doctoral candidate in rhetoric and scientific and technical communication
Archive for June, 2002
i’m a blogger, you’re a blogger…
0I found this when doing research on archetypes. We now have archetypes for blogging. Hmmmm…
You are a David Weinberger.
You are smart, savvy, interested in why people do what they do,
enjoy questioning yourself and are not balding.
Take the What Blogging Archetype Are You test at GAZM.org
If you don’t know David Weinberger, click on the picture and it will take you to his blog. He recently did a commentary on NPR about blogging that was interesting. People who don’t blog were telling him that this should be called online journaling or some other names. They commented that “blog” and “blogging” as names were not useful descriptors for what it is that we do.
I blog. You?
And yes, bugsy, I’m looking for Reality TV self-help communities.
Monday June 10, 2002
7I found this when doing research on archetypes. We now have archetypes for blogging. Hmmmm…
You are a David Weinberger.
You are smart, savvy, interested in why people do what they do,
enjoy questioning yourself and are not balding.
Take the What Blogging Archetype Are You test at GAZM.org
If you don’t know David Weinberger, click on the picture and it will take you to his blog. He recently did a commentary on NPR about blogging that was interesting. People who don’t blog were telling him that this should be called online journaling or some other names. They commented that “blog” and “blogging” as names were not useful descriptors for what it is that we do.
I blog. You?
And yes, bugsy, I’m looking for Reality TV self-help communities. :-P
junkie
0Ok, I admit it…I’m a “reality TV” junkie. I am. I can’t get away from them. I’ve watched Survivor since it started. I’ve watched Big Brother, Temptation Island, The Great Race, The Mole, and even The Hamptons.
I don’t know what it is about them but I get caught up in the whole interaction between participants. I like watching how people interact.
Ok…I’ll admit it…I have been watching The Bachelor and Bachelorettes in Alaska, also. I’m drawn to them.
Monday June 10, 2002
3Ok, I admit it…I’m a “reality TV” junkie. I am. I can’t get away from them. I’ve watched Survivor since it started. I’ve watched Big Brother, Temptation Island, The Great Race, The Mole, and even The Hamptons.
I don’t know what it is about them but I get caught up in the whole interaction between participants. I like watching how people interact.
Ok…I’ll admit it…I have been watching The Bachelor and Bachelorettes in Alaska, also. I’m drawn to them.
miscellany
0I get to work early…really early, usually around 5:45 or 6 a.m. I work 10 hour days so I can have 3 day weekends. There aren’t a lot of people who do that at this place but it is available to us and I like the flexible schedule. I get a lot done on my Fridays.
So, I’m sitting here this morning and I can hear the receptionist’s phone ringing. It’s been ringing all morning and I have begun to wonder who would be calling at 6 a.m. and keep calling? It’s obvious that no one is there. Then again, people forget that Arizona isn’t on Daylight Savings and they may think it’s an hour later here than it really is if they’re calling from the east coast or something.
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At this point, most of us have given up hope of precipitation for precipitation’s sake. We’re holding out for the monsoon season to begin in a few weeks. Hopefully this will be a wet season. I’m tired of bloody noses, scaly skin, and the wind kicking up dust that makes my asthma knock me out. I want some rain!!!
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When I lived in London, the thing I missed about Arizona was the sun. The sun shines here so much that you miss it when it’s gone. Even here, in the mountains where it rains and snows, we get over 300 days of sunshine a year. What I’m missing about London, though, is the rainy drizzle that makes everything green. We could use some of that. If Seattle or London could bottle that up, they’d make a lot of money.
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I’m in a weird limbo place right now, I think. I’m concentrating on getting through these next few weeks in school (it’s going to be rough) and yet I feel like a kid who wants her summer vacation. I miss those.
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I recently heard a segment on NPR that interviewed these two women in their 90s who had just gotten their undergraduate degrees. Their main message was that it’s never to late. I was starting to feel old in my classes. I guess at 35, I’m still a youngster.
And they are right…it’s never to late to pursue your dreams.
Monday June 10, 2002
6I get to work early…really early, usually around 5:45 or 6 a.m. I work 10 hour days so I can have 3 day weekends. There aren’t a lot of people who do that at this place but it is available to us and I like the flexible schedule. I get a lot done on my Fridays.
So, I’m sitting here this morning and I can hear the receptionist’s phone ringing. It’s been ringing all morning and I have begun to wonder who would be calling at 6 a.m. and keep calling? It’s obvious that no one is there. Then again, people forget that Arizona isn’t on Daylight Savings and they may think it’s an hour later here than it really is if they’re calling from the east coast or something.
