31 is something of a non-birthday. At least in the few hours I've been experiencing it thus far. Coming off of the excitement, despair, celebration and amazement of turning 30, 31 is like the new 22. You're just moving deeper into the next decade without an age milestone in sight.
In the days leading up to today, people were wishing me (or sending me) an (early) happy birthday. Why? Because they were notified on Facebook. For me, whether it was denial, being busy at work, or just plain disregard, I was completely taken aback during these encounters. "Right! My birthday is coming up!" with genuine surprise.
Hence, I come to my conclusion... through the myriad of people who referenced my birthday over the past few days, some of whom, but not all, would probably have not known or remembered it was my birthday without a reminder - I credit Facebook for keeping me on track. One of the many wonders of Facebook!
However, Facebook - maybe for those of us who belong to the "Unlike 99.99% of the Facebook population, I was born in the 70s" group, you know, those of us who are getting up in age... maybe you could post a birthday reminder on our pages too.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Friday, February 29, 2008
I've had a day...
Yes, I have. I'm not even sure where to start but it seems that every random person is against me today. I've had the strangest interactions and what's worse, is that I haven't been able to find the appropriate "come-backs" in time and I wind up leaving the situation dumbfounded and looking lame.
So....
To the woman behind the cash register at CVS:
You have to open your mouth and emit sound in order for me to know you've said something. I can not be expected to read your mind. The last I checked, humans haven't been endowed with that power yet. So when you thought about asking me (twice as you said) about whether I wanted a bag to carry the 4 items that I bought out of the store, the catch is... YOU ACTUALLY HAVE TO SAY THE WORDS. And should it have actually been MY fault, and if I really didn't hear you (which I know is not the case anyway), when I asked you for a bag, there is no need to lash out on me with, "You said 'no bag' that's why I asked you twice" in the rudest of all snotty tones.
And to the customer ordering next to me at Firehook Bakery at lunchtime, who offered his unsolicited advice to me:
No, I do not want an oatmeal cookie, even if you seemed to determine by the quickest observation of me that I need a "healthier option" than the peanut butter cup cookie I ordered. [I ordered my cookie and he turned to me and said, "You really should get an oatmeal cookie. It's healthier."] You have no idea what my eating habits are, nor when my last cookie was. I'm 5'2", 100 lbs, and have consistently low cholesterol and blood pressure. I go to the gym several times a week and walk 2 miles roundtrip to/from work every day. For all you know, mister, I gave up cookies years ago and this was my special treat. (not true, but he wouldn't have known that). So, mind your own business, get your own damn oatmeal cookie, and leave me to enjoy my Friday afternoon treat in peace.
Thank you.
So....
To the woman behind the cash register at CVS:
You have to open your mouth and emit sound in order for me to know you've said something. I can not be expected to read your mind. The last I checked, humans haven't been endowed with that power yet. So when you thought about asking me (twice as you said) about whether I wanted a bag to carry the 4 items that I bought out of the store, the catch is... YOU ACTUALLY HAVE TO SAY THE WORDS. And should it have actually been MY fault, and if I really didn't hear you (which I know is not the case anyway), when I asked you for a bag, there is no need to lash out on me with, "You said 'no bag' that's why I asked you twice" in the rudest of all snotty tones.
And to the customer ordering next to me at Firehook Bakery at lunchtime, who offered his unsolicited advice to me:
No, I do not want an oatmeal cookie, even if you seemed to determine by the quickest observation of me that I need a "healthier option" than the peanut butter cup cookie I ordered. [I ordered my cookie and he turned to me and said, "You really should get an oatmeal cookie. It's healthier."] You have no idea what my eating habits are, nor when my last cookie was. I'm 5'2", 100 lbs, and have consistently low cholesterol and blood pressure. I go to the gym several times a week and walk 2 miles roundtrip to/from work every day. For all you know, mister, I gave up cookies years ago and this was my special treat. (not true, but he wouldn't have known that). So, mind your own business, get your own damn oatmeal cookie, and leave me to enjoy my Friday afternoon treat in peace.
Thank you.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
The People Are Ready For Change
Got you there, didn't I?
You thought this was going to be another blog post dedicated to Barack Obama or our messed up electoral/ delegate vote system, or the news that Ralph Nadar has decided to ruin our election - again. Well, you are wrong. No politics here. At least not today. I'd like to talk about the Spring fashions I see popping up on the street around me. And it's still only in the 40s.
Yes, the people are ready for change. For a change in the actual climate (among others such as the economic climate and political climate, but we'll save that for another post.) Enough of the dreary 40 degree weather days. Either snow, or be sunny. But the hazy cool mist is getting old already.
Peep toed shoes have made their way back into my office and I've seen several women walking around with skirts on - sans hose. I'm even guilty of running out to lunch without my jacket on lately. Feels like it should be Spring already, even though it's not even March yet. (And even at that, the true Spring weather typically doesn't arrive until May.)
But as global warming persists, our seasons lack demarcation and somehow Fallwinterspring has become the norm. The slightest hint of snow brings everyone into a tizzy and I'm sure a forecast for a 60 degree day would be cause for shorts and flip flops. Yet, somehow, regardless of the forecast, we're left with the gray misty cool humidity. Not cause for an umbrella per se, but definitely enough for a bad hair day.
