I'm kindof tired of traveling, but the fantastic bed at the JW Marriott at least looks inviting. Now if only I could get used to sleeping without the husband and all of the animals.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
On the road again
Spending a few days in DC for more meetings (this morning's event on Web 2.0 in Government was really interesting, so maybe more on that later).
I'm kindof tired of traveling, but the fantastic bed at the JW Marriott at least looks inviting. Now if only I could get used to sleeping without the husband and all of the animals.
I'm kindof tired of traveling, but the fantastic bed at the JW Marriott at least looks inviting. Now if only I could get used to sleeping without the husband and all of the animals.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Young Love
As I've previously mentioned, I've been big time into Young Adult books lately. I'm now re-reading Stephenie Meyer's new one, The Host. A really great read, although this one took me a little longer to get into then the Twilight series. The back cover compares her to Isaac Asimov, and I have to say it's not a bad comparison. I love Asimov - the Ender series is particularly incredible - and mid-way through the 2nd reading, I agree that Meyers has managed to create a completely believable sci-fi story that captures a lot of the same emotion that Asimov has when he's at his best. The Host is a fantastic read and I immediately started it again after finishing cause I was so stressed out by the plot line the first time (agonizing about these characters I really came to love, much like with Twilight) that I knew I'd be able to enjoy it more on the 2nd reading.
That said, I think I'm going to take a break from YA after this one, or at least choose something that doesn't center on a love story. It has been a long time since I experienced teenage love. Even though I was on the older side (19) and probably smarter about it than most (I have always been nothing if not responsible) it was still pretty consuming - my emotions turning on a dime, thinking about him constantly, obsessing over every single moment. I married that guy, and I think we've transitioned quite nicely into a sustainable, mostly wonderful grown-up version. I would still walk through fire to be with him, but I don't anticipate needing to do so any time soon. But the teenage love stories are starting to muddle my brain a bit, and I sometimes find myself feeling wistful. Today, at the airport, all I got was a sideways hug while he was still belted in, a quick kiss, and then I got my own bag out of the car. Perfectly acceptable since I'm only gone for 3 days and I travel pretty frequently on business, but for a minute I was kindof pissed. Where was the declaration that he would die without me? The sweeping me up in a passionate kiss like I was the last woman on the face of the earth? Never mind that either would have made me extremely uncomfortable cause I'm not really that kind of girl, it still took me about 20 minutes to shake the feeling that I was missing something.
I'll probably pick up a new book while I'm here - maybe a nice presidential biography, or something about food. Anyone have any good books to cleanse my palette?
That said, I think I'm going to take a break from YA after this one, or at least choose something that doesn't center on a love story. It has been a long time since I experienced teenage love. Even though I was on the older side (19) and probably smarter about it than most (I have always been nothing if not responsible) it was still pretty consuming - my emotions turning on a dime, thinking about him constantly, obsessing over every single moment. I married that guy, and I think we've transitioned quite nicely into a sustainable, mostly wonderful grown-up version. I would still walk through fire to be with him, but I don't anticipate needing to do so any time soon. But the teenage love stories are starting to muddle my brain a bit, and I sometimes find myself feeling wistful. Today, at the airport, all I got was a sideways hug while he was still belted in, a quick kiss, and then I got my own bag out of the car. Perfectly acceptable since I'm only gone for 3 days and I travel pretty frequently on business, but for a minute I was kindof pissed. Where was the declaration that he would die without me? The sweeping me up in a passionate kiss like I was the last woman on the face of the earth? Never mind that either would have made me extremely uncomfortable cause I'm not really that kind of girl, it still took me about 20 minutes to shake the feeling that I was missing something.
I'll probably pick up a new book while I'm here - maybe a nice presidential biography, or something about food. Anyone have any good books to cleanse my palette?
