My upcoming birthday has led me to wax nostalgic on all the birthdays that have passed. There are so many of them (25!) and most have gone by historically as nothing days.

Most, not all.

On my seventh birthday, the Berlin Wall fell:

You Can Run...

Yesterday I went to this really awesome salon, Alice Hair, on 2nd and 70th. My stylist color corrected my hair perfectly, they use Bumble and Bumble products (my favorite), and they gave me wine. A trifecta of happiness, truly. While there a couple amusing things happened:

First, a very large woman walked in, blackberry in one hand, suitcase in the other and immediately started chatting about her weekend (her weekend that she spent working 20 hours!) and how she needed to get lipo. This lead to discussions about Care Bears and their tummys. Hilar.

Second, all the stylists are from Ireland and trash talk one another vs. oohing and aahing over the fabulousness of their customers. This delighted me to no end - I hate fake fawning. I love fake trash talk.

The funniest part of my story however is not that the large queen of plastic surgery or the Care Bear Stare. The funniest part of my night was when Hazel, my stylist, brought me my second glass of white and said, "Here you go, Kirsten."

...and I thought that my days of being mistaken for Kirsten Rat-Teeth Dunst were over. Woe is me. Ah well, at least my hair looks kick ass. Seriously.

Kick. Ass.

Turning Japanese? (I wish.)

This Friday I will officially be a quarter of a century old (25 years of age for all of you slow coaches out there). This monumentally frightening birthday has prompted me to scrutinize my appearance in a way I never knew possible every time I pass a reflective surface. Yesterday afternoon, after a particularly exhausting day of work, I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the elevator doors and gasped at what I saw.

Good lord, I looked positively haggard! ...and was that the start of a wrinkle near my eye?

This freak out prompted me to take a trip to the drugstore last night and practically buy its entire stock of anti-aging creams. I shit you not.

I have eye creams (plural).
I have day time cream.
I have night time cream.

You'd think this would be enough but nope. Later on this evening I will be heading to Sephora to pick up an A-List anti-aging arsenal.... because really, it's got to be better if it costs an arm and a leg right?

It's been confirmed - I officially suck at maintaining a blog. I'm working on getting better, I swear.

...another girl in my office just heard the Dropkick Murphy's version of "Tessie" coming from my office. She popped her head in and asked me, "What are you listening to? Is that Meatloaf?"

SERIOUSLY? Does this:



Sound anything like this:




...I miss Boston..

2007: The Year of Lindsay - 3/4 of the Way Done

So, last year I had a look back at 2006 once it was 3/4 of the way through. I'm doing this again, except 2007 is the year of Lindsay and I want to see how true I've stayed to that.

(+) Fell in love with a great guy who saw my darkest, most horrible days and still wanted me.
(+) Branched out friend-wise in Boston and really established a solid network of girlfriends for the first time in my post-academic life.
(+) Got a new job at a start-up.
(+) Was the Maid of Honor in Kristina's wedding.
(+) Was asked to be the Maid of Honor in another friend's wedding.

(+/-) Moved to NYC.

(-) Lost more friends to different coasts and continents.
(-) Realized how much I would miss Boston only after I left.
(-) Finding out that random roommates are not always the best idea and having to live with that for the next 6 months at least.
(-) Hearing that one of my only girlfriends in NYC is leaving in a year.
(-) Not getting into the grad school I wanted to on the first try.

2007 is pretty neck-and-neck so far... the rest of the year has the potential to be amazing or horrific. Stay tuned.

Who needs a big purple dinosaur when kids have Hip Hop Harry? Your new urban friend who teaches you about friendship, emotions, and... how important it is to drink water? Seriously?






Seriously.

PowerPoint and Daydreaming of Mac

I truly believe this to be true.

Currently I am creating pie chart after graph after pie chart in PowerPoint and I want to either cry or claw my own eyes out (I expect that the latter would result in the former, assuming that its possible with so much damage to my tear ducts - anyways).

Instead of doing either of the above, I'm chosing instead to initiate Option 3: Procrastination By Way of Blog.

Specifically, I am reading a ton of blogs on wired.com -- my favorites being Underwire (pop culure), Listening Post (music blog), and finally Cult of Mac (self explanatory).

