The three or four people who actually read this blog might have been wondering at the radio silence.  Oh, who are we kidding - radio silence is the norm around here, and there usually doesn’t need to be A BIG REASON for it (unless the big reason is that I was marathonning through the entire series of Roseanne on Netflix). 

But OK.

Just when I thought it was safe to forget that I had un blog, a certain Lifestyle Travel New Media Communications Network Thingamajig For Ladies appeared on the horizon and offered to make me a contributor/affiliate/person. 

At first I was afraid, I was petrified. 

Wait.  Sorry.  What I meant to say was - at first, I thought, “Ummmmmm, y’all, I work like eleventy bajillion hours a week. In TV studio in shitty industrial Queens.  Under fluorescent light.  This does not really make for a prolific travel blog.”  I mean, on the off chance that I have time to write something or take a pretty picture, either it will be deadly dull (the film industry is actually not all that glamorous) or it will be covered by the confidentiality agreement I signed on my first day under said fluorescent lights.

But then I remembered.  I live in fucking New York City.  I work for a TV Show.  If I can’t find one interesting thing a week to report to a Lifestyle/Travel/Ladyblog, it probably isn’t my job that is dull and unglamorous. 

So here I am.  Stay tuned for more posts about Brooklyn and most likely some adventures in “Personal Branding”. (didja notice the new look?? didja??)  When you get bored of that, please go and check out my new overlords, See Jane Fly.  Perhaps they will even teach me to be a proper blogging lady, in the end.

P.S. Yes, as a matter of fact that is yours truly drinking wine out of a water bottle on a train through northern Italy.  The mean lady in the Trieste railway station cafe would not give us a cup.  Probably because I could not figure out how to ask politely enough in Italian.