tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246454872024-03-06T23:16:33.081-07:00Annette's NotebookMy collection of random thoughtsAnnettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.comBlogger1171125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-46455249988629682512014-05-20T20:38:00.002-06:002014-05-20T20:38:32.235-06:00My dinner: <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2010/02/spaghetti-cacio-e-pepe/">spaghetti with cheese and black pepper,</a> aka spaghetti cacio e pepe. I thought it was good, but somewhere in the world an Italian grandmother is laughing. Never having made this dish I have no idea what it is supposed to taste like.Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-91510031559414284312014-02-01T12:12:00.000-07:002014-02-01T12:13:08.964-07:00Top 5 worst things I've ever had at Starbucks (and top 5 best)<span id="goog_558019326"></span><span id="goog_558019327"><br /></span>
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Top 5 worst things I've ever had at Starbucks:<br />
1. "<strong>Venti"-sized Caffé Mocha</strong> - It seemed like a good idea at the time, but a drink containing that many espresso shots should be illegal.<br />
2. <strong>Regular coffee with a shot of vanilla</strong> - Ew. This is the only Starbucks drink I've ever taken a sip of and wanted to throw out right away. Mouthful of chemicals instead of the subtle vanilla taste I expected.<br />
3. <strong>Cookies and Cream Frappuccino</strong> - Cookies and cream topping looks too close to coffee grounds for comfort.<br />
4. <strong>Crème Brulee Latte</strong> - A lot of sugar, even for a frou-frou Starbucks drink.<br />
5. <strong>Pastries in general</strong> - In general heavy, expensive and can't compete with the fresh pastries at your favorite bakery.<br />
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And now the top 5 best...<br />
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1. <strong>Pumpkin Spice Latte</strong> - The perfect fall drink.<br />
2. <strong>Caramel Frappuccino</strong> - I swear by this in the summer. Love the mingling of textures of Frappuccino, caramel sauce and whipped cream.<br />
3. <strong>Iced Passion Tea Lemonade</strong> - Top summer drink of years past. All their refreshers are pretty good.<br />
4. <strong>Starbucks "Perfect" Oatmeal paired with coffee</strong> - Is, well, perfect. Dried fruit, nuts, oatmeal, packaged spoon. Why does this taste so much better than oatmeal I make at home? Must be a mind trick.<br />
5. <strong>Pike Place Roast </strong>- Starbucks does regular coffee extremely well. The lackadaisical pastries are made 1000x better with this coffee.Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-33977921167573055762013-09-01T20:03:00.002-06:002013-09-01T20:03:12.777-06:00<a href="http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2013/08/26/michael-lewis-on-writing/">Via Brain Pickings, Michael Lewis' first piece of advice to aspiring writers</a>: "It’s always good to have a motive to get you in the chair. If your motive is money, find another one."Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-59080856227400714522013-08-30T20:34:00.005-06:002013-08-30T20:34:49.371-06:00"What matters is that you do good work. What matters is that you produce things that are true and will stand. What matters is that the Flaming Lips’s new album is ravishing and I’ve listened to it a thousand times already, sometimes for days on end, and it enriches me and makes me want to save people."
