But it wasn't a dream—it was a place. And you—and you—and you—and you were there.

Let's try, this time around, to be proper about this. First, the facts about myself that I am happy to share:

I am at a fabulous graduate school for art history.
I am female.
I own two fabulous cats.
I live in New York City with a fabulous roommate who works at a museum.
I work part-time at a fabulous art gallery.
I am fabulous (check the header).
I am a huge dork.

Though my audience hasn't exactly changed, I need to be constantly aware that the following people may look at any of my posts:

Parents
Professors who write recommendations for jobs and internships
Potential employers at museums, galleries, and universities
Roommates
Friends of friends

...While I don't think this means I have to be positive about everything, it does mean that anything I'm negative about should be extremely well reasoned. It also means I will not be writing about--and shall endeavor to avoid entirely--the following things:

Dating
Drinking
General stupidity
Things about people/jobs/work/etc that piss me off

Okay, NO, that does NOT get rid of 90% of my posts. Don't worry! That still leaves me (us?) with:

Random absurdity
Art
Cats
Movies/music/etc (all that culture besides art)
Things that I think are fabulous about people/jobs/work/etc

...I'm still moving some of the older posts on to this blog. Bear with me.