intrepid, which is a giant ship.  If we were to lift ourselves from this really comfortable bench and peek over the railing into the water, and you were to see the reflection of the perfect day off in New York, what would it be?  Enjoying the city?  Taking a roadtrip out to the East coast?  What do you see in the water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; My perfect day in New York would be to step back in New York history into a rehearsal or an audition for chorus girls, like in the '40s.  I would like to be at a '40s chorus girl audition.  I'd like to be gay in the '40s at a chorus girl audition.  And I'd like to go out with them afterwards to the greasy spoon that they eat at and drink the bathtub gin that they drink.  And sleep with them.  Women of the '40s were a lot like men in the 2010's.  That's what they'll be saying, anyway.  Because, well, maybe I'm just speaking for myself, which is all I can do, but I have a lot of moxy.  There are a lot of things I'm lacking in, but moxy's not one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3517/3699194101_cfa468b5d3_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3611/3699193301_347201e4a5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3611/3699193301_347201e4a5_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I couldn't have said it better myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-3495864588539355257?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/3495864588539355257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/07/profile-in-thrive-cole-escola.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/3495864588539355257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/3495864588539355257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/07/profile-in-thrive-cole-escola.html' title='Profile In Thrive: Cole Escola'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3430/3699189201_2c440ee4e9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849.post-8514356660540234519</id><published>2009-06-20T12:26:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:51:19.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nico muhly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>Special Edition: Nico Muhly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sj0gGGGgqrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gE5aNrSuZnE/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sj0gGGGgqrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gE5aNrSuZnE/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349467221475240626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Three years ago I became obsessed with an album called Speaks Volumes by a young musical artist named Nico Muhly.  He was only 25 years old at the time and his track record was already really, really astonishing (he'd had a seemingly fantastical, musical child and teenhood supported by some of the art world's greatest like &lt;a href="http://www.isaacmizrahiny.com/meet_isaac/isaacs_video_blog"&gt;Isaac Mizrahi&lt;/a&gt;, assisted the brilliant &lt;a href="http://www.philipglass.com/"&gt;Philip Glass&lt;/a&gt;, and even collaborated with the truly terrific &lt;a href="http://www.mairakalman.com/Elements%20Movie.html"&gt;Maira Kalman&lt;/a&gt;).  Since then he's released another album along with the few film scores he's composed, and my obsession continues.  His well-written, thought-provoking, intelligent and also genuinely humorous blog pushed me to wonder: what is Nico Muhly the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; guy&lt;/span&gt;, rather than the composer, really like?  Here are his answers to my 16 questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you do?  (Your career)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am a composer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you DO? (Everything else of importance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I cook and I take short runs in between composing music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How would you describe your music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Twitchy, ritualistic, and obsessive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give us a brief history of your musical career.  Humorous mini timeline allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bad pianist, decent chorister turned into good pianist, good composer.  Conservatory fermented some and expanded others and now am very happy in New York.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your home like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My apartment is a 1k sq. ft. loft in Chinatown.  I can see the arch of the Manhattan bridge, the Empire State Building &amp;amp; the Chrysler Building. I used to have a roommate but she moved with her man to Brooklyn, so now I have the largest closet of anybody I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you entertain guests at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The most recent time: I made a cocktail with ginger + hot pepper syrup + tequila, then made mussels with coconut milk, galangal &amp;amp; holy basil (this is an important staple dish in my house.  very easy to make and feeds a crowd and costs like $.05 if you source everything from south of Canal), and then a roasted pork loin with rosemary &amp;amp; ginger (cheated and went to Whole Foods for the pork), with jerusalem artichokes and these delicious dandelion greens from the Essex Street Market.  We drank &amp;amp; ate and then my friend A— made a poppyseed lemon cake and I made a cardamom syrup and then we went out dancing at Home Sweet Home b/c I'm scurred to have people dance in my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do you go for a night out with friends in the city?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's kind of the same thing as being at home.  But: Fuleen Seafood on Division Street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the best thing to do on a rainy day off?  On a sunny day off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mildly Rainy Day: go to the Central Park Zoo (nobody will be there).  Sunny day go to the Bronx Zoo, and everybody will be there but it's still awesome.  Take the Skyfari.  Seriously rainy day like yesterday: call your friends in England and commiserate, order Seamless Web Pho and clean up mp3 metatags (classical music is hard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is/are your favorite musician(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;William Byrd, Prince, Owen Pallett, Olivier Messiaen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your favorite meal to make at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Most Favorite &amp;amp; Easy: Pasta with broccoli rabe &amp;amp; sausage, a big green salad with mustardy dressing, cheese.  Most Favorite &amp;amp; Hard: Pork belly with lentils, pigs' feet with prunes, arugula salad, hot chocolate cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is your favorite place to eat in the city?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lupa, or Fuleen Seafood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most terrific area in the city?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chinatown, specifically Southeast Chinatown under the manhattan bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite shop/store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Atelier on Hudson Street for clothes, the supermarket under the Manhattan bridge for food, and I weirdly adore B&amp;amp;H for electronics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite park?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Central!  Old Fashioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you had to take a visiting friend to ONE PLACE in the city, where would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I like taking people to Great New York Noodletown on the Bowery at Bayard, and then making them walk halfway across the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; bridge so you can see on the Brooklyn Bridge.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any fantastic ghost stories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Every time I go to the West Village and I see a man with a bald head and oversized Japanese clothes I think it's the late Tibor Kalman and I get very emotional.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; 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 &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-8514356660540234519?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/8514356660540234519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-addition-nico-muhly.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/8514356660540234519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/8514356660540234519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-addition-nico-muhly.html' title='Special Edition: Nico Muhly'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sj0gGGGgqrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gE5aNrSuZnE/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849.post-1566382679598323902</id><published>2009-06-12T12:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:22:55.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A No-Frills Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/SjKOEyPydcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rNb7bR6tGV0/s1600-h/Picture+23.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/SjKOEyPydcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rNb7bR6tGV0/s320/Picture+23.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346491920500815298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Pictured above: my summer thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Everyone,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Just a quick check in.  The site is undergoing a bit of a makeup, (never a makeover! I don't believe in them, and neither should YOU) and in a little bit it'll be crisper, cleaner, and more and more like a refreshing Granny Smith Apple than it has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever been&lt;/span&gt;.  On a side note, I've just realized that I instantly see an elderly woman with white hair and B. Franklin glasses when I bite into a Granny Smith Apple, and I'm not so sure how I feel about that, suddenly.  Anyhow, look forward to that, and give me your feedback as it changes and grows and simplifies.  The new look is all about no-frills, as I think every summer in the city should be if possible.  See, I tie it all in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          In other news everyone, there are exciting things planned for the coming week here at The Guide.  I'll be profiling Cole Escola, of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrRgywnXQC4"&gt;VGL Boys&lt;/a&gt; fame (and recent addition to the LOGO television network lineup) as well as showcasing a wonderful restaurant and its chef, Vinegar Hill House.  I'll also be sitting down to interview THE Peggy Guggenheim.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; I bet you're excited.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Before I go, I think I'll share with you a few things that are making my summer &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much sweeter.  Blackberry preserves by &lt;a href="http://www.foodlocker.com/brands-b-bonne-maman-.html"&gt;Bonne Maman&lt;/a&gt;, cartoons and witticisms by &lt;a href="http://www.jphdelhomme.com/"&gt;Jean-Philippe Delhomme&lt;/a&gt;, music by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/alicerusselluk"&gt;Alice Russell&lt;/a&gt;, and t-shirts by &lt;a href="http://www.peglegnyc.com/"&gt;Peg Leg&lt;/a&gt;.  Theme parties, too, of course, keep me motivated, energized, and constantly in awe by the creativity one musters up simply from living in the city.  Tomorrow night: a New York School Artists party.  Only in the city! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-1566382679598323902?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/1566382679598323902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-frills-hello.