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Jan 14, 09 1:55am

I’ll tell you, one of the hardest things about what we’re doing here at NonSociety is balancing the back end work (design, web development, production meetings, editing, ad sales, biz dev) with the front end content, which you read here.

Ideally, we could just work on our lifecasts - but we’re a small business, and when we don’t publish, it isn’t that we’re not doing anything - it’s that we’re doing what it takes to keep this site running.

So if I post a lot of photos, many times it’s because I find it a hell of a lot easier to post a photo than a detailed explanation of the ad-sales package we just pitched, or production meeting we’re having, or two hour web development conference call we just finished.  Plus, there are certain things we just can’t say on here, no matter how much we’d like to!  Many of our deals are confidential, and the hours we spend negotiating them can’t ever be shared.  I’m sorry.

We’ve been working on NonSociety version 1.5 for the past six months, sending designs back and forth with our designer Shane (we went through about 15 iterations, no joke), weekly meetings with our incredible web team, testing the site in dev, making changes, and generally trying to come up with solutions for the myriad problems one runs into with any sort of undertaking (the things that you think should be easy are hard & expensive, the things that you think should be hard & expensive are hard & expensive).

We’ve been working on our ad-sales and sponsors for the past four months - everything from putting together the demographics of who reads this site, to going through ten - yes, TEN - different permutations of our ad-sales deck and corresponding presentation to taking dozens of meetings with marketing executives to putting together packages for our sponsors.  Magazines with circulations less than ours (if you could call our numbers - over 700,000 unique views/month and almost a million pageviews/month - “circulation”) have entire ad-sales teams doing what we do as their FULL TIME job.

Not to mention that every TMIweekly show we do has to be produced - and we’re not only the hosts, but also the producers.  Ask any tv producer for any show how long it takes them to conceptualize, produce, shoot & edit a three minute segment!  You’d be shocked (and maybe even appalled) at the time investment. One of my goals for the next few months is put together a “Day in the Life of” video so you can see what the producers I’ve worked with for years at CNN, Fox, MSNBC, Vh1 have to do - you’ll never watch television the same way again.  It’s not a surprise that many look frazzled/overworked/exhausted constantly.  They work their asses off and get very little credit for what they do.  Not to mention, the better the production, the better the on-air talent looks - not the producers!  Great.  With TMIweekly, we work in conjunction with Next New Networks, but co-production entails a lot of time: we’re responsible for everything from the content to the wardrobe to watching the raw footage and sending in notes to working with our sponsors there (like Degree in December).  All this on a budget the size of FoxNews’ weekly hairspray allowance.

Add that on to writing my Time Out column (which requires meetings with my editor, interviews, plus usually a photoshoot, which I produce - and btw, if you don’t think producing photoshoots is any work, please talk with any photographer or art director), the speaking engagements I do, the PR and interviews, the tv segments (I still film them, about twice a week.  I have one tomorrow, actually), and the extraneous writing (I’m contracted to write an introduction for a book that was due a week ago, I do various mag pieces, like the Cosmo article last month, which required at least three edits), plus covering at least one major event a month (like CES, or Fashion Week, which I cover for Time Out New York, and which we’ve been planning since last November), and, yes, responding to my 5,312 (that’s the EXACT number in my inbox at this current moment) reader emails … well.  It’s a miracle I EVER post on this lifecast.

I don’t know how much you know about the internal workings of magazines, but most publications our size (with the number of readers we have, that is) have staffs of 40-50 or more.  Seriously.  I knew little of marketing until a year ago. I knew nothing about ad-sales until six months ago.  I didn’t know about decks or demographics or sponsorship packages.  Like most writers, I was happily ignorant of the whole “how does my publication actually MAKE MONEY off this crap I type late at night” part.

