One of my friends told me once that it took him a long time. I didn't believe him at first. He is one of the most articulate people I know, especially on paper. But now I understand. Somehow the process is more like making fine wine than a cup of tea. Although both take the proper incubation time, right ingredients, and a certain skill, making wine is something not everyone can do. Putting a tea bag into hot water for four minutes is hardly rocket science. Making wine is a different story, and I have come to realize that so is making a blog.
The right voice is everything. Without it writing a blog becomes laborious, tedious even. Hence the lack of regular posts so far. It is with resolve now that I embark on the soul-search to find the true inspiration for writing this public diary. My initial approach will be to classify on a daily basis something - one thing - that makes me smile, that inspires me, or that just plays an essential role in my life, however inconsequential it might seem. Check back to see how this experiment progresses!
10 July 2009
01 June 2009
Learning to compromise: part I
Not too soon after we got home that night - well, dinner, clean-up, a quick run to Home Depot to satisfy my cabinet curiosities there - we started planning. By we, I mean me. Sitting on the bed, Ikea software on the computer. The BF playing video games. You know how it works out.
I start planning the ideal remodel: cabinets, a pantry, roll-front cabinet. And then I look at the total. And BF says, "Is it really worth doing the remodel?" BOOM! CRASH! BURN!!! There go my hopes of gorgeous blue glass cabinets, the nice corner sink, the extra cabinet space...
I would like to tell you that I said, "No problem, honey. We can just leave the cabinets as is and everything will be fine." But the reality of the matter is that I was upset. After all the thought and research, planning and longing that went into getting the kitchen planned, it's hard to change gears to a downgrade that fast. I mean, seriously - from "here, plan your ideal kitchen and we'll talk about it" to "Does it even make sense to do this?" - it's kind of emotional torture! So I pouted. I did. Not proud to admit it, but it was better than bursting into tears (which, admittedly, I was also inclined to do).
Luckily, a little sleep does a world of good. After some careful consideration overnight, I came to terms with the idea of merely painting the existing cabinet doors and adding a few narrow cabinets for some extra room. It will be a lot less expensive, and possibly more fun! I'll save my true ideal kitchen for when we have a real house. Only a few more years...:-)
I start planning the ideal remodel: cabinets, a pantry, roll-front cabinet. And then I look at the total. And BF says, "Is it really worth doing the remodel?" BOOM! CRASH! BURN!!! There go my hopes of gorgeous blue glass cabinets, the nice corner sink, the extra cabinet space...
I would like to tell you that I said, "No problem, honey. We can just leave the cabinets as is and everything will be fine." But the reality of the matter is that I was upset. After all the thought and research, planning and longing that went into getting the kitchen planned, it's hard to change gears to a downgrade that fast. I mean, seriously - from "here, plan your ideal kitchen and we'll talk about it" to "Does it even make sense to do this?" - it's kind of emotional torture! So I pouted. I did. Not proud to admit it, but it was better than bursting into tears (which, admittedly, I was also inclined to do).
Luckily, a little sleep does a world of good. After some careful consideration overnight, I came to terms with the idea of merely painting the existing cabinet doors and adding a few narrow cabinets for some extra room. It will be a lot less expensive, and possibly more fun! I'll save my true ideal kitchen for when we have a real house. Only a few more years...:-)
26 May 2009
Moving in!
To say that I am excited about the prospect of moving is an understatement.
Given that I have moved every year since I got to Atlanta (and twice last year), not counting the fact that I had to move in and out of my college every year of undergrad, means that I have done my fair share of moving in the last 8 years.
All that pales now that I - we - are moving. Moving in. Together. Finally!
Honestly, having lived the last 9 months in a state of "no closet + 2 people + dog", I am jumping for joy at the prospect of having my own (well, shared) closet! This also means that I will be downsizing a fair amount. Not that this is a bad thing. I've realized upon reflection that I am much more like my mother than I thought. Not always a bad thing, but I'm more of a clutter-hoarder than I'd like to admit. But there the clutter lies in front of me and I can't really ignore it any more. And I'm not moving it either!
