Milwaukee-based writer, editor, online media strategist.
Wordsmith and internet warrior.
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jenniferposh@gmail.com
A writer and recent graduate, I'm passionate about content creation in both the print and digital spheres with particular interest in publishing, blogging, social media, and marketing.
Manage content & submissions for Milwaukee365.com event calendar
Editorial assistant for Classic Toy Trains magazine. Manages web content, writes biweekly newsletter to promote magazine and website, proofreads magazine content, provides administrative support to magazine staff (coordinates contracts and payments to contributors), provides Customer Focused customer service to incoming calls and emails
Produced custom marketing materials for prospective clients in fast-paced project environment (average turnaround under 24 hours). Managed content for external website and firm intranet.
Provide customer service to Kohl's shoppers
Pursuit of Excellence award project support. Recognition for top service providers in 19,000 member association to be presented at Fall 2011 international convention. Management of submissions, copywriting for notifications, advertising and convention materials.
Customer service, ticket sales, and event management for 300 seat theater with 18 performances.
24-hour supervision and care of girls (ages 12-17) on and off-site, assisted in running CyberMag course (directed girls in a classroom environment and taught the use of Adobe InDesign for magazine design)
Sorting/delivering mail, office organization, copying, preparing mailings (campus-wide UNICEF mailing, student invitations, commencement information), preparing Trustee folders and setting up for Board of Trustees meetings, assisting in coordinating the inauguration of the president, general office work
“My Family, My People” is a short piece of creative nonfiction.
My people are the ones who bleed green and gold. The ones who would never be surprised to hear that my dog’s name is short for Lambeau (AKC registered as “J&J’s Lambeau Leap) or to see a Packers flag stuck to our mailbox every game day. On Friday nights, there’s Fish Fry at any restaurant open. My dad picks up take-out from Schwabenhof’s, two white Styrofoam containers that steam as soon as we open them. There’s a little plastic cup full of coleslaw that my sister and I both eject, leaving it on the table in case Mom comes by to grab it. The main segment of the Styrofoam tray has two long pieces of deep-fried Lake Perch lying on a bed of greasy fries. It’s all too hot to eat, but too good to wait for. Above, there’s a piece of marbled rye bread, the dark brown a swirl from the center out to the crust coated in crunchy salt crystals. The plastic packet of butter is always melted by the time I get to it, cooking in the steam, and I drizzle it over the bread while Beau demands to be rewarded for witnessing Dad come home.
We listen to the Studio 95 Saturday Night Disco Party every week, on WRIT Oldies 95.7, Milwaukee’s Only Oldies Station. My parents open up a box of wine and my sister and I have glasses of Mountain Dew with maraschino cherries. Dad won’t dance at weddings, but he’ll dance with me, up and down the walkway of tile between the kitchen table and the counter, close to the exposed brick of the kitchen fireplace and then back towards the next room and the stereo. We wanna funk, Julie is the Dancing Queen, and Beau is reprimanded for parking on the dance floor. My mom won me tickets to Summerfest once, calling in with a song choice to compete in Disco Wars, but they don’t do that anymore. We don’t have much use for radio contests built on blind luck instead of the skill and strategy of picking which song more listeners would vote for, and all they give away these days are coupons for car washes anyway.
My people are denizens of the library, and were long before Mom got a job there. I read five novels a week easily when I was younger, and my sister keeps up the tradition. Dad is on a crusade to save each and every ancient book in the building, since he found out that they recycle the materials that haven’t been in circulation for a certain period of time. He prowls the stacks, picking up titles like Shipping Manifests of the Great Lakes (1820-1839), and rescuing them from their arguably rightful fate. His favorite books are ones that are massive and difficult; since he stopped reading the Wall Street Journal every morning, he makes it up with 900 page accounts of woodsmen, Mark Twain, and prehistoric China.
