GGWoo

Moving

2008-05-12T13:37:14Z

I got fed up with the comments not working and just my growing unease with understanding MT and how to use it effectively so I'm abandoning ship. You can find the new blog here:

www.ggwoo.com/blog

Exasperation

2008-04-04T17:24:55Z

I'm continually exasperated over this damn blog. It's obvious because I've been ignoring it for the last month after struggling for the past several months with the fucking comments system. I know they don't work but I don't know why and back in the day I could have figured it out. I've trolled through the movabletype forums without much success and so I'm left with that ultimate blog question, is it time to quit? Where I was meeting and linking to new people all the time, now I haven't done a damn thing and I feel like the whole point has sailed for me and I've been left behind. It's so frustrating.

But then I think I've been doing this for eight years, EIGHT YEARS! and I've grown the most wonderful friendships with people I guess I'd never have met otherwise. I wrote some things that I thought were witty and pretty good and then a lot of schlock and dregs of course. I just can't think of not doing and when I try to imagine, I know I'll be right back and then what was the point. So I'm just thinking. I have to divert myself from all my other time-wasters and focus on relearning the MT system to take advantage of the technology that is so different from when I first installed the system way back when.

So I'm just ranting, ranting, ranting. Feh.

My New Gadget

2008-02-23T20:31:22Z

I LOVE it. OK, I was really going to love it when I ordered four books off Amazon before the thing even showed up with the promise it would sync in the box and have them when I unwrapped it which DID NOT happen, but after I went driving in the snow and got cell reception, they popped up and BAM! There they were. Now if only Kindle's design team had called their friends over at the iPhone salon 'cause as a reviewer described it in GQ: "...it looks like my old Tandy computer from 1981". Cream of oyster soup color in an electronic gadget is like an avocado fridge in the 70's.

But I love it!

A spare room

2008-02-01T19:06:41Z

Traveling

2008-01-29T04:59:53Z

The Ritz Carlton, Washington DC.

As the Cruelest Words

2008-01-19T02:25:16Z

per Max who got it from Cully, who got it from Secret Simon, a meme that will simply rock your world.

Links
Your band name from a random Wikipedia article is the first article title
Your album title from a random quotation is the last four words of the last quote on the page.
Your album art from a random Flickr photo is the third picture on that page.

Here is my first and only album. It's a down-tempo chill mix with some deep house velvet vocals:

Chicago Orientation

2008-01-08T04:44:49Z

I finished my first day of orientation for the new job. I'm completely burnt out on paperwork, forms, and overload on all the web applications we have to use for time, billing, expenses, etc. I'll get it, that's all I keep telling myself. Ended up grabbing some dinner with a co-worker at the big gay sports bar uptown to watch some of the Buckeyes.

I'm having more and more fun taking pictures. I'm completely shocked.

Onward (The Days Pick Up)

2008-01-06T21:52:41Z

I'm sitting at La Guardia this afternoon, waiting for my first flight out to Chicago as a consultant. My two weeks of vacationing between my old job and the new one have come and gone, and typically, all the big, great things I had planned to do got somehow laid to the side in lieu of naps, some good reading, and snuggling with the cats and the man. It was absolutely perfect time so the needle-point and calligraphy projects will be there for me some other day.

I was telling Jeff as we were driving to the airport this afternoon how strange it is that I'm so mellow and non-anxious about the new job. It's so unlike me to be so not crazed and out of control. I think it's a combination of several things, but most importantly, I think I can actually do this work and do it well. That confidence is a real anxiety-killer, from what I can see. I'm totally loving it.

The packing thing will take some practice. I managed to get everything for the next several days into my bags so hopefully it's all front-loaded work that I can mooch off of for the rest of the week. My approach to anything I've forgotten is that I'll just pick it up where ever I end up. No muss, no fuss.

So I'm back on the grid, gainfully employed and contributing once again to the greater good of the discerning tax-payer. Yay me.

Commenting is up!

2007-12-29T21:30:24Z

Ok..did some detective work and figured out the commenting. Now everyone not associated with Movabletype or Typepad can comment without having to register.

Anyone still out there? I need some attention. I'm a whore.

12/30 Update: Of course anyone can comment now but as these things happen, now the comments are showing when you click on them. I've employed the help of the Movabletype elves to help me figure it out (something about the mapping of the archives...blahbiddy, blah, blah, blah). Stay tuned. Almost there.

Home Alone

2007-12-29T03:58:03Z

Past experiences have supported the idea that me being left home alone for any amount of time, but certainly after three days, will always lead to something. This morning, fed up with spending a whole day cleaning out the attic to make room for my Martha Stewart Living magazine collection (don't judge!), I needed to take measures. If I was a 14-year old girl, I bet I would have been a cutter. As it stands, at 37, I grab the trimmers and buzz my hair.

The Gray Rains

2007-12-24T04:41:07Z

Me, Unemployed

2007-12-24T01:35:49Z

Friday I ended my 12-year run at a large academic medical center in New York City. I started out as a nurse in the ER after moving into the city to live with Jeff and continued through the hospital as a nurse in the cath lab then a research coordinator and then slowly falling into more managerial and administrative jobs. I finished with three years of a directorship under my belt, an MBA, and some great experiences. The thought of leaving made me sick to my stomach...the idea of a sense of belonging, of knowing my environment, of the safety of where I was and what I knew.

But I need more and I need to see what is on the other side of the grassy hill. In my quest for being better this year, I've tried to embrace risk both personally and professionally and so I decided it was time to seek other adventures.

I'm taking two weeks off then jumping head-first into a corporate consulting gig that will have me whirling around the US most of the time. Something so completely different and foreign to anything I've know before but I'm not only thrilled and excited but strangely less anxious and panicked. I take this as a good sign that I'm on the right path.

Juno

2007-12-13T03:53:27Z

"Do you want a free condom? They're boysenberry flavored. My boyfriend uses one every time we have sex and it makes his junk smell like pie."
-Disenfranchised chicklet working the front desk of the abortion clinic

Juno is hilarious in the best way possible. When it goes into wide release, go see it.

Commenting

2007-12-09T05:02:30Z

Not exactly sure what I tinkered with under the hood around here but for some reason, I can't get the authorized signing in for the comments to disappear. I'm still trying to figure out and tweak stuff in the guts to get it back. Sorry.

Thank Zod, It's off.

2007-12-06T19:56:32Z

They cut the cast off today and while there were no maggots, there was a lot of grossness that a good couple days of exfoliating needs to work over. I'm also, for lack of a better term, limp-wristed as I'm simultaneously without any strength in my wrist as well as having frozen tendons from the non-use. I can mince around but I can't let my wrist dangle ever so elegantly before me. It's imposed butchness, I suspect.

What I just realized is that on my wrist now I have my very own lightening bolt scar, ala Harry Potter. Just not on my forehead (which is where my inverted 'V' resides denoting not so much a Muggle but neither a wizarding wizard of wizards.

The physical therapist cautioned me against using my right hand for any kind of activity when I left him this afternoon. "Any kind of activity," I inquired. "Any kind," he said with a knowing look. Sigh..Looks like Jeff isn't off the hook yet, if you get what I'm sayin'.