Sunday, March 23, 2014
Happiness is in the Eye of the Editor
How do you write about happiness without coming across as an overly idealistic, optimistic, sap?
It just seems that to write about happiness, you need to remove all tone and expression from it
to be taken seriously. Or not even to be taken seriously, but to not instantly be written off without
any second thought to content.
I started to write about appreciating the little things the other morning, and after letting my words sit for a
few hours, I re-read it and gagged on my dripping sappy words. At the time it was so real, so articulate,
so--right that to edit or dissect it seemed a crime against love. Against truth. Against life!
And then the power of self-editing sinks in.
You become the father in Moulin Rouge exclaiming that his son will waste his life away and never amount
to anything.
How do you refrain from self-editing? Is there worth in over-editing? Should I just give fewer f***s?
Dance in Your.....Whatever Kind of Morning
Dance! Dance every morning. I never understand it when people say they can't dance. Can they not dance, or do they just not want to be seen and ridiculoud? That fear never quite permeats me. Especially, if you've seen me dance, it's something between a dorky Charlie Brown and a 5-year old girl laughing.
Here's somethings to get you up and moving!
http://8tracks.com/idkwade/dancing-in-the-morning
http://8tracks.com/youhaveaheavyheart/dance-in-your-underwear-kind-of-mornings
Tightrope - Janelle Monae
Here's somethings to get you up and moving!
http://8tracks.com/idkwade/dancing-in-the-morning
http://8tracks.com/youhaveaheavyheart/dance-in-your-underwear-kind-of-mornings
Tightrope - Janelle Monae
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Missed You
I missed writing. I really did. In the past two and a half years, I've realized there is some functional relationship between writing and my overall well-being.
Not only does it allow me to be intraspective, but it soothes me. I've been in a lovely, long distance relationship for almost three years. I don't have many regrets, but one of them is that I abandoned writing. Many a fight would have been avoided if I simply went to a corner and scribbled my thoughts down.
Hopefully, my words--and relationship--can continue.
Not only does it allow me to be intraspective, but it soothes me. I've been in a lovely, long distance relationship for almost three years. I don't have many regrets, but one of them is that I abandoned writing. Many a fight would have been avoided if I simply went to a corner and scribbled my thoughts down.
Hopefully, my words--and relationship--can continue.
Friday, May 11, 2012
My Head is Made of Syrofoam
Those of you who know me well, or at least around enough to hear me bitch, probably know this phrase by now:
"My head is made of syrofoam"
To date, I've hadfour five concussions. Two were soccer related, one from rough-housing, and the most recent one from water polo. Oddly enough, I've never gotten a concussion from drunk antics, overall clumsiness or skiing.
UPDATE: Turns out I've now had five concussions.
This new concussion seems to be my most "legitimate" head injury. I was rear-ended yesterday on my way to work in a 45 mph zone. I do not know how fast the car behind me was going, but it was not a fun ride. After he hit me, my head hit the steering wheel, then hit the headrest, then said "WTF?!?!?!" Apparently the power from this impact was enough to put me into shock so I didn't notice the pain. I was preoccupied with being pissed that my baby's bumper/back panel is cracked (for reference my car is my baby; Ruby's a pretty girl).
My newly acquired medical history addition begs the question: "Why is my head so goddamn fragile?"
I took my vitamins when I was younger, and even now I still occasionally swallow a multivitamin. I drank milk and yogurt growing up, so we can not blame a lack of bone density. Perhaps all that bone density went elsewhere? The only bone I've ever broken was my toe due to a stupid decision. While not risk averse in life, I don't make completely stupid decisions all the time.
What is there left for me to do to protect my head? Should I invest in a bedazzled "life helmet"? I definitely choose a helmet over living in a bubble.
Should I try to be more careful? Should I embed a steel plate in my head? Why does Google's spell check not recognize "styrofoam" as a word? Ah the questions of life.
T.F.G.I.F.
"My head is made of syrofoam"
To date, I've had
UPDATE: Turns out I've now had five concussions.