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From an <a href="http://caterina.net/2013/08/29/are-you-taking-any-steps-to-keep-shit-real-dave-eggers-on-selling-out/">essay on "selling out" by Dave Eggers, reposted on caterina.net</a>Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-24947250645129228192013-08-17T19:30:00.000-06:002013-08-17T19:37:17.180-06:00I've been having the urge to blog lately, in the sense that I have things I want to get off my chest, and writing may be the only way I can truly do so. I've stopped writing for the most part. What is the point? No one reads this anyway. There is no utility to personal writing, at this point in my life. My time is better spent doing just about anything else -- learning computer skills, doing research for work, calling up a friend, watching a TV show or movie, reading a book, cleaning the house, learning another language.<br />
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I ask myself, how did I have so much time to blog when I was in college, and so little time to write now? Well, to put it bluntly, I didn't have a life. I didn't have a real job. I didn't have a boyfriend. I didn't have many friends to hang out with since I was so shy. I had summers off.<br />
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Writing was always a hobby, it was never about utility, never about wanting people to read what I wrote and say something nice about it. It was never about getting page views. It was never about getting paid. It was really one of the purest things I've ever done. I did it because I loved it, because it was an outgrowth of the person I was. Pure self-expression.<br />
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School is never pure like that. Work is NEVER like that. Even friendships and romantic relationships are often about tit for tat and social survival. But writing I poured myself into, and out of it I got ... a feeling, I guess, a feeling of well-being, of understanding, of putting something out there in the ether. Perhaps a feeling of satisfaction when I wrote something I felt was truly meaningful. Out of my blog I also got a few email pals and that was worthwhile.<br />
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I've investigated thoroughly the possibility of writing for a living and it just seems, from what I've read, that the outside world seems to agree with my current conclusion, that writing isn't worth much. A lot of people want to write, and many of them want to write so badly that they will do it for little or no money. A lot of people do write books, and there are a lot of books out there that don't get read. There are a lot of blogs out there. Most of them are a lot better than this one. Do I need to add to those numbers? Really? Does anyone care? No. Would anyone miss me if I never wrote another word? No.<br />
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Do I have something to say? I've <a href="http://www.amazon.com/On-Road-Jack-Kerouac/dp/B004UZ7SQ0/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1376789128&sr=8-9&keywords=on+the+road+book" target="_blank">read</a> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Golden-Notebook-Novel-Doris-Lessing/dp/0061582484/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1376789769&sr=1-1&keywords=the+golden+notebook" target="_blank">books</a> that have <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Into-Wild-Jon-Krakauer/dp/0385486804/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1376789248&sr=1-1&keywords=into+the+wild" target="_blank">so much</a> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Walden-Henry-David-Thoreau/dp/1619493918/ref=pd_sim_b_12" target="_blank">to say</a> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jesuit-Guide-Almost-Everything-Spirituality/dp/0061432695/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1376789196&sr=1-1&keywords=jesuit+guide+to+almost+everything" target="_blank">about life</a> and are <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dharma-Bums-Jack-Kerouac/dp/0140042520/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1376789225&sr=1-1&keywords=dharma+bums" target="_blank">so good</a> that I feel like I demean language itself every time I start a blog post. I never say anything useful just going around in circles with these musings about life. But does everything have to have a price assigned to it?<br />
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I'll publish this and then decide tomorrow if it was worth taking the time to write or was a complete waste of time.<br />
<br />Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-29013196645821695592013-06-30T21:34:00.000-06:002013-06-30T21:37:26.597-06:00"Lean In" by Sheryl Sandberg<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lean-In-Women-Work-Will/dp/0385349947" target="_blank"><em>Lean In</em></a> by Sheryl Sandberg is a must-read for every working woman. Yeah, I've heard the criticisms of the book, some of which are mentioned in the interview below -- you're telling women the problem is with themselves, that women are not ambitious enough, etc., etc. But I believe Sandberg's message is an important one. I think she deals honestly with the internal and external obstacles that can hold women back from leadership positions, and she reiterates why it is important that women strive for these positions.<br />