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At this point, most of us have given up hope of precipitation for precipitation’s sake. We’re holding out for the monsoon season to begin in a few weeks. Hopefully this will be a wet season. I’m tired of bloody noses, scaly skin, and the wind kicking up dust that makes my asthma knock me out. I want some rain!!!
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When I lived in London, the thing I missed about Arizona was the sun. The sun shines here so much that you miss it when it’s gone. Even here, in the mountains where it rains and snows, we get over 300 days of sunshine a year. What I’m missing about London, though, is the rainy drizzle that makes everything green. We could use some of that. If Seattle or London could bottle that up, they’d make a lot of money.
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I’m in a weird limbo place right now, I think. I’m concentrating on getting through these next few weeks in school (it’s going to be rough) and yet I feel like a kid who wants her summer vacation. I miss those.
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I recently heard a segment on NPR that interviewed these two women in their 90s who had just gotten their undergraduate degrees. Their main message was that it’s never to late. I was starting to feel old in my classes. I guess at 35, I’m still a youngster. :-)
And they are right…it’s never to late to pursue your dreams.
don’t yawn!
0Today was a day of simple pleasures for me. I enjoyed it in more ways than I can adequately express. I arose at around 6 a.m. (I’m a morning person PLUS I work at 6 a.m. Monday thru Thursday so my body is scheduled for mornings) and went to the local coffee shop where I got myself a vanilla chai and a spinach herb bagel with spinach artichoke cream cheese. *sigh* I love that. Yum.
I took my breakfast over to the laundry-mat where I did a few loads. I love the smell of clean laundry. I don’t know why…I always have. I love the warmth, the softness and the smell.
I left there and drove up the street to a car wash where I splurged and got the Ultimate wash with undercarriage cleaning. Heh…I’m guessing my undercarriage is now clean. Don’t you just love the way your car looks after a carwash? It’s so shiny and…well…clean!
I came home, cleaned my house (which took a few hours) and then took a cool shower (because it was hot) and brushed my teeth with this AMAZING new electric toothbrush that my honey bought for me yesterday. Ok…you wanna know what kind? It’s a Sonicare 4400. It is so COOL. I swear my teeth are whiter after only 2 brushings. It times you and beeps to tell you to switch to a different part of your mouth. I’m tellin’ ya…this is HIGH tech stuff!
I then went to lunch with my mom, sister, and niece. It was a great time. We went to a local pizza joint and watched my niece play with the dough that the waitress brought her. She kept telling us that she was in the pizza business and making us pizzas (she’s three).
I ran some errands and then went shopping for father’s day gifts for my brother and brother-in-law. I love getting them things. It was fun to search around for something they might enjoy.
I came home, made myself a very yummy dinner and now, here I sit, writing to you, dear readers.
I hope your day was just as lovely.
Saturday June 8, 2002
4Today was a day of simple pleasures for me. I enjoyed it in more ways than I can adequately express. I arose at around 6 a.m. (I’m a morning person PLUS I work at 6 a.m. Monday thru Thursday so my body is scheduled for mornings) and went to the local coffee shop where I got myself a vanilla chai and a spinach herb bagle with spinach artichoke cream cheese. *sigh* I love that. Yum.
I took my breakfast over to the laundry-mat where I did a few loads. I love the smell of clean laundry. I don’t know why…I always have. I love the warmth, the softness and the smell.
I left there and drove up the street to a car wash where I splurged and got the Ultimate wash with undercarriage cleaning. Heh…I’m guessing my undercarriage is now clean. Don’t you just love the way your car looks after a carwash? It’s so shiny and…well…clean!
I came home, cleaned my house (which took a few hours) and then took a cool shower (because it was hot) and brushed my teeth with this AMAZING new electric toothbrush that my honey bought for me yesterday. Ok…you wanna know what kind? It’s a Sonicare 4400. It is so COOL. I swear my teeth are whiter after only 2 brushings. It times you and beeps to tell you to switch to a different part of your mouth. I’m tellin’ ya…this is HIGH tech stuff!
I then went to lunch with my mom, sister, and niece. It was a great time. We went to a local pizza joint and watched my niece play with the dough that the waitress brought her. She kept telling us that she was in the pizza business and making us pizzas (she’s three). 
I ran some errands and then went shopping for father’s day gifts for my brother and brother-in-law. I love getting them things. It was fun to search around for something they might enjoy.