This new concussion seems to be my most "legitimate" head injury. I was rear-ended yesterday on my way to work in a 45 mph zone. I do not know how fast the car behind me was going, but it was not a fun ride. After he hit me, my head hit the steering wheel, then hit the headrest, then said "WTF?!?!?!" Apparently the power from this impact was enough to put me into shock so I didn't notice the pain. I was preoccupied with being pissed that my baby's bumper/back panel is cracked (for reference my car is my baby; Ruby's a pretty girl).
My newly acquired medical history addition begs the question: "Why is my head so goddamn fragile?"
I took my vitamins when I was younger, and even now I still occasionally swallow a multivitamin. I drank milk and yogurt growing up, so we can not blame a lack of bone density. Perhaps all that bone density went elsewhere? The only bone I've ever broken was my toe due to a stupid decision. While not risk averse in life, I don't make completely stupid decisions all the time.
What is there left for me to do to protect my head? Should I invest in a bedazzled "life helmet"? I definitely choose a helmet over living in a bubble.
Should I try to be more careful? Should I embed a steel plate in my head? Why does Google's spell check not recognize "styrofoam" as a word? Ah the questions of life.
T.F.G.I.F.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Organized Complaining
Related to my last post, I have been traveling a fair deal. I've also been using an annoying amount of passive voice (literally a little gremlin starts poking at my brain with a sharp fingernail—excessive passive voice is aggravating), but that’s beside the point.
This morning, after reflecting on the aggravation of dealing with customer service, I have some guidelines. Don’t mistake me for being a hardass or hypocrite here. I’ve traveled more than most people ever will, and I do have patience, however, I operate on a two strike policy. I expect employees in customer service to do their job to the best of their capabilities, politely and pleasantly. Those are some of the caveats of service; you need to be polite and pleasant.
Guidelines:
1) Never fly with or deal with Delta airlines if you can help it.
a. I have a special vein that pops reserved for Delta operations, customer service, and employees.
b. I’m glad you found a job where you can be an incompetent idiot, but I’d rather you be hoarding my tax dollars in welfare than messing with my travel.
c. If your airline causes delays, possible missed flights, and inconsideration then it is your job to compensate me and find the best possible solution as soon as possible. I should not have to tell you what to do or how to do your job.
2) When dealing with financial organizations, or long phone chains, when in doubt press “0”. In most cases it takes you directly to an operator.
3) Phone trees are the plague. Have your organization limit the number of branches they use. a. Talking to that “dummy” operator makes everyone seem silly. Either improve your voice recognition software or go with the technique of pressing buttons.
4) Be polite to your passengers as a flight attendant. Your job is to secure safety, bring drinks and be pleasant. Barking, sass, snark and unpleasant sarcasm are unwelcome. If you are having a bad day, be human and explain that to your passengers. They will be a lot more understanding than just watching you pick away at another passenger.
5) When traveling, pick a layover wisely.
a. Too little time and you’ll become a hot mess running through terminals. No one wants to be that person bashing others with their baggage.
b. Too much time and you will be bored out of your mind. Depending on the airport, there is only so much area to wander. I’ve done a few laps around Newark before.
c. Pick a time that allows you to get where you want to be without excess perspiration.
i. Preferably you will be able to read a little bit, be prepared, and have a well-deserved drink.
6) Travel with a loved one. Nothing makes stress more manageable than smooches. Apart from booze that is. a. The magical combination is to be lightly buzzed with your significant other.
7) If “Economy Plus” is only $9 more, it’s worth it. Trust me. I’m not even that tall either.
I don’t doubt that more pet peeves will surface eventually, but for now, bullet points and numbering remind me too much of work. Peace out homeslices.
I apologize for the odd formatting. My brain was stuck between "regular" typing and HTML.
This morning, after reflecting on the aggravation of dealing with customer service, I have some guidelines. Don’t mistake me for being a hardass or hypocrite here. I’ve traveled more than most people ever will, and I do have patience, however, I operate on a two strike policy. I expect employees in customer service to do their job to the best of their capabilities, politely and pleasantly. Those are some of the caveats of service; you need to be polite and pleasant.
