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Oh yes, I am the rainmaker of ideas here in my place of employ.
The next big thing is what comes tripping off the end of my tongue.
I’m on the cutting edge.
Watch me work:
Yesterday my Boss Lady (who is the Department Big Boss) was in my office. She stopped by to say hi and happy New Year. She was also lying low for a bit as she can barely walk the halls of this place without being pounced on from all directions.
So as we sat and kibitzed, I dropped my next big idea on her.
Me: “So, I saw this info graphic yesterday. It showed that, like, the majority of the country has a ninety percent chance of freezing temperatures.”
Boss Lady (BL): “Yeah, I know, isn’t that crazy?”
Me: “It is…it is…really crazy. I mean…schools and businesses are closed down because of this crazy weather.”
BL: “Really? Wow, I hadn’t heard that.”
Me: “Yeah, yeah…so don’t you think that we should stand in solidarity with the rest of the country and stay home today?”
Me: “I mean…doing our part as good Americans and all of that.”
BL: “You sit near a window.”
BL: “Look out your window.”
BL: “It’s 65 degrees out there.”
BL: “I can’t really sell a snow day when it’s 65 degrees.”
Me: “I see what the problem is here.”
BL: “What’s that?”
Me: “I need to do a better job of managing my manager.”
The best big ideas are the ones that seem weird at the start. The ideas that are easily pooh-poohed.
The crazy ones.
Sometimes the difference is not in the idea, but how you sell it.
Genius comes in many forms.
I shall continue to make my pitch on this topic as I continue to stand in solidarity with all the poor souls who don’t have to go to work today.
I should be with you. I really should. Here’s hoping my employer can make this right.
Image found here. Check out that page for one school principal’s ritual guaranteed to net you a snow day.
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Today’s post is a bit jumbled and haphazard. It began as a free form brain dump (actually, a free association exercise). Letting the brain off the leash is always very telling. Anywhoozle, come along for the ride on the crazy train.
Well, here it is. Long awaited, much anticipated, heavily planned for. The year of our lord two thousand and fourteen.
What shall I make of this year?
To kick the year off in high style, I started out in the small hours of today with a massive migraine. Oh, and it is a beaut. I had the joy of not one but two auras at the same time. Like a double rainbow. Wooow. What does it mean? (reference)
Only not pretty as much as terrifying.
I wish I could say the headache is from the high spirits and revelry of my New Year’s Eve celebrations, but I am afraid that wouldn’t be correct. No. New Year’s Eve was a quiet affair in my home, just the way I like it.
Earlier today I watched a video of an MRI while an aura happened in the brain. It scares the bejeebers out of me. No really, it did. It was crazy to see what the hell is going on in my brain when that happens. Like an electrical storm, actually.
That seems…not good. You know?
So my 2014 started of not with a bang but with a headache. Is that a sign of things to come? An inauspicious beginning to what, for all intents and purposes, looks to be an incredibly good year.
I have no idea. I just know right now, today, my fingers seems not to go *quite* where I want them to go. My eyes are a little sore. My neck hurts. My head hurts. And I am just…off.
Back to the start. Here we are at the beginning. Day one. 365 days lay ahead full of promise and ideas and art and creation and joy and angst and agony and defeat and joy again and more promise.
Sometimes when something starts off inauspicious, it actually bodes well. Early inauspicious is sometimes actually auspicious. Perhaps it feels better to succeed when you have had to scale a mountain at the start. Troubles to solve early on.
I don’t know, I’m working on a theory here. I have nothing to back it up. No science or data. Simply a gut feeling.
But guts and grue and sudden thoughts that enter my head are the most reliable compass I have these days. Oh certainly, the best guides I have found.
Scientists would laugh at me for these ideas, but they are true and they are worthy and they are mine.
My words are my own and my ideas, as far-fetched as they may seem, and my personality are mine, mine, mine. Not to be taken away and never to be impinged upon, even when I am wrong, so wrong, utterly and completely WRONGOLONGY.
Wrongolongy. What a great word. I just made it up. It also belongs to me.
