early morning.

Yesterday I got up super early to have a date with my keyboard and some cherries. Worked like a good little freelancer and today I'm off to spend some QT with my old partner before she takes off to Seattle for a shoot. Two weeks without B, what am I to do?
Le sigh. I'm off to enjoy the sun, cawfee and bagels with her now.
Happy Weekend, ya'll!

writing at home.

Woke up early this morning (totally weird) and started right in on a freelance assignment that needs some serious lovin' before I head home to Ohio for my brother's wedding reception, tomorrow. Oh, hey packing...yah...right...I need to work on you too...I'll just be off in the corner doing a million things. Its. cool.

Also, this is simple & brilliant eye candy .

saturday morning musings.

Wrote a story this morning, based off these flowers. They smelled so incredibly good, and it made me wonder why all things that are in the process of dying can't smell as good. Now, I'm off to the city to work on a freelance project.
Ta-ta!

the work day, in the BK.

Inside writing, meeting up with friends and talking future plans and loving this site my friend Luke pointed out to me.
So so so good, and very Luke.

working at home, being silly, 4.23.09

Job fairs, writing at home and emailing people asking for work...oh my life.
Also my friend sent me this site and its been making my ears smile all day.
And I finally figured out how to reformat for bigger pics! w00t.

writing 4.7.09

bubble tea from this place.
writing with pretty new pens.
working on the new site.

writing 3.26.09

I'm back from vacay, and jet-legged and feeling very much not in love with my keyboard...but after drinks and sushi and getting all cozy with daffodils in my apartment, I have a feeling that tomorrow we'll be back on schedule.

So check back then for the full details!

writing 3.11.09

After hitting the pavement in the city, meeting with recruiters and making myself the best lunch eva, I wandered down to the Tea Lounge. I had every intention of being a good little writer and taking some notes, do a little reading, and work on this project I've been doing with Einav, but instead I ended up having this amazing conversation with an older Englishman. We talked about the recession (obviously) and how it really is a great opportunity for people who are laid off to get back to the things they love. And not only rediscover them, but really, geniunely enjoy them, because most of the time when we're working we don't have time to do that.

I've written about this very sentiment here multiple times over the past two weeks, so really it is the universe's way of yelling at me to get a clue and get on with it. So, instead of being upset that I spent two hours at the Tea Lounge and didn't get much of anything done, I'm actually quite happy. The gentleman I met was quite interesting and I love LOVE hearing people's stories. In our conversation I was reminded of what my Unkle in Germany said to me almost a year ago:

"Living your life for your job will get you nowhere, at the end of the day your job isn't going to be there for you - but your family and friends will."

I told this to the Englishman, and of course he agreed and then we both pondered at how Americans got to be so different from their European counterparts, especially when viewing work. I'm not sure where we went wrong, but as an American who longs to live and work in Europe one day, I think perhaps "my recession" should really be about finding that balance. Because, after all, my job isn't here to comfort me during the recession, but my family and friends have been there for me in spades.

writing at home 3.5.09

So, we all know that I sit at home most of the day sending emails, but I also spend a LOT of time writing text messages. Some would call my text-messaging an illness, but I'll hold steady that its merely a habit. But, I'll admit that my habit has only gotten worse since I've been unemployed. I fill up my inbox at least two times a week, and that thing holds 100 messages at a time. So, in going through my inbox and cleaning it up, I came across this text message that one of my friends sent me right after I got laid off:

U r such a f*ckin winner. And the two of us will sip Aquavit in the south of France in june together. Mark those words. And hold me to them.

Have I mentioned that I love my friends? I do. They simply make my face curl up in a smile and yes, we WILL be in the south of France with some gold lions adorning our table, I can see it all the way from the unemployment line.
Rar.

writing at home 3.4.09

Had an interview with a recruiter in the city.
Which meant not sitting in my chair so much today.
Happy dance, indeed.
Got home and baked some more banana bread as a thank you.
Now I'm finishing up a post for this blog.
Hopefully it'll be up soon.
Now I'm off to stare longingly at the warm banana bread.
*sigh.

writing at home 3.3.09

Unemployment is a strange creature.
It lets me sit at home most of the day, bake bread and go out for walks in the snow with my camera. Despite its benefits, it leaves you with an odd feeling that you've done nothing all day.
Sigh.

