tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30468026360403790102024-03-03T19:26:13.105-05:00VintageJeannieJeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.comBlogger468125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-50658893999541002672014-02-13T00:29:00.003-05:002014-02-13T00:39:15.734-05:00rearing my ugly head<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">when i started graduate school more than 1.5 years ago, i should have done us all a favor and placed this blog on hiatus. but this oversight speaks more to my complete <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.1200008392334px;">miscalculation about the realities of graduate school than anything else.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.1200008392334px;">the truth is, i thought graduate school would be a breeze. given my time working in magazines and editorial, i kind of assumed i'd glide into the top of my class with no trouble at all. classes would be more like interesting seminars one would choose to attend at a really cool conference or something. professors would be more like colleagues who provided editorial suggestions while simultaneously leaving it "up to you."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.1200008392334px;">i was wrong. graduate school kicked my butt and mid-program, i found myself barely hanging on. how could i possibly write blog posts when i was failing at turning in assignments??</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.1200008392334px;">and that, friends, is my lame excuse for not posting to my blog for nearly one year. will you accept this as an official apology? </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.1200008392334px;">in exchange, i will do my best to blog more often now that i'm done with school (praise god) and back to working! to commence the return of vintagejeannie, i give you my latest favorite things:</span></span></div>
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<b>Hint water:</b> I kind of hate drinking water because the lack of flavor makes me nauseated. While perusing the drink aisle at my work cafeteria trying to find a flavored drink with little to no sugar, this caught my eye. Water with a hint of fruit essence? Sign me up! But please, if you discover that there is some sort of disease causing agent in this beverage, don't tell me.</div>
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<b>Stila Waterproof eyeliner:</b> Not sure if non-asians can relate to this but I often shock myself around 3 p.m. each day when I go to use the loo and discover that half my eyeliner is smudged all over my face. Does this happen to you? Well, might I suggest getting this fantastic liquid eyeliner that goes on and STAYS ON. The brush is also ridiculously easy to use -- truly idiot proof. I say this to you as a fellow idiot.</div>
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<b>Burts Bees starry night:</b> Staying on the beauty product theme for a moment, I must also include a quick note about this burts bees lipgloss in the color "starry night." The dark lip trend has appeared again after about 15 years in hiding. Every once in a while, I'll see a pretty young woman in the city with vampire lips and more often than not, she is pulling it off. But for the more color-averse/frightened/insecure lot, I recommend this gloss as the perfect jumping off point. It is just dark enough to be noticeable, as in, people will see you and be like, oh I see what you're doing there, but not so dark that people begin to pray for your soul.</div>
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<b>The Goldfinch</b>: I have not actually read this book. So why am I recommending it? Because so many people have raved about it that I feel I need to read it immediately! It is currently flying via Amazon drone to my apartment in Brooklyn and I am hoping one of you will also purchase the book and read it with me. Who's in??</div>
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Well, that's about all the creativity I can muster at just past midnight so I'm going to call it a night. If you are still aware of this blog and happened to read this, god bless you! hope to hear from you soon.</div>
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oh also, by the way, totally forgot to mention that I got married! maybe i'll do a wedding post someday ...<br />
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p.s. shoutout to miss jools who kindly nudged me about not posting to my blog for so long. thanks for the reminder :)</div>
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Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-1656856532153400672013-02-19T17:01:00.002-05:002013-02-19T17:04:43.891-05:00good stuff 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
as soon as i published my last post, i kept thinking about a whole bunch of other things i wanted to share with you guys. so here's part 2 ... more good stuff i've been using and reusing throughout my day that have been making me happy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pilot-Precise-Retractable-Extra-Rolling/dp/B001E6A9M8" target="_blank">only pen</a> i will use these days. the retractable nib and <br />
easy ink flow make scribbling quick notes nice and easy. i went <br />
through about four of these last semester!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my taste in jewelry gravitates towards small, simple pieces that you can wear<br />
every day. when it comes to rings, that means, thin bands without anything <br />
protruding that can snag on clothes, hair, bags etc. <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/92792674/kismet-on-backorder-fine-silver-ring-by?" target="_blank">this tiny ring</a> rarely leaves my <br />
left hand and looks great with a simple manicure.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">let me tell you something about new york city: it stinks. i won't get into the <br />
details but the city literally stinks of every foul scent you can imagine. and the <br />
problem is, the bad smells mix right in there with the great smells, like delicious <br />
food and roasting nuts and perfumed women. so one second, you might <br />
be inhaling the sweet scent of nuts roasting in the cold winter air, when suddenly, <br />
mid-inhale, you're struck with the scent of "something else." <a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/tocca-stella-solid-perfume/3385256?cm_cat=datafeed&cm_ite=tocca_'stella'_solid_perfume:614751&cm_pla=fragrance:women:perfume&cm_ven=Google_Product_Ads&mr:referralID=4e6b6ad3-7adb-11e2-b779-001b2166c62d&pprd=0" target="_blank">this little solid perfume</a> was <br />
gifted to me by a friend last December and i carry it with me everywhere. if ever i need <br />
a little scent detox or recalibration after a particularly awful experience, this guy saves the day</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my preferences in makeup follow my preferences in jewelry: simple, no fuss, everyday. <br />