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/1566382679598323902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/1566382679598323902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-frills-hello.html' title='A No-Frills Hello'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/SjKOEyPydcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rNb7bR6tGV0/s72-c/Picture+23.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849.post-5778113072740440999</id><published>2009-06-10T14:42:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:30:12.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In God We Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shop'/><title type='text'>The Places You'll Thrive: IN GOD WE TRUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3346/3614028837_9f82c076aa.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 265px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3346/3614028837_9f82c076aa.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Everyone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.refinery29.com/editorial/img/ingodwetrustsoho_instorywra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.refinery29.com/editorial/img/ingodwetrustsoho_instorywra.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 280px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Yesterday I sat down with Brooke from one of my favorite stores, In God We Trust.  We met at the lovely little storefront in Brooklyn, on Wythe between North 7th and North 8th to talk a bit about the store, and about Brooke's own thrive technique.  Unfortunately, my recorder took it upon itself to disregard its "record" function, so I'll have to write all from memory.  This could be exciting, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         Let's see... I entered the store at about 1 pm, just as Brooke and another employee were moving things around for a new window display.  Things were rather haphazard, as the store had been closed for a bit in preparation for a new layout inside.  There are strange found objects, wooden planked floors, antiquated instruments, trunks, animals, old photographs in magnificent frames, truly odd lighting fixtures, yes, you've got the picture.  The layout of the store is what I love the most-- each one (there's one on Ludlow and another on Lafayette in Manhattan) is arranged by a very important, mysterious person described to me by Brooke only as Shana.  What I do know about her: she graduated from the Fashion Institute of Technology with a degree in accessory design.  The store is actually named after her clothing and jewelry line.  Right, moving on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3562/3614946950_6d3260ff31_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3562/3614946950_6d3260ff31_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Brooke chose the following three words to describe the store: awesome, crazy, sweet.  The store in Brooklyn has been around for 4 years, the one on Lafayette for 2, and the one on Ludlow... I, well, I forget.  But it's the baby, if I remember correctly.  Each of the stores sells these wonderful brass heart pendant necklaces with sayings such as Brooke's favorite, "Really fucking cute."  (I got my mother one for Mother's Day that said "Bless this mess.")  All of the clothes, even those not designed by Shana herself, are made right here in New York, in the Garment District.  If you're one of those people who only enjoy cars made in the United States, this should appeal to you... though, I'm not sure if you're the sort of person who would find Wythe and the surrounding area appealing.  Ha!  Yes, well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          When Brooke isn't tending to "everything else" in the store that Shana and fellow employee Alexis do not do, she sings jazz music.  Brooke is a seemingly young, beautiful Bedfordite, but she describes her vocal style as Film Noir.  Julie London is the female jazz vocalist she identifies most with.  Sometimes in the evening you can hear her sing with her small jazz band at Moto, a place to have dinner in Williamsburg.  I think I'll try to catch her next performance.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ingodwetrustnyc.com/"&gt;IN GOD WE TRUST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clothing and Accessories for Men and Women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;135 Wythe in Brooklyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;265 Lafayette in Manhattan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;153 Ludlow in Manhattan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday - Saturday 12-8, Sunday 12-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-5778113072740440999?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5778113072740440999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/06/places-youll-thrive-in-god-we-trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/5778113072740440999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/5778113072740440999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/06/places-youll-thrive-in-god-we-trust.html' title='The Places You&apos;ll Thrive: IN GOD WE TRUST'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3562/3614946950_6d3260ff31_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849.post-2338990181147229791</id><published>2009-06-08T14:46:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:26:03.856-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa Mitchell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chelsy Mitchell'/><title type='text'>PROFILE IN THRIVE: Chelsy &amp; Melissa Mitchell</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 572px; height: 95px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3596/3425921858_731006a111_o.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 425px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3366/3607916961_7f8edca1f4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Everyone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3553/3608699620_f8d2dcd5b5_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;          I recently spent a weekend in the Hamptons with two very wonderful people who also happen to be identical: Chelsy and Melissa Mitchell.  They're twins.  They lived in the city this year, but would, every now and then, venture back to their home in Sag Harbor.  This is how their double life began.  At home, they concern themselves with teaching yoga and and enjoying salt water and sand, and in the city they're busy dancing in the Lower East Side and hiding from (or not hiding from) the cameras.  I don't want to say too much about them in this simple introduction because I'm certain that this is one of the best, most charming and informative profiles I've done in quite a while.  If you don't want to befriend the Mitchell twins after what you learn here, you might want to reread the interview.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The interview began on a beach in Bridgehampton on a warm Sunday afternoon.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JORDAN: &lt;/span&gt;Tell the readers a little about yourself.  How about your favorite season, your favorite snack, and your favorite summer pastime.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MELISSA:&lt;/span&gt; Favorite season: spring.  Chelsy's is fall, I can speak for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHELSY: &lt;/span&gt;Well, right now it's summer.  But yeah, fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M: &lt;/span&gt;What are you talking about?  It's fall.  Favorite snack: banana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Snack?  God, I don't know.  Probably something dry.  Dry... papaya.  Do I sound like a grandma?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Coming home from the ocean around 3 o'clock and taking a nap.  That's my favorite summer pastime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Waking up really early, going to yoga, and then crawling to the beach.  The ocean, per say. That's mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 159px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2438/3607878259_a20f606327_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As mentioned before, Chelsy and Melissa were born and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bred in the Hamptons, but live in the city for most of the school year.  On some weekends, they trek out to Sag Harbor for house parties, family get-togethers, and the sheer bliss of a quiet coast before the summer comes and the tourists stick their flags in the dunes.  By that time, though, the twins have already moved back-- it's the city that becomes the sometimes/sometimes not weekend destination in the summer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;You spend much of the off-season year between New York and Sag Harbor.  What's it like?  Sum it up for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Two different worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Can we share that as our answer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Ha!  Of course.  Tell me, what's the biggest difference?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Between us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; No, between the Sag and the City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; The boys for sure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I encouraged this answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Tight pants are nonexistent in Sag.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;Pun intended?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; The pace is much different.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; It's so true.  I come here and I'm rushing for no fucking reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Ha!  What if someone reads this and says "What a sad life they have?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Pathetic.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Ooooh, what would you say if someone said that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; I'd say did you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt; the interview?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 155px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2422/3608686384_a0ae935b77_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect.  A conversation about wet suits and surf lessons begins as a surfing friend walks by.  The twins know everyone within a thirty beach towel radius, and they have interesting things to say about each person.  A family chiropractor here, a high school friend there, a total wreck from up island, etc.  After a quick discussion of the day's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surf commences, it is decided that the twins will ride the waves if there are body suits available for them to borrow.  Of course there are.  Chelsy sports the bright pink suit of a friend's middle school sister and Melissa will wear a grown man's (she'll cuff the sleeves, 80s style). &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; I'm scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Lets try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Maybe we should just wait.  I don't wanna die. I need a good swim, though.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;A good swim to lean my legs out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try my best to steer their attention back to the interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; So you're apartment hunting, how goes it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Ugh.  it's a cruel, cruel world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; It's hard to know when you're being taken advantage of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 159px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3398/3607888649_6aaf426e9e_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're not having it, the interview must come to an end for now.  It's been decided: they're too excited about surfing.  I follow them down to the water where their friend gives them an impromptu surfer's safety talk and two minute lesson on the sand.  And before I know it, they're in the water.  Chelsy catches a few momentary waves, Melissa tries her best.  A "douche bag surfer" tells them to move because he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; surfing.  