Wrongolongy. Copyright © Me, 2014, all rights reserved.
Heh. It’s day one and I’ve already dropped my copyright on something. I’m on a roll.
Oh sheet. I just googled it and someone else seems to have used that word before me.
(edit: Just looked, it turns out that someone used wrongology but not wrongolongy. That N means my © is intact! Yes, yes, yes!! In your face Google. **sashay, shante**)
So I claim my copyright anyway, on these pages. Any reproductions or representations cannot be made without the express written consent of the Office of the Commissioner of the Karen.
Ay god, is this really how I am starting my 2014? By lawyering?
That’s perhaps more inauspicious than a migraine.
Ok. Let’s start again.
Happy First Day of 2014. May every one of the 365 that lie ahead be useful, cheery, meaningful and worth every moment of your time.
Image found here.
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Hello to the last day of 2012. Yes, today is the last dance. It should be a waltz, I think. A symphony of memories in three quarter time.
The past 365 days have been one hell of a ride. As the old saw goes, you tend to remember the bad things and forget the good. Uncharacteristically for me, when I look back on 2012 all I can remember is the good.
I worked my tail off this year, but I also got to make my first, second and third international journeys. I have emerged from those experiences a changed person. Changed for the better, to be sure.
I suffered the worst bout of writer’s block I have ever known. I’m still not quite over it, but through this block I learned to appreciate the art and craft of writing so much more. Suddenly I have to work a lot harder for every word I put on the page which makes me love every word that much more.
And after year’s worth of rejection letters for my stories and essays (well over 100 emails or paper letters saying “no”) I was finally rewarded by having an essay published. I didn’t think my essay full of hard words would find a home, but it turns out the editor of literary magazine Wild Violet saw something in it that worked for her and her editorial schedule. Boom, I was in.
I have much gratitude to editor Alyce Wilson for publishing my words. It is a beautiful feeling of satisfaction and it makes me want to work that much harder so I can have this feeling again. My next round of submissions went out just last week. May my words take flight in 2013.
The Good Man and I celebrated four years together and I love him more today than I ever have. In these four years I have learned a lot from him and have laughed a lot with him and have felt very safe and loved. That, my friends, is magic.
Standing on the precipice of 2013 there are some big changes coming up right away. Good changes. Happy changes. I’m scared spitless but isn’t that the best way to head into the New Year? Scared and happy and full of enough courage to dive in and not fade away.
I stand tall even if my knees are shaking, just a little.
And so are you by me? Beside me, to guide me, to hold me, to scold me, ’cause when I’m bad I’m so, so bad.
Let’s dance this last dance. The last dance, tonight.
It’s Please Recycle day! I think that should be a government holiday. Oh wait…..
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Turns out world traveling makes me homesick more than ever for my homestate.
When I can’t pay my Fair New Mexico a visit in person, I have to go there in my mind.
A good book helps on that transcendental journey.
Time for a re-blog. This was first published May 16,2007.
I’m a fan of books, always have been. I have to say that The Flamenco Academy (chronicled here a few days back) has really fired me up lately. I haven’t read a book in a long while that made me feel like there is hope for popular fiction. And that a book set in New Mexico was so well done makes me double happy.
So I know this has been covered plenty of places elsewhere, but here’s my top five list of the best works of New Mexico fiction. These are the books that, in my opinion, make me proud to be a New Mexican.
Without further ado (in no particular order):
1) Red Sky at Morning by Richard Bradford
This is a quintessential read for anyone living in New Mexico. It ranks not just as one of my fave NM books, but one of my fave books of all time. The main character, Josh is brought from Alabama to New Mexico by his parents and is introduced to the clannish people of Northern New Mexico, including the bully Chango. The scene where he and his buddy get liquored up remains a classic. I almost always quote from it when I, myself, tie one on. A classic, truly. And an easy choice for the list.