i picked up <a href="http://rmsbeauty.com/" target="_blank">this cream eye shadow</a> at <a href="http://www.abchome.com/systemPage/storemanhattan/tabid/73/Default.aspx" target="_blank">THE BEST STORE IN NYC</a> at the end of last <br />
semester as a treat for surviving the most hellacious 5 months of my life! it is all natural and <br />
beautifully pigmented and ridiculously easy to apply: just swirl your finger in the pot once <br />
and swipe onto your eyelid. voila! you're ready to face your day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i am always on the hunt for subway reading material and for the past few <br />
weeks, it's been "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/France-Movie-Tie-In-Edition-Random/dp/B006G89IOO/ref=pd_rhf_sc_p_t_2_F5WC" target="_blank">My Life in France</a>," by Julia Child. It's a really easy read and <br />
immediately transports you from a stuffy subway car rattling through lower <br />
manhattan to delicious, cheese and wine-filled Paris.</td></tr>
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Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-19668494022853954162013-02-18T15:01:00.002-05:002013-02-18T15:06:50.602-05:00good stuff<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
the winter has been long this year and everyone seems to be suffering from the blahs. here's some good stuff i've been using/wearing lately that give me an extra little pick me up:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">chris got me a <a href="http://www.roastmasters.com/chemex6.html?gclid=CPSNnonQwLUCFQyg4AodRnAA4w" target="_blank">chemex coffee maker</a> for my birthday. at first i only <br />
wanted it because it was so pretty, but it' actually makes a really delicious <br />
cup of coffee. it takes a little while to learn how to use, but once you get <br />
the hang of it, you'll never go back to plain old drip coffee again.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i randomly picked up this <a href="http://www.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=5783&vid=1&pid=349719042" target="_blank">sweatshirt at gap</a> on super duper sale <br />
and am so pleased with its fit and quality. they have other colors <br />
if this hot pink doesn't appeal to you. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">full disclosure, i haven't gotten <a href="https://www.everlane.com/collections/womens-cashmere-collection/products/cashmere-beanie-navy-womens" target="_blank">this hat</a> in the mail yet so can't fully <br />
vouch for it, but it's been freezing cold in nyc these days and all i see <br />
everywhere are chic women walking around in perfectly slouchy <br />
beanies. i'll let you know how this one turns out.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">speaking of freezing cold temperatures, these <a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/product/shoes-legwear/25449646.jsp" target="_blank">fleece-lined leggings</a> are <br />
absolutely saving me as i roam the streets of brooklyn. </td></tr>
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what about you? got any good stuff to recommend? I'm a big believer in word of mouth. i trust my friends :)</div>
Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-9361264185926713752012-12-31T15:17:00.000-05:002012-12-31T15:17:03.877-05:00farewell 2012<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
greetings from temecula, california, where i am sitting at my family's kitchen table, typing away. My parents are sitting on the couch just to my right, watching korean news programs, and our dog, Simba, is sitting in his crate staring intently at each person one at a time, willing us to please give him some more ham.<br />
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everything about my current state is comfortable. I have a full tummy, my bank account is not depleting by the second as it seems to do in new york, i'm in sweats (and have been for the past week), and i haven't a care in the world. so i'd like to take advantage of this calm state to reflect on 2012.<br />
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when i first moved to DC, I lived with a woman who was into eastern religion and spirituality. on my 28th birthday she told me that every seven years or so we go through a complete shedding of our past selves and start afresh. given that i tend to be a late bloomer, i'm going to call this year my "7-year shed."<br />
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this year, I decided to go ahead and apply to j-school despite doing just fine as an editor. when i got into a program i liked, i decided to quit my job and enroll. i moved to new york. i got serious about relationships in my life -- building and rebuilding them. i attempted to be brave and fear less.<br />
<br />
these decisions weren't without consequences. the risks of putting yourself out there are real and inevitable. i've felt the heat in my cheeks as i approached perfect strangers with personal questions, was yelled at and demeaned by sources, had my writing flashed on the big screen and criticized (jschool professors are keen on public humiliation). i've missed the company of familiar friends and felt adrift in an unfamiliar place. roots are profoundly important, and when they're gone, your heart aches with the knowledge that even if you were to go back to where home used to be, it wouldn't be the same. it will never be the same.<br />
<br />
but that's life, isn't it? :) you hit the ground running, stumble, pick yourself up, learn from it, and start running again.<br />
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i'm thankful for 2012 -- a year of testing, changes, challenges, and a lot of learning.<br />
<br />
through all of this, i wouldn't have survived without the many friends and family who rallied around my decisions with support and excitement and a lot of love. what a blessing you all are! and i'm thrilled as i look ahead to next year because my friends and family are always there.<br />
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cheers to the new year!<br />
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Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-50202464487824615062012-10-19T16:03:00.004-04:002012-10-19T16:08:08.338-04:00two small things<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
two things from last night that i wanted to share.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i was leaving class on my way to meet chris for dinner<br />
and it was drizzling a bit. i've learned how to walk like a<br />
New Yorker, barreling through people without<br />
stopping to look around, but for some reason as I crossed<br />
7th avenue, I looked to the left. I was struck by how beautiful<br />