A segment from “fruits of our labor,” a triptych of short fiction pieces.
iii. mulberry
He can hear her through the wall. It’s annoying at first; the walls in the building must be criminally thin for it to be so easy. He can hear her footsteps in heels, when she drops her keys, the persistent cheeriness of her cellphone ringing at full volume. It goes on and on, irritating and distracting, until he finds himself leaning against the wall, closing his eyes, and just listening to the muted sound of her voice. She has a lovely voice.
And then he’s moving his table up against their shared wall, waiting with his ear pressed to the plaster to hear the soft clatter of utensils so it’s almost like they’re eating together. Her apartment was the one that he toured before he moved in; she didn’t live in it then, obviously, but he remembers the layout. It’s the mirror of his own, with a shared wall through the living room and bedroom. That makes him feel a little better; it would feel wrong, to listen to her shower. She doesn’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, but he wouldn’t listen in on that if she did. He’s not some kind of creep; they have boundaries.
He’s not always on the same schedule as she is; work has been hard to come by recently, for him at least. Her alarm goes off at 5:45, waking him up too, and she’s already in heels by 6:30. She doesn’t come back until evening, so she probably has an office job. Maybe she’s CEO—probably not, living in the same building as him—or maybe a secretary. He’s sure she does a good job. She almost never misses a day, so she’s definitely dedicated.
It would be so easy for him to open up the door, step out and see her leaving. He knows her schedule well enough. It’s so easy, it’s dangerous. He wonders sometimes if he’s seen her. It’s likely, living next door. She might be the girl he rode halfway to his floor in the elevator with last week, with the long legs and red pumps. When he saw her press for four, he got off at two. Or maybe she’s the woman always loitering at the front desk, tapping the suede toe of her boots while she waits for packages. He doesn’t really want to know.
He goes out to the corner store to buy ice cream. When he gets home, there’s a message on his phone from his father.
Hey Pete, you home? Guess not…you must be out getting your life together. Just kidding. I was talking to my neighbor, Jack, with the wood chipper? And I told him you weren’t really doing much of anything these days, just sitting on that expensive diploma of yours, and he– he deletes it before it finishes and goes to grab the crumble his mother brought by last time she visited from the refrigerator. The berries inside are deep purple, dark enough to stain the plate and his tongue almost black. The tree grows next to their back stoop, and he was forever in trouble as a child, sitting down on the stoop and coming back inside with the seat of his pants all stained. He spoons out a slice and zaps it in the microwave for a minute before adding a scoop of vanilla ice cream to the top.
He leans against the wall, feeling the tiny ridges and bumps under the paint against his cheek. The MGM lion roars to announce the movie she’s watching, and he takes the first bite. Sweet and tart, hot and cold, all at once.
This piece of ad copy was produced for sample purposes.
University of Cyber Challenge is a computer camp with a Girl Scout twist! Girls between 12 and 17 get a taste of college life, staying in the dormitories on Alverno’s beautiful Milwaukee campus and attending classes in the same computer labs that Alverno students use. The girls are divided into “sororities” of 8-10 girls, where they can get more individual attention from their counselors and form a closer bond with their fellow campers! The sororities create their own name and insignia, play games together, do crafts, and eat their meals together. But university life isn’t just about friends, in the real world or at University of Cyber Challenge; there are classes too. Each girl selects a “track” to follow based on her own unique interest in technology: would she like to become a better digital photographer and learn to edit her images? Does she want to write and design her own magazine? Maybe she wants to set up her own webpage or learn how to make movies with digital video cameras? There is a fun and creative choice for every girl and classes are taught by Alverno faculty, with help from the counselors. Outside of their classes, the girls will also have the opportunity to do a scavenger hunt with a college theme, attend specialty workshops, and take field trips to learn about the use of technology in the surrounding Milwaukee area. University of Cyber Challenge is an opportunity for teen girls to experience their future at college while sharpening their technological savvy–and having a great time.
“Last Words” is a piece of short surrealist fiction. It won the 2011 White-Howells Prize for Prose. Excerpted below.
The first typewriter was a chunky blue beast with underwood in neat white letters across the front. It was a strange break in the clean, white lines of the kitchen, sitting on the table like a pterodactyl perched on a bench in the middle of a modern art museum. Marlowe ran her finger over the brand name. There was no dust when she inspected her finger afterwards, so it was clean, at least. That wasn’t much of a relief. She turned to look back through the kitchen entry, into the living room where the Food Network was playing too loudly.
