This is a quick snapshot, via my phone, of my desk and workspace right now over break. I'm not sure what it says about me currently, however, I am pretty sure there is some sort of correlation between number of drinks on the surface to mental processes. I'll get back to you on that one after further research.
Just a brief post because I am currently sketching everything.
Points to those who can identify each liquid consumed.
Recently in interviews, I have been asked: where do you see yourself in one, five, and ten years from now? Initially, my brain's response is similar to: mixed a bit with because let's be serious here. First off, the question is only asked to get a sense of my goals in a 30 second interview blurb. Secondly, I have no idea.
Well actually I do. I know where I'd like to be in a year.
EMPLOYED
Also known as, hire me pretty please? Back to a state of semi-seriousness, that's about all I have on an idea where I'd like to be in a year. Five? Ten? Let me just back up and start laughing now as to where my life could be.
In five years, I will be 26. In ten years, I'll be 31. That's a long time from now, and geezes I'll be old. Somewhere in there is the time that Mother Nature and other factors start shouting BABY, MARRIAGE, 401K, DENTAL PLANS, SAFE SCHOOLS, and HOME OWNERS ASSOCIATIONS. I don't know about you, but Home Owners Associations are scary. There isn't much point to this rant, other than to confirm that I'm scared silly of the upcoming year, and especially time after graduating from RPI. The only other main point is to mock the ridiculousness of the question:
Where do you see yourself in ten years?
Yes, I am aware that some people are more organized than me. Yes, some are more focused and have this figured out. Currently, my one year plan consists of full-time employment, graduation and sanity. My five year plan is only outlined thus far in terms of paying off undergraduate loans. The ten year plan?
Hell if I know.
If nothing else fails, I have decided that I will marry a rich Swiss banker (or just some randomly rich dude preferably with a nice nose, smile and decent head of hair) through a montage of scenes involving my wit, charm, and endearing clumsiness he will be captivated by me. We will live in a chateau along the Swiss Alps, and since he will be so busy traveling, I will have six dogs to keep me company, as I will have nothing to do with my time other than purchase overpriced lingerie, decorate rooms according to books on the coffee table, and run around in song.
Well readers, however few and far between there are of you, obviously you exist unless the statistics tracker on Blogger's website is a complete scam. I tend to have a bit of faith in Google, so I'm going to rule out that possibility. Anywho, life over Winter Break is getting a bit mundane, and ideas are trickling slower. For example, my activities today included: getting dressed, going to the coffee shop to review a college application essay, errands, going to the Victoria's Secret sale, working out, and watching Jeopardy and Two and A Half Men. Not very exciting, noteworthy, or deserving of a blog post. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.
With the mundane in mind, and with a loving heart towards you all, I am wondering if there is anything in particular you enjoy reading about here. Is it my rants from work? My recent alcohol ravings? The consumer glee of Wish List Wednesdays?
What would you like to read about or see from my blog? Why do you keep coming back for readings? While I know some of you are good friends, there has got to be some reason besides pure friendship.
Be honest! I look forward to the comments!
Please post using the "comments" feature of the blog. It helps me keep things organized and accessible.
See everyone? This is both a visual representation of my long thought out ponderings on what to write, and a testament to how much I adore you all. Behold the horrible '90s family photo!
I have officially decided that I need a puppy. I will gladly accept a dog as well, but I would like to cash in on the immensely adorable cute fluffy stage that many baby animals go through; human babies are also cute as well, but they are not fluffy and, and therefore can't compete. I need a puppy, dog, or canine companion for two, well three reasons.
1. I am a dog person.
2. I need someone to listen lovingly to all the crazy, ridiculous, stupid, immature, thoughtful, asinine things in my head that I choose to verbalize. I could maybe decide to go to the grown up store and buy a verbal filter instead, but those are a bit over-priced I hear. Also, a puppy will lovingly cuddle with you after you have sounded like a complete and total idiot racing through an endorphin or sugar high, and let's be serious. No other being or creature is going to do that for me.
3. Who wouldn't want a puppy? It's a puppy, people. Think of the adorableness.
That is about all the content that actually can be comprised into this note. Anything more I type will be too nonsensical to comprehend, and if I come back to edit it, I'm going to face-palm and then want to mentally slap myself. Lastly, why does Chrome's built-in spell checker not recognize "endorphin"? It is a word, and I am spelling it correctly.
I have not decided if I should be overjoyed that something to write about came upon me so quickly after the holiday, or start to question my seamlessly never-ending "sweet tooth" for alcohol--namely, red wine, whiskey, and dark beers. I just finished proclaiming my love of whiskey on a previous post (ignore the dates, I actually typed out that one on Wednesday the 29th, but blogger tracks the dates by the original first type). This post is similar slightly to me new implementation of reviews and tastings, except that is not a review of merely a drink. Oh no my friends, this is about so much more. This is me raving about a beer float.