And although I had programmed my own website (in HTML, don’t get overexcited) when I was a freshman in college, this entire year has been a huge crash course in the realities of web development.  I remember having absolutely no tolerance for any problems with websites I visited.  In fact, when Jakob and I started dating, he would ask me for feedback on Vimeo, and I used to draw up long lists of detailed fixes and then get pissed when they weren’t implemented immediately.  Oh, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA (ironic laughter).  I was sweetly, but idiotically naive.  I could write an entire essay on how my eyes have been opened, but I’ll sum it up like this: designing a navigable website isn’t always as quick ‘n easy as you would like/hope/expect.  That’s just the way things are!  Nothing to cry about, but you stop being a perfectionist REAL fast.  Not to mention, magazines (and other websites) also have huge design teams whose entire job is to think about how the site looks and feels and reads and functions. We just have us.

That, of course, is what startups are all about.  The whole, “if you want it done, you gotta do it yourself” mentality isn’t a bad one to adopt, especially if you want to learn, and learn fast.  Startups are all about learning on the job, and that’s what Meghan, Mary, Megan and I have done in the last year.  Whenever we think back to our very first brainstorming sessions, back in March of last year, we can’t stop laughing, because we clearly had no clue what we were getting ourselves into.  Of course!  How could we??  Every entrepreneur says that - but they also say what I’m about to say next: I’ve never been more proud of any year of my life, ever.  We’ve worked our asses off, and learned a LOT.

And I’m sorry that much of that hasn’t been recorded on this lifecast.  Mostly that’s just due to sheer time constraints - I only have so much of it.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve felt totally and utterly overwhelmed in the last year and thought, “WHY CAN’T I JUST SIT HERE AND JUST WRITE, DAMNIT?!?!”   But that, alas, is not how one runs a business.

We’re going to try to include more of this part of our lives in the future.  Maybe not today, and maybe not next week, but we’ll figure it out.

Until then, thanks for learning alongside of us, and understanding that we’re trying to balance a lot right now.  We are incredibly blessed to have you as readers, and don’t think we don’t know it.

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Dec 24, 08 6:00am
A year ago, I was sitting at this exact same seat (at the counter in my parents’ kitchen) playing Apologize over and over (uh, and not randomly. Listen to the lyrics).  Despite insistences that I was “fine, no really I’m fine. I’M GREAT!”, the truth is, I wasn’t fine.  I was far, far, far from fine.
What a difference a year - and two amazing women - makes.  I thought about this when I received the following email from a distraught reader:
From: [redacted]Date: December 17, 2008 7:38:17 AM ESTTo: Julia AllisonSubject: on a bus from phillyI’m on a bus from Philly with about 30 minutes left on my stinky laptop and I do not have the slightest idea what to think or how to feel. I think this is what people call shock. It’s never happened to me so I do not recognize the symptoms. Oh, I’m the girl who emailed you about her and her boyfriend who lives in Philly and making it work with the economy and all. I do not know why I am telling you this but I just found out that he has been cheating on me since August. I am completely numb. Perhaps I am sharing to let you know, which I am sure you know already, that men suck. I put everything into this relationship and now after 4 years of being together, I am alone. I thought we would end up together in some modern loft in the city while he went to med school and I in online media. I do not know if this is the worst part but she is ugly as sin. I am much prettier than her. He said it was because he was able to talk to her about sports and med school madness. But it has to be more than that. I just don’t get it. I feel like someone has taken out my heart and twisted it into knots. Like someone took my future and ripped it out from underneath me. Anytime I feel blue I read your blog. It makes me hopeful and gives me some serious LOL’s at the office. I know it sounds weird but I feel like you are the only blogger that’s human. Everyone writes in hopes of creating this online persona that fits their expectations. But your blog is real. There are sad, goofy, challenging and hilarious times on your blog and I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate it.
Here’s what I wrote back to her:
From: Julia AllisonDate: December 20, 2008 10:35:28 PM ESTTo: [redacted]Subject: Re: on a bus from phillyOh, C, sweetheart … I read this email on Thursday, before I met Meghan out for her birthday, and when I got there, I told her about it.  I don’t know if you know, but Meghan went through The Worst Breakup Ever last year - she walked in on the guy she was madly in love with fucking another woman.  He’d been cheating on her for months, but she didn’t want to see the signs.  I’ve seen this happen so many times - life taps you on the shoulder, first softly, then a bit harder, then, if you continue to refuse to listen, life punches you in the face.  Life definitely punched Meghan in the face.  She totally fell apart.  I mean, totally.  TOTALLY.  The girl spent months on people’s couches, crying.  And then, slowly, slowly, she started putting herself back together.A year and a half later, she’s happier than she’s ever been - and, yeah, she’s a better person for what she went through.That said, when I told her about you, we both looked at each other like, “oh fuck.”  Because, as you probably suspect - and no one likes to acknowledge this - it’s going to fucking hurt like a bitch for a long time.  That’s just the truth.  When Jakob dumped me last December and proceeded to fuck another girl within weeks, I lost it.  I was in more pain than I thought possible - I couldn’t eat, I could barely breathe.  I was nauseous for weeks.  And the thing that drove me crazier than anything?  When people expected me to JUST GET OVER IT within a month.  Well, I didn’t.  In fact, I grieved for quite some time - on and off for months, actually.  I shut down emotionally for even longer.You know what I wish people had said to me?  It’s okay to hurt.  It’s okay.  Forgive yourself.  Forgive yourself for being disappointed and disillusioned and angry and sad and forgive yourself for crying and for screaming and for hating him and forgive yourself for still loving him.  Forgive yourself for hurting.  You must forgive yourself, or you’ll never be able to move on.Know that you will move on.  It will hurt, but it will get better.  I promise it will get better.  See, that’s the amazing thing about our hearts.  They can be smashed, absolutely crushed, just decimated - and then, with the proper care, they DO heal.  They’ll never be like they were - anyone over the age of 17 has scar tissue on their heart - but damnit if they don’t still work.  You will love again, and this time it will be on your terms.  And one day - after months of pain - you’ll wake up and realize, “HOLY SHIT … I’m happy.”Promise me you’ll take care of yourself, bunny.And keep in touch.Merry Christmas sweetie,j
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As for me? I’ve woken up every morning for the last ten days and thought “Holy shit, I’m happy” - and yes, with absolutely no men in my life.
I’m so thankful for this little life I’ve created … it’s not perfect, but it’s mine.

