Monthly Archives: January 2008

Providence and the writing game

Jen’s The Writing Game has it’s own home now. The latest round of stories were posted today. I want to call attention to one, because based on the screen name, you might not know who wrote it.

Head on over and read Providence by Darcy. Incredible, incredible. You won’t regret it.


Filed under Friends, Writing

So, maybe …

Your Score: Modern, Cool Nerd
82 % Nerd, 52% Geek, 17% Dork

For The Record:

A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.
You scored better than half in Nerd and Geek, earning you the title of: Modern, Cool Nerd.

Nerds didn’t use to be cool, but in the 90’s that all changed. It used to be that, if you were a computer expert, you had to wear plaid or a pocket protector or suspenders or something that announced to the world that you couldn’t quite fit in. Not anymore. Now, the intelligent and geeky have eked out for themselves a modicum of respect at the very least, and “geek is chic.” The Modern, Cool Nerd is intelligent, knowledgable and always the person to call in a crisis (needing computer advice/an arcane bit of trivia knowledge). They are the one you want as your lifeline in Who Wants to Be a Millionaire (or the one up there, winning the million bucks)!



Link: The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test written by donathos on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test
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So, I’m wondering. Instead of The Geek Girl’s Guide to Cheerleading, we should’ve called it: The Modern Cool Nerd’s Guide to Cheerleading?

Doesn’t have the same ring to it, does it?


Filed under Quizzes

Of birthdays

 So, both Anno and Jen were curious about what a golden birthday is. I’m not sure where I picked up the term (probably way back in the day at elementary school), but it’s when your age matches your birth date. For instance, my golden birthday was my eleventh.

Kyra has revised her plan to get her piers eared. She’s looking at the ripe old age of seven for that, since I’ve explained the “pierced” part of pierced ears.

Yesterday, we attended a birthday party for a boy in her class. It was held at a tapas bar and restaurant in Uptown, the funky/trendy part of Minneapolis. This seemed a little odd for a six-year-old’s party. But then, so does scheduling five hours at Chuck E. Cheese, so I was like–whatever.

Before we left yesterday, Kyra filled in the missing link. The party was being held there because the family owns the restaurant.

Oh. All becomes clear.

And it was funky and fun. They closed off the bar area for the party, had lots of games and music. Hot dogs for the kids. For the adults, green apples and Spanish cheese drizzled with honey served with prosciutto and crusty bread. Later, they brought out paella. (You foodies, you would’ve gone nuts, I’m telling you.)

It was all very eclectic and funky and fun. Kyra won a round of hot potato and got to chose a prize (above and beyond the goodie bag the kids take home). Andrew ate four hot dogs and was still hungry.

Good time = had by all.

In two weeks, Kyra attends a princess birthday party where one is requested to wear one’s princess dress. The excitement is already mounting. I’m telling you, I may not have a social life, but my kids certainly do.


Filed under Kids

In which I cook Jen’s Chicken Rose

So, I tried Jen’s Chicken Rose yesterday. It looked so simple, plus had the added bonus of mix it all together and stick it in the oven preparation. That’s my kind of cooking. My first clue all would not be as simple as all that was a distinct lack of artichoke hearts at the grocery store.

Oh, sure there were some artichokes in the produce section. But no frozen artichoke hearts. I zipped all over the store–it’s the sort of place where you can find esoteric organic stuff, so I figured somewhere there’d be artichoke hearts. Instead, I found Brussels sprouts.

No kidding. I probably missed the whole memo on the Brussels sprout, but from what I saw yesterday, they are the cool vegetable of 2008. Multiple frozen varieties (with butter sauce, without, baby Brussels sprouts, and so on). A whole bunch in the produce section, including organic, individually-wrapped packets of six Brussels sprouts, for when you’re feeling pretentious.

So I went with the canned artichoke hearts (insert collective foodie gasp here).

I subsequently cut my thumb on the can’s edge (insert collective foodie schadenfreude here).

I was reaching for the soy sauce when I realized: we had none. Yeah, and I was just at the store, and I should’ve checked. Thing is, Andrew loves soy sauce, so we almost always have a spare bottle. Today? Not so much. What did I do?

I found a handful of Chinese takeout soy sauce packets and used those. Back in the day, we’d call that “field expedient.” (Insert second collective foodie gasp here.)

