One would hope that I add something to the world- be it good, bad, or indifferent- Me
Wow! Today has been a hell of a day. I started out not sleeping well. It was not a good night for me to sleep. Then I get up, and the shower is all screwed up. I've started that time of the month and the only thing I LOVE is taking a nice, hot shower. Not a scalding shower, and NOT a cold one...
Then I get to work- I think, okay, it's all good. But no, in the first 30 minutes at work, I drop a table on my foot. If you really want to know, I'll tell you, but it's not pretty.
So I spend the rest of the day with a pained foot. I go to the doctor and thankfully it's not broken or fractured. Then I get what I think is a lucky break... the doc tells me to GO HOME! WOOT!
I get in the car, excited to put my foot up, watch some tv. But no- it takes me FOREVER to get home. Talk about a CRAPPY day to get out early.
It's going to be okay- I'm going to San Jose. I'll get my toes painted, go in the pool, go shopping and write my paper.
It's going to be okay....
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Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
What do you think?
One would hope that I add something to the world- be it good, bad, or indifferent- Me
I'm trying something new... I've always wanted there to be three columns on this blog. I found the template here: http://weblensblogs.blogspot.com/ (exact link below)
I'm having a few issues, but in general I like it... do you like the new pictures too? I also added a cute 'Print Page' but really I want to be able to happily format each posting for printing, like it's done here: http://cupcakeblog.com/
Issues:
I'm trying something new... I've always wanted there to be three columns on this blog. I found the template here: http://weblensblogs.blogspot.com/ (exact link below)
I'm having a few issues, but in general I like it... do you like the new pictures too? I also added a cute 'Print Page' but really I want to be able to happily format each posting for printing, like it's done here: http://cupcakeblog.com/
Issues:
- I can't seem to get the left/right under the header right. I really want it to be centered nicely.
- I wish that I didn't have to have a white header, but the title of my blog only wants to be in black. Any suggestions on how to change that/fix that?
- I wish that I was able to adjust the actual locations of things more- how much space they take up.
Don't be suprised as the blog takes on more changes. I really like the new format, but the actual styling may need to be tweaked while I decide what I like.
Any suggestions or comments WOULD BE APPRECIATED!
http://weblensblogs.blogspot.com/2006/02/build-three-column-blogger-template.html
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1:30am, and I was discussing life, liberty and a country's pursuit of politics.
One would hope that I add something to the world- be it good, bad, or indifferent- Me
Last night was fabulous. Every so often I am able to find someone who happens to tolerate me well who is willing to allow me a little silly time. Where I can ask asinine things, point out oddities, be a little bit mean, and allow my mind to wander. Last night I was lucky enough to have this fun-loving attitude devolve into a 3 hour discussion about... well... about everything.
All I know about the discussion is that I won. I don't know if we were debating anything, but I still won.
History, religion, politics, education, stereotypes...nothing was off limits. Those of you who know me might be a little shocked...me talk about politics??? We discussed religion and NO ONE got upset. My roommate came in and got some water; in those brief moments she became so engrossed by the complex train of thought we created that she sat listening for 20 minutes before we even noticed.
I think the conversation started with me, while eating a strawberry popsicle, how great it would have been if Holocaust victims had strawberry popsicles in the concentration camps. Now, don't judge me, but the basis of this comment was that if they had strawberry popsicles (i just LOVE those words) they wouldn't have had to prick their fingers to try to make their lips and cheeks red and rosy. That's why you eat strawberry popsicles. They make your lips pretty!
While the conversation may have started on a rather ridiculous notion, it progressed and progressed and just kept going. It started at around 10:30pm, and ended at 1:30am. It could have gone on, but we were tired.
It's these conversations that let me know that love is not about sex or romance; intimacy can be a long conversation on a couch. I am definitely in love.
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Last night was fabulous. Every so often I am able to find someone who happens to tolerate me well who is willing to allow me a little silly time. Where I can ask asinine things, point out oddities, be a little bit mean, and allow my mind to wander. Last night I was lucky enough to have this fun-loving attitude devolve into a 3 hour discussion about... well... about everything.
All I know about the discussion is that I won. I don't know if we were debating anything, but I still won.
History, religion, politics, education, stereotypes...nothing was off limits. Those of you who know me might be a little shocked...me talk about politics??? We discussed religion and NO ONE got upset. My roommate came in and got some water; in those brief moments she became so engrossed by the complex train of thought we created that she sat listening for 20 minutes before we even noticed.
I think the conversation started with me, while eating a strawberry popsicle, how great it would have been if Holocaust victims had strawberry popsicles in the concentration camps. Now, don't judge me, but the basis of this comment was that if they had strawberry popsicles (i just LOVE those words) they wouldn't have had to prick their fingers to try to make their lips and cheeks red and rosy. That's why you eat strawberry popsicles. They make your lips pretty!
