<?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-7774984036932949063</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:23:50.960-05:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='Aimee Bender'/><category term='new fall line up'/><category term='williamsburg'/><category term='published writing'/><category term='Jessica Albar'/><category term='venus zine'/><category term='Elisabeth Moss'/><category term='published writing.'/><category term='graduate school'/><category term='tofu'/><category term='williamsburg hall of music'/><category term='magazine work'/><category term='Diane Birch'/><category term='noodles'/><category term='new kids on the block'/><category term='low carb'/><category term='diet'/><category term='sex'/><category term='yum'/><category term='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><category term='concert review'/><category term='music reviews'/><category term='Bust Magazine'/><category term='food'/><category term='rachel getting married'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='tofu noodles'/><category term='elizabeth and the catapult'/><category term='shirataki'/><category term='high heels'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='dating'/><category term='anne hathaway'/><category term='writing'/><category term='marina and the diamonds'/><category term='theater review'/><category term='journalism'/><category term='fringe festival'/><title type='text'>What She's Really Thinking</title><subtitle type='html'>The many distractions in the life of a culturally fixated, twenty something, feminist, blonde Brooklynite by way of Minneapolis.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-39781206204018169</id><published>2011-06-04T18:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T18:08:08.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boots can be year round foot wear</title><content type='html'>Whenever I attempt to go to the shoe store to select summer appropriate footwear I always end up just looking at boots instead. I can't help it, I always prefer a clunky well heeled boot to a delicate sandal. In NYC where it will rain at a moment's notice, where you need to walk miles to a train stop somedays, and where you might need to kick a mugger or creepy guy, boots seem to be the appropriate option--even in 80 degree weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-39781206204018169?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/39781206204018169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=39781206204018169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/39781206204018169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/39781206204018169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2011/06/boots-can-be-year-round-foot-wear.html' title='boots can be year round foot wear'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-3044755061846717842</id><published>2010-09-22T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:39:27.573-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisabeth Moss'/><title type='text'>Elisabeth Moss on Totally Kids Detective Agency</title><content type='html'>You know, ever since I started watching Mad Men I have had the feeling that I used to watch Elisabeth Moss a lot as a kid on those FOX PSAs they would play during the after school shows. I looked at her IMDB credits and couldn't find anything listed, so I took to Google and eventually found this on YouTube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQPbNHTgKRk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQPbNHTgKRk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I remembered her! I have a good memory for faces, maybe I should be a detective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-3044755061846717842?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/3044755061846717842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=3044755061846717842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3044755061846717842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3044755061846717842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2010/09/elisabeth-moss-on-totally-kids.html' title='Elisabeth Moss on Totally Kids Detective Agency'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-7267714351853266148</id><published>2010-09-16T23:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:01:34.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new fall line up'/><title type='text'>Love Bites, new fall show</title><content type='html'>NBC's new show Love Bites looks among the most promising for new Fall shows, albeit a little silly from the looks of this preview. Also strange that it features two cast members from "My Boys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="384" height="283" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget.nbc.com/videos/nbcshort_at.swf?CXNID=1000004.10045NXC&amp;widID=4727a250e66f9723&amp;clipID=1228326&amp;showID=398"/&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget.nbc.com/videos/nbcshort_at.swf?CXNID=1000004.10045NXC&amp;widID=4727a250e66f9723&amp;clipID=1228326&amp;showID=398" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="384" height="283" allowFullScreen="true" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-7267714351853266148?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/7267714351853266148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=7267714351853266148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7267714351853266148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7267714351853266148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-bites-new-fall-show.html' title='Love Bites, new fall show'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-3693393465227591139</id><published>2010-09-06T20:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:08:20.619-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bust Magazine'/><title type='text'>New writing online</title><content type='html'>Ah writing, I would fall into pits of depression without you. I have been keeping busy this summer honing my skills and improving my craft. In order to do this you need lots of low stakes assignments where you can get a little creative with your reviews/articles and not fear an editor's wrath. So this June I started writing again for  &lt;a href="feministreview.blogspot.com"&gt; The Feminist Review &lt;/a&gt;(I believe there are in transition with their name and will be renaming themselves Elevated Differences, though I personally prefer the original moniker.)I have been reviewing theater including the Flea's recent production of Sex in Mommyville.&lt;br /&gt;I also have a review of the memoir Bitch is the New Black in the August/September issue of Bust!&lt;br /&gt;The memoir is pretty funny and worth checking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-3693393465227591139?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/3693393465227591139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=3693393465227591139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3693393465227591139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3693393465227591139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-writing-online.html' title='New writing online'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-1209779435950931299</id><published>2010-09-06T20:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:04:27.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marina and the diamonds'/><title type='text'>Marina and the Diamonds new video for Shampain</title><content type='html'>I have been digging Welsh artist Marina and the Diamonds all summer, when it comes to pop stars I making a splash currently, I really consider her to be the best. She manages to produce catchy, fun pop music with enough depth, creativity and skill in terms of lyrics to satisfy those who are turned off by all the prefabricated pop tarts the industry spits out. It is no wonder she sold out her show at Webster Hall in NYC quickly. Here is her latest single, Shampain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vHi83LTQjU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vHi83LTQjU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-1209779435950931299?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/1209779435950931299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=1209779435950931299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/1209779435950931299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/1209779435950931299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2010/09/marina-and-diamonds-new-video-for.html' title='Marina and the Diamonds new video for Shampain'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-839213518988042802</id><published>2010-05-01T19:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T19:37:47.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our grammar and spelling skills keep taking nosedivesWhen</title><content type='html'>When I walk down the street in Manhattan I become annoyed by all the misspelled signs that catch my eye from bars, restaurants, food carts, and bodegas. It makes me want to rip out a giant red pen and make lots of corrections. Not to mention the terrible grammar. Maybe this is due to the fact that I have been employed in my life as both a copy editor and as an English teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also bugs me that so many students now write papers and emails in texting speak i.e. U hafta B here 2moro. And don't understand that this is improper English. I wonder what sort of semi literate, misspelled, abbreviated future awaits us as a country. I must be a huge nerd or else so old I am out of it because I never abbreviate anything in my texts and have even on occasion made use of the semi colon key.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-839213518988042802?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/839213518988042802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=839213518988042802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/839213518988042802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/839213518988042802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-grammar-and-spelling-skills-keep.html' title='Our grammar and spelling skills keep taking nosedivesWhen'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-7885025939005060579</id><published>2010-04-11T22:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:06:34.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New reviews of mine in print</title><content type='html'>New pieces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a review of "They Is Us" in the February/March issue of Bust,&lt;br /&gt;and a review of "Anthropology of an American Girl" in the May/June issue&lt;br /&gt;of Bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthropology of an American Girl was a self published novel that received&lt;br /&gt;such a cult following that Random House made an offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music review and review Emily White's memoir "Lonely" in the April issue of&lt;br /&gt;Venus Zine, on newsstands now. The magazine went through a few month hiatus&lt;br /&gt;as they switched owners. The magazine business is a dicey game right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-7885025939005060579?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/7885025939005060579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=7885025939005060579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7885025939005060579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7885025939005060579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-reviews-of-mine-in-print.html' title='New reviews of mine in print'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-5897313852418613050</id><published>2010-02-09T22:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:43:16.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayings in New York City that seem strange to me</title><content type='html'>Sayings in New York City that seem strange to me&lt;br /&gt;There are two sayings commonly used when one departs from another person or passes another person in New York City that seem to be specific only to the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is "Get home safe." Also said "Be safe getting home."&lt;br /&gt;People routinely say this when you are going home at night. I have never heard it commonly said anywhere else. It kind of seems foreboding, like they are reminding you of all the terrible things that might happen. Probably it became commonly said back when New York City was a more dangerous, less gentrified place. Frequently strangers will say this to me when I am leaving work, school, the subway train etc. Also people will say it to me when I pass them walking down a city street at night. In this context it seems to be mean "What are you doing out so late! It's dangerous! Go home now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another is "You have a nice day now." (and other similar rephrasings.)&lt;br /&gt;But the weird thing is that it is usually said by strangers who have not spoken to me at all. Who will just say it when they exit whatever public space we are inhabiting, especially when they are exiting the train. It always seems a bit weird to me. Last time it happened, I was reading a book and some guy on the train I hadn't even noticed said it to me as he was getting off. It makes no sense to me as it seems to be something you would only say to someone you were speaking to. When I am walking down the street people will also say it to me as I pass them--most of the time men. It seems strange to say such a thing to a total stranger. Maybe it's some polite variation of "hey girl! How you doin'?" Except it's sort of final, like the end of a conversation, not the beginning, so it really does not function as a segue way or pick up line.&lt;p&gt; &lt;img src="http://923now.com/files/2009/03/subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-5897313852418613050?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/5897313852418613050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=5897313852418613050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5897313852418613050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5897313852418613050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2010/02/sayings-in-new-york-city-that-seem_09.html' title='Sayings in New York City that seem strange to me'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-6526135562970678790</id><published>2010-02-09T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:43:00.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayings in New York City that seem strange to me</title><content type='html'>Sayings in New York City that seem strange to me&lt;br /&gt;There are two sayings commonly used when one departs from another person or passes another person in New York City that seem to be specific only to the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is "Get home safe." Also said "Be safe getting home."&lt;br /&gt;People routinely say this when you are going home at night. I have never heard it commonly said anywhere else. It kind of seems foreboding, like they are reminding you of all the terrible things that might happen. Probably it became commonly said back when New York City was a more dangerous, less gentrified place. Frequently strangers will say this to me when I am leaving work, school, the subway train etc. Also people will say it to me when I pass them walking down a city street at night. In this context it seems to be mean "What are you doing out so late! It's dangerous! Go home now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another is "You have a nice day now." (and other similar rephrasings.)