July 1st, 2015 @ 4:12 pm

FFFUUUUU GOOGLE, I DID IT MYSELF!!!1

so two years ago, i posted about this seemingly lost WPIX indiana jones promo (please go read the post, so that i don’t have to write about it again, lol #lazyblogger). i was stumping google so hard, but i found a few people also inquiring about it… so i wrote to them about it as well. nothing ever turned up, so i emailed WPIX directly last november as a last resort.

it’s almost as if it didn’t exist… UNTIL TODAY.

i got an email in my inbox from one of their reps earlier that lead me straight to it!

sooooooooooo, if for some reason you too were looking for the WPIX “Raiders of the Lost Ark” movie promo…  here ya go (a blurb from my email is even in there)!!!1

other sources:
WPIX archives fb
WPIX archives fb post

P.S. sorry i haven’t posted in like, 5 months… i post randomly @ jaejess.com, so check there if you’d like to read my thoughts, and i’m lacking here.

October 13th, 2014 @ 4:01 pm

(lmao… i look like a squished barbie in the panoramic picture that rob took.)

last year, one of my instagrammy friends had gone to visit the old TWA flight center at JFK (it’s not been a functioning terminal since 2001).  i had missed it, and set a goal to go this year.  there were talks of it become a hotel, but i don’t know how true it is.  either way, i didn’t want to chance it.  if in case this was the last year, i wanted in on it.

i’ve always been super into architecture and modernism when it comes to decor style, so this was right where i wanted to be.  i wish i could see it fully restored, but i’m glad i got to experience it either way.  the ground floor lounges/bars were amazing and reminded me so much of Kubrick’s visual style.  i wanted to move my life into there and never leave.

i went with rob (yes, he has again reappeared in my life since our fight in late may).  something keeps drawing us back to each other, i’m guessing this time around it’s friendship (i didn’t want to romanticize it).  it’s very weird timing, because i kept recently having random dreams of him and even feeling like i was going to run into him or something.  last friday, i had a dream about him, and that very morning he emailed me.  soooo weird.

anyways, we had a nice day…  we did the TWA tour, and then went to smorgasburg before watching the ranger game at night.

i forgot what it’s like to just have fun with him, since i got so immersed in the bullshit when we were “dating“.

being just friends could possibly work… 🙂

June 12th, 2014 @ 12:35 pm

at one point in our 20’s, sophie and i used to go to holiday cocktail lounge every (or at least every other) friday, so we became regulars there.  we got friendly with the bartenders, and sat up at the bar vs. hogging a table for ourselves in the back booth-filled area.  one night, we were sitting at the bar and some guy that looked suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper familiar to me came bouncing in.  i had mentioned to sophie that i thought i knew who he was, but i figured the odds were pretty slim.  i was thinking he was famous/well known here in NYC, so i didn’t want to bother him.  i figured no one else in the bar knew who he was, because no one else was gravitating towards him aside from the people he showed up with.

at one point, he came up to me and complimented my hair and nails.  he grabbed my hand and inspected them.  we were joking around and having random convos and i had mentioned that i really wanted to buy a flask.  home dude went upstairs (apparently he lived in the building), and returned with a flask for me! 🙂

i didn’t keep it because it was all sorts of fug, but i do love the story.  he didn’t stay very long after he brought the flask down for me, and the only other person who knew who he was the bartender, lou.  lou only knew who he was because he lived upstairs, and he got to know him via the bar.

aside from being an inspiration via the fashion world, i’ve always loved the fact that he was one of those club kids.  i was a teenage raver that hung out over by the cube/astor place, so that always hits home for me.

i started a new category (NYC gems) for things that have fortunately happened to me over the years, just because i was here in this city.  i love how weird/small-world NYC is (sometimes), and i seem to have stumbled upon some really cool/weird situations over the years.

man, i love being a native new yorker.

December 31st, 2013 @ 11:01 am

while i was on my way to work this morning, i was walking up 35th ave and thinking to myself as the tourists passed by in clusters, about how fucking cold it is outside.  i also thought about all of the people that are going to stand around times square all night for new years eve.  my practical brain/bladder/legs are all… NOPE.  i would never do that, ever.  i’m sure it’s a great experience, it’s just not one that i’d ever do.