You thought this was going to be another blog post dedicated to Barack Obama or our messed up electoral/ delegate vote system, or the news that Ralph Nadar has decided to ruin our election - again. Well, you are wrong. No politics here. At least not today. I'd like to talk about the Spring fashions I see popping up on the street around me. And it's still only in the 40s.
Yes, the people are ready for change. For a change in the actual climate (among others such as the economic climate and political climate, but we'll save that for another post.) Enough of the dreary 40 degree weather days. Either snow, or be sunny. But the hazy cool mist is getting old already.
Peep toed shoes have made their way back into my office and I've seen several women walking around with skirts on - sans hose. I'm even guilty of running out to lunch without my jacket on lately. Feels like it should be Spring already, even though it's not even March yet. (And even at that, the true Spring weather typically doesn't arrive until May.)
But as global warming persists, our seasons lack demarcation and somehow Fallwinterspring has become the norm. The slightest hint of snow brings everyone into a tizzy and I'm sure a forecast for a 60 degree day would be cause for shorts and flip flops. Yet, somehow, regardless of the forecast, we're left with the gray misty cool humidity. Not cause for an umbrella per se, but definitely enough for a bad hair day.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Get Out The Vote
The Potomac Primaries. The Chesapeake Challenge. Whatever you want to call it, it's a busy day here in the D.C. area. Voter turnout is expected to be a record high, so accordingly, I made sure I was at my voting location at 7am. (Ok, I also had a 7:30 yoga class to attend, so I was up anyway.) My thought was: 7am, in, vote, and out. No more than 10 minutes tops. Joke on me.
My voting place is just a few steps away from my house. Really couldn't be easier. I peeked out the window this morning to see if the canvassers were in place, giving me a good indication that voting was about to begin. I bundle up, walk 10 steps down the sidewalk and there I am. Confronted with a line! At 6:59am, I was already 15th in a line of eager voters. Doors didn't open until 7:05am and when we all filed in, the realization hit quickly. There was only ONE person at the check-in table. A-G, H-P etc. Irrelavent. One person = one line. After check-in, you were funneled to another line - with one poll attendant - handing out the ballots. This was going to be a while.
Very quickly the line started increasing - two fold, four fold, until there were about 70 people in line by the time I left at 7:30am. Still, one person at the check-in table. At this rate, I can't imagine what it will be like at 6pm. Just remember, if you are in line by 8pm - the designated close of polls - they have to let you vote!
So, my advice to voters - bring a paper, bring a cup of joe, be friendly to your neighbors in line and just be patient. This is a huge day for us and worth savoring the impact we can have on this election.
My voting place is just a few steps away from my house. Really couldn't be easier. I peeked out the window this morning to see if the canvassers were in place, giving me a good indication that voting was about to begin. I bundle up, walk 10 steps down the sidewalk and there I am. Confronted with a line! At 6:59am, I was already 15th in a line of eager voters. Doors didn't open until 7:05am and when we all filed in, the realization hit quickly. There was only ONE person at the check-in table. A-G, H-P etc. Irrelavent. One person = one line. After check-in, you were funneled to another line - with one poll attendant - handing out the ballots. This was going to be a while.
Very quickly the line started increasing - two fold, four fold, until there were about 70 people in line by the time I left at 7:30am. Still, one person at the check-in table. At this rate, I can't imagine what it will be like at 6pm. Just remember, if you are in line by 8pm - the designated close of polls - they have to let you vote!
So, my advice to voters - bring a paper, bring a cup of joe, be friendly to your neighbors in line and just be patient. This is a huge day for us and worth savoring the impact we can have on this election.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Announcing a New Endeavor
Announcing the very preliminary, very unofficial, very soft launch of Draw Me A Sheep on Cafepress.com. Click the button to the right to view the first pieces in the Drawing Sheep clothing line. Yes, there are only two, and yes, they are both for babies, but stay tuned! More to come!
Direct link: www.cafepress.com/drawingsheep
Direct link: www.cafepress.com/drawingsheep
A Wake Up Call
I admit that I am completely wrapped up in this presidential election. It is all that I've been talking about it, I stayed up to watch the Super Tuesday returns, and I'm counting down the days until I get to vote on the 12th.
I also admit that I live in somewhat of an insular bubble. I often like to think that I'm in touch with other people and groups who are not just like me, but the truth of the matter is that I stick to my circles and social conversation often revolves around the interests that we share. That being said, I do look forward to moments, like the one I'm about to describe, that offer me a well-needed wake up call into what goes on in greater society.
I walk home from work every day passing a church on the corner of my block. I often stop to talk to the parking attendant (he inquires on why I haven't moved my car in days primarily so he can offer to buy it from me and I ask him what upcoming events are going on at the church, mainly so I can be sure that my car is not boxed in if I do need it.) Last night, after inviting me to a pancake breakfast and inquiring about my work-out regimin, I asked him if he was ready for the election this coming Tuesday (the church also happens to be my polling place and as the parking attendant, I figured he'd be busy since the predictions are for record crowds.)
The following is the conversation:
me: So, are you ready for the election on Tuesday?
him: Yeah, I'll be coming in on Monday night to help set up the machines. Is this the Obama - Hinton thing? (I'm fairly sure he said "Hinton" - I know he didn't say "Clinton.")
me: Yes, the presidential primary. Its going to be a busy voting day since the votes have been so close.
him: Oh, I thought it might be a school board election.