For those of you who are not in the loop, Jay and I are purchasing a 1br/1ba condo here in Atlanta. (Technically, his family is buying it as an investment) Either way, we are no longer renters. We can paint, put up pictures, change anything we want to change, and the best part is - we get all new appliances! The property is a foreclosure, so it's a steal, especially given the location and condition of the place, but it does not have any appliances, so we went out this past weekend and found a refrigerator, stove/oven, washer/dryer, and dishwasher! The place itself is in really great condition. It has beautiful red-tinted hardwood floors, nice light fixtures, and a washer-dryer hookup in the bedroom. The whole place was renovated in 2003, so there's not much that needs to be done. The only renovation in the works is the kitchen.
To be fair, it's not a bad kitchen. The cabinets are nice, but there are just not enough. If anyone doesn't know how much I love to cook and bake, I will post a picture later of the stacks of moving boxes of SOLELY kitchen stuff. :-) Multiply that by a factor of two (at least), since Jay and I both live in the kitchen, and you'll understand the dilemma. In comes IKEA. They have a (moderately) useful piece of software that allows you to design your own kitchen virtually, and the mock-up of the kitchen looks like it's a good option. Plus, I love their navy blue glass cabinet fronts! That may call for a separate post...more on that later.
Given that I have moved every year since I got to Atlanta (and twice last year), not counting the fact that I had to move in and out of my college every year of undergrad, means that I have done my fair share of moving in the last 8 years.
All that pales now that I - we - are moving. Moving in. Together. Finally!
Honestly, having lived the last 9 months in a state of "no closet + 2 people + dog", I am jumping for joy at the prospect of having my own (well, shared) closet! This also means that I will be downsizing a fair amount. Not that this is a bad thing. I've realized upon reflection that I am much more like my mother than I thought. Not always a bad thing, but I'm more of a clutter-hoarder than I'd like to admit. But there the clutter lies in front of me and I can't really ignore it any more. And I'm not moving it either!
For those of you who are not in the loop, Jay and I are purchasing a 1br/1ba condo here in Atlanta. (Technically, his family is buying it as an investment) Either way, we are no longer renters. We can paint, put up pictures, change anything we want to change, and the best part is - we get all new appliances! The property is a foreclosure, so it's a steal, especially given the location and condition of the place, but it does not have any appliances, so we went out this past weekend and found a refrigerator, stove/oven, washer/dryer, and dishwasher! The place itself is in really great condition. It has beautiful red-tinted hardwood floors, nice light fixtures, and a washer-dryer hookup in the bedroom. The whole place was renovated in 2003, so there's not much that needs to be done. The only renovation in the works is the kitchen.
To be fair, it's not a bad kitchen. The cabinets are nice, but there are just not enough. If anyone doesn't know how much I love to cook and bake, I will post a picture later of the stacks of moving boxes of SOLELY kitchen stuff. :-) Multiply that by a factor of two (at least), since Jay and I both live in the kitchen, and you'll understand the dilemma. In comes IKEA. They have a (moderately) useful piece of software that allows you to design your own kitchen virtually, and the mock-up of the kitchen looks like it's a good option. Plus, I love their navy blue glass cabinet fronts! That may call for a separate post...more on that later.
07 March 2009
The way I see it
A penny falls out of a guy’s pocket as he walks down the street in front of me. It rolls and lands at my feet. (If you know me at all, you will know that I compulsively pick up pennies, as long as they are heads-up. I’m sure Jay gets annoyed with this occasionally :-)) But the penny lands tails-side up.
