The Job Search

Searching for a job is a curious endever. It is exciting, frustrating, sometimes hopeless, but always inspiring. In my case, I am looking for a job in The Arts. My dream job would be working directly with artists and buyers, not as a gallery docent, but as a liason, working with multiple galleries at once to fulfill the needs of a client. Starting out though, I would give anything to work for an established gallery; one that represents a few "heavy hitters," but also represents new, budding artists, as well. My challenge, though, is getting my foot in the door, especially in this market. There has been debate as to whether there is even a demand for art right now. Following the Yves Saint Laurent auction a few weeks ago, I am convinced that the demand is still there. People may not be willing to pay the same prices for artwork that they did two years ago, but there are still a million people out there who would give anything to have a Marc Quinn sculpture in their forier or a Pipilotti Rist hanging on their wall. I'm inspired, and I know the right job is out there. I'll keep looking until I find it.

Twitterific

I love twitter. It has completely surpassed facebook in my book, and in my life. I mean, who really has time to sit in front of a computer looking up everyone's profile when you can just go to one place instead?! Just hope I don't turn into Lisa Nova!

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Women Who Are Going... to be sick

Hollins administration really needs to reconsider its position on health and nutrition.  As an all-female college, one would think that the school would be on board with the health needs of growing and developing, young women.  Well, they're not.  Why in the world are french fries and hot dogs available at every meal?!  Where is the low/fat-free salad dressing or the whole wheat pasta?  Why, when the cooks saute vegetables, do they use so much oil?!  You only need a teaspoon (enough to coat the bottom of the pan)!  Or the deli sandwiches for instance.. they're huge!  Anyone can see that that's more than a single serving size.  I find it so interesting that they refuse to use salt in any of the dishes, but instead decide to pump it full of artery-clogging grease.  

This is inexcusable.  I want fresh vegetables and grilled meat.  No more fried food.  No more cream sauces.  I want a delicious salad bar.  We're not inmates, so how about doing away with institutional food?!  We're supposed to be 'Women Who Are Going Place.'  I think my diet should contribute to my progress; not impede it.

This is what I think of someone who has poor nutritional habits:

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