Tag: pedantry
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Coworker’s birthday at a local pub. I am overdressed. Low-key by city standards, but too done-up for here. Enough so that I’m offered a gin and tonic while everyone else at the table has beer. I decline. We talk work and foreign language pronunciations and how we came to be here. Either you were born…
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A Friday night fete. I end up trapped at the kitchen table with new colleagues who want to get philosophical and chummy. Very chummy. I am sober. Very sober. And I am the only woman left. Things get awkward. I wait until a broken wine glass provides a convenient distraction and I run out the…
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Dear 2010, I’ve had your bags packed and waiting by the door for weeks now, but you haven’t been taking the hint. I don’t think I can make the fact that you’ve overstayed your welcome any clearer. Photo by hellojenuine To put it inelegantly, you’ve kicked the crap out of me on just about every…
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Last week, I lost my glasses. Hunted high, low and everywhere in between. Not in my purse. Not in my bedroom. Not in either of the cars (visiting the parents, I’m not fancy like that on my own). Not on my head. It wasn’t even like I was rocking Oakley or Ray-Ban shades; these cost…
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This week, I went through some old messages on a forum I used to frequent with the intent of scrapping them before the site itself closed up shop. But I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t hit delete and wipe ’em out permanently. There’s something to be said for a paper trail, ya know? Heck, I still…
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Friday Philosophizing comes early this week! I ask open-ended questions. You answer. There will be tea, but not Earl Grey because that’s just wrong. Photo by dragonflysky
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I don’t read or follow anyone who’s big in the personal development/motivation/entrepreneurship/social media spheres. Don’t read their blogs, couldn’t name their books, aren’t intrigued by their ideas and interested in subscribing to their newsletters, don’t follow ’em on Twitter, have only the vaguest idea of what TED is about (People giving speeches about how to…
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So, I was discussing a piece I glanced over for a friend last night and I realized that the point she was making in her analysis was exactly what I was grappling with in terms of my own writing/social media presence/artfully constructed persona – where does performance end and unintended self revelation begin and just…
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I am not very good at waiting. Never have been. And lately, I’ve been doing a lot of waiting. A lot. Boomerangs that I’ve tossed out and now it’s up to the universe to return them. Photo by Bondseye I wasn’t one of those kids who kicked the back of the seat and kept asking,…
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I remember telling a friend years ago that she lived life as it were a movie and she were the star and the rest of the world were just extras inserted to fill in the background of a given scene (I’ve become a much better friend since those days, obviously). I was reminded of this…
Generation Meh 