I walked away after our conversation reminded of the "everyone else," which is in fact a very large number of people, who do not know of or have no interest in this election. In 2004, only 64% of the registered voters actually voted. (This number has increased from 58% in 1996). As a democracy, we allow people to choose if they want to vote - which is, of course, a good thing - but the risk involved is that although our leaders are elected by a majority, they may be chosen by the few, not the many.
Then I wondered where the disconnect is. Is it that this person belongs to a social circle in which discussion of the upcoming election is not prominent, or does he not have access to the information?
I came out of the conversation remembering some words from my grandfather when we would jokingly disagree on our favorite candies, ice creams, food etc. "That's why they make vanilla and chocolate!"
It's all about choice.
I also admit that I live in somewhat of an insular bubble. I often like to think that I'm in touch with other people and groups who are not just like me, but the truth of the matter is that I stick to my circles and social conversation often revolves around the interests that we share. That being said, I do look forward to moments, like the one I'm about to describe, that offer me a well-needed wake up call into what goes on in greater society.
I walk home from work every day passing a church on the corner of my block. I often stop to talk to the parking attendant (he inquires on why I haven't moved my car in days primarily so he can offer to buy it from me and I ask him what upcoming events are going on at the church, mainly so I can be sure that my car is not boxed in if I do need it.) Last night, after inviting me to a pancake breakfast and inquiring about my work-out regimin, I asked him if he was ready for the election this coming Tuesday (the church also happens to be my polling place and as the parking attendant, I figured he'd be busy since the predictions are for record crowds.)
The following is the conversation:
me: So, are you ready for the election on Tuesday?
him: Yeah, I'll be coming in on Monday night to help set up the machines. Is this the Obama - Hinton thing? (I'm fairly sure he said "Hinton" - I know he didn't say "Clinton.")
me: Yes, the presidential primary. Its going to be a busy voting day since the votes have been so close.
him: Oh, I thought it might be a school board election.
I walked away after our conversation reminded of the "everyone else," which is in fact a very large number of people, who do not know of or have no interest in this election. In 2004, only 64% of the registered voters actually voted. (This number has increased from 58% in 1996). As a democracy, we allow people to choose if they want to vote - which is, of course, a good thing - but the risk involved is that although our leaders are elected by a majority, they may be chosen by the few, not the many.
Then I wondered where the disconnect is. Is it that this person belongs to a social circle in which discussion of the upcoming election is not prominent, or does he not have access to the information?
I came out of the conversation remembering some words from my grandfather when we would jokingly disagree on our favorite candies, ice creams, food etc. "That's why they make vanilla and chocolate!"
It's all about choice.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Resolutions
It seems that the majority of people in D.C. have resolved to be more friendly in the New Year. I don’t know if it is an actual resolution or the fact that people got some rest over the holidays but everyone seems to be particularly friendly today. I’ve seen big smiles, jubulent “happy new years” in the hallways, at the front desk, and the cash registers. Meanwhile, I can barely keep my eyes open and smiling today seems to take more effort than normal (not that I’m not happy, its just that I’m exhausted!). [Random fact of the day – this guy posits on whether it takes more energy to smile or frown.]
To what do I attribute my lethargy?
1) The holidays, for one, are tiring for me. Being an “introvert,” I’ve learned that I must store up energy to be social as opposed to extroverts who gain energy from being social, in fact some even thrive on it.
2) I may be fighting a cold, I’m not quite sure yet.
3) And finally, I became addicted to Heroes last night. A “late-bloomer” to the Heroes scene (as we were labeled by the Blockbuster check out guy), my husband and I watched about 5 episodes of season one last night and I subsequently spent the night tossing and turning, wondering if the cheerleader would be saved and what would become of the fate of the world. I worried about alter egos and the identity of Sylar and just how creepy is the creepy guy in the wire rim glasses? For those who know me, this behavior is quite reiminscent of my Lost addiction when we watched almost three seasons in two weeks to catch up for the season finale. Now, Lost returns on January 31 and would you believe it? I’ll be in Belize. Is it too late to ask for Tivo?
So as the new year commences, I’m not sure what my resolution will be. I’ve thought of eating healthier, listening more, and “going green”. For now, I’ve got Heroes to watch and sleep to catch up on.
To what do I attribute my lethargy?
1) The holidays, for one, are tiring for me. Being an “introvert,” I’ve learned that I must store up energy to be social as opposed to extroverts who gain energy from being social, in fact some even thrive on it.
2) I may be fighting a cold, I’m not quite sure yet.
3) And finally, I became addicted to Heroes last night. A “late-bloomer” to the Heroes scene (as we were labeled by the Blockbuster check out guy), my husband and I watched about 5 episodes of season one last night and I subsequently spent the night tossing and turning, wondering if the cheerleader would be saved and what would become of the fate of the world. I worried about alter egos and the identity of Sylar and just how creepy is the creepy guy in the wire rim glasses? For those who know me, this behavior is quite reiminscent of my Lost addiction when we watched almost three seasons in two weeks to catch up for the season finale. Now, Lost returns on January 31 and would you believe it? I’ll be in Belize. Is it too late to ask for Tivo?
