June 2007 Archives
A number of folks mentioned that they weren't able to leave comments. I think I figured out the problem. Adding the string "ttp:" to the blacklist probably isn't going to let much through, eh?
Anyhoo, comments should be back in working order. I hope. Shoot me an email if you're still having a problem.
As seen at TC Metroblogging happy hour last week. To which only Hannah (and her way cool husband, Chad) came. I know it's slow and it's summer and we're all busy and whatnot, but... *sigh*
Apparently the way to catch me on camera with my eyes open is to take the picture when I'm not paying attention.
Today I had a moment of inspiration. An idea for a panel which could well fit at SXSW or some such event. Needs some research and TLC, but it's there. I'm seriously considering taking a couple days of vacation to sit down and flesh out some of these project ideas that keep circling the drain in my head. I know I'm stuck because I'm overwhelmed by what to do next. So I think a little brainstorming session and some specific actionable items would help.
Just the idea of having some mental space to think more about these things excites me.
In other news, we're going to Fringe-For-All tomorrow night. 3-minute previews of 30 Fringe shows, for the low low price of your $3 Fringe button. Squee!
My girl has yet to earn herself a nickname. That's okay, though.
Today marks 12 weeks for us. 12 awesome weeks.
It's kinda like babies. When do you stop counting their age in weeks and go to months? When do you stop counting their age in months and just say that the kid is two?
Lots of thoughts. I'll go right to the important part.
The thought that keeps tumbling in my head is that while I thought I knew what happiness was before (albeit briefly), I was totally wrong. Completely wrong. Dead wrong.
Well, not exactly.
I was happy, in a small, limited way. In a very particular set of circumstances, under very specific conditions, I was happy. If that makes any sense.
This? This is totally different. This is happiness that transcends... I don't even know what. It's just on a totally different level. I'm not happy only when XYZ is happening. I'm not happy most of the time, until ABC happens. I'm just happy. There is no anxiety whatsoever attached to this happiness. This happiness is not conditional.
I don't know how else to describe it.
And it's all so damn easy.
Busy, whatnot. All the action's been on Twitter.
I toyed with the possibility of posting my Twitters here (I refuse to call them "tweets"), but I'm thinking that's probably not a good idea. If you really want my Twitters, you'll sign up for Twitter. And I don't want to duplicate stuff for folks who read both.
On my last night in North Carolina I hung out with Tiffany and Co. She summed the evening up pretty well. Rosco is seriously The Cute. Hopefully they'll decide to come on up to Chicago for BlogHer. Do it do it do it do it.
My Day of Airport getting from Raleigh to Detroit (via Minneapolis and Chicago) went as smoothly as could be expected. Last Saturday night's big birthday bash was a lot of fun and Sunday grilling out with the fam was just as I'd hoped it would be. Finally saw my baby sister's house (two years later). Not bad for 36 hours.
Other than that. Trying to do work at work so I can play at home. Been hanging with my girl, going to basketball games, getting her ready to move into her new house and generally tremendously enjoying her company. So much fun, that one. Life is good.
So I've committed to being more productive at work. Productivity at work = better work/life balance. Cuz I can leave on time. I was hyper-productive for a long stretch, and then we got less busy and I crashed and burned and slacked like a mofo. Don't have that luxury anymore, but that's okay. It's not unmanageable.
As much as I did not miss blogging in my almost-two-week hiatus, the guilt weighs. I know that's not a good reason to be doing it. It's not that I don't want to, exactly. I just have other things I'd rather do more at the moment. Anyway, some modicum of prioritization and efficiency needs to make its way into my blogging life as well.
And the cool thing about my girl is that she totally gets that I have a "blogging life" that needs care and feeding. She will sit next to me with her MacBook and keep me company. If I said that I needed to stay home and blog some evening (not that I would necessarily), she'd be down with that. Good woman.
I'm off to the store for sangria fixins and a container for same. Except that in fucking Draconian Minnesota you can't get both in one place. Ooh, looks like all I need's the wine. I even have the appropriate citrus already in the house.