Times Square looked. Usually, Times Square is a gross,<br />
messy zoo, but yesterday, something was so lovely about<br />
the lights, and the traffic, and the colors all diffused by the drizzly sky. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i was at a duane reade when i saw this shelf of ice cream. <br />
what the hell new york? you don't eat ice cream???</td></tr>
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Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-34572396424636883162012-10-17T11:02:00.001-04:002012-10-17T11:02:29.877-04:00chicago!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hi my friends, can you tell I am trying to do right by you by posting a bunch? I know I neglected you guys for so long, so I'm trying to make it up to you right now.<br />
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During columbus day weekend, chris took me to Chicago as an early birthday surprise. I was definitely surprised when he told me what we were going to do (i may have shed a tear or two ... you know me ....). I couldn't believe it! throughout our entire dating relationship, we have wanted to go to chicago because it is a city that i love so much. i have often told chris stories about the good times i had while attending wheaton, and have always ended those stories with, "can't wait to go there with you someday!"<br />
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well it finally happened and even though i was kind of stressed out about how i was going to get away with not doing any reporting for a FULL weekend! eek! I did my best to not think about it and just have a good time. let's jump into the photos, shall we?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">when i'm happy, i tend to assume this stance, not sure why. <br />But I was pretty damn happy! But also really cold. <br />Here we are in downtown chicago.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Did I mention we were cold? look at how red my nose is!<br /> I keep wanting to tell new yorkers, I have seen winter, <br />and it is TERRIBLE!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chris hates when I insist on photos. Here he is <br />hating my insistence that I take a photo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We took the El a lot because it was so much more fun <br />than plummeting through underground darkness. <br />but here we are waiting underground for a blue train? <br />red train? can't remember. the best part, though, <br />is when you feel the train elevating and suddenly <br />you burst out into the city, weaving between buildings <br />that can sometimes come as close as a few <br />feet from your train window!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we stopped to eat at one of my favorite brunch spots, <br />ann sather's, where every entree comes with 2 huge cinnamon buns!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">look at that gooey melty deliciousness!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">no visit to chicago is complete without a <br />visit to the bean! it was a gorgeous day</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">there's that stance again. I was happy bc I had an <br />intelligentsia coffee ... and I was in Chicago!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">look who we ran into! hi hannah! (we missed you uno)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">one of the trip highlights was an architectural <br />boat tour. Chris and I were totally geeking out! <br />Aren't the buildings lovely?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">that skyline ... it's just not fair.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and here we are at the top of sear's tower. <br />this is just after i stepped out onto the <a href="http://www.theskydeck.com/" target="_blank">skydeck</a>, <br />which chris was not too happy about.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we got to the sear's tower right at sunset and watched the <br />city lights brighten as the sky went dark. it was perfect.</td></tr>
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Thanks so much Christopher for a great birthday!</div>
Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-55007372973448994012012-10-16T20:04:00.005-04:002012-10-16T20:04:55.861-04:00fun photo time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i'm long overdue for a photo dump -- here are some pics of life in new york!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this popular mexican eatery in our neighborhood, fort greene, BK, <br />has a big outdoor seating area. on this particular night, they were <br />showing one of the old superman films (was it 2? 3?) against a building <br />wall. Chris and I were transfixed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">here is our new "grocery store." gone are the days when we shopped <br />at giant or whole foods or trader joe's. these days all of our food <br />comes from this little deli around the corner from chris's place. <br />it is actually one of the more affordable deli's, but i'm sure <br />if i told you the prices, you'd be pretty shocked.<br /></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">chris and me on a walk around our hood.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">while reporting near campus, i walked into t<a href="http://www.stmvirgin.org/article22608.htm" target="_blank">he church of saint mary the virgin</a> <br />to see what was up. this fabulous sign greeted me at the door :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a really beautiful little archway in my neighborhood beat, Crown Heights, Brooklyn</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">one time chris was talking about something and mentioned "the big inflatable rats." <br />I stopped him right there ... the inflatable whats??? He was like, "You know? The big rats <br />that strikers inflate to shame their companies? Don't worry, you'll see them <br />somewhere." sure enough, a few weeks into my program I was sent to cover a <br />stagehands union protest and was SO DELIGHTED to see the rats for myself. <br />quite compelling, aren't they? read more about them <a href="http://www.businessinsider.com/inflatable-rats-unions-scabs-2011-11?op=1" target="_blank">here</a>. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">one really bad weekend, I had my work cut out for me. <br />I had to do some radio reporting and a photo essay <br />and would have to work all weekend to complete it. <br />to placate my worries, I decided to get up early on saturday <br />morning and have myself a really good relaxing <br />brunch at a somewhat fancy schmancy restaurant in my hood. <br />it was a GREAT decision. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">so, the unglamourous side of reporting: I had to get up really <br />early to try and get some photos of a store opening up for the day. <br />the store owner said she would be there around 9 a.m., so I <br />arrived at 8:45, so as not to miss anything. Nobody arrived <br />until about 10:30, and I waited out in the cold the entire time. <br />i took this self portrait to show chris how sad i was. haha. <br />don't i look just awful?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But here was my reward: After spending the entire morning <br />waiting for the shop owner, and then photographing the shop, <br />I rewarded myself with a HUGE chicken parm sandwich. <br />well earned, if I say so myself!</td></tr>
