Hey, you.
Yeah you.
You’re clearly still in the wrong place. Can you resubscribe to my feed here please? Thanks.
Teresa
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THIS BLOG IS SO 2007
Dear readers,
Allen says it’s not clear that I’ve moved, so here it is again for the bright people who somehow didn’t understand my last post.
THIS BLOG IS DEAD!
Find me at BYTERESAWU.COM, fix yo’ links, subscribe to my new feed, and have a wonderful day.
Love,
Teresa
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Unleashing the magic!
I’m officially (or unofficially, since I probably have broken links galore) set up at BYTERESAWU.COM.
To my beloved subscribers: Please resubscribe to me there so I can experience the kindness of strangers firsthand and pretend people who aren’t my mom like me too.
Everyone else: please update your blogroll links for me, as I will stop updating here. Thanks!
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And another one bites the dust

Hearst announced today that CosmoGIRL! is folding; its last issue will be this December.
Even though it is being consolidated with Seventeen magazine, CosmoGIRL! defined much of the bedtime reading of my youth, and I’m sad to see it — and print in general — crumble with falling ad sales. In particular, CG!’s end hits a heartstring because I’ve been to the offices. I’ve met and corresponded with editors. It’s a funny feeling to know that senior-level people who have given me career advice are now cleaning out their desks and wondering about job security.
First ElleGirl, now CosmoGIRL! — teen mags are the first market to go because we’re the internet generation. There’s something wonderful about receiving a magazine in the mail, flipping through the sleek pages, smelling the perfume samples… it’s an experience that can’t be simulated on my laptop. But while I may have (have had?) career aspirations to freelance for magazines since the age of 5, I am every bit as guilty of letting my subscriptions dwindle off, especially when I can find everything online for FREE. I met several editors this summer who told me “print is here to stay.” I’m not saying it’s going to ever disappearing entirely, but I’ll go so far as to say that in time, having magazine subscriptions arrive in the mail will be as obsolete as deliveries of fresh milk for generations past.
For now, it’s teen mags that are hit the hardest. But what happens when this generation becomes the Glamour/Cosmopolitan/Vogue target demographic?
My hope is that as print expires, publishers will prioritize their web counterparts. ElleGirl kept its website; CG!’s keeping its website, which goes to show that’s the sector that’s actually making money — far from print’s goal of just staying afloat. Mags have tried to hold on for as long as possible and as a result, they’ve spent too much energy trying to salvage print and too little time building on the web.
For so long, content written for the web has been highly undervalued and underpaid. It’s sort of a catch-22 because currently, freelancing for print publications still pays significantly better than writing for the web, (unless you’re turning your own profits). But if print is no longer churning out revenue and everything is “going to the web,” the writers are supposed to follow. Yet where do you start writing for the web when nobody wants to pay you for it? So many sites solicit unpaid writers and bloggers, but who can make a lucrative career off hoping that underpaid web writing will eventually be rewarded? And still, web clips still aren’t recognized with the same legitimacy as print clips. Lose-lose.
New Halloween costume: I am dressing up as a newspaper with bloodstains and walking around stabbing myself repeatedly. Will high five any media geek who catches on. (Though um, everyone should.)
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Tags: cosmogirl, hearst, magazines, media, newspapers, print, publishing
Thursday nights
Never thought I’d say this, but I’m too old to be going out on Thursday nights. (And if we recall, I’m only 19.) Post-club, I fell asleep in my roommate’s bed within the 10-minute span that the pizza was in the oven and woke up disoriented at 7 a.m. to write a paper (which I finished in two hours like a pro, naturally).

Also: a guy really did say, “I know you wanna daaance,” and I really did yell back, “um, NOT REALLY!” Brandon says there are only so many times he is going to save me from being beat over the head on the dance floor, and I have almost used them all up.
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Fruit ingestion 101
Training my carnivore roommate to incorporate fruit into his diet.
B: Hey, how do you eat a peach?
T: Just wash it. Is it ripe yet? I think it’ll be better after a few days.
B: But I wanna eat it now.
T: Okay, just wash it then.
B: What the… what’s this hairy stuff?
T: Peaches have fuzz.
B: …Oh.
He rinses the peach.
B: This doesn’t look very sanitary.
T: It’s fine.
B: Really? Just water?
T: Just eat it.
Five minutes later, he reemerges.
B: I think it’s moldy.
T: Peaches are fuzzy.
B: Are you sure?
T: I swear it.
He goes back into his room. Moments later, on the phone…
B: Have you ever eaten a peach before?
B: Is the skin supposed to be fuzzy?
B: Are you allowed to eat the skin?
B: Oh, okay, bye.
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A smorgasbord of blogs
I have not the energy to be even slightly entertaining tonight, so here is proof that bloggers are the most interesting people you know. (Minus myself, whose life of crippling normalcy is enough to make anyone else eat their feelings. Oh wait — I do.) Recommending quite the assortment from my Google Reader…
- Alana Taylor: A blog by Alana, who writes about tech, entertainment, life, and the fabulous New York City, and whom, by the looks of my Google Reader, I have a crush on.
- Bnjammin’s Blog: As Ben puts it, “putting the eek in geek” while sharing both his social networking advice and his quality taste in comic strips.
- Capitol Coverage: Mel, my main wingwoman of the summer, documents her (watered-down for her mother’s benefit) exploitation of the political scene as an intern in DC.
- The Chicktionary: Lena, a Harvard-on-hiatus-student who travels, blogs, and has the whole starving freelance-writing thing going on, except she gets paid for it while I mostly just starve.
- Fifty Sixty: Another personal blog penned by my co-starving magazine-junkie freelance-writing media whore, Elaine Low, who recently moved to the City of Angels to blend in among the population of starving actors.
