I’m not really over Twitter, but I am certainly on board with Tumblr. I’ve searched far and wide for a platform that allowed me to post creatively without having to ask people to actively follow my blog. Blogging is difficult enough, if you’re trying to get anyone’s attention, and sometimes all I want is a place to post something I’m interested in.
What’s actually great about Tumblr is that it is a social experiment. The default version of it doesn’t come with a comment option- only “like” and “reblog”. If you only like it, then you show the owner of the original post that you like it, but you don’t really share that with anyone else. If you actually love something, you have to reblog it and perhaps add your own spin to it. When you reblog, you run the risk of showing people something you don’t necessarily like, but find worth talking about. In my own case, I find I’ve refrained from making nasty, mean-hearted comments about someone else’s post, and instead, just skimmed over it. Taking action on it means posting it on my own blog in some form or another, which I obviously wouldn’t want to do. Tumblr has a tempering effect, while at the same time, it spreads only (hopefully) love.
Last week in Los Angeles I participated in a live Q&A as part of an ASCAP expo on songwriting. When the topic of Twitter came up, I explained my waning interest in it being part of my daily life. By no means do I think it’s over as a medium altogether, but I do think that the days of “Twitter: The…
I started a practice in NYC on September 24, 2007:
patients would visit my website
see my Google calendar
choose a time and input their symptoms
my iphone would alert me
I would make a house call
they’d pay me via paypal
we’d follow up by email, IM, or videochat
I don’t drink coffee. I constantly wish I could get past the bitterness, because I love the smell and I love the lifestyle that seems to come with it. And then I read excerpts like this from the fantastic Project Gutenberg Project, and I want to go straight out and buy a cup.
Good coffee, carefully roasted and properly brewed, produces a natural beverage that, for tonic effect, can not be surpassed, even by its rivals, tea and cocoa. Here is a drink that ninety-seven percent of individuals find harmless and wholesome, and without which life would be drab indeed—a pure, safe, and helpful stimulant compounded in nature’s own laboratory, and one of the chief joys of life!
- William H. Ukers, All About Coffee (1922) [full text]
It feels weird to admit I’m this materialistic, but I think there’s more to it than just having something I want. Photography has been a passion of mine since I got my first camera (a film Canon with the ability to shoot panoramic/widescreen photos). I got a digital camera of my own when I was 18 years old. They were still new then, and that was only six years ago. It an Olympus u10D and it had 3.2 megapixels, and I didn’t know anything about pictures, other than I loved them. It was capable of this, and so was I:
All cameras come to pass. It lasted for so long that I was able to wait 3 years before I got another one: a Panasonic Lumix DMC-FX01, with a full 8 megapixels of beauty. When that one died on the plane to China, I got the same model, except with 2 more megapixels of power. What I love about the Panasonic line I’ve been using is the fact that they use Leica lenses- which are, or were, rare in compact digital cameras. I don’t know about that anymore. I took these with my Panasonics:
So when I don’t have a camera, I feel like I’m suffering. I lost it in New York. As it is, I feel like I don’t have anything in my life I’m excited for. I’m happy in my long-term situation; I love my family and my friends. But two of my close friends are off to Europe for a month and a half coming up. I have no prospects for a job (or at that, one I’ll love). I am completely burnt out on my major and my school work, and to top it all off, I just want to teach this topic- if I have to do something with this topic (government).
One of the few things I’ve been praised for lately was a set of photos I took for my friend for graduation (she’s graduating, I’m not, sucks for me). Here’s one of the best:
But I took it with her camera. Not mine. We spent an awesome weekend in Albuquerque, out in the sun and fresh air- but I couldn’t do what I love to do, and that meant documenting it. There’s a story here but I’m avoiding it. The point is that I feel like now, more than ever, I know this is something I love. I want to get better at it. I want to make money with it- or at least impress my friends. I need a camera, and I need it now. And it hurts to have been denied the ability to photograph my weekend- and I feel like I’m not the only one to blame for this.
I’m not feeling sorry for myself. I’m recognizing where I have a talent and I want to pursue it. But it’s way too expensive- so how do I get money for this? Wedding season is here, and that will make life expensive to begin with. But my regular paychecks are ending soon, we’re moving into a new place, and I don’t know what I’m going to do without an outlet I feel I can excel in. During a time in my life in which I feel unaccomplished, useless, and uninspired, this is one place I could have an outlet- but that’s gone now.
Joe (my husband, for those of you who don’t know) found a deal on cheap steak last night at our local market, where deals aren’t based on the low quality of whatever the latest import. It is genuinely good. I had mentioned wanting to cook with wine before he went and found the cheap steak, so he had a flash of brilliance, and this is what came out. Next to grilling a heavily salted and peppered steak on a grill, this is the next best thing. Wait- I never thought I’d think there was something better than the grill for steak- but this rivals it, if not tops it!
Petit Sirloin (we also did top sirloin tonight, but noticed little difference- I think as long as it’s not chuck steak chunks, you’re golden)
Salt (We prefer kosher salt- you’ll really get those juices going)
Salted butter (we used organic, but there’s probably little difference)
Red wine (we used Spanish both times, but I’m sure most reds will do)
Beginning with raw steak, salt and pepper both sides to taste- as much as you can handle! Be thorough!
Meanwhile, heat 2-3 tablespoons salted butter in saucepan on high heat until it starts to brown/bubble.
While on high heat, put steak in saucepan- it should immediately sizzle! Open windows and doors if you have sensitive smoke detectors.
Wait 2 minutes (still on high heat). Flip steak to the other side. Wait 2 minutes again, on high heat.
As simultaneously as possible: Pour 1/2 cup of red wine in, turn heat down to medium, flip steak again, and allow to simmer for 3 to 4 minutes.
Flip steak once more, and allow to simmer for 3-4 more minutes, depending on the thickness of the steak.
Remove steak and pour remaining sauce onto steak! This is the best part (if you ask me).
The violin in this just SINGS, in such a way that I feel like it needs words. Yeah, the song has lyrics and such, but the fiddle is so powerful in this that it’s basically a second melody happening concurrently.
The following is the report I wrote up for both our usual Model UN Faculty Advisor as well as our Interim Advisor. It focuses only on the conference, and not really at all on the FUN part of New York beforehand. Anyway, read on!
Having been in New York City for four days already, most of us were ready to get the conference started when we met on Monday night. We had a refresher session on how the team was expected to behave during formal conference time- inside and outside caucusing. Students were told that only their best behavior was expected, in or around the hotel. Because some of our team members had not previously displayed some of the qualities I was expecting of them, I made sure to drive the point home, and they all seemed to understand. Our veterans were also eager to speak up and give advice to newbies, as they had been all year, but this was the first time I saw the newbies really tuning in. We had a last minute “Make a Motion” round, in which we made sure everyone remembered the proper way to give a motion.
“The only female ruler in Islamic northern Nigeria is Queen Hajiya Haidzatu Ahmed of the kingdom Kumbwada, where a curse supposedly strikes dead any man seeking the throne. ‘It’s a women’s affair,’ says the queen. ‘Women are the rulers and they rule as effectively as men, sometimes even better than men.’”