So as the new year commences, I’m not sure what my resolution will be. I’ve thought of eating healthier, listening more, and “going green”. For now, I’ve got Heroes to watch and sleep to catch up on.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Happy Holidays!
Just a quick note to wish everyone a happy holiday weekend! I'll be out of touch for a few days as I hang out with the in-laws (not that these posts have been too regular, but I'm sure you'll all manage just fine for a few days without my "deep and insightful observations into the meaning of life.") :)
I could have made this post into a whole debate on Christmas vs. Hannukah or what its like to be Jewish at Christmastime (even though half my family celebrates Christmas), or the "joys" of having to split holidays between two families... but those have all been done before.
This, on the other hand...
Store Rewards Those Who Say Merry Christmas
And finally, a BIG thank you to Elyssa for the great recommendation of where to donate my I-pod. It was so obvious! I'm headed to Walmart today to drop it off in a Toys for Tots box. I hope that it brings a lot of joy to someone this season.
I could have made this post into a whole debate on Christmas vs. Hannukah or what its like to be Jewish at Christmastime (even though half my family celebrates Christmas), or the "joys" of having to split holidays between two families... but those have all been done before.
This, on the other hand...
Store Rewards Those Who Say Merry Christmas
And finally, a BIG thank you to Elyssa for the great recommendation of where to donate my I-pod. It was so obvious! I'm headed to Walmart today to drop it off in a Toys for Tots box. I hope that it brings a lot of joy to someone this season.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I Want to Donate My I-Pod
I have a brand new I-Pod Nano that I want to donate to a good cause and after googling every possible combination of "I want to donate my I-pod," I've come up with nothing.
Does anyone out there know an organization or cause seeking I-pods? I would think especially around the holidays this would be popular. Although, I'm well aware that the recipient also requires a computer which unfortunately I do not have available to donate.
Thanks! Please leave any suggestions you have in the comments section.
Does anyone out there know an organization or cause seeking I-pods? I would think especially around the holidays this would be popular. Although, I'm well aware that the recipient also requires a computer which unfortunately I do not have available to donate.
Thanks! Please leave any suggestions you have in the comments section.
Friday, December 07, 2007
Brrr... It's Cold in Here
We have no heat. I'm waiting for the repairman to arrive to save me from this frigid condo. With a few inches of snow still on the ground and temperatures not to exceed 37 degrees today, this is not the best day for our radiator to fail us. The small space heater in the bedroom is doing next to nothing.
We had the first indication that our heat was on the fritz two nights ago. Yesterday, we found respite from the cold at work but today I've been tasked to wait for the repairman. The appliance company originally gave us the time frame of "morning." When we called to confirm this morning, we were told "mid-day."
Brrr.... [teeth chattering]
I snapped this picture the other night with my NEW digital camera:
Even thoughts of summer aren't working today.
We had the first indication that our heat was on the fritz two nights ago. Yesterday, we found respite from the cold at work but today I've been tasked to wait for the repairman. The appliance company originally gave us the time frame of "morning." When we called to confirm this morning, we were told "mid-day."
Brrr.... [teeth chattering]
I snapped this picture the other night with my NEW digital camera:
Even thoughts of summer aren't working today.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Signs, Signs, Everywhere Are Signs...
I've seen some pretty great ones over the past few weeks. If only my camera would hold a charge, I would have taken pictures to share with you. I'll do the best I can to explain:
Nordstrom - Tyson's Corner
KUDOS, Nordstrom!! If only other stores would take your lead. There is no need for Christmas to start in October, which yes, is when I saw the first signs of it at my local CVS. Even the store employee who was stocking the card aisle with Christmas cards looked bewildered.
Bumper Sticker - Mclean, VA
This one is hard to type out and get the right effect
(It looked like a specific candidate bumper sticker, where the "Any" would be replaced by the candidates last name).
Deli - 17th between L and M
This sign was up for weeks, and I couldn't understand why this was something you'd want to announce. I mean, if in fact you were serving food without proper sanitizing that's a) gross but b) not necessary to broadcast to those customers who may not have known in the first place.
About a week ago I noticed that the second line had been erased.
Nordstrom - Tyson's Corner
We'll be decking our halls on November 23.
Why?
Because at Nordstrom, we like to take one holiday at a time.
KUDOS, Nordstrom!! If only other stores would take your lead. There is no need for Christmas to start in October, which yes, is when I saw the first signs of it at my local CVS. Even the store employee who was stocking the card aisle with Christmas cards looked bewildered.
Bumper Sticker - Mclean, VA
This one is hard to type out and get the right effect
Any
DEMOCRAT '08
(It looked like a specific candidate bumper sticker, where the "Any" would be replaced by the candidates last name).
Deli - 17th between L and M
Serving Hotdogs!
Now with proper sanitizing.
This sign was up for weeks, and I couldn't understand why this was something you'd want to announce. I mean, if in fact you were serving food without proper sanitizing that's a) gross but b) not necessary to broadcast to those customers who may not have known in the first place.
About a week ago I noticed that the second line had been erased.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Portraits
The camera batteries are finally charged and here are a few updates from my drawing class. This is the first time I've drawn a figure with this much detail. I clearly still have some work to do!
Thursday, November 01, 2007
The Most Un-Halloween Halloween Ever
It's like Christmas in Florida. The date says December 25, but that's about it. Yesterday was my most un-Halloween Halloween ever.