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Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-39609106343569310572012-10-16T18:31:00.002-04:002012-10-16T19:40:22.463-04:00long time no see<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hi friends, it's been a while.<br />
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School is in full swing and my comfortable, overfed, overly rested, overly consumeristic lifestyle has been replaced with .... no semblance of a life whatsoever. haha. my life is my work at this point and i try to eke out enough time for christopher and that's about it.<br />
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it's a shame, right? Because i have finally moved to new york city, the epicenter of culture and life and food and entertainment, etc., and all i can do is sort of watch it go by. no money, no time, and a lot of shit to get done. it's been a little rough.<br />
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this month has been the toughest thus far. the deadlines are coming at us fast and furious, and we barely have time to come up for air. not only are we trying to report on a variety of issues in our neighborhoods, but we are also trying to report these stories in multiple mediums. at one moment, it's a radio story, so you're busting your butt trying to get good audio. The next moment it's for TV and you're trying to figure out lighting and footage and angles. and then suddenly, it's a photo essay. we've all lost our minds!<br />
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but the other day, a friend posted a nice reminder on facebook: you don't have to, you get to.<br />
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WOW. that hit home for me, because for so long I felt like I was looking and looking for a chance to do some real deal reporting, and I never got the opportunity. Now I finally GET to do it! I have to keep reminding myself of this when the going gets tough.<br />
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i don't have anything fun and/or frivolous to report on, but here's a tidbit: my style has been reduced to function. i no longer take any pleasure in wearing a nice frock. when i get up in the morning, all i think is, what can i wear that will make me look semi-respectable and make my day as comfortable and easy as possible. this explains why journalists tend to dress rather simply. in my experience, it's good for a journalist to wear: black because you look acceptable in almost every situation and you never know what you will be covering that day (art show, city commission hearing, meeting with clergy, you name it); flat comfortable walking shoes because it is not fun walking the streets with foot pain (i learned this the hard way); and a jacket with pockets to carry your press badge, your notepad, and your cellphone, because you never know when you have to whip that stuff out. honestly, if i could wear a hunter's vest with pockets, i totally would! actually .... (searches them on amazon)<br />
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lastly, i thought i'd share a radio story I got to do in my neighborhood. can i tell you how much respect i have for radio reporters? it's not easy getting good, interesting audio that will actually compel someone to stop whatever they're doing around the house and LISTEN to their radios.<br />
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this is as close as i got to making something interesting during my first radio class. let me know what you think!<br />
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Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-65164756222005370352012-09-26T15:39:00.003-04:002012-09-26T15:41:31.595-04:00Me 'n E<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first NYC guests were none other than E and his family! It was a short visit, but so nice :)</td></tr>
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Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-1636880593982167012012-08-21T00:17:00.002-04:002012-08-21T00:26:41.332-04:00be brave. fear less.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
hello my long lost friends! it has been a while, hasn't it? i haven't forgotten about you, as i will prove later on on this blog, but how cruel of me to drop a huge life-change bomb on you and then leave you hanging for almost an entire month. a thousand apologies.<br />
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so i am currently typing on a brand new laptop that i opened today, with a brand new haircut which I got yesterday, in a tiny room in Brooklyn, NY! if i close my eyes, i can mentally transport myself into my little room on 16th St., just two miles from the White House. But when I open my eyes, it's evident that that little room is long gone. how can this be?<br />
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at the end of last month, I indeed moved from Washington, DC, my HOME for four years, to Brooklyn, NY. the few days before and after the move were the most difficult of all. not only did moving become a logistical nightmare, but i became completely distraught about leaving our great community of friends and family in the DC, VA, MD area.<br />
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two days before the big move, Chris and I invited our friends to celebrate with us over burgers and fries at Shake Shack. why why why did we plan such a torturous farewell? it was tough to see so many of our dearest people, all the while knowing that we would be saying goodbye at the end of the night.<br />
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you guys, i took it really hard. it's "get real" time on vintagejeannie. upon arrival in new york, I sort of became a shut in. everything was unfamiliar and ... just ... NOT HOME, you know? the smells and sounds were foreign and i felt like my entire knowledge base of restaurants, routes, metro lines, pretty parks, fun shopping -- all of that carefully curated knowledge was just wiped out. NO RELEVANCE HERE, new york said. ALL YOUR PRECIOUS RESEARCH? ALL YOUR EXPLORATIONS IN DC? worth nothing. but worse was feeling like i had no friends in the city. YOUR PEEPS? THEY'RE NOT HERE. start over. begin again.<br />
