how much I dislike the following phrases?
It is what it is
I know, right?
Take care
Well, I don't like them.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Just another day with the CEOs and Republicans
Wow- it's been a while.
Yesterday Chuck Grassley had a town hall meeting at Dupaco. Everyone was surprised at how packed it was. There were about 125 people that showed up... it was a tiny room though. I will say, I was not surprised. The meeting was set up Q/A, the questions were mainly about health care, some about the economy and a few about abortion. Unfortunately, nothing about student loan repayment. :(
Anywho, I helped greet and usher the hour before the meeting. I basically stood around with the credit union big wigs, I felt a little random. To top of the random-ish-ness this photo was taken right at the end with high up credit union people... plus the random n00b in a yellow dress. I almost was right next to Mr. Senator in the in the photo, but then Jose dude decided he wanted to stand there. The whole thing makes me giggle.
Oh- and I shouldn't forget, my "males under 30 radar" picked up a hottie-boom-body that made the whole event about 50% more exciting. We made eye contact a few times, but I think it was only because I was looking at him first. :D
Yesterday Chuck Grassley had a town hall meeting at Dupaco. Everyone was surprised at how packed it was. There were about 125 people that showed up... it was a tiny room though. I will say, I was not surprised. The meeting was set up Q/A, the questions were mainly about health care, some about the economy and a few about abortion. Unfortunately, nothing about student loan repayment. :(
Anywho, I helped greet and usher the hour before the meeting. I basically stood around with the credit union big wigs, I felt a little random. To top of the random-ish-ness this photo was taken right at the end with high up credit union people... plus the random n00b in a yellow dress. I almost was right next to Mr. Senator in the in the photo, but then Jose dude decided he wanted to stand there. The whole thing makes me giggle.
Oh- and I shouldn't forget, my "males under 30 radar" picked up a hottie-boom-body that made the whole event about 50% more exciting. We made eye contact a few times, but I think it was only because I was looking at him first. :D
Monday, February 16, 2009
Oh Love, what are you?
Valentine's day was just a day last year, this year it was more of a season. Maybe the talk of love, cards and excessive candy has always been around weeks before the 14th and I've been too wrapped up in day to day stuff that I had never noticed. A few thoughts on love that caught my ear or eye this season:
The first two acts of This American Life
http://www.thisamericanlife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?episode=374
"I don't know if you're the only one for me, but I think you have to be at least 1 in 100,000"
The first time I heard this it was from an old doctor's wife that liked to travel. I was a senior in high school and she told me, "Hunny, you can find someone anywhere you go."
"The story of struggle of pain, fighting through and over coming- the story of how you stayed together."
Ok- so really, this is hard to understand because it's taken so much out of context. What I liked about it was that it was a story about two people who had to "work" at love after their being in love bliss faded. I was "touched" by the fact that the couple stuck it out. Naturally, I just think, if you have to work at it, what's the point? If it's not going to work easily, I don't want to deal with it. That's a pretty bad attitude, huh? This couple gave me hope, that love isn't perfect or always glamorous .
_____
The Mess of Love
We've made a great mess of love
Since we made an ideal of it.
The moment I swear to love a woman,a certain woman, all my life
That moment I begin to hate her.
The moment I even say to a woman: " I love you!"--
My love dies down considerably.
The moment love is an understood thing between us, we are sure of it,
It's a cold egg, it isn't love anymore.
Love is like a flower, it must flower and fade'
If it doesn't fade, it's not a flower,
It's either an artificial rag blossom, or an immortelle, for the cemetery.
The moment the mind interferes with love, or the will fixes on it,
Or the personality assumes it as an attribute, or the ego takes possession of it,
It is not love any more, it's just a mess.
And we've made a great mess of love, mind-perverted, ego-perverted love.
--D.H. Lawerence, English 1885-1930
____
But finally,
"He who would know the secret of both worlds will find that the secret of them both is Love." -Attar
The first two acts of This American Life
http://www.thisamericanlife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?episode=374
"I don't know if you're the only one for me, but I think you have to be at least 1 in 100,000"
The first time I heard this it was from an old doctor's wife that liked to travel. I was a senior in high school and she told me, "Hunny, you can find someone anywhere you go."
"The story of struggle of pain, fighting through and over coming- the story of how you stayed together."
Ok- so really, this is hard to understand because it's taken so much out of context. What I liked about it was that it was a story about two people who had to "work" at love after their being in love bliss faded. I was "touched" by the fact that the couple stuck it out. Naturally, I just think, if you have to work at it, what's the point? If it's not going to work easily, I don't want to deal with it. That's a pretty bad attitude, huh? This couple gave me hope, that love isn't perfect or always glamorous .