2) Bless me Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya
One of those books that gave me a wry smile as I read it. One of those where you nod as you read, thinking “yeah, that’s familiar”. Anaya is a beautiful writer and it is an honor to be a fellow New Mexican with a man of his caliber. This coming of age story is a nice contrast of old vs new, how Hispanic culture rolls into American culture in a way that is beautifully unique to New Mexico. It’s lyrical in the storytelling and a must read.
3) The Milagro Beanfield War by John Nichols
Yeah. This had to be here. You know it did. When I’m homesick I put on the movie to see the land as much as anything. It’s a salve for my soul, always. The book was a little tough for me to get through, but worth the effort. It really captures the feeling of that time in New Mexico in the 1970’s. It also captures a little bit of that magic that can only be found on My Fair home state. Milagro Beanfield War always takes me right back home, effortlessly.
4) Cavern by Jake Page
A thriller about a group of spelunkers who explore a hidden cavern and discover a near extinct species of bear…who is none to happy to be bothered. Not a particularly great novel by most standards, but it does speak to a bunch of interesting things including a fairly detailed explanation about how the caverns, including Carlsbad Caverns, were formed. Both my parents worked for a while at the WIPP site, so this book also showed the ongoing battle of all the government agencies involved out there. DOE, Environmental groups, BLM and private interests do war daily and there is some discussion of WIPP in the book and how it may affect things in that geographic area.
My mom turned me on to this book and laughed at how true to life some parts of the book were portrayed. Working at WIPP left her a bit…scarred…so it was good for her to see it in print. Validating, you know? For me, it was a fascinating read and name checked a lot of places I know from living in Carlsbad, including some truly dive bars (including the one frequented by miners, ranchers, roughnecks and college kids. They stopped serving beer in bottles because there had been too many fights. But on a good night, the dancing was unbeatable).
5) Anything for Billy by Larry McMurtry
Ok, not technically a New Mexico book but about a New Mexico legend (Feh to the Texas town that claims ownership. FEH! I say!) and certainly New Mexico figures into the story. I am a massive fan of McMurtry and this is my favorite of all his books. He portrays Billy as a young, impulsive, spoiled, petulant brat. It’s fabulous. To me it was a fresh look at an old legend and to do that takes a talent that Mr. McMurtry has in spades.
You’ll note my list is strangely devoid of Hillerman books. I’m actually not a fan. My mom is an avid reader of his stuff. I am not. : shrug : I’ve got no issues with Hillerman, it’s just not my taste.
Lois Duncan is another author I’m proud to know is New Mexican. As a kid I avidly read all her stuff. Loved her writing and always got geeked out when we saw her at the Coronado Club at Kirtland Airforce Base. My mom would point her out to me. Her husband worked at Sandia Labs like my dad so she’d wait there (like we did) for her husband to get off work. Those were fun sunny summer days as a family. I tend to associate Duncan with that time in my life.
I know there are probably a bunch of good choices I’m missing, but for now, that’s my list. I reserve the right to add, delete and change the list as we go.
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But you can’t stay here.
Another year over. A new one just begun.
As much as I love to decorate for the holidays, it really is depressing taking it all down.
Feliz Año Nuevo
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Dilbert comic strip by Scott Adams.
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Sometimes I wonder how I manage to still be living in California.
Sometimes I wonder how I could ever live anywhere else.
Happy sunny New Years Eve from the coast at Half Moon Bay.
“Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.” – Mary Schmich
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Last year, in the holiday season, I saw a Christmas tree that was decorated with white origami cranes. It was so simple and beautiful, and was located, of all places, in my local Ace Hardware store.
The idea stuck with me, and so this year, I decided to do something similar.
I bought real Japanese imported origami paper and I chose to decorate our holiday tree with origami cranes this year.
In the tradition, cranes are said to be a special gift or a very auspicious thing. So heck, The Good Man and I could use a little auspiciousness (<-- not a word) in the new year.
So I folded and folded and soon, I had a pile of 100 cranes I then placed on the tree. We’d intended to add more decorations, but found that the colorful cranes were simple and elegant and more than enough to make our Christmas tree really beautiful.
They are quite pretty and a nice alternative to the regular ornaments.
