i found a solution!
er...actually...my boss showed it to me.
but anyway: www.keepvid.com
it's a great way to download a video from a weblink and keep it in perpetuity (or until your lappy bites the big one). great for powerpoint presentations instead of leaving youtube open on your desktop and accidentally losing your connection or getting those annoying screaming banner ads "you've won an iphone!".
keepvid is as simple as pie:
paste the link into the top box.
select a download (high quality or low)
and you're done! rad!
i downloaded and am currently enjoying this one:
okay, now i should go to sleep.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Happy Birthday, Mr. Governor!
Aaaahhnold Schwarzenegger, Henry Ford, Emily Bronte, Casey Stengel, Lisa Kudrow, Henry Moore and moi all share July 30. I think that's a rad lineup.
Therefore, we July 30 Leos are:
Athletic (and pretty clutch)
Born leaders
Artistic as heck
Known to develop our own dialects
Manufacturing and operations geniuses
Believe strongly in empowering the masses
Great writers
...and lest we forget...
Terribly good-looking

Friday, July 25, 2008
Thankfully, we haven't heard the last of his Last Lecture
i generally keep serious stuff out of this blog and focus instead on exposing my hopelessly flawed soul/logic/judgment and the occasional foray into good sense (the fashion variety, that is).
but today we lost a good one. his profound Last Lecture is honest and true and good.
rest in peace, randy
but today we lost a good one. his profound Last Lecture is honest and true and good.
rest in peace, randy
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
CARMA...is it instant?
Okay, you dorks. Don't correct me on the spelling of "Carma". It's spelled that way for a reason at Darden.
When we began our First Year, the Class of 2009 took mandatory sessions of CARMA and PCAP (Personal Career Assessment Program). Which is an acronym for Career Management. It is a great process by which we can discover a lot about what makes us tick. This insight can help influence vital decisions about jobs, where you want to live, who you want to surround yourself with, and the type of things that motivate you. We took a Myers Briggs and a few other cool tests. I got a lot out of the class, partly because it was taught by the engaging Connie English. (Whose real name is Constance, for the trivia-minded. I always got a kick out of that on her emails.)
Anyway, Connie was very helpful as I navigated the waters of further discovering who I was as a person and what that meant for my future. Granted, I’ve done a crapload of introspection. Being an Art major with a Creative Writing minor; one is hard-pressed to get outside of her own head sometimes. Couple that with the hundreds of hours in painful meditation on a bicycle and you have someone who’s thought a lot about who she is and her place in this world. Does that make me better-suited for a productive life because of all this introspection? Not necessarily. But I definitely enjoyed diving into the process through the lens of an MBA program. It was great to get some external tools by which to evaluate my skills, aptitudes, tendencies, motivators, etc. I have a personality type as dictated by the MB (and it’s stored in my office in Cville). I have my work-life balance chart. Lots of great stuff.
Plenty of my classmates thought the sessions were worthless fluff. Some skipped with impunity. I was disappointed. It always seemed to me that the people who discounted it were the ones who needed it most. Not that I didn’t need it. But I believe that if those skeptics could have been open to the curriculum, they could have learned a lot about themselves and how they can successfully establish a productive and fulfilling career path that helps make the planet a nice place to live. Instead they checked out, played a few rounds of golf, and started the First Year crush with the same level of awareness they’d carried for many years. How disappointing to see. Perhaps they got confused between their technical skills, which always enabled them to wow their colleagues with their competence; and their true talents, which may have been rooted somewhere deeper than excellent excel spreadsheets. A lot of us got to where we were by being technically excellent at something. But for graduates of Darden and other top business schools; you all enter the workforce with roughly the same technical skills. It’s the way in which you employ them alongside the “softer” stuff that enables ascension to that fabled corner office.
It may not be the way with every industry –Investment Banking seems to be a contest of who wants it more, sleeps the least and runs it the hottest- but I’d be willing to bet that a majority of successful businesspeople will tell you it’s the softer skills that helped them succeed. Their understanding of the subtleties of influence. The value of self-awareness and emotional intelligence (EQ). Their passion for their customer (and let’s think about the definition of customer). Their ability to effectively communicate strategic thinking. Their methods of building trust.