A year ago, I was sitting at this exact same seat (at the counter in my parents’ kitchen) playing Apologize over and over (uh, and not randomly. Listen to the lyrics).  Despite insistences that I was “fine, no really I’m fine. I’M GREAT!”, the truth is, I wasn’t fine.  I was far, far, far from fine.

What a difference a year - and two amazing women - makes.  I thought about this when I received the following email from a distraught reader:

From: [redacted]
Date: December 17, 2008 7:38:17 AM EST
To: Julia Allison
Subject: on a bus from philly

I’m on a bus from Philly with about 30 minutes left on my stinky laptop and I do not have the slightest idea what to think or how to feel. I think this is what people call shock. It’s never happened to me so I do not recognize the symptoms. Oh, I’m the girl who emailed you about her and her boyfriend who lives in Philly and making it work with the economy and all. I do not know why I am telling you this but I just found out that he has been cheating on me since August. I am completely numb.

Perhaps I am sharing to let you know, which I am sure you know already, that men suck. I put everything into this relationship and now after 4 years of being together, I am alone. I thought we would end up together in some modern loft in the city while he went to med school and I in online media. I do not know if this is the worst part but she is ugly as sin. I am much prettier than her. He said it was because he was able to talk to her about sports and med school madness. But it has to be more than that. I just don’t get it.

I feel like someone has taken out my heart and twisted it into knots. Like someone took my future and ripped it out from underneath me.

Anytime I feel blue I read your blog. It makes me hopeful and gives me some serious LOL’s at the office. I know it sounds weird but I feel like you are the only blogger that’s human. Everyone writes in hopes of creating this online persona that fits their expectations. But your blog is real. There are sad, goofy, challenging and hilarious times on your blog and I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate it.

Here’s what I wrote back to her:

From: Julia Allison
Date: December 20, 2008 10:35:28 PM EST
To: [redacted]
Subject: Re: on a bus from philly


Oh, C, sweetheart … I read this email on Thursday, before I met Meghan out for her birthday, and when I got there, I told her about it.  I don’t know if you know, but Meghan went through The Worst Breakup Ever last year - she walked in on the guy she was madly in love with fucking another woman.  He’d been cheating on her for months, but she didn’t want to see the signs.  I’ve seen this happen so many times - life taps you on the shoulder, first softly, then a bit harder, then, if you continue to refuse to listen, life punches you in the face.  Life definitely punched Meghan in the face.  She totally fell apart.  I mean, totally.  TOTALLY.  The girl spent months on people’s couches, crying.  And then, slowly, slowly, she started putting herself back together.