- Gringo Rider: Stories of my high school friend Mattan’s several-month journey through South America on Isaac, his motorcycle. Go over and PayPal him a beer.
- Jessica Mah Meets World: This girl wasn’t even born in the ’80s, man. But she writes about her life as a techie, young entrepreneur, and starting this past quarter, student life at UC Berkeley.
- Miss Couturable: Noel — another young’n! The 17-year-old fashion blogger is another Bay Area native who interned at a fashion mag in NYC this summer. We both heart froyo and stay up late, except she does it to study while I do it to eat cereal, change my blog layout for the 17th time, and pick out new ringtones.
- Small Vocabulary: Len — someone who compliments me on my witticisms though I’ve been obviously funnier since the day I was born — discusses the self-discovery in enrolling in New York’s comedy scene.
For the most part, they are definitely not your run-of-the-mill blogs. Nor are they your run-of-the-mill people. (To my friends who make fun of me for meeting people online, I swear I met like, only five of them online.)
…Fine. Like seven! Whatever. Stop judging me.
Okay, I’ve showed you mine. Now show me your favorite blogs.
Happy reading.
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Tags: blogging, blogs
The beeffs
So I know I’m one of those mildly irritating people who refers to every other person as one of my best friends, but I really do miss my two very best girlfriends. This is us flaunting our immaturity by attempting self-created bedhead back in May, which is the last time we were all together.
Sophia is academia-ing away at UCLA, where I’ll hopefully be visiting by the end of this month. Steph is traipsing around Europe for her studies abroad (”studies” being a loose term here) and failing at providing me with comprehensive blog updates, which is the one gift I asked of her. But she did send me one particularly hilarious e-mail she received last week:
HI STEPHANIE,
IAM THE BOY FROM YESTERDAY NIGHT IN ARAF.
IT WAS NICE MOMENTS AND FANTASTIC VIBE.
IF U WONDER GUYS,WE CAN DRINK A COFFEA IN STURBUCKS TODAY.
I WILL TAKE ALONG MY FRIEND.AROUND TAKSIM???
FOND REGARDS
ALTAN
Um, way precious. I’d better find an Altan of my own to have nice moments with in Cyprus!
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Tags: best friends, bffs, europe, friends, study abroad
The game of life
I spent my Saturday night playing the game of Life (literally). Apparently I was a CHP officer making $90k right out of graduation and got paid when people were “speeding!” B married Tila Tequila. Stef took on a lesbian lover and still managed to have two baby boys. By about age 23 I had also run a marathon, invented a new toy, and become President. When I was playing this game when I was seven, all of that was fun and games, but now, at near-graduation point, my to-be real life will likely entail being owner to a $26k-salaried career, no prospects of marital companionship, and a marked lack of practical life accomplishments. It’s really paling in comparison. And I definitely won’t get handed $10k every time someone spins a 10.
Anyway, after coming home from a typically mediocre college party, the boys decided their night needed some entertainment and carried my mattress downstairs. I whined. In response, they offered to move my boxspring down too, “to make it more comfortable for you.” I really can’t figure out how to move it back up myself so I worked on convincing them to join in for a slumber party. They’re not nearly as enthused about the idea so as of now it looks like I’m spending the night alone on my twin mattress in our otherwise empty living room.
Such is life.
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Tags: college, games, roomies, roommates, ucsd
Taking the plunge
In an effort to avoid my five-page essay that is (rather cruelly) due during the second week of school in about seven hours, I’m doing other productive things, such as:
- making fried rice
- putting my receipts in order by date
- buying myself a domain
You can now find my blog by just going to: www.byteresawu.com
And yes, I still do hold it against Teresa Wu, Graphic Designer for snagging www.teresawu.com but I won’t cry about it. At least not publicly. Couldn’t my mother have named me Shaniqua Wu? Or at least given me a middle name? Work with me here, Mother. She talks all the time about how the purpose of moving to America was to further the career potential of her unborn child, AKA yours truly, yet the lack of consideration regarding the uniqueness of my name — a major factor — was completely ignored. I guess I should consider myself lucky I’m not a Fang-Wei or a Ling-Bao. (To the Fang-Weis of the world: I say this with all the sympathy I have.)
Now we can celebrate, people. I know you guys can’t remember www.teresawu.wordpress.com. I know because you all Google “teresa wu blog” all the time and I can see you. That’s right. I can see you.
Here’s an actual something “By Teresa Wu” for y’all to read. My very… first… column, inspired by my blogging and Low’s encouragement. Certain little things got changed during the copy flow that irk me slightly, but I guess that’s editing for ya. My roommates pretended they hated it, but secretly they liked it. Their only complaints were that “B” and “K” did not suffice. K says he would have preferred to be called “Cobra.” Because I’m sure that would’ve gone over real well. They do make a good point though. As I am paid per character, “Cobra” would have perhaps upped me a whole 11 cents.
I promise to write about something more substantial next time, like how the only worthwhile food items on the whole of our campus are A) the Cafe V carrot cake and B) the Sierra Summit cornbread. I’m not sure I can do 900 words on that, but I have a huge mental list of sensory food words to fall back on.
Oh, and I had about 14 minutes to come up with a column name, and it ended up being “Between the Lines,” which, I know, is not creative at all. But my blog is cheesily titled “A Bite of the Big Apple” so I’m sure we’ve all figured out how brilliantly creative I am by now.
You know why I need to marry a techie? Because I never sleep. So he can web-develop into the night, and I can writer’s-block into the night, and there will be none of that “Come to bed, honey” crap. Programmers + writers: when left brain and right brain make love.
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