“Adam, did you buy a typewriter?”
“What?” She folded her arms and waited, and a moment later, the television was muted, cutting off an explanation of the proper sautéing technique. “What?”
“Is this your typewriter?”
Adam appeared in the doorway and he grinned as soon as he saw the typewriter. He was still an English major, even though he’d graduated almost six years ago. But he was almost 6’2”, which was taller than her, and he had a pretty good sense of humor, so she forgave him the shortcomings of his academic pursuits and always wore heels when they went out. He also liked to fish, which she appreciated even though it was probably a side effect of his unfortunate Hemingway fixation. He’d wanted to include a quote from A Farewell to Arms in their vows, but Marlowe didn’t believe in blessing a union with the words of a four-times married misogynist.
He came closer and ran his fingers along the keys without a moment’s hesitation, eyes bright and soft. It was the same look he got looking at a duckling or a short story collection. “Where’d you get this?”
“I didn’t get it anywhere.” Clearly Adam hadn’t brought the stray home, which was her only operating theory. Marlowe sighed. “Why don’t you put it on your desk?”
“It’s so cute.” Adam stroked the smooth curve of the case, like scratching under a cat’s chin. Like he couldn’t even hear her. “And it’s blue, how adorable is that?”
“I don’t want it in my kitchen.”
Adam looked over at her, and for a moment Marlowe thought he was going to disagree with her. Her stomach was already tightening when he nodded, turning his attention back to the typewriter. “Wouldn’t get much use out here, would you, little guy?”
He took it back with him to the office, and Marlowe got out the Lysol and wiped the table down. And the countertops, just for good measure.
I noticed that my post about washing my hair with vinegar and baking soda has been getting popular again, so I thought I'd do a little update on what the state of my hair care is now.
First, I do not do the vinegar/baking soda thing any more. I did mention in the post that I had trouble getting the right ratios, and I never was able to figure it out satisfactorily. My hair would be really lovely and soft for a while, and then steadily get drier and drier until I basically had a head full of straw. Not cute.
I switched to a pretty standard Garnier Fructis for a while, which also gave me drying problems. But then, back in January I got my bangs and a new color and committed myself to finding a shampoo/conditioner that would not make my hair sad. I was very very close to resigning myself to using Aveda products; both my long-time salon back in the 'burbs and the new salon I went to in the city are Aveda concept salons, and I really have always been happy with how my hair feels (and smells!) after treatments there. The problem, of course, is that these are "salon quality" products, so their full sized bottle of their basic shampoo is $35. I don't know about you, but I do not have that much room in my budget for my hair.
So I researched! I searched high and low, read dozens of testimonials, browsed online drugstores, until I finally found a product that sounded right for my hair. And so far, I'm still happy with it!
I just started a new job this week (yay!), so what better way to celebrate movement forward in my fancy career-oriented adult life than a post exploring one of my decidedly dorky and non-adult passions?
My secret obsession (which is not so secret anymore)...is wigs.
True confession: I'm a magazine hoarder. I used to keep every issue of every magazine I got in a box in my closet - and I got Entertainment Weekly for several years, so it was a LOT of magazines! When I moved out, I had to throw them all away. It was hard...I remained convinced that someday I would really need to find one of those articles again and what was I supposed to do now that I'd thrown the magazine out???
Of course, I never did go back to an article in all the years I kept those magazines in my closet, because (surprise) it's really hard to find a specific article in a slipper pile of paper (mostly bent too...I wasn't very nice to my magazine stash)! Luckily, we live in a beautiful modern age where all the content you could ever want is at your fingertips!
When you reach a certain post-college age, it can be difficult to find people to befriend. No longer are you milling around a confined space with all people about your age. No more classes to introduce you to a new crop of people who share your interests every semester, no floating down the dorm hallways looking for open doors, no happening upon a drum circle out on the quad (or was that just my school?). Nope, you have to actually make an effort to find people you want to spend time with. There are lots of meet-ups and activities you can pursue to meet people who share your interests, like dance lessons and knitting circles and cooking classes, but my choice was one that any English major might make: a book club!