&lt;br /&gt;But the weird thing is that it is usually said by strangers who have not spoken to me at all. Who will just say it when they exit whatever public space we are inhabiting, especially when they are exiting the train. It always seems a bit weird to me. Last time it happened, I was reading a book and some guy on the train I hadn't even noticed said it to me as he was getting off. It makes no sense to me as it seems to be something you would only say to someone you were speaking to. When I am walking down the street people will also say it to me as I pass them--most of the time men. It seems strange to say such a thing to a total stranger. Maybe it's some polite variation of "hey girl! How you doin'?" Except it's sort of final, like the end of a conversation, not the beginning, so it really does not function as a segue way or pick up line.&lt;p&gt; &lt;img src=http://923now.com/files/2009/03/subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-6526135562970678790?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/6526135562970678790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=6526135562970678790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6526135562970678790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6526135562970678790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2010/02/sayings-in-new-york-city-that-seem.html' title='Sayings in New York City that seem strange to me'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-5952437917880636476</id><published>2009-11-11T21:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:01:17.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of Still Life, Interview with playwright Alexander Dinelaris.</title><content type='html'>My review of Lucille Lortel Theater's Still Life/interview with playwright Alexander Dinelaris. &lt;a href="http://www.thevillager.com/villager_338/playwrightfinds.html"&gt; Here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-5952437917880636476?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/5952437917880636476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=5952437917880636476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5952437917880636476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5952437917880636476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/11/review-of-still-life-interview-with.html' title='Review of Still Life, Interview with playwright Alexander Dinelaris.'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-3211873175538364050</id><published>2009-10-10T19:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:48:40.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sounds</title><content type='html'>My review of The Sounds at Roseland Ballroom this September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.venuszine.com/articles/music/live_reviews/6399/The_Sounds_prove_they_know_how_to_put_on_a_New_York_City_show"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-3211873175538364050?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/3211873175538364050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=3211873175538364050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3211873175538364050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3211873175538364050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/10/sounds.html' title='The Sounds'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-6991850110231157465</id><published>2009-09-07T18:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:40:42.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Concert and CD Reviews</title><content type='html'>I'm a little sad that summer is already slipping away, I'm already regreting the many outdoor concerts and movies that I missed out on. I think the summer just got off to a slow start due to the rain, and I never got back onto my usual culture vulture track. However, I did manage to review a few shows and (great) albums. Here's a sampling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My summer music reviews:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD Reviews:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.venuszine.com/articles/music/sounds/6119/Starlight_Mints"&gt; Starlight Mints/ Change Remains &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.venuszine.com/articles/music/sounds/5934/Diane_Birch"&gt; Diane Birch/Bible Belt &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="https://www.venuszine.com/articles/music/sounds/5900/John_Vanderslice"&gt; John Vanderslice/Romanian Names &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="https://www.venuszine.com/articles/music/sounds/6087/Girl_In_a_Coma"&gt; Girl in a Coma/ Trio B.C. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews of River to River Shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="https://www.venuszine.com/articles/music/live_reviews/6086/Conor_Oberst_shares_the_spotlight_with_Jenny_Lewis_in_New_York"&gt; Connor Oberst and Jenny Lewis at Battery Park, July 4th&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="https://www.venuszine.com/articles/music/live_reviews/6071/Here_We_Go_Magic_turns_water_into_a_sunny_set_in_New_York"&gt; Here We Go Magic, July 3rd River to River&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-6991850110231157465?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/6991850110231157465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=6991850110231157465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6991850110231157465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6991850110231157465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-concert-and-cd-reviews.html' title='Summer Concert and CD Reviews'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-1410675860557877609</id><published>2009-09-07T18:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:28:57.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='williamsburg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='williamsburg hall of music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venus zine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elizabeth and the catapult'/><title type='text'>Review of Elizabeth and the Catapult show</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth and the Catapult are one of my favorite Brooklyn based acts. &lt;a href="https://www.venuszine.com/articles/music/live_reviews/6367/Elizabeth__the_Catapult_captures_the_attention_of_a_hometown_Brooklyn_crowd"&gt; Here &lt;/a&gt; is my review for Venus Zine of their recent show at the Williamsburg Hall of Music. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGlZGG55GWE"&gt;Here &lt;/a&gt; is the video for ther charming number "Taller Children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__SbiAiS_v_0/RemxSri6x2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/QbmAAzn6Nt0/s400/elizabethandthecatapult.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit different than what I usually listen to, but I promise that they will have your foot tapping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-1410675860557877609?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/1410675860557877609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=1410675860557877609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/1410675860557877609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/1410675860557877609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/09/review-of-elizabeth-and-catapult-show.html' title='Review of Elizabeth and the Catapult show'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__SbiAiS_v_0/RemxSri6x2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/QbmAAzn6Nt0/s72-c/elizabethandthecatapult.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-4889214495355695636</id><published>2009-09-07T18:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:23:24.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='published writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fringe festival'/><title type='text'>Fringe Fest review</title><content type='html'>I sadly was not too productive with my writing this summer, but &lt;a href="http://www.thevillager.com/villager_329/doubledose.html"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;is my review from the Fringe Festival. I reviewed two Harold Pinter one acts:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-4889214495355695636?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/4889214495355695636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=4889214495355695636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/4889214495355695636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/4889214495355695636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/09/fringe-fest-review.html' title='Fringe Fest review'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-6221794651874908996</id><published>2009-06-15T11:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:54:32.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Billboard That Has Everyone Pissed Off</title><content type='html'>The billboard that is pissing everyone off&lt;br /&gt;I first saw this ad in the back pages of Ms. where they print ads they deem to be sexist and demeaning to women. Now the ad has been turned into a giant billboard on Houston in Soho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much every feminist website/blog/twitter/ I read is up in arms about it. I mean, it's not the prettiest/least offensive thing I've seen walking down the street, but I've seen much worse. What about all those ad campaigns for vodka brands that would show older men having sex with two women at once, or those ads on the other side of the street on Houston that showed two women flirting with each other and grabbing each other in a homoerotic capacity only to have the series end with them ending up in a sexual situation with a guy. Why didn't people complain about those? Remember those ads with Vincent Gallo and multiple women? There was one right over a subway entrance with him buttoning up his pants while a very young model was kneeling over, reapplying her lipstick, using his belt buckle as a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my personal opinion, this ad is maybe a bit too much for a giant ad viewable by all foot and motor traffic, but as a feminist this ad doesn't seem to present any more of an offensive role for a woman than anything else I've seen. In dissecting it, I would note that the female's body is in an active rather than passive role, showing her to be taking a consensual part in the sexual activity rather than being a victim. I would also note the fact that the ad features multiple men, rather than multiple women. Whereas, so many ads be they for vodka, Axe cologne, etc. show one much older man with two or more younger women. The ad also promotes a sense of androgyny and the men all look identical, making them perhaps the same as any expendable unidentifiable female model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cityfile.com/system/article_images/5718/140020.jpg?1241792473"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Is this more degrading to women than anything else in advertising currently?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-6221794651874908996?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/6221794651874908996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=6221794651874908996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6221794651874908996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6221794651874908996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/06/billboard-that-has-everyone-pissed-off.html' title='The Billboard That Has Everyone Pissed Off'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-7777988806871695945</id><published>2009-06-14T15:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:01:05.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diane Birch'/><title type='text'>Diane Birch review</title><content type='html'>Venus just posted my &lt;a href="http://www.venuszine.com/articles/music/5934/Diane_Birch"&gt;Diane Birch review,&lt;/a&gt; I wrote it in one evening a good month ago, so I'm afraid to peek at it and see how it turned out. Writing music reviews is such a clumsy process, not like reviewing theater and film where you have some sort of plot and chronological set up to analyze, music is so abstract.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-7777988806871695945?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/7777988806871695945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=7777988806871695945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7777988806871695945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7777988806871695945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/06/diane-birch-review.html' title='Diane Birch review'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-562941171197934571</id><published>2009-06-05T23:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:37:06.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Reviews</title><content type='html'>My recent reviews for Venus (I also have a Joan of Arc review in the print version this month):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="https://www.venuszine.com/articles/music/sounds/5835/Tori_Amos"&gt;Tori Amos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="https://www.venuszine.com/articles/music/sounds/5900/John_Vanderslice"&gt; John Vanderslice &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 15 I started writing music reviews for a local Minneapolis paper and my life goal was to be a music writer. However, nowadays my interests are more on the other areas of the arts and writing personal essays. I still love music, but it's not my raison d'etre the way it was when I was a high school student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-562941171197934571?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/562941171197934571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=562941171197934571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/562941171197934571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/562941171197934571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-reviews.html' title='Music Reviews'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-7397011076607081371</id><published>2009-06-05T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:52:26.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6/4/09 01:21 am&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tea Lounge after work to get writing done, but wound up just reading my copy of the new Cat Power biography instead, liked reading about her arriving in NYC at the same age as I did and going to all the same bars and venues I went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coworker coincidentally was also there (Brooklyn is a small town) and she sat by me along with some guy she was with, we made plans to celebrate the end of the semester. I was overly exhausted and not excellent social material at all. Walked hone in the pouring rain listening to the Chromatics cover of "Running Up That Hill" a song I associate with long late night summer walks through eerily quiet Brooklyn streets, I felt strangely happy and at peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-7397011076607081371?