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Updates

A couple of quick updates:

I’ve added a few things to my sidebar. I’m trying out NeoWORX‘s iPhone app. That’s the iPhone-looking thingy on the side. There are various buttons that list who is looking or has looked at the site, stats, and a chat option. Not sure how I feel about it, but it’s kind of cute. They are the people who make the interactive maps that I usually have on my site.

I fixed the subscriptions, and now rather than a button there is a simple box on the sidebar that only does one thing: it accepts an e-mail address that will get a copy of my posts whenever I write them. Subscribe at will. For those geeky enough to have an RSS feed, click the coffee cup.

You may notice the word “translate” above each post. If you click on it, it will allow an instant translation of this page into about 20 languages I think. I’m not sure how good the translations are, but it’s powered by Google translate.

At the end of all my posts (you have to click on the title to see this whoops you don’t they’re right there) there is a link for sharing the individual post. I honestly don’t give a rat’s behind about whether or not you share my crap with your friends (so long as they don’t stalk me). You can see I gave up and went ad-free a few years back, so clicks don’t make any difference to me anymore. But, I occasionally like to put a post up on Facebook, which allows me to avoid talking to people as they can READ what I’ve been up to lately. So I’ve added these buttons to save myself a step. This allows me to avoid three clicks and a login (think of the calories conserved!), and makes it easy for you to share posts about my boring life with as many people as you like.

That’s about it. Just thought I’d mention it. Also, you can translate my blog into Swahili — how cool is that?

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Twenty-Five Things You PROBABLY Don’t Know About Me

25. I have a terrible soft spot for fluffy things, and particularly love “flat” things because they remind me of how my favorite dog in childhood used to lay with his legs backward. I was a slave to Tare Panda in Japan.

24. I’ve been secretly obsessed with art ever since a Picasso (blue period) I saw in a museum in London moved me to tears.

23. I also have a very bad sense of humor, and my first web page had a link to a website of farting dogs. You had to mouse-over the dogs to make them fart. I loved it and it always made me laugh.

22. When I was in junior high, I wanted to have four kids and to be a writer some day.

21. The idea to live overseas came to me the first time I learned to meditate in prayer when I was 9.

20. I feel terribly guilty about having more money or more things than other people. This does not stop me from trying to accumulate both.

19. I have an obsession with popping zits. I cannot explain this.

18. If I were a little less balanced and a little more militant, I would be an eco-soldier, because natural beauty moves me so deeply I cannot even explain it. If I am too far removed from nature, I always fall into a deep depression. Conversely, working with dirt, hiking or getting outside almost always makes me feel better.

17. I secretly believe in life on other planets (well, not so secretly now, I suppose). I simply believe the logic is there; space is too big to be totally empty. However, I accept that “life” might consist entirely of members of the roach family, whereupon I would spray that extraterrestrial life with the best bug-killer money could buy.

16. When I got lonely overseas, I actually cared for the spiders and geckos living in my house. I had multiple spiders missing a leg or two that I cultivated. When I left, however, I forgot about them until the next teacher moved in. She spent one terrified night in the middle of the house, huddled with her 5-year-old and a babysitter, with spiders in every corner. She did her best to exterminate them. When she told me, I acted sympathetic, but in truth I was extremely sad about the loss of my arachnid pets, and I did not tell her I had let them live inside on purpose.

15. I hate bicycling. I cannot explain why, but I do; however, I still go biking for “fun” with others.

14. I don’t really like candy. If it isn’t chocolate or doesn’t have frosting, it really doesn’t interest me.

13. By the time I met my husband, I had decided I never wanted to get married. Perversely, the man I was dating wanted to marry me, and I was still dating him when my husband decided he wanted to marry me too. This just goes to show the absolute perversity of men.

12. I love quilts, but I absolutely abhor quilting. I don’t mind sewing, but quilting makes me want to stab myself with something sharp.

11. I am not afraid of tarantulas, and don’t mind most creepy-crawlies so long as they don’t surprise me. I loathe cockroaches.

10. I once ate a fish while it was still alive, pretty much on a dare. As an added bonus, it had poisonous spines, which I had to rip out with my teeth.

9. I felt like I had bad karma for many weeks after this incident.

8. I am also somewhat superstitious.

7. When Marti met me, I had been doing yoga for two years and could wrap my legs around my head.

6. I think this might be why I was getting multiple marriage proposals.

5. No matter how many things I learn, I never feel “smart” enough. This often makes me obnoxious, as I try to show people I am not dumb.

4. I am, at heart, painfully shy, and being in a crowd can sometimes actually cause me physical pain.

3. For some reason, I often feel ashamed if I do not understand some nuance about another person’s culture or customs. See #5.

2. I love people very deeply, which is why I tend to have a few, very close friends rather than a wide circle.

1. If I could be other than who I am, I would be a very fluffy people-person who could talk to anyone. I also make fun of these kinds of people, while I secretly envy them.

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Letting Go

Tuesday, if all goes well, we will sign off on the sale of our home here in central Tucson. It’s hard to put down into words how I feel about this, but let’s just say that I am very much looking forward to Tuesday.

I’ve chronicled in this blog some of the reverse culture shock that I felt when I moved back to the US from Japan — my inability to look at people in the eye during a job interview (considered rude in Japan); my struggle to “re-learn” English; my frustration at certain cultural challenges (diet, cars) that makes it hard to lead a healthy lifestyle. But, there was and is a part of me that wants to buy into being a citizen of my own country and acting like everyone else.  So, after Ben was born, we bought a new car and then a house — otherwise known as fulfilling the American “dream.”

The American Nightmare

It entertains me to see the number of articles about how “homeownership isn’t all that great” now that the housing market has crashed, but just five years ago someone writing an article about that would have been lost in the shuffle to buy, buy, buy. The idea that homeownership somehow changed standard of living rippled through government at all levels, and we saw janitors and hamburger flippers signing on the dotted line to buy a place of their very own.  We bought a few years before the general frenzy, in 2002, but were greatly encouraged by our friends and family to “buy as much house as we could afford.” more »

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