_____
The Mess of Love
We've made a great mess of love
Since we made an ideal of it.
The moment I swear to love a woman,a certain woman, all my life
That moment I begin to hate her.
The moment I even say to a woman: " I love you!"--
My love dies down considerably.
The moment love is an understood thing between us, we are sure of it,
It's a cold egg, it isn't love anymore.
Love is like a flower, it must flower and fade'
If it doesn't fade, it's not a flower,
It's either an artificial rag blossom, or an immortelle, for the cemetery.
The moment the mind interferes with love, or the will fixes on it,
Or the personality assumes it as an attribute, or the ego takes possession of it,
It is not love any more, it's just a mess.
And we've made a great mess of love, mind-perverted, ego-perverted love.
--D.H. Lawerence, English 1885-1930
____
But finally,
"He who would know the secret of both worlds will find that the secret of them both is Love." -Attar
Friday, January 16, 2009
Extracted
The best part was being put under. The red stuff is a periodontal ligament. I still feel like a chipmunk.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
The Update
Sue informed me of Bob's diagnosis yesterday morning. He had a Transient Ischemic Attack.
http://www.webmd.com/stroke/tc/transient-ischemic-attack-tia-topic-overview
http://www.webmd.com/stroke/tc/transient-ischemic-attack-tia-topic-overview
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
4424
I was at the kitchen table eating dinner with Dan and Sue. The phone rang. We all looked around and realized Ellie wasn't home to answer the phone. I said to them, "Let's just let the answering machine get it." Sue scoffed and rolled her eyes, Dan got up to answer the phone. We overheard Dan say, "What? I can't understand a word you're saying." We look at each other and bolt to a near by phone. As we listen, we also couldn't understand him. We listened a bit longer, Sue pulled the phone away and said to Dan, "I think this guy is having a stroke!" We listened longer, Sue spoke in a calm and soothing voice- people having strokes may not be able to understand what is spoken, but they are able to comprehend the tone of voice. Sue asked the man on the phone what his name was, he continued with his incoherent speech. She asked again, finally made out, "John Banano". Dan and Sue looked at each other, they both knew John. He started to give his address, "...4424..", Sue said, "Don't worry, we know where you live, we'll be there soon". We all hung up the phone, briefly looked at each other bewildered, put our coats on and headed to John's house.
John, lives with his wife Marie, both ancient. We knocked on the door, Marie answered. We asked if John was home and if he was alright. Marie said he had just gone upstairs to put on his pajamas. We told her we had received a strange phone call, she could tell we were worried, so she went upstairs to check on John. She said, "John, did you call Dr. Dan?" He replied, "No, was I supposed to?" We were relieved John was alright, but a big uneasy about the phone call.
We drove by the house of another ancient member of the community, by the name of Ray. Ray hasn't been in good health lately and may have been the person trying to contact us. Ray's house had a large picture window, inside all of the lights were on and Ray was in his chair sleeping. Dan looked in the window, Ray stirred and sort of scratched his face. Ray wasn't the man we were looking for.
As we drove home, we discussed are next plan of action. As soon as I entered the door, I dialed *69- failure. That never worked when I was young and now, in an emergency like situation, it failed again. I dialed the operator and asked if she could give us the last phone number that called our land line. She informed me they didn't have that information. We were at a dead end Were we supposed to resume our dinner? Someone could be in serious trouble!
Dan decided to phone the police, perhaps they would have access to tracking numbers or at least a suggestion of what to do next. The police were friendly, but seemed to offer minimal help. They said they would manually go through the phone book and look for a 4424 address. After the phone call with the police, Dan sat at the kitchen table with the phone book in front of him, Sue and I doing our own brainstorming. A minute later Dan says, "Here it is! Bob Banano 4424!" We quickly dialed the police again, they said they would send an officer and told us to make our way towards 4424.
We pulled up to a small blue house with flashing red and blue lights in front of it. On the porch was a man holding a small bag and an officer. We all walked up to the porch. Immediately Bob recognized Dan and started telling him of his oral issue. It didn't seem that there was much wrong, though- why was this man talking so weird?
An EMT arrived shortly. The officer said there was an ambulance on it's way. We suggested the ambulance be canceled, it seems like he's alright.. we guessed? The EMT knew Bob, though his speech is usually a bit mumbled, it sounded like there was defiantly something going on. Sue and the EMT asked Bob a number of questions; Sue asked him to squeeze her hands. He put his hands out flat, she repeated, "Squeeze my hands". He clapped his hands together, "Bob, can you squeeze my hands?". He then held her hand, she repeated on more time, "Bob, can you squeeze my hands?" Finally, Bob squeezed her hands. Perhaps canceling the ambulance wasn't a good idea.