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/7397011076607081371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=7397011076607081371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7397011076607081371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7397011076607081371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/06/6409-0121-am-went-to-tea-lounge-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-5789929833496628046</id><published>2009-06-05T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:49:18.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>advice?</title><content type='html'>Two women at work told me they had some very important life advice for me, I said yeah what is it? They said: Make sure you marry rich. Just don't let the guy know you're marrying him for his money. But before you date a guy make sure you find out how much money his family has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe anyone is that old fashioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-5789929833496628046?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/5789929833496628046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=5789929833496628046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5789929833496628046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5789929833496628046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/06/advice.html' title='advice?'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-9082605753973036492</id><published>2009-06-05T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:50:01.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weirdos</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 1 pm today! Crikey! Though I ran into my coworker at the Tea Lounge while I was writing and wound up staying up until 3 am. While I was there this creepy middle aged overweight dude kept trying to talk to me and asked me if he had talked to me on the Q train earlier, and then tried to give me advice about my laptop, and scolded me to be more careful when I was setting down my beer. He was looking at bikini babes on Myspace (you do know that those aren't real people, right?). I just kept ignoring him, and when I was typing something about female ejaculation I saw him looking at my screen so I put my arms over it and said "Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;He then said "Oh fine, alright already." And moved down a seat and started talking to some young blonde French girl named Simone. Surprisingly she gave him her phone number, accepted his offer to walk her home, and left with him. I was shocked, don't they have creepy men in France? Why would someone in NYC do that? This is a big city, you can't trust strangers.&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to risk your safety as a woman the guy could at least be devastatingly handsome, and terribly charming to the point where your rational sense gets momentarily turned off, not some middle aged, grey haired shlub. If I hear of any girls named Simone that went missing in Park Slope I'll be sure and tip the authorities off about the guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-9082605753973036492?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/9082605753973036492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=9082605753973036492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/9082605753973036492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/9082605753973036492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/06/weirdos.html' title='weirdos'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-5750241033742629883</id><published>2009-06-04T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:51:43.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>our very public lives</title><content type='html'>So weird. I'm sitting in the tea lounge fixing my resume, and maybe like an hour ago I wrote a twitter about how a woman with a shaved head in the cafe had a tattoo of the world on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some guy comes and sits by me and is clicking away on his laptop. He says "Excuse me?" I ignore him, because I always ignore strange men when they try and talk to me. He says it again so I look over at him, he says "Where is the woman with the tattoo of the world on her head?" I say "What?" And then he turns his laptop around to show me the screen and shows me that he's reading my twitter.&lt;br /&gt;FREAKY!&lt;br /&gt;I said, wow, how did you find my twitter?&lt;br /&gt;He says, I searched the phrase 'tea lounge.'&lt;br /&gt;It's still weird that in the dark (the lights are all turned out in here) he could recognize me from my teeny tiny photo in which my bangs are covering half my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the price I pay for documenting my life online. People are bound to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he doesn't start following me on there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-5750241033742629883?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/5750241033742629883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=5750241033742629883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5750241033742629883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5750241033742629883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-very-public-lives.html' title='our very public lives'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-5796269938095614078</id><published>2009-06-04T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:50:50.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twitters.&lt;br /&gt;6/4/09.&lt;br /&gt;    * 00:17 I love walking alone in the rain late at night when all the shops are closed and the streets are quiet, "Running Up That Hill" on my ipod. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 00:32 whoo, Over 100 people now voluntarily read the self absorbed garbage I post here, amazing. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 01:08 now that Anne Hathaway is going to be in Shakespeare in the Park this summer, there's no way I will be able to get tickets, for shame! Lame #&lt;br /&gt;    * 01:09 I'd have to camp out with tourists and crazed Devil Wears Prada fans just for a performance that would probably involve being rained on. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 01:10 I have zero plans this summer as I was too busy to make any, I am really lame. Need some plans, Now! #&lt;br /&gt;    * 10:05 I found out three of my coworkers, through their own admissions, also have anxiety disorders, made me feel better. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 10:55 @jhustwit Sure, thanks, send away. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 10:56 I had a dream my brother moved to NYC and got into my grad program and everyone acted like he was a genius and I was a worthless moron. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 10:58 Kirkus will either pay me 97% of what they owe me within two weeks or 100% within 75 days, I'm tempted to take the 97%. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 11:10 I have a whole week of paid vacation next week..impromptu trip somewhere? #&lt;br /&gt;    * 14:26 all irritated and annoyed, falling apart. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 18:03 @TheUndomestic When I was physically attacked on the subway a man came and helped and told the man to take his hands off me. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 18:06 my new peacock feather bag's lining already ripped apart, my laptop screen has a crack in it, why am I so gifted at breaking things? #&lt;br /&gt;    * 18:06 I'm gifted at destroying relationships too, I am like Kali. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 19:48 there's this woman with a shaved head who hangs out at the tea lounge that has a map of the world tattooed on her head, walking globe, cool. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 21:02 so while I was sitting in the tea lounge some guy sitting next to me asked me where the woman with the tattoo was. I said, what? #&lt;br /&gt;    * 21:02 Turned out he had found my twitter and recognized me from it, how weird and random. #&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-5796269938095614078?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/5796269938095614078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=5796269938095614078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5796269938095614078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5796269938095614078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitters.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-7828237973358880431</id><published>2009-06-03T23:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:07:47.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender on Twitter</title><content type='html'>According to&lt;a href="http://www.businessweek.com/managing/content/jun2009/ca2009062_071263.htm?chan=careers_managing+index+page_top+stories"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt; men mostly only follow men on twitter and women are also more likely to follow any men. I honestly do not know any men that twitter. The only dudes on my Twitter are Michael Ian Black, Chuck Palahanik, Perez Hilton, and Ben Stiller.&lt;br /&gt;I think the kind of thinking that would persuade someone to twitter is probably more commonly present in women. Same with blogging and personal websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what significance analyzing gender on Twitter has anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-7828237973358880431?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/7828237973358880431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=7828237973358880431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7828237973358880431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7828237973358880431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/06/gender-on-twitter.html' title='Gender on Twitter'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-452068693984436429</id><published>2009-06-03T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:52:57.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitters</title><content type='html'>6/4/09 12:05 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * 08:02 @jhustwit I know, True Blood is so trashy and sensationalistic, but I get totally sucked it, it's quite addictive. Much better than Twilight #&lt;br /&gt;    * 08:37 @duckydoo Bon Anniversaire! #&lt;br /&gt;    * 08:48 @jhustwit Strawberry Fields? That's a type of cereal? #&lt;br /&gt;    * 08:50 I woke up an hour earlier than I needed to as today was a conversion day at work, I am so exhausted. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 14:38 @deeperbeats you wake up rather late. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 17:52 I only follow chicks on twitter but study says differently bit.ly/dplnn #&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-452068693984436429?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/452068693984436429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=452068693984436429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/452068693984436429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/452068693984436429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitters_03.html' title='Twitters'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-2632624176410199290</id><published>2009-06-02T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:54:06.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6/2/09 12:05 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * 15:34 I only woke up now, though my body has been awake since 5 am. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 15:36 Weird, this has been the month of ending relationships, definitely. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 18:00 @erikakla Ha, guess I'm not alone in my break up phase, been clashing with girls and boys alike. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 18:00 coworkers+star confetti+mini cupcakes with sprinkles=love. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 18:01 (photos of the silliness to follow. but of course.) #&lt;br /&gt;    * 18:16 je voudrais sortir. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 22:29 I bought a new lavender water resistant digital watch tonight, i must always know what time it is down to the seconds, otherwise i'm late. #&lt;br /&gt;    * 22:32 I'm watching Brothers and Sisters while I fall asleep, it's not that embarrassing considering that many women I know watch Gossip Girl. #&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-2632624176410199290?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/2632624176410199290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=2632624176410199290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2632624176410199290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2632624176410199290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/06/6209-1205-am-1534-i-only-woke-up-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-3638951873470487387</id><published>2009-05-31T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:55:10.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book store trip</title><content type='html'>Went to the bookstore and bought a ton of birthday cards (cuz I'm that kind of girl), the new Cat Power bio, and a workbook on managing Anxiety. I hope it works. The workbooks on managing Social Anxiety and Shyness seemed a bit irrelevant for my circumstance since exercises involved making yourself do things like go to parties, and I already go to parties and they don't scare me at all. Even if people from reality TV shows laugh at me at them. My anxiety seems to swim between a lot of different labels, I guess I'm not a very consistent person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-3638951873470487387?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/3638951873470487387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=3638951873470487387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3638951873470487387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3638951873470487387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-store-trip.html' title='Book store trip'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-7809716697060350148</id><published>2009-05-31T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:55:46.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anti feminist twitters are so amusing, especially when I am first waking up. I laughed so hard my belly hurt this morning when I saw one that said this:&lt;br /&gt;"Sotomayor called Obama "Sir" which was a good sign she might not be the kind of rabid feminist men's rights advocates were concerned about"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are legitimate criticisms out there towards left wingers and towards feminism as well, however most of the people out there writing about them are amusing irrational nut jobs. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea that as a feminist I am not supposed to call men "Sir", I'll make a note of that one for future reference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-7809716697060350148?