I ate at Park’s BBQ in Koreatown with a group of ten girlfriends recently and as much as I enjoyed it, I sat thinking of Jonathan Gold rather than the mountain of marinated meat in front of me. Not the Jonathan Gold of The City of Gold, but the Jonathan Gold of 2009 who ate at a restaurant repeatedly and anonymously and told us not just about the food and the service but the history of the food and of its ingredients. I miss the Jonathan Gold who reminded us that …
Parenting In Public
Yesterday we went to a museum. Actually I should say that yesterday we went to yet another museum. A museum Mr. G had no interest in going to, a museum that Jane had been to just 10 days prior and the 8th museum in the third country that my son had visited since March 12th. Yesterday my family accompanied me to a museum that only I was interested in and after two hours of looking at paintings they waited for me outside the gift shop while I picked up some …
A Little Bit of Information About Junkets
I only have a little information to share. In fact, what I know about junkets could fill a thimble so I’ll graciously share my thimble full of mom blogger automotive junket wisdom with you. The reason I want to talk about the Mom Blogger Automotive relationship is that while sitting in a hotel room last night I popped into Facebook and three of my private groups were busy talking about an article on The Truth About Cars that “exposes” a mom blogger as being a marketing tool. I’m not sure …
Women Don’t Care About Horsepower and Other Myths
Every so often an event rolls through town that captures one or more of my passions. I have to be passionate to leave the house on a school night. If I’m going to be honest about my default refusal to leave the house it’s actually because the kids and Mr. G are trapped here by homework and early wake ups. I don’t want to miss a night of the four of us being together. Friday, Saturday or Sunday? They’re mostly busy with friends and things I’m like a rat on …
Getting Pitched by a Fake Employee
This morning I got an email about a stealth startup. It was fishy and I wondered aloud (by aloud I mean on Facebook) who would answer an email like this. It’s not horrible that Amanda is asking for me to work for them without knowing what the product is. It’s not horrible that Amanda sent me a form email and couldn’t even format things correctly. The deal breaker is that Amanda clearly doesn’t exist. You see I clicked over on that LinkedIn profile because on the off chance that Amanda …