(picture from http://carliland.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/lincoln_pennies.jpg)
So the philosophical question is, is it bad luck since the penny landed at my feet, regardless of whether I pick it up or not? Or is there a deterministic part of luck/chance/fate that allows me to choose whether or not I pick up the penny and assume the path it brings? Hence, the Iocaine Powder Argument: By ignoring the penny, I can logically assume that the luck outcome of the penny does not apply to me. But by ignoring the penny, I will also leave a nagging doubt in my mind that will automatically associate that forgotten penny with an ill-fated event in the near future. No matter which of the two options I follow, there will always be iocaine powder in both paths. Now, to build up a resistance to bad luck over the next 7 years…
(picture from http://carliland.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/lincoln_pennies.jpg)So the philosophical question is, is it bad luck since the penny landed at my feet, regardless of whether I pick it up or not? Or is there a deterministic part of luck/chance/fate that allows me to choose whether or not I pick up the penny and assume the path it brings? Hence, the Iocaine Powder Argument: By ignoring the penny, I can logically assume that the luck outcome of the penny does not apply to me. But by ignoring the penny, I will also leave a nagging doubt in my mind that will automatically associate that forgotten penny with an ill-fated event in the near future. No matter which of the two options I follow, there will always be iocaine powder in both paths. Now, to build up a resistance to bad luck over the next 7 years…
21 November 2008
Missed you too
It's been a long few weeks, to say the least. My advisor came to me a month ago with a grant idea and data that he wanted. Eager to please, I jumped to start getting the required graphs, figures, and pictures, when I had the unpleasant realization that I couldn't even get started on generating anything for another two weeks because of the lead time necessary for the bio side of things. Starting about two weeks ago, the other grad student and I were able to actually start getting the data, but realized after the fact that we had, in fact, fixed the cells wrong and the staining I was doing wouldn't work. And I've been in crisis mode ever since. Luckily, we pulled some data out of the fire somehow, and the grant got submitted yesterday. Whew!
That being said, the cost of getting this grant was a lack of weekends and nights at home, and I didn't realize how much it had affected my little girl until yesterday. I finally took a bit of a lazy start to the day, walking Emma around 8 instead of 7am, and getting back into bed to snuggle for another hour or so. This time, though, Emma joined us in bed, lying alternately on top of one of us and asking to be pet. She brought up an old sock (that had been previously donated to her playtoys) for tug-of-war/chew session for a good 15 minutes, and was being just generally cuddly, snuggly and adorable. (Note: Emma NEVER wants to cuddle. She's happier just being at our feet)
It almost made me cry when I realized how much you had missed me, so, my little bear, I promise the next few weeks will be filled with more Emma time and less lab time, more walks and park time rather than microscope time. What better way to spend the weekend than with someone who you adore and who adores you (with wagging tail) right back?
That being said, the cost of getting this grant was a lack of weekends and nights at home, and I didn't realize how much it had affected my little girl until yesterday. I finally took a bit of a lazy start to the day, walking Emma around 8 instead of 7am, and getting back into bed to snuggle for another hour or so. This time, though, Emma joined us in bed, lying alternately on top of one of us and asking to be pet. She brought up an old sock (that had been previously donated to her playtoys) for tug-of-war/chew session for a good 15 minutes, and was being just generally cuddly, snuggly and adorable. (Note: Emma NEVER wants to cuddle. She's happier just being at our feet)
It almost made me cry when I realized how much you had missed me, so, my little bear, I promise the next few weeks will be filled with more Emma time and less lab time, more walks and park time rather than microscope time. What better way to spend the weekend than with someone who you adore and who adores you (with wagging tail) right back?
28 August 2008
Feeling a little nostalgia for the wonderful vacation Jay, Emma and I took to Indiana this past June, I dug up some of the pictures. Here is one of them for your enjoyment!
For all that Emma has struggled with her baths, she LOVES the open water, and the boat! While we were up at the lake house, Emma really found her voice, and spent the better part of the time on the porch, barking at neighbors, passing boats, ducks...yes, ducks. She was quite the protective dog (when she wasn't beating up on my grandparents' poor blind mini-dachshund)!!! The remaining hour of the day, she slept quietly on the couch. :-)
For all that Emma has struggled with her baths, she LOVES the open water, and the boat! While we were up at the lake house, Emma really found her voice, and spent the better part of the time on the porch, barking at neighbors, passing boats, ducks...yes, ducks. She was quite the protective dog (when she wasn't beating up on my grandparents' poor blind mini-dachshund)!!! The remaining hour of the day, she slept quietly on the couch. :-)
18 July 2008
Listening skills
Disclaimer: I have never had a sinus infection before.