A year and a half later, she’s happier than she’s ever been - and, yeah, she’s a better person for what she went through.

That said, when I told her about you, we both looked at each other like, “oh fuck.”  Because, as you probably suspect - and no one likes to acknowledge this - it’s going to fucking hurt like a bitch for a long time.  That’s just the truth.  When Jakob dumped me last December and proceeded to fuck another girl within weeks, I lost it.  I was in more pain than I thought possible - I couldn’t eat, I could barely breathe.  I was nauseous for weeks.  And the thing that drove me crazier than anything?  When people expected me to JUST GET OVER IT within a month.  Well, I didn’t.  In fact, I grieved for quite some time - on and off for months, actually.  I shut down emotionally for even longer.

You know what I wish people had said to me?  It’s okay to hurt.  It’s okay.  Forgive yourself.  Forgive yourself for being disappointed and disillusioned and angry and sad and forgive yourself for crying and for screaming and for hating him and forgive yourself for still loving him.  Forgive yourself for hurting.  You must forgive yourself, or you’ll never be able to move on.

Know that you will move on.  It will hurt, but it will get better.  I promise it will get better.  See, that’s the amazing thing about our hearts.  They can be smashed, absolutely crushed, just decimated - and then, with the proper care, they DO heal.  They’ll never be like they were - anyone over the age of 17 has scar tissue on their heart - but damnit if they don’t still work.  You will love again, and this time it will be on your terms.  And one day - after months of pain - you’ll wake up and realize, “HOLY SHIT … I’m happy.”

Promise me you’ll take care of yourself, bunny.

And keep in touch.

Merry Christmas sweetie,
j

———

As for me? I’ve woken up every morning for the last ten days and thought “Holy shit, I’m happy” - and yes, with absolutely no men in my life.

I’m so thankful for this little life I’ve created … it’s not perfect, but it’s mine.

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Nov 11, 08 4:59am

So, we’re shooting six (!!) episodes of TMI today, and one of them is on … MEETING THE PARENTS.

That is, both him meeting yours and you meeting his.

I was trying to think of creative tips for such fraught occasions, but the ones I came up with weren’t terribly original (let’s just put it this way: #2 reads “One Word: Turtlenecks.”  Although, actually, that IS really good advice.  No parent in the history of the world has ever said “I hated her!  Too much fabric over her boobs!”)

Anyway.  As I was thinking about this subject, I realized a shocking fact: I haven’t introduced a guy to my parents since ALEX, who I dated over two years and FIVE relationships ago.  Wow.  I’ve never thought of myself as terribly - well, let’s just call it “Family Reticent” - but I guess I am.  (To be fair, Jakob had a plane ticket to Chicago when he dumped me.  So.  He would have met them.)

Part of the reason is that (for the past 2.5 yrs) I’ve been the Queen of the 4-6 month relationship, which is right on the cusp, in my experience, of when you start to think about Meeting the Parents.  If you stay on until 8 months, you’ll definitely meet them.  But if it sinks before the half-year mark, there’s a very good chance you’ll just miss Level MTP.

I’ve also found - at least as far as my parents are concerned - that I need to do significant prep work pre-meet if I want them to actually like my bf.  They LOVED my ex-fiance, partly because he was the quintessential “Bring Home to Mom” good guy (and a lawyer, which made them happy), but also because the kid I dated before him, Trustfund James, was a complete and unmitigated parental nightmare. Oh, relativity.

It works both ways, though.  The guy I dated after my ex-fiance was Alex, who is an absolute angel and to this day, the best relationship I’ve ever had.  Yet my parents were very, very slow to warm up to him (“My heart’s been broken once,” said my mother, in reference to the demise of my engagement. “I can’t take it again!”), which had nothing to do with him per se.  It took them a solid year and a half to begin liking him, but by the time we hit two and a half years, they were huge fans.  Just in time for us to break up.  Sigh.

