...but I'm working on it!
Last summer, I decided to start vlogging. To vlog is to make video blogs, and I thought I'd give it a whirl. It was fun and I liked it, and intended to keep going, but I got a little sidetracked....and the last vlog I made was last autumn. Before Thanksgiving.
Oops.
The problem was that I started to blog about then! And so my topics got kinda used up in the typing...besides, blogging took about 1/3 the time of vlogging (what with the recording, editing, uploading, tagging, and posting business), not to mention that I felt more connected with people that way.
But the truth is, I've missed it this whole time. And heck, I've had a couple of vlogs floating around in my head now for almost 11 months, still unrecorded! So, I'm'a try to get back on the vlogging horse.
About a month and a half ago, I sat down to record a vlog. I did the whole bit, made sure the camera wasn't at an angle that you could see up my nose or anything, hit 'record,' talked about what I was gonna talk about, etc., then hit "stop", saved it, opened up my video editor....
And there was no sound.
None.
So then there was another problem. And I've looked into it and made calls and searched troubleshooting issues and it appears that my laptop's mic is just dead, and there's nothing that can be done about it.
So there's that.
But, there's also an easy solution! Which is why I'm ordering an external mic today. And why, once it arrives, I'll be making videos again and posting them here every now and then, in leu of text blogs.
So get ready.
The end.
Today's whiteboard quote:
"The greatest good you can do for another is not just share your riches, but to reveal to him his own."
~Benjamin Disraeili
ps: I have exciting news. I'm sitting on it right now, getting more and more happy about the whole thing until I'll explode and you'll see the new bits of excitement that exploded me all over the place on my blog. Sounds appetizing, huh? Well that's cause it is. C out.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Toasted (one side only)
Note to self:
When you go to the beach on an early Sunday morning to beat the crowds and unhealthy UV rayage that abounds around midday, it would behoove you to remember that you are of a constitution in which you tan when you look at a picture of the sun.
Therefore, if you assume that, since there is a significant amount of cloud cover over the shoreline, it will be fine to forego your ordinary SPF 70 application ritual,
...it may be a good idea to NOT lie on your stomach for the entire two hour span talking to your boyfriend (wearing only a hoodie over your bathing suit).
When you do this, you will pay the consequences of realizing in the car, during the drive home, that only the back side of your legs are now 3.7 shades darker than the rest of your body.
You look as if you've stood in front of the fireplace too long honey.
Just a little singed.
Today's whiteboard quote:
"Dreams do not vanish, so long as people do not abandon them." ~Phantom F. Harlock
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Loosen Up My Buttons Baby...
I have exciting news.
After much arduous labor and lower backaches from hours of staring at my computer screen, arguing with GIMP (I won in the end), the buttons are ready! (yay!)
Please take them! Put them on your blog! I would adore you if you did! (I already adore lots of you, so you don't have far to go...)
Without further ado, here are my bundles of buttony joy:
My A Luminous Life (life coaching) button!
...and my Luminous Blog button!
Thanks very much, in advance! If you post one, please comment and let me know so I can thank you with lots of virtual smooches!
Oh, and by the way, happy Friday!
Today's whiteboard quote:
"The state we call realization is simply being oneself, not knowing anything or becoming anything."
~Sri Ramana Maharshi
After much arduous labor and lower backaches from hours of staring at my computer screen, arguing with GIMP (I won in the end), the buttons are ready! (yay!)
Please take them! Put them on your blog! I would adore you if you did! (I already adore lots of you, so you don't have far to go...)
Without further ado, here are my bundles of buttony joy:
My A Luminous Life (life coaching) button!
...and my Luminous Blog button!
Thanks very much, in advance! If you post one, please comment and let me know so I can thank you with lots of virtual smooches!
Oh, and by the way, happy Friday!
Today's whiteboard quote:
"The state we call realization is simply being oneself, not knowing anything or becoming anything."
~Sri Ramana Maharshi
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Bamboozled!
Let me introduce you to a couple of friends of mine.
Crystal,
and David.
