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Best of Both Worlds December 3, 2008

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Thank you all so much for coming today. We have a lot of important Sarahcentric business to take care of, but let me make a quick announcement before we get down to the nitty gritty.

I love Egg Nog.

I love Egg Nog so much I wish I could find another purpose beyond it’s holiday treat status. Maybe it could be a facial treatment?

Egg Nog is so delicious I’m certain this is what angels in heaven pour on their morning cereal before angel school. That cereal is nothing less than moons and stars in a golden bowl, and is served by a unicorn or a My Little Pony. So wait…maybe angels eat Lucky Charms?

Drinking one glass of pre-made egg nog in my apartment significantly increases the chances that a group of Dickensian carolers will burst into my apartment to serenade me with old-timey carols. That’s how I justify the extra calories. I can’t afford to miss that kind of Christmas miracle.

And finally, I ONLY like the Southern Comfort brand egg nog that shows up in the supermarket every holiday season. I’m not saying that homemade isn’t more delicious. But it’s only ever offered to me when I show up late at a drunken holiday party, sitting in a punch bowl for at least 3 days in a Queens apartment kitchen with questionable food safety standards. No, thank you.

Ohhhhh-kay! Now that Egg Nog is off the table. Let’s move on to the next point of business.

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Next Monday, December 8th, in the year of our Lord 2008, Sarahcentric will have a brand new look as conceived by the very talented Chris Ammons. The switch begins this weekend, but Monday is when it’s all official and the party really gets going.

In honor of the site’s new blinding beauty, I will be hosting my very first blog giveaway! Two lucky readers will win a pound of my cherished Graham Cracker Coffee! But that’s not all, the two lucky SOBs will also win the comfiest, Greenest accessory of them all; a handmade coffee cozy from my friend Kim’s Etsy shop, The Doe and The Mouse. Good stuff, good stuff, good stuff. All you gotta do is comment on Monday’s post for one entry. And if you think have the prunes, tell everyone about Sarahcentric and the giveaway on your own blog for TWO entries! Just be sure to link to it in your comment over here. Don’t worry, we’ll go over all of this again on Monday. No need to take any serious notes right now.

But if you’re just itching to delve further into my world, why not explore other Sarahcentric worlds on the interweb?

You can follow me in 140 characters or less here on Twitter. I am woman of few words…on Twitter, that is.

Or if you want to take me to Miley Cyrus status, consider becoming a fan on Facebook.

I am honored and humbled to follow in the footsteps of all those Facebook celebrities of whom I have personally become a fan. That list includes Fraggle Rock, sleep, A Christmas Story pumpkin pie and coffee.

I wonder if I will need an alter-ego like Hannah Montana to maintain a normal lifestyle now that I’m a Facebook celebrity?

Egg Nog better be in the fridge of my Facebook trailer or heads will roll!

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Truly Outrageous November 19, 2008

Jem

Wait!

Before you walk out the door, lock it, then realize you forgot your iPod and head back to get it, leave again, realize you left the keys by your laptop, curse, run back in for the keys and finally head out…just wanted to update you on some goings-on here. Goings-on…or Going-onS? Whatever, we don’t have much time!

1) I have a major crush on Joe Scarborough from MSNBC’s excellent morning show “Morning Joe”. Joe is hilarious, moderately Republican (which oddly gives him a weird bad-boy quality) and has a ton of hair. I don’t have much faith that we would work in a long-term relationship, but there would most certainly be great frenching. It would be like dating Alex P. Keaton from “Family Ties”.

2) The butter on my toast tasted weird. Like, really weird. Gross. I thought it was scientifically impossible for butter to not be the most delicious thing on earth. Therefore I have to assume that my butter supply has been compromised, tainted. Someone is obviously trying to poison me. Call the police.

3) I’ve been waking up a little earlier these days to get some work done on the first draft of my book. I’m going to go into greater detail on this whole process very soon, promise. However, I thought you should know now that part of my research this morning involved screening of clips from the 80s cartoon “Jem”. Amazing, inspiring, awesome, love it. And last night, I read more of the new book “Sailing Home: Using Homer’s Odyssey to Navigate Life’s Perils and Pitfalls” by American Zen monk Norman Fischer. Norman breaks life down by drawing parallels between Buddhist teaching and Homer’s “The Odyssey”. Amazing, inspiring, awesome, love it.

Sooooo, how do Jem and the Buddha fit together? Yeah, umm..I don’t know why or how just yet. But at this part of the writing, I really feel like they do. Now, it’s still early and this could all get scrapped in revisions. That leaves us with one of two possible scenarios as to how this could end.

