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Aug. 14th, 2008

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Let's Start a New York Poker Game!

I'm thinking about starting an every-other-week sissy poker (No Limit Texas Hold 'Em) game in New York City. I'm enjoying poker too much not to play it, and also enjoy it so much that I'm worried I'll play too much of it on my computer, as if I'm not already among the most hermitic grad student in Manhattan. And I've made 200,000 fake dollars after starting with 1,000 fake dollars at the beginning of the summer on the Internet.

People who absolutely must be involved, and if you're a New Yorker who isn't mentioned and you want to join in, speak up for yourself.

Optimally, we'd revolve locations, and will be happy to host, but perhaps not every two weeks.
- Nehemiah, because you're enthusiastic and delightful especially when you learn new things, and I think you will love this new thing. It helps that you live nearby.
- Rebecca, because I know you've got the poker bug, and you're delightful and I never see you.
- Josh Wand, because you are also delightful and I also never see you, though I have no recollection of how you feel about poker.
- Amy and Casi, both because the latter now works at Columbia, you're accessible, and because you'd be good at it (possibly even too good at it).

It occurs to me that I don't know: Is it actually illegal to play poker for money in New York City? My experience playing Benny Southstreet in Guys and Dolls suggests it may be. Are we leaving ourselves open to trouble by doing it in lounges or conference rooms at the university? I'm happy to host it sometimes, but it might make sense to have some variety of venue. (For the enlightenment of any agents of law enforcement who may be reading, obviously I have NEVER played poker in public, if we're to assume it's illegal.)

Interest? Jonathan, I'm scared to ask you at this juncture because you're totally going to be the guy who shows up and take everybody's money, which is what two guys I didn't know well did when they came to my first poker party.

Emily
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Jul. 3rd, 2008

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On Being A Man

I have moved into my little brother's room for my weekend at home while I play nursemaid, so that Mom's visiting sister can take advantage of my larger bedroom that's closer to the bathroom. It is funny to know a room pretty well but to seldom consider the details, like this one, the one that has been my brother's since age 3. Clearly no one else in the household is any more familiar with the little parts that make up my brother's room. For his part, he seems to be suffering from horrible indifference. Because for God's sakes, if you're a 16-year-old boy and you're using the trash can that belonged to your older sister from kindergarten through 4th grade, the time has come to stand your ground and demand a replacement.



Emily

P.S. His ceiling is also painted sky blue with clouds on it.
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Jul. 1st, 2008

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what is this strange confusion that ails my aching eyes

Scarce sleep in the last few days; a pleasant purgatory in three different airports, a rash of early flights that suited our cheapskate budgets. A pre-wedding picnic in Mingo Park in Delaware, OH. A fortuitous discovery of the annual hippie fair in downtown Columbus, where dog-wielding lesbians feasted on cart food and signed up for co-ops while the music of 6 different bands blared. That evening, the wedding in the bride's backyard, which is actually a vast cornfield owned by her farmer father. I had never seen Ohio, nor so much sky at one time, and never that many fireflies or for such a distance. My friend Pete, the groom and my State House partner in crime, choked through sobs as he was prompted through his vows by his minister father who performed the ceremony. I recited the prayers from memory, as they were the ones I said myself growing up in the Episcopalian church. We partied until 1 a.m. At the reception afterward, Pete and I danced to the Mary J. Blige song that we first heard when it was done, karaoke-style, by a disheveled 60-year-old man with a boom box in the Park Street station 2 years ago. On Sunday, Emmanuel and I drove through the night and day to have a happy dinner interlude with his 96-year-old grandfather, who intentionally neglected to tell us he was taking us to a fancy restaurant so that he could be the best-dressed at the table. While Emmanuel fixed his grandfather's computer, I went through 5 of George Schanzer's meticulous photo albums and watched my boyfriend and his family move through the years. Emmanuel and I drove into the sunset through America's bread basket, talking about (world) politics and (personal) anxieties.

I sit now at my parent's house in Concord. We leave for the hospital in 25 minutes for Mom's hysterectomy. Last week, she learned also that she may have breast cancer -- unrelated, but far more likely to be serious than the uterine cancer. Just now, she called out to me from her dressing area, where she was brushing her hair. She reminded me to bring a book so that I wouldn't be bored.

I kissed her forehead before saying good night last night; there was a familiar smell from her hair, and the unpleasantly new tang of Gatorade that has been her sole sustenance in the 24 hours prior to surgery. I have borrowed her copy of a A Year in Provence. She is going to be okay, I promise her silently.

