Monthly Archives: October 2012


I’m falling out of shape. I’m 41 (gosh I hate to admit that), and my body needs me to put more work into than it used to. I used to exercise quite a lot, most days after work in fact, but now I’ve got my dad to go see and my puppy to tangle with. The puppy wants to play with me when I get on the floor to stretch etc. I could do exercise videos more often when I had sole access to the tv and no puppy, but life is what it is.

So my next idea is to get it in when I can. I’ve done sets of girl push-ups, and leg lifts before work the last few days so that’s good. The thing is, I need to create a program for myself. I need to write or type something up and follow it religiously. That shouldn’t be difficult for me. I know what exercises to do and I know how to do them correctly. I just need to do it, do it, do it.

I got contacted by a representative for the SlimKicker fitness app. She wants me to do a review of it. That’s a nifty milestone in my blogging life! The app will be coming out early next year and I look forward to using it and seeing what it can do for me. Check out their website if you please.

While I’ll getting my body in shape, I’ll be trying to shape up my career. Here’s the plan:

1. Keep blogging
2. Keep curating (I’ve been stepping up my Pinterest activity of late).
3. Start reading instructional technology books and blog about them
4. Do well at my current real job

Not enough hours!!! Then there’s NaNoWriMo. I’m not sure if I can actually do it.

I’m going to ask the universe again for my millions of dollars. I know those dollars are out there just waiting to fall into my purse.


I wish I were…

I wish I were a ballerina, with a ballerina body. I wish my legs were long and lithe, covered in pink or white tights. I’d take the stage as a swan, or a princess and extend my beautiful arms in second position, holding the whole world in that vast space from my right palm to my left palm. I’d be a star if I were a ballerina.

I wish I were a poet. I’d be a real poet, a proper poet. I’d sit down and write poems everyday. I would weave marvelous, colorful, radiant word tapestries. I’d cook five-course meals made of succulent, buttery, creamy, sweet words. My “ifs’ and “ands” staccato, pizzicato, as if from a violin. I’d go to public readings and sing my verse like an angel, speak my rhymes like a queen of hip hop. I’d be cool as a poet.

I wish I were the crinkled leaf that blew across the hood of my car when I pulled into the driveway tonight. That leaf is probably satisfied with its lot. It doesn’t wish it were something else. Well I think that’s true of the leaf, but I’ll never know for sure. For all I know the leaf wants to be a butterfly, or a rock, or a woman who wants to be a ballerina poet. I bet if I asked, it wouldn’t tell me.


I shouldn’t eat bugs

I’m thinking about vegetarianism. I think about it from time to time, I eat a hamburger, I think about it some more.

You see, I’ve heard about how the food industry treats animals and it makes me feel guilty. I know I can’t change the way things work, but I can at least give the meat makers as little support as possible.

When I think about becoming a vegetarian, I think that’s not enough. We get eggs from badly treated chickens, and then there’s the poor milk cows. I mean, aren’t I just being a hypocrite if I don’t go all out and adopt a vegan diet? But then there are insects in the grain products we eat. I can’t contribute to killing them. This is how I talk myself out of becoming a vegetarian.

The truth is, I could do it if I was single. I avoided meat for quite a few years when I was mostly eating alone. Now I have a husband who eats meat. Eating would get overly complicated if I decided to go vegetarian. It’s complicated now with me trying to eat healthy and him not so much.

What to do? Here’s a list:

  • Look for meat that comes from a small farm, not a huge meat-making plant
  • Eat meat fewer times a week
  • Buy more local food

That’s about all I can think of, but one has to start somewhere doesn’t one? Baby steps…

Better Than Before

Work this week is enjoyable because I’m doing something I’m good at. Imagine that! I won’t go into details, but I’m making an informational video using Adobe Captivate 6. I’m writing a script and putting graphics together (wishing I had a budget to buy stock graphics). Tomorrow I’ll record the narration and then put it all together. This is my thing! I need to do this all the time and get paid for it. I think I’m probably well suited for the instructional design field. Better get serious about it before I hit 50.

I’ve always been a late bloomer. I didn’t have my first boyfriend until college, I was well into my twenties the first time I got drunk, I didn’t get married until I was 39. I’m on a bit of a different schedule. I’ll probably make my Hollywood debut when I’m 80.