Maybe it is the time-warp, twilight zone kind of black hole I'm in called "in between marriage and babies." Halloween, between marriage and babies, is really a non-holiday. You've stopped going out to Halloween parties, all-night drunken affairs where you can get away with anything because you are in costume. And, you don't have kids to parade around the neighborhood in their pumpkin onesies.
Typically Halloween in the northeast (or, I guess, we're technically in the mid-Atlantic) is crisp. Children argue with their parents over wearing turtlenecks under their genie costumes or coats over their glittery princess gowns. Leaves are changing. Last night, it was close to 70 degrees.
The past few years one of the four members of our condo building has taken the lead on getting candy for our building and organizing who will sit outside on the stoop to hand it out to the kids in the neighborhood. This year, no one stepped up to the plate and instead, I went to a spin class at my gym. On the way home, I looked for trick-or-treaters and saw none.
Typically I would have started my Reeses indulgence weeks ago. Our office has been good this year - no Halloween candy at the front desk in the days leading up to the 31st. Instead this year, I had my first peanut butter cup of the season today. The day AFTER Halloween.
So a favorite holiday of mine has come and gone. No celebrations, no witches costumes, and barely any candy. I guess you could say I'm growing up. I guess this is why people have kids.
Maybe it is the time-warp, twilight zone kind of black hole I'm in called "in between marriage and babies." Halloween, between marriage and babies, is really a non-holiday. You've stopped going out to Halloween parties, all-night drunken affairs where you can get away with anything because you are in costume. And, you don't have kids to parade around the neighborhood in their pumpkin onesies.
Typically Halloween in the northeast (or, I guess, we're technically in the mid-Atlantic) is crisp. Children argue with their parents over wearing turtlenecks under their genie costumes or coats over their glittery princess gowns. Leaves are changing. Last night, it was close to 70 degrees.
The past few years one of the four members of our condo building has taken the lead on getting candy for our building and organizing who will sit outside on the stoop to hand it out to the kids in the neighborhood. This year, no one stepped up to the plate and instead, I went to a spin class at my gym. On the way home, I looked for trick-or-treaters and saw none.
Typically I would have started my Reeses indulgence weeks ago. Our office has been good this year - no Halloween candy at the front desk in the days leading up to the 31st. Instead this year, I had my first peanut butter cup of the season today. The day AFTER Halloween.
So a favorite holiday of mine has come and gone. No celebrations, no witches costumes, and barely any candy. I guess you could say I'm growing up. I guess this is why people have kids.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
I owe you an update
but it is waiting on my rechargeable camera batteries. I started drawing the human head in my drawing class last week. I now have two heads under my belt and will post them soon. What I won't post, though, is a picture of the model because I want you to think that my drawings really do look like my subjects. There is a slight resemblance, but really I've probably unearthed a long lost cousin instead. Hang tight!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
I Take Up Space Too
I had one of those days today where everyone got in the way of my personal space. The most noted offender was this guy at the Chipotle in Dupont Circle. He was behind me in line, and it was as if I wasn't there at all. In addition to invading the personal space of the condiments (he was leaning way over the sneeze guard to get an up close look at the salsas), he continued to side-step down the line and when he bumped into me, he didn't stop - as if he was trying to bulldoze me aside so that he could get a look at a topping that was a bit out of his line of sight. He reminded me a bit of those old video game characters - a Mario or Luigi - who just continue to move their feet when they've hit a wall. I guess I was the wall.
I wanted to say, "Dude! I take up space, too." But instead I just shot him nasty looks. It didn't work.
At at mere 5' 2", I realize that I don't take up a lot of space and I definitely don't have one of those flamboyant personalities that announces "I'm here!" at my every turn. But I do take up space. I am composed of water and atoms and molecules and so forth and by the laws of physics, I displace air when I walk (I think!?!).
And I like my space.
I read a study once (I wish I could find it now to share with you) that people who engage in casual touch wind up happier than those who are never touched by others. For example, if your hand brushes a cashier's hand when he/she gives you your change, or you brush against a co-worker's arm while passing in the hallway, you are probably happier than someone who never receives the sense of touch.
This was not casual touch though. It was downright obtrusive bulldozing into my personal space.
I shouldn't be surprised that there is a Wikipedia entry on personal space. And it is interesting to note that, "Those who live in a densely populated environment tend to have smaller personal space requirements." In the entry, they compare someone who lives in India to someone who lives in the Mongolian Steppe. I'm not going to be that extreme - but maybe this guy came from New York City.
I wanted to say, "Dude! I take up space, too." But instead I just shot him nasty looks. It didn't work.
At at mere 5' 2", I realize that I don't take up a lot of space and I definitely don't have one of those flamboyant personalities that announces "I'm here!" at my every turn. But I do take up space. I am composed of water and atoms and molecules and so forth and by the laws of physics, I displace air when I walk (I think!?!).
And I like my space.
I read a study once (I wish I could find it now to share with you) that people who engage in casual touch wind up happier than those who are never touched by others. For example, if your hand brushes a cashier's hand when he/she gives you your change, or you brush against a co-worker's arm while passing in the hallway, you are probably happier than someone who never receives the sense of touch.
This was not casual touch though. It was downright obtrusive bulldozing into my personal space.