Emily

Jun. 27th, 2008

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Giggity Giggity

I am in Columbus, Ohio right now. I will be here until Monday. Everyone is incredibly polite. My friend is getting married. I enjoy the food. The Internet needed to know.

Emily
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Jun. 26th, 2008

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Shippin' Up to Boston

Tuesday night: Stuffed myself with hot dogs and Papelbon's awesome at the Red Sox game. The brief violent thunderstorm prior to the game scared away many of the wealthy season ticket holders, allowing us to sneak into two amazing seats right behind home plate. We came from behind late in the game to beat the Diamondbacks.

Last night: Attended a most agreeable neighborhood cocktail party with Mayor Menino. He kept us well plied with crab cakes, shrimp, and incomprehensible speeches about keeping the streets in our neighborhood safe. I think he might have liked me.

I never expected to love this city so much. I expected to fly this coop long ago, but I keep coming back somehow. Someone's trying to tell me something.

(The boyfriend who plies me with limitless affection and delicious home-cooked food doesn't hurt.)

Emily
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Jun. 23rd, 2008

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On Hardly Even Knowing Her

It's happened: I'm obsessed with online poker (no limit Texas Hold 'Em). I'm only doing play money, though the program I use gives you the option of betting real money if you're into that sort of thing. I used pokerstars.com. You have to register and give them a home address (no need to be truthful). I've found no spam or adverse effects in the week that I've had it and it's insanely fun.

I think you should download the pokerstars.com program and play with me. Even if you're new, you can keep refilling your fake money three times an hour even if you lose it all. So come and learn with me.

Poll #1209476 Poker
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

Is it your intention to register for online poker?

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Yes
8 (38.1%)

No
12 (57.1%)

I abstain because Emily is the most obsessive and insane person ever
3 (14.3%)



Emily

Jun. 20th, 2008

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Basics

For journal newbies, those with confusion about the basics of my life, and my own archival purposes:

1. First Name: Emily.

2. Age: 25.

3. Location: For this summer, Boston (the neighborhood of Savin Hill in Dorchester). For the past school year and the coming one, New York City (Upper West Side).

4. Occupation: Grad student. I just finished my first of 2 years at Columbia University School of International and Public Affairs. Will be done in May 2009.

5. Partner: Emmanuel, who drops by occasionally as [info]wtfulikethecure. (He's the least LiveJournal-oriented of literally any partner I've ever had, though I find that the separation actually has its advantages.) He is a hippie mad scientist who's doing his doctorate in education at Harvard. He is a brilliant teacher, a talented and creative cook, possibly the best male dancer I know, generous and adventurous, skilled with anything handy or fix-it-y, and everything you could ever want in a techno-geek. He's a minor celebrity in the area; whenever we go in Boston, we run into someone he knows, either a former student or one of his many collaborators or employees in the compute science curriculum that he designs and runs all over the state. Yes, I am really into him. Our relationship had a nebulous start date, but we've been together for a little under 2 years. He's the first partner I've ever had with whom I've broken up for a significant period of time in the middle of the relationship, but it was actually one of the most mature and correct decisions I've ever made. Since getting back together, we've been more appreciative and confident about our relationship than ever. I love the person that I have become as his girlfriend, and feel more sure of myself right now than I ever have.

6. Kids: Family's important to me, and despite how uncool it apparently is for girls to say it these days, I like kids and would like to have some. I get anxious and unhappy about the idea that I might ever feel compelled to pressure a partner into having kids with me who didn't feel ready, so I have often considered being one of those social experiment single moms if a decent dad candidate isn't in my life when I decide that it's time. My desire to have a strong passionate non-dull marriage is equally strong to my desire to have kids. I also don't intend to have my children force me to artificially "settle down," and hope to make them global citizens who live with me in different parts of the world as they grow up.

7. Brothers/Sisters: 16-year-old Gregory, though I call him "Fatty" (he's actually a stringbean). When we met for the first time at the hospital in 1992 when he was born, he immediately tried to pick my nose; we've gotten along pretty famously ever since.

8. Pets: Until about two years ago, I was phobic of cats and dogs due to two traumatizing violent encounters with both species as a kid. Then, a bunch of now-close friends and my current boyfriend entered my life, and their dogs and cats somehow grew on me, and their happiness from having animal company in their lives infected me. Gus the Fancy Cat (this is an admittedly love/hate relationship), Maple the world's coolest dog, and the beloved memory of Emmanuel's dogs Toggle and Fritz have softened me on the idea of having one one day. That said, growing up, I had none and hated other people's.

