Happily Hapless, that’s me!

So, now, in your daily brief moment-in-the-life of Angela glimpse: I packed my purse in my carryon for the plane. I then left the bag in Stickel’s trunk so I wouldn’t have to deal with it going home later. That means, as you probably have already realized, that I was ID-, cash-, card-, and key-less. Yay, me! =)

This we add to the fact that you are well aware that I haven’t showered since yesterday morning (or was it the night before that?!) and am wearing the same clothes that I wore yesterday to do manual labor around my place (yay, gardening!) and that I was embarrassed to be seen out at dinner (last night) in that state. Oh! And did we mention that, of course, I neglected to put on deodorant… Either day?!*

Alas, this is my “girls night out” night. With Daisy. And her friend Maura. And yup, we’re on, not cancelling (we’ve missed the last couple of times for conflicts). And you know what? I love my girls night out. I’m tough, I can do this. I warned Daisy. [Her response: “I would never judge you (aloud) on your lack of shower or clothes. ;)”] And then I realized that I was cashless.

Sooo… Ali bought my lunch. And Daisy agrees I’m cute enough to buy me dinner. So, Shahab loaned me $3 (all the cash in his wallet). And I headed to the shuttle. I got to BART and asked a couple of people for change for a dollar, and a guy (Y!) gave me a $2 BART card he had instead. I got to MUNI station and they have a .25 cent discount for transfer, so I only had to use $1.25 of my cash for the ticket for the N-Judah. (Oh, yeah, and I’m headed straight to Cole Valley to kill 1.5 hr before dinner because I have no keys, remember?) I get to Cole Valley, and I take up residence at Reverie (a coffeeshop). I’m feeling to sheepish and guilty mooching off their warm, dry and wifi’ed space, so I finally go up to the barista and quietly tell her my predicament. I want to be a bona fide patron, but with a mere $1.25 in my pocket, there is nothing on the menu that is within my reach. (A small hot chocolate might have been, if the price included tax. A shot of espresso would be, but whoa! I need sleep tonight.) She smiles and laughs with me, sells me a biscotti, and I get a glass of water. And here I am. Daisy is meeting me early, as soon as she gets off the N-Judah, and buying me a pre-dinner drink at Finnegan’s.

Yeah, like she says, I sound like a train wreck (today). But you know, I love my life. All the little nice things that have happened. I left work and told my co-worker who loaned me the $3 to ask me about my adventure tomorrow…

Because I knew that I’d have an adventure.

*This was my trip to Seattle to supervise the mover’s packing up my place. (They pack everything, including the shower!) And then flying home really early in the morning (before normal people can be expected to rise, and uh, well, shower). In other words, extenuating circumstances. I’d like to believe that I’d normally be clean and freshly clothed on any average day.

Sick and tired of being sick and tired.

My skin has been breaking out lately. I’ve also been traveling internationally and my digestive system has suffered (yeah, you know what I mean). I just don’t feel like myself. Catching colds, though I never used to get sick. And just not quite 100%. Low energy. You know the feeling.

So I’ve decided I’m going to a full body internal cleanse. I’m going with Blessed Herbs’ kit because they make it so easy. Everything is packaged up for you, and the program is well thought out cleansing each of the body systems progressively.

Interested? Check out the Blessed Herbs Internal Cleansing Kit here.

I’m going to start out with fresh made juices and raw fruits and vegetables and go from there. My shopping list includes:

Organic Fruits:
Apples
Apricots
Avocados
Bananas
Cherries
Coconut
Dates
Figs
Grapefruit
Grapes
Guava
Lemons
Limes
Mangos
Melons - all
Nectarines
Olives
Oranges
Papaya
Peaches
Pears
Pineapple
Raspberries
Raisins
Strawberries

Organic Vegetables:
Artichokes
Asparagus
Beans, green
Beets
Beet Greens
Bell Peppers
Broccoli
Brussels Sprouts
Cabbage
Carrots
Celery
Cauliflower
Chard
Cucumber
Fennel
Eggplant
Endive
Kale
Leeks
Mushrooms
Pumpkin
Parsnips
Peas
Potatoes - all
Radish
Radicchio
Spinach
Sprouts
Squash
Watercress
Wild Lettuce
Zucchini

Nuts & Seeds: Almonds, sesame seeds, sunflower seeds
Grain: Millet, Quinoa
Miscellaneous: Green tea, Bragg’s Liquid Amino Acids, maple syrup, miso, rice cakes, sauerkraut

I’ll keep you informed as to my progress. First, a week of waiting for the cleanse to show up!

Why women stay silent.

“Because then the abuse becomes real. If you keep quiet, you can pretend that it’s not.”

“The Ice is Getting Thinner”, Death Cab for Cutie

We’re not the same, dear, as we used to be.
The seasons have changed and so have we.
There was little we could say, and even less we could do
To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.

We bury our love in the windsory grave
Along came the snow, that was all that remained.
But we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks
And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we’d speak.

And when spring arrived
We were taken by surprise when the flows under our feet
Led into the sea
Nothing was left for you and me.

We’re not the same, dear,
And it seems to me
There’s more where we can go
With nothing underneath.

And it saddens me to say
But we both know, well, it’s true
That the ice was getting thinner
Under me and you.

