A Sparkly!

September 3, 2008 at 1:30 am | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

While I’m waiting for Flikr to finish processing my Pro account order (which, PS, JUST expired like yesterday, go figure), here’s something to whet your appetite – my placeholder sparkly from JB! Drink in the awesomeness, people:

Extreme out of focus close-up sparkly

Extreme out of focus close-up sparkly

The engagement dinner. Courtesy of my phone.

The engagement dinner. Courtesy of my phone.

Shameless Plug – FeedMeBrains.com

August 26, 2008 at 7:29 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
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We interrupt your regularly-scheduled reading for a quick shameless plug. Me and a couple of buddies have decided to indulge our shared obsession with a particular undead creature and create our own zombie blog:

FeedMeBrains.com

For my squeamish readers (and I know I have a bunch, if the number of squeamish people in “real life” correlates), this will be the last zombie mention on this blog. But for those of you who need a Dawn of the Dead fix every now and again, come on down and check us out.

I Don’t Know Anything About the Internet.

May 3, 2008 at 4:48 pm | In It's a Big World, The Future, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
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It’s true. I don’t.

But I’m trying to learn.

I’ve always had an affinity for logic (A leads to B leads to C), which by definition has meant I’ve always been somewhat OK at computers. I spent loads of time on my family’s Mac Apple IIGS (so much time that I actually remember the name of the machine though I couldn’t have been more than 6 years old or so). Then I got a Nintendo (original NES, ghetto fabulous), and game systems replaced computers in my life for a few years.

Then Prodigy went mainstream.

Do you remember Prodigy? I don’t, not really. I just remember the chat rooms. I remember that a window opened and would fill with words that you hadn’t typed in. The words just showed up. And there was no way to tell what would be typed in that window next. And you could type your responses. And other people would see it! Even though the window was on YOUR computer!

It was an epiphany. It was also a monstrous pay-per-minute bill for my friend’s family, since my Dad refused to get Prodigy so I could only use it when we went to visit my friend. If memory serves, his parents blamed him and forgot I’d also been there at the time. Sorry, dude.

It took my family a few years to get AOL, but when we did, I was unstoppable. Hours upon hours upon hours. Trying to type as quietly as possible so my parents wouldn’t know I was online at 2am. Learning about fascinating people from all over the world. Thinking private chat was the coolest thing in the world, as long as you knew who you were chatting with. Making furtive, never-to-be-realized plans of meeting up in real life and knowing this group of people on a “deeper” level.

Bear in mind, this was before the first Dateline special on Innernet pre-verts.

But still. I was fascinated by chat. Every now and then, someone would mention something they had run across on the “Internet.” “What’s that?” I’d ask. “What else is there beyond chatting?” They tried to explain it. I didn’t buy it. I opened my browser window a few times. Poked around here and there. But I just found it all to be boring. There was no interaction. It was just… pages. Like in a book. Information that I didn’t have a particular interest in, information that didn’t change. I figured if I ever needed that stuff I’d just go look it up in an encyclopedia, then closed my browser window and went back to chat.

It’s safe to say I didn’t get it.

Even when I went to college, I still didn’t get it. I still primarily used my connection for chatting. This reluctance to use the Internet for informational purposes was also not helped when my professor from my very first class freshman year decided to jump on board with this whole “online thing” and email us our first assignment. With a MASSIVE virus. MASSIVE. We all crashed. My computer was brand new. Brand. New. I ran as much anti-virus stuff as I could get my hands on, but the old girl was never the same. Haunted does not even begin to cover it.

By the time I graduated from college and had procured an un-haunted laptop, I was starting to grasp the whole browsing thing. In fact, reminiscent of my Prodigy days, I went overboard. Being at my first job, having no clue what I was doing combined with free access to my own connected computer all day, I was online ALL THE TIME. Yahoo. CNN. The New York Post.  MapQuest. Random links from friends. Constant Googling of anything that popped into my head.

But I still didn’t get it.

