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Some people think of their blogs as coffee shops. I think of mine as a dive bar with Microsoft Paint illustrations, Venn diagrams and awkward situational humor flowing from the tap. From bringing sexy back in a High School Musical bathing suit to (over)analyzing Dippin’ Dots’ outdated tagline, I’m easily entertained and rarely bored. I look at at life with a fresh perspective and I enjoy sharing it with the world.
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THE TIME I WROTE 1,000 WORDS ABOUT LADY GAGA
“Where are my keys, I lost my phone.”
Lady Gaga put a tag line on my early twenties.
But yesterday, my opinion of her shifted from “another mainstream train ready to run off the track” to “someone who really (f*cking) gets it.”
The shift took root a few weeks ago when I saw her on The Ellen Show.
Until then, I knew her as the crazy pop star whose lyrics and irresistible beats forced me to showcase really silly dance moves in crowded bars. During her interview, she joked, “People are surprised that I actually sing. I’m always like, ‘I thought that was part of the gig?’”
Her interview and her performance gave more depth to the shallow image I had formed of her. At her concert in Miami last night, the roots received more nutrients and some pleather-induced oxygen. Keep reading this awesomeness…
T-SHIRT IDEAS, EPISODE 11: A YOGA CLASS MEMOIR
I have an uncanny ability to rationalize 20 sweaty minutes into a yoga DVD that, “I’ve done enough for the day.”
And so, after three months of robbery* from L.A. Fitness, I took my desire for a firm butt and my avoidance of prolonged periods of self-induced pain to yoga class, a.k.a. peer-pressured torture.
My instructor looked so calm it made me nervous. He announced that yoga is not practiced in socks. I reluctantly peeled mine off, fearful of the stench that would soon invade my air supply.
Once our attire met his qualifications, we began class with legs crossed, hands in prayer and heads bowed. A room full of people and mandatory silence puts me on edge. I wanted to giggle, but refrained. Keep reading this awesomeness..
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