Right.  So.  Where was I?

Oh, yes.  Do you have any advice?  Any stories?  Any thoughts on the subject?  Either introducing him to yours, or being introduced to his?

ESPECIALLY send the advice.

Looking forward to reading them!  Julia@NonSociety.com … before noon, please!

xoxo

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Oct 04, 08 4:02am
Correcting the completely inane Details “Flow-Chart,” which even a CURSORY fact-check would have rendered unprintable.
Arrington and I have NEVER, EVER dated.  That is fucking disgusting.  We abhor each other - and most everyone who knows us, knows this.
Pete Cashmore and I have posed in several photographs together, but I wouldn’t call us “friends.”  We’re barely acquaintances. And Jakob, Charles & David are all good friends, which most people know, but wasn’t mentioned.
Randi Zuckerberg and Meghan and I ARE genuinely friends, which, of course, was not noted.  And although friendly, I think it would be inaccurate and an overstatement to call myself friends with her brother.
Meghan and I are VERY good friends with both Caroline McCarthy & David Karp, which wasn’t noted there, oddly, as it’s well-documented and anyone with a passing familiarity with “google” or “our blogs” could have figured that out by the 800 photos we’ve posted of each other over the last year.
We’re also friendly with Jason Calacanis, who is, by the way, not really a rival of Charles Forman’s - their public comments about the other being a douchebag is posturing they both do as a meta joke, which either would readily admit to, given the chance.
In the article (not in this chart), the “reporter” alleged that I dated Jakob Lodwick in 2006 (um, no, I didn’t even know him then, we dated in 2007) and Kevin Rose “years ago” (I dated him for about five seconds earlier this year).  Both of those instances are RETARDEDLY well-documented.  I mean, really???  HOW SLOPPY CAN YOU GET?!
Finally, the reporter used MYSPACE to determine my age as “26,” incorrectly, of course.  I’m 27.  That’s ridiculously easy to find out from any reputable source, or, if she were confused, she could have - gasp! - sent me an email. It’s not as if I’m difficult to reach.
You know, none of this (except the Arrington bullshit) really matters to me or affects my life. BUT WHAT IF IT DID??  And this magazine - not a blog, I might add, with an excuse like “we’re just a blog! No one believes any of it anyway!” - but an actual print magazine, owned by Conde Nast - didn’t even BOTHER to do the most BASIC and EASY of fact-checks?!?
Seriously?  Shame on them.

Correcting the completely inane Details “Flow-Chart,” which even a CURSORY fact-check would have rendered unprintable.

  1. Arrington and I have NEVER, EVER dated.  That is fucking disgusting.  We abhor each other - and most everyone who knows us, knows this.
  2. Pete Cashmore and I have posed in several photographs together, but I wouldn’t call us “friends.”  We’re barely acquaintances. And Jakob, Charles & David are all good friends, which most people know, but wasn’t mentioned.
  3. Randi Zuckerberg and Meghan and I ARE genuinely friends, which, of course, was not noted.  And although friendly, I think it would be inaccurate and an overstatement to call myself friends with her brother.
  4. Meghan and I are VERY good friends with both Caroline McCarthy & David Karp, which wasn’t noted there, oddly, as it’s well-documented and anyone with a passing familiarity with “google” or “our blogs” could have figured that out by the 800 photos we’ve posted of each other over the last year.
  5. We’re also friendly with Jason Calacanis, who is, by the way, not really a rival of Charles Forman’s - their public comments about the other being a douchebag is posturing they both do as a meta joke, which either would readily admit to, given the chance.
  6. In the article (not in this chart), the “reporter” alleged that I dated Jakob Lodwick in 2006 (um, no, I didn’t even know him then, we dated in 2007) and Kevin Rose “years ago” (I dated him for about five seconds earlier this year).  Both of those instances are RETARDEDLY well-documented.  I mean, really???  HOW SLOPPY CAN YOU GET?!
  7. Finally, the reporter used MYSPACE to determine my age as “26,” incorrectly, of course.  I’m 27.  That’s ridiculously easy to find out from any reputable source, or, if she were confused, she could have - gasp! - sent me an email. It’s not as if I’m difficult to reach.