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<a href="http://casnocha.com/2013/04/sadness-is-a-lucky-thing-to-feel.html" target="_blank">From Ben Casnocha</a>: "Wise people seem to know this: when bad shit happens to you, experience it. Don’t run from it. Don’t run from grief or pain or suffering. Accept it. Observe it. And then observe it leave your body, over time."<br />
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<a href="http://undefinedvalue.com/2013/04/29/death-numbers-and-risk" target="_blank">From Undefined Value</a>: <br />
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Your chance of being killed by a terrorist or a mass shooter or an airplane crash or flesh-eating bacteria or a meteor is almost equal to zero. These events are reported on the news because they <em>practically never</em> happen.<br />
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It is silly to worry about terrorists and mass shooters if you are using your mobile phone while driving, or are eating a lot of fast food. The latter activities might kill you; the former just don't happen often enough for any reasonable person to worry about them.</blockquote>
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On a lighter note, the <a href="http://livingelpaso.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Living El Paso blog</a> has had an string of interesting posts. I liked the <a href="http://livingelpaso.wordpress.com/2013/04/21/hello-day-cafe-a-new-favorite-of-mine-and-maybe-yours/" target="_blank">photo and review of Hello Day Café</a>, my new favorite lunch spot.<br />
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<br />Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-64706435942786691272013-04-06T18:02:00.000-06:002013-04-06T18:02:21.330-06:00RIP Roger EbertThe <a href="http://www.suntimes.com/news/metro/17320958-418/roger-ebert-dies-at-70-after-battle-with-cancer.html" target="_blank">news of Roger Ebert's death</a> was like a punch to the stomach this week. I emailed my coworker one word: "Wow." I've been following his work since "Siskel & Ebert" was in syndication in the mid-90s. Yes, I think I was one of the few pre-teen age fans of the show. <br />
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This may sound silly, but the intro to "Siskel & Ebert" may have had a little to do with my career choice. They looked like they were having the greatest time in the world writing (Ebert actually typing at a typewriter, ha ha), Siskel taking a cab in the big city, both of them seeing their faces on the side of trucks and reading their reviews at the newsstand.<br />
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It was in the late 2000s when I started reading <a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/" target="_blank">Ebert's blog</a>, and I was extremely impressed by the clarity of his writing about <a href="http://www.rogerebert.com/apps/pbcs.dll/section?category=greatmovies_intro" target="_blank">movies</a>, <a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2012/10/would_you_kill_baby_hitler.html" target="_blank">religion</a>, <a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2010/11/all_the_lonely_people.html" target="_blank">loneliness</a>, <a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2010/06/how_would_i_feel_if.html" target="_blank">racism</a> and <a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/cest-moi/memory-how-my-memoir-life-itse.html" target="_blank">life itself</a>. I was stunned watching a piece about Ebert on Oprah where he went through his daily routine as a person who could not eat, drink or speak. How did he seem so happy in his writing? How did he stay motivated to do *anything* after life had dealt him such a difficult hand?<br />
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In 2011 he wrote "<a href="http://www.salon.com/2011/09/15/roger_ebert/" target="_blank">I do not fear death</a>": "I believe that if, at the end, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do." Words to live by.Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-41021983773653304682013-02-17T15:04:00.002-07:002013-02-17T15:04:17.980-07:00Rules of journalism<a href="http://www.npr.org/2013/02/11/171702111/an-autopsy-of-detroit-finds-resilience-in-a-struggling-city" target="_blank">Detroit journalist Charles LeDuff's rules of journalism</a>:<br />
"There's two rules to this whole game called journalism: Get it right; and don't be boring. Because if you're boring, you're dead. I'll say it this way: [The] press is written into the Constitution like the judiciary, the executive and the legislative, except they didn't leave us any money. We have to find our own money to do it. So if people don't want to purchase your product, you're dead. So I like Borat; I like <em>Jackass</em>; I like Charles Kuralt; I like Colbert; I like <em>60 Minutes</em>. I like kitty cats and YouTube. Put them all together, shake it up, and give me something — give me something smart and give me something entertaining. That's my mantra."Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-1618081738147435472013-02-02T20:24:00.002-07:002013-02-02T20:24:28.660-07:00<a href="http://caterina.net/2013/01/31/conversation-in-a-cab-in-san-francisco/" target="_blank">Funniest thing I've read about the Super Bowl.</a>Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-47190182215057088602013-01-13T20:26:00.000-07:002013-01-13T20:26:18.449-07:00This week: <a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2013/01/theres-more-to-life-than-being-happy/266805/" target="_blank">Victor Frankl</a>, <a href="http://nymag.com/thecut/2013/01/elizabeth-wurtzel-on-self-help.html" target="_blank">Elizabeth Wurtzel</a> and "Stop This Train."<br />