Guidelines:
1) Never fly with or deal with Delta airlines if you can help it.
a. I have a special vein that pops reserved for Delta operations, customer service, and employees.
b. I’m glad you found a job where you can be an incompetent idiot, but I’d rather you be hoarding my tax dollars in welfare than messing with my travel.
c. If your airline causes delays, possible missed flights, and inconsideration then it is your job to compensate me and find the best possible solution as soon as possible. I should not have to tell you what to do or how to do your job.
2) When dealing with financial organizations, or long phone chains, when in doubt press “0”. In most cases it takes you directly to an operator.
3) Phone trees are the plague. Have your organization limit the number of branches they use. a. Talking to that “dummy” operator makes everyone seem silly. Either improve your voice recognition software or go with the technique of pressing buttons.
4) Be polite to your passengers as a flight attendant. Your job is to secure safety, bring drinks and be pleasant. Barking, sass, snark and unpleasant sarcasm are unwelcome. If you are having a bad day, be human and explain that to your passengers. They will be a lot more understanding than just watching you pick away at another passenger.
5) When traveling, pick a layover wisely.
a. Too little time and you’ll become a hot mess running through terminals. No one wants to be that person bashing others with their baggage.
b. Too much time and you will be bored out of your mind. Depending on the airport, there is only so much area to wander. I’ve done a few laps around Newark before.
c. Pick a time that allows you to get where you want to be without excess perspiration.
i. Preferably you will be able to read a little bit, be prepared, and have a well-deserved drink.
6) Travel with a loved one. Nothing makes stress more manageable than smooches. Apart from booze that is. a. The magical combination is to be lightly buzzed with your significant other.
7) If “Economy Plus” is only $9 more, it’s worth it. Trust me. I’m not even that tall either.
I don’t doubt that more pet peeves will surface eventually, but for now, bullet points and numbering remind me too much of work. Peace out homeslices.
I apologize for the odd formatting. My brain was stuck between "regular" typing and HTML.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Airport Eating
In my work, I have been traveling a lot more in the past two to three months. Due to the increased frequency of travel (air travel here, we're not talking measly drives to Chicago, but plane rides to the East Coast, West Coast and Caribbean) I started to notice some of my odd behaviors more.
Whenever I am flying through O'Hare, if I am tired or stressed at all I have a default comfort order. Not nutritious, apparently delicious, give me a small order of fries and a M&M McFlurry, and I'm good to go. I don't fully know how this craving came about. My main hypothesis is a childhood craving for junk food, since we weren't allowed it regularly. I suppose it's comparable to a frostie and fries, although let's be serious, McDonald's fries are clearly superior. Didn't you know they put crack in the fryer?
The oddest thing is that it happens only in O'Hare. I guess it's because I hate that airport?
That's a separate rant entirely.
A recent development in commuter consumption is the booze. While I was still flying across country for college, and some flights were post 21, I never felt the urge to drink while traveling until I started working. Perhaps it was college frugality? Then again, I had a $40 bottle of Chambourd above my fridge Senior year. Maybe I truly wasn't as stressed? I really think that while professional travel brings stress, it also allows you to be reimbursed for checked bags. Who wants to worry about the aftermaths of your whiskey sours combining with the motor skills to navigate a large roller-board?
This girl sure doesn't.
In completely unrelated news, this song has been in my head all day. I'm sure I've annoyed in someone in the office by now thanks to my officemate's speakers.
Whenever I am flying through O'Hare, if I am tired or stressed at all I have a default comfort order. Not nutritious, apparently delicious, give me a small order of fries and a M&M McFlurry, and I'm good to go. I don't fully know how this craving came about. My main hypothesis is a childhood craving for junk food, since we weren't allowed it regularly. I suppose it's comparable to a frostie and fries, although let's be serious, McDonald's fries are clearly superior. Didn't you know they put crack in the fryer?
The oddest thing is that it happens only in O'Hare. I guess it's because I hate that airport?
That's a separate rant entirely.