I shouldn't be surprised that there is a Wikipedia entry on personal space. And it is interesting to note that, "Those who live in a densely populated environment tend to have smaller personal space requirements." In the entry, they compare someone who lives in India to someone who lives in the Mongolian Steppe. I'm not going to be that extreme - but maybe this guy came from New York City.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Updates and Obs
Alas, days go by filled with work and life and catching up with old friends and not a blog post to be found.
Just a few quick thoughts and obs that I haven't had time to put into writing:
1. The man who takes the orders at the Farragut Square Subway makes me smile. "Cheese? Toasted? Happy Friday. Have a nice weekend."
2. I was wondering today why bank offices are so visible from the street? Don't matters of money tend to be on the private side? And isn't it weird to have people watch you work all day?
3. I'm routing for the Phillies because after 14 dismal years, they have finally made the post-season again. I admit I did not watch one regular season game, nor do I know any of the players anymore. But, my childhood crush on Darren Daulton still leaves me with an affinity for the team.
4. Watching them lose without the sympathy/ support of the city behind me is no fun.
5. We're making a baby visit this weekend - to North Carolina. EVERYONE is having babies.
I hope to be back in action again soon. And I owe you all an update on my plant.
Just a few quick thoughts and obs that I haven't had time to put into writing:
1. The man who takes the orders at the Farragut Square Subway makes me smile. "Cheese? Toasted? Happy Friday. Have a nice weekend."
2. I was wondering today why bank offices are so visible from the street? Don't matters of money tend to be on the private side? And isn't it weird to have people watch you work all day?
3. I'm routing for the Phillies because after 14 dismal years, they have finally made the post-season again. I admit I did not watch one regular season game, nor do I know any of the players anymore. But, my childhood crush on Darren Daulton still leaves me with an affinity for the team.
4. Watching them lose without the sympathy/ support of the city behind me is no fun.
5. We're making a baby visit this weekend - to North Carolina. EVERYONE is having babies.
I hope to be back in action again soon. And I owe you all an update on my plant.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
It's a Smart Start
I've been inspired by a Cookthink post on healthy sweet snacking. As they put it, "The three o'clock sweet hour" and I know you all know it well. 3:00 comes around and you decide to wander by your office's front desk to see if there may be any of those m & m's left. Sometimes you get lucky, other times you need to run down to the corner store for a Snickers bar. What is it about 3:00pm?
Cookthink provides a healthy alternative and from reading this post, I've decided to give it a try. For a month. It is inevitable that I need a snack around 3:00 to get me through the rest of the day, but from here on out, I'm going to make it healthy. I'm not trying to lose weight, but I am trying to regain some energy, to feel a little less lethargic by the end of the day, and boost my blood levels of the all of the important things that blood tests check for due to an impending annual doctor's appointment (that I still need to schedule).
Now, I'm not going to lie. With October around the corner and Halloween on the horizon, I'd be kidding everyone if I said I was going to cut chocolate out of my diet completely. Besides, aren't there studied health benefits of chocolate? But, for the most part, I will be replacing my 3:00 sweet fix with more generally accepted, healthier options such as fruit, whole grain crackers, and natural peanut butter. Hopefully just what I'll need to make it through the work day and a short evening work-out at the gym.
I even bought cereal and oatmeal as options to start my day with. As we speak, I'm eating SmartStart (appropriate, huh?) with soy milk and banana.
It is the dawn of a new me.
Cookthink provides a healthy alternative and from reading this post, I've decided to give it a try. For a month. It is inevitable that I need a snack around 3:00 to get me through the rest of the day, but from here on out, I'm going to make it healthy. I'm not trying to lose weight, but I am trying to regain some energy, to feel a little less lethargic by the end of the day, and boost my blood levels of the all of the important things that blood tests check for due to an impending annual doctor's appointment (that I still need to schedule).
Now, I'm not going to lie. With October around the corner and Halloween on the horizon, I'd be kidding everyone if I said I was going to cut chocolate out of my diet completely. Besides, aren't there studied health benefits of chocolate? But, for the most part, I will be replacing my 3:00 sweet fix with more generally accepted, healthier options such as fruit, whole grain crackers, and natural peanut butter. Hopefully just what I'll need to make it through the work day and a short evening work-out at the gym.
I even bought cereal and oatmeal as options to start my day with. As we speak, I'm eating SmartStart (appropriate, huh?) with soy milk and banana.
It is the dawn of a new me.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
The Local Flavor
I had a cold. That is my excuse.
But I'm back, now.
I've lived in D.C. for 8 years and had never visited a local winery until this past Sunday. I can't believe what I had been missing! I mistakenly thought that all the good wines were made in California or France and to have a true vineyard experience, I would have to hop a flight to Napa. Not so!
We set out on Route 66, about an hour and 15 outside of the city. Destination: Linden Vineyards in Linden, Virginia. The scenery was breathtaking. Atop the Blue Ridge Mountains, we passed through rolling hills and valleys en route to the winery. The parking lot, surprisingly, was packed although we decided later that the guests must have been on the tour, because once inside, we felt like we had the place to ourselves.
Our afternoon started with a tasting of the five wines that are manufactured at Linden:
Good food, good wine, good company. It added up to the perfect Sunday afternoon.
But I'm back, now.