True story: the other day, I thought to myself, "Hey...isn't there a time where you can...just wear skirts and no jackets and not be cold? What is that?" Yup, I forgot what spring was. Anyone who lives in a northern clime can probably relate. So I thought I would look ahead, past the darkness of winter, and share a little bit of springtime.
When I was in college, the movie Whip It came out. The local roller derby team sponsored a premiere with free posters and such, so I figured I would check it out. I loved the movie (female friendships! awesome music!), but more than that, I was super intrigued by the sport. I wished I was tough enough to be a roller girl (for reference, I somehow managed to scrape my hand on the couch yesterday. The couch!), but the fact remained that I still hadn't seen a live bout. Well, no longer! Last night I checked off one of my year goals: I attended a roller derby bout! And it was awesome!
| Warm-ups! Everybody was already blurry and this was the slowest part of the night! |
| Man, how long has it been since I did an MS Paint illustration of something? ...not long enough, you say? |
Once again, the cat was out of the bag on instagram before I came to announce it here...
| With bonus Historical Disney Belle print in the background |
One of my general goals for the year is to be better at stuff. And blogging is stuff! So, right on the heels of my year in review post, this is what I did over the long weekend!
As mentioned in the previous post, my fabulous artist friend and first-ever houseguest Claire came down from her shanty in the wild woods of Minnesota to ring in the new year Milwaukee-style. (Note: she does not actually live in a shanty. Or the woods. But she does live in Minnesota.) We had a lovely time - we took a trip to the Milwaukee Pubic Museum, which I hadn't been to in years. It was fun to see the new stuff and all the exhibits that fascinated me in my youth. We ate at the Milwaukee Public Market (always a favorite spot!) and brunched at Cafe Centraal, which is right in my new neighborhood! It wasn't all downtown treks and fine dining, though - we also spent plenty of time playing video games, watching funny videos on Youtube, making butterbeers, and just talking about everything. Basically all the stuff you need your best bros for. We rang in the new year with mimosas and thoughts and dreams for the new year. And before Claire had to go back to her shanty on New Year's Day, we helped my roomie Disdainbrook fulfill one of her 2013 wishes.
Happy 2013! The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things. Like, for example, how a year has just ended! I really like having time to reflect back on the year behind me and to look at the year ahead.
In 2012, I:
It's aliiiiiiiive!
Yes, it's true. Contrary to appearances, this blog is still alive! What have I been doing that's so important? Well...moving. Whoever said that moving was easy was lying to you. (I don't believe anyone has ever said that moving was easy.) Who would have thought a person could accumulate that much stuff? And yet once I was in the apartment, many trips to Target were necessary for more stuff! Mysterious...
| Dining room, circa moving weekend. Check out that sweet built-in! |
| Not that kind of Rent... |
Last Sunday, my lovely little sister turned twenty! Yikes! Luckily, I was able to face this inescapable proof of my own mortality in the best way possible: with celebratory brunch!
We all know brunch is totally fetch right now (is it too late to make fetch happen?), but this was my first foray into the downtown brunch scene. As resident foodie (or the closest thing), I was placed in charge of researching the possibilities and presenting the birthday girl with her options. In the end, there was a clear winner:
| Photo taken from my phone during brunch - I love technology! |
| I am not a great food photographer. Trust me, it was super good. |
Did you know that I wear clothes everyday? Like, every single day of my life? It's true!
I've only very rarely posted OOTDs to this blog because a) I don't have a tripod or a fancy camera or a friendly photo-taking slave to help me get good shots and b) I generally don't feel like my everyday outfits are worthy of commemoration. But now I have Instagram and, by definition, those photos are allowed to be a little funky and self-taken! And maybe knowing that I'll be posting pictures occasionally will help me inspire to be fierce every day.
