Wisdom and whimsy in moderate doses
Opportunity is knocking, and I’m not sure how to answer the door. OK, Opportunity hasn’t really knocked yet. But it’s a feeling, you know? Opportunity is walking down the hall and will soon tap lightly on the door. I think. I hope. Cryptic, I know. Even in my head it’s cryptic, and I (think I)… Continue reading Hello, Opportunity
I have projects. A lot of projects. The problem is, most all of them are in my head, not where they belong. The list: • Crime — the mapping of, not committing or planning • A green site — environmental, not the color • Set-up and design (another) blog, which is going to require a… Continue reading Even listing projects requires time
I’ve come to a realization: I’m too old for my profession. OK, it’s not that I’m too old. I’m only 31. There are quite a few people older than me hanging around the newsroom and getting paid for it. (I am getting dangerously close to the age where I am required to sit at my… Continue reading Back in my day …
One of my friends is determined to find a man and settle down. White picket fence, 2.5 kids, baking cookies, the works. Finding that relationship is her No. 1 priority. I don’t get it. I don’t understand her logic, her motivation. I’m not against relationships — not at all. I’m pretty much a big mushy-hearted… Continue reading One is not the loneliest number