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I want to stop being such a child about certain things.<br />
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I want to focus on doing things that interest and excite me.<br />
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I want to stop being fake.<br />
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I want to give more.<br />
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I want to know what the true meaning of joy is.<br />
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I want to find out what it really means to be a Christian.<br />
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I want to invite more friendships into my life.<br />
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I want to feel at peace about my decisions.Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-84657158829539378402013-01-01T19:07:00.001-07:002013-01-01T19:07:57.228-07:00New Year's DayIt's the first morning of the year. *Cold* morning, even just before 9 a.m. when the sun has had a little time to warm things up. I park my car in the work parking lot, one of the lucky few who gets to be there on New Year's Day. I close the door, grabbing my iPad, lunch, purse and water bottle. Suddenly I hear a loud voice from beyond the wall of the parking lot, "Happy New Year!" I can't see who it is exactly, but I smile and chuckle. Yes, it will be a happy new year, at work, I think sarcastically.<br />
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I get to the crosswalk and wait for the light. A black woman in grey sweats walks up to me. "Happy New Year!" she says again, with a smile. I get all shy and half-smile and mumble, "Happy new year." <br />
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"Are you going to work?" she asks me.<br />
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"Yeah," I respond. <br />
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"My name's Elizabeth," she says. I'm still looking at the light, waiting for it to change to the WALK signal.<br />
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"Can I have 75 cents?" she asks me. Ah, so this is what it's all about. But why the hell not? I look in my coin purse but don't see any quarters. I end up pulling a dollar out of my wallet. "Here you go," I say. Her eyes light up a little bit and she thanks me. Finally I go on my way.<br />
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It always surprises me that homeless people find things to smile about. And I, well, don't. True, I've dealt with some unpleasantness this holiday, getting a lovely Christmas flu and dealing with an erratic work schedule. But I can't deny I've had a rich Christmas, too, materially and otherwise. I literally got hundreds of dollars worth of gifts this year. I spent the holidays surrounded by my sisters and mom and dad and felt warm and comfortable knowing they love me.<br />
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It should be enough to put a smile on my face. But it's not. I'm not the one greeting people on the street with a smile on New Year's Day, instead I'm thinking about how unfair life is because I have to go to work when I wish I was in bed. Ugh. Maybe I should be the one thanking Elizabeth, for giving me a new perspective on the year.Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-7065006698603796542012-12-23T19:55:00.000-07:002012-12-23T19:55:21.113-07:00Top 10 favorite lists, 2012I've done this "year in media" retrospective almost every year since I started this blog. (Just for fun, here are <a href="http://annettesnotebook.blogspot.com/2010/12/favorite-things-i-watched-read-listened.html">2010</a>, <a href="http://annettesnotebook.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-10-favorite-lists-for-2009.html" target="_blank">2009</a>, <a href="http://annettesnotebook.blogspot.com/2007/12/top-10-favorite-lists-2007.html" target="_blank">2007</a>, <a href="http://annettesnotebook.blogspot.com/2006/12/top-10-lists-for-2006.html" target="_blank">2006</a>.) 2011 and 2008 were notable exceptions, as I was going pretty crazy with work and my thesis, respectively, at the end of those years. It's not really a top 10 list for this year per se, as most of these weren't even released this year, just a record of my favorite things viewed, read and heard this year.<br />
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<b>Movies</b><br />
Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Parts 1 and 2<br />
The Hunger Games<br />
The Way - best movie I've seen directed by Emilio Estevez<br />
Perfect Sense<br />
Biutiful<br />
Another Earth - really interesting sci-fi movie<br />
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close<br />
Bridesmaids<br />
Monsieur Lazhar - maybe the only French Canadian film I've ever seen?<br />
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<b>Books</b><br />
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins<br />
Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya<br />
