A few times this month I’ve gotten these broad invitations to what seem like they should be personal parties but that are during work.

And I’m all for parties and honestly I like getting out of work as much as the next girl.

But at some point I thought it was appropriate to stop and think about the right and wrong of going to a retirement party for someone to whom I have never been introduced.  I could have gone under the heading of “we all work in the same office” but that felt wrong.  So I didn’t go.

I’m blaming it on this book.

Emily Post… that woman knew how to handle herself.  No matter what the situation.

That’s a skill that is worth developing.

I can tell it’s going to take me a lot of time to get any good at it but I think I’m going to give it a try.

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So there’s a news story popping up everywhere about how Legos has started marketing to girls.  When I saw the pictures all I could think was … I played with Legos.  I loved them.  I had a blast.  I didn’t need pink or purple bricks.

Which makes me think that this isn’t about boys and girls and what they want.  It’s about what their parents and others are comfortable buying for them.

Last I checked primary colors weren’t gender specific.

My mom was kind of a genius about all the little fiddly bits.  She would spread out a big white bed sheet and dump all the pieces out so my brother and I could build to our hearts content.

If parents and the media and everyone else didn’t make such a big deal about what was for girls and what was for boys then we wouldn’t have all these issues.

It’s the “grown-ups” that create these issues.  It’s the people with the ready cash to whom they are marketing.

And let’s face it… we have all bought toys that we wanted and said we were getting them for the kids in our lives.

So here’s an idea… buy what you like for yourself and stop forcing your insecurities and outmoded thought patterns on other people (old or young).

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Fiasco and the Z Channel

December 13, 2011

I’ve been dealing with my fun and exciting software issues for the last 24 hours.  Which means that when I came home from work I turned on my Pandora via my television and read a book.

The book I currently have from the library is Fiasco: A History of Hollywood’s Iconic Flops by James Robert Parish.  I find the book kind of fascinating because I’m always intrigued by what makes some movies work fiscally and what makes movies fail dismally.

My one issue with the book is that the author seems to have a very deep seated but never really address issue with Hollywood / power structures / stars / famous people.  It make me question some of the opinions.  Are some of them just sour grapes?  But all in all I’m enjoying the book.

At the same time I got Z Channel: A Magnificent Obsession from Netflix so I’m watching that.  And again it’s a view of Hollywood from outside the box.  A question is posed over and over in the film.  Is a film really bad or has it been misunderstood or edited badly… etc.

It’s two sides of a coin.  Or rather it’s two sides of a screen.  Those in behind the screen creating the moving pictures and those who watch what happens on the screen.

I’m learning that really its about matching the right group in front and behind the screen.

You just have to remember that there is something for everyone.

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I really want to have a long conversation about this with Leslie.  She’s getting a PhD in Italian and I think her focus is on Italian literature which means she would understand my question.

See I used Link+ to get a copy of one of the first Inspector Maigret novels by George Simenon from the library.

I fully expected to love it because I have really enjoyed the character in the Maigret tv series starring Michael Gambon.

But I didn’t.  I just couldn’t get into the book.

I’m not sure that it was the story or the writing.  I think it might have been the translation.

The books were originally written in French and I’m not sure who handled the translation on the book I read but it wasn’t very grammatically sound.

Maybe it was a perfect / verbatim translation but it just didn’t sound right in my head and that ruined the whole experience.

Before I return the book I’m going to see who did the translation and try to get another book with a different translator and see if I like it better.

But I could be the book.  It could be that I like the show but not the original stories.  It’s possible.

It’s just something I haven’t really thought of before.

This is why I want to talk to Leslie about it.  She would have something to say about this.  I’m sure of it.

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I was asked again why I don’t chuck it all in and open a bakery.

I know people mean well when they say this but it just makes me cringe.  I actually know what it takes to make a business like that succeed.  And for most people it sucks ALL of the joy out of the experience that they once loved.

Yes I enjoy cooking and baking.  I find it to be relaxing.  And if something doesn’t turn out … well that’s fine to.  And if I decide I don’t want to make something.  Well then I don’t.

There is a HUGE difference between waking up and making some blueberry muffins for the breakfast party at work and knowing that you must wake up early every morning to make blueberry muffins and you must sell however many of them to break even.

It takes money and drive and perseverance and a whole lot of crazy to make a food related business work.  I don’t want to bother.  I’m far to lazy and I actually like having a boss.  I like being an individual contributor.  I don’t want the responsibility.  I like leaving work at work and going home and doing whatever I want.

So what if that is mostly making food of some kind.

It’s my choice.

I never want it to stop being my choice.

I’m good with that.  Why can’t other people accept that I would not be happier giving up the freedom I have now.

Oh that’s right.  The people who say these things have never known anyone in the food business.

It’s alright, I stopped listening a long time ago.

night

The lure of the watch

November 30, 2011

After a decade of not wearing a watch, I started looking at watches again with an eye to buying one.

What on Earth am I thinking?

I stopped wearing a watch on purpose.  I needed to break my insane need to know what time it was every single second of the day.

What has suddenly changed in my life that I’m willing to open myself up to this obsessive wrist checking again?

Honestly, I don’t know.  I’m not really sure I want to inflict that on myself again.  Because there is the chance that I will become that time obsessed person again.

Or maybe I’m older and wiser now and time can be a companion and not an enemy to be constantly fighting.

The watch I picked out over the weekend is no longer available.  And I’m going to take that as a sign that it’s not time.  But that’s not to say the time is not coming.

I’m sure some day soon I will buy a watch.  And wear it.  But hopefully not rely on it to the point that if I do not putting it on one day I will return home to get it.  Because I do not want to go back to being that person.

That’s not to say that I wouldn’t like to know what time it is without scrambling for my cell phone all the time.

There has to be middle ground, right?

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I know, it’s crazy.  I have a Facebook account that I never use and I blog almost every day.  But I am not going to give you a bunch of identifiers over the phone for your survey.

I get why they ask.  I understand the need for those identifiers for survey results to be useful, for the statistics to really show a complete picture.  But I don’t know the company / companies involved.  I don’t know how good your computer security is or if you are in fact just collecting information so you can steal my identity.

Yes, I’m paranoid.  I’m not understanding why that’s a problem.

It’s only gotten worse with HIPAA and FERPA.  Now I can actually detail out in my head the list of things that can be used to identify someone.

And I know my information is already out there.  I totally get that.  But that doesn’t mean I need to be adding fuel to the fire.

Yeah – rant over… for now.

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