The rest of the meal prep was fairly uneventful. I couldn’t find our rice cooker. I suspect it ran off with the loaf pan I couldn’t find a few weeks ago. As long as they’re happy. I’ve told the wok to relay the message that we’ll welcome them back into the fold like the prodigal cookware they are. (For the record, I simply made rice in a pot. It worked.)

The dinner was pretty good. I thought the sauce was tasty, even with the field expedient soy sauce. My cut thumb is nearly healed. This morning we had frozen chocolate chip waffles for breakfast. 

So, yeah. Things are back to normal.


Filed under Cooking (disasters)

piers eared

So, the Marvelous Miss B, for her sixth birthday, which happens to be her “golden” birthday (a fact she’s well aware of) would like something special. She would like her piers eared.

Or, as it’s more commonly known, pierced ears.

I told her it hurts, like getting a shot, and that made her pause. Right now, I’m not sure if we sat her in the chair and she got a gander at the ear piercing gun, if she’d want to go through with getting piers eared. It’s kind of scary.

In other news: it’s really cold here. It’s so cold, we’ve had a serious run on the hot beverages at work. I went to make a cup of tea the other day and found maybe three flavors (out of the twenty or so you can find either on the little rack or by rifling through the cabinet, not that I’d ever do that).

I’m pleased to report that we’ve been restocked. Last year, when Andrew came to bring-your-child-to-work day, he was seriously impressed by the free hot beverage concept. More accurately, he was impressed by the free hot chocolate. I think he drank at least five cups. After he was hopped up on sugar and caffeine, I dropped him off at the activities for kids in the second floor conference room and felt no remorse.

In fact, the last time we visited the Children’s Museum, he wanted to stop in at my work and get a cup of free hot chocolate.

So, clearly, he was impressed with free hot chocolate. My actual job? Eh. Not so much. And that was after I showed him the awesome XML editor we write in.

Go figure.


Filed under Kids, Misc

The third draft stares back

If you stare into the Abyss long enough the Abyss stares back at you. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Replace Abyss with Third Draft and you pretty much have my current state of mind.

While I was reading through the manuscript, I had the incredible brainstorm to use index cards to make notes on changes that went beyond editing on the page. During the process, I thought, hey, this is great. I’m getting some fantastic stuff here.

After? Well, maybe you should be the judge. Can you make heads or tails out of:

  • Chapter end — ?
  • Page 100, meeting Mr. Scott re-look and edit
  • Page 122 psychology of place in the locker room
  • Page 145, rethink bowling as church
  • Page 152, after at the swimming practice, re-look
  • Page 184, need MacKenna’s essay – here or somewhere

Oh, yeah. That was a helpful exercise. You know you’re in trouble when you’re advising yourself to re-look and edit (no duh, I could say that about every scene) and adding detail “here or somewhere.”

Clearly, I have my work cut out for me.


Filed under Writing

I can has conzert tix?

So, I mentioned a long while back that I was going to try to get concert tickets to Hannah Montana. Now, even though I am completely aware of the pop cultural phenomenon that is Hannah Montana, I didn’t realize how difficult it would be to get tickets.

Or, as it turned out, impossible, since they were all sold out before they went on sale.

Or pretty much. Between the early fan club sale and the ticket brokers, there wasn’t a Hannah Montana ticket for love or money. Or rather, there was for money–lots of money, as in hundreds and even thousands of dollars per ticket.

So. We didn’t go to the concert. I explained the situation to the kids, who were less upset than morally outraged.

But that’s not today. No, it’s not Hannah Montana, but her opening act, The Jonas Brothers who are now headlining their own tour.

So, there I was, logged into Ticketmaster, clicking refresh like crazy until noon rolled around. Dude, I scored some seriously sweet seats. In about a month, Andrew, Kyra, and I will head to downtown Minneapolis and the Target Center to see The Jonas Brothers. On a school night, which I’m sure I’ll live to regret, but whatever.

My inner thirteen-year-old would like to announce the news in this manner:

ZOMG!!!111 The JOnas Brothers!!!!!11111


Yeah, we know we’re not really Green Day, but gawd, we’d love to be.

What the heck, I want to announce the news in that manner:

ZOMG!!!111 The JOnas Brothers!!!!!11111


Filed under Kids, Misc