This year, I started fresh off a much needed vacation. Once I touched down back in the states, my inbox was flood and two messages caught my eye. One was from a personal trainer who told me that a “friend” gifted me a training session. Yeah, I didn’t know whether or not to be offended. Next was a note from my cousin, who decided to start a Biggest Loser club. Now, if you’ve ever seen me you know I’m not a little woman. I stand 6’1″ and I’m not a size 8. I took these to mean that the “universe” was trying to tell me something. I’m a former athlete who knows better when it comes to health, exercise and eating but I haven’t been able to carve out the time…

Now here is where things take a turn.

This unfinished post was sitting as a draft for over three months which means if I couldn’t even get a post about my (so be it, temporary) enthusiasm for fitness published…I wasn’t doing it in real life.

Oh as for that Biggest Loser challenge, all but one of the group members quit (before even starting).

I say all that to say…when I get back to NYC (I’m on vacation…again) I’m going to buy this peddle master.

PHOTO: Chad Hilliard

A couple of stories I wrote while I was Editorial Director.

Check them out here.

VIBE

One day I’ll add the actual text so you can read these but PDFs will do just fine for now.

Now in their second season, I’m Sayin’ features the ladies dishing on current events, interviewing interesting people and ranting about whatever fills their hearts.

Enjoy!

I’m Sayin w/ Chloé & Hills: Season 2, Ep 1 – Bilal from Chloe Hilliard on Vimeo.

For nearly two years, I worked as a staff writer for the famed Village Voice. Here are a collection of my cover stories for the alternative weekly newspaper spanning from March 2007 – December 2008.

However, I have to keep these photos up cause this was one night to remember.

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This little surprise (pun intended) was for my friend’s 30th b-day party. What make it nuts was 1 – we were in a club that was open to the public 2 – the birthday girl’s mother was there 3 – he was a midget or little person (I’m not that politically correct.)

Great watch but too bad the comments on youtube.com show just how ignorant some people are.

Recently I was introduced to a young journalist, who naturally asked the quintessential networking question: Do you have a business card?

For many years I was on the opposite end of that question, asking anyone whom I felt was in a position I wanted to be, or had the power to plug me in, for their card. If I was fortunate they would dig in their purse or wallet and pull out a card.

Before everyone carried a cell phone or had their own website, Twitter, Facebook, business cards were the key.

I’ve had a business card for every position I’ve held. Now, I don’t have a card nor do I want one. For starters, what would I list on the card? In today’s world, no one has only one job. There is the 9-5, the 6-10, the side hustle and the “I do this because I love it but it doesn’t pay and I don’t care” project.  How exactly do you fit that all on one card?

I’ve been handed cards like this before and never took them seriously.

Then you have people who are a little creative but still leave you clueless as to what they really have to offer.

I have a stack of business cards that I’ve collected over the years and while I’m sure that 90% of the people no longer work at the places listed on the card, I still can’t seem to throw them out. Consider them relics of a time past; a time when people interacted personally and had real conversations. This was long before we could scan each others barcodes or text.

I don’t have business cards because even when I did, I barely gave them out. I’d push past my business card holder (actually I had three, two of which were college graduation gifts), grabbing for my phone and have the interested party enter their information and vice versa.

While I do care, immensely, about the environment and watching my waste “Going Green” is just one small part of the reason why I’m card-less. However, no one can refute my response. They laugh gingerly and it spins the conversation in a completely different direction, one in which they drop the issue of why I don’t have a card.

I could just tell them to google me, but that would make me sound like an egomaniac.