Off to hustle this thing some more.
Hope your Tuesday was full of smiles.

writing 3.2.09

Its official, according to the state at least, I'm unemployed.
Total Blerg.

writing 2.27.09

Eeps!
Its been almost a full week since I posted here.
Never fear, its a been a roller coaster ride this week, full of emotions, but I'm learning my ways around afternoons filled with sitting at cafes, sipping lattes, writing emails and working on my portfolio. Recession 2k9, will not get the best of me, that I can guarantee.

rar.

writing 2.23.09

First, I want to say thank you to all of the emails, phone calls, texts and in-person love I've gotten from friends, family, colleagues, old coworkers and the like. I appreciate your kind words understand and encouraging sentiments more than I could ever possibly begin to express. I truly am fortunate that I have so many people that care, so thank you. All of you.

That said, operation "get me a new gig" is in full gear. Today was spent making lists, sending emails, calling contacts, texting my favorite partner asking her how life is like back at my former home and time spent looking at my portfolio and wondering "are you good enough to be in here". But, on the bright side at least I got to go running this morning without the pressure of being into work at a certain time.

Tomorrow, I'm hoping to have my camera in hand to capture my new work environment, other characters I'll be meeting and working with that are also victims of Recession 2k9, and the life of an unemployed copywriter. Stay tuned, it should be exciting.

writing 2.4.09

Oh today really has slipped past my fingers.
Here I am at 11:30 sitting on my couch surrounded by notebooks and half thoughts anxiously awaiting that “ACH! Yes!!!!!!!” moment.

It hasn’t hit yet. But, I’m optimistic that it’ll come soon enough.

In the meantime, its just me and a the B.I.G. I tell you, the line “papa been smooth since the days of underoos” could be one of the best lines ever written…EVA.

Now to write something that good I gots to get more whiskey in me.
Hasta manana.

writing 1.19.09

writing 1.8.09

After a full day of sharing ideas with Bernadette and concepting and editing spots sushi-ing with my bff, Einav, I find myself back at home with the sound of my cuckoo clock and the tick of the keyboard and an increasing desire to make this post one long, obnoxious run on sentence - if I was to write the way I spoke I would only write in pregnant pauses and run on sentences.................................and perhaps if I ever write a book that's what it will be called "Pregnant Pauses and Run on Sentences" by Salina Cole you'll find it on your bookshelves in a few years it'll be full of: random musings, doodles, tic-tac-toe games, MASH games, pictures of my brother, pictures of Brooklyn in the fall, maps of worlds I made up, movie stubs, ticket stubs, saved text messages that have been transcribed, lipstick marks, embroidered snarky saying, empty speech bubbles, wax dinosaurs, a long essay on why one should NEVER visit natural history museums, especially if in Chicago, a long winded recording of me singing while jumping on a trampoline, a tap dancing routine in written format (of course), the word 'Blerg' in 72 pt black Helvetica type on a white page, a detailed recording of what my friend Schoprah eats in one day, a drawing of my favorite pickles from Ohio.....and of course campaigns I worked on, scripts, and stories I've written to the people that matter most in my wee corner of the world and at the front of it all you'll find a dedication page that reads: for my Mom and she'd find it super sweet that I dedicated it to her but I'm guessing she'd never fully know why, but.... I'd dedicate it to her because she was the one who taught me to use my words instead of my fists and while I never used either my words or my fists in my youth (you see I was quite a shy girl then), I have learned that words can cut with a greater precision than a fist and so they too must be used wisely and treated with respect or they will turn against you and they'll force your hand into letting them run wild across a page in one long run on sentence and we both know that's not good. At all.


Unless it is.

writing 1.7.09

writing 1.4.09

writing 11.10.08