I came home, made myself a very yummy dinner and now, here I sit, writing to you, dear readers.
I hope your day was just as lovely. 
“we”
0So, we got knee-deep into feminist philosophies last night. The dichotomies between generations in this area is interesting.
We have some women who are in their 40s and 50s in the class. They remember the struggles from being the stay-at-home moms when that’s all there was to going into the workplace. One woman told us about having to sign a waiver that said if she got pregnant, she would quit her job. It was a requirement if she wanted the job.
I’m in the middle, being in my 30s. While I am a feminist, I think of myself as something *more*. I consider myself a humanist…that every person should be considered on their own merits…not by how much money s/he makes, what race, how old, or what sex s/he is…but how that person reacts and interacts which each person s/he comes in contact with. I don’t care if you’re from Antarctica or the North Pole. If you’re a “good” person, you are ok with me.
Now, when we got to the 20 year old women (there are only 2 men in the class and they rarely speak), it was, again, divergent. Some of these women are married with children and have a very different outlook than those who are not. They tend to be less radical, more thoughtful about how change will affect their children. The single 20 year-olds also diverged. On one hand, we had one young woman who was regaling us with stories about her roommate who took a job at a local restaurant where she was told it was ok to be groped, where she had to “grin & bear it.” She didn’t seem to understand that this kind of atmosphere promoted the notion that the patrons could think it’s ok to do that to anyone and that this is encouraging blatant sexual harassment. She also proceeded to argue that we weren’t giving stay-at-home moms enough credit. I think she missed the point that we were talking about respecting people for those kinds of decisions, as well as “no kids” decisions. It’s the right of the person to choose and not be condemned for that decision.
One of the other 20-somethings is pretty radical. It amused me when she would say “we feminists believe” or “we feminists feel.” Her ideologies are close to mine but not the same. So, when she covered it with that blanket statement, I chuckled a few times. I can say that “my feminism” is probably not “her feminism.” There are some distinct differences that come from having at least 10 years on her and having lived through different situations that would influence me to think along a different path.
What I love, though, is the dialogue. I feel empowered when I leave that class. I have a million thoughts roaming around in my head and I have this feeling of wanting to go to some coffee shop and debate issues with some of these women until the wee hours when we would finally just collapse from exhaustion…encouraged by open thought.
Thursday June 6, 2002
6So, we got knee-deep into feminist philosophies last night. The dichotomies between generations in this area is interesting.
We have some women who are in their 40s and 50s in the class. They remember the struggles from being the stay-at-home moms when that’s all there was to going into the workplace. One woman told us about having to sign a waiver that said if she got pregnant, she would quit her job. It was a requirement if she wanted the job.
I’m in the middle, being in my 30s. While I am a feminist, I think of myself as something *more*. I consider myself a humanist…that every person should be considered on their own merits…not by how much money s/he makes, what race, how old, or what sex s/he is…but how that person reacts and interacts which each person s/he comes in contact with. I don’t care if you’re from Antarctica or the North Pole. If you’re a “good” person, you are ok with me.
Now, when we got to the 20 year old women (there are only 2 men in the class and they rarely speak), it was, again, divergent. Some of these women are married with children and have a very different outlook than those who are not. They tend to be less radical, more thoughtful about how change will affect their children. The single 20 year-olds also diverged. On one hand, we had one young woman who was regaling us with stories about her roommate who took a job at a local restaurant where she was told it was ok to be groped, where she had to “grin & bear it.” She didn’t seem to understand that this kind of atmosphere promoted the notion that the patrons could think it’s ok to do that to anyone and that this is encouraging blatant sexual harassment. She also proceeded to argue that we weren’t giving stay-at-home moms enough credit. I think she missed the point that we were talking about respecting people for those kinds of decisions, as well as “no kids” decisions. It’s the right of the person to choose and not be condemned for that decision.
One of the other 20-somethings is pretty radical. It amused me when she would say “we feminists believe” or “we feminists feel.” Her ideologies are close to mine but not the same. So, when she covered it with that blanket statement, I chuckled a few times. I can say that “my feminism” is probably not “her feminism.” There are some distinct differences that come from having at least 10 years on her and having lived through different situations that would influence me to think along a different path.
What I love, though, is the dialogue. I feel empowered when I leave that class. I have a million thoughts roaming around in my head and I have this feeling of wanting to go to some coffee shop and debate issues with some of these women until the wee hours when we would finally just collapse from exhaustion…encouraged by open thought.