While the conversation may have started on a rather ridiculous notion, it progressed and progressed and just kept going. It started at around 10:30pm, and ended at 1:30am. It could have gone on, but we were tired.
It's these conversations that let me know that love is not about sex or romance; intimacy can be a long conversation on a couch. I am definitely in love.
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Who would have guessed I could actually have a fantastic spiritual moment in the Holy Land...well I DID!
"One would hope that I add something to the world- be it good, bad, or indifferent"- Me
I had a moment this morning. Actually it was a moment recalling a moment. I haven't shared much about my journey thorough Israel, and this morning I recalled an absoultely perfect Jerusalem moment. Let me set the scene:
It was Shabbat morning (saturday) and I had been kicked out of the Hostel at 10am. In all my wisdom and belief in the Lonely Planet guide I got all dressed up and attempted to see the Temple Mount. Turns out my Lonely Planet was a liar and they aren't open for non-Muslims on Saturday. Please don't get me started about how annoyed I am that ANYONE can go to the Western Wall 24/7 but only Muslims can enter Temple Mount about 80% of the time (and from all 6gates!). Needless to say I was annoyed. So I took myself to the Church of the Holy Speluchure. Now don't be mad at me, but no, I didn't go in and touch Jesus's tomb. The line was WAY to long. Back to the point at hand, my moment. I decided to go read, but there aren't any Jewish Cafe's open, so I settled for the benches over looking the Western Wall...at around between 12-1pm (not sure exactly) my MOMENT happened:
Sitting there, reading, the church bells started sounding...maybe 5 seconds later the Muslim call to prayer started rushing out the speakers on Temple Mount...the men in the temple started singing their hearts out. In that specific moment all three religions of Jerusalem were sounding in my head.
The pure power of being in that city hit me. It filled my soul, my heart, my ears...
I must have been overly consumed by the awesome place I was in for awhile...the next thing I remember is an elderly gentleman asking me if I needed somewhere to make Kiddush. Obviously I looked Jewish, or he wouldn't have asked, but was so engrossed in the moment he started to explain what Kiddush was to me (blessing over wine, a mitzvah on Shabbat).
I don't think I could have had this particular spiritual moment anywhere else. In that single instant I forgot about the tensions, the destroyed signs, the hostile attitudes and just relished in the awesomness of man's dedication to G-d.
I was reminded of this moment because of, shock, a sappy country song. Not sure if you've heard it, but Sunday Morning in America is actually a GREAT song. I was really moved by it this morning. Well, Saturday morning in Israel is the thing....
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I had a moment this morning. Actually it was a moment recalling a moment. I haven't shared much about my journey thorough Israel, and this morning I recalled an absoultely perfect Jerusalem moment. Let me set the scene:
It was Shabbat morning (saturday) and I had been kicked out of the Hostel at 10am. In all my wisdom and belief in the Lonely Planet guide I got all dressed up and attempted to see the Temple Mount. Turns out my Lonely Planet was a liar and they aren't open for non-Muslims on Saturday. Please don't get me started about how annoyed I am that ANYONE can go to the Western Wall 24/7 but only Muslims can enter Temple Mount about 80% of the time (and from all 6gates!). Needless to say I was annoyed. So I took myself to the Church of the Holy Speluchure. Now don't be mad at me, but no, I didn't go in and touch Jesus's tomb. The line was WAY to long. Back to the point at hand, my moment. I decided to go read, but there aren't any Jewish Cafe's open, so I settled for the benches over looking the Western Wall...at around between 12-1pm (not sure exactly) my MOMENT happened:
Sitting there, reading, the church bells started sounding...maybe 5 seconds later the Muslim call to prayer started rushing out the speakers on Temple Mount...the men in the temple started singing their hearts out. In that specific moment all three religions of Jerusalem were sounding in my head.
The pure power of being in that city hit me. It filled my soul, my heart, my ears...
I must have been overly consumed by the awesome place I was in for awhile...the next thing I remember is an elderly gentleman asking me if I needed somewhere to make Kiddush. Obviously I looked Jewish, or he wouldn't have asked, but was so engrossed in the moment he started to explain what Kiddush was to me (blessing over wine, a mitzvah on Shabbat).
I don't think I could have had this particular spiritual moment anywhere else. In that single instant I forgot about the tensions, the destroyed signs, the hostile attitudes and just relished in the awesomness of man's dedication to G-d.
I was reminded of this moment because of, shock, a sappy country song. Not sure if you've heard it, but Sunday Morning in America is actually a GREAT song. I was really moved by it this morning. Well, Saturday morning in Israel is the thing....
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Fun Fun Tips
As I interview and hire new students for the year, here are 7 things NOT to do when you want a work-study job:
1. DON'T call people at 7am. The work day starts at 9am AT THE EARLIEST! So please, give us a break and unless something is really an emergency, let me sleep
2. Don't show up to an interview drunk or hungover. I know, it seems like a REALLY basic principle. I was suprised by how many people missed this memo this year.
