Most of my friends get write ups in my hometown newspaper when they get engaged or have a baby, and I’ll admit, it used to make me a wee bit envious. But now I no longer feel obligated to rock a 3-carat rock or to reproduce, because…
I got a shout-out from the LA Business Journal for my UCLA rap!
Back in 2012, I earned a certificate from UCLA Extension (GO BRUINS!) for Marketing w/ Concentration In Social Media. One of my classes, Best Practices in Social Media, was taught by PR guru Erik Deutsch. In addition to running his agency, Excel PR, Erik is the 2014 President of the LA Chapter of the PR Society of America. (Fun fact: I’m on the Social Media Committee for PRSALA this year!)
During the fall of 2012, I became super motivated to improve my writing skills. I was still getting used to turning my “poems” or “raps” into something cohesive, something that made sense, and something without f-bombs. I loved Erik’s class. His Powerpoints were great (he often snuck in pics of his adorable doggy), the guest lecturers were interesting, and the assignments were fun. I decided it’d be cool to create a theme song for the class, and viola…
The “Get Jive with 425” video was born. (Side note: the class code is UCLAx425, in case you were confused about the title.)
And yesterday, the LA Business Journal gave Erik and I a nice little shout-out on page 3!
Next goals: make the cover. Make a few spec jingles. Launch the new “Hire Me” video. Have it get noticed so someone will…well…hire me! Then celebrate new job with Girl Scout cookies and a very nice bottle of bourbon 🙂
When you go for a run in North Andover and someone honks at you, they’re saying hi. When you go for a run in Los Angeles and someone honks at you, they’re saying get outta the crosswalk or I am going to kill you.
When you get coffee in Los Angeles and someone gives you the once-over, they’re trying to figure out if you’re an actor. When you get coffee in North Andover and someone gives you the once-over, they’re trying to figure out if you were their Biology lab partner in 1997, back when you were both 20 pounds skinnier.
Your friends in North Andover nurse babies and your friends in Los Angeles nurse hangovers.
Your friends in North Andover have mortgages and your friends in Los Angeles have studio apartments down the hall from the annoying girl with high-waisted salmon-colored jeans and awful bangs.
In North Andover you run up Weir Hill and enjoy the scenery. In Los Angeles you run up Runyon Canyon and enjoy the washboard abs, breast implants, and blindingly bright veneers.
In North Andover you buy pot from your friend’s friend’s balding older brother. In Los Angeles you buy pot from any of the 7 dispensaries on the Venice Boardwalk with a dancing chick in a bikini enticing you through their front door.
In North Andover you buy alcohol from McAloon’s on Chickering and run into the kid from middle school whose name you can’t remember. In Los Angeles you buy alcohol from Rockin Ralphs on Sunset and run into Ron Jeremy.
In North Andover you have to slam on your brakes to avoid hitting turkeys and deer. In Los Angeles you have to slam on your brakes to avoid hitting soulless Botox-y chicks who are whining about their macrobiotic diets on their bedazzled cell phones.