NEVER!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The next morning, we take the Hampton Jitney back to the city.  I'm not prepared to go back, but I take the time to conduct the final part of the twins' interview. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Answer me THIS for our interview: what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the Jitney?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; It's the link between East Egg and West Egg, filled with douche bags like the guy in front of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melissa is referring to a gentleman who scolded Chelsy for using her cell phone after an announcement was made instructing passengers to resist the need for telephone conversations.  Chelsy couldn't hang up on the real estate agent on the other line whisper as she might, she was, well, scolded.  Here's how the conversation went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASSENGER:&lt;/span&gt; Did you hear the announcement, or are you just ignoring it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHELSY:&lt;/span&gt; I heard it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASSENGER:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah?  Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MELISSA:&lt;/span&gt; We get a three minute emergency call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASSENGER:&lt;/span&gt; Real estate is not an emergency. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MELISSA:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're&lt;/span&gt; an emergency. (ZING!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHELSY:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Into the phone, after she has told the man helping them with apartments that she'd prefer he email her and hung up)&lt;/span&gt; Sorry mom, we know you're in trouble, wish we could help you out.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 159px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3407/3536287158_8ea0de5969_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, back to the interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; The Jitney, for me, is a transition.  It's the time to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prepare for the two extremes.  I just get time to myself to think and listen to some full albums on my iPod.  Sorry if I'm coming off as a sarcastic "NB."  We're sarcastic... couture yogis... with a plan to take over the world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Just a note on our sarcasm so we don't actually seem like bitches: we are sarcastic, horribly sarcastic at that.  Only those who can handle or dish it back are our friends.  And those who can't: beat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;It's fine, I love it.  Where's your favorite place in the city and where's your favorite place in Sag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M: &lt;/span&gt;My favorite place in Sag is Tapovana Yoga Stuido.  If I had a choice, I'd sleep there on my yogamat every night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, same for me.  Tapovana the Ashtanga Yoga.  Gladly sleep there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M: &lt;/span&gt;My favorite place in the city is Tompkins Square Park because every time I step foot in there I feel 15 and filthy again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; My favorite place in the city is Washington Square.  I like the vibe of the crowd that assembles there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3364/3608124529_5b9164dfa7_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; I like Tompkins because it was where we always went when we came to visit NYC kind of by default.  So it's like the uncle that would get offended if I said otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The evening before we boarded the Jitney to come back to the city, there was a family get together at their home.  Chelsy and Melissa will be going to Spain on Saturday, and will therefor miss Father's Day, so the family celebrated it early.  This was my third (yes, I'm counting) holiday at the twins' home in Sag, and I loved it just as much as the others.  There's always thousands of wonder, truly wonderful and fantastic relatives, and more food than I ever know what to do with (so I eat it).  We sat outside for a bit between the cheese platter and the burgers and talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; If you could take a piece of the city to the Hamptons and a piece of the Hamptons to the city, what would you take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; From NYC to Sag I'd take NYC's lack of shame and/or fearlessness of different styles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; I'd take the boys from New York back to the harbor.  And I'd take the sense of community from the harbor back to NYC.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I'd take the willingness to say hello to your neighbor that you've seen every morning for 6 years back to the city.  And the ability to walk around barefoot wherever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; And Steinbeck's great stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They both laugh-- Steinbeck used to live in Sag Harbor.  One wonders what his stories might've been like if he'd known Chelsy and Melissa Mitchell.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-2338990181147229791?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/2338990181147229791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/06/profile-in-thrive-chelsy-melissa.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/2338990181147229791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/2338990181147229791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/06/profile-in-thrive-chelsy-melissa.html' title='PROFILE IN THRIVE: Chelsy &amp; Melissa Mitchell'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3366/3607916961_7f8edca1f4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849.post-5370583759654798586</id><published>2009-05-21T00:53:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:16:18.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Walsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>MODEL THRIVERS: An Interview with Brad Walsh</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 479px; height: 113px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3457251491_bb85cac94b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3367/3550786164_eb7c14b19a.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Copyright Chelsey Pettyjohn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Meet Brad Walsh. He's a part-time musician, a part-time photographer, and a full-time boyfriend to a rather popular designer.  This last part makes it a bit difficult for him to enjoy the quaint markets, quiet eateries and neighborhood bars that one might like to enjoy, so when he's not doing famous things, he's enjoying himself at his lovely home in Brooklyn.  The term "famous things" refers to anything and everything from being part of the taping of another person's reality show, through seeing Heidi Klum on a regular basis, to attending the same blacktie events as Madonna and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real&lt;/span&gt; Housewives of NYC.   After a wonderful day together, I realized that it is Brad's life-tactics, ideals, and plainly terrific sayings (worthy of embroidery, "Home Sweet Home" style) that allow him to thrive in such a mad, mad lifestyle so fantastically.  Balancing a music and photography career of his own with the fast-paced and event-ful life of Tim Gunn's favorite pupil is a hard job, but somebody has to do it.  It just so happens that Brad Walsh &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoys&lt;/span&gt; doing it.  Immensely.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3567/3549977219_89b68aa76d_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bradley lives in Williamsburg, a place that he bemoans having fallen victim to camera crews and independent film directors.  There are, he points out, charming, unscripted things as well, like a man who screams in the street every day and a fantastic vintage shop called About Glamour.  His home is large and impeccably decorated-- a mix of glorified rubble, strange vintage, and merchandise given to the couple for free from certain product lines-- and is home also to his boyfriend Christian and their lovely canine, Topper (named after a Carry Grant character).  I began the interview with simple questions, with perfectly irregular answers.  Questions like, "Where is your favorite place to eat," simply do not work for Brad Walsh.  You'll see what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JORDAN:&lt;/span&gt; What's your favorite place for food in the area?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRAD:&lt;/span&gt; My favorite food in the area in the area is this Indian place, but we always order in. We've never been there.  Every time we go out to a restaurant here... like I never go to a restaurant in Williamsburg unless Christian is with me, an then it's no fucking fun.  Because we sit there, and either the people who work there know who he is and seat us in front so people see us and want to come in, or they seat us in the back, and seat everyone around us.  So we order in.  Or we go Uptown.  Way Uptown.  Where nobody cares.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you haven't gathered for yourself by now, Brad's boyfriend is Christian Siriano, former Project Runway winner.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Where do you go to drink?  Or do you only drink in, as well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3374/3550779336_6391322976_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, we don't go out anymore.  We go to events, we don't go to clubs or parties and things, but we end up going to all of these things where I end up having to wear a suit and drink champagne.  Although, they just opened this place called The Gate, and it's really nice, and they let us be Ambassador members, so every time we go we get to drink.  A lot.  That's my favorite place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; So what's Brooklyn good for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; Shopping.  My favorite place to shop in Brooklyn is called About Glamour.  You go in, and it's all these Tokyo brands, but it's not Club Kid stuff... it's just different materials and different brands that I've never heard of.  And it's the only place to get Vivienne Westwood, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I finish my bagel and we walk back to his place where we play with the dog (who has a nervous urinating habit) and discuss the basics of Brad's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; So what do you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: &lt;/span&gt;Well, it depends.  I go through waves of music and photos.  Right now I'm doing music, because I'm doing a new album, and I'm neglecting my photowork.  But, then when I'm not doing anything music I start doing a lot more shoots.  The photo stuff pays more. Because I can work for one day and get a lot of money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;What's the latest photo assignment that you've done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: &lt;/span&gt;I just got an ad campaign for J Shoes, and we're shooting that next week.  I think they've already taken out space in Nylon and Blackbook and it's the first time they've done a real ad campaign.  They've done lookbooks and product shots before.  We're going into an old warehouse and spending a day shooting.  It's all broken glass and it's going to be fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2461/3550776830_b80812179e_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before getting big offers from big companies such as J, Brad was a popular party photographer at places like the Annex's Ruff Club.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; That was only to make a little extra money.  I haven't done party photos for 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was a bit of party-photographer drama, and now it's all behind him.  