Scenario 1
You: Oh Sarah, can you sign this copy of your book?
Me: Sure, of course..thank you so much for reading!
You: No prob. Hahaha, remember when you were going to put Jem in your book?
You: SHHHHH! Shut up, shut up right now! We don’t speak of that anymore!

Scenario 2
Charlie Rose: Sarah, your book is a huge success. Thank you so much for joining me here today.
Me: Of course, Charlie. It’s a pleasure.
Charlie Rose: Let’s just get right to it. Pop sensation Jem plays a major role in this book.
Me: Yes. She was a great inspiration to me as a child.
Charlie Rose: And part of the proceeds from your book are going directly to Jem’s favorite charity, The Starlight Foundation.
Me: Mmm, hmmm..
Charlie Rose: So you know what I have to ask you…
Me: Oh Charlie, not you too!
Charlie Rose: I gotta do it, Sarah. Are Jem and Jerrica Benton one in the same?
Me: Charlie, I really don’t know.
Charlie Rose: Ok, Ok. And do you have any information on something called Synergy?
Me: “a holographic computer designed to be the ultimate visual entertainment synthesizer built by her father, who left it to her on his death.”?
Charlie: Yes.
Me: Ummmm, no.

I can’t promise you that Jem will make the cut the final draft of my book. But let’s pray to God she does because that second scenario is too excellent.

Alright. That’s it.
Go lose your keys.

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So I Wish I Could Dance November 16, 2008

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Before you read this post…
Before you drink your coffee…
Before you ever do anything else again … you must watch this video.
We’ll meet right back here after you’re done.

If you think I haven’t played this video over 1 million times and danced by myself all Sunday aftertoon to the point of sweating…well then, you don’t know me very well. You see, I have been a professional imaginary dancer for most of my life.

It’s difficult to tell dancers and imaginary dancers apart. Both are passionate about the latest trends and moves. Both are committed to hard work and rehearsal. There is only one small difference between me as an imaginary dancer and the traditional dancer…

I can’t dance.

I have a basic sense of rhythm that will get you by at college bars and, later in life, drunk wedding receptions. The only thing I’m missing is the technical ability, grace and work ethic. Please! Do I really need to nail all of the moves in the latest pop-awesome-hot video?! All I have to do is bounce around, copy a few of the simplest moves to wow the crowd (in my mind) and sell it. Sell it, Sell it, SELL IT!

Since amazing songs like Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” have a shelf life of about three weeks, it’s important that I get the rehearsal process started right away. I crank the video as loud as I can and just watch it several times in a row. No dancing…yet. I call all of my imaginary dancer friends to make sure we’re all working on the same piece, “Did you see this s–t yet?! It’s cuuhhhhRAAAAAYzeeee! Love it!”

Once that’s completed, I just gotta get movin’! The key to a successful imaginary dance piece is to spazz out in what appears to be sort sort of rhythm. But just when your audience starts thinking you might be bulls–t, you throw in one of the three moves that you lifted directly from the original choreography. For example, Beyonce and I are one in the same when she gets to her first chorus of “Woah, Oh, Oh!” about 40 seconds in. Trust me. It is the hotness. I also do that skip around the room thing with the girls just before the chorus, but not too late in the day. I have downstairs neighbors to worry about. When Beyonce gets to that perfect lyric, “If you like it than you shoulda put a ring on it”, about 52 seconds in, I’m with her there. Except I hurt my knee pretty badly today while rehearsing that section. (I’m pretty sure that’s God telling me it’s too risque of a move for me.) My sister is still recuperating from an injury she sustained this summer while practicing a move from the “So You Think You Can Dance” finale we watched at a friend’s house on vacation. She woke up the next morning saying, “ohhh, I think I pulled a muscle in my butt last night”. Oh well, deal with it. Injury is just part of the imaginary dancer’s life.

I don’t enjoy the same level of fame and notoriety that “legit” dancers like Beyonce often do, but I do feel some of the glow. When I took a break from rehearsal today to run some Queens errands, I’m pretty sure all of the guys were checking me out. That song was so stuck in my head, it was as if I was picking up my vitamins in the same leotard and heels Beyonce and the girls wear. I was smiling, winking and saying ciao to any brother who glanced my way. Imagine my surprise when I caught myself in the mirror dancing wearing a tank top, jeans, glasses and my winter hat. Huh. Was anyone really checking me out? Did Daniel Craig really ask me for my number?

