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I. love. this. word.

zeitgeist. Say it aloud. zeitgeist.

tweet it.

hashtag it.

it’s an awesome word. I don’t remember where or when I first heard it, but I know that if there’s an opportunity to use it, I go for it. Not everyone is sure exactly what it means, though it isn’t too challenging of a word that no one’s ever heard of it or couldn’t decipher its meaning based on context.

Zeitgeist is a word that truly captures how awesome words with cool meanings are, since it means something awesome, and sounds awesome too. zeitgeist itself is awesome. and the word is awesome. and the concept is awesome.

At a time when technology and cultural shifts are so ubiquitous, I find myself integrating this term into casual conversation more often than could be considered normal,which inevitably leads to the conversation shift towards a discussion of the word zeitgeist.

So, say it again. zeitgeist. Now use it. zeitgeist. Now use it tomorrow. and then once more next week. and then always remember to use it always, for it is an AWESOME word.


Keith Partridge– err, David Cassidy.

Last weekend I was invited to/ invited myself to the David Cassidy concert in Boston. I was the only person under 30 at the New England Boomers & Seniors EXPO, but naturally proved my worth and knew more lyrics than half the crowd.

I am in love with David Cassidy. And I am not 56 years old. SORRY I’M NOT SORRY.

When I was in the fourth grade, FOX Family (as it was before it became ABC Family) used to run episodes of The Partridge Family at 6pm. My mother, a tween during prime Keith Partridge David Cassidy TigerBeat days, encouraged my Partridge Family viewing, and I oogled at Laurie’s long locks, and Keith’s… long locks. But I mean, c’mon, look at the way he casually leans on that tree. That lucky tree. Those lucky low-waisted hip-huggin’ bell bottoms.

Scandalous Annie Leibovitz 1972 Rolling Stone Cover

Keith Partridge/ David Cassidy (as they’re OBVS one in the same, as I’m sure he adores) is #ICONIC. period. The Partridge Family show itself was amazing and had everything anyone could ask for in a program. (Though we really could do without that irritating buzz-kill Ruben.) The songs were the best, and along with their lyrical profundity (“This is you–this pillow that I’m huggin’ and I’m kissin'”), they are DAMN CATCHY and I know there were significant months in middle school where the only CDs in my Walkman were The Partridge Family Greatest Hits and Shakira’s Laundry Service (another classic).

“I Woke Up In Love This Morning,” one of my favorite pieces from the Partridge Collection.

David Cassidy was THE ORIGINAL HEARTTHROB. No one of my generation seems to understand this. David Cassidy invented the Justin Bieber JoBro obsessions. David Cassidy DEFINES tween dream.

After years of bonding with my mother over mutually inappropriate affections for this aggressively elder gentleman, one can only imagine the mental orgasm that occurred when I came back to campus my sophomore year of college to discover that “that Dave Cassidy guy’s kid goes to BU now.” *EXTENSIVE PROFESSIONAL FB CREEPING ENSUED* Comically, two dear friends of mine happened to know this infamous “Beau Cassidy” personally, and I sought to know him personally as well.

Three years later, Beau’s band The Fates is #killinit in Boston, and I consider him a dear companion after spending likely too much time explaining my father-fandom and listening to how much genuine talent he has, separate from (and truthfully, far superior than) his Dad’s.

Seeing David Cassidy live was for my fourth grade self, for my mother’s fourth grade self, and for me now, really, because David Cassidy is a charmer that does not and can not fade with time, and he is 61 years old and rocking it on stage and  The Apprentice is for losers, really. SO TAKE THAT, #haterz. #TeamKeith

The Celebrity Apprentice: David Cassidy’s Exit Interview


Drink up some of my faves — Blasts from Tea-Sipping Pasts:

Twix Adoration

Kell on Earth vs. SPINdustry

a ranT






Mad Men adoration


The Boston Globe

I got a call a few weeks back from Beth Teitell, a Boston Globe journalist, who was writing an article about Twitter followers and Klout scores. My name was passed along by Marlo at marlo marketing communications, where I had interned this past fall and successfully positioned myself as that freaky intern who is irrationally obsessed with Twitter.

I spoke with Beth for hours and a bit of our conversation made it into the FRONT PAGE ARTICLE! 🙂 check it out here!

Disclaimers: I barely go on dates period, let alone do I actually real life care about how many followers a person has, please. Also, I don’t know how much as of right now I can stand behind the validity of Klout. They’ve always been very unclear about how scores are calculated and often some user scores seem higher or lower than is logical… #JUSTSAYIN

Hilarious Vid: “Boys Will Be Girls.”

Hilarious video from the NY-based sketch comedy group Harvard Sailing Team about a bunch of guys being girls. It’s incredibly and embarrassingly dead on. Enjoy.


AAAAAAaaaaannnnddddd starting now, I ignore that I haven’t blogged in upwards of 73 days, and play UBER catch-up, blogging anyway about outrageously untimely events that have been on my desktop’s “BLOG ABOUT THIS” stickie since July. Enjoy!

And I’d also like to note my absurd frustration that this Tea Party movement has really kicked off, well after I decided to name my blog after my love for the city of Boston and Alice in Wonderland. ergh.

NYC Restaurant Week(s)

It’s Restaurant Week in New York!

The one, glorious week when over 250 restaurants across the city offer affordable prix fixe menus that showcase the absolute best of the venue! Except New York is EPIC and offers Restaurant Week for 2 weeks, so it becomes Restaurant WeekS so just in case you are too busy, you can BE SURE to indulge in that expensive meatpacking place you’ve been meaning to try. RESTAURANT WEEK IS BRILLIANT!

The Restaurant Week truck was parked at 50th and Broadway for a few days. The truck moves about the city (Midtown & Flatiron), parking from 11:30 – 1:30, offering magical soups at $6.50 from Restaurant Week participants with the menu changing and delicious.

So naturally, Greg, my dear boyfauxriend and I (we keep finding ourselves accidentally on very adorably quintessential New York dates together) made reservations at the meatpacking district’s 5 Ninth. A delicious, hearty, warm, rustic, exposed-brick, crackle-paint type place, the food was too delicious for words! Their restaurant week menu ($35 dinner, $24 lunch) included delights such as a chilled cucumber gazpacho, baby bouchot mussels (the chorizo was SO ESKD!), whole grilled sea bream, truffled mac & cheese (I DIE for truffle oil!), and a brie cheesecake that, for a girl who never liked cheesecake, CHANGED MY LIFE. I love brie, and this cheesecake was SO YUMMY with fuji apple, toasted pecans, and chantilly cream!

It was delicious, and afterwards, Greg and I were too full to function, so we headed to The High Line, which was too cute for words. Had it actually been a real-human date, Greg and I would be happily betrothed by this point.

THEN THE HIGH POINT OF MY LIFE: I checked into The High Line and GOT THE ANDY COHEN BADGE!!! Item number ONE on my summer in New York bucket list: check. Now I’m off to the Met and Bendel’s to try and get this Gossip Girl badge. All in all: very. successful. restaurant week. experience. I look forward to Boston’s much less glorious restaurant week in the spring.