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/7809716697060350148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=7809716697060350148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7809716697060350148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7809716697060350148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/05/anti-feminist-twitters-are-so-amusing.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-1956983664722976438</id><published>2009-05-07T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:36:29.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing what you started.</title><content type='html'>I turned my thesis in for approval last week. It was so close to the deadline I'm not sure if I'll get in and get my degree. It is oh so ridiculous how long it is taking me to finish this thing! Three years for a two year degree? It makes little sense when you consider the fact that I finished my English BA in two years and my journalism BA in one year. I just feel less encouraged at this age in my life Je pense. The language course I registered for to fulfill my requirement also was canceled this past winter leaving me discouraged to work on my thesis when I knew I wasn't going to graduate anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-1956983664722976438?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/1956983664722976438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=1956983664722976438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/1956983664722976438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/1956983664722976438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/05/finishing-what-you-started.html' title='Finishing what you started.'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-6944305960274322944</id><published>2009-05-07T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:33:55.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>busy</title><content type='html'>I am reviewing the new Tori Amos album as well as John Vanderslice and an album from Diane Birch (she has the right haircut to make it with the hipsters.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.venuszine.com/articles/events/5538/Fetty_Jewelry_Launches_Zodiac_Collection"&gt; Here&lt;/a&gt; is the party I covered last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No more late night parties on weeknights though! Bad idea.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-6944305960274322944?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/6944305960274322944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=6944305960274322944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6944305960274322944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6944305960274322944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy.html' title='busy'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-4354735351601856043</id><published>2009-04-29T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:50:29.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't I Hold the Door</title><content type='html'>Dear Men of New York City (and Minneapolis),&lt;br /&gt;Why do you get angry when I hold open a door for you?&lt;br /&gt;Does it somehow insult your masculinity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed for a while now that men do not like it when I hold open doors for them. I don't even think about it, it is just something that I do. If someone behind me has a very large package in their hand, I will hold the door open for them since I know it will be difficult for them to reach the knob. If someone is going out the same door I am entering I will sometimes hold the door open for them. If I am going in the same door as another person behind me I will sometimes hold the door open or give it an extra push so it won't close before they get inside. I do this automatically because I have been trained to be a polite person, and plenty of people (men usually) do this for me. Women always seem grateful and thank me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men however, seem to not like this, in fact sometimes it seems to anger them and they will refuse to go through the open door. Which is silly, because not only does it waste their time, it wastes my time. Today I tried to open a door for a man at work because he had been about to exit just as I was entering, so I pulled the door open and stepped aside to let him go first. He just stood there staring at me like I was nuts. So I motioned with my hand for him to go. He finally said, angrily, "After you." If he would have just taken my gesture of politeness it would have saved us both sixty seconds of our lives. Or another time a man behind me walking into the post office was carrying a stack of packages so high it was covering his face, he could barely move, so I went ahead and pulled open the door to hold it for him. He said "No, I will get that for you." And then really strained himself to grab the knob from me and rearrange himself so he would be holding the door open for me, and all his boxes nearly tumbled to the ground. Or sometimes I will hold a door open for a man at a restaurant and he will say "No, I should be holding that open for you!" And they will trade places with me. It seems like men over 35 in particular find this to be weird or possibly offensive to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do things like that without thinking of gender, like they just qualify as being a nice person. I don't think that solely women should have doors held open for them, because men sometimes need a hand as well. I don't understand, it's like some men think I am changing gender roles and treating them like a helpless woman. Really, just accept my door holding and exit please, it will save us both time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I think the whole "hold open a door for a woman, pull out a chair for a woman, carry bags for a woman, give up my seat on the bus to a woman" chivalrous mindset some men have is a nice gesture, but so unnecessary. I can be appreciative of it occasionally, but it can get to be a bit much. Just because I have a uterus and you don't don't mean I need to sit down while you stand, really only the elderly, pregnant, and injured need such gestures. Why can't polite gestures be for everyone, not just women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a side note, when it comes to things like giving directions to strangers, swiping strangers on to the metro line, giving change, etc. I only do those things to women, probably because it involves social interaction, if a man is asking where a street is, I will ignore him. As a rule, if I ever hear a man trying to get my attention, I walk faster, even if I hear my name being said. Holding open a door is sort of something I just do before I have time to think.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-4354735351601856043?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/4354735351601856043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=4354735351601856043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/4354735351601856043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/4354735351601856043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-cant-i-hold-door.html' title='Why Can&apos;t I Hold the Door'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-6724831990333504310</id><published>2009-04-29T09:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:42:26.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I twitter like a fiend.</title><content type='html'>I have finally caught the Twitter bug, though I've had an account for awhile now, I guess it took some friends using it as well for me to find any purpose for it within my daily life. Check it out, my life, in quickies: www.twitter.com/adrienneruth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-6724831990333504310?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/6724831990333504310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=6724831990333504310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6724831990333504310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6724831990333504310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-twitter-like-fiend.html' title='I twitter like a fiend.'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-2375803016651995232</id><published>2009-04-28T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:48:25.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Spamming</title><content type='html'>I seem to be getting these weird messages on Facebook from people who are listed as having gone to the same high school and university as me saying "Oh my god Adrienne! I can't believe I found you! I can't wait to catch up! It's been so long."&lt;br /&gt;And I obviously do not know these people. Is this a new form of spamming? If so, finding people that went to a specific high school and university seems like it wouldn't be time efficient, I don't get it. Either way, they are not getting past the velvet rope on to my friends' list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-2375803016651995232?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/2375803016651995232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=2375803016651995232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2375803016651995232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2375803016651995232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook-spamming.html' title='Facebook Spamming'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-5187418449743014170</id><published>2009-04-27T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:48:49.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Studied French grammar in LES Whole Foods. Was Planning on doing homework all night but instead went to loft party in Williamsburg with Erin, filled with Parisian artists, I got to practice&lt;br /&gt;my french despite me being drunk and not so adept. Later went dancing at place on Bedford Ave and 1st St, Ate part of an empanada from a guy selling it out of a cooler when Erin's crazy German friend insisted. Slept at Erin's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Slept at Erin's until 1:30, was kind of hung over so went home and slept until 7.&lt;br /&gt;Met coworker at Moroccan restaurant, even though I was supposed to meet D and Mel.&lt;br /&gt;Coworker gossiped about guys at works and made jokes about them.&lt;br /&gt;Ate too much food and danced with Belly dancer. Ended the dinner smoking hookah and sharing a dessert, actually felt a buzz from the hookah. Had an excuse to wear my flapper dress and feather sequined headband, I don't have enough excuses to dress up. Sat in the open air drinking red martinis. Poor Mel was waiting for me for three hours, we caught up in Dark Room and Max Fish, stupid boys kept asking about my headband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Went to Economy Candy to buy old fashioned candy for sis's birthday, the obeses shoppers and my dislike for suits dissuaded me from buying anything fun for myself. Ash called, we went to the river bank and I did my homework laying on the grass. She pointed out lots of "fit" guys playing soccer. We drank beer at Schiller's and she later cooerced me into going to a gelato place even though I wanted something with cheese. Finally went and studied more French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishments this weekend: Zero.&lt;br /&gt;Must get to work.&lt;br /&gt;I am a sucker for warm weather and social interaction.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I learn to spend more time alone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-5187418449743014170?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/5187418449743014170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=5187418449743014170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5187418449743014170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5187418449743014170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-3971252934698962262</id><published>2009-04-23T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:49:32.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MA woes.</title><content type='html'>I found some French novels and memoirs at Tea Lounge and realized I could pretty much read all of them straight through. However, I realized today that my language exam material will be using philisophical pieces, not novels or memoirs, meaning it's going to be pretty hard for me to pass it. I mean, Barthes is pretty confusing even in English, you take an essay of his on semiotics in a foreign language and I'll be luck to understand half of it. The only way I will pass is if I manage to magically become fluent in reading French by next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never going to officially graduate! Urrrgh. It's absurd because I finished all the classes required in December '07 (I took too many classes at once and finished them all in three semesters). It's so ridiculous. I told my friend D and she was like "Don't say never, I mean you know, in ten years you might have it." So lame. I wouldn't care if I had only gone one semester, but like, I did all the coursework plus three extra classes. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so stagnant in terms of life progression for like a good five years now, it's so frustrating, why can't I be more ambitious and confident?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-3971252934698962262?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/3971252934698962262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=3971252934698962262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3971252934698962262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3971252934698962262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/04/ma-woes.html' title='MA woes.'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-2063621296616333288</id><published>2009-04-22T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:51:28.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A quote from an article on Star Trek (The Next Generation)</title><content type='html'>"An important feature of our characterization of sex objectification is that the sex object's ability to attract or excite her objective sexuality is the vehicle of her dehumanization. As if it were a feature of her personality that invited her dehumanization." -Lemonchek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that today in an article on Star Trek nonetheless. That is how I have always felt when anyone hits on me--dehumanized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-2063621296616333288?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/2063621296616333288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=2063621296616333288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2063621296616333288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2063621296616333288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/04/quote-from-article-on-star-trek-next.html' title='A quote from an article on Star Trek (The Next Generation)'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-9019181326736318494</id><published>2009-04-02T23:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:33:43.