A recent development in commuter consumption is the booze. While I was still flying across country for college, and some flights were post 21, I never felt the urge to drink while traveling until I started working. Perhaps it was college frugality? Then again, I had a $40 bottle of Chambourd above my fridge Senior year. Maybe I truly wasn't as stressed? I really think that while professional travel brings stress, it also allows you to be reimbursed for checked bags. Who wants to worry about the aftermaths of your whiskey sours combining with the motor skills to navigate a large roller-board?
This girl sure doesn't.
In completely unrelated news, this song has been in my head all day. I'm sure I've annoyed in someone in the office by now thanks to my officemate's speakers.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
I'm Not A Platypus, or Don't Hate Because You Can Only Button Mash
Most of my titles make a decent amount of sense. This one will after reading the post, but it does grab your attention, doesn't it? When was the last time you thought about platypuses? I find them cute, but then again, I have a habit of being able to draw just about anything in a cute form. The point is platypuses are rare, so rare that it is the sole living representative of its family (Ornithorhynchidae) and genus(Ornithorhynchus). While almost hunted to a threatening level for their fur, they are currently not under any immediate threat. You just can't find them outside of Australia.
This little scientific background about the platypus brings me to the point of my longwinded-ness. I'm not a platypus. I'm not that rare, I'm not extinct, I'm not exotic, you just have to sometimes look a little harder to find me.
I'm not a platypus, I'm a girl who games.
Maybe I'm just not used to coming out of the technological, socially-challenged, adventuresome, ridiculous world of RPI. I got used to girls who game, flaming cereal, rubix cube costumes, cosplay, LAN parties, SSB tournaments, playing video games at work and reviewing the newest Mortal Kombat game for the Poly, the school's newspaper. Maybe this shouldn't be such a surprise, maybe I shouldn't be face-palming so hard at so many guys, but I just have to wonder, why are girls who game still considered an anomaly?
Since living in Madison for over three weeks now, and being in the "real world" there's been a plethera of responses to the fact that I own a PS3, play a variety of games, am decently good at said games, and used to play PC games. There were one or two responses of just plain acceptance, which is really nice. Then there are two others which include flirtatious joking about giving me a bad time for playing video games, in the sense that ::GASP!:: a girl who games? Don't be silly. The other, which I find a bit annoying is:
I've always found a girl who games to be kind of sexy.
Ladies, do you find a guy who games sexy? I'm not sure if the reverse is true, it might be, I'm not going to hate, but it doesn't always seem to be the case in my opinion. During my lunch break at work the other day, I found this interesting little infograph that you can see below. (I apologize again for the image disrupting my blog's formatting.)
According to their research, women now account for 40% of all gamers and 67% of households engage in playing video games. While 40% isn't half and half, it's still not really a minority considering the only categories are pretty much a) guys or b)girls. There's a lot of us who do this! Why is this odd?
Now, I will say that I didn't do a lot of follow-up research into this, so I don't know what they are classifying as "gaming". There are some statistics that incorporate women who play Farmville or Mafia Wars on Facebook as gaming. I don't know the break down of PC verses console games. My hunch is that it's a smaller statistic, but even so, 40% is nothing to shake your head at.
My musings above are turning out to be one of my more annoying posts personally, where I don't really make a solid point or reach a definite conclusion, but rather verbalize my own befuddlement. I don't understand why it's weird that a girl could play video games. Both myself and my two younger sisters always have and still do. I remember when I was five and I played Pajama Sam on our good old Windows 95 system. We all had Gameboys, then Gameboy Colors, Gameboy Advances, and both of my sisters currently have DSs. A paycheck or two from now, I'd like to have one of the new 3-D DSs.
Maybe it's the fact that we were raised by parents who's love story was set in the early days of Intel. Maybe it's because most of my cousins are guys, so many summers included playing Super Smash Brothers, StarFox, and Halo when we couldn't go to the beach. Maybe my family's just plain nerdy?