For liability reasons, Bob could not ride with the EMT or the officer. We certainly didn't want him to drive, the ambulance had been canceled. Dan and Sue pulled their car into Bob's driveway and we were headed to the ER.
We arrived at the hospital, Bob's condition was the same. Bob was admitted to the ER, Dr. House was to arrive in minutes...
Unfortunately Bob's wife had died years ago and his children lived far away. We were informed that family would be contacted. Our work was done. We drove home to find our dinner still on the table and Ellie home.
John, lives with his wife Marie, both ancient. We knocked on the door, Marie answered. We asked if John was home and if he was alright. Marie said he had just gone upstairs to put on his pajamas. We told her we had received a strange phone call, she could tell we were worried, so she went upstairs to check on John. She said, "John, did you call Dr. Dan?" He replied, "No, was I supposed to?" We were relieved John was alright, but a big uneasy about the phone call.
We drove by the house of another ancient member of the community, by the name of Ray. Ray hasn't been in good health lately and may have been the person trying to contact us. Ray's house had a large picture window, inside all of the lights were on and Ray was in his chair sleeping. Dan looked in the window, Ray stirred and sort of scratched his face. Ray wasn't the man we were looking for.
As we drove home, we discussed are next plan of action. As soon as I entered the door, I dialed *69- failure. That never worked when I was young and now, in an emergency like situation, it failed again. I dialed the operator and asked if she could give us the last phone number that called our land line. She informed me they didn't have that information. We were at a dead end Were we supposed to resume our dinner? Someone could be in serious trouble!
Dan decided to phone the police, perhaps they would have access to tracking numbers or at least a suggestion of what to do next. The police were friendly, but seemed to offer minimal help. They said they would manually go through the phone book and look for a 4424 address. After the phone call with the police, Dan sat at the kitchen table with the phone book in front of him, Sue and I doing our own brainstorming. A minute later Dan says, "Here it is! Bob Banano 4424!" We quickly dialed the police again, they said they would send an officer and told us to make our way towards 4424.
We pulled up to a small blue house with flashing red and blue lights in front of it. On the porch was a man holding a small bag and an officer. We all walked up to the porch. Immediately Bob recognized Dan and started telling him of his oral issue. It didn't seem that there was much wrong, though- why was this man talking so weird?
An EMT arrived shortly. The officer said there was an ambulance on it's way. We suggested the ambulance be canceled, it seems like he's alright.. we guessed? The EMT knew Bob, though his speech is usually a bit mumbled, it sounded like there was defiantly something going on. Sue and the EMT asked Bob a number of questions; Sue asked him to squeeze her hands. He put his hands out flat, she repeated, "Squeeze my hands". He clapped his hands together, "Bob, can you squeeze my hands?". He then held her hand, she repeated on more time, "Bob, can you squeeze my hands?" Finally, Bob squeezed her hands. Perhaps canceling the ambulance wasn't a good idea.
For liability reasons, Bob could not ride with the EMT or the officer. We certainly didn't want him to drive, the ambulance had been canceled. Dan and Sue pulled their car into Bob's driveway and we were headed to the ER.
We arrived at the hospital, Bob's condition was the same. Bob was admitted to the ER, Dr. House was to arrive in minutes...
Unfortunately Bob's wife had died years ago and his children lived far away. We were informed that family would be contacted. Our work was done. We drove home to find our dinner still on the table and Ellie home.
Saturday, December 06, 2008
on texting
Alright- I just vented to a friend about this.. I didn't mean to.
Recently, I've been getting really frustrated with text messages I receive. Texting is supposed to be a convenient and quick way to get a message to someone. I read a short blog a while back, my favorite quote, that I whole heatedly agreed with: "We've already invented an incredibly efficient way to get thoughts from our brains to others - it's called speech."
So my bottom line: getting text messages that require more than a 5 word reply just bother me. I don't want to send 7 text and take 20 minutes to figure out say.. when we're going to meet to work on a project. I would prefer to simply pick up the phone and make plans and be finished and clarified in 3 minutes.
I think texting is getting out of hand. And it pisses me off.
Recently, I've been getting really frustrated with text messages I receive. Texting is supposed to be a convenient and quick way to get a message to someone. I read a short blog a while back, my favorite quote, that I whole heatedly agreed with: "We've already invented an incredibly efficient way to get thoughts from our brains to others - it's called speech."
So my bottom line: getting text messages that require more than a 5 word reply just bother me. I don't want to send 7 text and take 20 minutes to figure out say.. when we're going to meet to work on a project. I would prefer to simply pick up the phone and make plans and be finished and clarified in 3 minutes.
I think texting is getting out of hand. And it pisses me off.
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