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The Junk Drawer

There have been a lot of different stories going around lately about the carrot, the egg, and the coffee. Instead of telling a story of questionable origin, I’ll cut to the chase. Imagine you have some very trying circumstances (like a pot of boiling water). You have a few options on how you’ll come out of those circumstances.

You can, like a carrot, go into the water hard and rigid, only to have the water (those difficult circumstances) make you soft and squishy. (Personally, I don’t relate to the before or the after.)

Or you can, like the egg with its hard, exterior shell, come out of the the water (those difficult circumstances) hard on the inside as well as the outside. (I might, just a little bit, relate to the hard exterior shell.)

Or you can be the coffee. Instead of letting the boiling water (or difficult circumstances) change you, you can be the coffee–changing the water instead. I don’t know about you.

But I am the coffee.

I am the coffee

I am the coffee

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I just read an interesting article on print textbooks. I know that, while I embrace digital technology, I still prefer books in print. These days, however, the cost of a book often dictates which version I purchase. Just yesterday I purchased 3 books–two online using my Pearson discount (thank you!) and the third via Kindle as it was the least expensive option.

Print textbooks still king?

I think another important question to ponder is “Which version is read in its entirety?” Are print books read from beginning to end while digital version are started, then left to languish in the digital netherworld? Or is it vice versa? I, personally, don’t discriminate. I will finish a book, regardless of its format. The digital version will probably get finished first, as I always have it with me (what did we do before smart phones?) but I don’t neglect their paper cousins. When I’m home, curled up on the couch, I much prefer a book in my hand. A physical book seems to convey warmth and comfort, while my electronic device reminds me of all the other, more productive things I could be doing instead of sitting on the couch.

Right now we’re lucky to have the best of both worlds. But what happens when the balance shifts and digital starts taking over, as it inevitably will?

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Oil in the Gulf

Oil in the Gulf

[dropcap3]I[/dropcap3]’ve done a really good job of burying my head in sand, so to speak, regarding the horrific BP incident in the gulf. Of course the media is doing a great job of helping me in this regard. I honestly believe we have not seen half of what is really going on. Notice how it’s always the same video shot from BP, or the same isolated beach shots? I’m guessing that like myself, most people want to stay blissfully ignorant as to the oil leak in the gulf. With ‘top kill’ failing miserably, however, that is increasingly unlikely.

I drive past a BP station everyday and have never given it much thought until (obviously) recently. I don’t recall ever getting gas at a BP, mainly because RaceTrac and 7-Eleven are on the routes I take in my everyday routine. When I drive past BP now, however, I get a sick feeling in my stomach that lasts until I get home, and the same thoughts run through my head: I may be a hypocrite, but I have to drive (especially in central FL). I refuse to stop at BP, however. As I was thinking this the other day I was surprised to see how many people were still getting gas at BP. I would think that with this oil disaster people would be shunning BP gas stations like the plague. I was disheartened to see this isn’t the case.

I know my personal ban on BP won’t change a single thing but it gives me some sense of action. I can’t say I’m driving less, because I really don’t drive that much to begin with. Mass transit, which is all but nonexistent in the area I live in, is also not an option. I guess I’ll have to take my small victories and in the meantime, pray that God, or Buddha, or Allah or someone is looking over the Gulf and will intervene to protect what is left to protect. BP certainly can’t be counted on to do it.

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[dropcap3]I[/dropcap3]’m excited at the prospect of lacing up my sneakers (once I find them) and walking 3 miles this Saturday for a great cause: the March for Babies. Hopefully I’ll actually make it the full three miles.

This is such an important and worthwhile cause that I’m having Zachary walk with me. I’m so looking forward to Zachary meeting my friend’s son, Will, who was born premature (at 25 weeks) and has his own share of challenges. From what Janey has said, Will is a funny, precocious, lively and dear kid and I think he and The Goose will get along famously. I hope The Goose can keep up with him!

I need some help, though.
As you can see if you look over there ————————————>
I’m a little short of my goal. Every little bit helps. $10, $15, $25, etc. Please open your hearts and your wallets and donate a little coin to this wonderful organization. Help me and Zachary help babies in need. Just click on the badge. 🙂

If you’re interested in learning more about Will, Janey is always too happy to talk about her wonderful son. Check out Confessions of a Middle-Aged Suburban Diva.

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Our Favre,

Who art in The Dome,

Hallowed be thine arm.

Thy bowl will come,

It will be won.

In The Dome, as it WAS in Lambeau.

And give us this Sunday,

Our weekly win.

And give us many touchdown passes.

But do not let others pass against us.

Lead us not into frustration,

But deliver us from self-destruction.

For thine is the MVP, the best of the NFC,

and the glory of the Purple and Gold,

now and forever.

Go kick some ass. Amen.

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randomtuesday

I swear I just did this. Ah well, as they say, Carpe Flies, no. Seize the fish. No, Time Flies—That’s the one! Speaking of Carpe Diem I have to give a great big SHOUT OUT to sweet Citizen Janey! She completed this: The Women’s Half Marathon. And let me tell you, the time she completed it in, well it would have taken me a hell of a lot longer. Who am I kidding? I wouldn’t have lasted 10 minutes! YOU ARE AN INSPIRATION JANEY!

But enough about her. Let’s talk about my week.

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My blog truly is a hodge-podge of stuff. Everything from family updates and humor to how-to’s for life and technology. Today brings you a how-to for the iPhone: how to save yourself $2 per ringtone, woo hoo! This post started after plurking about iTunes and all the fun I was having cleaning out my music and making ringtones. The lovely and talented Topsurf asked me how I was making my ringtones. Me, being the helpful person I am, was more than happy to answer her. So, dear readers, if you are also interested, here is how to make your own iPhone ringtones.

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Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices last night. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant.. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now……………..

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