Here's a selection of some lovely outfits I've worn to work in the past few months:
| Illustration by the lovely Claire Whitmore |
| Source: Uploaded by user via Jennifer on Pinterest |
| Source: chiestore.com via Jennifer on Pinterest |
Like the rest of the free world, I went to go see The Avengers earlier this summer. I loved it (of course, Joss Whedon and superheroes? What's not to like?) and as I do, I was inspired to make some outfits. "This will be great!" I said to myself, "A very timely post!" Except then I sat on the outfits...and sat...and then it felt too late but, hey, that's okay! Comic-Con was coming up! Once again, it would be a timely and appropriate post!
...yeah, that worked out well. But now The Avengers is coming out on DVD and also, who cares about timely when it comes to superhero-inspired fashion? Superhero-inspired fashion is ALWAYS appropriate. This is the motto that I live by. (You can see my past pop culture fashion posts right here! DC heroes (and a villain), Buffy Summers and Hogwarts houses.)
I was recently contacted about doing a review of an iPhone case; I don't have an iPhone, but I love cute cellphone cases and am so looking forward to my turn to have one, so I was happy to play with it for a while. Luckily, there was an iPhone in my house that I could test it out on!
I hope all you Americans had a happy 4th of July! Mine was pretty laid back, but it was followed by three days (well, two long evenings and one full day) of music festival-ing. I saw some great bands, had lots of laughs with my sister, and didn't get heat stroke or even a sunburn! I have some fun posts in the pipeline (including a neat product review!) but I was thinking about how projects on blogs always just kind of disappear into the ether - they happened, you posted, it's done - and I wanted to give a little update on how things were going.
I tweeted about the Sally Hansen Polish Strips I reviewed in this post, but I have to reiterate here: they were horrible to remove! I don't know if it was because I left them on longer than advised, but the adhesive used on the strips got gummy and everywhere. I was scrubbing at them with nail polish remover and all it seemed to do was push it around. I still have a little residue on my nails - proceed with caution!
My bookshelf brightening project is still a smashing success! I was a little worried that the paper might bubble up in the heat, but it's all smooth and lovely as ever.
Finally, the tablet case I purchased is still doing a great job! It's started to wear a tiny bit at the corner and some of the fabric on the inside has started to fray, but that's user error - it's where I hook my stylus, and putting it on and off has worn at the fabric a tiny bit. I'm still totally in love with it and it's kept my baby safe and sound through thick and thin and daily travels to the office shoved in my tote with my lunch, umbrella, passcard, notebook, and all those other important work-related things! The tablet is also a homerun - I actually finished my very first full ebook on it last week and it was a lot of fun! I don't know if I'll start buying a ton of books that I don't already own, but it's an excellent resource for checking books out of the library (the ebook I checked out, by the way, is called The Paris Wife and I heartily recommend that too! It's about Ernest Hemingway's first wife...I read it for my book club [I'm in a book club now! How grown up and literary is that?] and can't wait to discuss it with the ladies!)
That's basically the state of things around here - how are all of you doing? Anything new and exciting? Projects or purchases that aren't holding up like you expected them to (or exceeding your expectations!)?
I've been wanting to do something about my boring old Target bookcase for a long time; it's black when everything else in my room is light-colored wood and it kind of weighs the whole place down, plopped off to the side like some hulking beast. Painting it was a possibility, but that seemed like a ton of effort for a pretty low-quality piece (I was also afraid to sand it and bust through to whatever might be underneath the "wood"), especially since I might end up putting it somewhere entirely different in the future. My first thought was to line the shelves with wallpaper, since all I could find in my price range was gingham and weird old flowers - all the cute contact paper was hideously expensive.
Why, hello there, shelf liners from TJ Maxx. How are you doin'?
You guys, why didn't anyone ever tell me they sold home stuff at TJ Maxx. Oh right, probably because I would NEVER LEAVE. (Okay, I did leave, but just so I could do a project. I will return! For the deals!)
As soon as I saw this paper, I was in love and I knew that it was time to make it happen. This bookcase was going to get a facelift! Or her makeup done, as is more apropos.