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday I went to the launch party, all of the cheesy wannabe celebrities in the VIP section made me laugh, they were oh so snooty just because they happened to be on some reality TV show. That guy Christian (or whatever his name is) from Project Runway laughed at my outfit, it was like...get over yourself. After all of that I think I need some quiet nights in for a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-9019181326736318494?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/9019181326736318494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=9019181326736318494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/9019181326736318494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/9019181326736318494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-i-went-to-launch-party-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-6261131816212879990</id><published>2009-04-02T23:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:31:29.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Dolls</title><content type='html'>I'm interviewing the New York Dolls for Venus tomorrow, their new album was messengered over, it should be a good story though my list of questions keeps coming up short. Other than having them on my ipod and playing their album as a college DJ I know very little about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.citypages.com/ctg/images/New-York-Dolls-Logo-Colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-6261131816212879990?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/6261131816212879990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=6261131816212879990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6261131816212879990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6261131816212879990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-york-dolls.html' title='New York Dolls'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-8173898618387381703</id><published>2009-03-30T14:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:28:01.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watchmen</title><content type='html'>I went to see The Watchman on Friday, choosing a cinema trip, over the requisite night spent drinking in the LES. Because I read the book, I appreciated the book's close adherence to the text, I also thought they improved the ending and made it more believable, emphasizing the similarity between the work and 9/11 (though it was written well before the tragedy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on a bit too long though--the movie started at 11:50 and ended at 3:00 am, people kept getting up and leaving the theater. I nearly fell asleep but I made it until the very end. The changed ending seemed to have a great similarity to the Dark Knight flick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-8173898618387381703?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/8173898618387381703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=8173898618387381703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/8173898618387381703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/8173898618387381703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/03/watchmen.html' title='Watchmen'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-4778009140802669713</id><published>2009-03-30T14:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:28:16.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>New Writing Assignments in a Bleak Economy</title><content type='html'>I have been in a bit of hibernation in terms of my writing work, not to mention the fact that our scary economy has lead to newspapers folding and art sections being slashed down, even doing free work is a rarity for some nowadays. I guess that's what I get for doing my career planning in the nineties when journalism was a realistic career path for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a review of Here Art's The Thirst in &lt;a href="http://www.thevillager.com/villager_308/fearandloathing.html"&gt; last week's issue of The Villager&lt;/a&gt;. I also am going to a launch party tomorrow night at the new Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Annex for a new jewelry line/record release from Semi Precious Weapons, I'm writing it up for Venus Zine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-4778009140802669713?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/4778009140802669713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=4778009140802669713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/4778009140802669713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/4778009140802669713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-writing-assignements-in-bleak.html' title='New Writing Assignments in a Bleak Economy'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-2897662525065906886</id><published>2009-03-10T20:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:21:16.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='published writing.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine work'/><title type='text'>Magazine Work</title><content type='html'>I recently uploaded my pieces in Venus Zine and some of my reviews for Bust Magazine as they are not available online. You can view the following:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Venus Zine Spring 09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ueDzU9zppvwd0odEMkunZw?feat=directlink"&gt;Mary Gaitskill Interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sgOGat4UhQ3jplO6EzhSCA?feat=directlink"&gt; Vivian Girls Interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bust Magazine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JaC9iDoYqecI8NWAGsejdg?feat=directlink"&gt;June/July '08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xC9QerqncN8-mQz6VW2eqg?feat=directlink"&gt;August/September '08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nmDCWNJ6yMUnpGCFlPMYAA?feat=directlink"&gt;October/November '08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-gpqWerOhNneBM2hwoBolw?feat=directlink"&gt;February/March '09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-2897662525065906886?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/2897662525065906886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=2897662525065906886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2897662525065906886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2897662525065906886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/03/magazine-work.html' title='Magazine Work'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-7755446492234132222</id><published>2009-02-23T13:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:24:30.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Party</title><content type='html'>Sunday night C and I went to an Oscar party at the Greenhouse in Soho. We both got glammed up, putting on red lipstick and black dresses. I wore my sequined ostrich feather headband, which I really don't find enough excuses to wear. There was a two hour open bar and freebie gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we had fun, the show itself seemed a little dull, though perhaps it was the din of the overflowing room we were seated in. I found it strange that for the awards this year they opted out of video clips for best actor/actress and best supporting actor/actress instead opting for a showering of compliments from prior winners, I like the clips. Hugh Jackman also seemed like an odd choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were seated next to a middle aged woman who seemed very out of context with the rest of the youngish crowd, wearing glasses and a baggie winter coat, eating saltines out of shopping bag along with her free drinks. She then circulated the tables snatching up the left over freebies from tables that hadn't bothered to put theirs away, moving through the crowd even to just snatch up free green pens. C and I both said that perhaps we will be like that in twenty years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we dashed through the cold to the Waverly Restaurant where gobbled down burgers beneath headshots of 80's hasbeens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-7755446492234132222?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/7755446492234132222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=7755446492234132222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7755446492234132222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7755446492234132222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscar-party.html' title='Oscar Party'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-2567088719096563390</id><published>2009-02-19T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:33:19.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>New Pieces</title><content type='html'>My interviews with Mary Gaitskill and The Vivian Girls are in the newest issue of Venus Zine (with Evan Rachel Woods on the cover). I think my Gaitskill interview came out a little fluffy for my taste, but I still am psyched to see it in print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a review in the new issue of Bust as well (Amber Tamblyn is on the cover).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-2567088719096563390?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/2567088719096563390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=2567088719096563390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2567088719096563390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2567088719096563390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-pieces.html' title='New Pieces'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-2520540395564675405</id><published>2009-01-30T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:46:20.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new gig, rejection is just part of the career....</title><content type='html'>I got a new freelancing gig writing about art in Brooklyn. I was too afraid to open the letter but my friend D was like "Adrienne, you're a writer, rejection is something you're just going to have to learn to start accepting, don't be so afraid of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like people who I can be a little messy around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-2520540395564675405?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/2520540395564675405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=2520540395564675405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2520540395564675405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2520540395564675405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-gig-rejection-is-just-part-of.html' title='new gig, rejection is just part of the career....'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-5047299815440034617</id><published>2009-01-28T19:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:49:30.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low carb'/><title type='text'>low carb, not good for the mood...</title><content type='html'>For the past four years I have been on a low carb diet, and while I lost weight, I often had bouts of depression and anxiety. Now that I've been giving into the occasional whole grain carbohydrate I feel a lot happier and balanced. I'd rather be a size 9 and happy than a size 5 and depressed. it makes sense since Carbohydrates raise &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/diet/features/control-your-winter-appetite?page=2"&gt;your serotonin levels&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-5047299815440034617?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/5047299815440034617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=5047299815440034617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5047299815440034617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5047299815440034617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/low-carb-not-good-for-mood.html' title='low carb, not good for the mood...'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-7574009747418670051</id><published>2009-01-27T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:50:54.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not my problem</title><content type='html'>Today I was a bit proud of myself for not behaving the way I normally would. My favorite coffee shop was mysteriously closed this afternoon so I walked to the Connecticut Muffin next door. I sat down in the only open seat and then looked over and noticed that sitting next to me was this guy who had hit on me the week before and given me his phone number in the other coffee shop (I don't think I need to tell you that I did not call him.)He had remembered seeing me at school apparently and had talked to me for a really long time and he actually seemed like a nice, smart person so I felt bad for not calling him. It made me feel really uncomfortable to be in such close proximity to him, but then thought, why should I let some man make me feel uncomfortable or prevent me from sitting down when I need a seat? I didn't hit on him so it's not my problem. Why should a man being physically attracted to me be something to make me feel bad or make me change my seat? So I just kept sitting there and pretended I had no idea who he was and just didn't look in his direction. In the past I would have went somewhere else and gotten really self concious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-7574009747418670051?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/7574009747418670051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=7574009747418670051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7574009747418670051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7574009747418670051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-not-my-problem.html' title='This is not my problem'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-3830877503117462438</id><published>2009-01-26T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:52:20.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday...</title><content type='html'>1/26/09 05:27 pmI went to a 1920s themed birthday party in midtown on Saturday. I drank lots of wine and hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and fell asleep while waiting at the 34th street stop. Then I woke up, got on the F train, fell asleep again, and woke up at the last stop on the A train (the train turns into the A train if you don't get off and transfer.) I looked and my Zen player was gone, even though I have dozed off on the train plenty of times it's the first time someone swiped something off me. Why didn't they steal my credit cards too? Or cash? Probably the player was easier to grab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was fun. A's friend James and I hung out in the corner drinking too much and made fun of this annoying man in a black turtle neck who shouted at James and then later tried to pee in the bathroom while A was still inside saying "pretend I'm just your big brother." I told James he seems like an uptight prick who is secretly an S and M enthusiast. James said, yes he would definetely be the less dominant one, he likes girls to walk on him in high heels. I said girls? No way he likes being demeaned by big burly muscled men. Some girl from Taiwan asked us what we were laughing about and I told her, I'm laughing at that douche bag in the turtle neck. Because she is foreign she was a bit slow to catch on and made it obvious who we were laughing at. So the man walked up to me and started yelling at me demanding to know what I was saying about him, telling me I was being rude. So I just lied and told him that she wanted to know how to say clothing articles in English and I had been telling her how to say turtle neck, and that we were talking about all the men in the room, not just him. He finally just said oh...okay...and walked away, while people looked at him in disbelief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-3830877503117462438?