As my célébrité continues to grow at an alarming rate, I find myself inundated with social invitations and formal appearance requests. It often boggles my mind that people expect an on-the-fly response to their invitation. I don’t think they realize the complex social calculations that are involved in drafting and executing someone of my social standing’s calendar. I can’t be expected to compute these equations that fast…do I look like Watson, the IBM supercomputer and …

One of the most exciting parts of joining the professional world: professional e-mail.
In my two years as a somewhat-productive member of the real world, I’ve learned quite a lot WRT e-mails. Consider this the first in a long series of postings about the matter.

No need for pronouns.
You use pronouns in your e-mail? Fool! I’ve learned to talk like this: “Think should do this…” Is this any quicker? No, absolutely not. Because in your brain, you’re …

[I wrote this on November 3, 2010, but forgot to publish it. Meh, it's not that stimulating, but enjoy]:
I’m as pissed as a tea partier at Christine O’Donnell’s Victory Party. Not because of Tuesday night’s election results; they sucked, but whatever, I’m ovah it. Rather, I’m pissed because of the awful election returns coverage.
As soon as I got home, I turned on NBC—it’s no secret that Brian Williams is the most trusted name in news …

The Disney Vault. It could have been a beautiful place: fields of grass, a never-ending chorus of some of our favorite songs, and Bambi’s mother, alive and well and basking in the golden rays of the sun with her beloved son.
But in a cruel kowtow to American capitalism, Disney didn’t choose this path. They close a steal barricade and twist the comically large lock at the end of their commercials: “Get it before it …

It’s no secret that I try to model myself after the celebrity that I no doubt will one day become—whether it be consistently refreshing my wardrobe so I’m not photographed in the same outfit twice or changing my cell phone number every 90 days to protect my privacy, I’m always staying three steps ahead of the paparazzo. So in the midst of this epidemic of celebrity unruliness and misbehavior, it’s refreshing to hear an updated …

Whether it’s giant sink holes unexpectedly deep-throating an entire city block or rogue waves attacking cruise ships, it’s become increasingly clear to me that nature is terrifying (or at least the media’s presentation of it). Every night I make it to bed, I breathe a sigh of relief and count myself a survivor of mother nature’s cruel fury. Hopefully, I can do my part to help you understand the sort of terror that surrounds us …

[I invited my friend Allie to help me write this post, because more so than anyone I know, she values the sort of ruthless efficiency her German ancestors are known for. And because, as a fellow elitist traveler, she enjoys discussing the trials and tribulations that jetsetters like us must endure on a bimonthly-basis. She's blogging in blue; I'm in blogging in green.]
I’m sitting in the airport in Las Vegas at 9PM on a Sunday. …

I’ve already written about how I don’t think it’s productive having celebrities on Twitter—if anything, we need less access into their empty brains. But it’s becoming increasingly clear that C-list celebrities and obscure politicians are using this solely as a tool to find relevance. When no one else cares about their meaningless lives, they can always turn to their tens of followers on Twitter to gently brush their forehead and tell them “@RamonaSinger u dont …

In honor of Ramadan coming to an end this week, I decided to dig up my own experience with Ramadan while studying abroad in Senegal, a Muslim-majority country in Africa. Just a note, in Senegal, the festival of “Eid” is actually called “Korite.” Or so I think; I didn’t really put too much research into it…

Friday, October 20th, 2006: “ChrIslam”, and my experiment in fasting
I decided to give the whole Ramadan/fasting thing a try today. …