9. List the 3-5 biggest things going on in your life:

a. Mom's cancer. While there's no indication that she's on her way out the door or anything, there's still a tremendous amount of uncertainty in these days before the beginning of her treatment (some of which will have diagnostic ramifications), and my parents are extremely anxiety-prone people. I've been spending a lot of time at home with my parents in Concord, MA, trying to keep spirits high. The bonding has been fun.

b. Living with Emmanuel for the first time. It's only been a month, and thus far, it's been an outstanding experience, though of course it's hard to use that as a prediction of the long-term. I've been a little gun-shy about living with a partner since the last person with whom I did that left abruptly and cut me out of his life unexpectedly and rather hurtfully a few months after we parted amicably (early 2006), but fortunately that feeling of caution hasn't prevented this experience from being wonderful. We do a lot of cooking, walking and movie-watching, and almost every night feels like date night. He's also the best person I know in times of crisis, so with Mom's illness, he's been a priceless comfort.

c. Grad school (on summer break now, obviously), and the uncertainty surrounding the job search I will probably spend all of next year conducting. I love my school's incredible competitiveness and prestige, the extreme level to which it has challenged me, and the hook-ups to career prospects seem excellent by all indications. These considerations have been subservient to (a) and (b) since finals wrapped up a month ago, but they will kick back into high gear come August, possibly before if Mom goes into remission and I'm able to follow through on my summer internship plans in India. I am still not set on what I want my future career to be, and am superstitious about being too publicly specific about my ambitions -- especially since they are still so nebulous.

10. Where and for what did you go to school for?: Before starting at Columbia, I took a B.A. in political science from Sarah Lawrence College, where I was mentored by the late great Dr. Ray Seidelman. He really put my life on a course that felt great, and I miss him terribly. Sarah Lawrence was a place where I never felt entirely at home, but I deeply enjoyed my time there and feel very supportive of and grateful for the college and the people and ideas that it brought into my life. It's a very different vibe than the comparatively haughty Columbia, but the combination of these two pedagogies for my higher education has been extremely good for me as a scholar and thinker.

11. Parents: Father = Francis, whose joking and friendly side is one of the nicest in the world, and whose hot-headed temperamental side is terrifying (I inherited both). Management consultant, world traveler, trilingual but prone to jumbling his native French and English in the most mystifying ways, potty-mouth, former roadie for Led Zeppelin and The Who. Raised in eastern France by my French grandparents, who were German schoolteachers. Mother = Laura, a former art dealer who was a homemaker for much of my life and has recently resurrected her art historian career, working as a docent and tour guide at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. Girly in that she is very sensitive and hates swearing and scary movies, and goes wild for babies and decorating shows. Bad-ass in that she absolutely wears the fix-it pants in my parents' marriage, and she can assemble furniture, paint rooms flawlessly and construct practicallyanything -- clothing or otherwise -- out of fabric with enviable aptitude. (I, instead, inherited my fathers' inability to operate plastic packaging or tie my own shoes.) Though she is neurotic, she has an impressive imperviousness to most of kinds of insecurity or having her feelings hurt by other people, and I admire her realistic attitude. Beat cancer on the first try when she was 24, and now gearing up to do it again. Amazing singer, and has been acting and performing my whole life; many of my formative memories are hanging out backstage while she performed almost every contralto role in Gilbert and Sullivan's canon, or of watching her voice lessons.
Both Mom and Dad are middle children in four-kid families. They met doing Master's degrees at the University of Chicago, married, moved to Paris, had me, moved back to the States, had my brother, etc. They are still married and happy together in Concord, in the same house that I lived in from age 12 until college. It's surreal to go back to that town, and that house, and find it to be relatively unchanged since the mid-90s.

12. Who are some of your closest friends: I have so many close friends, and few that I would feel comfortable placing above others. I'm not the best at keeping in touch, so I find that some of the people I would list as being among my closest are people whom I don't see particularly regularly, and every time I come up with one person who I value deeply, I remember two others. I have been through so many phases in my life and have held close so many people in different phases, all of whom I have continued to cherish, even though they play different roles and regularities at times. For this exact moment in time, my primary friendship base remains the pool of mutual Boston-based friends I have with Emmanuel in town, which include Asha and Berri, [info]pensivewombat, [info]m00n, and even though I still have to catch up with her, [info]camieal. Childhood best friend Claudine is still very much in the picture.