Who knows, maybe that (and many other) statistic is just flat out wrong and female gamers really are an odd phenomenon. I don't really understand it all. Back to coding work, followed by an evening of cleaning and restoring my FFXIII data.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
At Odds About Odds and Ends
In the grand scheme of things, this post has almost as much weight as angel food cake. That's being generous too. Relaxing on a Saturday morning in my pajamas, I'm allowed to be superficially indulgent. I get my first real paycheck in a little over a week, and my girlfriend Adya and I have already started the fantasizing.
There's the practical purchases; I'd like to get some more pots and pans, maybe a small dresser for my room. The foodie in me is dying for a good steak, grilled with my favorite Pappa Jake's seasoning, I can melt in the flavors of spice and smoothness of the pepper, natural juices, washed down with a good Cabernet. Mmmmmm.
Back to Saturday morning: there are the practical, and then there's the "I don't need this, but I want it and I'm enjoying having freedom with my spending" aka indulgence and wants. The real question is: girly fashion or rock climbing gear.
While I still don't have a car, and won't for a while, my friend Jeff is willing to drive anywhere and is always up for everything. On Thursday, we went to this climbing gym on the East side. I remembered how to belay, and the Girl Scout in me remembered a figure-8 knot. Climbing the 5.9 to show that I remembered how to move, my muscles seemed to effortlessly know how to balance, how to position. Damn I love moving.
I'm working on joining a swim club at work, and hopefully I can convince Jeff to make climbing a weekly release. If so, I'm really tempted to buy my own shoes and harness, you know actually have some gear. I've always enjoyed climbing, just never really had the time nor capital to fund this interest, so the thought of immediate advancement and gratification? That paycheck is going to be so satisfying.
Shoes and a harness? Just shoes so I can buy a shirt at Anthropologie, maybe a necklace too?
As a girl in the modern age, we've been told we can have it all. Sometimes though, it sucks considering that your optimization is unfortunately a constrained problem.
There's the practical purchases; I'd like to get some more pots and pans, maybe a small dresser for my room. The foodie in me is dying for a good steak, grilled with my favorite Pappa Jake's seasoning, I can melt in the flavors of spice and smoothness of the pepper, natural juices, washed down with a good Cabernet. Mmmmmm.
Back to Saturday morning: there are the practical, and then there's the "I don't need this, but I want it and I'm enjoying having freedom with my spending" aka indulgence and wants. The real question is: girly fashion or rock climbing gear.
While I still don't have a car, and won't for a while, my friend Jeff is willing to drive anywhere and is always up for everything. On Thursday, we went to this climbing gym on the East side. I remembered how to belay, and the Girl Scout in me remembered a figure-8 knot. Climbing the 5.9 to show that I remembered how to move, my muscles seemed to effortlessly know how to balance, how to position. Damn I love moving.
I'm working on joining a swim club at work, and hopefully I can convince Jeff to make climbing a weekly release. If so, I'm really tempted to buy my own shoes and harness, you know actually have some gear. I've always enjoyed climbing, just never really had the time nor capital to fund this interest, so the thought of immediate advancement and gratification? That paycheck is going to be so satisfying.
Shoes and a harness? Just shoes so I can buy a shirt at Anthropologie, maybe a necklace too?
As a girl in the modern age, we've been told we can have it all. Sometimes though, it sucks considering that your optimization is unfortunately a constrained problem.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Personalization Preferences
Man, do I love a good alliteration. Anywho, as some of you might be aware. I'm a big kid now. I've got an apartment, soon to be co-habited my a roommate, a carpool, a t.v., and the ever elusive employment. At my lovely new place of paycheck sources, I do not have a cubicle.
What have I then?
I have my very own office (see stance of proud accomplishment). Well, technically, it's not all my own. I have an officemate, Corey who's pretty chill.
Since I do have an office, complete with desk, whiteboard, bulletin board, phone and dual monitors, how should I decorate it? I have a few favorite family photos and Gumby and Pokey currently on my desk. In addition, there is a mug that will never leave since Epic is aiding in fueling my caffeine addiction with free coffee.
I'll post photos soon, but today I forgot my memory card adaptor. Silly Sony Cybershot being all picky and exclusive.
What have I then?