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I became paralyzed with fear. I didn't leave the apartment almost all day. the only time I ventured out was to meet chris when he finished work. but during the day, i sat on the couch watching old episodes of The Office several hours straight. pathetic!<br />
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but finally ... FINALLY, with chris's gentle chiding, I tiptoed out into the city. the first day that I went out on my own, I think I went to the Target about 3 blocks away to pick up some random toiletries and household items. that was about all I did that day. but then each day, I would try something new until I finally ventured on the subway by myself into the city to run some errands for school, but also to explore parts of the city on my own.<br />
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guess what? i gave new york a shot, and new york rewarded me in return. i'm really learning to enjoy this city (more on that in subsequent posts to come).<br />
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on one of those early days, chris and i went for a bike ride through brooklyn and on the way home i caught glimpses of two phrases that have stuck with me: one cafe that i peeked into had painted "Be Brave" on one of their walls. Hm, i thought. OK. tuck that one away. then, a few minutes later, we passed some graffiti on a wall that said, "Fear Less." I almost had to roll my eyes, it was so obvious! GOT IT. message received. haha.<br />
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so that's my motto for the next year and a half, anyway. I'm going to be brave and fear less. there are so many places in my life where this is applicable: in my reporting, in my relationships, in my approach to life. it's time to confront my fears, to be brave, fear less, and try new things.<br />
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as an added bonus, hopefully this experiment will yield slightly more interesting posts for you to enjoy :) here's hoping, anyway. stay tuned ...</div>
Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-80107032557994698272012-07-26T15:21:00.003-04:002012-07-26T15:21:49.049-04:00funemployment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
if you can afford to do it, i highly recommend not working for a season of your adult life. i don't speak these words lightly since i know that for many, the razor thin line between "making it" and "not making it" is a really big deal. frankly, i'm not thrilled to be living the next 1.5 years of my life on borrowed money (more on that later in the week), but i have just had to make peace with my decision to go back to school ... in new york, the most expensive city in the country ... in my late 20s, when i should be saving and preparing for a family. i've made peace with it. really, i have. really.<br />
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that doesn't mean, however, that i am not fully enjoying my time off of work. i ended my job last friday and don't start classes until Aug. 20, so i have a full month to do stuff! yes, i have some plans (moving to new york, visiting my family, prepping for school, building a professional website, etc.), but i'm also going to indulge myself a little with all this free time :) here's what i've been doing this week:<br />
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There is still so much left to do before we move on Sunday, but we are getting closer. My room is starting to get that "empty space" look. it's strange to be leaving this place. there were so many good memories here! moving is tough man. so many people and places to say goodbye to.</div>
</div>Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-66872898537369428702012-07-21T11:37:00.001-04:002012-07-21T11:37:56.188-04:00Looking Back<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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in a bout of (planned) spontaneity, Chris and I invited our friends Ryan and Erica to come with us to Pittsburgh for a weekend trip. We reminisced about our old college days, ate a lot of delicious greasy food, went to the Feist concert on Saturday night, and stopped by Frank Lloyd Wright's Falling Water house on the way back to DC. it was such a great weekend and it was nice to know that even when you leave a place, it moves on, but also stays the same.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The squash courts on campus where Chris and I first became friends.<br />
One day in the school paper's newsroom, I told him I <span style="background-color: white;">was taking </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chris convinced the gym staff to lend us racquets <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Erica and I played some rounds. She was so good for a first-timer!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From L to R: Chris, Jeannie, Erica, Ryan</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">We rode the Pittsburgh Incline to the top of Mt. Washington. <br />During the height of Pittsburgh's steel era, workers used the <br />incline to get to and from their homes at the top of the mountain, <br />to the factories along the rivers.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt676Gadao0_RaOG6u_QtPO-ENMqyrwxck0fMSvhRl4L_PYjDcS382OCNIP46QbSBGVSeSD5GE4AFF4fds0zvCsqbwDikZ1u65bdES-sbgoe0oC4qt0-fBmEuJTOF72WxLG-bX2JqvEuM/s1600/pittsburgh.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt676Gadao0_RaOG6u_QtPO-ENMqyrwxck0fMSvhRl4L_PYjDcS382OCNIP46QbSBGVSeSD5GE4AFF4fds0zvCsqbwDikZ1u65bdES-sbgoe0oC4qt0-fBmEuJTOF72WxLG-bX2JqvEuM/s640/pittsburgh.jpeg" width="640" /></a><br />
Panoramic view of Pittsburgh from the top of Mt. Washington<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chris and me at the Feist concert! Brief clip of her performance to come.<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the next day we visited my old dorm, Mudge House, <br />where I was an RA for 3 years. so many good times <br />were had in this building. looking back, i realize <br />how good we had it. community is hard to find.<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">it had just rained and would rain again. we walked down <br />a short path through the forest to reach the house.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">beautiful light through the trees</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">smile chris!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the house seen through a clearing! <br />it's essentially a glorified cabin in the forest.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">personally, i think we look a lot happier than <a href="http://www.paconserve.org/fallingwater/images/Brad-and-Angelina.jpg" target="_blank">brangelina</a>.<br /></td></tr>