When I look at my tree, it just all feels very auspicious and good luckish (<--also not a word) and makes me happy.
But I have a question. What is the impact on the auspicious meter when The Feline callously rips a crane from a low branch, bats it around (playing a game of cat and mouse), then leaves the crane for dead on the train tracks that encircle the tree?
That can’t be good.
Rather inauspicious (<- actually a word!)
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Well 2009, here we are.
It’s been fun, you know. Well, sometimes, anyway.
I mean, you’ve provided some laughs and all.
Remember that time we celebrated my wedding anniversary?
How about all the tweets we shared?
The endless blog posts?
Remember that vacation where we laughed in the summer sun?
Yeah…those were special times. Really, I’ll always hold those memories deep in my heart.
It’s not working out.
You see, despite all the fun, you’ve ravaged my wallet.
In this year, you made me have to *gasp* cut coupons, lower my thermostat and NOT buy this ever so delicious navy blue leather bag with a cute little strap and matte finished hardware and the most adorable zipper front pockety thing.
I haaaate not buying a delicious handbag with a really cute pockety thing!
But I didn’t buy it. I walked away.
And I’m still sad about that.
I’ll always remember that stuff too, 2009.
How you made gas prices stupidly expensive. How you let all those celebrities die. How you let Tiger cheat on Elin.
You have a dark side, 2009. I see it now. I see it so clearly.
I’ve been fooling myself all along
I think it is best if we part ways.
Really, stop trying to cling to my leg.
Fine. You want me to say it?
I’ll say it.
But when I say it, it’s really over.
Ok. Here we go. I’m saying it.
It’s not you, it’s me.
Now get out of here. We’re through!
Have I met somebody new? Well…maybe.
2010 has been coming up in conversation a lot lately.
Maybe 2010 will treat me the way I deserve to be treated.
Let my retirement recover some of its value and help me possibly find another cute little leather bag to assuage my grief.
Until then…to you, 2009, I can only say….
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The times, they certainly are a’changing.
One place this is perfectly evident is in the world of newspapers and reporting.
A number of key dailies have either gone out of business or gone to internet only publication to cut printing costs. As these papers scale back, they must also downsize their staff.
Just last week, I was referring to something that Gene Grant had written about in his column (published in the Albuquerque Journal). I’d said that I had always liked Gene’s work, whether or not I always agreed with him.
I find him to be both eloquent and articulate. Something lacking in so many of today’s so-called journalists.
Said Gene: “A small story in the historic and difficult choices newspaper owners and editors are facing. It’s tough out there.”
Gene and his opinion column have fallen victim to the world of the internet and the ever present blog-ready online world.
I love my blog and the forum to be able to openly express my opinions on a variety of topics, but I realize that the blogosphere has taken down talented journalists like Gene.
And I have conflicted feelings on that subject.
On the one hand, I lament the lack of real journalism with integrity and reporting “just the facts.” This is, I know, an antiquated notion. Opinion has made its way into the media, as each paper has its own axe to grind. My own local rag, the San Francisco Chronicle, is one of the worst.
So although I wish for strong, precise journalism, it just doesn’t exist anymore.
Then again, on the other hand, I think the rise of blogging is a good thing. No longer am I subjected to only the forced opinions of my local paper or other media outlets. I can seek out a variety of dissenting opinions, take them all in, and then make up my own mind. Knowledge is power.
I wonder if blogging wouldn’t be quite the force it is if our journalistic outlets gave us the unbiased news we desire? Or perhaps it would be popular, but in a different way.
So while I’m sad to see the demise of newspapers and the downsizing of talented writers like Gene Grant, I think it was inevitable.
The newspaper world is a stodgy old industry and it’s high time for that old dog to learn some new tricks.
Change or die is the motto these days. Newspapers aren’t immune.
Something tells me 2009 is going to be a wild ride.
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2009 has been designated as the:
International Year of Reconciliation.
Year of the Ox (by the Chinese calendar)
And, to quote my friend over at Rancho de Perro:
Please, dear MMIX, try not to suck.