I have my very own office (see stance of proud accomplishment). Well, technically, it's not all my own. I have an officemate, Corey who's pretty chill.
Since I do have an office, complete with desk, whiteboard, bulletin board, phone and dual monitors, how should I decorate it? I have a few favorite family photos and Gumby and Pokey currently on my desk. In addition, there is a mug that will never leave since Epic is aiding in fueling my caffeine addiction with free coffee.
I'll post photos soon, but today I forgot my memory card adaptor. Silly Sony Cybershot being all picky and exclusive.
Monday, July 11, 2011
On Jewelry, or Why Do People Like the Absolute?
Somewhere in the walks of life, I remember either hearing or reading this:
Everytime this pops into my head I can't helpu but to stop, pause and disagree. First, I am not a fan of the absolute. The closest I've gotten to this is a personal rule to not kiss on the first date, and my best friend Patrick is still the sole exception. There's exceptions everywher in life.
Secondly, it just seems a bit, well, silly. I still wear a good deal of gifts from exes. I also don't throw things out, so take that as you will. I'm a pack rat at heart. I wear the white and silver scarf given to me from the co-producer of my worst break-up to date. I didn't throw out the handcrafted metal rose given to me for my 21st birthday from a crazy boy. I occassionally wear some of the necklaces given to me by my longest overall relationship. The main exception is that I do not wear the diamond necklace that was a Christmas gift from my first boyfriend.
I understand the above "rule" as a guideline to, don't wear something that weirds you out. Makes sense, right? That's what the diamond necklace does. I can't pin point exactly what it is, but there's just been this sentiment that leaves me no reason to put it on.
Thoughts dear readers? This mainly pertains to the female half, but I guess it could also extend to you dudes in the form of clothes? Any of you discard jewelry from someone in your past?
Is it dusty in the back of a draw somewhere, or does it have a comfortable home in your regular wardrobe?
You shouldn't wear jewelry an ex gave you
Everytime this pops into my head I can't helpu but to stop, pause and disagree. First, I am not a fan of the absolute. The closest I've gotten to this is a personal rule to not kiss on the first date, and my best friend Patrick is still the sole exception. There's exceptions everywher in life.
Secondly, it just seems a bit, well, silly. I still wear a good deal of gifts from exes. I also don't throw things out, so take that as you will. I'm a pack rat at heart. I wear the white and silver scarf given to me from the co-producer of my worst break-up to date. I didn't throw out the handcrafted metal rose given to me for my 21st birthday from a crazy boy. I occassionally wear some of the necklaces given to me by my longest overall relationship. The main exception is that I do not wear the diamond necklace that was a Christmas gift from my first boyfriend.
I understand the above "rule" as a guideline to, don't wear something that weirds you out. Makes sense, right? That's what the diamond necklace does. I can't pin point exactly what it is, but there's just been this sentiment that leaves me no reason to put it on.
Thoughts dear readers? This mainly pertains to the female half, but I guess it could also extend to you dudes in the form of clothes? Any of you discard jewelry from someone in your past?
Is it dusty in the back of a draw somewhere, or does it have a comfortable home in your regular wardrobe?
Most Favoritest
One of my most favorite, simple little pleasures in life is when you're either doing the dishes or dispensing shampoo, and a spree of tiny soap bubbles comes whistfully darting out.
You just kind of stand there and watch their playful descent upon the tile. It always makes me smile.
Happy thought of the day.
EDIT: Sorry about the large photo size screwing around with the layout. I'm a bit too busy to fix it.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Anger at the Interwebs
Earlier this week, on my first day of work actually, my gmail account was hacked/spammed, and overall compromised. It sent a lot of people a phishing email saying I had been mugged in London, and that I needed money wired to me.
Now while it would be great to be in London, I'm actually in Wisconsin. Working. I have enough to deal with; I didn't need this.
I reported it to Google that my account had been compromised, changed my password, altered filters, but I am still having problems recieving emails. Hopefully, I can get this fixed once and for all soon, and won't have dramatic troubles with my blog, since they are both connected on the same Google account.
Why do people really have to be jerks sometimes?
