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"I want to be the girl with the most URLs."
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Jess Barron
Los Angeles, California
I do web stuff
thoughts on the past and future of online journalism
Does Online Journalism Have a Future? -- share your thoughts
e a r c a n d y :
1. A guy who I don't know named Jeremy Abbate saw my website and wrote a song called "I Wanna Be As Cool As Jessica Barron". Another person in New York emailed the MP3 to me in Nov. 2004. The narcissist in me loves the lyrics and the song itself is pretty darn catchy. Don't you think?
2. In 2005 I had a weekly radio show on Pirate Cat Radio 87.9 FM in San Francisco from 6-8p.m. on Friday nights. You can listen online from anywhere in the world. Or
just check out our podcast.
3. Also, listen to my LAUNCHcast station
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Some accomplishments
Who's on Top in 2006?
Goodbye 'Portal Shortall'
Elex Success!
Turning Away from Jackson's Breasts for a Moment.....
The Politics of Searching...
Photos and Video -- Halloween 2006 in Los Angeles
Halloweens I Have Known
You Haven't Lived Until You've Seen a Very Pregnan...
That's Right, I'm Very Knowledgeable About Purses ...
January 2004
February 2004
March 2004
May 2004
October 2004
November 2004
December 2004
January 2005
February 2005
March 2005
April 2005
May 2005
June 2005
July 2005
August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
March 2006
April 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
November 2007
New Year's Eve 2005 pics
Mici's pics from the Pirate Cat Party (12/04/04)
Los Angeles (11/27/04)
2004 U.S. Presidential Election (inside Yahoo! newsroom) (11/02/04)
London (11/15/04)
Allyson's photos from our London trip (11/22/04)
Halloween 2004
Oregon beach house weekend for Esther's birthday (10/22/04)
Simone and David's wedding at Fairytale Land in Oakland(08/01/04)
Owen's 30th birthday (05/01/04)
Mirror Project Gallery, "The Make-up Mirror"
Daniel's birthday suprise party (04/23/04)
live band karaoke at El Rio (04/10/04)
August's closing party at Ebb Tide(02/27/04)
valentine's day weekend in NYC(02/16/04)
nice day, new convertible(02/08/04)
nostalgia for the present (02/02/04)
my 30th birthday(01/04)
August's art opening at Ebb Tide (01/03/04)
Jeff's 30th birthday (12/20/03)
pics from Yahoo Holiday Party 2003 with The Flaming Lips (12/12/03)
Nathan's band, the cables(11/15/03)
pics from Burning Man 2003(09/03)
photos from Burning Man 2002 (09/17/02)
pics from Allyson's wedding(09/03)
Cali Convertible Adventures with Nemesis(ter)(07/03)
Allyson's bachelorette party(07/04/03)
Dogpatch Sunrise - There are some visual benefits to waking up at 6a.m. when you live by the San Francisco Bay. (04/11/03)
Kicking it with Frank the KJ (04/05/03)
Bad Pioneer weekend - riding horses in Hollywood and swimming with dolphins in Malibu (02/14/03)
Dat Ass - hip-hop and ghetto tech party, SF, CA (01/25/03)
Jeno spins at House Plant - Oakland, CA (01/17/03)
Halloween Costumes at Yahoo! and in the Castro (10/31/02)
pics from Portland (10/26/03)
the story I told at Fray Day 6 in SF (09/23/02)
What is YOUR Anti-Drug? (09/16/02)
ugly kids (08/19/02)
Save poprocks.com
Picking Blackberries (07/12/02)
she said, she said (06/28/02)
The Phoenix Festival (07/10/02)
Photos from my SXSW road-trip (05/01/02)
off-site:
Esther
Allyson
Lana
Mary
Jen
Leanne
Fruitcake Brigade
Sarah
re-runs:
love letter to los angeles (11/09/01)
pics from Scuba with Migual Migs (08/11/01)
robots and warehouses in my SF neighborhood (06/19/01)
My pics from Burning Man 2001
My pics from Burning Man 2000
My journal from Burning Man '99
Meeting Monica Lewinsky (11/15/99)
What was Diane Sawyer really like? (11/17/95)
Turkish Delights (09/08/95)
The Scatman in Greece's Modern Ruins (08/26/95)
Caught in a Mosh (10/94)
Montreal Stripped Down (08/01/94)
sophomore year spring break in Russia (04/08/94)
conversationskill: a real life mellow-drama of Vassar students abroad in Russia (04/08/94)
pics from the Russia trip (04/08/94)
sophomore year road-trip to Mardi Gras (02/12/94)

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Take a Bite of Me:
2.10.2004
Blue Skies Are Up Ahead?