PS: the streets and subway look like exodus afterwards, FUCK ALL DAT NOISE.

i have however been IN times square for new years eve, just by means of the MTV building.

my first long term boyfriend, randolph, worked via the help desk for viacom for a few years back in the day.  back in the days of jesse camp and TRL (yes we’ve been on it).  i used to hang out with him at the office often, which looking back now, seems a little strange.  i can’t imagine someone being at my office hanging out right now, lol.  i wonder how that was even allowed, but i was good friends with many of his co-workers, and we had a blast there, always.

one year, we did new years eve in the office.  i think someone had to be there anyway, so we were like okay, we’ll do it!  the office was indeed on the side with the ball, so we got to see it drop up close and personal.  i think we had a few of his co-workers with us, i’m a little fuzzy on many details.  i have pictures of that night somewhere, i want to try to dig them up.

the only real memorable kicker of the night, was taking the elevator to leave down with winona ryder.  i heard her speaking behind me (i LOATHE her voice) and when i turned around, lo and behold, there she was.  i remember she was shorter than i was.

oh right, i almost forgot the point of this post…  my point was that i feel like not wanting to do new years in times square is another one of those ungrateful new yorker things that we often take for granted.  i also think it’s sort of cliche, but also definitely impractical.  i mean, what do you do if you’re hungry?  or when you have to pee?  it’s like a sea of people – you can’t go anywhere…  you’re there FOR HOURS (i’m also highly claustrophobic, so maybe that’s why i’m all NO about it?).   it just doesn’t seem like a logical thing to do.

NYE, bah humbug.

September 20th, 2013 @ 1:31 am

i tried to look via the waybackmachine on other websites that i used to run/own over the years, but i couldn’t find any post about when 09/11 happened in 2001.  i also am not sure i ever posted about it in general, but the anniversary was just a week ago, and the topic is still fresh in my mind.  i personally don’t have a story about THAT day, but the day preceding.  my ex-boyfriend and i were both off from work and we slept right through it, and we didn’t wake up until around 11AM.

i had chinese food on september 9th, 2001, and i got a fortune cookie that read something along the lines of “don’t stray too far from home, you will be needed”.  on september 10th, i went to my friend becca’s house in montclair, new jersey.  i took that trip over there a billion times before.  it was pretty easy…  just take the 7 train to times square and take the decamp bus from the port authority.  it’s only a half an hour from the city, if that.  my friend frank (from my hometown in queens) had just moved into a house in montclair, right by becca’s apartment, so i killed two birds with one stone and saw them both that day.

for some reason i kept thinking about my fortune cookie.  towards the late afternoon/early evening, becca wanted me to sleep at her house in jersey, and for some reason i just kept pulling to go back to queens.  i’d gauge it at majorly fortune cookie, and partly that i just wanted to be with jeff (my bf at the time).  jeff’s mom was a bartender, so she wouldn’t be home until the wee AM hours, and jeff and i both weren’t scheduled to work the next morning at the video store…  that meant friends would be coming over, or just freedom in general at the house.  i said fuck it, and went home to him.

when you take the decamp bus on that bus route in particular, the view of the NYC skyline coming back to the city is spectacular.  the buildings look so large, because of the angle that the bus drives in on.

i wish i had taken pictures of it at some point, but those were pre-iphone/cell phone in general days, and my sister had stolen my digital camera from me.  i will always have the last time i saw it burned into my brain, though.  by the time i left jersey, it was dark out and the skyline was all lit up.  i remember looking at the enormous twin towers, and just thinking/feeling really strange.  i don’t know how to put it, but it definitely felt like the last time i’d see them.  i just remember the skyline looking like one of those classic NYC wide souvenir posters or something.  it looked perfect.

i was one of the last hundreds or thousands of people to see those towers lit up that night in all their glory.  it’s crazy to think about that.  i almost feel honored as a new yorker to say that.

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