It's a pleasure doing business with you

"We flyin' first class, up in the sky, poppin' champagne, livin' the life, in the fast lane...oh the glamorous..." Fergie

Lately, when I've told people that I'm a Journalism major, a sad look has crossed over their faces. It's as if they almost feel bad for me, because as many know, times are tough in the print world.

And while I appreciate their sympathy, I generally try to explain to them that I don't plan on doing newspaper, but instead magazine, or maybe even PR. And that I have enough faith in the system to believe that the magazine world is not going to take the dive that the newspaper world is clearly taking.

I believe this for a lot of reasons. One being that when you read the newspaper, you mean business. You read it to learn your current events and stay up-to-date. Whereas, when you read a magazine, it's for pleasure. Therefore, when you want to do business (read the paper) it's logical that you'd do it as efficiently as possible: online. Alternatively, when you're seeking pleasure, you'd be more inclined to relax by the pool with a cocktail and a glossy magazine (pleasure does not equal lugging around a laptop while poolside).I once heard that the type of people who truly support the magazine industry are the type of people who like their plane tickets first class and their champagne vintage. Sure, it may be cheaper to look online for the latest beauty finds or fall fashions. But why would you waste time at a computer when you could be getting a massage while flipping through an enticing magazine- which happens to give you a detailed list of beauty and fashion advice?

Of course, when people give me this look of pity, I don't have time to tell them all of this. Nor would they probably want to hear it, because while they did care about what my major is, I highly doubt they are truly that concerned about my financial stability. Maybe they just wanted to show that they're up with current events, that they have, in fact, looked on the New York Times Web site to discover that the economy is bad. That the Chicago Tribune can no longer afford to distribute outside of Chicago. That newspapers are letting go more and more people and expecting even more from those still on board...

But, I hope, I pray that computers will not continue to get so small that they are really just as convenient to carry as a magazine. I hope that spas do not begin to offer laptops instead of magazines while clients get a pedicure. And of course, I hope that the economy gets so much better that people not only continue to indulge in a magazine here and there, but also decide it might be worth it to smell the fresh ink on the Washington Post once in a while. Because really, the Internet is convenient and all, but there is nothing quite like the feeling of unfolding a fresh newspaper while eating breakfast at the kitchen table on a beautiful morning. Reading the newspaper may mean business, but if you ask me, sometimes it's OK to mix business and pleasure.

Keeping up with the Joneses

"Never keep up with the Joneses. Drag them down to your level. It's cheaper." Quentin Crsip

When I graduated high school and began at UChicago, I thought, "Ohh, this is the crazy party scene I've always hear about."

When I transferred to IU from Chicago, I realized, "Ohh, no, these people really know how to party. This is the crazy party scene."

But, today, when I read about Dune Southhampton, I discovered actually, that this is really a crazy party. Thousands of dollars being spent on cars required to arrive in, clothes required to get in and drinks required to stay in.

I cannot imagine spending $50,000 in one weekend just to party. That's a lot of money. I mean, you couldn't go to the moon or anything for that price, but it's still quite a hefty sum.

Last night, we decided we would not begin our evening at Kilroys because the drinks were $8 a piece. I fear that those charging a $2,000 drink minimum in Southhampton would not welcome us with open arms (but hey, you never know).

But I guess you do what you have to do to stay in. At Chicago, it didn't take a lot of effort to stay in. I just had to dress the part. When I came to IU, it required a little more money and a slight wardrobe enhancement, but it's easy to keep up. At Dune Southhampton, it takes a whole lot more money, clothing and schmoozing. But if it's worth it to them, it's their choice. They're just keeping up with the Joneses. I guess I just didn't realize the Joneses were models and millionaires...

...maybe keeping up with the Rockefellers is a little more accurate.

I spy a newbie...

There are the ones that are easy to spot (lanyards around their necks, campus maps in hand).

There are the ones that would blend right in but are still easy to spot because of their parents (running around Bed Bath & Beyond with the actual checklist the store offers online, pen in hand, wondering out loud if the outlet strip or the outlet with flexi-arms is really better...and in which color?).

And finally there are the ones who think they blend in, but are actually act so apathetic (oh too cool) that they stand out. Really, it's OK to care about your bedding, you are going to sleep on it most nights. And it doesn't make you cooler if you mock your parents when they ask you if you want a minifridge or a microfridge.

Without a doubt, they're the freshmen.

Because I remember my first day on campus (someone pointed me about a mile in the opposite direction of the most well-known class building...), I have a lot of sympathy for them. It's hard being alone in a new place, especially living in the dorms. And while the pictures of friends and family cover the walls and the rug on the floor covers the stains on the (kind of) carpet, you still remember the depressing image of the tiny cream colored room when you first unlocked the door. It's that sinking feeling of: I'm living here? Where do I put my stuff? Is that the closet?

We've all been there. We've all been a freshman. As classes start, I'm definitely going to keep my eyes peeled for any lost-looking little soul. I'll certainly help him out, by pointing him in the correct direction. I might even drop him a hint about wearing the lanyard around his neck. I mean if someone would have told me that lanyards were not OK a little sooner, I would have appreciated it. But I guess sometimes you just have to learn the hard way.

Sorpresa!

After a bittersweet departure from Atlanta on Saturday, I was quickly rewarded with a wonderful surprise on Sunday.

Jim made the journey from Georgia to Indiana to come visit Zionsville without telling me.

It was such a great and unexpected treat to be able to show him all around town and for him to meet my friends and family.

After he left, I couldn't help but become skeptical about those strange people who say they hate surprises.

I admit that I don't love it when someone thinks they are surprising me but I have actually already discovered the event. Because then I stress over how I should act when they unveil the "surprise" and I get all worried I won't seem grateful(/excited/surprised) enough.

However, a real live surprise is so wonderful.

Although it wasn't the same as Jim's arrival, I was also surprised to learn about Gap's third attempt to revitalize their stores this fall with designer Patrick Robinson.

I knew something was happening at Gap when the cast of Gossip Girl was recruited for a Christmas ad campaign in 2007. However, I didn't really see much of a change until I saw their new line this fall.While Gap is known for having strength in staples, I will be interested to see if Robinson will be to them what Lyons was to JCrew. (Think: Jenna Lyons made JCrew cool again, Patrick Robinson brought Gap out of the red...almost as catchy.)

With the right determination, I think it can be done. I mean, I'm not one for khaki, really, but I have found a slew of cute dresses there in my day. But don't tell anyone I shop there; it's not that cool yet.