The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer by Siddhartha Mukherjee - surprisingly readable and not too sad<br />
The Divine Conspiracy by Dallas Willard<br />
Fly Away Home by Jennifer Weiner - my foray into chick lit<br />
The First-Time Manager by Loren B. Belker and Gary S. Topchik - a lifesaver<br />
You Learn by Living by Eleanor Roosevelt<br />
Wild by Cheryl Strayed - thank you, Oprah, this was a good memoir<br />
The Geography of Bliss by Eric Weiner<br />
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<b>TV</b><br />
In Treatment, Season 3 - brilliant, per usual for this series<br />
Mad Men, Season 6<br />
Girls - uncomfortable viewing but in a good way<br />
Chopped - obsessed with this show<br />
Iron Chef Masters: Redemption<br />
Project Runway<br />
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<b>Music</b><br />
Charmer by Aimee Mann - try "Labrador," amazing duet "Living a Lie," and "Gumby"<br />
"Take My Breath Away" by Tuck and Patti - how had I never heard of them before?<br />
Bach by Anne-Marie McDermott<br />
"So Long" by Melody Gardot - amazing<br />
"Bartender" by The Royalty - so much fun<br />
"All the Rowboats" by Regina Spektor<br />
"City Love" by John Mayer<br />
"All Things Must Pass" by George Harrison<br />
"We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together" by Taylor Swift - lol<br />
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<b>Radio</b><br />
Fresh Air - Terry Gross is seriously my heroAnnettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-74833723820585134312012-12-23T18:34:00.001-07:002012-12-23T18:34:56.847-07:00SickSo I was just thinking this week about how lucky I am not to have gotten sick (other than with allergy-related ills) this season, and how fortunate not to have a cold on Christmas as has happened many a year before. And then...ugh, it started with a sore throat on Saturday morning, which I attributed to not taking my allergy medicine the night before. But by Saturday night I had chills and well, given how I felt today, with the hacking cough and simultaneous nasal congestion and runny nose, I am officially sick. Yuck.Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-42681095150181262222012-12-15T16:43:00.001-07:002012-12-15T16:46:02.501-07:00Bootsie, recovered<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My dog Bootsie had a tooth extraction this week that required her to be put under anesthesia. I was extremely nervous about this. A few years ago my aunt's Yorkie was put under anesthesia for a teeth cleaning and didn't wake up. My aunt's dog was not even as old as Bootsie, who is 11. <br />
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But there wasn't really an option not to do it, as the vet said the foul smell from Bootsie's mouth would continue and an infection might spread throughout her body if her tooth wasn't removed. I looked up the procedure on Google and it seemed safe, apart from a few horror stories.<br />
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I buried my nose in Bootsie's furry neck and kissed the top of her head the morning my mom took her to the vet. What would I do without Bootsie? The sight of Bootsie wagging her tail and her eyes lighting up when I get home from work makes me feel human again after a long day. There is no sight I'd rather see than Bootsie fetching her rope toy from her "toy chest" when she is excited, inviting you to play with her. In those moments I can believe there is such a thing as pure joy. When I have lied down on the carpet out of utter exhaustion it is Bootsie who comes to comfort me. Before I leave for work in the morning the last thing I do is run my hands through her black fur and look into her eyes. I love this dog. No, I don't think "love" is too strong a word. To think about losing her is just so hard to fathom.<br />
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I got home Thursday not having received a frantic call from my mother, and took this as a good sign she would be OK. I found her in her usual spot on the couch. Her eyes were scared and the fur around her face was all matted inside the white cone around her neck, but she was animated and above all alive. Oh, Bootsie, you are alive to see another day. Thank you, God.<br />
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This week I found myself asking, is it worth it to get so attached to an animal, only to see her decline and eventually die? What a tremendous grief it will be. On the other hand, thinking of all the good times I've had with Bootsie, every day we have with her is a gift. She has brought joy into our lives every day we have had her for 11 years. That's no way to live, to deny yourself an attachment simply because you fear losing it in the end. In the end we will have to let go, realizing she was never really ours to begin with, and her affection was something we never really deserved in the first place. But fortunately that day is not today, and there is time to enjoy every tail wag, every walk, every nap where Bootsie snuggles up next to you. I *heart* Bootsie.<br />