I haven’t been invited to perform on Saturday Night Live yet, but it doesn’t matter. My imaginary dance schedule is pretty packed these days. My family is guaranteed performances when I am home over the holidays and some random pop song shows up on TV when we’re all watching together. I stand up and walk into the center of the room, all hard and sexy like one of Missy Elliot’s dancers. My brother and sisters go along with it, “Oh s–t! Oh snap! Here she comes!” Once I take my position, I spazz out like a 6 year old dancing at a wedding. “Go Sarah! Wow, your body’s really responding to this!”

I also think it’s important to push the limits of imaginary dance. That’s why I’ve started working in Modern and Contemporary. I set most of those pieces to opening themes from classic HBO series like “Six Feet Under” and “The Sopranos”. This involves a lot of abstract, herky-jerky moves that I deftly string together in my living room. My friend Andrew, a skilled imaginary dancer in his own right, has been my primary audience in this medium. “5, 6, 7, 8! Yes, Sarah..and POP 2, 3, 4!” This work isn’t as commercially viable, but it’s so important that I keep the art of imaginary dance alive.

That is why I’m sharing my heart here with all of you today. If we want to keep dance alive for those of use who cannot dance, we must continue to imaginary dance! So before you do anything else again, watch Beyonce’s “Single Ladies”. Get up. Get down. Spazz out. Ignore what you’re wearing in real life and strut around like you’re in your leotard and stillettos. And when a guy checks you out, “don’t pay him any attention”.

“If you like it than you shoulda put a ring on it.”

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I need a neck transplant. November 13, 2008

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Don’t worry. I definitely strained my neck when I turned off the bathroom faucet last night.

If I had not been distracted talking to my friend Andrew while I twisted the hot and cold nozzles tighter to stop the annoying drip, would I have realized I was pushing my body to what are, apparently, extreme limits? Who can say. But what’s even worse is that all Andrew and I did was shout our favorite quotes from HBO’s beyond-hilarious new show Summer Heights High back and forth to each other. This may have been excusable, except that we have already had this “conversation” at least three times this week. When Summer Heights High came up again for the fourth time today, Andrew finally put his foot down, “Look, we seriously need to stop talking about it. When we get started, we obviously can’t stop.”

Unfortunately, the moratorium came too late. The damage was done. I pulled some tiny neck/ shoulder/arm muscle business. I don’t know its medical name, but I’m pretty sure it’s responsible for holding up the weight of my entire pumpkinhead above my body.

I woke up in the middle of the night thinking my big brother or sister showed up to torture me with the notorious Older Sibling Pincher of Power. You know the move…when they zap you with their evil, powerful fingers right in the fleshy part between your shoulders and your head and all you can do is spazz out? Well, spazz out I did! The only way I could get slightly comfortable was to prop my unbelievably heavy head on every pillow I could find. It’s not nearly as comfortable as you might think. Only one person could possibly understand my discomfort last night; Sayuri, from Memoirs of a Geisha.

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Trust me. I know. I have watched that movie at least 1000 times because my sister insists that we watch it every single time it’s on Starz. When poor Sayuri gets her hair done, Mrs. Nitta (the mistress at the geisha dorm…think of her as an opium smoking Mrs. Garrett.), insists that she balance her head on some ancient Japanese wood hairstand thing so she won’t ruin it in her sleep.

Sayuri, I am so sorry. How could I allow myself to be dazzled by your gorgeous kimonos and your true love, the handsome Chairman when all the while your poor neck was on fire?! When you threw your geisha glances over your shoulder, how could I not see that it was probably the only direction your lame neck would go?! It was so obvious!!

Sarah Jackson

All I can do now, Sayuri, is send you tons of good Metta hoping it will come back to heal my sh–ty neck. I hope and pray that bitch Mrs. Nitta had at least enough compassion to have Motrin on hand and ordered Chinese take-out to make you feel comfy and better.

Or…Japanese. Whatever works.

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Change is coming to Sarahcentric November 10, 2008

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Look what I found on the refrigerator door… a new blog design!

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INSIDE the refrigerator, I found strawberry rhubarb jelly for the best-est, toast-iest breakfast I have ever had. If you have not tried LaBrea Bakery’s whole wheat bread, then there is just something wrong with you. In fact, I may have a third piece of toast before I get on the train …but that’s not the point right now!

The point right now is that muddy brown backgrounds and lime green sidebar widgets are for chumps! Blue textile backgrounds, tea-stained pieces of paper, and red doodley-doos are where it is at these days…or where it will be at sometime very soon, before the end of the year.