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</div>Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-15726241579490024602012-07-17T15:53:00.003-04:002012-07-17T16:17:48.466-04:00charlie rose interviews terry gross<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Terry Gross</b>: I tend to write up my questions not word for word, but i try to prepare a narrative so it's not just like a questionnaire with a random sampling of questions. it has a structure, it has a story. It's more interesting if the questions add up to a story than if it's just, you know a questionnaire.<span style="background-color: white;"> </span></blockquote>
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<b>Charlie Rose</b>: Yeah, I keep telling people that what makes this fascinating for me, and for anyone who does it as well as you do, is a notion that you're telling a story. you're simply taking someone who's sitting across from you and you're telling a story. you're looking at the world through their life and through their experience, and the collision of my curiosity and their experience. and that's a story.<span style="background-color: white;"> </span></blockquote>
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<b>Terry Gross</b>: Mm hmm, and I find that I learn a lot about myself when I hear people talk about themselves.</blockquote>
<span style="background-color: white;">they are an inspiration. the notion of a hardened journalist has never appealed to me. but listen to these two talk about their work! they're as moon-eyed and rapturous as two teenagers in love. i'm so excited to join their club, even if i remain a junior member for the rest of my life ... frankly, it's nice to have people who do it better than you. it's nice to have a dream. and I hope to always maintain my "real, honest curiosity," as terry gross puts it, come what may.</span></div>
</div>Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-90385846306511762002012-07-17T10:54:00.001-04:002012-07-17T12:34:00.086-04:00big changes underway<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
so, here's the news: i'm moving in less than two weeks to Brooklyn, NY! Can you believe it? I can't.<br />
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It's really a shame that the internet is so public because I've wanted to post about this entire process from the moment it started, over a year ago, but I had to keep things under wraps until everything was certain. now i can finally, publicly tell the world that come aug. 20, i'll be an enrolled student in the city university of new york's graduate school of journalism. (not to be confused with nyu)<br />
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how did this happen?<br />
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well, i'm not quite sure myself, but this is a perfect example of how a million tiny little decisions can lead to a major course correction in your life. did i move to dc four years ago thinking, at the end of this i'll be in j-school? hell no! when I took my magazine job, i was in it for the long haul. and i've spent countless hours turning the events around in my head, trying to figure out what exactly happened there. i still don't know, but that's neither here nor there. as my friend evelyn says, there's no room for regret in God's economy.<br />
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what i'm thankful for is that leaving my magazine job and going into communications made me realize that a) i don't want to be a magazine editor; and b) i don't want to do communications! HA! i shake my head at the time it took for me to realize this.<br />
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here's the thing that killed me about being an editor. we'd spend all this time brainstorming amazing story ideas that were so timely and interesting. we'd look at an issue through a prism, separating out every color until we decided on our publication's perfect angle. this process is so rewarding and fulfilling -- that's why i still think sojourners is one of the best damn publications out there. you should totally subscribe.<br />
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but, we'd craft this perfect story baby and then hand the baby over to another writer! no longer. I want those story babies. I want them. (wow. those are the two worst sentences ever published on this blog)<br />
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so that's why i'm going to j-school. i'm so excited to get on the streets, talk to people, ask questions, figure out a neighborhood, figure out how the city works, find stories, tell stories, all in the fine city of new york. actually, i'm pretty sure ny is going to kick my butt numerous times over, but i'm going to do my best to keep strong.<br />
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so -- that's it! that's the news. i'm scared, excited, nervous, happy ... mostly scared. haha. but i'm thankful for all the support from my family and friends, including you, reader. hope you'll stick with me through the next phase in my life! get ready for a lot of public online cryfests.</div>Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-18838141140243769032012-07-11T11:05:00.000-04:002012-07-11T11:05:15.522-04:00houjeannie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Chris found this old video that we made in the columbia heights best buy while checking out the macs. it is dated may 16, 2009! I find this pretty freaking hilarious. how about you?<br />
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scary thing, though, is we look pretty young in this video! remember when you'd look in the mirror as a kid and will yourself to look older? now I look at photos from 2 years back or 3 years back and I'm like, who is that girl? and why do I look so haggard and weary nowadays? ooooh adulthood. so wonderful, so stressful, so confusing.<br />
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yesterday, i picked up this <a href="http://store.americanapparel.net/rsalh509.html?cid=1408-1452&c=Posh%20Bone" target="_blank">leather bowtie hair clip</a> at american apparel. is this too infantile for a 29.5 y/o lady to wear?<br />
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honest opinions appreciated. here it is in my hair.<br />
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i think it could work in the right environment. definitely would never wear it to work ... maybe just on the weekends. at the end of the day, who cares? I'll wear it because i like it, but i felt like i needed to throw in some frivolity on this blog since it's been a while :)</div>Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-36545103225862420042012-06-04T17:27:00.002-04:002012-06-04T17:27:32.890-04:00only in new york<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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At the corner, I felt a presence and turned around. The man with roses was walking toward me very fast. The rose heads bobbed up and down against his chest, and I thought of a dozen bareheaded babies.