You know, none of this (except the Arrington bullshit) really matters to me or affects my life. BUT WHAT IF IT DID??  And this magazine - not a blog, I might add, with an excuse like “we’re just a blog! No one believes any of it anyway!” - but an actual print magazine, owned by Conde Nast - didn’t even BOTHER to do the most BASIC and EASY of fact-checks?!?

Seriously?  Shame on them.

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Jan 02, 08 6:26pm

I just liveblogged at Gawker, and I had forgotten how things can spin out of control. If I have one main flaw - and I know, I know, I have many - it’s that I speak before I think.  A lot.

I answered a question honestly when I should have said, sorry, this stuff is off limits. “Off limits” would be a good concept for me to consider in the rest of my life right about now.  In any case, I am truly sorry for opening this Pandora’s Box.

I didn’t intend to hurt Jakob.  I love him, and I want him to be happy.

I’m sorry. 

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Dec 20, 07 12:22pm
Almost one year ago, exactly - New Years in Capetown, South Africa.
I’ve started going through 2007 to make what was supposed to be a sort of video-xmas card, and I have to say, I’m blown away - I never, ever would have believed this could all happen in ONE calendar year.
I travelled to:
- Capetown for new years
- Miami for the superbowl
- St. Barth’s for a billionaire’s birthday party
- LA to see an actor I was dating
- DC for the White House Correspondent’s Dinner
- St. Lucia for a resort vacation/press trip
- Milan & Lake Como with a British guy I was seeing
- San Francisco & LA with Meghan
- Chicago (multiple times) to see my family
- Colorado for a wedding
- Santa Barbara for a wedding
- Dominican Republic for the DR international film festival
I also managed to catch:
Musicals: Mamma Mia (with Cristina), Xanadu (with Mary), Les Mis (with Krystal), Hairspray (with Rachel), the Grinch (with Jakob), The Met’s opera Romeo & Juliet (with Dr. Bobby), Shakesphere in the Park’s Romeo & Juliet (with my mom), my first Yankees game (with my college roommate), my first Knicks game (on a date), The Rockettes (with my college roommate), the Alvin Ailey dance company (with Meghan), Time 100 Most Influential People dinner (with Rachel), Cosmo’s 50 Hottest Bachelor’s Party (with Mary), the Tribeca Film Festival (with Via), September’s New York Fashion Week (with everyone!).  It’s difficult to count exactly, but I went out with at least ten guys, although five made more of an impression than the others: DZ, MV, JM, LB, JL.  I moved to a brand new apartment for the first time in two years, and I got my puppy Lilly/Marshmallow back from my mom’s - finally!
I also did over 230 television appearances, including FoxNews, MSNBC, CNN, Headline News, E!, Fox, CBS, NBC, Fox Business, G4 network, Fuse and some random network that only airs in Japan.  I posted more than 100 homemade videos to Vimeo, including half a dozen original lip dubs (The Little Mermaid and Annie being my favorites).    I managed to worm my way into stories in the New York Times, NY magazine, NY Observer, NY Post, NY Press, CNET, a Jersey pub called Hometown Quarterly, a British pub called Quintessentially, a few dozen posts on some blog named “Gawker,” a post here and there on Valleywag, Jossip, and an infamous video on Techcrunch (thanks Sarah Myers!) - all while writing a weekly column first for AM New York (until March) and then for Time Out New York (starting in May), publishing my columns on the front page of Yahoo (starting in Oct) AND working for Star since late June.
That’s just the stuff I can think of off the top of my head.
Not so bad for 12 months, eh?

Almost one year ago, exactly - New Years in Capetown, South Africa.

I’ve started going through 2007 to make what was supposed to be a sort of video-xmas card, and I have to say, I’m blown away - I never, ever would have believed this could all happen in ONE calendar year.