Now while it would be great to be in London, I'm actually in Wisconsin. Working. I have enough to deal with; I didn't need this.
I reported it to Google that my account had been compromised, changed my password, altered filters, but I am still having problems recieving emails. Hopefully, I can get this fixed once and for all soon, and won't have dramatic troubles with my blog, since they are both connected on the same Google account.
Why do people really have to be jerks sometimes?
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
I'm Not Homeless!
This past week marked a momentous occasion and the unloading of a lot of stress and paranoia. Why you may ask? Because I finally got my but in gear and claimed an apartment.
My future roommate, Rose, and I will be living in a new complex within 10 minutes of driving to work. For the first month, I'll be without a car, but I do welcome a 25 minute bike ride to work.
Also, two bedrooms, two full bathrooms, a breakfast bar in the kitchen, and a den? For less than $1300 a month? Hells yeah.
I'm excited. Feel free to post decorating ideas!
My future roommate, Rose, and I will be living in a new complex within 10 minutes of driving to work. For the first month, I'll be without a car, but I do welcome a 25 minute bike ride to work.
Also, two bedrooms, two full bathrooms, a breakfast bar in the kitchen, and a den? For less than $1300 a month? Hells yeah.
I'm excited. Feel free to post decorating ideas!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The Lesser of Two Evils?
Warning: I am aware I will potentially piss off a good deal of sports fans with this post. Just remember, this is my opinion, so deal with it.
What is it about the Mets? Yes, I am aware they suck, aren't the best, and are consistently pummeled year after year, but why all this pity for the Mets? I've been a supporter of the Mets since I was around nine, when one day I bothered to sit down and watch a game with my grandmother in between Uno rounds. I normally don't really care what others think, let alone what people think of the teams I support (I am aware that the Blazers consistently don't always have the best players, track record, or well just....it's Rip City, don't hate), but recently my friend Nick posted this on facebook to a friend:
And this is from NYC itself. I'm aware you guys have the Yankees, but come on.
I think that my recent defense of the Mets comes also from conversations with my boyfriend. As a resident of Massachusetts, he is prone to saying "wicked", having a love affair with Boston, and defending that his state has some of the best teams in all sports. I'll give them the Bruins. I'll agree that the Celtics can be, and are better sometimes, than the Blazers. Portland doesn't even have a football team, nor does the rest of the state, so I'm indifferent on the Patriots.
The Red Sox though?
You can't say that Red Sox fans are better than Mets fans.
Now just to be clear, I'm not saying that the Red Sox are a bad team. I cannot debate that they have been an excellent team this past decade.
What I am saying, is that prior to 2003, the Red Sox won just about as much as the Mets and both teams' fans were regarded as masochists.
Answer me this friends and interwebs: why pity and condescend upon Mets fans? Don't the Yankees already have enough to be jerks about?
What is it about the Mets? Yes, I am aware they suck, aren't the best, and are consistently pummeled year after year, but why all this pity for the Mets? I've been a supporter of the Mets since I was around nine, when one day I bothered to sit down and watch a game with my grandmother in between Uno rounds. I normally don't really care what others think, let alone what people think of the teams I support (I am aware that the Blazers consistently don't always have the best players, track record, or well just....it's Rip City, don't hate), but recently my friend Nick posted this on facebook to a friend:
And this is from NYC itself. I'm aware you guys have the Yankees, but come on.
I think that my recent defense of the Mets comes also from conversations with my boyfriend. As a resident of Massachusetts, he is prone to saying "wicked", having a love affair with Boston, and defending that his state has some of the best teams in all sports. I'll give them the Bruins. I'll agree that the Celtics can be, and are better sometimes, than the Blazers. Portland doesn't even have a football team, nor does the rest of the state, so I'm indifferent on the Patriots.
The Red Sox though?
You can't say that Red Sox fans are better than Mets fans.
Now just to be clear, I'm not saying that the Red Sox are a bad team. I cannot debate that they have been an excellent team this past decade.
What I am saying, is that prior to 2003, the Red Sox won just about as much as the Mets and both teams' fans were regarded as masochists.