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/3830877503117462438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=3830877503117462438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3830877503117462438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3830877503117462438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday.html' title='Saturday...'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-3437711906724521534</id><published>2009-01-26T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:57:07.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduate school'/><title type='text'>school.. when will I finally have my MA degree???</title><content type='html'>I am in a panic about school. It's complicated and dull but here's the gist of it: I finished everything for my degree this past winter, except for the language requirement. This however was only because you are required to take the course at another school and the school canceled my course section. I also registered for a course at my school and then dropped it the day before the first day of school so I could get a letter saying I was a fulltime student so I could register for the language course at a discounted rate. My school, unbeknownst to me charged me a 25% late fee for the dropped course resulting in a hefty bill I never paid off. My dad gave me a $800 check as a Christmas present to pay for school, but it's not enough. I can only either pay off the tuition bill from last semester or I can pay for the language course, not both. I am debating sprinting over to the bank and canceling the check I wrote out for the language course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could try taking out a loan, but I don't qualify since I don't have any classes left to take. I could wait until Spring and take the translation test in French but my french...n'est pas bien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend told me to drop out and go back to school in a year. But it seems so silly when I only have one no credit class left to take. I'm so annoyed..I just want my MA so I can get my pay raise and spend my cerebral power on something better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-3437711906724521534?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/3437711906724521534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=3437711906724521534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3437711906724521534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3437711906724521534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-when-will-i-finally-have-my-ma.html' title='school.. when will I finally have my MA degree???'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-7239174956259198819</id><published>2009-01-24T04:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:59:12.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bar life.</title><content type='html'>1/24/09 04:49 am - bars in new yorkI am waiting for bathroom at the Skinny bar and two men exit at once from a one room bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man #1: Hey sorry about that beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man#2: We're not gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man #2: No really. Not. Gay. At. All.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-7239174956259198819?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/7239174956259198819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=7239174956259198819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7239174956259198819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7239174956259198819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/bar-life.html' title='bar life.'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-6489174315671584367</id><published>2009-01-21T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:04:40.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You..Or Yet Another Way to Ruin a Woman's Self Esteem</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I want to start a workshop for women where I teach them to have some self esteem, especially towards men. I really can't believe the things I hear women say sometimes. If I taught junior high girls, or if I had a daughter/s (god forbid) I would want them to not let men turn them into spineless, insecure blobs. (Like those New York high school girls you always see cutting class during the day to make out with boys on the train...if that were my daughter I would say "Honey, if you're going to ruin your life could you please not do it for a boy?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my friends whose ambition and confidence by far surpass mine turn into these obsessive, insecure puppets if there's a man around, and then will call me crying for an hour just because a guy doesn't like them. I mean, I feel bad, but why does nothing else in your life warrant such a response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sort of why I really get annoyed with the book and subsequent movie titled He's Just Not That Into You. The Sex and the City episode was funny, but the book was just a how to manual on destroying a woman's self esteem and any sense of empowerment in terms of heterosexual dating.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I once knew a woman who went on an internet date with some guy and when he never called her again proceeded to call him like ten times afterwards, thinking maybe he was in a plane crash or something. In such a scenario, yes, she needed to be told that a guy wasn't into her. But other than that, humans send mixed signals all the time. Maybe I'm wrong, as my knowledge about heterosexual dating is entirely second hand, but I'm pretty sure men will send out mixed signals if they're not sure you like them. Most sane people are not going to knock you over the head with attention calling you every five seconds. If someone is into you, and you ignore them, they're going to pull back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't stand how women are taught to be so damn passive, just waiting for a man to come along like getting struck by lightening, god forbid they ever try making the first move.&lt;br /&gt;I really laugh when I read magazines like Cosmo that teach you to be completely passive in relationships and rather than saying things explicitly you ought to play games. For example, while browsing my friends issue I read the following advice:&lt;br /&gt;If you want a man to ask him to marry you, cook him asparagus and potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;If you want a man you are just friends to consider dating you should give him mexican food followed by ice cream, because the food will make him think you have a firey, passionate personality, and the ice cream will make him think of your mouth (or something like that, it's the issue with Lauren Conrad on the cover.)&lt;br /&gt;I was just like yes, heaven forbid you actually try talking to someone you're in a relationship with about the prospect of marriage, just cook him food and try sending him subliminal signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think men are the ones who need to be told to scale things back. So many men seem to have the idea that persistence is the way to get a girl to like you, and if she says no, you need to just keep trying until she caves in. It's happened to me a few times where some guy will get my number, either through a friend or because they happen to share a mutual friend and I don't want to come off as rude, and I won't answer their voicemails or texts, but they will keep calling and texting as if perhaps I was temporarily blind and deaf, or lost my cell phone for an entire month. I want to say, hello, get the message, I don't like you. If there are women out there who happen to have the guts to be a little forward now and then, (I mean, within the boundaries of being reasonable) then I say good for them. They don't need a book and movie telling them men don't like them after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_6/hes_just_not_that_into_you.jpg"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might see the movie though, just because I happen to like Drew Barrymore, Jennifer Connelly, Jennifer Aniston, Scarlett Johansson, Ginnifer Goodwin, and Justin Long. But honestly, seeing Barrymore blubbering in the previews about getting rejected wasn't a pretty picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-6489174315671584367?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/6489174315671584367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=6489174315671584367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6489174315671584367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6489174315671584367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/hes-just-not-that-into-youor-yet.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You..Or Yet Another Way to Ruin a Woman&apos;s Self Esteem'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-2076670910943793353</id><published>2009-01-20T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:00:51.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wrestler and Miss D.</title><content type='html'>1/20/09 09:46 pmI saw the Wrestler on Monday, it was good, but not as good as all the hype. I sat in the third row, which was too close to screen, so I sort of felt all the blood and punches and body slams and it made me squirm. Marisa Tomei was fantastic in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, in terms of movies of the year, I think Rachel Getting Married and Revolutionary Road were by far the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I called D and we talked on the phone for three hours, three. I can't remember talking to anyone on the phone that much ever. We had hung out all night the night before too, I like it when I meet people who can actually carry a conversation. She said she likes talking to me because I'm the only person she knows who has sensible advice about men.&lt;br /&gt;She said "It's like everyone else says 'oh it's okay he has a girlfriend he might leave her and it will turn into something serious.' but you you're like 'no, he's a douchebag, stop talking to him.'" She's been my friend since my first year of grad school. Talking to her is like group therapy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-2076670910943793353?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/2076670910943793353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=2076670910943793353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2076670910943793353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2076670910943793353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/wrestler-and-miss-d.html' title='The Wrestler and Miss D.'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-5077985947417155128</id><published>2009-01-19T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:02:26.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>wisdom in a drought</title><content type='html'>I think for once I actually heard a friend of mine say something wise and intelligent about sex and dating (not that they aren't intelligent or wise). Or rather, I should say, for once I heard a New York woman say something wise and intelligent about dating and sex, it seems like everything I hear just sounds depressing and self damaging. I saw my friend d. last night and talked to her on the phone yesterday for a good half hour. She says everyone keeps goading her that she is going to "meet the one" and "fall in love" and get married. She told me that one of her friends was telling her this, telling her that very soon she will meet the one and fall in love because it happens to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;So she said to them, I don't think every person falls in love, not everyone is meant to be in a long term relationship. I really don't think it's going to happen for me. I've been single all of my adult life, other than a silly three month relationship when I was 20. She said, I'm okay with being alone and not planning on that ever happening, and other people should just accept that. She also feels that she has sex with people too soon and often with people who are bad for her, so she is going to go for three months without sex, that's her new year's resolution.&lt;br /&gt;She said "I don't know, do you think I can do it?"&lt;br /&gt;I said, I think you've gone much longer without having sex before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-5077985947417155128?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/5077985947417155128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=5077985947417155128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5077985947417155128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5077985947417155128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/wisdom-in-drought.html' title='wisdom in a drought'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-7087851409303465371</id><published>2009-01-17T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:09:02.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Centering Myself</title><content type='html'>On Mondays I am going to start going to meditation with my friend M, I really want to center myself and let go of my hangups. Maybe this will help. Though sometimes being in those states can be scary, at the end of college, I took a body therapies class where you release your inner energy and I started to get teary eyed while sitting there and my whole body wanted to cry and I had to really hold back to not start sobbing in class, which was weird because I haven't cried once since high school. I really never cry or get terribly upset and I don't like that to suddenly change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered my place of employment has a free gym, I made plans with two girls I work with for us to work out together every Wednesday. I always feel more happy when I physically exert myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-7087851409303465371?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/7087851409303465371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=7087851409303465371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7087851409303465371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7087851409303465371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/centering-myself.html' title='Centering Myself'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-7161591379331634082</id><published>2009-01-16T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:10:37.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday. old friends made new.</title><content type='html'>I had drinks and dinner with my friend S last night whom I had not spoken to in awhile. I actually got back in touch with her when I did some sort of emailing blizzard to every person I was out of touch with that I wanted to get back in touch with. It's kind of sad how people drift in and out of your life so quickly in NYC. I totally forgot why it was we became friends in the first place: she has an anxiety disorder quite similar to mine and doesn't date men despite the insistence of her family.