I travelled to:

- Capetown for new years

- Miami for the superbowl

- St. Barth’s for a billionaire’s birthday party

- LA to see an actor I was dating

- DC for the White House Correspondent’s Dinner

- St. Lucia for a resort vacation/press trip

- Milan & Lake Como with a British guy I was seeing

- San Francisco & LA with Meghan

- Chicago (multiple times) to see my family

- Colorado for a wedding

- Santa Barbara for a wedding

- Dominican Republic for the DR international film festival

I also managed to catch:

Musicals: Mamma Mia (with Cristina), Xanadu (with Mary), Les Mis (with Krystal), Hairspray (with Rachel), the Grinch (with Jakob), The Met’s opera Romeo & Juliet (with Dr. Bobby), Shakesphere in the Park’s Romeo & Juliet (with my mom), my first Yankees game (with my college roommate), my first Knicks game (on a date), The Rockettes (with my college roommate), the Alvin Ailey dance company (with Meghan), Time 100 Most Influential People dinner (with Rachel), Cosmo’s 50 Hottest Bachelor’s Party (with Mary), the Tribeca Film Festival (with Via), September’s New York Fashion Week (with everyone!). It’s difficult to count exactly, but I went out with at least ten guys, although five made more of an impression than the others: DZ, MV, JM, LB, JL. I moved to a brand new apartment for the first time in two years, and I got my puppy Lilly/Marshmallow back from my mom’s - finally!

I also did over 230 television appearances, including FoxNews, MSNBC, CNN, Headline News, E!, Fox, CBS, NBC, Fox Business, G4 network, Fuse and some random network that only airs in Japan. I posted more than 100 homemade videos to Vimeo, including half a dozen original lip dubs (The Little Mermaid and Annie being my favorites). I managed to worm my way into stories in the New York Times, NY magazine, NY Observer, NY Post, NY Press, CNET, a Jersey pub called Hometown Quarterly, a British pub called Quintessentially, a few dozen posts on some blog named “Gawker,” a post here and there on Valleywag, Jossip, and an infamous video on Techcrunch (thanks Sarah Myers!) - all while writing a weekly column first for AM New York (until March) and then for Time Out New York (starting in May), publishing my columns on the front page of Yahoo (starting in Oct) AND working for Star since late June.

That’s just the stuff I can think of off the top of my head.

Not so bad for 12 months, eh?

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Dec 18, 07 10:29am
Noah shoots Julia at Russian Tea Room. — jakoblodwick Mary instructed me in no uncertain terms to wear a color OTHER than red (I wanted to wear red! for the holidays!!) because, she said, “it would be like ‘Where’s Waldo?’”  I took her advice (“just wear that black DVF skirt!”), mostly due to her threat that “I won’t be friends with you anymore if I hear you wore red!!”  I think she was joking, but Mary takes fashion very seriously, so I didn’t want to find out.  hahah  :)BTW, yes, Jakob was at the shoot, but only to film a lip dub (it’s a surprise!)  I still care about him, but he is not my boyfriend.  I am single!   And that’s all I’m going to say about it.

Noah shoots Julia at Russian Tea Room. — jakoblodwick

Mary instructed me in no uncertain terms to wear a color OTHER than red (I wanted to wear red! for the holidays!!) because, she said, “it would be like ‘Where’s Waldo?’” I took her advice (“just wear that black DVF skirt!”), mostly due to her threat that “I won’t be friends with you anymore if I hear you wore red!!” I think she was joking, but Mary takes fashion very seriously, so I didn’t want to find out. hahah :)

BTW, yes, Jakob was at the shoot, but only to film a lip dub (it’s a surprise!) I still care about him, but he is not my boyfriend.  I am single!  And that’s all I’m going to say about it.

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Nov 30, 07 3:00pm

Vay-what?