These two I have known for years and years, and we all used to go out to Market Street together. Once in a while they forced me to watch a terrible reality show (or 24, which wasn't all that appetizing either when they were both glued to the set shushing my every word as I had no clue what was going on and asked questions), so I painted my toenails instead.
Crystal, sorry for letting Babbs smell my used polish-remover cottonballs.
She seemed like she really wanted to. And I didn't know that bulldogs could make faces like that.
It was totally worth it.
Crystal's awesomeness comes from the fact that once, in a 2:30am packed downtown Orlando parking garage, as a reaction to a huge SUV of roided-up guys giving her a hard time about letting them into the car line, Crystal gunned it and introduced their big pompous SUV bumper to her smaller-but-badass Eclipse one. And I quote: "Hope you have insurance, *****!" How can you not love her.
David's awesomeness comes from his crazy poker skills. He put himself through his master's degree by playing online. Yes, it's amazing. And he's going to Vegas soon and I get part of anything he wins over $25K (come on green! sure I know that's not poker, but it's all the same to me). Or so he says. If he comes home with 30 grand in his pocket, I doubt I'll see any of it. Besides I think I owe him the price of a small boat because of all the months I lived with him rent-free after grad school (it's, um, in the mail?...) so it all evens out in the end.
Anyway, now that I live across the country, I have a relationship with this couple that consists of mostly snarky (but good-natured) facebook comments and the occasional text message.
Until yesterday.
Yesterday they took our relationship to a whole new level.
Have you ever heard of a site called www.prankdial.com?
Apparently they have.
And that explains yesterday's post. (as I found out in a phone call from Crystal a few hours after hitting the "Publish" button, in a conversation where I MAY have almost peed my pants from insane laughter...)
Guys, touché.
It may not be today, and it may not be tomorrow, but don't you worry.
I will have my revenge....
Today's whiteboard quote:
"It is not what you say you believe that is important, but what you model, encourage, reward and let happen."
~Patricia Fripp
Crystal,
These two I have known for years and years, and we all used to go out to Market Street together. Once in a while they forced me to watch a terrible reality show (or 24, which wasn't all that appetizing either when they were both glued to the set shushing my every word as I had no clue what was going on and asked questions), so I painted my toenails instead.
Crystal, sorry for letting Babbs smell my used polish-remover cottonballs.
She seemed like she really wanted to. And I didn't know that bulldogs could make faces like that.It was totally worth it.
Crystal's awesomeness comes from the fact that once, in a 2:30am packed downtown Orlando parking garage, as a reaction to a huge SUV of roided-up guys giving her a hard time about letting them into the car line, Crystal gunned it and introduced their big pompous SUV bumper to her smaller-but-badass Eclipse one. And I quote: "Hope you have insurance, *****!" How can you not love her.
David's awesomeness comes from his crazy poker skills. He put himself through his master's degree by playing online. Yes, it's amazing. And he's going to Vegas soon and I get part of anything he wins over $25K (come on green! sure I know that's not poker, but it's all the same to me). Or so he says. If he comes home with 30 grand in his pocket, I doubt I'll see any of it. Besides I think I owe him the price of a small boat because of all the months I lived with him rent-free after grad school (it's, um, in the mail?...) so it all evens out in the end.
Anyway, now that I live across the country, I have a relationship with this couple that consists of mostly snarky (but good-natured) facebook comments and the occasional text message.
Until yesterday.
Yesterday they took our relationship to a whole new level.
Have you ever heard of a site called www.prankdial.com?
Apparently they have.
And that explains yesterday's post. (as I found out in a phone call from Crystal a few hours after hitting the "Publish" button, in a conversation where I MAY have almost peed my pants from insane laughter...)
Guys, touché.It may not be today, and it may not be tomorrow, but don't you worry.
I will have my revenge....
Today's whiteboard quote:
"It is not what you say you believe that is important, but what you model, encourage, reward and let happen."
~Patricia Fripp
A Price On His Head....
I'm putting a hit out.
