Monthly Archives: March 2011

Cats > Careers

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(Yes, my cat is a loyal subscriber.) One of the best parts about my job is the variance between yesterdays and todays. For instance, yesterday1 I prepared a package to send to a prospective client. Today1, I brainstormed an idea for an ad we’re placing in an upcoming event program. Now, to validate the claim my title suggests… On Monday, I emailed our business development team requesting a bio and headshot from each of them for our new website. As of this afternoon, I had received one response from the seventeen individual requests sent. 1/17 = 5.8% (after four days) This afternoon, I sent an email to a few of the same individuals, requesting a picture and brief narrative about their adopted feline friend(s). Within twenty-six minutes, I had three stories, fourteen cat-pics and something to blog about. 3/4 = 75% (within thirty minutes) [1] Among many, many other things.

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Año Novo

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Meli, Jorge, Olivia and I left around 9:30 to head to Jorge’s parent’s house. Had a Johnny Walker Black on the rocks as I sat and played with Pete (their [small] dog), had a few of my first Japanese-roasted peanuts and discussed the weather. (When you don’t speak the language, small talk is about all you can contribute.) I met one of his aunts, an uncle and his cousin who lived in Delaware for seven years. I also met the other two [big] dogs who were secluded to prevent a stampede. After my drink and multiple cheek-kisses and ciaos, we headed out for Meli’s parent’s house. Jorge’s mother is fluent in English and wished me “Happy New Year” on our way out the door. We arrived at Meli’s parent’s house around 10:15. Everyone was wearing white and enjoying small finger foods in the downstairs living room. Cecilia taught Oli how to do Brazilian dances with her shoulders and she put…

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Tweater Right

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No, “Tweater Right” is not a play on words. It’s an intentional misspelling. One which will soon make sense. I’m getting a little annoyed with some of the Twitter shenanigans and some people need a brief lesson in Twitter etiquette. The immediate un-follow. About three to five times a week, I receive a follow request. Half of the time, it’s some dick who only follows me to turn around and un-follow me later in the day. He or she, or it, is only trying to boost the friend-to-follow ratio. If you’re one of these people, shame on you. P.S. I use friendorfollow regularly and will return the favor. The entrepreneurs. Everyone is a web consultant, social media expert, aspiring writer, or musician; but, not everyone knows how to design their background, send a message, write, or spell. (Replace the “or” with “and” when referring to musicians.) Don’t automatically DM me a “thank you” (re: the follow). It’s in-genuine and lame….

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Sexy Tears

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The first thing I did this morning, after getting out of bed, was turn off the radio. It was almost exactly like any other morning…almost. Instead of ignoring them, I actually processed what the three radio DJs, (my least favorite people on Earth), were talking about and became somewhat annoyed. I’d even go as far as to say I was pissed, and I’m not a violent Persian. They were debating whether they (and their listeners) found a man who cries, sexy. Time out. Regardless of gender, who has ever seen tears and thought, “oh my, that is sexy!”? Maybe a rapist…that’s about it. A crying baby is expected. If you’re a child, it’s excusable. Teens and up, either your parents lacked discipline, you’re falling in/out of love, experiencing a strong emotion, broke a bone, or someone/thing died. There is nothing “sexy” about any of those situations. That is all.

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Nochevieja

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I woke up around nine for breakfast at Cafe de Acá, (not where I woke up, only where I had breakfast). My “Americano” consisted of eggs, potatoes, toast, bacon and a cinnamon roll. Not to mention the variety of beverages I ordered with it: jugo de naranja, a Coca-Cola Light and a coffee, (and I still felt as if I needed more fluids). Tad, Gabe, Baba, Cecilia, Guga, Meli, Oli, Jorge and I sat outside and enjoyed the cloudy weather, which sprinkled on us for all of about ten to fifteen droplets. Guga, Meli, Oli and I went to a neighboring city, Luque, so I could complete my souvenir shopping. En route, I asked what language they speak. They did not laugh. We shopped for filigrain jewelry for the women in my life, and Aunt Guga bought Olivia a lovely bracelet. After our brief shopping trip, we headed back to Meli’s parent’s house to drop off the generous aunt. On…

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Coffee Cup Consolidation

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Don’t believe everything you read on the bottom of your dishes. Among my six-or-so coffee cups, one stands out. Actually, all but two stand out (singularly), because I received a matching pair for joining the IHOP mug club. The one that stands out from the other or-so doesn’t stand out because of the way it looks. Well, it does, but in addition to its physical appearance, it conducts heat like pure silver, (if you’re curious, silver has a thermal conductivity of 429). Last year, I burned the shit out of my hand one evening while trying to make a cup of unnecessarily detailed tea – it was Stash premium, peppermint, caffeine-free herbal tea. I’m not sure why it lasted so long. Perhaps, because my mom gave it to me and some subconscious maternal guilt kept it in the cupboard. Or, because it had exceptional volume and was great to eat soup out of [with gloves on]. Not guilt, because I…

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