Rightfully so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;Okay, when did your music start, how did it start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; My music is the same as my photowork, in I didn't go to school for it.  I mean, I went to school for creative writing.  Which isn't even remotely related.  And I went to Oberlin college which is a great art school.  There's a conservatory with an electronic music program which I... never used.  I didn't take any art classes at all, except for a couple Art History classes. I don't play any instruments-- it's all producing and home recording.  And I had a little bit of success doing electro-music, and now I'm on my third album.  And I've had song on T.V. soundtracks and commercials and it's all just self-taught.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; How do you get your work out there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; I don't ever try for anything-- I don't pitch myself to anywhere, things just come to me, and that's incredibly fortunate because I know plenty of people who just try and try and try and try and try and work very hard for what they get, and things just come to me.  I'm not gonna argue with it.  It doesn't hurt to know people, to be places with people who have budgets behind them and millions of dollars and then they find out what I do and it works out sometimes, you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3550794310_efda0f280f_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brad's last album was described as "indie-rock," and his latest is a definite pop album.  We listened, and I enjoyed it immensely.  It's truly good music, sticky and gooey in it's pop masterfull-ness.  If that makes sense.  We listened, and spoke about his stints as DJ.  Most recently, he played as a Celebrity DJ at the Doe Fund's charity event with people like Whitney and Olivia from The City.  They simply asked for his iPod.  Brad did not think this was nice.  After a small listening party, we discussed... LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: &lt;/span&gt;There are three things: perfect home, perfect relationship and perfect job.  You will never have more than two at one time.  All I ever used to worry about was whichever of those three I didn't have at the moment.  Like, I hate my apartment, or I'm single, or I hate my job.  I feel like more than half the world doesn't have any of those three.  So, one or two out of three it is not bad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Would you say you have two out of three?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; You know, right now, I feel like I have all three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;Three is sweet.  So, if people are coming for an evening, how do you entertain them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: &lt;/span&gt;We always have a bottle of Champagne, that's my favorite.  We always have the TV on, but we usually end up ignoring it.  The thing is, we never, ever wanna go out anywhere.  We'll have two or three different events we're obligated to go to a week, and we always have people come over before hand.  And we'll drink until we're comfortable enough to leave the house. Because it's sad, I'm getting so socially anxious-- I never want to leave the house anymore, and I used to be out all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;But you like it like this, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: &lt;/span&gt;Well, my home is... I sit here all day long, recording music, and I feel like I've done that too much, and now I'm afraid to leave the house.  Legitimately afraid, I get really anxious.  We have car services come door to door because I won't take the subway... I'm developing some sort of problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Annie Lennox has that problem too, so you have good company!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; It's not terrifying yet, but if I don't have to leave the house, I won't.  And I think it's going to change for the worse.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;The worse!  You think you'll go crazy, you mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3300/3549985537_4bd4040b74_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: It won't become crazy, just very introverted.  I love having lots and lots of friends over to my house.  I hate going anywhere else.  On Monday we're supposed to go the American Ballet Opening, and I have to put on a black tie and get all dressed up and we have to go and the email from the publicist says "security is going to be really crazy, so don't let it phase you, the Obamas are going to be there..."  Why do I want to go?  Why do I want to leave the house, put on real clothes, I could be in my pajamas, I don't care about the Obamas, I think they're great people.  I don't wanna go somewhere where the president and his wife are going to be, and it's going to be super highs security, and everyone's going to be pointing and talking about Michelle Obama's dress.  If they want to come to my house, I'd be more than happy to entertain.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;Ballet at your house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; I've sat at a table with Madonna.  I'm done.  There's nothing left for me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; You should contact Annie Lennox, and write a song about being introverted.  Really.  Call her.  So, how has Christian upped your "thrive" level?  Or has he lowered it?  And made you an introvert?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: &lt;/span&gt;Well, he has changed my entire life, because I used to be very party-extrovert, I made all my money from parties and DJing, but I've completely changed him.  I've done all his runway music, obviously, living together, we're inspired by each other.  We're together constantly.  And obviously, when he dresses the Pussy Cat Dolls or he dresses Anne Hathaway, I get to meet that person.   I have people in my phone now... which is fun, but I'm not going to... call up Lady GaGa about my new album.  You know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;I know.  To finish up, a classic question.  What do you love and hate about the city?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2204/3549980917_dc2bc013fb_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: &lt;/span&gt;I love and hate that the city is so small.  Just, the circles.  If you hate someone, you can't avoid them, as far as the social.  It's so weird, because the things I do now are completely different from the things I did a year ago, but I feel like my age group has adapted in weirdly similar ways. Because now I go to much different sorts of places, and there's still some of the same old ass holes that I never wanted to see again.  For a city of 8 million people plus, it's teeny-fucking-tiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;What makes you stay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: &lt;/span&gt;It's all work, that's why I'm here.  Being a freelance anything, I get a I live in New York and I can usually do something at the drop of a hat.  If someone needs something photographed or I want to collaborate with someone or have a meeting with some amazing person, there's 8 million amazing people right here and you can just go tomorrow.  But at the same time, I make more money, and then I PAY 4 times as much for everything in my life.  For the rent, for the food.  If I was making the money I'm making now for doing the things I love doing right now in any other city, or in Cleveland, where I'm from, I'd be living in a mansion by now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, one cannot do these sorts of things in Cleveland, can one?  Or many other places, save those cities we're all thinking of.  For Brad, it seems New York is an essential part of living... nevermind the events and the champagne and the film crews and the Madonna.  Without the City as a canvas, if you'll excuse the painting metaphor, none of that would have ever made so much as a brushstroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3652/3549976173_508533d990.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-5370583759654798586?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5370583759654798586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/05/model-thrivers-interview-with-brad.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/5370583759654798586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/5370583759654798586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/05/model-thrivers-interview-with-brad.html' title='MODEL THRIVERS: An Interview with Brad Walsh'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3567/3549977219_89b68aa76d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849.post-1123575238066543412</id><published>2009-05-06T18:01:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:09:14.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3567/3508024041_b632b90bc9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 326px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3567/3508024041_b632b90bc9.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Copyright: Nora Wol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear Everyone: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          The weekend brought dinner, which brought several of my new and old friends to my tiny apartment, which brought all of the furniture against one wall and the coffee table in my bedroom and food on the floor, of course.  The get-together was dubbed a Thrive Guide Launch Dinner, because, as I've always said, something isn't anything until there's a dinner to celebrate.  While I whipped up the menu for the night in my miniscule kitchen, guests got along grandly and even pitched in with dinner (because that's part of the fun of a dinner party, I'd say).  After a bit of brie, bread, grapes and pears came the main course: salmon with goat cheese mashed potatoes, asparagus and a hearty salad.  I believe this was the first time in my life that there was an unopened bottle of wine when all was said and done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          In other news: school is slowly winding down.  I'm anxious for more free time, and more opportunities to talk with you about your methodical way of enjoying the city.  It's just about summertime, so you can expect some extremely interesting profiles quite soon.  The thrive-waters may be calm now, but there'll be great waves in a week or two, when I shut the books and go people-hunting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          I've got an assignment for you, in the meantime.  If you're the brave type (which, I'd say we all are.  There are simply those well-acquainted with their brave side and those who are frightened by it) I'd love it if you asked the next interesting person you see on the street if I might interview them.  Now, I'm not suggesting that you stop the next person with a fascinating pair of pants on and ask them if they'd like to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm referring to more of the subway-musician type.  Maybe you could drop a small piece of paper in their guitar case asking if they'd be up for an interview.  Tell them my email address, etc.  I need your help.  WE ARE ALL SCOUTS.  Aren't we?  Only in this world can one be both a scout and a model.  Don't let any reality television show tell you different.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Until next time: get up, get out, and get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-1123575238066543412?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/1123575238066543412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-moment.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/1123575238066543412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/1123575238066543412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-moment.html' title='Just a Moment.'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849.post-5693261213777757427</id><published>2009-04-28T20:37:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:28:09.