&lt;br /&gt;She told me about how this guy she had a weird friendship with emailed her and how she had a panic attack over it, or how sometimes she avoids phone calls and it was like, ah yes, there are other people like me out there in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite going to bed Wednesday night at like 5:00am, I managed to get up and make an 11:00am interview. I was however tired and dehydrated but the interviewee said I had a lot of impressive experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-7161591379331634082?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/7161591379331634082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=7161591379331634082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7161591379331634082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7161591379331634082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-old-friends-made-new.html' title='thursday. old friends made new.'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-5521779251109357523</id><published>2009-01-13T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:11:49.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I did my writing at the Tea Lounge where they had movie night, the movie turned out to be Terminator 3, and since I went to bed as soon as I got home I had a terrible nightmare that the world was quickly dissolving and I had to drive to the few parts of the earth that were still intact. Which is weird, because I saw all kinds of scary movies when I was a kid and never had nightmares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-5521779251109357523?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/5521779251109357523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=5521779251109357523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5521779251109357523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5521779251109357523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-night-i-did-my-writing-at-tea.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-5532566914265345034</id><published>2009-01-13T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:13:15.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipes!</title><content type='html'>At work a guy was talking to me about an Irish bar in the LES we both frequent, he told me they had the most amazing food, and then he asked if I'd eaten there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, just a salad.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Wait, are you like vegan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Oh thank god.&lt;br /&gt;Boy sitting next to him: Yeah, it's already bad enough you're a leftie liberal and a feminist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-5532566914265345034?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/5532566914265345034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=5532566914265345034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5532566914265345034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5532566914265345034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/yipes.html' title='Yipes!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-1257183335608137770</id><published>2009-01-12T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:14:24.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the problem with having lots of friends is....</title><content type='html'>I have realized...maintaining friendships takes a lot of work. (Especially in New York.) Sometimes it's quite exhausting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-1257183335608137770?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/1257183335608137770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=1257183335608137770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/1257183335608137770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/1257183335608137770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/problem-with-having-lots-of-friends-is.html' title='the problem with having lots of friends is....'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-8678259764910919657</id><published>2009-01-07T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:54:33.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>neediness</title><content type='html'>At work yesterday the guys were talking about the lack of communication in relationships and girls being overly needy and emotional, I tried to argue that I knew men who could be needy and/or the one screwed over in relationships. This ended with one guy saying that Americans have shitty relationships because they lack communication skills and the other saying that women are far too needy in general in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys walked over to me and said "Yeah Adrienne, stop being so needy," and patted me on the head.&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and said, "Do I really seem overly needy?" And raised my eyebrow at him.&lt;br /&gt;He stopped and said "Actually...well..I don't know because you're not in a relationship, or maybe you're in a secret relationship we don't know about. But you seem like you would maybe need to be needy but you wouldn't ever let yourself be. Like you would very closed off and cold and never talk about anything because you wouldn't want to be vulnerable. Like you might be very hurt or angry, but you wouldn't show it, you would just bottle it all up and disappear for long periods of time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Alright, that sounds much better to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that was semi-accurate for someone who doesn't know me personally, I would hate to think that I come off as an emotionally needy person. Really, D is the only person I show my neurotic, insecure side to. But she's shown me the same ten fold, we're like in our own group therapy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-8678259764910919657?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/8678259764910919657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=8678259764910919657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/8678259764910919657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/8678259764910919657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2009/01/neediness.html' title='neediness'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-1708097089274260215</id><published>2008-12-17T02:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:36:40.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't do romantic comedies</title><content type='html'>I read a blog this afternoon that had reposted a BBC online article stating that watching romantic comedies leads to failed relationships as viewers will develop false notions about sex and love. The blogger reposting it offered the conclusion that romantic comedies are to women what porn is to men, which made me realize that when it comes time for me to plunk down my hard earned cash at the cineplex, it's pretty much never on the romantic comedy fare. The last three movies I saw have been Zack and Miri Make a Porno, Happy Go Lucky, and Role Models. None of them were chick flick rom com stuff. Rather, when it comes to comedies I tend to favor the more frat boy variety, the stuff marketed to men primarily. Crude jokes about sexuality I suppose are just more appealing to me than a comedy centering on a woman who is always a bridesmaid and never a bride (27 Dresses, awful movie.)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe also it is the fact that unlike many other women in my age range, I do not have aspirations of finding a husband or falling in love. Perhaps to me sex is just all a big joke, and not the stuff of sentimentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-frat-pack.com/images/news/mentor.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I totally stood in line opening weekend for the Sex and the City movie.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Role Models and Zach and Miri are extremely funny, if you're in a noncerebral mood they're good fun.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-1708097089274260215?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/1708097089274260215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=1708097089274260215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/1708097089274260215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/1708097089274260215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-do-romantic-comedies.html' title='I don&apos;t do romantic comedies'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-4428134591352079007</id><published>2008-12-16T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:02:26.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a charming coincidence</title><content type='html'>yesterday while on the F train going to Broadway Lafayette I was sitting and listening to a Tegan and Sara song on my ipod. Then at Delancey I noticed a girl get on the train and stand in front of me, she had some plastic thing in the outer part of her ear so I did a double take, wondering if she was deaf. Then I looked at the girl's face and realized that it was Sara/Tegan standing in front of me (I can't tell them apart, but I think it was Sara.) I stared at her, she stared back so I just smiled and resisted the urge to ask her if she was in town for a show.&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the weird things about New York, there really is a chance the person you're playing on your ipod will magically materialize. I think if it had been Cat Power that had magically appeared I would have let out an audible yelp of surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-4428134591352079007?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/4428134591352079007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=4428134591352079007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/4428134591352079007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/4428134591352079007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2008/12/charming-coincidence.html' title='a charming coincidence'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-7438050873992152573</id><published>2008-12-09T01:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:18:54.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gaitskill interview</title><content type='html'>This Thursday I am going to be interviewing Mary Gaitskill at her home in Red Hook. Because mail seems to mysteriously vanish before it gets to my hands (my Juliana Hatfield Cd and book also never made it to my door) I have not yet gotten her new collection of short stories so I am fretting that it might not get to me in time. I'm nervous, because not only is Gaitskill one of my favorite writers, she is also the subject of my MA thesis (which I finally finished last week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking today as I walked through cold, austere Prospect Park that perhaps what made me connect so much to her work during my late teens--early twenties is the fact that she has always written on the darkness and trauma that seems to be inherent in sexuality, something that I was always aware of growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-7438050873992152573?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/7438050873992152573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=7438050873992152573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7438050873992152573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/7438050873992152573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2008/12/gaitskill-interview.html' title='gaitskill interview'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-414754622889542383</id><published>2008-11-11T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:39:58.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aimee Bender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Albar'/><title type='text'>Alba in adaptation of Bender novel</title><content type='html'>I discovered a few weeks ago--via both IMDB and Perez Hilton--that my favorite author Aimee Bender (I am writing my master's thesis on one of her books) has adapted her book &lt;i&gt;An Invisible Sign of My Own&lt;/i&gt; into a screenplay that is now filming. Cast in the lead role is....Jessica Alba! While Ms. Alba is always worthy eye candy in action flicks I can't help but suggest that perhaps Zooey Deschanel, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Natalie Portman etc. might have all been far better options. Still, I hope the flick is as good as the novel, even with Alba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-414754622889542383?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/414754622889542383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=414754622889542383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/414754622889542383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/414754622889542383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2008/11/alba-in-adaptation-of-bender-novel.html' title='Alba in adaptation of Bender novel'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-5656419413312863483</id><published>2008-11-05T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:53:16.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><title type='text'>Thank god for Obama</title><content type='html'>I had been nervous all of October about the election, hoping and praying that Obama would win. But other than adorning my sweaters and belongings with pins and stickers I found little else I could feasibly do. I was relieved and overjoyed with the word came that Obama was the projected winner. I stayed up until the wee hours of the night hopping from Brooklyn bar to the next, watching the tally of electoral votes and finally being rewarded with Obama's victory speech and McCain's eloquent concession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman in the bar bought everyone champagne and the bartender gave us a round on the house as we cheered along with other patrons whose eyes were also glued to the screen. A parade of children marched in the street banging drums and screaming Obama until adults joined in. All night the streets were lit up with cheering and fire crackers snapping, and it was incredible to see so many people so happy over his win. As I have been a registered DFL voter since senior year of high school this has been the first time my presidential pick has one, utter joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.thestate.com/bradwarthensblog/images/2008/01/26/obama_victory.jpg"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-5656419413312863483?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/5656419413312863483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=5656419413312863483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5656419413312863483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5656419413312863483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-god-for-obama.html' title='Thank god for Obama'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-2028521486768592185</id><published>2008-09-25T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:53:58.