So, if you’re not focused on I-Banking (in which case, please leave your soul with the Registrar on your first day at Darden); think about attending the now-not-mandatory PCAP pre-matrculation classes and not skipping the more mandatory CARMA classes.
Hey, you get to take a free Myers Briggs! Better than having to take one in the loony bin. Then you get this nugget (if you’re an ENFJ, like me!):
Warm, empathetic, responsive, and responsible. Highly attuned to the emotions, needs, and motivations of others. Find potential in everyone, want to help others fulfill their potential. May act as catalysts for individual and group growth. Loyal, responsive to praise and criticism. Sociable, facilitate others in a group, and provide inspiring leadership.
Ah…I feel warm and fuzzy now. And I don’t hate I-Bankers; I just like to give them crap.
When we began our First Year, the Class of 2009 took mandatory sessions of CARMA and PCAP (Personal Career Assessment Program). Which is an acronym for Career Management. It is a great process by which we can discover a lot about what makes us tick. This insight can help influence vital decisions about jobs, where you want to live, who you want to surround yourself with, and the type of things that motivate you. We took a Myers Briggs and a few other cool tests. I got a lot out of the class, partly because it was taught by the engaging Connie English. (Whose real name is Constance, for the trivia-minded. I always got a kick out of that on her emails.)
Anyway, Connie was very helpful as I navigated the waters of further discovering who I was as a person and what that meant for my future. Granted, I’ve done a crapload of introspection. Being an Art major with a Creative Writing minor; one is hard-pressed to get outside of her own head sometimes. Couple that with the hundreds of hours in painful meditation on a bicycle and you have someone who’s thought a lot about who she is and her place in this world. Does that make me better-suited for a productive life because of all this introspection? Not necessarily. But I definitely enjoyed diving into the process through the lens of an MBA program. It was great to get some external tools by which to evaluate my skills, aptitudes, tendencies, motivators, etc. I have a personality type as dictated by the MB (and it’s stored in my office in Cville). I have my work-life balance chart. Lots of great stuff.
Plenty of my classmates thought the sessions were worthless fluff. Some skipped with impunity. I was disappointed. It always seemed to me that the people who discounted it were the ones who needed it most. Not that I didn’t need it. But I believe that if those skeptics could have been open to the curriculum, they could have learned a lot about themselves and how they can successfully establish a productive and fulfilling career path that helps make the planet a nice place to live. Instead they checked out, played a few rounds of golf, and started the First Year crush with the same level of awareness they’d carried for many years. How disappointing to see. Perhaps they got confused between their technical skills, which always enabled them to wow their colleagues with their competence; and their true talents, which may have been rooted somewhere deeper than excellent excel spreadsheets. A lot of us got to where we were by being technically excellent at something. But for graduates of Darden and other top business schools; you all enter the workforce with roughly the same technical skills. It’s the way in which you employ them alongside the “softer” stuff that enables ascension to that fabled corner office.
It may not be the way with every industry –Investment Banking seems to be a contest of who wants it more, sleeps the least and runs it the hottest- but I’d be willing to bet that a majority of successful businesspeople will tell you it’s the softer skills that helped them succeed. Their understanding of the subtleties of influence. The value of self-awareness and emotional intelligence (EQ). Their passion for their customer (and let’s think about the definition of customer). Their ability to effectively communicate strategic thinking. Their methods of building trust.
So, if you’re not focused on I-Banking (in which case, please leave your soul with the Registrar on your first day at Darden); think about attending the now-not-mandatory PCAP pre-matrculation classes and not skipping the more mandatory CARMA classes.
Hey, you get to take a free Myers Briggs! Better than having to take one in the loony bin. Then you get this nugget (if you’re an ENFJ, like me!):
Warm, empathetic, responsive, and responsible. Highly attuned to the emotions, needs, and motivations of others. Find potential in everyone, want to help others fulfill their potential. May act as catalysts for individual and group growth. Loyal, responsive to praise and criticism. Sociable, facilitate others in a group, and provide inspiring leadership.
Ah…I feel warm and fuzzy now. And I don’t hate I-Bankers; I just like to give them crap.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Megan's visit
Megan and I grew up together in Butte Falls, spending our days cavorting through the woods and pretending we were princesses. It was a lot of fun! Megan moved to Alaska after high school where she started a new life. Here she is with her son, Kyle. He's quite cute.