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Weekend in Arkansas
Finished up on Friday in Chicago, completing 3 days of training on the new ECM my company is switching to. I'm excited about the move as it will provide lots of new tools and functions, but I am sometimes dismayed by how long it takes to move things forward at a company of this size. The process started 2 years ago and is in the final stretch, but I likely won't be able to sit down and start using on a daily basis until JANUARY, at the earliest. Certainly adds another layer to working in the Public Sector. If it takes this long and we have the money and only a board to answer to, how on earth does anything ever get done with minimal funding and competing political interests? I left the city still loving Chicago and wishing it weren't quite so cold, as it's one of very few cities I'd seriously consider living in otherwise. John could perhaps even be convinced since it's home to his latest crush.
After the meeting I caught an afternoon flight to Little Rock - the plane was only slightly larger than a tin can, but it miraculously left and arrived on time. I usually make my own travel arrangements, but it was lovely to be picked up at the airport and it continues to surprise me that I'm literally delighted to see John almost every time I see him, especially even after short times apart. Next we drove the hour or so to Bald Knob, the last 15 minutes down a lonely stretch of road that ends in 3 miles of gravel leading to the houses at Cole Corner (named since John's Aunt and Uncle live on one corner of the road, his cousin and her husband now occupy what used to be the Grandmother's house on the other). I was cranky by this point, but the fire flies were miraculous. More than I have ever seen, and so vivid in the darkness.
The weekend was, as usual, mostly about food. We ate, cleaned up, then started preparing for the next meal. Other than that, I got some reading in - Stephanie Meyer's new book The Host, which is good so far but I'm not SUPER into it like I have been with her others - chatted with the in-laws, and helped keep the children occupied. The children - 6 in all, ranging from ages 12 to 6 months - are a handful, to say the least. Every day I feel like I am a little more conflicted about the decision to have my own, and spending so much time around the kids didn't really do anything to sway me one way or the other. Yes, children are an amazing amount of work, frustrating and needy and such alien creatures. But I see the way they give structure and meaning to the most mundane tasks - the simple act of being present and "there" for them is amazingly powerful. I spent some time with the oldest daughter - an awkward child who is a bit overweight and too smart for her own good (yep, I can relate) - just being goofy and teaching her some yoga poses. She was thrilled, and I was thrilled to watch her.
Everyone is being very respectful about our decision (not) to breed, but I am certainly feeling more pressure lately. Watching John's mom with her sister's grandchildren was difficult, as is knowing that I am the only one (with John's participation) who can do anything to change her status from mother to grandmother. And don't get me started on my own mom and the joy that babies would bring to her lonely life. It's such a major decision - perhaps the biggest of my life - and it's so hard to know what the "right" answer is. For now, both my heart and head agree that now is not the right time, but I am starting to feel that there are bigger forces at work that I've only begun to explore. I'm reminded of the Matrix for some reason - I'm certain this is one of those decisions where you should just know the right answer "balls to bones" as the Oracle would say. Guess I'll just have to wait this out and have faith that at some point the answer will come (hopefully with a super big blinking sign), but, damn, I hate waiting.
After the meeting I caught an afternoon flight to Little Rock - the plane was only slightly larger than a tin can, but it miraculously left and arrived on time. I usually make my own travel arrangements, but it was lovely to be picked up at the airport and it continues to surprise me that I'm literally delighted to see John almost every time I see him, especially even after short times apart. Next we drove the hour or so to Bald Knob, the last 15 minutes down a lonely stretch of road that ends in 3 miles of gravel leading to the houses at Cole Corner (named since John's Aunt and Uncle live on one corner of the road, his cousin and her husband now occupy what used to be the Grandmother's house on the other). I was cranky by this point, but the fire flies were miraculous. More than I have ever seen, and so vivid in the darkness.
The weekend was, as usual, mostly about food. We ate, cleaned up, then started preparing for the next meal. Other than that, I got some reading in - Stephanie Meyer's new book The Host, which is good so far but I'm not SUPER into it like I have been with her others - chatted with the in-laws, and helped keep the children occupied. The children - 6 in all, ranging from ages 12 to 6 months - are a handful, to say the least. Every day I feel like I am a little more conflicted about the decision to have my own, and spending so much time around the kids didn't really do anything to sway me one way or the other. Yes, children are an amazing amount of work, frustrating and needy and such alien creatures. But I see the way they give structure and meaning to the most mundane tasks - the simple act of being present and "there" for them is amazingly powerful. I spent some time with the oldest daughter - an awkward child who is a bit overweight and too smart for her own good (yep, I can relate) - just being goofy and teaching her some yoga poses. She was thrilled, and I was thrilled to watch her.
