Swirling Around in My Head

I can't get this article out of my head.

I've already emailed several people about their reactions.  I haven't fully processed mine yet, so I'm avoiding more comment right now.  More to come.  And some very interesting responses already, that I will share (anonymously).

Killin' Time

Despite all the distractions I may have at my work desk (no, Facebook and YouTube don't count - blocked!), I will choose Google Reader as my favorite time waster ever, over Blackberrying, Kindling, and walking around our desert/cactus campus.

I go through hundreds and hundreds of articles daily, but sometimes I still run out of things to read.  I swear I actually do work and that I'm just a quick reader.

I've just spent half an hour adding all sorts of new personal blogs to my Google Reader feed and driving that number of unread articles right up!  I'm amazed at the amount of entertaining commentary that goes on out there in the internets - it's inspiring to see people post things almost daily.  Since I rarely comment and tend to blog stalk, you may never know I'm there, but I love reading what you write!


Not to steal Katie's idea, but talking about dating and relationships on the blog is the juicy stuff that people want to read. I've avoided it for so long, or been very vague about things, so much that I can't even remember the who/what/when/where/why of certain situations.

Maybe now that I've found myself in a happy relationship, I'm willing to open up and share the good and the awkward? Especially at the prodding of *insert clever nickname here*, who has basically said he will only read my blog if I talk about him and has admitted to doing a search on his name.  Well, *clever nickname*, you just might get your way.

Twenty Eleven

Welcome, 2011.

You've kind of sucked a little bit so far.  Well, really only January 2 sucked, and really only the last half of it.  Picture walking around a city all day, tired, cold, a little rainy, already checked out of a hotel with no place to go but the airport, which is full of people coping with delayed flights.  No hope of getting on an earlier one, as the whole system is backed up.  

So we sat.  For hours.  Alas, at 11pm I had a plane to go back to Phoenix.  But no pilot, who would arrive on another flight near midnight.  Landing at Sky Harbor, 3am on the dot.  Checked baggage.  Shuttle to parking lot.  Drive home, sleep at 4am, and attempt to get to work, though having a work computer that doesn't work any longer allowed me to go home and nap a little.  What's the point of being at work if you can't work?

Still no resolution to my computer problem, but hey, as of January 1, I'm in love.  And 2011 can't be all that bad because of that, right?