I've lived in D.C. for 8 years and had never visited a local winery until this past Sunday. I can't believe what I had been missing! I mistakenly thought that all the good wines were made in California or France and to have a true vineyard experience, I would have to hop a flight to Napa. Not so!
We set out on Route 66, about an hour and 15 outside of the city. Destination: Linden Vineyards in Linden, Virginia. The scenery was breathtaking. Atop the Blue Ridge Mountains, we passed through rolling hills and valleys en route to the winery. The parking lot, surprisingly, was packed although we decided later that the guests must have been on the tour, because once inside, we felt like we had the place to ourselves.
Our afternoon started with a tasting of the five wines that are manufactured at Linden:
A dry 2006 Seyval with the aroma of white grapefruit and lemon zest tinge. Citrusy and fresh.We settled on a bottle of Chardonnay and retreated to the porch, overlooking the rows and rows of grapes in the vineyard. Linden Vineyard offers a selection of local cheese and sausages to pair with your wine selection, with the most delicious, warm and crispy baguettes.
A medium bodied 2004 Chardonney. Crisp and very pleasant with hints of pear and vanilla.
A delicious 2005 Cabernet Franc, full of flavor. Raspberry and truffle aromas.
A hearty 2003 Claret that would be great paired with a dense stew. Notes of mint, sage and blackberry.
And finally, a sweet, but not too sweet, Reisling (2006). It almost had a spritz on my tongue and had a fruity finish of grapefruit, peach and orange peel.
Good food, good wine, good company. It added up to the perfect Sunday afternoon.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
My Plant
My mother-in-law bought me a plant for our condo. She assured me that it only needed watering once every two weeks and was very easy to care for. I do not have a grand history of keeping plants alive (I think I once even killed a cactus) so I was a bit skeptical, but once every two weeks? I could handle that. She also told me that the plant produces little babies. The only thing I could deduce from that was that this plant was some kind of fertility plant. So, at the same time, this gift was more than just a gift. It was a test. I had to prove to my mother-in-law that I could keep this plant alive because if I can't keep the plant healthy and strong, how am I going to care for a baby? Right?
Diligently, once every two weeks, I watered the plant. I let the soil dry out between waterings as the instructions stated. I gave it light (and love). And still (!) it slowly began to wither and shrivel and die. Then, I gave up. I stopped watering it and just left it on the window sill to eek out its last days.
Last night I got frustrated. At why I can never keep plants alive. I cut some of the leaves back and immediately jumped on the internet. Googling "plant with pink center" until I figured out exactly what I had (a bromeliad.) I visited bromeliad care sites, bromeliad society sites, and even found some doctoral thesis on the little buggers.
And you know what I found out? The plant is SUPPOSED to die! Yes, have you ever heard of such a thing? Once the plant flowers, it completely shuts down - giving all of its energy to the birth of a "pup" or offshoot, or as my mother-in-law put it, a "baby." I inspected my plant and low and behold, it had produced a pup.
See that offshoot, above? That's the pup.Now the question is (according to the myriad of websites on the topic) - do I transplant the offshoot, or do I leave it there, allowing the "mother" plant to produce more pups?
I've got to think this one over a bit. With my history, though, I'm sure that whatever I decide for the fate of this pup, the poor plant will eventually die. I'll keep you posted.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
9/11: My Story
It's been six years. It's already been six years and it's only been six years. I was actually surprised that the Today show this morning wasn't overdoing its "America Remembers" series. Or maybe that's CNN? Maybe we're moving on?
Since 9/11 will be one of those days that we recount time and time again, as in a "where were you when..." story. Our parents had JFK and the landing on the moon. We, and they, have 9/11 (and the Challenger explosion.) This is how I remember and will retell my 9/11 story:
I was in a job at GWU that I hated and had a hard time pulling myself out of bed. As usual, I turned on the Today show while I was getting ready for work. The usual stories of the day were on and somewhere around 8:45am, when I needed to leave for work, Katie Couric announced that they would be back with breaking news. I thought it had to do with Chandra Levy, so I turned off the TV and headed to work.
The next day, September 12, I had a doctor's appointment to go to. I hadn't been to the doctor in years and I was worried he would find me unhealthy. So, on September 11, instead of taking the elevator up to the 2nd floor for work, I opted for the stairs. A last ditch effort to break up any cholesterol I had and to get my heart pumping healthily. By taking the stairs, I bypassed the bank of TVs that would have certainly been tuned to the breaking news story of the day.
Up in the gallery, I was hanging the last of the artwork for our exhibition before my boss came in. The phone rang, and it was my Dad. He told me that a plane crashed into the World Trade Center. It can be amusing, in hindsight, what the first reactions are to a tragedy. We both knew it was bad (although we didn't really know how bad at the time) and our conversation went something like this:
Me: Wow. So, I guess a lot of people died?
Dad: I don't know. I would guess. It's crazy. The World Trade Center is so big that the plane didn't even come out of the other side.
In hindsight, neither of us knew how to react to this news, nor did we know that our comments would be recounted for years to come. We did not know how big the plane was and there is history of small planes crashing into the World Trade Center. I was thinking it was a small plane, and couldn't really understand why my father was calling me. Then my dad ends the conversation with some reference to hearing that the Pentagon was on fire and I assured him I was headed down to the TVs to check it out.
