Thursday, January 3, 2008

Already there's dread in 2008

i wish i could be more optimistic. i'm already dreading certain components of 2008. ugh! and yet the beat goes on and all a girl can do is try.

it's tough being a minnesotans this time of year. sub-par sporting teams, cold weather, it sucks the hope out of a person. then there is all the nonsense of "new resolutions" and "breaking habits". sure some people stick to it. some people get excited for new years, new things and maybe it's because they feel they have new hope.

writer's block, brings out the worst in me. ho-hum, back to the grindstone of 2008.

Friday, December 7, 2007

It's Cold and Lonely as the only "Marketeer"

I work in marketing. I am the marketing department. A department of one. And on most days I enjoy all aspects of the gig. I am a born multi-tasker and thrive on being able to turn my brain on a dime. From creative big ideas to the hard work it takes to implement them. I HEART being able to do both. Because I knew early on that a routine job where I did the same thing everyday, well, while stability is nice, that kind of routine would kill my spirit.

But I gotta admit it's kinda lonely being the only marketing person in the organization. Because with marketing everyone thinks they know how to do it. They think it's a simple as taste and if something "looks good." Silly bastards.

I'm just wishing I more folks who had big picture AND the ability to make it happen. Unfortunately those at the top get caught up in the details of things. Friggin' frusterating.

I realize I am getting lame and venting. But sometimes one juts need to get it out in order to get through the day.


Friday, November 30, 2007

Is that cold November Rain or cold November Trade?

I admit the Santana Sweepstakes has me a bit curious. Isn't it the joy/anguish of every sports fan to play the role of GM and what would I do scenarios? It's part of the Madden game syndrome and the Internet that makes us everyday fans toil with the idea of being GM. And it's usually those of us who played sports, enjoyed the competition but realized at an early age that we were never going to make "A Field of Dreams" so we school ourselves on thinking we are smart business people and hence we gab endlessly about managerial decisions, GM trades or lack thereof, and the business components to sports. As much as we like to think they are games we love -- it truth American Sports are businesses with a bottom lines, stakeholders and profits to make.

So with the best pitcher in baseball what do the Twins do? It's much more fun to speculate than to actually have to live with it. So good luck boys.

Monday, November 26, 2007

An overdue catch up (with myself)

I've carried a journal around with my since I was a kid. I loved to write. Even if it didn't make any sense, have a plot or was grammatically inaccurate. I liked it. Always have, always will. For me, writing is a time to tap into my imagination or to articulate through pen the everyday occurrences that mean something for a moment and then disappear. I am that person who has journals full of "quotes to note" as I call them. I also have 100s of pages worth of story telling in bits -- meaning -- it's harder to remember what I was actually writing about. But eventually I get the gist. Trust me, when I die it will be a lot of paper to be recycled and if anyone is remotely interested, it will be sort of like a game or a treasure hunt to make sense of my rambles. Like now? I'm a rambler. If I could only grasp onto my thoughts long enough to make an tangible sense of them ....but it's a struggle I've had since childhood.

Actually it just feels nice to time and pretend like I am working on the 2008 planning and budget like I should be. But that's not doing "it" for me. I think the generation I am apart of, we need to tap into our creativity outlets -- whatever those are. Whether it's a nap, a blog, a walk, we will and cannot function as the workers who simply produce. It -- and by it I mean work -- has to be bigger than simply a paycheck. It has to mean something.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

How you know your iPod loves you

have you ever noticed the love an iPod will give you? sure, they can be frustrating at times. when they freeze or suck up battery like a motha. but i tell you if you take the time to notice, your iPod loves you. call me crazy. but at least here the theory.

it happens when you hit "shuffle songs" and usually more times than not, it's like your iPod knows the mood you are in. and so the selection of back-to-back random songs seems like a great, random playlist.

i know there are other factors. the sentiments that come with certain songs. what they remind you of, snapshots of your life or the meaning the song has to you. but i know this isn't a scientific experiment and it's not something that can be quantified and sold to the masses, but i really your iPod can be in tune with you.

and i wasn't even trying to be end on a pun.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Favre's a Baby

Favre just got a baby tap to his head. But because he is Brett Favre, the game is in GBay and every announcer seems to have a man-crush on him it was a call against the Vikes.


I'm not a homer Viking fan. If the T-wolves weren't so damn pathetic the Vikes would be in last place for my local loving. I know this town is a football town first, particularly a Viking town, but let's keep it real, MinnE is a bunch of fairweather-bandwagon fans. And there are a minority of us that are diehards.

Which is why I thank Mankato for this weekend. Just what the Lucia boys needed this weekend. And 9 goals scored this weekend. Hopefully that continues on.

The shutout continues at Lambeau, good Lord. Pathetic. Nice kick ass offense, Coach. Could are defense be on the field any longer this game?

Back to puck. Gophers finally get a sweep, instead of being swept. Next up Anchorage at Alaska. Hopefully they can get on a roll, like last season. Though I doubt the role will be as nice, but Minnesota is always better than the mid-pack of WCHA so here's hoping.

The Wild tonight after a week off. AWOL Walz. Do I return the other half's #37 jersey?

The baby wolves still 0-4. But so are the Heat, Wizards and another team, all of which had loftier expectations than the baby wolves. Plus it's NBA, who cares all that much?

Tubby's team off to a win. Togetherness and defense, I like it. As much as I love hockey and hockey venues in this state, the Barn is the best place to be when it's rocking. I'll stand by that. I love the X and I really love Mariucci, but something about the raised floor and the barn shape.

#89 Ferguson makes the longest play of the day at 35 yards ...

The really highlight of the weekend. Watching My So-Called Life on DVD set. Here's the Wild winning, (Burnsie staying out of the box.)

Purple Jesus is down! Purple Jesus is down!
God damn Pack.

Friday, November 9, 2007

Those Darn Work Personality Tests

I'll admit I am an extrovert. Big, giant, E for this working Mpls woman. And while it's very all fine and good these workplace test that want to put you into categories in boxes, my dolphin is outraged and it's in full effect. Watch out world, particularly South where I am writing this afternoon.

Have you taken the "what time of animal are you in the workplace test?" Well if not, here's your chance. Oddly enough I am either a Dolphin or a Horse. And I feel like both at this very moment. a Horphin, perhaps?

I'm just rambling for the sake of rambling and because I am annoyed. Wishing there was more of an interesting twist on that statement, but it's November pre-Thanksgiving, where it gets cold and work piles up and we are often left in Minnesota thinking, why do you we like it here? But than T-Day happens and we become Thankful for all our Minnesota goodness, stoicism, sarcasm and passive aggressive tendencies. There's a reason why we humbly think we are better than the other 50 states. It's or MinnE spirit.