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Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-19859241243794916402012-12-09T18:44:00.001-07:002012-12-09T18:45:34.273-07:00Advice for 20-somethingsSome <a href="http://therumpus.net/2011/02/dear-sugar-the-rumpus-advice-column-64/" target="_blank">worthwhile advice</a> from none other than Cheryl Strayed, author of Oprah Book Club 2.0 pick "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wild-Found-Pacific-Crest-Oprahs/dp/0307592731/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1355103710&sr=8-1&keywords=cheryl+strayed" target="_blank">Wild</a>." Link via the ever-awesome <a href="http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2012/12/04/best-psychology-philosophy-books-2012/" target="_blank">Brain Pickings</a>:<br />
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Stop worrying about whether you’re fat. You’re not fat. Or rather, you’re sometimes a little bit fat, but who gives a s***?<br />
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Don’t lament so much about how your career is going to turn out. You don’t have a career. You have a life. Do the work. Keep the faith. Be true blue.<br />
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The useless days will add up to something. The s****y waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.<br />
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Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-42468603524766981352012-12-02T21:22:00.000-07:002012-12-02T21:22:18.463-07:00<a href="http://wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn" target="_blank">Definition of evanescence</a>: the event of fading and gradually vanishing from sight; "the evanescence of the morning mist"Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-74518577535659626972012-12-01T23:37:00.001-07:002012-12-01T23:37:28.305-07:00<a href="http://www.brainpickings.org/" target="_blank">So apparently there are still some good blogs on the Internet.</a>Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-33624741090389733282012-12-01T22:06:00.002-07:002012-12-01T22:06:32.325-07:00Allergy seasonI'm allergic to something in the air and it is causing some major annoyance this week.Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-86050550721519699442012-12-01T09:50:00.002-07:002012-12-01T09:50:44.873-07:00<a href="http://annecentral.blogspot.com/2012/11/i-have-lot-to-be-thankful-for-including.html" target="_blank">Anne..straight from the hip</a> describes an amazing Peter Gabriel concert:<br />
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"Just before 'In Your Eyes,' which we all knew was coming because he was playing
'So' in the same order as the album, <span style="color: #997f00;">John Cusack walked on stage, holding a boombox, paying homage to
the iconic scene in 'Say Anything.'</span> Total. Epic. Moment."<br />
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Wow.Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-48306689384196569212012-11-24T10:15:00.001-07:002012-11-24T10:18:54.689-07:00RIP Sherman HemsleyI was trying to recall this week how I remembered <a href="http://music.yahoo.com/news/hemsley-remembered-friends-family-funeral-212624148.html" target="_blank">Sherman Hemsley</a>, because it wasn't really from "The Jeffersons." I've seen an episode or two of that show, but it aired before I was born. Actually, I remember seeing him in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amen_(TV_series)" target="_blank">"Amen"</a> in the late '80s, when my mom would watch TV on Saturday nights and my sisters and I would watch along as my mom wound our hair around pink rollers. Funny how even now I can remember Hemsley's mannerisms, his voice, and all the laughs that he got. In that sense I know he will live on for a long, long time.<br />
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I did find it interesting that a famous actor would want to live in El Paso. According to <a href="http://www.elpasotimes.com/news/ci_22045550/sherman-hemsleys-friends-fans-remember-star-love-laughter" target="_blank">this article</a>, he told a friend, "I'm from Philadelphia, but El Paso is my home." It's a great compliment for the city that he found it so welcoming.Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277472102675871284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645487.post-81862559849036465312012-11-18T12:03:00.000-07:002012-11-18T12:09:35.040-07:00GivingSo there I was outside of church on Sunday, driving away after hearing another sermon from the book of Luke. I was in my car waiting as two women, an older woman in a purple sweater and a woman with dark hair who looked in her 40s, were walking on the sidewalk and I was waiting for them to cross. These women looked like they were from the neighborhood, not from the yuppie-ish demographic church that I go to.<br />
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Then for some reason the women walked into the parking lot, until they reached my window and motioned for me to roll the window down.<br />
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"¿Cab-les?" the younger woman said in Spanish, making a downward motion with both her hands. I could see her gold-outlined front tooth as she spoke.<br />
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Cab-les? Cables?<br />
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"¿Hablas español?" she asked. I would describe my Spanish as a work-in-progress. But when she asked I told her what I always tell people.<br />
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<em>"</em>Poquito," I said with an apologetic look. "Battery?" I said. I was thinking they wanted me to jump start the car.<br />