Anyone who wants to take care of this certain individual for me, I will pay you one gazillion trillion infinity thousand dollars.
Let me explain.
Yesterday, at about five minutes til closin' time, as I was packing up my laptop and shutting down my other computer, my cell phone rang. Ordinarily I don't answer if I don't recognize the number (if it's important, they'll leave a message), but for some strange reason, I chose to pick up. Since it was the Orlando area code, I thought that perhaps it was someone I knew who'd changed their number or something.
Big mistake.
So I answer, and here's the conversation that ensued between me (C) and the annoying crazy caller individual (J, as in jackass....)
C: Hello?
J: Good evening, this is whoeverhewas from whateverrandomandshadycompanyhewascallinginbehalfof.
note: this was about 7:00pm, eastern time (which is where he would have assumed I was, judging by my area code. How rude!)
C: Hi, how are you?
J: I'm well, thank you. I'm calling from a company that specializes in technical support for all types of computer and electronic equipment. Are you in any need of any technical support?
C: No, actually, I think I'm fine, but thanks anyway.
J: Are you sure? Because we've been awarded in areas of blahblahblahbullcacablahblahblah....
C: Um, actually nope, I just don't have any technical issues that I need help with. But.Thanks.
J: Alright, so I will go ahead and charge your phone with $15-
C: -no. What? Why?
J: For the technical support.
C: But you called me! I didn't use your service-
J: Madam, I understand you are very frustrate. But there's nothing I can do.
note: Strike one, this charging b.s. in the first place. Strike two, calling me madam. Oh no. And strike three, using bad grammar. Yes, he did say frustrate. Don't get me started. In case you're wondering, he also had quite a strong accent, which I'm just putting in there to complete the picture. I won't say which accent, there's no sense in that. But it did make the whole thing a lot more frustrating because I could only mostly understand him.
C: Okay fine, I'll just stop payment on the charge when it comes through. Thanks. click. (well, not really since I just closed my phone but you get the idea.)
"There's nothing I can do" ?!?!
What?
I'm sorry, I was assuming that since HE was the one who called my number off of who-knows-WHAT list and told me I was getting charged for some ridiculous made-up service, I figured that there would be "something he could do."
AAAAAARRRGGHHDIRTYROTTENSONOFABISCUITEATERAAAAUUUUURRGGGHH!
So I called up my good buddies at Verizon and told them about it, and if some random charge does show up, there's a note in my file and we'll cancel that bad boy right on out.
Insane!
And ridiculous. Come on, if you're gonna scam me, at least be smart about it.
The end.
Today's whiteboard quote:
"Never bend your head. Hold it high. Look the world in the eye."
~Hellen Keller
ps: Oh, and by the way, the number was 407-767-2977. Any of my Orlando buddies, don't answer this call. Any of my other buddies, lurkers or no, if you want to avenge me and all of the other folks these people have called, or if you want to just blow off some steam after a hard day, call those folks and let the bad words fly. Or if you want to report them to the CIA or FBI or X-files, be my guest.
Actually, if this dude, and his co-workers (if he has any) spends all day doing that, and making people feel like I did, and cheating folks, then I don't need to lift a finger. I'm sure getting hate sent at you via mind bullets all day (anyone who gets the mind bullet reference gets 50 points, btw) will rack up enough bad energy to do much worse than anything I could think up. Karma, J. Karma.
Anyone who wants to take care of this certain individual for me, I will pay you one gazillion trillion infinity thousand dollars.
Let me explain.
Yesterday, at about five minutes til closin' time, as I was packing up my laptop and shutting down my other computer, my cell phone rang. Ordinarily I don't answer if I don't recognize the number (if it's important, they'll leave a message), but for some strange reason, I chose to pick up. Since it was the Orlando area code, I thought that perhaps it was someone I knew who'd changed their number or something.
Big mistake.
So I answer, and here's the conversation that ensued between me (C) and the annoying crazy caller individual (J, as in jackass....)
C: Hello?
