Archive for May, 2009



May 28, 2009

Lately, I feel as though I’m losing my patience, or more technically, my tolerance. My attention span has significantly decreased, as evident from the number of movies that I have fallen asleep during recently. But beyond that, I just feel more annoyed than usual by little things. Maybe this is a life epiphany moment.

The little things don’t really matter, and most things are little things!
Life’s short, so don’t spend time doing things and seeing people you don’t like!
You have to make your own fun!
Just do it!

Pick your favorite motto/cliche. I’m just a bit tired of trying to keep everyone happy, backpedaling when they’re not, and discussing non-issues. It’s so over dramatic, and not in the “I’m so interesting” kind of way. Everything seems a bit old, like a joke that’s told again and again. It’s not funny anymore. Maybe once I’m back from Baltimore, I’ll be better.



May 24, 2009

Everyone knows a person or two with an extremely loud personality. They bring an certain energy to any group they’re in, and people love them or hate them. These characters, because that’s what they become, have mastered the art of personal image control. Their personality – the energy, the humor, the ideas and opinions – is a bit forced. Around people, they’re always “on”, even though “on” is not always them. To me, it seems exhausting.

At their best, these people are a blast. They do everything, and they’re excited about doing everything. And they talk, even if you’re not really talking back, which makes it extremely easy to hang out with them. They tell stories; they tell jokes; they talk about everything that’s nothing. At their worst, the personality quickly becomes overbearing, dominating, and tiresome. All their talking – it’s always a story not a conversation. Even if you were a witness to the events, the story being told is always a bit more exaggerated, a pinch more dramatic, and a little bit more “practiced”. And eventually, I’d rather see my friends than a one-man show.

I always wonder how aware these people are. Is that really what they’re like? Or are they so insecure that they need to create such a personality to fill in what they think is missing? Do they enjoy being the center of attention? Or do they feel like everyone else is too boring to create any entertainment? Not being one of them, I don’t think I’ll ever get a straight answer. But not knowing makes me wary of what they seem to be hiding.



May 20, 2009

Recovery trip highlights:

most expensive dinner to date: cocktail shrimp with a fantastic cocktail sauce made with horseradish, 8 oz. filet mignon with mashed potatoes and sauteed mushrooms, flourless chocolate cake with ice cream, another slice of chocolate cake, glass of Pinot Noir (Acacia) and an Old Fashioned (whiskey, not brandy).

hiking in Big Basin: I very much dislike bugs; I mysteriously bruised my finger; 90 degrees is too hot for hiking.

Fish pouch recipe: first attempt at making fish (Pacific snapper, with onion, tomatoes, artichoke hearts, lemon and couscous). Came out quite well and made tons of food.

Chinese food: all-you-can-eat hot pot/barbecue. Red broth = spicy. Shaved ice for dessert looks like vomit, but tastes fine.

Sonoma wineries: 5 total (Roche, Viansa, Jacuzzi, Sebastiani, Gunlach Bundschu). Surprisingly not as fun as the tours around the Finger Lakes, but the wine was good and we learned a lot.

Alex: met up with my eye-tracking buddy while at Google. Got to see this crazy Street View holodeck kind of thing that made me feel sick.

Also – weekend conclusion: iPhones will never leave you in peace. Being more connected is not always better.



May 19, 2009

I just heard an interesting rumor: I am being manipulated by one of my friends. This is just about the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while  – since a complete stranger told me one of my other friends was looking at everyone in the bar like they were retarded.

See, I don’t think anyone who knows me would think I’d be easily manipulated. I’m pretty opinionated, I pretend I don’t care what anyone thinks, and I don’t have a huge problem doing things on my own. If I was being played, hopefully, I’m smart enough to realize it. And I’m a little bit offended that someone would think I’m not. Second, anyone who knows this friend would guess that he’s not the manipulative type.  In fact, we’ve all agreed he very much qualifies as a “nice guy”. So if  he’s fooling us all then he’s probably the best manipulator ever.

Funny how people view things, isn’t it?



May 14, 2009

The upcoming weekends are looking pretty good in my book.

This weekend: heading out to San Fransisco to visit the boyfriend. A nice recovery vacation, which will hopefully include Napa Valley and hiking.

Memorial Day weekend: several plans are in the works. 1) housemate’s first marathon; 2) a visit to New Glarus Brewery; 3) Chocolatefest

5/29: heading out to Baltimore for a personal weekend before a couple days of work to visit friends from school.

6/5: cousin may be visiting while looking for housing in Madison. I love when people visit.

6/14: the brother graduates.



May 13, 2009

I saw, several days too late, that Google was giving away free business cards for your Google profile. Free things is a good enough reason for me to sign up for something I was considering anyways. Sadly, I was too late, and I did not get business cards. However, I did learn that I am not a Google profile fan.

I was intrigued by the prospect of being able to have a little control over your Google results. Considering how many profiles I’ve filled out before, I figured it would be a breeze for me. Turns out, I was wrong. The Google profile is limited, like a Facebook profile was when it started. Except Facebook was on a closed network of people; Google is not. So why in the world would I put where I live, who I work for, what my job is, or any of that information from the past? If you’re searching for me online, you clearly don’t need to know that much right off the bat. The openness and the popularity of Google’s search make it tough choice between revealing an uncomfortable amount of personal information and looking ridiculous by making jokes like on social networks. And the contact info… It doesn’t display to the public. Awesome. But if it only displays to contacts that it’s pulling from my Gmail account, I’m thinking they already have my contact information. Seems unnecessary because if they’ve forgotten, they either 1) don’t talk to me anymore or 2) don’t know how to use a search on their email. If either of those are correct, they don’t need to get in touch with me.

Beyond the actual content I can choose to add, I’m disappointed that I apparently need to disclose a specific amount of information before I’m even included in Google results. This is a bit ridiculous because I’ve got my name, four links to other sites about me, school attended, short bio, and a picture. What else do they want?


In all honesty, when you search for my name, I am every single result. All 10 pages! And I did it with no effort. So now, the one time I’m trying to get a result to show up, when that’s the point of the Google profile, it won’t display it. How in the world is this “product” actually going to be useful for people who have more common names?

Last, why is there no easy way for me to find the profile from anything but a Google search? Put a damn link to it with the rest of the services I can sign into.



May 12, 2009

It seems people can be of two minds. On one side, you have the people who invite everyone to everything. This practice requires trust that the invited will not feel obligated to say yes (or you have to really like everyone). On the other side, you have the people who only invite people who would want to accept. This habit requires nerves of steel when the uninvited begin to feel slighted. And then there’s the area that’s on the fence. When everyone’s implicitly invited because no one is explicitly invited.

It gets a bit gray if your invitees begin inviting others. This is great when you’re doing the “invite everyone” thing. The more the merrier, and I always like to meet new people. This is terrible if you only invited a select few. The terribleness is lessened if the newly invited are good friends with everyone included, but usually it’s just awkward. Rule of thumb: don’t do it, unless you’re bringing someone who is indisputably awesome.

And when you’re not invited (or so you think), that’s just how things roll sometimes. Maybe space is limited. Maybe you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe you didn’t answer your phone. Maybe you’re not on the list that night. Who cares? Everyone can make their own plans.