After a couple of years I settled in to my current company, and in my first role I had to do some work with the company’s intranet. All I had to do was write for it, then follow a couple of simple steps to post the content up on the appropriate site.

I was in love.

Before long, I was doing entire site redesigns – obviously not from a development side, but from a content management/communications perspective. After begging my boss, I stopped having to create content for most of it. I could focus entirely on site architecture and organization - again, not as a developer, but in terms of marrying what was perfect from a communications perspective with what the developer could realistically do without having to kill me. Considering the fact that almost 4 years later the developers still talk to me, even though they don’t have to, I think I did OK.

But the intranet could only go so far. Since the intranet fascinated me so much, in my spare time I began taking another look at the Internet as a whole, this time from a larger communications perspective instead of “how can I be entertained.”

Holy schnikes.

A whole new world had sprung up! There was music! Video! Something called MySpace! And people were doing things in about 500 million different ways.

Well. I wanted in.

So my next role within the company was focused on the “real” Internet. I moved into something of a hybrid between account management and online marketing. And I dug it. The online marketing part. Not so much the account management. So I quit… and just did the online stuff. For my whole team. I built websites. I created email campaigns. I edited standing marketing platforms to keep the content constantly updated and refreshed.

OK. Enough with the resume. But you get the idea.

So then I started thinking… what else can the Internet do? What all is out there that I can take advantage of?

Would you believe I didn’t know how to use an RSS feed until about 3 months ago?

Now I follow blogs and content communities (I’m sure that’s not the right phrase, but, hey, I’m learning) through my feed reader – that’s where I keep the stuff I like personally. That’s where I can check out the latest from people like Seth Godin, Ian Lurie, and David Vinjamuri. I’m relying on them and folks like them to catch me up on all the experience I missed because I was too busy chatting. Also within my iGoogle I have more feeds that I consider primarily work-related - I keep my feedreader on my home computer’s browser and my work-related stuff on my iGoogle, accessible from anyplace.

Did I mention I USE iGoogle? I also use Twitter, Technorati, WordPress (obviously), Facebook, eHow, LinkedInSphinn, StumbleUpon, and Flickr. I’m thinking about using Digg, but something about it doesn’t appeal to me. Not sure why. I’m incredibly interested in things like SEO (note that the words in my headlines now always start with a capital letter, thanks SlightShadySEO) and blog optimization and targeting (note my not-quite-passing thought that I devote this blog to Gordon Ramsay which Pocklock wisely talked me out of, suggesting I make Ramsay part of a variety of topics I write about instead of the sole subject). I’m trying to teach myself HTML (then XML then CSS then everything else) so I have more flexibility with what my online presence looks like.

So I don’t know anything about the Internet. Now. But I will. I’m coming into this late in the game – I’m a late adopter, remember? – but I’ll get there.

Boxes in the Kitchen.

April 17, 2008 at 8:55 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
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There are a bunch of empty cardboard boxes stacked in my kitchen. JB brought them home last night from his office. The way he stacked them, they kind of look like a person.

They’re here because we’re moving.

In, oh wow, less than 10 days, I’m packing up my car (meaning I’m taking an overnight bag since I drive a Miata) and driving to New York. The same New York that I left just over a year ago to move up here.  The same move that I literally just last month finished unpacking from. And now I’m going to repack, in part with the boxes in the kitchen, and go home.

And I’m excited.

See, I landed what I’m pretty sure is the job of my dreams. Now, JB would argue that I moved to Boston for what I thought was the job of my dreams. And my friends would argue I have the job of my dreams now (working from home in sweatpants). And they’d probably be right. At the time. But just as it was time to move on from the job I moved to Boston for, it’s now time to move on from the sweatpants. At least for four days per week, since I’ve been told I can work from home on Fridays. So I’m going to gradually transition away from the sweatpants. Don’t want to shock my system, after all.