Do not think for a second I’m not blowing this thing out! Sure, once the big re-launch date is set you can order a keg, wings, DJ and dancers from Chippendales. But I think the only thing you really need to enjoy the new and improved Sarahcentric is Graham Cracker Coffee. So we’re fixin’ to giveaway a pound of the good stuff to two of our most loyal readers!

Don’t worry, I’ll give you all of the sordid details including dates and giveaway rules very soon. First I just have to figure out how to make the big transfer. Apparently I need to find a web hosting service? So what … do they drop off one of those huge super computers that takes up an entire room?! Because, seriously, my apartment is not that big.

Change is good.

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Remember yesterday? November 5, 2008

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Two highlights…

1) My new hero, Maru The Cat. He loves boxes.

2) President Obama

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Yesterday was amazing, but we still have work to do.

Get out the Vote!

Maru, The FIRST Cat!

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One Day More. November 3, 2008

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Will I get more than three hours of sleep tonight?
When should I get to the polls?
What if someone tries to stop me from voting?! Do I punch them? I can’t punch anybody!
Why can’t I stop listening to Jordin Sparks, “One Step at a Time”?!

Oh. My. God.

WHAT DO I WEAR TO THE ELECTION NIGHT PARTY… Cute top, cute jeans, big earrings?!
Do I keep my hair curly or get up even earlier to blow it out straight?
Will Virgina go blue?
Could New York go red?!
Oooo…should I wear blue? Too on the nose…or is it so corny it turns charming?

Do I watch MSNBC tonight or CNN?
Should I pretend nothing’s happening and watch “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix” instead?
Why did “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire” suck so much?

Oh. My. God.

What if Voldemort shows up at the party tomorrow?!
What about the Death Eaters, are they still undecided?!
Who am I?!
What am I?!
Where am I?!
Who are you?!
AM I TRIPPING?!

Pfffffffffffff.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

Breathe in.
Breathe out.

Yes we can.
One step at a time.
Thank you, Jordin Sparks.

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The Great Debate. October 20, 2008

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A big, comfy entry is on its way, I swear.  But in the meantime, let’s stop f-ing around and just lay it on the line here.

Straight…

…or curly.

I know, I know … Solomon’s choice.  Just one of the many struggles/opportunities of being bi-racial in America.  This doesn’t come up in Barack’s memoir, but I can’t imagine it will get any less than a full chapter in mine.

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Jackson vs. Hot Bagels October 14, 2008

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I know it will be difficult to think of anything besides the economy when you head to the polls this year. But do not forget that our next president will most likely be appointing several Supreme Court justices. Therefore, it is your responsibility to seriously consider what type of judge your candidate will support! Where do they stand on freedom of speech and a right to privacy? Are environmental concerns a priority? Do they believe that Sarah Jackson is almost always totally right?!

What follows is a summary of the the events of October 4, 2008 between myself and a local bagel shop in Queens, Hot Bagels. (Incidentally, I’m pretty sure this is not the name of the business since every joint that sells bagels here has that same awning.)  It pains me to challenge the best bagels in Queens like this. But the right to believe that I am almost always totally right is at stake! Also, if I do make it to the Supreme Court, I can certainly justify buying that insanely adorable, 500 dollar, sky blue coat in Anthropologie’s catalog this fall. A sistah’s gotta look cute, right?!

But two Saturdays ago, I did NOT look cute. It is scientifically impossible at 7:30 on a Saturday morning to be cute. If I woke up at a decent hour like 9 or 10, enough brain cells may have been active to throw together a nice ensemble to get the typical weekend errands done. There would not be much make-up and my hair would be pulled back. But a perfectly appointed Maximum Comfort outfit can get you around Queens pretty easily. If the outfit is just so, I am sure that you can run into…oh, I don’t know, say… Daniel Craig, and he would still propose to you. Come on, just picture me without the glasses…Thandie Newtown’s identical twin.

The situation was not even this good that fateful Saturday morning. I should have known better than to leave the house in a pullover hoodie and yoga pants. (Please note, yoga pants are usually acceptable, but thanks to some working out they are a little big on me at the moment. And there is nothing, NOTHING sadder than my pancake-butt in yoga pants.) But without any food or coffee in my apartment, drastic measures had to be taken. Hot Bagels is just a few blocks away. I was sure I could make it there and back, before Daniel Craig was up and running around Queens looking for his true love.

