Has anybody figured out the cubicle? It's such a shoddy semblance of privacy-I fail to see the point in the fuzzy grey 3/4 walls. Does management think if we're out of each other's sight our minds are more focused on spreadsheets and evaluations? I can hear the softest noise from my podmates...surely nobody's fooled? I don't mind sneezing, chewing, typing - in fact, I love the women I share this false sense of privacy with and all of their sounds. It's comforting each morning to hear that voice come through the temporary wall, wishing me good morning. It's nice to have five voices simultaneously chime "bless you" when I sneeze. I just wonder why the effort of walls that do nothing - I'd rather see my podmates' faces than grey fuzzy walls. I'd rather have deskmates than podmates.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Cubes, pods, grey boxes
Has anybody figured out the cubicle? It's such a shoddy semblance of privacy-I fail to see the point in the fuzzy grey 3/4 walls. Does management think if we're out of each other's sight our minds are more focused on spreadsheets and evaluations? I can hear the softest noise from my podmates...surely nobody's fooled? I don't mind sneezing, chewing, typing - in fact, I love the women I share this false sense of privacy with and all of their sounds. It's comforting each morning to hear that voice come through the temporary wall, wishing me good morning. It's nice to have five voices simultaneously chime "bless you" when I sneeze. I just wonder why the effort of walls that do nothing - I'd rather see my podmates' faces than grey fuzzy walls. I'd rather have deskmates than podmates.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Ignite
Have you heard of Ignite Portland? I just read thearticle about it on the cover of the Oregonian's Living section. This looks awesome and I'm in!
You get 5 minutes to present on a topic and make it interesting. Here are some of the topics copied from their agenda:
You get 5 minutes to present on a topic and make it interesting. Here are some of the topics copied from their agenda:
- Where Does Imagination Go? - Chet Fiedler
- That’s Entertainment: Politics as Theater in Campaign ‘08 - Jon Perr
- Open Source Rockets - Sarah Sharp
- Time for Portland to Take Its Place - Chris Logan
- Wouldn’t You Like To Be a Pepper (Expert) Too? - Kelly Guimont
- Beauty in Abandonment - Peat Bakke
- How to be an Undercover Hooker - Jessica Bruder
Friday, January 25, 2008
shreddin'
I used to listen to Josh and Brandon talk about shredding, powder, runs, groomed trails,
lifts…my eyes slightly glazed over because skiing and snowy mountain sides had no place in my reality. My winters involved reading and knitting, Beethoven and Mozart – activities of the 
house-wifely nature that kept me within the warm confines of whichever home we were in at the time. How many winter homes now, Josh? 7? So I don’t know quite what prompted me to fork over $70 one weekend in order to leave my warm hearth and learn the intricate workings of snow-board bindings, boot lacing, fogged-up, bug-eyed Fly Girl goggles, and…falling on my ass. Over and over did I fall. Did the next day find me nursing a bruised backside and sprained wrists with a cup of cocoa and a copy of US Weekly? Historical data of Nicora’s winter-time habits would have the betting man placing his chips on Hell Yes! But no, back up in the snow was I, forking over yet more money. Lacing, strapping, swaying in the frigid wind on the lift. Any amount of money and pain, anything to bring back the exhilarating rush of cold, pure, winter wonder on my face during the minutia of time between falls.
lifts…my eyes slightly glazed over because skiing and snowy mountain sides had no place in my reality. My winters involved reading and knitting, Beethoven and Mozart – activities of the 
house-wifely nature that kept me within the warm confines of whichever home we were in at the time. How many winter homes now, Josh? 7? So I don’t know quite what prompted me to fork over $70 one weekend in order to leave my warm hearth and learn the intricate workings of snow-board bindings, boot lacing, fogged-up, bug-eyed Fly Girl goggles, and…falling on my ass. Over and over did I fall. Did the next day find me nursing a bruised backside and sprained wrists with a cup of cocoa and a copy of US Weekly? Historical data of Nicora’s winter-time habits would have the betting man placing his chips on Hell Yes! But no, back up in the snow was I, forking over yet more money. Lacing, strapping, swaying in the frigid wind on the lift. Any amount of money and pain, anything to bring back the exhilarating rush of cold, pure, winter wonder on my face during the minutia of time between falls.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Hi
Is this an evolution from Myspace? Probably not. But we wanted to build our own blog. The couple that blogs together stays together right?
Anyways this is just something we wanted to put together, together of course, keeping in touch and possibly enjoying some great conversation with our friends, family and anyone else out there stumbling on this.
Rule #1 You do not talk about the Olive Gardner
Rule #2 You do not talk about the Olive Gardner
or maybe it's something more like think about this as a conversation you can have in which you don't have to be annoyed with being interrupted from someone who obviously isn't listening but just waiting for their turn to talk.
Anyways this is just something we wanted to put together, together of course, keeping in touch and possibly enjoying some great conversation with our friends, family and anyone else out there stumbling on this.
Rule #1 You do not talk about the Olive Gardner
Rule #2 You do not talk about the Olive Gardner
or maybe it's something more like think about this as a conversation you can have in which you don't have to be annoyed with being interrupted from someone who obviously isn't listening but just waiting for their turn to talk.
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