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I did not rule this out. I have lived in New York only three years but have had many memorable encounters with strangers. More than once, I have had the same taxi driver twice. The man stopped in front of me and stared into my eyes, as if trying to read my mind. Then his eyes brightened. “Did I write a poem for you?” he said. </blockquote>
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I stared back, searching my memory. A curtain lifted: Winter, 2009. Two in the morning. A snowstorm. I get out of a cab at Seventh and Christopher, and see a man on the corner. I give him the five bucks left from my cab fare. He thanks me but says he never takes something for nothing. All he can give me is a poem in return. He gives me a list of options ...</blockquote>
of course, you must read <a href="http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/06/04/from-a-familiar-stranger-a-poem-written-on-the-stars/" target="_blank">the whole thing</a>.</div>Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-77496503045683440212012-06-04T15:18:00.002-04:002012-06-04T15:24:58.902-04:00slow it down<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
sometimes i move through life at a pretty fast clip, but some unexpected situations have forced a major slowdown in activities. chris sprained his ankle a month ago. the first week after the sprain, we tried to keep up with our regularly scheduled activities and had a pretty tough time. i felt bad for chris -- he was a good sport about everything, but i could tell he was in a lot of pain. so we've gotten used to doing little more than sitting around reading or going on really slow walks.<br />
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do you ever realize how fast we city folk walk?<br />
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whenever my sister visits, she is always complaining about how fast i walk. in fact, i injured her knee during her last visit because i was rushing us to catch a bus to the airport (sorry sister!). so what's with the hustle? I have no idea, but when chris's sprain was so bad he couldn't walk well, it was like torture trying to walk at his pace. when i finally got used to it, i was surprised by how many things i noticed -- a bird here, a piece of street art there. i probably would not have seen these while rush-rush-rushing to the next location.<br />
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patience is a virtue that yields a lot of gifts!<br />
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anyhow, one event i was really glad we kept on our calendar was going to the Feist concert at Strathmore. It was a really weird venue, in my opinion, but it was a lot of fun to hear Feist play. I saw her once before at the belly up tavern in san diego, long before she was made famous by that Apple commercial. her show was raw and simple, and she got the entire crowd to sing along with her.<br />
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the day after the strathmore concert, i was so enamored with her performance, and yet so disappointed by the shitty venue that I convinced Chris we needed to see her again. So we got tickets to her pittsburgh show in July!!! it should be a much rowdier crowd (pittsburgh being pittsburgh :)) and it will be an outdoor concert. (hopefully the sound is good). y'all can look forward to photos from that experience in the near future, but for now, here are some strathmore pics :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">me being an uber dork. how cool is this walkway though?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">poor chris on crutches (in bokeh!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">strathmore: super cool for classical music, super lame for rock</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">chris puts on a brave face, but there is misery behind his eyes</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">feist and band ... she is my hero!</td></tr>
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<br /></div>Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-31574653999987249802012-05-22T16:54:00.001-04:002012-05-22T16:56:20.007-04:00babes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i'm really enjoying getting older and watching friends and relatives have babies that i can play with and then pass off to them as i head to a movie, or a quiet dinner, or a night to myself :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">me and beivin -- isn't she cute? she's not mine, obv.</td></tr>
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<br /></div>Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-58381709472180925912012-05-04T16:36:00.001-04:002012-05-04T16:43:41.134-04:00cry, baby.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
have you ever seen your dad cry? for many folks this is an impossible scenario. I have a lot of friends who say that they wouldn't know what to do if they saw their fathers cry. they can't remember seeing them cry, ever, no matter the circumstance.<br />
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well, my dad cries almost once a week, if not once every few days. i chuckle as i think about all the times: after the end of moulin rouge, during a scene in harry potter 1, while talking about god at the dinner table, in the middle of preaching in front of his entire congregation. some of his tears are easy to make fun of -- and mostly, my mom is first in line to shake her head while making fun of my dad as he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.<br />
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but other times, I watch him cry and am moved, not necessarily by the same thing he's crying at, but by the largeness of his heart. my dad loves god so much -- it's weird to even write that sentence, but it's true. and his understanding of the redemption story -- of god <i>pro nobis</i>, ever the pursuer, ever the seeker of hearts that seek God -- is so intense that he is often startled to tears at the slightest thought or whiff of any narrative that resembles the "greatest story ever told."<br />
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as an adult christian who was raised in the church, I admit that cynicism and jadedness have taken a toll on my once-open heart. my dad's child-like faith is a constant inspiration.<br />
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in a somewhat related story, I have to share with you about the most recent time when dad cried in front of me.<br />
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my sister had just gotten the new iphone so we decided to facetime. once our phones made the connection we excitedly showed off various things in our respective environments: she showed me her new puppy, and i probably showed her something less exciting, like my new nailpolish color or my hair style that day.<br />
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suddenly my mom opened the door to tell uno dinner was ready -- uno pointed her phone to my mom's face as i awkwardly said hello. my mom, unphased, was just like, oh hey jeannie ... uno, come eat! hahaha<br />
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so uno brought "me" to the living room and showed "me" to my dad. my dad was a little more surprised. wow, this is so amazing! he said, his eyes widening. he continued to marvel at the iphone while my mom impatiently ordered everyone to the dinner table. with a shrug, my sister brought me along too.<br />
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So basically, you guys, I was "sitting" at the dinner table with my whole family, but really, "I" was my sister's iPhone, propped up against something. I could see them, they could see me, but obviously, it wasn't really me! disturbing, indeed.<br />
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my family gathered hands to pray, as is our custom, and I also sort of closed my eyes, but felt really weird the entire time. my dad started out with his prayer -- "dear god, thank you for this wonderful food, thank you for mommy, for uno, for jeannie ...".<br />
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and true to form, he gasped a little, choked up, and cried.<br />
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i think for all of us, facetime didn't make us feel closer. it made us feel more aware of our distance. I was there, but my body wasn't. i couldn't hug them and they couldn't hug me. i couldn't eat dinner with them or hold hands with them. in this instance, "reality" was so much worse than "virtual reality."<br />