"Need a little joy
Need a little joy and some dancing Need a little joy Come on baby boy Come on blue skies. I, I, I I, I see Blue skies are in my head, said, blue skies are up ahead." -- Tori Amos, "Blue Skies" (yeah, yeah I know Tori's not "cool," but I don't care, so piss off, you pretentious indie rock wankers.)
Just like a clear California day in February, she makes me so happy. Can't you see?
After all that Vassar talk last week, tomorrow my work is flying me to New York City to meet with ABC TV to work out some details to our production system/schedule. (We run their news video on-demand on our broadband portals.)
It'll be weird to be back in the ABC buildings. Nine years ago, I spent a semester of my senior year at Vassar interning at "Prime Time Live" with Diane Sawyer. (Yeah, yeah: "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.")
In addition to all the Vassar stuff, New York will always be the city where my brother died. But, on the positive, side -- it's also where Jeff lives now, in Brooklyn. And I'll get to see him.
And the ever-fabulous August is flying out to stay with me for the weekend. Now I just hafta find some warm, East Coast wintery clothes to pack.
02.09.2004. So, some readers have implored me -- "San Francisco seems pretty pretentious... How can you say that SF is less pretentious than NYC?"
'Tis true. San Francisco is not entirely lacking in pretension. But SF brings a smile to my face because of the utterly silly shenanigans so many of da people are engaged in every day. For instance, if you lose a bet about proper grammar usage, you might hafta walk 8 blocks of Valencia Street dressed up like a chicken. Or, if you fly home to SFO, after spending some time abroad, your friends just might show up at the airport dressed in dalmation costumes and playing accordians.
"And who are all the good, fun, non-pretentious San Francisco people?" those same readers asked.
Well, there's Allyson, Jen, and Leanne for starters.
2.02.2004
Yes, Doug Faneuil Went to My College
Yes, as those readers who pay attention are already aware -- yes, I went to college with Doug Faneuil, the government's "star witness" in the case against Martha Stewart. One of my close friends even hooked up with the guy. And this week, the poor kid is getting grilled on the stand about his drug use (a little ecstacy, some pot, and a bit of Special K) and some saucy email jokes involving goats that he sent via company email while he worked at Merrill Lynch.
I'm starting to realize that one of the chief benefits of a Vassar education is that I can network with people like Doug Faneuil, Ethan Zohn (who won 'Survivor: Africa' in what had to be Vassar's hottest wet dream), and various members of the "Hollywood elite." But, then again, I spent most of my time at Vassar working on the school newspaper with people like Jon Swerdloff, Gabe Anderson, Anastasia Signoretta and Amanda Spielman. Here's a photo of The Misc's newspaper staff back in 1995 when I was Editor-In-Chief. (I'm the one in the back row flailing a Blow-pop.)
My other major interest at Vassar was attending Michael Joyce's Hypertext rhetoric and poetics classes with people like Kate and Mike.)
Jon Swerdloff apparently continues to have quite a bit of interaction with fellow Vassar alums to this very day. For example, this guy named Marlen wrote some warm, fuzzy things about Swerdloff in a recent journal post that also describes how all the kids at Vassar are mean to each other.
I can explain Vassar students' social interation in a bit more detail for you, patient reader, complete with a "user scenario," if you will. Here's how it worked on the Vassar campus: basically Boy/Girl A pretends not to be acquainted with Boy/Girl B even though each one knows intimate details of each other's sex lives including names of each person Boy/Girl B is sleeping with and even which positions Boy/Girl B likes best. Boy/Girl A and Boy/Girl B may have even hooked up with each other or smoked pot or opium together, but when they see each other in the campus cafe or bar they cast their eyes down or feign a look of boredom/confusion/indifference. And it's pretty much ridiculous because it's a SMALL liberal arts college. One of the primary reasons one attends a small liberal arts college is to "get to know" people, right? Yes, I think I read that in U.S. News & World Report.