3. Don't have a three page resume. Chances are good that I probably don't even need your resume, but coming straight out of high school your resume should be ONE PAGE at the most. NO EXCEPTIONS!
4. Don't ask me if you can have special priviledges in the interview. I don't want to hear you asking to use the theatre for ANY reason before I've even hired you.
5. Don't show up to an interview without shoes. It's a ridiculous notion to think that you won't need them at work, and if you don't start out with them, how do I know you even OWN them?
6. Asking about pay is perfectly okay in an interview for a student job. Making a sigh or a snide remark or face about the pay, means I won't hire you. Good luck!
7. Don't show up late. It's just bad manners. Give yourself enough time to find the location, and figure out where you need to be BEFORE the interview.
As people hire student work-studies around the country I can only hope that their experiences with these students aren't as poor as mine...
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1. DON'T call people at 7am. The work day starts at 9am AT THE EARLIEST! So please, give us a break and unless something is really an emergency, let me sleep
2. Don't show up to an interview drunk or hungover. I know, it seems like a REALLY basic principle. I was suprised by how many people missed this memo this year.
3. Don't have a three page resume. Chances are good that I probably don't even need your resume, but coming straight out of high school your resume should be ONE PAGE at the most. NO EXCEPTIONS!
4. Don't ask me if you can have special priviledges in the interview. I don't want to hear you asking to use the theatre for ANY reason before I've even hired you.
5. Don't show up to an interview without shoes. It's a ridiculous notion to think that you won't need them at work, and if you don't start out with them, how do I know you even OWN them?
6. Asking about pay is perfectly okay in an interview for a student job. Making a sigh or a snide remark or face about the pay, means I won't hire you. Good luck!
7. Don't show up late. It's just bad manners. Give yourself enough time to find the location, and figure out where you need to be BEFORE the interview.
As people hire student work-studies around the country I can only hope that their experiences with these students aren't as poor as mine...
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Monday, August 27, 2007
Somebody SUE ME!
Sorry I missed Friday- I am such a bad blogger... and to think that this semester I have to keep a blog for classes too!
So- where am I... The weekend review:
I went home this weekend. I THOUGHT I was going to be going home to share the stories of all of my adventures... alas- my parents 30th anniversary.
Don't get me wrong- that's GREAT! I just sort of wanted to tell all my stories. Instead I got to dress up pretty and dance with my dad...that was fun too!
Friday: I worked 12 hours and when I finally got home to the OC I fell RIGHT ASLEEP... i couldn't even stay awake to eat my dad's shrimp dish.
Saturday: Lazy day- had lunch/b-fast at about 1pm. Then onto the nice dinner at Valentinas.
Sunday: Lazy day- good conversation with my parents, breakfast with my cousin, and then GREAT conversation with my wonderful friend Cathy... yeah!
Interesting tidbits today: my first GIRL POWER lunch. It rocked!
My first GRAD SCHOOL CLASS; it also rocked!
So- $100 for books lighter, I'm off to cheer on kickballers!
So- where am I... The weekend review:
I went home this weekend. I THOUGHT I was going to be going home to share the stories of all of my adventures... alas- my parents 30th anniversary.
Don't get me wrong- that's GREAT! I just sort of wanted to tell all my stories. Instead I got to dress up pretty and dance with my dad...that was fun too!
Friday: I worked 12 hours and when I finally got home to the OC I fell RIGHT ASLEEP... i couldn't even stay awake to eat my dad's shrimp dish.
Saturday: Lazy day- had lunch/b-fast at about 1pm. Then onto the nice dinner at Valentinas.
Sunday: Lazy day- good conversation with my parents, breakfast with my cousin, and then GREAT conversation with my wonderful friend Cathy... yeah!
Interesting tidbits today: my first GIRL POWER lunch. It rocked!
My first GRAD SCHOOL CLASS; it also rocked!
So- $100 for books lighter, I'm off to cheer on kickballers!
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Political Jobs
This is a post about politics. Don't get to excited...it's about office politics.
Here's the "low-down." My Boss is going to be leaving this job sometime in the next 6 months. While getting ready to leave, it appears as if people are trying to make the exit extremely uncomfortable. There seems to be a political rift forming in my office...my Boss against the world.
I just don't know what to do... I'm afraid to align myself to closely with my Boss, for fear that when she leaves they won't promote me because I was to much 'her person.' At the same time, don't I need to start exerting some independance- proving that I don't need a boss to do this job....?
To much to think about... and so much to do!
Here's the "low-down." My Boss is going to be leaving this job sometime in the next 6 months. While getting ready to leave, it appears as if people are trying to make the exit extremely uncomfortable. There seems to be a political rift forming in my office...my Boss against the world.
I just don't know what to do... I'm afraid to align myself to closely with my Boss, for fear that when she leaves they won't promote me because I was to much 'her person.' At the same time, don't I need to start exerting some independance- proving that I don't need a boss to do this job....?
To much to think about... and so much to do!
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