Things started out just fine. I made it to the bagel shop early enough to avoid a huge weekend line and to enjoy the freshest bagels ever. These were HOT bagels, literally. I was paired up with my favorite counterperson-lady who has filled my regular order with the desperate plea at the end for the past 6 years, “Could I get a whole wheat bagel with just a LITTLE cream cheese, please?…Like, hardly any!” She and I have danced this dance many times, so you can understand why I thought I was safe here at Hot Bagels in such a fragile state.

I was not safe.

For reasons I will never understand, my counterperson-lady grabbed THREE whole wheat bagels and cream-cheesed them up. Yes, I watched as she did this. But remember, I was in a fragile state. I thought it was slightly odd, but I assumed these bagels must be for someone else! it wasn’t until she started loading up a tiny brown paper bag with what looked like a 1000 whole wheat bagels at that moment, that I realized what was happening.

“Oh no, no…I only wanted one.”

“No.  You said three.”

“Uhhh..No, just one, please.”

“Well, umm, pfff, why would you just watch and let me do that?”

“I-I-I’m sorry.  I didn’t realize-I just wanted one.”

Coffee became unnecessary once my character was attacked.  This will snap you out of an early morning haze right quick! Muttering to myself all the way home and ranting on the phone to friends, an argument developed which will certainly be precedent setting when Hot Bagels and I head to the Supreme Court. Not only because it is air-tight, but because I will look ridiculously cute in that Anthropologie coat!  Here is my opening statement.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the Supreme Court, (I guess that’s what you call them.  I’ll have to look that up before I get there.), I intend to prove that I am totally right about this!   These are the facts…

  1. You only order one bagel or a dozen, period.  Who orders three freaking bagels?!  Ok, maybe if you had a three-way with … oh, I don’t know, say… Daniel Craig and Aaron Eckhart… maybe then you would be a good host and pick up some bagels for everyone.  But even then, it’s pretty hard to believe that everyone would want the same bagel!  Am I right, Ruth Bader-Ginsburg, or am I right?! (At this point Ruth would just put her hand up and I would saunter over there for a high-five.) That’s right, girl..you know what’s up!
  2. The only circumstance which would lead someone to order three of the exact same bagel is if that person suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder. And, as you can plainly see from the pictures of my outfit that day, I am not obsessive-compulsive.  (The justices would pass around photos of my outfit that morning and Alito would react, “ooo, not good.  Pancake-butt.”)  Alright, Alito, you don’t have to be a jerk about it…
  3. And finally, I didn’t order three bagels, because I have NEVER ordered three bagels in the 6 years that I have lived in Queens!

This ruling, your honors, is bigger than one bagel, or even a dozen!  It protects every citizen’s right to be totally right about these everyday challenges to what we know is true.  Consider my sister who ordered 50 Dunkin’ Donuts munchkins for her graduate class only to open that huge box and find 25! Should her character have been questioned when she went back the next day and they demanded she produce a receipt?  Of course she ordered 50! Who would lie and scheme to get 25 more Munchkins?!

(For the dramatic finish, I would adjust the collar on my  Anthropologie coat which I would have to wear through the whole thing since I couldn’t afford a decent outfit underneath after purchasing it.  Everyone would expect me to say “I rest my case.” But instead, I would be all…)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the Supreme Court, I am so sure!

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Please be patient October 9, 2008

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Oh my god, I have so much to freaking tell you!

First of all, I have given friends such strange life advice this week, I’m now wondering if it’s such a great idea to write a memoir. Here are two recent pearls of wisdom:

“Whatever …what are you gonna do, NOT french him?!”
“I don’t know…life is just a d–k like that sometimes”

What has brought this impaired judgement to my life? Perhaps it’s the huge fight I am currently in with my local bagel shop.   All you need to know right now is that I did NOT order three whole wheat bagels with cream cheese!  It’s nonsense!  Who orders three bagels?  You order one or a dozen, period!  If you’re not convinced now, you will be once I lay out my detailed case in “Jackson vs. Hot Bagels”.

What else, what else…oh!  I can’t wait to tell you about THE must-have Maximum Comfort accessory for the fall. Hint: It’s the only way to handle your scalding hot Graham Cracker coffee, and look cute as hell while doing it.

But just like this very polite bear from Cute Overload, I am going to have to ask that you be patient and wait until Monday. Work is a little busy, my apartment’s a little messy, and I’m a little crazy.  There is no need to worry, but I did tell a friend last night that I think I need a brain transplant.  He didn’t disagree.

What are you gonna do?  Life is just a d–k like that sometimes.

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