Answer me this friends and interwebs: why pity and condescend upon Mets fans? Don't the Yankees already have enough to be jerks about?
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Well...Part 2
I know this is weird, but I am kind of happy that I almost let my blog die.
I neglected, or well, did not commit as much time to, my blog due to all the other activities in my life. I could make excuses, I could list off everything, or I could even make a long rambling assessment of how every situation has molded and changed me. I'm not going to do that now. Probably later. I like to write, and have a habit of rambling, but not now.
In my life now, is a different stage. I graduated from R.P.I. with a dual degree in Mathematics and Economics. I landed a job back in February. I am moving to a new city where I have never lived before. I may soon be able to have a laptop without a sticking e key.
About three days ago, I received an email detailing my total of loans and outlining repayment plans. On Monday I bought a professional looking bag for work. I just paid my bills including my last utility payment for my apartment in Troy. I am calling to finalize apartments tomorrow.
I am an adult. It is weird.
Kind of like a mixed corgi.
Yeah. I'm tired, just go with it <3
I neglected, or well, did not commit as much time to, my blog due to all the other activities in my life. I could make excuses, I could list off everything, or I could even make a long rambling assessment of how every situation has molded and changed me. I'm not going to do that now. Probably later. I like to write, and have a habit of rambling, but not now.
In my life now, is a different stage. I graduated from R.P.I. with a dual degree in Mathematics and Economics. I landed a job back in February. I am moving to a new city where I have never lived before. I may soon be able to have a laptop without a sticking e key.
About three days ago, I received an email detailing my total of loans and outlining repayment plans. On Monday I bought a professional looking bag for work. I just paid my bills including my last utility payment for my apartment in Troy. I am calling to finalize apartments tomorrow.
I am an adult. It is weird.
Kind of like a mixed corgi.
Yeah. I'm tired, just go with it <3
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Return of Materialism!
Hello good readers! As I've brought my fingers back to the worn down keyboard on my laptop, I have decided to also bring back an old feature of this blog: Wish List Wednesday. Partially because, why not? Also, on July 5th I start my first day of work at a real big-person job. Health Benefits? Salary! GASP!
In that light, I have to somehow figure out somewhere to live in Madison, Wisconsin and how to get all of my stuff there. While this task is daunting to say the least, the opportunity to decorate is delightful. The next few weeks of Wish List Wednesday are thus dedicated to frivolous home goods that I won'be be able to afford for a while, but heck, we could all use some pretty wishful thinking.
This week, I give you.....(drum roll).......
CHANDELIERS!
For some silly reason, ever since I was a little girl, even in my tom-boy stages, I wanted some form of chandelier in my room. While lighting is practical, chandeliers certaintly aren't. You've got to admit, they are pretty though. Below are two ones I've been lusting over from Pottery Barn.
First one: flowers are pretty.
Secondly, I think I have a thing for nature inspired pieces
Stay tuned for next week's dose of silly materialism!
In that light, I have to somehow figure out somewhere to live in Madison, Wisconsin and how to get all of my stuff there. While this task is daunting to say the least, the opportunity to decorate is delightful. The next few weeks of Wish List Wednesday are thus dedicated to frivolous home goods that I won'be be able to afford for a while, but heck, we could all use some pretty wishful thinking.
This week, I give you.....(drum roll).......
CHANDELIERS!
For some silly reason, ever since I was a little girl, even in my tom-boy stages, I wanted some form of chandelier in my room. While lighting is practical, chandeliers certaintly aren't. You've got to admit, they are pretty though. Below are two ones I've been lusting over from Pottery Barn.
First one: flowers are pretty.
Secondly, I think I have a thing for nature inspired pieces
Stay tuned for next week's dose of silly materialism!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Look How Far We've Come
When I was a little kid, I wanted to grow up to be an artist and a painter. I was going to have a studio house on top of one of the hills in Southern California, overlooking the beach. My days would consist of sketching, drinking iced tea, writing, playing with my dog, and throwing paint onto canvases.
Where did that childhood dream go?
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