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profiles'/><title type='text'>PROFILE IN THRIVE: Courtney "Fruitfly" Nichols</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 572px; height: 95px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3596/3425921858_731006a111_o.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3377/3484207007_a6cd8129ec.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          This week, Thrive Guide profiles an intensely unique woman who finds herself in an incredibly common situation.  The person: Courtney "Fruitfly" Nichols.  The situation: She's a straight girl who attracts gay men at an astronomical rate.  She documents her life with her big, fat, gay family on her personal website, &lt;a href="http://www.fruitflylife.com/"&gt;FruitflyLife&lt;/a&gt;.  The introduction to her blog reads "My situation is not rare, and many college students are struggling to balance a boyfriend and a gay boyfriend.  Though I have yet to find a boyfriend, gay men provide me with what I need... and the rest I can do by myself."  Ms. Nichols has certainly done quite a lot for herself. At the ripe, young age of twenty she become the first female intern at &lt;a href="http://www.out.com/"&gt;Out Magazine&lt;/a&gt;.  Not only does she have a wonderful day job, a vastly interesting website, and a support group of some of the wittiest gay men in New York state-- she also knows how to thrive.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 161px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3315/3484207591_e88c65bc7d_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;          &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Courtney lives on the Lower East Side, but we instead meet at one of her favorite places in the city-- a hideaway named Apotheke located on a side street in China Town.  The lights might as well be out completely and candles cast an eerie glow on the establishment's inhabitants while a man with a strange hat and an uncanny resemblance to Martin Short offers tarot card readings.  The waitresses are talkative and the bartenders wear laboratory coats.  At Apotheke, you describe how you're feeling, or how you want to feel, and they serve you a potion to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;help.  We're surrounded by a few friends, some old, some new, and conversation is inevitable.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jordan:&lt;/span&gt; Give me one word to describe your thrive technique, or how you thrive in the city successfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Courtney:&lt;/span&gt; Spontaneity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Oooooh!  What's the best place to thrive in the city?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Bliss spa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Courtney laughs hysterically, and the others do, too.  I'm missing something... and I LOVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Lovely.  If you could devise a drink especially for thriving, what would be its ingredients?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;It'd be a Jewish-themed drink, so if you could mix chicken liver, matzah, and manishevitz into a martini, I think that would work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our drinks have arrived.  Luckily, none of them resemble anything remotely close to Courtney's Hanukkah cocktail.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; So we're at a drinking establishment right now, yes?  Let's go off of that for a while.  How do you balance... well, first, would you say that you're a connoisseur of alcoholic beverages?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; So how does one balance being a connoisseur of alcoholic beverages and thriving?  How do you get past the hang overs and on to the next drinking night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;Well.  My secret ingredient is Acanacia.  I take four pills before I go out, which makes me not hung over in the morning.  And I also don't discriminate... like, I'm able to tell what's a very fine champagne but I'll also drink a four dollar bottle of wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Four dollar bottles of wine may be the secret to thriving.  Now, it must be noted that Courtney is not a rabid alcoholic.  The atmosphere simply begged for the question.  All right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;I want to discuss Out Magazine, I think.  Tell me how it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;My friend was working there and they tyically throw out women's resumes, and he said "Hold on, keep this, she has an amazing website," so I'm the first straight woman and woman in general to ever be an intern at Out.  And it's incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3620/3484207229_7d0c3c754a_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Do you plan on staying within the company?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; No, I'm actually moving back to San Francisco in July... I'm going to grad school at San Francisco Art Institute for curatorial studies.  I want to start a museum of sex on the west coast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;Oh!  Discuss sex and thriving.  Is it essential to thriving?  Or is thriving essential to sex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; I am a very sexual person without having a lot of sex, and I think that's why I consider sex to be such an art form rather than a necessity.  Like, I really love studying sex-- I've taken Writing Erotica at the New School and I'll be taking History of Porn.  I just feel like I'll hit my sexual peak at the age of 35.  I'll be a heather Locklear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; How about this, then-- not intercourse, but just being a sexual person...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;You HAVE TO BE A SEXUAL PERSON TO THRIVE.  I think that sensuality goes hand in hand with confidence... not necessarily sexuality but sensuality.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All right, you heard it from Courtney "Fruitfly" Nichols first.  Sexuality is synonymous for thriving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; I believe the essence of thriving is not sacrificing your friends.  Keeping people close to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; What do you do with enemies when you have thrive on the mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;I, for a long time, accepted them as friends, but I recently decided that... fuck you to everyone who sleezes out, I'm not going to deal with it.  So it's really important not to think of your life as a social ladder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; SO GOOD!  I woke up in the middle of the night... this interview is not about me, it's the only thing I'll say about myself in this whole interview... I woke up in the middle of the night and thought of this.  Tell me if it makes sense.  "New York is not a playground, so stop trying to climb the jungle gym."  Does that make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; I love that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; I think that people think that the secret to thriving is networking, networking, climbing, climbing.  It's not.  I feel like you'll fall off and bruise your knees, I think that's what will happen.  So, divvy it up in percentages.  How much is thriving about you, and how much is thriving about the people around you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; If I picture myself like the solar system, I am the sun, my best friends are the planets, my outerlayer friends are the moons, and those really superficial people that I keep in my life just for purely knowing jobs and such are the comets that are going around the moon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3484206833_5e1b3a1e8e_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I never thought I could be so okay with a person who refers to themselves not simply 'like a solar system,' but as the sun itself.  You can mark me on this: I will always appreciate a good metaphor, no matter how self-indulgent.  Genius is genius!  I promise.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It should be noted that Courtney is an outrageous dresser.  This evening, she wears a yellow dress with silhouettes of excitable, dancing figures on the skirt.  There is Chanel, very big hair, and good lipstick.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; So, give me the aspects of an outfit proper for thriving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;More is more. You can never have on too many accessories.  And, mix-matching prints is important.  Whoever said that zebra and leopard cannot go together was seriously disturbed.  And, leggings are not pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Lady GaGa!  Don't tell her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Three: always include at least one piece of Chanel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Courtney proceeds to tell a story about an encounter with an Urban Outfitters employee.  The girl asked Courtney where she got her gigantic Chanel emblem necklace.  She didn't know how to answer the question without seeming, well... she was simply at a loss.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Also, I think it's a waste of money to spend your money on lingerie.  I think what's important is what you wear on the outside.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apotheke is lovely, however expensive, and Courtney insists that we go home and cook a late dinner with friends.  Brussels sprouts, sausage and shell pasta are served-- all of it delicious.  We have a few bottles of wine, draw on the walls with chalk, play Two Truths and a Lie, and I ask a few more questions regarding her lovely home at the Ludlow on the Lower East Side.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3381/3485022184_d3a707bfc6_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;So what are the keys to making your home thrivable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; The keys to making my home thrivable are... guests lists, writable walls, and a large collection of DVDs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; If a bunch of people came over to your home expecting to be fed, what would you make them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; I would make them popcorn, and then soba noodles with seaweed on them, and a soft boiled egg.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; So you have all these people over for dinner.  What music do you play?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; Thrive Music is Lotus with a sprinkling of Madonna.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, so, last question.  Someone came over to your home and says, "We're clearing the place out."  How would you continue to thrive if you could never leave your house, and you have no earthly posessions in your house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt; If I was in my house alone, I think I would thrive quite well, because I would have all this extra time, and what would I do with it?  I would write and _______. And really, what else do you need?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; My mother reads this blog, so I don't know if I'm going to include the _______ part.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-5693261213777757427?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5693261213777757427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/profile-in-thrive-courtney-fruitfly.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/5693261213777757427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/5693261213777757427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/profile-in-thrive-courtney-fruitfly.html' title='PROFILE IN THRIVE: Courtney &quot;Fruitfly&quot; Nichols'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3315/3484207591_e88c65bc7d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849.post-7412893653526094683</id><published>2009-04-21T22:24:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:18:56.