I go down to the TVs and the area is mobbed with students. It was there that I watched one of the towers fall, but I can't remember which one. A security officer ordered all students back to their dorms. I asked him, "what about staff?" He said, "If I were you, I'd get the hell out of here." Someone lived in Pentagon City and asked him what she should do. He told her to head north.
Panic mode hit. I tried calling my friend who worked on the Hill but since cell phones were so overloaded, I couldn't get through. I tried to call other friends in DC, but had no luck, so I headed home. The streets were completely clogged with traffic, cars were getting nowhere. I looked toward the direction of the Pentagon and could see a little smoke. I lived right across from the State Dept. and feared that it, too, would be a target. Back at my apartment, I could get through to people on email, letting them know I was ok. My mom somehow got through to me and told me that I needed to get out of the city. She didn't realize that that was pretty much impossible.
I was able, though, to get up to Van Ness to seek refuge at a friend's apartment. It just seemed safer up there. Another friend joined us and for hours, we watched the news coverage. We watched the events unfold, be recounted and analyzed. Too stunned to really talk. It wasn't until hours later, that our one friend informed us that her dad worked at the World Trade Center. He was in England, though, and was not harmed. I couldn't believe it took her so long to tell us. She must have been in shock.
Eventually we felt the need to get out of the apartment and away from the TV. Chadwick's, in Friendship Heights, was pretty much the only thing we could find that was open. We just wanted a quick bite to eat. Our waiter told us that all appetizers were half off. My friend asks, "Is it because of the crisis?" He says, "No, it is happy hour." It was 5:00pm. And, technically, happy hour.
I had a lot of bad dreams that night, basically of being trapped inside falling buildings. The next morning I went to my doctor's appointment. I was pronounced healthy...
Since 9/11 will be one of those days that we recount time and time again, as in a "where were you when..." story. Our parents had JFK and the landing on the moon. We, and they, have 9/11 (and the Challenger explosion.) This is how I remember and will retell my 9/11 story:
I was in a job at GWU that I hated and had a hard time pulling myself out of bed. As usual, I turned on the Today show while I was getting ready for work. The usual stories of the day were on and somewhere around 8:45am, when I needed to leave for work, Katie Couric announced that they would be back with breaking news. I thought it had to do with Chandra Levy, so I turned off the TV and headed to work.
The next day, September 12, I had a doctor's appointment to go to. I hadn't been to the doctor in years and I was worried he would find me unhealthy. So, on September 11, instead of taking the elevator up to the 2nd floor for work, I opted for the stairs. A last ditch effort to break up any cholesterol I had and to get my heart pumping healthily. By taking the stairs, I bypassed the bank of TVs that would have certainly been tuned to the breaking news story of the day.
Up in the gallery, I was hanging the last of the artwork for our exhibition before my boss came in. The phone rang, and it was my Dad. He told me that a plane crashed into the World Trade Center. It can be amusing, in hindsight, what the first reactions are to a tragedy. We both knew it was bad (although we didn't really know how bad at the time) and our conversation went something like this:
Me: Wow. So, I guess a lot of people died?
Dad: I don't know. I would guess. It's crazy. The World Trade Center is so big that the plane didn't even come out of the other side.
In hindsight, neither of us knew how to react to this news, nor did we know that our comments would be recounted for years to come. We did not know how big the plane was and there is history of small planes crashing into the World Trade Center. I was thinking it was a small plane, and couldn't really understand why my father was calling me. Then my dad ends the conversation with some reference to hearing that the Pentagon was on fire and I assured him I was headed down to the TVs to check it out.
I go down to the TVs and the area is mobbed with students. It was there that I watched one of the towers fall, but I can't remember which one. A security officer ordered all students back to their dorms. I asked him, "what about staff?" He said, "If I were you, I'd get the hell out of here." Someone lived in Pentagon City and asked him what she should do. He told her to head north.
Panic mode hit. I tried calling my friend who worked on the Hill but since cell phones were so overloaded, I couldn't get through. I tried to call other friends in DC, but had no luck, so I headed home. The streets were completely clogged with traffic, cars were getting nowhere. I looked toward the direction of the Pentagon and could see a little smoke. I lived right across from the State Dept. and feared that it, too, would be a target. Back at my apartment, I could get through to people on email, letting them know I was ok. My mom somehow got through to me and told me that I needed to get out of the city. She didn't realize that that was pretty much impossible.
I was able, though, to get up to Van Ness to seek refuge at a friend's apartment. It just seemed safer up there. Another friend joined us and for hours, we watched the news coverage. We watched the events unfold, be recounted and analyzed. Too stunned to really talk. It wasn't until hours later, that our one friend informed us that her dad worked at the World Trade Center. He was in England, though, and was not harmed. I couldn't believe it took her so long to tell us. She must have been in shock.
Eventually we felt the need to get out of the apartment and away from the TV. Chadwick's, in Friendship Heights, was pretty much the only thing we could find that was open. We just wanted a quick bite to eat. Our waiter told us that all appetizers were half off. My friend asks, "Is it because of the crisis?" He says, "No, it is happy hour." It was 5:00pm. And, technically, happy hour.
I had a lot of bad dreams that night, basically of being trapped inside falling buildings. The next morning I went to my doctor's appointment. I was pronounced healthy...
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