13. Passions and hobbies: Books, playing the piano, world travel (need more money so many countries to visit), entertaining and cooking for others, Gilbert and Sullivan, collecting large earrings, consumption and creation of good food, staying close with my beloved extended family whom I value more every year, making regular visits to Cape Cod, and more recently, gambling.

14. Appearance 5'2", low average weight for my size, chin-length brown hair with (recently added) blonde highlights. Vacillate wildly between extremely under-dressed and over-dressed. Very into big earrings. Sans the highlights, a recent picture:

I'm on the left. The other girl is my New York roommate Judy, who's currently blogging from her internship in Sudan if you're so inclined to check it out.

15. Summary of the last few years of my life: During undergraduate, did semester abroad in Australia and an internship for John Kerry's campaign, and I am fortunate enough to still be in favor with his political operation. Graduated SLC in 2005. Moved back to Boston and worked for a member of the MA House of Representatives for 2 years. Performed in local plays and sang with a swing big band for a little over one of those years. In that time, have traveled to native France, Germany, Canada, Italy, Iceland, Turkey, and Brazil.

16. What I pride myself on Competitive and respect-commanding intellect, being reasonable, self-aware but not too self-centered, adaptability, retaining optimism in most situations without compromising a realistic perspective, being good at taking charge (sometimes to a fault), almost never being ordinary in any situation, keeping strong doses of both discipline and personal indulgence in my life, cool and compassionate in tense situations with others, seldom being jealous or even insecure because of the actions or circumstances of others.

17. My flaws A hyperbolic and icy cruel streak when I feel angry or threatened (my near and dear call it "Emily lawyer mode"), a reluctance to talk about my feelings that has probably stunted friendship development, excessive secrecy and protectiveness, extreme difficulty with math and visuals, clumsy with money management, impulsive and fixation-driven attitude, bossiness. I also speak absurdly quickly, which fuels my hyperactivity and neurosis in mildly awkward social situations.

You should all do this survey. It's extremely useful.

Emily

Jun. 17th, 2008

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Russert

While I'm out here catching up on (posting on) LiveJournal*, I'd like to belatedly say of Tim Russert: I don't care who paid him, the man was a public servant. He was a paragon of journalistic and psychological excellence. He never made anyone feel stupid without reason. In a political season where I do believe Hillary Clinton was mistreated by an agenda that was subconsciously and sometimes consciously anti-woman, he was one of the few people who pointed up her flaws in a genderless way. I relied on him tremendously for insight and I grieve him.

I was also thrilled to have the briefest of exchanges with him: On New Hampshire primary day in 2004, when I was there as an enthusiastic intern with a John Kerry 2004 T-shirt, I passed him in downtown Manchester as he was clutching a cup of coffee and yelled "Hey Tim Russert! I love you!" to which he replied, seeing my shirt, "Hey hey, have a great time today." This incident reveals little apart from his ego-dismissive bonhomie, but I treasure the memory, and here it is.

Emily

P.S. Russert marks the third celebrity I've encountered unexpectedly on the street who has since died (Jerry Orbach, Heath Ledger). Am I doing something wrong?


*I've been reading, albeit briskly.

May. 16th, 2008

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DONE

May. 12th, 2008

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Abroad and Abode

This is my lovely 2-bedroom apartment, artfully photographed by my artful photographer roommate. It is also being artfully offered to any clean, responsible person who wants to be in NYC this summer while we jaunt off until school starts. People we know get first priority, second priority for people who know people we know. Tell your friends.

My bedroom is the second one with the solid red bedspread. Welcome to my home! I've lived here since August, and will live here again next year.

Emily

May. 10th, 2008

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http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/05/10/baby.names.ap.ap/index.html

My name has been the most popular name for girls since 1996. Has been in the Top 5 since before I was born. I like my name, but God, to not have to have my name qualified with a last name or initial! The Emilys, they are everywhere.

May. 2nd, 2008

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I have given myself the ugliest manicure in history.
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The Time Has Come For a Festival

Tonight is prom the end-of-year SIPA Gala at the chichi Tavern on the Green. Through an amusing conflagration of circumstances, I have two dates: One gent who shares initials with the Educational Testing Service, and one who shares initials with the Anti-Defamation League (and was formerly employed there).