Everyone is being very respectful about our decision (not) to breed, but I am certainly feeling more pressure lately. Watching John's mom with her sister's grandchildren was difficult, as is knowing that I am the only one (with John's participation) who can do anything to change her status from mother to grandmother. And don't get me started on my own mom and the joy that babies would bring to her lonely life. It's such a major decision - perhaps the biggest of my life - and it's so hard to know what the "right" answer is. For now, both my heart and head agree that now is not the right time, but I am starting to feel that there are bigger forces at work that I've only begun to explore. I'm reminded of the Matrix for some reason - I'm certain this is one of those decisions where you should just know the right answer "balls to bones" as the Oracle would say. Guess I'll just have to wait this out and have faith that at some point the answer will come (hopefully with a super big blinking sign), but, damn, I hate waiting.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I.L.L.I.N.O.I.S.
Still in Chicago, which really is windy, and also quite cold (48 today!). In general I'm having a nice time, though. The training course (on the new ECM we'll be required to use for site management starting this summer) is vaguely interesting and my company always does things in style.
The highlights so far include:
- Dinner and murder mystery theater in the Signature Room in the Hancock Building
- Deep dish pizza at Giordano's
- Arriving to O'Hare on time and timing the El perfectly so I didn't even have to wait for a train
- Shopping at Filene's Basement and Nordstrom Rack - I didn't buy anything, but had fun trying on dresses
- a quick stop at The Chicago Public Library
Another day of training and then I'm off to Arkansas for Memorial Day weekend.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Yay, YA!
I just finished another great book today, Rick Riordan's Battle of the Labyrinth, the 4th in his Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. It's a big "younger" than most of the stuff I've been reading, but great characters and a fast paced story had me gobbling up every word.
I've been making fast work of YA novels lately, so Cory Doctorow's list of YA authors he likes comes just in time. Plus, I need to check out his new book, too.
I've been making fast work of YA novels lately, so Cory Doctorow's list of YA authors he likes comes just in time. Plus, I need to check out his new book, too.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Where I've been
Yeah, so I've been away for awhile. Nothing much exciting happened, I've just been feeling too [insert adjective here] to give this any time.
Let's see, since I've written last, I have mostly been working (I just got a really good performance review today, hooray!), reading a lot of books, vaguely trying to get back into shape, and feeling kindof out of it and cranky for no good reason.
Mostly I've been reading and re-reading all the Stephanie Meyer Twilight series, plus I just finished the fantastic City of Bones (the start of yet another vampire trilogy I'll no doubt be salivating over for years to come.) There's probably some psychological flaw a brewing here (fear of growing older, a yen for transformational change, general ennui as the years pass and seem increasingly like the ones before, desire for a super hot immortal 19 year old to sweep me off my feet...), but I also still stand by earlier assumptions that young adult literature is just where it's at these days.
Oh, and Topher, Clee, John and I had some good wholesome fun (and picked up a 3rd place prize) at the Speedracer road rally last weekend. Thanks, Tim - you rock, as always.
Let's see, since I've written last, I have mostly been working (I just got a really good performance review today, hooray!), reading a lot of books, vaguely trying to get back into shape, and feeling kindof out of it and cranky for no good reason.
Mostly I've been reading and re-reading all the Stephanie Meyer Twilight series, plus I just finished the fantastic City of Bones (the start of yet another vampire trilogy I'll no doubt be salivating over for years to come.) There's probably some psychological flaw a brewing here (fear of growing older, a yen for transformational change, general ennui as the years pass and seem increasingly like the ones before, desire for a super hot immortal 19 year old to sweep me off my feet...), but I also still stand by earlier assumptions that young adult literature is just where it's at these days.
Oh, and Topher, Clee, John and I had some good wholesome fun (and picked up a 3rd place prize) at the Speedracer road rally last weekend. Thanks, Tim - you rock, as always.
Friday, May 2, 2008
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