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WHY IS THIS ALL RUNNING TOGETHER?
Also, the cut is failing on DW.
On the really trivial issue of being part of an age minority, an Ohio colleague posted to FB a headline about getting the Gen-Xers out of the cubes because their workplace experience was valuable. (Into management, i imagine.) Boomer colleagues piled on their comments that basically underscored she is still young, while in truth it's just younger than they are. I watched RED on the plane, and realized that i should be prepared for more action films with the conceit of "Retired and Extremely Dangerous." Clint Eastwood has led the way, but i imagine there are many more to be had. As a gender side note, the romantic female lead, Mary-Louise Parker, is only ten years younger than Bruce Willis, which is not the disparity i was expecting. I'm happy to note that Helen Mirren (another retired but dangerous character who plays a wonderful strong role, with some romance, and a really stunning dress) is ten years older than Bruce. Of course the only time the Helen Mirren and the Mary-Louise Parker characters are alone, it is to talk about the Bruce Willis character. Bechdel test fail, even though Helen is has a powerful sniper's rifle and when she threatens to kill the Mary-Louise Parker character if she breaks Bruce Willis' heart, everyone knows it's not a figure of speech. My Dad has asked me YET AGAIN when i plan to retire. I'm really puzzled by this. He just retired, therefore twenty plus years from now is when i'd likely retire. This really depends on whether the magic of compound interest and stock market gains happens for me. I don't particularly believe in those, so whatever. Age biases is not really the topic that interests me this morning, but apparently i was still feeling awareness. --==∞==-- I spent all yesterday, my one lovely mostly-free day before i get on a plane again, playing with Ponoko, my personal factory. I've loved the idea since i read about it, asked for a gift certificate ages ago, recovered the lost gift certificate, and spent yesterday taking the time to exploit a 50% off coupon at the same time as the gift certificate. Now just to wait the weeks for my designs to be made. It was just a bunch of experiments, mostly. A notebook back for comb-bound systems in purple acrylic and a leather bottom for a crocheted small purse were my starters, with other bits of experimental effort to see what i think of the materials and the laser etching abilities. I have mixed feelings about the satisfaction from this. Partly, it wasn't exactly intentional, so all my other intentions clamor their sense of being left out. On the other hand, "Make something with Ponoko" has been on my wish list for AGES. I've never committed to it, as other priorities seemed too significant, but given the combination of opportunity - i grabbed it. I should feel satisfaction about this, i should feel delight in doing something that has been something i've wanted to do for ages. So, my challenge: how do i encourage and incorporate valuing that spontaneous deep-dive with the satisfaction practices. I recognize that deep-dives, where i do nothing but focus on the project at hand for hours and hours, are refreshing, renewing for me. I recognize that given all the many things i want to do, deep-dives are hard to allocate time to. I did let my deep dive be interrupted: i had two chats with friends on-line (pleasant and rare) and i worked while Christine was watching the 2006 movie Outsourced. One thing i valued about that movie was how it had the Avatar/Fern Gully cross culture romance thing going, but it didn't fall into the Avatar trap. In the evening we took a trip to this city to listen to Christine's instructor on the mandolin and mandola accompanied by his wife on mandola and a friend on guitar. I enjoyed the Baroque lute pieces transcribed for mandolin. The later pieces, which focus so much on the tremolo technique, were not as interesting to me. Off to Meeting, where the library committee is fixing the provided lunch.
Also, the cut is failing on DW.
On the really trivial issue of being part of an age minority, an Ohio colleague posted to FB a headline about getting the Gen-Xers out of the cubes because their workplace experience was valuable. (Into management, i imagine.) Boomer colleagues piled on their comments that basically underscored she is still young, while in truth it's just younger than they are. I watched RED on the plane, and realized that i should be prepared for more action films with the conceit of "Retired and Extremely Dangerous." Clint Eastwood has led the way, but i imagine there are many more to be had. As a gender side note, the romantic female lead, Mary-Louise Parker, is only ten years younger than Bruce Willis, which is not the disparity i was expecting. I'm happy to note that Helen Mirren (another retired but dangerous character who plays a wonderful strong role, with some romance, and a really stunning dress) is ten years older than Bruce. Of course the only time the Helen Mirren and the Mary-Louise Parker characters are alone, it is to talk about the Bruce Willis character. Bechdel test fail, even though Helen is has a powerful sniper's rifle and when she threatens to kill the Mary-Louise Parker character if she breaks Bruce Willis' heart, everyone knows it's not a figure of speech. My Dad has asked me YET AGAIN when i plan to retire. I'm really puzzled by this. He just retired, therefore twenty plus years from now is when i'd likely retire. This really depends on whether the magic of compound interest and stock market gains happens for me. I don't particularly believe in those, so whatever. Age biases is not really the topic that interests me this morning, but apparently i was still feeling awareness. --==∞==-- I spent all yesterday, my one lovely mostly-free day before i get on a plane again, playing with Ponoko, my personal factory. I've loved the idea since i read about it, asked for a gift certificate ages ago, recovered the lost gift certificate, and spent yesterday taking the time to exploit a 50% off coupon at the same time as the gift certificate. Now just to wait the weeks for my designs to be made. It was just a bunch of experiments, mostly. A notebook back for comb-bound systems in purple acrylic and a leather bottom for a crocheted small purse were my starters, with other bits of experimental effort to see what i think of the materials and the laser etching abilities. I have mixed feelings about the satisfaction from this. Partly, it wasn't exactly intentional, so all my other intentions clamor their sense of being left out. On the other hand, "Make something with Ponoko" has been on my wish list for AGES. I've never committed to it, as other priorities seemed too significant, but given the combination of opportunity - i grabbed it. I should feel satisfaction about this, i should feel delight in doing something that has been something i've wanted to do for ages. So, my challenge: how do i encourage and incorporate valuing that spontaneous deep-dive with the satisfaction practices. I recognize that deep-dives, where i do nothing but focus on the project at hand for hours and hours, are refreshing, renewing for me. I recognize that given all the many things i want to do, deep-dives are hard to allocate time to. I did let my deep dive be interrupted: i had two chats with friends on-line (pleasant and rare) and i worked while Christine was watching the 2006 movie Outsourced. One thing i valued about that movie was how it had the Avatar/Fern Gully cross culture romance thing going, but it didn't fall into the Avatar trap. In the evening we took a trip to this city to listen to Christine's instructor on the mandolin and mandola accompanied by his wife on mandola and a friend on guitar. I enjoyed the Baroque lute pieces transcribed for mandolin. The later pieces, which focus so much on the tremolo technique, were not as interesting to me. Off to Meeting, where the library committee is fixing the provided lunch.