Julia Allison:
Today on CNN I pronounced Darth Vadar's name wrong. I thought it was Darth Vay-DAR and apparently it's Darth Vay-DER.
Jeff Bercovici:
you did not
Julia Allison:
I didn't know that. Does everyone know that?
Jeff Bercovici:
ha! did they make fun of you?
Julia Allison:
yes.
Julia Allison:
I don't get it! I've been pronouncing it Vay-DAR for ... years!
Jeff Bercovici:
this must be one of those things that Jakob like educating you about, like radiohead
Julia Allison:
well Jakob didn't get a chance. CNN did.
Jeff Bercovici:
oh well, of all the gaps in one's knowledge to get called out on...
Jeff Bercovici:
you can always claim you are above that stuff

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Nov 29, 07 5:57pm
Annamarie and I are going to dinner!PS. For those of you who are trying to figure out who knows who and how, Annamarie is Ricky’s girlfriend of 10 months.  She met him because her roommate works at CollegeHumor.  Ricky is the founder of CollegeHumor, along with Josh, Jakob and Zach.  Connected Ventures (aka “CV”) is the name of the parent company they set up, to hold the three companies they own: CollegeHumor, Busted Tees, and Jakob’s baby, Vimeo.  Got it?!  Good.

Annamarie and I are going to dinner!

PS. For those of you who are trying to figure out who knows who and how, Annamarie is Ricky’s girlfriend of 10 months.  She met him because her roommate works at CollegeHumor. Ricky is the founder of CollegeHumor, along with Josh, Jakob and Zach. Connected Ventures (aka “CV”) is the name of the parent company they set up, to hold the three companies they own: CollegeHumor, Busted Tees, and Jakob’s baby, Vimeo.  Got it?! Good.

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Nov 29, 07 12:32pm
I love this photo, taken by Justin yesterday in Jakob’s offices, expressing mock outrage at our “Flaming Buttholes” cover story.

I love this photo, taken by Justin yesterday in Jakob’s offices, expressing mock outrage at our “Flaming Buttholes” cover story.

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Nov 29, 07 1:28am
Banana Starfish — via jakoblodwickJakob took this photo of me at his office tonight around 7 pm … Anyone notice I like wearing bright colors?  This shirt is from the classy boutique Strawberry.  Cause that is how I roll. 

Banana Starfish — via jakoblodwick

Jakob took this photo of me at his office tonight around 7 pm … Anyone notice I like wearing bright colors?  This shirt is from the classy boutique Strawberry.  Cause that is how I roll. 

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Nov 25, 07 5:50pm
Who WOULDN’T want to mail their bills with this face?!?!Update - Now YOU TOO can own Jakob Lodwick postage.  Buy here!  Makes a great Christmas gift for all the Jakob Lodwick Lovers in your life! From Zazzle.com

Who WOULDN’T want to mail their bills with this face?!?!

Update - Now YOU TOO can own Jakob Lodwick postage. Buy here! Makes a great Christmas gift for all the Jakob Lodwick Lovers in your life!

From Zazzle.com

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Nov 04, 07 6:05pm

Here, so you don’t even have to click on the link, is the text of “our” portion of the story.  Given that the article starts out describing a Twitter almost-suicide, I think the inclusion of our mini-breakup is … ummm … perhaps a bit random.  But hey!  What do I know, I don’t write for the Times. 

Another couple that has shared its breakups with the online world are Jakob Lodwick and Julia Allison, often via Tumblr. Mr. Lodwick, 26, who is the founder of Vimeo, a video sharing site, said that exposing his life had practical value.

“For example, if I get in a fight with Julia, I’ll take a picture of her with my iPhone and send it to my Tumblr with the caption, ‘She is mad at me,’” he wrote in an e-mail message. “This saves me from catching up one-on-one with my friends and family. They just know we had a fight. So next time I talk to them directly, they are already caught up with me, and the conversation picks up from there.”

Mr. Lodwick, who earlier in his short career was a founder of the successful Web site College Humor, and Ms. Allison, a dating columnist for Time Out New York, both chronicle their turbulent relationship on personal blogs and elsewhere online. The media gossip site Gawker is addicted to the soap opera, which the couple appear to stoke for their own self-promotion. “Some people follow us as fans,” Mr. Lodwick noted. “I guess people like stories.” 

PS. I’ve never used Twitter, and frankly, I think it’s weird. I mean, a grown woman is quoted as saying “You watch what we tweet … you also know that if you really need help, you are just a tweet away from it.” That’s just … a little loopy. I mean, I like sending in random photos from my cell to Tumblr, but christ, I don’t take it so seriously. If you really need help, shouldn’t you call your mom or something??

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