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a nebraskan navigating chicago. and the world of auto pr @ an entrepreneurial co. founded by four men who didn't know about the pregnancy test of the same name. a would-be creative experimenting with ideas, and things that stain the floors of the NEW APARTMENT... woo hoo. this is... has become... brain dump, adult ADD, sparkplug, funny finds, hit and miss thoughts. i am at kelcy dot hale at gmail dot com.
We are the daughters of feminists who said “You can be anything” and we heard “You have to be everything.

-Courtney Martin, Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters (via leilacohan) (via imprettysure)

Nice snag, EKB.  Mood enhancer.

A bit dramatic I'd say, but still interesting.

halestorm:

“am I seriously suggesting that a PR person MUST become an active Twitter user if they want to have a meaningful career?  Even though Twitter is supposedly still a below-the-radar service?

Well, yea, kinda.  But for more – and more varied – reasons than you might think.”

This is from PRsquared. There is a full article at their website complete with influential people to follow. This is mostly just for whatthehale because she claims that Twitter just isnt for her because NOBODY she knows uses it.

PRsquared and I have a tumultuous history.  And literally… though I am not AS plugged into the PR world as I probably should be… I know zero people who use this/follow it as it is, and not just what the mainstreams write/report about it.  We are acting like dinosaurs. 

Reality TV is the decay of civilization.

Leo Fernekes, a 40-something Brooklyn-based tech entrepreneur, signed up for the class (New York Reality TV School) to improve his public speaking skills.

Really interesting read on the “school.”

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I love these.  And man… the shit that can go down when a rolling pin gets involved.

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I love these.  And man… the shit that can go down when a rolling pin gets involved.

I can’t believe you didn’t know about my excellent thespian skills. It’s one of my most prominent character traits. Think how many Ericka’s I have to be on a daily basis. It’s like you don’t even know me. EKB (Soon to be EKD OR EKP… don’t think she’s decided yet).  Oh, and neither of these changes will require marriage.  Perfect.  
Outtie stylee me + Flugtag commercial + the intersection of Lincoln/Dickens + abandoned building.  Schwaaa… 
Outtie stylee me + Flugtag commercial + the intersection of Lincoln/Dickens + abandoned building.  Schwaaa… 
The lads in Omaha… @ the Kerschke’s… for all the aps/alc/wine.  LOVE.  
The lads in Omaha… @ the Kerschke’s… for all the aps/alc/wine.  LOVE.  
This is a photo of my ST and I winning the unofficial World Championship Air Guitaring Competition at Parliment Pub in Omaha, NE.  Home of older men, short plaid skirts and medical students.  
We also competing in gymnastics, fencing, boxing, flapping, cougaring and Pamela Andersoning in these games.  

This is a photo of my ST and I winning the unofficial World Championship Air Guitaring Competition at Parliment Pub in Omaha, NE.  Home of older men, short plaid skirts and medical students.  

We also competing in gymnastics, fencing, boxing, flapping, cougaring and Pamela Andersoning in these games.  

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Shady’s back.  After a bit of a dark tumbling period (vacation + exhaustion + a little bump in the emotional road)… please ready yourself for a dashboard onslaught, now.  

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Shady’s back.  After a bit of a dark tumbling period (vacation + exhaustion + a little bump in the emotional road)… please ready yourself for a dashboard onslaught, now.  

That's you at 65. Walking out of McDonalds at 1030 am on a Sunday, with droopy stockings.

You know what, you’re probably not that off.

RADIO EDIT:  This exchange took place between JWO (“That’s you…”) and LNR (“…not off”).  

It should be noted that I HATE McDonalds… and especially the pancake sandwich known as a McGriddle.  While already hungover, and a tick pissed, this sandwich pushed me closer to puking than a hard day’s night on the town.  

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There’s going to be a lot of this, where you’re headed Hale.  T-minus four days… 

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There’s going to be a lot of this, where you’re headed Hale.  T-minus four days…