January 2011
20 posts
Third attempt at a nude dress.
I love the concept of the vintage wedding, the pop of vivid flowers against elegant, ephemeral beige chiffon fabrics in a bright white wedding. But apparently the beige and the sheer are also popular combinations for sexy leggy peekaboo outfits masquerading as dresses.
And that is not a bad thing, says the husband, if one weren’t wearing it for public appearances.
I really need to try out...
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“On a related note, if you’re thinking about taking SANS SEC506 - Securing...”
– from a security mailing list. I lol’d.
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eating and art.
Last night, I went out with a friend and my husband to the Art and Soul restaurant near Union Station. It was alright; some of the offerings were hit-or-miss. But I was delighted with the presentation and flavors, if not always the texture or temperature.
It reminded me that food is my favorite work of art. Kind of wabisabi-like, you have a taste and then it’s gone; but for a moment, you...
David Brooks, New York Times - "Amy Chua Is a... →
“Practicing a piece of music for four hours requires focused attention, but it is nowhere near as cognitively demanding as a sleepover with 14-year-old girls. Managing status rivalries, negotiating group dynamics, understanding social norms, navigating the distinction between self and group — these and other social tests impose cognitive demands that blow away any intense tutoring session or a...
Against Mixology [threepennyreview.com] →
There’s a story in the Hindu Puranas about how the god Krishna’s skillful drinking saved his life. When he was just a baby, an evil demoness named Putana was sent to kill him with poisoned breastmilk. Putana assumed the form of a beautiful woman and charmed Krishna’s mother into letting her suckle the infant god. Krishna drank from Putana’s breasts, but he sucked out only the sweet milk, leaving...
The Guardian reported that 97 journalists were killed in their line of work last year, 85 of whom were murdered, mostly for reporting on corruption and criminality in their own countries.
I once dreamed of doing journalism overseas, reporting on things that mattered, exposing things that needed to change. That’s breathtaking now; I’m a coward compared to the 97.
Failed culinary experiment #15:
Rose water does NOT taste good at all as a flavoring in savory dishes. Nice try, but whoa it hit the mouth in the wrong spot. Or perhaps that’s just when combined with peanut butter.
I get no response, therefore I don't exist.
Some days when I’m communicative, I’ll email and twitter and text and get no response… and it kind of makes me wonder if I exist, or if I’m a thinking entity that can’t seem to interact with the real world. Weird? Does anyone else feel this way?
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closed my laptop for the night.
brad: What were you up to?
me: I just finished my resume.
brad: So what's the next step from here?
me: Going into the office tomorrow to actually do the stuff I said I did.
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New Year plans/wants/thoughts, what have you.
Read my college journal cover to cover, without judging myself.
Make a good-faith attempt to learn something new everyday, and use what I learn.
Finally mail a letter to my grandma, some time this year. God willing, she’ll have this opportunity to read a letter from the grandchild that never writes or calls.
Chill out about my losses. For that matter, appreciate things/plans that...