A beer float? What is a beer float, you may be asking. A beer float is exactly what you might think it is. The alcoholic version of a rootbeer float, take a good solid beer and add one, or several depending on your sweet tooth and care about calories, scoops of ice cream. In this instance, I was at the main lodge in Sunriver, and for desert on Monday had a beer float made with the Deschutes Brewery's Obsidian Stout mixed with butter pecan ice cream. In short,
I am not going to go into extensive detail about the stout, although I do recommend it and other Deschute's beers after having their porter as my first legal drink in Portland. East Coast friends, I hope we can find it somewhere, otherwise I'm sorry that you are missing out. In general, I highly suggest friends who enjoy darker, dense beers to go out, find a good stout and embellish it with ice cream. If you don't believe me, see the above image.
I tend to browse the internet a good deal, and a large portion of that stems from reading articles on various websites associated with Gawker (mainly Kotaku, Jezebel, and Gizmodo). Browsing around Jezebel in particular gives me some good laughs throughout the day, indulges my lust of designer fashions, and gives me something to talk about with my boss since she is a frequent reader as well. It also allows me to ask, "wtf?" at many commercials, since even though I have a tv with my roommate, and we do have cable this year, I generally get up and do something or make tea during commercials. If I didn't get my necessary dose of advertised consumption driving capitalism in, then I just wouldn't be a good little American, now would I?
One particular commercial struck me recently.
Jack Daniel's seems to be trying something new: actively marketing their product to the female half of the population. In the past, most marketing has been pushed towards promoting whiskey as the elixer of manhood, dudeness, and all things testosterone filled. Therefore, it is a bit refreshing, personally at least, to get some action for the ladies.
With that being said, cookies? I enjoy baking. I enjoy cooking. I enjoy whiskey. With that in mind, just because I'm female does not mean that my only use for whiskey is in the kitchen. I can not hate too much on the advertisement, because it does go on to show images of women enjoying whiskey based drinks in the rest of the commercial, however, spiking cookies is still the first image presented. Many a marketing person will tell you, first impressions make a ton of difference. With the image of women using Jack for baking cookies as the opener, I ask why can't there just be an ad campaign of women enjoying Jack for Jack's sake?
A while ago, I thought I was a little odd for enjoying whiskey as my go-to alcohol, awesome but still a bit odd. Vodka is normally second or third battling with gin, but I really enjoy whiskey. I'm not really sure where this love affair started, maybe from one too many sips of my Dad's nightcaps of whiskey in an old-fashioned glass over a few ice cubs, but this love will never die. Most girls don't drink whiskey. Apparently we "can't handle it". The girls who do like it, receive some odd intangible "hotness +5" medal for being "man-enough" to drink it. Over the years though, I have met a few female friends who share my tastes. We all seem to wear this medal together, and it still perplexes me. No one gets attention for loving vodka, gin, or rum, however there is a bit of attention attached to tequila (personal opinion here: not a tequila person so I guess certain kinds of crazy can't understand each other). Apparently these drinks aren't as "manly" as whiskey, which just seems silly. I am aware that the association has existed for a long time, but why exactly does a love of whiskey = respectable testosterone?
I love Jack Daniel's and Jim Bean, I enjoy Wild Turkey, Jameson and I go back and forth, and there is a special place reserved for Maker's Mark in my heart. Especially with Maker's, what's not to love about the smoothness, warm caramel tones and the rich taste? My preferred palate combined with an apparently larger than average tolerance for a girl, has given me somewhat of a reputation over the years. I have a good guy friend who has said that I can drink people under the table, and why I do enjoy this compliment, I still can't but wonder if this would be the same if I was known for liking rum.
Women have been enjoying and drinking whiskey for quite some time, so it is a bit disappointing that advertising is just now recognizing this. It is both an accomplishment, and a let down. My Mom drinks just about as much as my Dad, and very similar drinks as well. I have a female friend who I can always count on for getting shots of Jack at a bar. There's even the lovable character of Robin Scherbatsky from one of my favorite shows, "How I Met Your Mother" who enjoys whiskey and scotch just as much as Barney. While my personal sample size is not a good basis, statistically speaking, for a generalization, it is personally a bit of a "meh" feeling with sprinklings of disappointment towards the Jack Daniel's ad and facebook page. In addition, I just have to wonder how cookies were the best thing that the marketing team could come up with to spike. Cookies have nothing on my best friend's grandmother's desert of bourbon balls.