J: Good evening, this is whoeverhewas from whateverrandomandshadycompanyhewascallinginbehalfof.
note: this was about 7:00pm, eastern time (which is where he would have assumed I was, judging by my area code. How rude!)
C: Hi, how are you?
J: I'm well, thank you. I'm calling from a company that specializes in technical support for all types of computer and electronic equipment. Are you in any need of any technical support?
C: No, actually, I think I'm fine, but thanks anyway.
J: Are you sure? Because we've been awarded in areas of blahblahblahbullcacablahblahblah....
C: Um, actually nope, I just don't have any technical issues that I need help with. But.Thanks.
J: Alright, so I will go ahead and charge your phone with $15-
C: -no. What? Why?
J: For the technical support.
C: But you called me! I didn't use your service-
J: Madam, I understand you are very frustrate. But there's nothing I can do.
note: Strike one, this charging b.s. in the first place. Strike two, calling me madam. Oh no. And strike three, using bad grammar. Yes, he did say frustrate. Don't get me started. In case you're wondering, he also had quite a strong accent, which I'm just putting in there to complete the picture. I won't say which accent, there's no sense in that. But it did make the whole thing a lot more frustrating because I could only mostly understand him.
C: Okay fine, I'll just stop payment on the charge when it comes through. Thanks. click. (well, not really since I just closed my phone but you get the idea.)
"There's nothing I can do" ?!?!
What?
I'm sorry, I was assuming that since HE was the one who called my number off of who-knows-WHAT list and told me I was getting charged for some ridiculous made-up service, I figured that there would be "something he could do."
AAAAAARRRGGHHDIRTYROTTENSONOFABISCUITEATERAAAAUUUUURRGGGHH!
So I called up my good buddies at Verizon and told them about it, and if some random charge does show up, there's a note in my file and we'll cancel that bad boy right on out.
Insane!
And ridiculous. Come on, if you're gonna scam me, at least be smart about it.
The end.
Today's whiteboard quote:
"Never bend your head. Hold it high. Look the world in the eye."
~Hellen Keller
ps: Oh, and by the way, the number was 407-767-2977. Any of my Orlando buddies, don't answer this call. Any of my other buddies, lurkers or no, if you want to avenge me and all of the other folks these people have called, or if you want to just blow off some steam after a hard day, call those folks and let the bad words fly. Or if you want to report them to the CIA or FBI or X-files, be my guest.
Actually, if this dude, and his co-workers (if he has any) spends all day doing that, and making people feel like I did, and cheating folks, then I don't need to lift a finger. I'm sure getting hate sent at you via mind bullets all day (anyone who gets the mind bullet reference gets 50 points, btw) will rack up enough bad energy to do much worse than anything I could think up. Karma, J. Karma.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
The Difference
Whenever I travel to T's hometown of Hazleton, PA, as I did a couple of weeks ago, there are several things that remind me Dorothy-style that "we're not in L.A. anymore."
Here are some examples of what you'll find in abundance there...
Adorable welcoming signs in the flower beds....
Light softly spilling in through sheer and lacy curtains...
Sweet cutlery....
Lace doilies (really!)
Picture frames, lined up in tidy rows (and yes that is little T in the background)....
I won't mention that you don't find many couples celebrating anything near their 25th anniversary here....oh wait, I just did...
Mirrors galore...
Tiny dogs that only look innocent. Note the roving eye.
(if I had a nickel for every time I softly said "ooooh Rudy, if you were my dog...")
Familial collegiate pride:
And my favorite, flowers and greenery galore! Oh how I miss that dappled sunlight!
Today's whiteboard quote:
"I am learning to write and speak of my true feelings for myself, that's how I can let go sooner and love fuller. It's a mixture of speaking up and speaking in, reaching out and reaching in."
~Sabrina Ward Harrison
Here are some examples of what you'll find in abundance there...
Adorable welcoming signs in the flower beds....
Light softly spilling in through sheer and lacy curtains...
Sweet cutlery....
Lace doilies (really!)
Picture frames, lined up in tidy rows (and yes that is little T in the background)....