I move in 10 days, JB follows two weeks after that, we have no idea where we’re going to live or anything (besides with my parents for a few weeks, thanks for putting us up mom and dad!), but we’re both excited. It’s what those boxes in the kitchen are saying to me right now – possibility. I’ve determined this is going to be my purge move – I did the math and I’ve somehow moved 13 times in the last 10 years and I keep managing to haul the same crap with me everywhere. I mean, stuff that just sits in boxes until my next move. So those empty boxes are just screamining possibility at me right now, since I’m not altogether sure what’s going to go in them, and I’m not sure where I’m going to end up.

I wish I’d had this metaphor when I was graduating from college. Makes a lot more sense to me than a lot of the crap they said at Commencement. :-)

 

PS – to all my friends in NY, YES, of course we’re going to meet up for a drink! Send me a note on Facebook and we’ll plan! 

A bad time for Good Time.

January 9, 2008 at 8:12 pm | In How to Function in Society, Uncategorized | 1 Comment
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Good Time is not off to the best start in 2008. She had minor surgery in early December – at least, it was supposed to be minor. Instead, she had a terrible allergic reaction to her pain meds, leaving her with a fever approaching 105. She kicked the fever and the reaction, but the whole thing took its toll. JB and I got a call from Manned Up in the days leading up to the New Year, saying he’d taken Good Time to the ER where they were admitting her.

Poor gal was dehydrated, in pain all over, and exhausted. I tried to explain to the docs that it was nothing a good Chi-tini couldn’t fix, but they were having none of it. So they kept her for about a week, pumping her full of lovely fluids and getting her nice and hooked on Ambien. She was lucky enough not to have a roommate, though, and managed to pull off the impressive feat of watching 52 episodes of Law & Order in under 72 hours.

So the good news is she’s better now, but unfortunately way too weak to go home yet. Not sure if I’ve mentioned this before, but Good Time was born with spina bifida and is in a wheelchair. If girlfriend doesn’t have her full strength, well, it’s not good. So she’s currently cooling her heels at a rehab center all of 5 minutes from her house – she is not amused.

Now, I use the phrase “rehab center” a little loosely. For Good Time, that’s definitely what it is. She’s there for physical therapy to get herself back in fighting shape so she can go home. From what I’ve seen, though, for the other residents it’s more of, how you say, an “old age home”? Oh boy does Good Time love that. I keep trying to tell her that she should just enjoy being the youngest one there by about 40 years (she of the milestone birthday last year), but she doesn’t see the humor. She also didn’t see the humor when I reminded her she could totally kick everyone’s ass in the Rascal Races. Ah well. She’ll laugh when she’s better.

I think she’s on the mend, though, as we had some great laughs last night. Her roommate at this place is a really nice lady who is pretty much entirely deaf. I can commiserate. This woman, I’ll call her Enid, she looks like an Enid, is a real character. She went out for a litle mosey with her walker the other night at about 7:30, and when she came back in at 8 she loudly announced to all of us visiting Good Time that “this place is like a morgue! Everyone’s in bed!” If you ask me, Good Time could have done a lot worse for a roommate – Enid brings her meals and other snacks from the dining area, gives her privacy when she wants it, and watches her TV on mute since the volume doesn’t make a difference to her. Not too shabby.

But last night takes the cake. When JB and I got there, Enid was out visiting with some of her buddies. We were in with Good Time for about an hour before she came back – JB was watching Good Time’s TV and she and I were chatting. Enid walks in, sees her TV is off, and asks Good Time, “Who keeps coming in here and shutting this thing off?!” Good Time said she had no idea, she’d been sleeping, and Enid shook her head, grumbled, and turned the TV back on. When Good Time turned to face me I saw she had the giggles something fierce.

“You know what I learned?” she asked, tears starting in her eyes as she tried to hold in her giggles.

“What?”

“My remote works on both TVs.”

“You mean you turned off her TV?”

“Yes. Not on purpose, but yes. Many times today.”

And she and I both lost it. Lost it. Crying laughing, I was on the floor, and I thought she might fall out of bed. JB thought we were insane – but that’s not unusual.

I miss her. Hope she goes home soon. Get better, Good Time. 

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