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel getting married'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anne hathaway'/><title type='text'>Rachel Getting Married</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was fortunate enough to get press spots to Rachel Getting Married, Jonathan Demme's new film starring Anne Hathaway. I've been dying to see it for ages, especially since this summer offered up little else to me cinematically than pure chick flick fluff (Sex and the City) and lots of over the top frat boy esque comedies (Pineapple Express, Tropic Thunder). But nowhere this summer did I find means to satisfy my indie drama craving, hence my anticipation for Rachel Getting Married. The film was shot primarily with loosely staged scenes, so there's a strong sense of naturalism in the cast's interactions. Hathaway was wonderfully intense as Kym, with somehow not being over the top. I think she really has a larger range as an actress than she's shown thus far (albeit her supporting role in Broke Back Mountain.) I identified a lot with Kym as the recovering addict who just can't pull it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://z.about.com/d/worldfilm/1/7/R/B/1/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt teary eyed and affected by the film and wandered around the artificial austereness of the east side of midtown while listening to Ipod letting everything wash over me. It's been awhile since a film has had the strength to affect me personally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-2028521486768592185?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/2028521486768592185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=2028521486768592185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2028521486768592185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2028521486768592185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2008/09/rachel-getting-married.html' title='Rachel Getting Married'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-3563469666187482505</id><published>2008-09-23T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:04:38.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's still three weeks before National Coming Out Day</title><content type='html'>Today Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson came out of the closet, as did Clay Aiken. Strange it all happened on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to them, even as obvious as it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-3563469666187482505?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/3563469666187482505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=3563469666187482505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3563469666187482505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3563469666187482505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-still-three-weeks-before-national.html' title='It&apos;s still three weeks before National Coming Out Day'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-5547856299684389172</id><published>2008-08-19T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:20:00.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shirataki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tofu noodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tofu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Yummy</title><content type='html'>I am so in love with Shirataki tofu noodles, they are all I seem to eat--if I eat at home--nowadays. I bought six bags last night, and a bag of seaweed noodles. I can't eat pasta, but I can eat these, one serving is only 20 calories, and if you eat the whole bag, it's only 40 calories. My friend's exboyfriend says they smell like fish, but if you nuke them they taste and smell just like normal noodles (and you don't have to boil&lt;br /&gt;them as they are already soft.) I ate them for breakfast today smothered in garlic and tomato sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shiratakinoodles.net/shirataki.jpg"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-5547856299684389172?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/5547856299684389172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=5547856299684389172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5547856299684389172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/5547856299684389172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2008/08/yummy.html' title='Yummy'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-6150222737850667546</id><published>2008-06-04T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:02:58.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high heels'/><title type='text'>The trouble with shoes</title><content type='html'>I have an interview tomorrow so I bought these wedge heel shoes that are grey and purple with polka dot bows, because I realized I already destroyed the other pair of girl shoes that I bought. I am not a girly shoe person. I like boots with an atheletic heel, so if need be I can run from an attacker or perhaps on to a soon to depart subway train or kick open the back doors of buses. New York City is a tough place, you cannot make it on wobbly Manolos. Heels hurt my feet and prevent me from speed walking, why wear them? I bought my first pair of high heels last month and took them off my feet within an hour because they hurt so much. How do you ladies do it? I'm not very good at being a girl. Plus my feet are 10/11, not girly girl Cinderella sized, rather monster sized, but they let me run fast and kick hard so I don't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alternative-footwear.co.uk/shoes/shoes_files/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-6150222737850667546?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/6150222737850667546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=6150222737850667546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6150222737850667546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/6150222737850667546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2008/06/trouble-with-shoes.html' title='The trouble with shoes'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-2116544508583112150</id><published>2008-06-02T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:18:04.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new kids on the block'/><title type='text'>New Kids on the Block and Embarassing Celebrity Crushes</title><content type='html'>So my friend Paul asked me to go see the New Kids On the Block reunion show at Madison Square Garden. I actually was saddened to admit that I never liked them the first time around, I mean even at the age of seven I knew what sucky manufactured music was and knew somehow that liking it was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretly though, I envy my friends who liked them, who still have NKOTB merchandise shoved in the back of some closet somewhere, who went to concerts with all their best girl friends and had crushes on the "band"'s members. I don't have any embarassing celebrity crushes, or any embarassing CDs in my collection. I feel gypped in a way, like there isn't any nostalgia for me. Once an Irish friend of mine was having drinks with me in a seedy bar and she said "Okay, most embarassing celebrity crushes." So I told her everyone going back to age seven. And she said "None of those are at all embarassing, there must be something worse." But there's not. I used to like Garbage and Shirley Manson, is that embarrassing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-2116544508583112150?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/2116544508583112150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=2116544508583112150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2116544508583112150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/2116544508583112150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-kids-on-block-and-embarassing.html' title='New Kids on the Block and Embarassing Celebrity Crushes'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-8743447053797438900</id><published>2008-06-01T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:40:25.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will confess: I got teary eyed at the Sex and The City Movie.</title><content type='html'>So I saw the Sex and the City movie on Saturday, something I have already been unduly criticized for, especially from my friends of the male gender. I bought four tickets for my friends and I a full week in advance and then my (dear) pal Sarah and I stood in line for an hour to make sure we got good seats front and center, and then fought off anyone who attempted to take the seats we saved for my other pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, the movie's plot is meandering and messy, and full of little small half hour television show sized problems that vanish in twenty minutes. And Jennifer Hudson is a bit annoying, but her role wasn't that great to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will admit I got teary eyed at the end of the flick. As did Sarah. As did many girls in the audience, including some who were full on crying. Despite its materialism, and it's cheesiness, it struck a chord in me. I am a girl who shipped off to New York City in my twenties, who has never had a boyfriend, and who has a large group of girlfriends who all kvetch about men. I can identify, I lack Carrie's shoes and income, but it still relates to my life in the end. There was just so much love between best friends in that movie's audience, it was a powerful feeling, all these girls joined together and bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wstTDai4HKA/RvccLORqT8I/AAAAAAAABzQ/uGywsxsbV4M/s400/Sex+And+The+City+Movie+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still contend that the show (and film) are feminist, not a terribly intellectual feminism but feminist nonetheless. I was particularly pleased with Samantha's statement that she's tired of her life being centered around a man. Miranda, Samantha, and Carrie all encounter pitfalls with the men in their lives but everything is okay in the end because they have each other.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the episode where Charlotte says "How about the men will be just for fun, and we'll be each other's soul mates?"&lt;br /&gt;How can you not love a show with that kind of message?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-8743447053797438900?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/8743447053797438900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=8743447053797438900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/8743447053797438900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/8743447053797438900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-will-confess-i-got-teary-eyed-at-sex.html' title='I will confess: I got teary eyed at the Sex and The City Movie.'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wstTDai4HKA/RvccLORqT8I/AAAAAAAABzQ/uGywsxsbV4M/s72-c/Sex+And+The+City+Movie+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-267379245109997756</id><published>2008-05-12T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:57:33.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The newest  band in my Ipod, The Long Blondes</title><content type='html'>One of my closest Brooklynite friends is in the process of convincing her long lost true love from high school to relocate to New York from their remote Massachusetts home. In an effort to do so, she has been plotting an extensive parlay into the cultural offerings of the city and asking me--the girl who can never spend a night in--to aid in the planning.&lt;br /&gt;One problem is how little her and I actually pay to see live music, which was suprising to me considering how live music was a weekly aspect of my schedule as an undergrad (but I worked at the college radio station and got more than my fair share of guest list spots.) But really, the only time I go to see bands is when in conjunction with one those infamous dance parties (Mondo, TisWas, Rated X) or at many of the fabulous outdoor concerts New York offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a band I have been really getting into lately are &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thelongblondes"&gt; The Long Blondes&lt;/a&gt;, sort of spacey, sort of dancey, kind of like Blonde Redhead with a new wave beat. They're coming to Greenpoint's Studio B on the 15th. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far we have that and the Slipper Room for burlesque on the agenda, with a possible trip down to Love on MacDougal, which is where I once spent one of the best Valentine's Days of my life, dancing all night with fabulous gay men dressed as cupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHJbFUIrg0g/Rm8Z0PWeW5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/3zSGmxQTDWk/s320/long+blondes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-267379245109997756?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/267379245109997756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=267379245109997756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/267379245109997756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/267379245109997756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2008/05/newest-band-in-my-ipod-long-blondes.html' title='The newest  band in my Ipod, The Long Blondes'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHJbFUIrg0g/Rm8Z0PWeW5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/3zSGmxQTDWk/s72-c/long+blondes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774984036932949063.post-3242575094296248157</id><published>2008-05-12T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:41:26.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a new start</title><content type='html'>This blog is an attempt at public blogging. For six and a half years I have mainted an overtly intimate private blog at www.livejournal.com/shescreamed, which tracked my path from an academically ambitious high school senior to a listless graduate student in new york city. The only problem is when potential employers and coworkers ask me if I blog I have to either lie and say no, tell them yes and then neglect to give the address, or give them the address and hope to god I haven't written anything embarassing in the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my habit of utter honesty in that blog has burned a couple of bridges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774984036932949063-3242575094296248157?l=adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/feeds/3242575094296248157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774984036932949063&amp;postID=3242575094296248157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3242575094296248157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774984036932949063/posts/default/3242575094296248157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneurbanski.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-statrt.html' title='a new start'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12350492684368181554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDlDna9lZFQ/SqWHNTOnAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LR-RSj2JZGA/S220/5734_222323030530_684025530_8076492_6452440_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