I’m always jealous of those young “whiz kids” like Mark Zukerberg, who make a name for themselves and millions of dollars before they turn 30. I will never be them. That’s got to be okay because that’s the way it is.

The thing about being a knowledge worker (I think that’s what I am), is it puts a lot of stress on your body to sit in front of a computer all day. I took two brief walks today but I need to do more. I’m trying to spend less time looking down at the iPad. It kills the neck!

Oh these 21st century problems. `

The bottom line is that the last couple of days have been good, and I’m grateful for any good that comes my way.

PS: I don’t like the number of times I used the word “I” or “I’m” in this post, so to add to the self indulgence here’s one of my many self-portraits. This was taken in one of the dance studios at the Univ. of Illinois Champaign-Urbana, where I went to grad school. I had a make-shift dark room in my bathroom and this one came out by mistake. I think it’s kind of cool though. I did so many creative things back then (sigh).


Up then down

I was feeling good this morning. Positivity was oozing from my pores and the feeling stuck for quite a few hours. Then I was informed that the work I did for “the big project” had some problems. Now, I knew it wouldn’t be great because I have next to no clue as to what I’m doing, but I wasn’t ready to face it. So after that happened I felt like a big fat loser. I made the mistake of looking at the online classifieds to see what jobs might be out there. I should never look for a job when I’m feeling bad about myself as it just reinforces my feeling that I’m not qualified for anything, that I have the wrong kind of education, and basically the whole world is against me.

I know for sure that I need a degree in something other than dance. I’ve thought about marketing, but I wonder if I could feel good about getting people to buy things they don’t need. I know there’s more to it than that, and there are marketing people who do work for very honorable companies and organizations. If you’re in marketing and you read this, please don’t take offense. I have very few facts about your profession.

A degree that I’m seriously considering is a Masters in Instructional Technology. Back in the day, I created a podcast called The IT Help Podcast. It was part promotional but mostly tech support. I took documents from the IU Knowledge Base and translated them into short multimedia pieces for people who would rather learn in a more visual way. I’ve always felt I was doing something akin to instructional design. There’s a program here at IU that I would like to apply to.

In the meantime I’ll keep blogging, and I’ll keep trying to make a name for myself on this World Wide Web thing. I’m someone who’s supposed to be her own boss. The universe keeps giving me clues. I need to keep listening.

Lots and Lots of Good Stuff

There’s this new-ish thing I’m doing. I’m scouring the web for interesting articles, videos, comics, and images about technology. I’m the social media coordinator for the IT Training group at Indiana University and I want to give our Facebook likers and Twitter followers really interesting content so they’ll keep coming back and eventually take some of our workshops.

Everyday I go to TechCrunch, Wired, Digg, Slashdot, Mashabale, and others. I look for stories that are interesting to me and hopefully interesting to our social media audience. When I find something I like, I save it to Instapaper (which I just discovered a few days ago), or I email the link to myself. There is so much out there it’s crazy! A lot of it is worth look at too.

Some things are strange, like this piece about “The Lost Art of Urine Tasting.”  Here’s some text from the article:

“The colour, smell, and even taste of urine was used to both identify particular illnesses and provide patient prognoses, from Hippocrates to the Victorian era.”

There are several images of Urine Flavor wheels that were used to help doctors evaluate their patients’ samples. Who knew? Here’s a link to the article if this branch of science is of interest to you.  Urine Flavor Wheels

Obviously, a person can get sidetracked while searching for specific topic on the web, but that’s part of the fun.

I’m interested in web curation, and I’m  using Pearltrees, Scoop it, and now Snip it to curate. I just learned about Snip it today so, of course, I signed up. I’m trying to see how many different services I can belong to on the web. What I want to do is write a blog post on the IT Training Tips blog about curating the web, and talk about the different services that are out there. So of course I’ve got to sample a bunch of them. I like the Snip it interface better than Scoop it ‘s, but where Scoop it collects articles for you based on your keywords, Snip it does not, so there’s a lot more work to do if you use Snip it. This really is hard work. You can collect all of the articles you want, but in order for them to have any value, you’ve got to read (or at least skim) them and then decide which are worthwhile and which should be excluded from your collection. Then if you want to be a “thought leader,” you have to really understand what you’re reading, and I suppose, form some ideas of your own about it.

I’m discovering new worlds each and every day, and I think I like it.

Now to read Jennifer Egan’s tweet-by-tweet novel, Black Box. I discovered it just today.

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