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"Sí," the younger woman said. <br />
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"Pero no tengo cab-les. Sí tiene?"<br />
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"Sí, está bien." I assumed that meant she had cables?<br />
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"OK, sí puedo ayudar," I said.<br />
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I crawled behind the women as they walked over to the car in their Central El Paso neighborhood, about half a block away. I made a U-turn until I was nose to nose with a white car, 90s model, with its hood up.<br />
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It took me a couple minutes to figure out how to pop the hood. The younger woman set up the other car then brought over the clamps. The red port on mine had some build up on it but eventually the clamp was on tight. <br />
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I turned the key and the engine revved to life. A couple of minutes later the white car's engine revived. I could see the belts spinning.<br />
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<em>Así esta bien</em>? I asked the younger woman. The older woman was standing to the side. It seemed like this might be her car.<br />
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<em>Sí. Muy amable</em>, she said. She unhooked the cables. The car continued to run.<br />
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I knew I wouldn't be able to formulate anything else meaningful to say in under two minutes. So I just smiled, waved goodbye then drove away.<br />
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I found this incident so strange, because it seemed fateful, and I tend not to believe in such things. <br />
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I've been wrestling with this idea of giving lately. I like to think I'm good to the people in my life. I try to show my family, my friends and my boyfriend I appreciate them. I try to be nice and not a pain in the rear to my coworkers. Not that I always succeed, but I do try.<br />
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But I always feel there is a missing puzzle piece to the giving I do in my life. I should be doing something more. Feeding the homeless. Giving to a missionary. Spending time with poor children. Sending money to help victims of Hurricane Sandy. But I confess I don't do it. Am I hard-hearted because I don't go looking for these causes? Am I just lazy? Have I become <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+16%3A19-31&version=NIV" target="_blank">the rich ruler, ignoring Lazarus day after day, year after year</a>?<br />
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I prayed to God recently to show me where I can help.<br />
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And God speaks. And I am surprised.<br />
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I think the truth is, as this incident so clearly illustrated, even in my so-called insular life there is no shortage of people I encounter who could use some help. And I have the choice of whether to open my heart to offer that help or not. I could easily have told that woman to buzz off, or pretended I didn't know Spanish. <br />
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The right choice this time was clear as the morning sun. This incident happened moments after I stepped out of church, literally about 15 minutes after I received the holy communion. If there is such a thing as a church afterglow, I had it. But would I respond the same way if I was leaving the parking lot at work after a long day? At that point would I, exhausted, just not roll down the window and drive away? I think that tends to be my attitude toward giving -- sometimes I'm willing to do it, sometimes I'm not.<br />
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Another question -- am I so unwilling to take the initiative with giving that someone literally has to block my car for me to help them? What could I do if I took the initiative, if I approached giving with the aggressiveness I do when I take on a project at work, and drill down to every last detail? I imagine I'd find I could do more than I ever thought possible.<br />
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But I do think that giving should come from the heart. It should feel like something you do because you are responding to what you feel God has asked you to do, not like a business transaction.<br />
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I don't know quite what the lesson is but I think it has something to do with being open and seeing opportunities. Sometimes I fear if I give too much of my time, money and energy I'll be left depleted and not have enough for myself. The fear of discomfort also makes me hesitate. After all, someone might ask me to break out my broken Spanish. But surely I am not in such a tight place that I can't afford to be generous. The closed fist needs to open. Day by day, opportunity by opportunity, I can put aside my fears and choose to give. Now is the time to do this, not the day when I am suddenly blessed with endless time and endless money, because that day will never come.<br />
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