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after my dad cried his way through the end of his prayer, my mom, of course, made fun of him a little. I laughed and said don't cry, and then got off the phone as quickly as a could. as soon as i hung up, i crumpled onto my desk and sobbed for a good 5 minutes. uno says dad did the same.<br />
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glad to know that despite the distance, i'm still my father's daughter<br />
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<br /></div>Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-8090304063545972662012-05-03T11:34:00.001-04:002012-05-03T11:37:06.096-04:00life is but a dream<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If I could backtrack a little and share some more New York photos with you, that would be great. I put together an album on Facebook so that my family members could share my photos with their friends, but here are some unpublished ones that I saved just for my blog :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> baby g, helen, chris in the back, and jen eemo</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this photo cracks me up. my cousin paul <br />
looks so crazy awkward holding <br />
baby g, and baby g looks so awkward <br />
being held by paul. hahahaha! love it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">so you might think I'm mean for posting this photo <br />
of my cousin Tom, but this is special because baby G <br />
took this photo of his dad using my camera! <br />
HA! this might just be baby G's first photo,<br />
so of course I need to archive it. who knows, <br />
he might grow up to be a great photographer someday.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">baby G flanked by me and Helen. he was <br />
basically the center of attention during the whole trip</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uno and I leap with joy on the great lawn!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">words cannot express how much i love my cousin helen<br />
this is us at Joe's Shanghai eating soup dumplings</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> i love my sister Uno. this is her on the windy<br />
rooftop of 30 rock! I love her goofy smile in<br />
this photo. miss you so much!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we spent saturday night at <a href="http://newyork.spingalactic.com/" target="_blank">Spin</a>, a pingpong/club/bar <br />
in the Flatiron. it was awesome watching my sister and <br />
her friend Hannah dominated the pingpong table. <br />
nobody could take them down!</td></tr>
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Weeks later, I continue to scroll through these photos and wonder, did that really happen? was it all a dream? sometimes life throws you an experience so rich and delicious, you can't believe your luck. I love my family so much.</div>Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-77425107292014465232012-05-03T11:12:00.001-04:002012-05-03T11:14:38.039-04:00bad photos of an otherwise lovely event<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
so i've been getting some flack for not updating this blog enough and it's true. I've been somewhat delinquent in my posting, primarily because of the whole lot of EVERYTHING happening in my life. but here's a nice little update for you.<br />
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last weekend, chris and I went to my friend eddie's wedding reception. it was a really lovely affair and it was super fun seeing my friend eddie so happy with his new wife, Joo, especially to see him all dressed up in his tux and richie rich hair because .... well, I knew eddie in college when he wore sean john velour sweatsuits and ate chinese take out in his dormroom every night :)<br />
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i have some pretty hilarious stories of times with eddie from college. hey eddie, remember: telling people we were cousins; eating out at max and erma's way too often; eating breakfast at schatz diner way too often; going to the erykah badu concert, waiting effing 2 hours for her to come out, enjoying the show anyways, and then almost crashing your car on the way home because it had snowed; slacking off in statistics class; trying to write a song in the mudge house library and failing completely; eating; eating; eating? damn, we ate so much in college ... kind of gross looking back.<br />
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those days are long gone ... let's hope we never regress to our college diets again. and i dare say, the dude got crazy lucky cause his wife is nice, pretty, smart, and a health nut! good job cuz.<br />
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it was tough to get good photos because the lighting was a little tricky -- so here are some bad photos for you. haha. enjoy!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">chris and i seem to take this same photo before <br />
every wedding we attend! I'm determined that <br />
for the next wedding, I will be in the driver's seat!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">leave it to eddie to have delicious parmesan <br />
french fries at the cocktail reception. I think<br />
I ate about three cones. true story.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the lovely cake!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eddie and Joo. awwww!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chris continues to take awful photos of me. <br />
this was my stank face during his fifth attempt <br />
to capture me not looking a. fat; b. constipated; <br />
c. ridiculous. I take all these awesome photos <br />
of chris and he always takes the worst photos of <br />
me. and look! I still look constipated! sigh.</td></tr>
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despite that last photo, we had a really great time! and what a joy to celebrate an old friend in their new marriage. congrats Eddie and Joo! love you guys!</div>Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-23882134830458359882012-04-30T16:30:00.001-04:002012-04-30T16:30:45.187-04:00perfect love casts out fear<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There’s no dearth of specious, gaseous political rhetoric in this fevered democracy of ours, but one bit of grandstanding that irks me in particular is the occasional portrayal of the city as a dark graveyard for civic virtue stalked by hedonists with no sense of community. </blockquote>
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It’s not the hedonism part I mind. I take that as a compliment. It’s the notion that we urbanites are a less neighborly, respectful sort. </blockquote>
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Quite the opposite. In the city we can’t get away with the kind of rugged individualism on which country dwellers in fact pride themselves. With every subway ride at rush hour and every brave foray into the blessed, cursed mosh pit that is the Fairway on the Upper West Side, we’re forced to cede our ground, to wait our turns, to budge, to bend. </blockquote>
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There’s a contract to urban life, and it’s inked in humility. We agree to sacrifice some of our own will and many of our own whims to what works best for everyone involved. The music is turned down. The poop is scooped. The line isn’t cut. The smartphone is put on silent. </blockquote>
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And we trade away private spaces for public ones, which bring us together—force us together—in a manner that tests and ultimately refines our abilities to get along. While the country dweller has his property and the exurbanite his yard, we in New York have Central Park. </blockquote>
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--<a href="http://bruni.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/04/26/the-citys-verdant-heart/?ref=opinion" target="_blank">Frank Bruni</a> </blockquote>
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</div>Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046802636040379010.post-55023992137887725892012-04-17T14:28:00.002-04:002012-04-17T15:51:56.383-04:00homage to tina fey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">how much do we love Tina Fey? enough to dance in tribute to her in front of 30 rock.<br />
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of course, <a href="http://www.nbc.com/30-rock/video/on-dancing-and-prepping-for-zombies/1393438" target="_blank">no one can do tina better than tina</a>.</div>Jeannie Choihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11442165316937009339noreply@blogger.com2