It was around June 18th that I started feeling sickly. A headache, possibly a light fever, and some congestion took my concentration and ability to think for the next few days. Then it happened. I woke up Saturday morning unable to make any sound louder than a whisper. I mean, a true whisper. It's a good thing dogs have sensitive hearing because Emma would not have been able to hear me otherwise. I have rarely felt more crippled! Only once before in my life has this ever happened, and even then it only lasted a few hours. This time I literally had NO VOICE for two days, and was still at a croak for the next two after that. It definitely made for an interesting weekend for Jay and me since he could talk to me, but I could barely respond. We left for Indiana as my voice was recovering, and I thought the worst was over. 5 days at my grandparents' house, and I felt just fine, with only a little residual congestion and drainage. But there it still was, more than two weeks later, as my parents left after the 4th of July. Now, I can be a hypochondriac, but having a cold for 3.5 weeks really just isn't normal, especially for me. Even when I had mono AND strep throat simultaneously, it only lasted 2 weeks. So I finally caved, and made an appointment at the health center.
Tuesday morning finds me sitting in the doctor's office, waiting for Dr. Smith. Yep, generic. And so was her diagnosis. I just had "a lot of drainage". I could have told her that. She pressed on my face a little bit, and asked if my teeth hurt. I didn't scream in pain, so she decided the pressure in my face was not severe enough to be even a mild sinus infection. So I left with some generic prescription Sudafed and Allegra, to clear out the "drainage". 3 days later, and it's not getting better. Just as I expected. Luckily, Jay's parents have access to prescription strength antibiotics in OTC form in the Philippines. His mom was sweet enough to FedEx a course of amoxicillin to me! I started on antibiotics this morning, so hopefully in 24 hours I'll be feeling much better.
In this day and age, it's faster and easier for me to get antibiotics (and feel better sooner) from half way across the world, than to have an American doctor actually listen to my concerns and take them seriously. Don't they teach doctors to listen to their patients?
It was around June 18th that I started feeling sickly. A headache, possibly a light fever, and some congestion took my concentration and ability to think for the next few days. Then it happened. I woke up Saturday morning unable to make any sound louder than a whisper. I mean, a true whisper. It's a good thing dogs have sensitive hearing because Emma would not have been able to hear me otherwise. I have rarely felt more crippled! Only once before in my life has this ever happened, and even then it only lasted a few hours. This time I literally had NO VOICE for two days, and was still at a croak for the next two after that. It definitely made for an interesting weekend for Jay and me since he could talk to me, but I could barely respond. We left for Indiana as my voice was recovering, and I thought the worst was over. 5 days at my grandparents' house, and I felt just fine, with only a little residual congestion and drainage. But there it still was, more than two weeks later, as my parents left after the 4th of July. Now, I can be a hypochondriac, but having a cold for 3.5 weeks really just isn't normal, especially for me. Even when I had mono AND strep throat simultaneously, it only lasted 2 weeks. So I finally caved, and made an appointment at the health center.
Tuesday morning finds me sitting in the doctor's office, waiting for Dr. Smith. Yep, generic. And so was her diagnosis. I just had "a lot of drainage". I could have told her that. She pressed on my face a little bit, and asked if my teeth hurt. I didn't scream in pain, so she decided the pressure in my face was not severe enough to be even a mild sinus infection. So I left with some generic prescription Sudafed and Allegra, to clear out the "drainage". 3 days later, and it's not getting better. Just as I expected. Luckily, Jay's parents have access to prescription strength antibiotics in OTC form in the Philippines. His mom was sweet enough to FedEx a course of amoxicillin to me! I started on antibiotics this morning, so hopefully in 24 hours I'll be feeling much better.
In this day and age, it's faster and easier for me to get antibiotics (and feel better sooner) from half way across the world, than to have an American doctor actually listen to my concerns and take them seriously. Don't they teach doctors to listen to their patients?
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