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Movement'/><title type='text'>Going Green for YOU!, or: The Pretension of the Green Movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 230px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3611/3463895379_cfa232173e_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Burn it.  Or shred it, and then recycle the scraps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear Everyone:&lt;div&gt;          You have a tote bag (that ISN'T a plastic bag, okay?!), you recycle your bottles and cans, you keep your agenda in a planner made from reused &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things,&lt;/span&gt; and you commit all of those other eco-friendly acts that are slowly becoming annoying and pretentious. I am all about saving our environment, don't get me wrong, but planting a tree is gradually turning into a status symbol, isn't it?  I find that lately is seems as though people are doing environmentally conscious things for the look of it-- as if by doing these things they become hipper, more modern, etc.  A bag that SCREAMS "I am NOT a plastic bag!" is just too much for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3498/3464751426_018ea55538_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Yes, it's an advertisement and an encouragement to be eco-friendly, but it's also a shout-out to everyone on the street that goes something like this: "I'm incredibly interesting and well-informed, in case you couldn't tell from my change purse made of Orangina labels." If &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being green&lt;/span&gt; continues in this trendy direction, it will crash, burn and fail and all trends do eventually.  This is my fear!  Being Green should be part of our lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Summer is quickly approaching, and as the weather turns warmer, I suggest we all return to our earthy roots.  Do not even THINK about the impression others may get when you do something good for the environment-- this is a personal relationship between you and Mother Nature and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one else&lt;/span&gt; is allowed.  You have the tote bag, you have the recycling bin, you have the reusable notebook.  It's time for PLANTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Fill your house with them.  An apartment filled with flora is better than a garden any day, I promise.  They should be sitting on every shelf, hanging from every hook in your ceiling.  They should be on each &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3652/3464751450_0e8b5ec3cb_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;window ledge and completely overflowing in your bathroom and kitchen-- the latter is where wonderful herbs and cooking plants can come in.  Have a new flower arrangement every night at dinner, I insist.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll&lt;/span&gt; thrive, your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; will thrive, and the earth, in return, will THRIVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Purchase Alys Fowler's magnificent &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=973180&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;search=true&amp;amp;parentid=SEARCH_RESULTS"&gt;Garden Anywhere&lt;/a&gt; to get plenty of ideas on how to transform what little space you have into a magical field of veggie-yielding brilliance.  Check out &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/category.jsp?popId=DECORATING&amp;amp;fromDisplayPage=fromDisplayPage&amp;amp;cmElemTag=dropdown&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;navCount=36&amp;amp;pushId=DECOR_GARDEN&amp;amp;id=DECOR_GARDEN"&gt;Anthropologie's terrific selection of garden things&lt;/a&gt; for lovely ways to house your plants in- doors, and even a few plant-your-own-tree kits.  Whatever you do, though,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; don't&lt;/span&gt; carry these things home in an I AM NOT A PLASTIC BAG! tote.  Burn that tote bag, all right?  Trust me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        So here's to living rooms filled with foliage and table tops never without a center piece of buds, yes?  Stop worrying about how your eco-friendly actions make you look to the rest of the world and concentrate on how they effect YOUR world, and the bigger world in general: planet earth.  It's all about you and the earth, really, really, really.  Make your home thrive with blooms and blossoms, and give back to the environment at the same time.  You'll feel so intensely wonderful as a result of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eco-Best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PS: We were talking the other day about making a shirt that says "I'M AN ECO-FRIENDLY BITCH."  I think it's hilarious and turns the whole pretentious side of the green movement on its head.  Would you buy it?  I would buy it.  I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-7412893653526094683?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/7412893653526094683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-green-for-you-or-pretension-of.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/7412893653526094683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/7412893653526094683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-green-for-you-or-pretension-of.html' title='Going Green for YOU!, or: The Pretension of the Green Movement'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3611/3463895379_cfa232173e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849.post-726113038516062958</id><published>2009-04-19T21:30:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:16:36.857-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brini maxwell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>MODEL THRIVERS: An Interview With Brini Maxwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 479px; height: 113px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3457251491_63b426080f_o.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 287px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3512/3458222062_e4e8b9340f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;opyright: Bradford Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Everyone:&lt;div&gt;          Our first edition of MODEL THRIVERS features an interview with one of the greatest authorities in thriving that exists, I might say safely.  Her name is Brini Maxwell.  She is unbeatable when it comes to possessing a thorough knowledge of home design, ideas for entertaining, and truly fantastic house hold tips, all of which were demonstrated beautifully on her Style Network television show which began airing in 2004.  She has somehow managed to pinpoint all of what exactly made the home and fashion design of the 50s, 60s and 70s so fantastic and inject it into everything she does.  Presently, she's quite busy with her new line of home products entitled Felix Populi (which loosely translates to "happy people" in Latin), but she graciously took the time to answer a few questions with truly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; answers.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3458217204_6b53b89ede_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Seeing as Brini is not only an expert thriver but an expert New Yorker as well, I simply had to know where she thrived best.  The answer was her home: Chelsea.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          "It's probably my best thrive spot.  It's residential, yet convenient to all the suppliers I use for my business.  You can walk to so many parts of the city easily and I have many friends in the neighborhood."  Her business, of course, is the delightful, previously mentioned Felix Populi.  Take yourself to the website and buy up everything.  Now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Ms. Maxwell has always been my go-to-guide for quick home fixes, of course, but also a general reference for household mood, if you know what I mean.  Your living room could be decorated flawlessly but you've got nothing without a comfortable atmosphere, whether you're staying in or entertaining guests.  One of the best ways to go about setting the perfect mood is music, I'd say, and Brini was not without tips regarding living room soundtracks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          "I particularly like the genre of production, or library music," which is, as Brini explains, music created for film and television production to use as background and incidental music.  "When you hear selections of it from the past they have a very distinctive sound-- a sound that really reflects the era in which they were recorded."  Her favorite titles include "Music for TV Dinners" and "The Sound Gallery CDs."  I would suggest creating your veryown collection of library music as soon possible.  Really.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3457402465_6a4f339e83_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Music and location are all well and good, but I wanted to know Brini's secret to success.  When asked the secret to thrive, Brini had much to say.  "Doing what you want to do with your life.  Don't get stuck in a job or relationship that you don't want just because you think it's expected of you."  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Genius.&lt;/span&gt;  "Another would be expressing your creativity-- being creative is such an important part of life."  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very genius&lt;/span&gt;.  "I'd say being comfortable with yourself is an important part of thriving." Often overlooked,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; extremely genius. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          To end this edition of Model Thrivers, I've included Brini's Perfect Day: a description of how this model thriver does her thing on a daily basis.  I know you're excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"It starts with a trip to the gym - I go to David Barton. The cardio sets me up for a productive day. I then go back to my apartment and have a little breakfast - a banana/strawberry smoothie or a half a grapefruit, a bowl of organic corn flakes and some orange juice. Then the day starts in earnest. May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;be it's a bit of shopping for the raw materials for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.felixpopuli.com/"&gt;product line&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;in the garment district, or perhaps a visit to one of my manufacturers. Then perhaps it's time for lunch with a friend, which I might have out at one of my new favorite places - Sweetiepie on Greenwich Ave. After lunch I might have a meeting with a buyer or maybe get together with my director of photography for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brinimaxwell.libsyn.com/"&gt;video projects&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Then it's back home where I'll make myself a nice dinner - lately I've been particularly fond of my almond chicken and potato salad. After dinner I might see a film revival with a friend or just stay home and work on a sewing or embroidery project in front of the television."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;Best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;Jordan (And Brini)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3458197464_3cecd041d1.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-726113038516062958?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/726113038516062958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/model-thrivers-interview-with-brini.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/726113038516062958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/726113038516062958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/model-thrivers-interview-with-brini.html' title='MODEL THRIVERS: An Interview With Brini Maxwell'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3458217204_6b53b89ede_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849.post-6939224022420239306</id><published>2009-04-14T01:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:21:02.761-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Out'/><title type='text'>How To GET THE HELL OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3440116383_f256f147a2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 373px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3440116383_f256f147a2.