I won't mention that you don't find many couples celebrating anything near their 25th anniversary here....oh wait, I just did...Mirrors galore...
Tiny dogs that only look innocent. Note the roving eye.
(if I had a nickel for every time I softly said "ooooh Rudy, if you were my dog...")Familial collegiate pride:
And my favorite, flowers and greenery galore! Oh how I miss that dappled sunlight!
Today's whiteboard quote:
"I am learning to write and speak of my true feelings for myself, that's how I can let go sooner and love fuller. It's a mixture of speaking up and speaking in, reaching out and reaching in."
~Sabrina Ward Harrison
Monday, August 3, 2009
Love at First Night
To my gorgeous boy:
Happy anniversary, my love.
We met one year ago yesterday, and haven't left each other's side since (metaphorically, of course).
Some say that they believe in "love at first sight." Well, I don't. But, because of first-hand experience, I do believe in "love at first night," which is what you like to say about "The Night" that we met.
We, along with our friends, spent all night talking, laughing, singing songs on the guitar, and many more things that I'd type about but that wouldn't make sense (like you, not me, getting hit on by bums in Santa Monica and a bloody and mutinous TP war, which ended up with rolls in the refrigerator of your apartment days later - and you guys had thought that buying in bulk was a good idea, little did you know...)
By the time dawn had broken and you had put me to bed in your room, tenderly placing a folded t-shirt over my eyes to block the sunlight and closing the door against the snores of our many fellow and opposing TP warriors, who'd gone to sleep hours before we did, just for you to go into the kitchen and make me breakfast, I was asking myself if you could possibly, possibly be real. Two days later, after you'd fixed the clogged kitchen sink that Mary-Elizabeth poured WAY too much spaghetti down, you whispered to me on my couch that you loved me, as your eyes burned into mine. I tried to avoid making any reply, but you didn't let me off of the hook until I turned around and looked inside and realized that, oh crap, I loved you too. (excuse my crassness, but that's verbatim what I'd thought in the moment...) I'd believed that people like you didn't exist, not in this century, not anywhere. And now I know that they are by no means common, but I also know that I've somehow stumbled onto one and I'm never looking back.
So, partner in crime, I love you.
Here's to a gazillion more years together.
love,
Charis
Today's whiteboard quote:
"It never occurs to me that there are things I can't do."
~Whoopi Goldberg
Happy anniversary, my love.
We met one year ago yesterday, and haven't left each other's side since (metaphorically, of course).
Some say that they believe in "love at first sight." Well, I don't. But, because of first-hand experience, I do believe in "love at first night," which is what you like to say about "The Night" that we met.
August 2, 2008
We, along with our friends, spent all night talking, laughing, singing songs on the guitar, and many more things that I'd type about but that wouldn't make sense (like you, not me, getting hit on by bums in Santa Monica and a bloody and mutinous TP war, which ended up with rolls in the refrigerator of your apartment days later - and you guys had thought that buying in bulk was a good idea, little did you know...)
By the time dawn had broken and you had put me to bed in your room, tenderly placing a folded t-shirt over my eyes to block the sunlight and closing the door against the snores of our many fellow and opposing TP warriors, who'd gone to sleep hours before we did, just for you to go into the kitchen and make me breakfast, I was asking myself if you could possibly, possibly be real. Two days later, after you'd fixed the clogged kitchen sink that Mary-Elizabeth poured WAY too much spaghetti down, you whispered to me on my couch that you loved me, as your eyes burned into mine. I tried to avoid making any reply, but you didn't let me off of the hook until I turned around and looked inside and realized that, oh crap, I loved you too. (excuse my crassness, but that's verbatim what I'd thought in the moment...) I'd believed that people like you didn't exist, not in this century, not anywhere. And now I know that they are by no means common, but I also know that I've somehow stumbled onto one and I'm never looking back.
So, partner in crime, I love you.
August 2, 2009
Here's to a gazillion more years together.
love,
Charis
Today's whiteboard quote:
"It never occurs to me that there are things I can't do."
~Whoopi Goldberg
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