A Beautiful Mess, Jason Mraz

You’ve got the best of both worlds.
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,
and lift him back up again.
You are strong but you’re needy,
Humble but you’re greedy
Based on your body language,
and shouted cursive I’ve been reading
Your style is quite selective,
But your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is.
Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses.

Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives.
And don’t mind my nerve, you can call it fiction
‘Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear.
‘Cause here we are, here we are.

Although you were biased, I love your advice.
Your comebacks, they’re quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities.
There’s no shame in being crazy.
Depending on how you take these
Words they’re paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging.

And it’s a beautiful mess, yes it is.
It’s like we’re picking up trash in dresses.

Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades.
And the kind and courteous is a life, I’ve heard,
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt.
Cause here, here we are, here we are.

Woefully behind; a designer embarrassed.

Ok, so I was perusing my designer pals site the other day, Jeff Croft, and the shame that has been dwelling under covers for a while finally came to the surface in the form of this confession. I’m thoroughly embarrassed. I’m a designer, and my blog is using someone else’s theme. And worse yet, the CSS is whacked… like bulleted lists.

Yeah, so I’m embarrassed. But I also haven’t blogged in forever… like the posts last summer don’t count. And I have a whole server migration that’s been on my to do list since January or so.

So for the moment. I’m embarrassed, and hiding it. Shhh… don’t tell anybody. The to do list will have to wait. I have a life to live!

Six Random Things

1. I play the violin and went to a performing arts school. I was first chair, first violin, and gave it up because I didn’t want to spend all day practicing.
2. I quit high school because I was bored! This past year I graduated college, a double major with honors in Communications and Social Sciences. I am thrilled with my educational path, wouldn’t have done it any other way. (Oh! and I still don’t have a high school diploma!)
3. I lived in Italy. It was just for a short bit of time, but I didn’t want to come back. One day I won’t.
4. My daddy died when I was very young. I consider every year I live past 24 a gift. Because he didn’t get to have that, and I do.
5. I would get upset when I was younger because I kept getting 99 percentile on the California Achievement Tests (which tested you against the nation). I couldn’t figure out how to get 100% and it frustrated me. Now I feel like a moron… There’s a difference between book smarts and common sense, as my dad would say!
6. I got married the night before I turned 17. I was married for four years.

The Rules!

From Dave (who gave his hat tip to Connie Crosby):
1. Link to the person who tagged you: Kathy Gill
2. Post the rules on the blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post. Tara, Stickel, Dan Fernandez, Mario Esposito, Molly, Ryan Stewart
5. Let each person know they have been tagged.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

Yahoo! T-Shirt Culture

Code like a girl., originally uploaded by SpunkyGidget.

In Seattle, buried deep under my bed in boxes long ago forgotten, lives a huge stash of t-shirts from Microsoft. T-shirt that promote teams and products and conferences. Some are so large that I can’t even bother to try to wear them as night shirts. And they are buried under my bed.

Then. Now. Always., originally uploaded by SpunkyGidget.

My first weeks at Yahoo! I was surprised by the pervasive branded t-shirt culture. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was surprising… I mean, come on, I came from the land of geeks where all they wear are branded (read: free) t-shirts. What was so unique here?

Founded in a trailer in 1994. Visited by half a billion people in 2006., originally uploaded by SpunkyGidget.

The other day it hit me…

One, these t-shirt are well designed.

Two, people wear them because they want to–because they are proud–not because they’re free t-shirts.

Fight Mojibake!, originally uploaded by SpunkyGidget.

I wonder if this reflects how people feel about the teams or products they work on at Yahoo, or if it’s more about them being well designed t-shirts which are actually appealing?

Full Screen Size Images for Contacts on iPhone

I set images for a few of my contacts using MobileMe’s web interface (www.me.com). I was terribly disappointed to see that they showed up as just tiny thumbnails in the top right corner! Where were the full screen sized gorgeous photos like on the commercial?!

A little digging and I figured it out. Find the glamorous photos of each of your friends (from sites like Flickr or your own personal collection) and then follow the instructions below.

How to get Full Screen Size Photos for iPhone Contacts

Full sized images come from assigning a photo to a contact on the iPhone. To do this…

• In iPhoto set up a new album. I named mine “Contacts”. In this album put all the photos you’d like to use for your contacts. I suggest 1200×1600 sized photos because that’s what the iPhone photos are (so you’ll get a consistent experience).
• In iTunes, sync this album to your iPhone.
• On the iPhone, go to Photos, and select a photo and push the button on the bottom left of the screen. Select “Assign to Contact”.

After you’re finished assigning the image to the contact, you can remove (by not syncing the image/album through iTunes) the photo while it still leaves your contact image intact.

…or, if you’d prefer…

Small Thumbnail Photos for Contacts

To have just thumbnails, set up all your images for contacts using your email client on the Mac, or the MobileMe website.

The Dream Mile

I ran a 10k on Sunday with my friend Cap Watkins. It was a charity event called the Dream Mile benefiting Vibha supported projects in India.

I completed the 10k in 0:57:35 minutes. That’s finishing 20th in my division (Women’s 18-35) and 28th over all. This also was a much better pace than my half-marathon at about 9.29 minutes per mile. Hooray for sub-10’s! Check out my NikePlus stats.