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;Chelsy and Melissa Mitchell: their home in the Hamptons serves as the perfect getaway from Manhattan-- really, perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Copyright Felipe Cortez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Everyone,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Forgive me ahead of time for being only five posts into what will undoubtedly become your go-to-guide for thriving in the city, only to dedicate my latest entry to getting OUT.  It's essential to thriving, I promise I'm not only saying this because I just had a wonderful weekend out of town myself.  I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly mean &lt;/span&gt;it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Now, many of you may be rolling your eyes and thinking that I have no idea how hard it is to get out of the city when you have a job to hold down or even schoolwork to do, but please, keep your eyes on the Thrive Guide and focus for a minute while I try my best to calm you down.  If you're without a car, the money for a bus or a train, or if you're simply without the TIME to run away for a day or two, it's up to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to remove yourself from the city without ever setting foot on a train, plain or automobile.  Forget about work, forget about school, even if it's just for a few hours one day, and let yourself get OUT.  Out of your own head, my friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     This may sound so incredibly obvious, but it's these sorts of things that we convince ourselves are mere luxuries that, in our busy lives, we should &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;afford ourselves.  WRONG.  If you're going to keep your head above the water (and the crowd) here, you've got to ban the word luxury from your vocabulary and realize these things we regard as leisurely or indulgent are plainly and simply things we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt;.  I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     On the other hand, if you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;catch a ride out of the area, by all means, DO IT!  This weekend I went to Sag Harbor to stay with my best friends here in the city, Chelsy and Melissa Mitchell (look forward to their weekly column right here on Thrive Guide!).  Their home is delightful, their family is always entertaining, and the area is about as close as you can get to an ideal escape from Manhattan.  I've always said that even though getting away is about relinquishing one's responsibilities, there are Four Things One MUST Do: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          1.) Enjoy the Great Outdoors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          2.) Have a drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          3.) Meet at least one new, marvelous person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          4.) Cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I hope everyone's holiday weekend was a productive one-- productive in the sense that you took some time for yourself.  This week, we've got a lot to look forward to at the Thrive Guide.  There'll be a new profile on a new, marvelous person named Sarah Dowling as well as the first TwinSay column, by none other than Chelsy and Melissa Mitchell.  Plus, we reveal our first celebrity interview as a part of our Thriving Heros section, and here's a hint: BRINI MAXWELL!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best, Best, Best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-6939224022420239306?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/6939224022420239306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-get-hell-out.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/6939224022420239306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/6939224022420239306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-get-hell-out.html' title='How To GET THE HELL OUT!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849.post-8969779746245077699</id><published>2009-04-09T00:38:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:08:56.450-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profiles'/><title type='text'>PROFILE IN THRIVE: Michael Buchholz</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 572px; height: 95px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3596/3425921858_731006a111_o.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3607/3425832718_d832ac5c0f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Michael Buchholz on his rooftop in Williamsburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          It's my pleasure to introduce you to Michael Buchholz: superior host, culture monger, food enthusiast, Brooklynite Dandy, brilliant businessmind, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;master&lt;/span&gt; thriver.  Since I've lived in the city, Mr. Buchholz has been one of the only people who I've let lead me blindly (and eagerly) to their most favorite places about town.  He hasn't steered me wrong yet, and between you and me, I'm compiling a list of our various outings to make a fail-proof destination manual on the occasion that out of town friends pay a visit.  It seems as if he's stumbled upon the magically mysterious and unbeatable formula for getting along swimmingly in his neighborhood in Brooklyn (as well as anywhere else he finds himself) and I'm eager to share it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3573/3425830070_064efae630_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tell Michael that we should meet at his favorite neighborhood place for this interview, and he suggests a place called Second Stop Cafe.  Not only does he know everything about the place (I can vaguely recall folkloric details such as: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the chef who makes the baked goods downstairs once worked at one of the ten best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; restaurants in the world!&lt;/span&gt;) but he knows just about every person, be they employees or patrons.  The establishment is covered in that Williamsburgonian style one has come to expect from any coffee shop near Bedford-- the decorators are obviously found object collectors, and I've even heard that some of the light fixtures once belonged to JP Morgan and the Plaza Hotel.  The girl behind the counter is charming and undoubtedly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;charmed&lt;/span&gt; by Michael Buchholz.  I start off the interview with a simple question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JORDAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What makes you happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MICHAEL:&lt;/span&gt; EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; That's cheesy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; You can't interview someone and say that their answer is cheesy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; You're right.  Yes, yes, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Let's see.  Brooklyn.  The very basic quality of Brooklyn... that it retains the energy of the city without being overwhelmed by it.  I think the city has lost its way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Lost its way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, lost its way.  Every neighborhood becomes a caricature of itself in the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3645/3426102066_5fb932f202_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael is distracted by an incoming patron.  They're familiar with one another, naturally.  We talk a bit about the caricatures that Brooklyn, and in particular Williamsburg have come to produce, and we laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Does thriving in Brooklyn come naturally for you, or does it take a lot of thought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; It takes a lot of thought.  For me, being stationed in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; place requires a lot of effort in order for me to achieve a decent level of comfort.  I tend to draw my basic needs from places that I've traveled that I'd like to recreate in some way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think this makes such good sense.  I'm eating a brownie and a glass of milk, and he's having coffee or tea-- I can't tell which, but given his immense background in coffee, I'll say the former.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; The problem with the world being so accessible is that we're too familiar with what's out there so we're never content with what's directly available to us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Oooooh, nice!  And you're no longer a victim of this syndrome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; I think I've just accepted that you can't be everywhere at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; If you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; be everywhere at once, would BK be one of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3346/3424976767_43096a68ac_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We discuss what a great, bubbling melting pot Brooklyn and New York as a whole truly is.  Not only is there a world full of culture and diversity out there awaiting us all, but a world full of connections, as the business minded Michael believes firmly in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; I bumped into this woman yesterday who overheard my conversation regarding my business endeavors and she gave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; me her card fifteen minutes later and offered her professional advice and her product to help support me in any way she could.  You can meet your next business partner sitting in a coffee shop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Can't that happen everywhere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; People aren't as approachable elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Some people might read this and say "Brooklyn!  Ha!  APPROACHABLE?!"  What would you say to them?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; It's all about how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; approach a person or a situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Would you say that's one of the keys to thriving?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Yes.  Approaching any situation with a positive attitude and a bright outlook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3425027165_6cfabce35d_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's stumbled upon something brilliant.  More customers enter, more hellos.  He's quite friendly with the owners, too.  Little does he know that I'm about to spring a terribly deep question upon him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; It's Saturday afternoon and you're hosting an extra terrestrial, anxious to see the area.  What you show them will be their lasting opinion of earth before they jet back to their planet later that evening.  Where do you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; I'd probably take them right here.  Second Stop.  If we were in my neighborhood, I'd take them right here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; I suppose I appreciate the fact that despite any business's tendency to be a massive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;corporation... a big, massive endeavor... you know one person created this certain mold to plant in every single town... there's still the opportunity in a neighborhood like mine to open a smaller scale place that serves the community and is a very clear display of the work of a creative mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3569/3425837620_9347b05c4f_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Several businesses in Brooklyn share this characteristic.  