Last weekend was the first relatively nice one (read: no snow, temperatures above freezing) in a while, and even though I wasn’t feeling too hot, I was determined to enjoy it. I might have overdone it a bit…

On Friday, I headed further down Main Street after work to check out the mayhem that is the Bockfest Parade. It didn’t disappoint: goats and kilts and general drunken craziness proved to be pretty darn entertaining! Afterwards, I pointed out the Shepard Fairey mural on the corner of 13th and Main to FriendBoy, and we headed over to Lavomatic for a bite to eat.

Saturday morning, I headed down to a still very cold Fountain Square to kick off the Cinciditarod, a race (loosely) based on the similarly-named Iditarod. I volunteered to be a judge for the food and drink part of the challenge, which entailed each team consuming 5 burritos and 5 drinks from a roving Senor Roy’s Taco Patrol as quickly as possible.

I am only slightly ashamed to say that I got a  huge, slightly perverse kick out of seeing everyone from the Oompa Loompas to the Super Mario Brothers to streakers to Devo chasing down a taco truck in the middle of downtown!

On Saturday night I stopped by the Cincinnati Fashion Week logo launch party at Mynt to check out the scene and say hello to event founder Nathan (top left) and his crew of organizers (bottom left). I also ran into Ashley, a designer and model I recognized from Lookbook.nu, of all places. The internets lead to some weird connections, no?

Unfortunately, my relatively new camera literally slipped off the strap and crashed to the cement as I was walking to the bar, leaving the lens damaged and nearly reducing me to tears in the middle of a parking lot. So my pictures turned out blurry and I have to shell out $200 for another lens. Great.

What did you do last weekend? Any plans for the upcoming one?

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The wonderful sunshine-and-rainbows almost-spring weather of the past few days means one thing–okay, two things:

1. I need to get back on the workout train and get rid of at least one of my chins.

2. It’s time for a new spring wardrobe!

These are my current obsessions:

Queen’s Wardrobe Lovely Burbery [sic] 2 trench

I was actually drooling over what must have been the original Lovely Burbery trench, but apparently it sold out while I was wiping my mouth. No matter. This one is close enough and, yes, just as lovely.

P90X Extreme Home Fitness Training System

This would take care of issue #1, and I can tell it works because the typeface looks like GLEAMING METAL. ‘Cause it’s a serious workout and stuff. Plus, TV infomercials only show products that really work, right? Right?

My So-Called Life

Hulu has the full first (and only) season of one of my old favorites, including the heartbreakingly relatable Self Esteem. The scene at the end with Angela and foine *ss Jordan Catalano is, like, one of the best. Ever.

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There’s a certain amount of intimacy associated with certain types of new media. For me, it’s sort of like dating–you know, you start out slow by meeting and getting to know someone (Twitter), then get to know one another the relationship progresses (blogs, Facebook). In my book, anyone who has my email address is practically a lover.  Here’s how it breaks down:

Twitter

As long as you’re not a spammer and I like what you have to say or what you do, I’ll follow you on Twitter. Like a drunk girl at a frat party, if you have a sexy avatar and can form a semi-coherent sentence, I’m all yours.

Intimacy rating: I’d only give you my number if I’ve had a few drinks, but we can hang out and chat by the hors d’oeuvres.

Subscribe to RSS

I’m somewhat wary of clogging my RSS feed with even more information since it already takes an hour to get through it all. If I subscribe to your feed, I expect to see you at least once a week…and I’m okay with that.

Intimacy rating: You’re fairly articulate, kinda cute, and have all your teeth–all right, let’s dance!

Friend/Fan on Facebook

I’m letting you get to know the real me, so it’s getting serious. I must really like you. How much depends on which group of privacy settings I put you in, so don’t get too excited.

Intimacy rating: We’ve been out a few times and are dating, though not exclusively. I might even hug you after dinner.

Work email

Like the RSS feed, I’m wary of clogging my inbox and there’s only so much you can do with filters. I actually want to hear from you on a regular basis.

Intimacy rating: We’re officially exclusive and I’ve talked about you to my friends. I better not hear about you hangin’ out with no (other) Twitter hoes.

Personal email

At this point, you’re one of my bestest friends and I trust you enough to know you won’t be sending me spam. We’ve exchanged some one on one messages and gotten to know one another on a personal level.

Intimacy rating: I know you snore and how you like your coffee in the morning.

Do you segregate your contacts into different social funnels or is it just me? How do you decide who goes where?

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