So anyways, I'm reading through Cult of Mac, learning all about how the WWDC and how pissed off developers are at Mr. Jobs for not releasing an SDK and all I can think is, how awesome would it be to work at Apple in Product Marketing?

The answer? Super awesome.

I'm sure it's TONS of work and that it's long hours and blah blah blah, but whatever.

It's Apple.

Instead of working on boring software (no offense, tech company with great benefits and yadda yadda but your software is just not as sexy as Apple's hardware... or it's software for that matter) I could work on things like the iPhone, Safari beta for Windows, or the holy grail of products, the iPod.

Good thing for my current job working at Apple would require a move to the Silicon Valley - something that I'm just not down for right now. I like seasons. And I like being on the same coast as the majority of my friends and Boyfriend.

Maybe in a few years Apple and I will have a conversation. In the meantime, it's all dull software, all the time.

...back to the PowerPoint.

Cubicle Wars

So, whenever someone in my work group of friends is out of town on fun or business my Young Professional Colleagues and I routinely invade their cubicles, leaving random presents hanging up.

Examples of our cubicle wars include:

• Filling every drawer and cabinet with 50lbs of orange shredded paper
• Leaving a wrapped present from a store called Hubba Hubba.
• Hanging up a random poster that takes up the entire wall.
  
• Leaving a cheap talking frame permanently attached to a cube wall with a non-work appropriate recorded message.
• Hanging up a subway ad for drug addiction on the outer wall of the cubicle
  

Now, these, whilst funny, are no where near as great as the pranks we could be playing on one another. So, blog readers, I implore of you - what's a good prank to pull on someone's cube?

£400,000 Worth of Seizures

Apparently, the new logo for the 2012 Olympics in London is causing seizures when animated.

From The Daily Mail Online:
"As animated footage promoting the London 2012 Olympics is removed from its official website amid claims that it could trigger epileptic seizures, Sportsmail readers are giving the official 2012 logo the big thumbs-down.

Allegations have been made by the BBC that footage involving a diver plunging into a pool has already caused seizures.

The footage controversy follows widespread ridicule surrounding the 2012 logo. The bold, jagged £400,000 brand, which is a modern take on the Olympic colours, took a year to research, including consumer testing.

Organisers have hailed it as dynamic and vibrant, but other people have said it resembles a "toileting monkey" or a "broken swastika"."

A year of research and this is what they came up with? What sort of research did they do? Focus groups that consisted of 5-year olds and aging nazis?

FOR SHAME, LONDON, FOR SHAME.

Don't Neglect to Notice the Convenient "Give Online" Button

The day I graduated from Boston University, the Telefund office called me for an Alumni donation.

As in, I was in line to receive my diploma from Professor Berkovitz and my mobile was ringing off the hook with a summer work study student asking for my money, you know, now that I was an alumni and all. I politely told Little Miss No Tact that I was, in fact, not an alumni because I was still waiting in line to receive my diploma and that even if I had, you know, walked across the stage already I was still not going to give her any cash - my donations would be starting in 6 months in the form of massive student loans, checks payable to Boston University thankyouverymuch.

Of course, this hasn't stopped them from trying. Just today I recieved the below charming gem from a recent COM grad who seems to have taken a note out of the SMG book and sold his soul for a little cash.

From: "Boston University"
To: "Boston University Alumni"
Subject: A Message from a BU Student
Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2007 14:31:15 -0400 (EDT)


Excitement. Discoveries. Opportunities. My four years at Boston University were filled with these and much more. At BU, I grew from a shaky adolescent, unsure of what I wanted, into an informed adult ready to take on the world.

Many of the technological improvements, extracurricular activities, and educational opportunities that enriched my BU experience were made possible by contributions from generous alumni. Because of this, I decided to make my first contribution to BU, through the Class of 2007 Gift Program. Combined with the gifts of my classmates, my seemingly small donation will do much to improve my school. I see it as the start of me giving back to the place that has given me so much.

As a student supervisor in the Telefund office, I've called thousands of alumni and understand the various reasons people have for not giving, but I've also seen firsthand how current students have benefited from alumni support. I am writing to you now no longer as a student, but as a new member of the alumni community, and I want to encourage you to join me in giving back to BU. Even a small gift can go a long way.

Thank you for your support,





Brian Anthony Pitre
COM’ 07

Boston University Annual Giving| Boston, MA

www.bu.edu/annualfund