More so than Manhattan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Absolutely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Does it make it easier to thrive in an environment where small business like these exist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; It's inspiring and in the very least sets me on the right path, knowing that its still possible to be an individual despite being in such close proximity to a place that can sweep you away in the blink of an eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael must mean the city.  Michael nods at another customer, I finish my milk, and we go for a walk.  He shows me a few of his favorite places and we pass burgeoning new apartment complexes.  He's dismayed by them-- especially by a building with a large advertisement posted to it claiming the new apartments as &lt;/span&gt;"Adorable!" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3425023517_a6c3ddc5b6_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;: Why should this exist here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We continue to walk until we reach his apartment where we'll have dinner with Zachary and Nell (the wonderfully domesticated dog).  Before, though, we enjoy the excellent view from his roof, just as the sun sets behind the Manhattan skyline and the streets of Williamsburg below grow dimmer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-8969779746245077699?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/8969779746245077699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/profile-in-thrive-michael-buchholz_08.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/8969779746245077699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/8969779746245077699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/profile-in-thrive-michael-buchholz_08.html' title='PROFILE IN THRIVE: Michael Buchholz'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3573/3425830070_064efae630_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849.post-5183964800139769883</id><published>2009-04-08T12:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:54:32.599-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrive'/><title type='text'>On What's to Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3370/3420454082_035b4752c0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 118px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3370/3420454082_035b4752c0.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Below, leave me a message if you've got the following to offer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Interesting places around New York City that I might profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Interesting people around New York City that I might profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You'd like to be profiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;     It's the third day of Thrive Guide's existence, and things are just about to get personal.  I'm seeking you out for thrive-stories, profiles in thrive, narratives of great thriving, if you will.  If you thrive particularly well in your environment, I'd love to interview you and take a few photos.  It will all be intensely great: you'll become the spokesperson of your borough, neighborhood, or village, and your head will grow large amounts.  Yes!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;     I'll also be begging my favorite, notable New Yorkers to say a few words about their  methods of thrive.  I'm confident that with a little time, Thrive Guide will be a useful tool-- so useful, in fact, that you'll want to boil it down to a pocket-sized, hard cover book.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No big ideas today, tomorrow Thrive Guide will be featuring its first PROFILE IN THRIVE, though, so prepare yourself for that, you thrive-guidiacs.  (Tell me how you feel about that word.)  PLEASE, let me know if you'd like to be profiled, as well as if you've got any friends who thrive particularly well.  Let me know of your favorite places to enjoy yourself, too.  Thrive Guide depends on the readers, and if you're reading this, you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'll leave you with a tip: take out your headphones!  The sidewalk, the train, the bus-- these are no places for iPods!  There's more than enough to listen to around you, as "cheesy" as that may sound.  *Not available on iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-5183964800139769883?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5183964800139769883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-whats-to-come.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/5183964800139769883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/5183964800139769883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-whats-to-come.html' title='On What&apos;s to Come'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849.post-8445728800218167933</id><published>2009-04-07T13:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:16:28.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><title type='text'>Dinner's On the Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3233/2662669896_b172a57acc.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 337px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3233/2662669896_b172a57acc.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;THE FIRST FLOOR SUPPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Above, I dine with a sizable group of old friends.  Recently, I had a floor supper with two very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; friends, and it was such a success.  We ate too much, drank too much, and talked a great deal.  Do it, do it, do it.  You're never too old to sit Indian-style and swap stories while you stuff your face.  Promise. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear Everyone,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;     This is me, telling you what you must do the next time you're hungry for food but also friends.  It's a fail-proof plan for a pleasant evening, I promise.  Clear your living room floor.  Put the coffee table in your room and scoot the furniture to the walls, because you're going to be eating down there with the people you love.  This formula works especially well for new friends you meet at work, classmates that seem worth getting to know, or those delightful strangers you bravely strike conversations with at coffee shops (I applaud you for this-- remind me to tell you a story I heard about coffee shops and why they're so populated).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What you do with your floor is completely up to you, but make it beautiful, that's all I'm going to require of you.  I remember the first time I hosted a Floor Supper I took an old tabletop without legs we had laying about the apartment and set the plates on top just as I would have a table &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; legs.  The food went on top as well, and pillows served as the seating.  Now, just because you're eating on the floor, don't deny yourself the pleasure of creating a neat centerpiece.  Do it.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DO IT&lt;/span&gt;.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The food should be PLENTIFUL, with big bowls and huge plates filled with comforting things like mashed potatoes and pasta and vegetables!  Half the fun is passing the grub, isn't it?  Preparing the food should be a group activity as well-- no one likes a cook who does all the work, I promise, really.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;     When everything's ready, calm down and join your guests on the floor.  Candles are a great mood-setter-- you'd be surprised how they're stripped of their usual romantic connotation when it's a small group of friends you're with instead of your boyfriend or girlfriend.  Soon, you'll be talking about really big things in small ways, and vice versa, and you'll all instantly fall in love.  Food releases a chemical in a person's brain that forces them to talk about their day, really.  I might have made that up, but I would buy it if somebody told me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Having friends over for dinner is something very classic, and removing the stuffiness of chairs and a dining room table makes the atmosphere so much more relaxed.  Good things come from it, I swear.  It should be a group process from the get-go, really-- you and your dinner guests might buy the groceries together at one of your local markets (places like Trader Joe's are wonderful and terrific but the lines can be patience-wearing and the small-village-market vibe is simply lacking).  Cook together, eat together, and most importantly: talk together.  This works well on a weeknight when you're not too overloaded with work.  You'll feel content all evening, and pleasantly at ease throughout the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So break out the broom and sweep up, dinner's on the floor tonight.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-8445728800218167933?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/8445728800218167933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/dinners-on-floor.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/8445728800218167933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/8445728800218167933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/dinners-on-floor.html' title='Dinner&apos;s On the Floor'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871113846261427849.post-5604960414012074102</id><published>2009-04-06T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:03:13.584-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strangers'/><title type='text'>Celebrity Sightings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3420128320_26b27b6b5b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3420128320_26b27b6b5b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I saw the woman pictured above one day on the train.  She wore a tremendously cut trench coat and a great, thin navy blue scarf with white polkadots.  Her shirt was gingham.  She had great hair it was browny blonde and cut really well, and her face was porcelain.  One eye was bigger than the other.  She had good earrings and a big, fat watch.  I drew her when I saw her, and then a week or so later I saw her again in Murray's Bagels!  She was right behind me!  It was better than seeing a celebrity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Everyone,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, happy Monday, here's a few things I need to say to you.  I realized today that you can't enjoy yourself without enjoying the people you see when you're walking about, running errands, going to work and school and playtime, and things like that.  Lucky for you, enjoying the people you see is one of the easiest things you'll ever have to do!  Start by choosing their most interesting trait, be it physical or otherwise (audible, smellible) and then, let yourself be amazed by it.  There's a little bit of everyone they've ever met in that trait, but I can assure you that this person is one hundred percent original.  Bask in their brilliance.  Take in their genuine uniqueness.  Draw a picture of them and tell their story to the people you find yourself at a party with later that week.  It's all so easy, you see, if only you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let &lt;/span&gt;yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871113846261427849-5604960414012074102?l=thethriveguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5604960414012074102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-everyone-hello-happy-monday-heres.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/5604960414012074102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871113846261427849/posts/default/5604960414012074102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriveguide.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-everyone-hello-happy-monday-heres.html' title='Celebrity Sightings'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752826969649039898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhripfsdnWg/Sdq1ShzG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kF8rTKa1dl4/s1600-R/3395004221_16842de177.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