As you may have gleaned by now, I am not girly. Thank goodness for my former life as a nightclub singer, or I wouldn't have a single decent dress to wear out. I will recycle the same red cocktail dress from my standard rotation of four Paint-the-Town ensembles. I have no decent shoes to go with it. I have no Special Occasion makeup look, except for a wee bit more eyeliner. My idea of day-to-day dressing involves bright red flats with whimsical flared skirts, always with large earrings. The stakes are high here at Grown-Up School, though. Beyond trying to give MBA* a shoddy bright red manicure and pedicure, whatever else shall I do to get ready for the ball?

Emily

*My Broke Ass

May. 1st, 2008

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blocking your chair haha!

http://youmakemetouchyourhandsforstupidreasons.ytmnd.com/

Oh my God. Listen with sound.

*dies*

Apr. 24th, 2008

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Special Feature

I've been offered the job of Features Editor for the Journal of International Affairs, SIPA's academic journal. It has been named as the best or among the best publications on international politics in the world by virtually anyone who writes about such things, and my desire to participate was one of the main reasons I chose SIPA.

Emily

Apr. 9th, 2008

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At the End of a Sleepless Night

emily escapes through the sewers

...pursued by Javert

Apr. 8th, 2008

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Had to replace a stolen cell phone -- please reply with your phone number if I probably already had it (or you'd like me to start having it). Comments will be screened, so only I can see them. Your security is guaranteed.

Apr. 7th, 2008

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Follies Pictures


As Amy Winehouse, singing "Econ Rehab." There's my econ buddy (and regular buddy) Portia behind me.

They tried to make me go to econ, I said no no no
'Cuz from my vantage there's no comparative advantage to go go go
I question any class
That says you pay people in hats
So when they say to go to econ, I won't go go go



As Sandy in "SIPA Nights," to the tune of "Summer Nights" from Grease.

Summer's here, let's get a beer,
for... *sigh*
These SIPA nights!



Out of costume, practicing to be Dick Betts in "Couples Therapy with Dr. Betts."




Getting into my costume for Dr. Betts. Effect not really complete without the large ridiculous glasses, but the effect isn't too far off, is it?

Emily

Apr. 4th, 2008

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I Have Also Had an Inexplicable Urge to Smoke Cigarettes Recently

Something is happening to me; I appear to be becoming one of those people who calls everyone "sweetie."

There was a time in my life when I would have found this most reprehensible. I have had no lobotomy, have only experienced total cerebral atrophy as a result of grad school and my brain appears to be being rebuilt in a manner that makes me socially unrecognizable. Yet it happens everywhere; shopkeepers, friends, men and women (and everything in between), young and old (and everything in between). "Darling" and "baby" are also coming up quite a bit.

Advantages: I feel less affronted when people call me same (particularly relaxing in matters of equalizing sexist implications), allows me an easy out when I blank on people's name, makes some people happy.
Disadvantages: Sounds ditzy, earns funny looks from some people.

How do we feel about this? Since learning how to appreciate physical affection in college, all bets seem to be off.

Emily

Mar. 28th, 2008

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Landmark Education

We interrupt a marathon working Friday night (ohh, grad school!) for something that felt important for me to address right away.

I got a call from a friend of mine tonight, which made me happy. He's a wonderful guy and someone I've been sad not to see this year. I admit I was caught a little off-guard when he told me that he has recently become involved with the Landmark Education Center, which you may recall as a place where I had a disturbing experience two years ago.

Before I realized that he was calling because he himself had become involved with the center and was asking me to participate in it with him (even though I haven't spoken to him personally in some time), I made some off-color remarks about it being a "cult." My remarks were meant to be humorous, but the humor came from an opinion that I am very serious about: Landmark is, in a subtle and carefully concealed way, using cult-like methodology designed as business practice to manipulate people's emotional welfare while taking a tremendous amount of money from them. I e-mailed this letter to my friend tonight, who will also see this post as he is a LiveJournal user, and I hope he won't take it personally that I have strong objections to something that I know is making him very happy right now. I just think that the Center has gone to great pains to suppress criticism, and now that it's hitting closer to home, I think now is the time to use this LiveJournal for its Mass Media purpose and air my objections. Dialogue welcome.

what I wrote to my friend )

I welcome information from anyone who has had experiences with Landmark, good or bad. What seems to be missing is a balanced perspective on it from the coverage it has received, and I would be delighted to be able to reflect that here.

Emily

N.B. I just phoned the New York center for Landmark Education out of curiosity to hear their message, and when I went to my "Recent Calls" list to check something else I noticed that the call from my friend had the same number as the number that I had called for the center. He was calling from the Landmark Center on a Friday night.

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