Seriously, the main reason I've never lived in New York City is because it's wall-to-wall Vassar kids. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love a bunch of the people I went to school with -- like Mindy, Joanna, and Helen who live here in San Francisco and were in attendance at my 30th birthday party (hell, I even still love J.P. though I don't see him very often at this point), but overall I still stand by my initial assessment that most of the people I went to school with act like wankers and pretentious fucks. I moved to California so I could meet people with some sense of humor about themselves and those around them, people who unapologetically use "hella" as an adjective in conversations and go to Burning Man every year. And yes, some of the people in San Francisco are pretentious fucks too. But not quite as many, I swear. At least not the people I'm friends with. I wouldn't stomach it.
You might notice that I haven't written many posts about Vassar on my website over the past 8 years. I guess my silence is mostly due to the fact that it feels weird or wrong to write anything critical or negative about a fancy school that I attended on full scholarships and financial aid. I know I'm lucky that I had the opportunity to go to Vassar alongside all sorts of rich kids and that my education certainly opened all sorts of doors for me. Yes, I should count myself as lucky and just shut the fuck up. But, yeah I also know I'm lucky (and happy) that I have distanced myself from Poughkeepsie, both geographically and emotionally. Oh, yes some things about being 30 are quite nice.
file under "and sometimes she goes topless
"I love my car I'll admit today I've gone too far To enamour myself of my little motor car" -belle & sebastian, "I Love My Car"
Q: What's big and round and shiny and blue like a robin's egg and often goes topless? A: My absolute new true love
I picked her up as a 30th birthday gift to myself. (Dear reader -- does this suggest that I'm in the midst of a mid-life crisis?!) I traded in my blue '98 hard-top Beetle (we had met when she was a debutante -- shiny and brand new -- almost exactly 6 years ago in Rhode Island on a spring day), and found my absolute new true love. She's a robin's egg blue Turbo convertible with a black top and leather heated seats.
You must be thinking -- "Are you insane?! You've endlessly complained in long, colorful prose on this very website about the problems with your original Beetle!"
It's true that my first Beetle (chosen by a giddy, love-struck 24-year-old, if you can bring yourself to imagine that I was ever so silly and head-strong) exploded that time in Los Angeles (the mechanics at the time said it was "a bad battery"), and it's also true that she stalled out completely dead in the middle of 35 mile-per-hour traffic on Dolores Street last November (this time the mechanics said it was "a defective fuel filter").
Sure, you could say that she "had some problems." But in her defense -- she was a debut model. Her look was distinctive -- retro and yet ultra-modern. She was so smooth and curvy and beautiful that you can forgive her for exhibiting a few "issues" over the years -- can't you? I mean, she had style and grace and an utterly unique look -- you can allow her to have an occasional existensial crisis, right? Like most gals with strong personalities, she could be difficult, demanding, and even perhaps "high-maintenance." From those initial -- now embarrassingly gushing -- sweet nothings I uttered at first sight, to the extreme torment and misery I felt years later when experiencing her unpredictable malfunctions -- she and I had a long, intense, always passionate relationship.
But let's not forget the good times we had together. In August 2001, we drove south to the Black Rock desert of Nevada and camped out on the dusty playa at Burning Man even though her power window motors at the time had malfunctioned and the windows were stuck completely open for the entire week in the desert. Oh, you wouldn't understand how it felt unless you have driven through the Nevada desert in the summertime without air conditioning, not even able to listen to music because of the hot air rushing through her dust-covered interior. For the 4th of July weekend in 2002, we drove up north to Klickitat, Washington and enjoyed the lovely views of Mount Hood as we camped on a grassy hill at The Phoenix Festival.
Yes, she and I spent 94,000 miles exploring America together. We've been to Los Angeles, San Diego, Santa Barbara, Portland, Seattle, Santa Cruz, Boston, and Brooklyn, New York. We've gone together to music festivals, weddings, and late night impromptu trips to Ocean Beach for bonfires. And on Saturday I coldly and unceremoniously traded her in to a shark-like car dealer in Daly City for Kelly Blue Book value. I was such a heartless bitch.
But oh how I love my shiny new one and her luscious leather heated seats. It feels so amazing to be inside her -- so warm and soothing. Yikes, I must sound like a middle aged man describing intimate details about his sex life in his second marriage to a younger, prettier wife. This is dirty and so WRONG.
I'm utterly certain that this time she will be everything I want her to be. This time, she will be everything and MORE! We will do it all the right way this time. I promise to be so attentive. I'll take her in for all her scheduled maintenance and bathe her at least once a month and always check and change the oil when she needs it. And this one will love me and treat me right... ALWAYS and FOREVER.
It isn't wrong to hope, is it?
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