The Megs came to see me last weekend (sans Kyle) and we had a wonderful time! It was great to reconnect with one of the most important people in my life who had been separated from me by a decade or so. I'm glad we're back in touch and I especially enjoyed being one of her maids of honor in her wedding last May. Good stuff!

Here, Megan good-naturedly agreed to be the "subject" for this photo of a girl's crazy tattoos.

It was wonderful to remember just how "country" she and I are. And a in a good way. I'm pretty proud of how we were raised and am confident that she is instilling in Kyle the same practical and thoughtful values.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Do you ever feel
so overwhelmed and inundated with information that you can't make sense of what you set out to do that day?
I am so there
Okay, so this post was just an excuse to write about this picture I found from Argentina. I was clearly falling asleep while writing (left), as was Gina (right). Funny stuff.
Moral of the story: type things.
(Or, for normal people: get a Blackberry)
Sunday, July 13, 2008
When in Rome...
This weekend was spent doing Dallas-like things. Good fun!
Tattoos + workout wear + you not working out = no
Head-to-toe-white with gold accents = she almost pulled it off. I give extra points for working it on the light rail platform. Notice shock on Little Peggy-Pinkdress' face. Meow
We hit up some bars where I mercilessly captured more shorts-with-heels whilst refining my reasons for hating this look. In addition, I noticed that in Dallas laundry is so passe. Instead, one simply leaves their unmentionables at the bar on a chandelier.
Not to be outdone, Dallas-ites were out en force at Cancun. I swear it's like spring break every damn day at this pool. Tattoos and puffed-up meatheads abound. My favorite was watching the guys dance poolside (the DJ does rock) as they look down at how their pecs/biceps/abs flex with the motions. Who needs TV when you have a mirror and your 'roided pectorals?


We hit up Taste of Dallas, which displayed the adventurous fashion choices of her citizens.
Shorts with heels = no





Tattoos + workout wear + you not working out = no
I don't even know where to begin.
-Cell phone on pleated too-short khaki shorts.
-What the hell are those shoes?
-Did you get that necklace in Daytona Beach in '97?
-Your glasses are high-performance; you are not.
= an emphatic NO!

We hit up some bars where I mercilessly captured more shorts-with-heels whilst refining my reasons for hating this look. In addition, I noticed that in Dallas laundry is so passe. Instead, one simply leaves their unmentionables at the bar on a chandelier.
Not to be outdone, Dallas-ites were out en force at Cancun. I swear it's like spring break every damn day at this pool. Tattoos and puffed-up meatheads abound. My favorite was watching the guys dance poolside (the DJ does rock) as they look down at how their pecs/biceps/abs flex with the motions. Who needs TV when you have a mirror and your 'roided pectorals?

Of course Enrique and I had to follow suit and got temporary tattoos. What girl doesn't like unicorns?

Mom: The PantyLamp did not contain my undies nor will I ever get a tattoo or piercing, okay?
Monday, July 7, 2008
As if you needed a reminder...
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Happy 4th of July and Happy Birthday, Dad!
I've returned from my adventure at the ranch. Jonny and I surprised my father on his birthday (on an easy-to-remember-day: the 4th) in Butte Falls. It was a cinch to find them at the parade because in a town of 350, all you have to do is ask the first person you see. Who you probably know.
We had a great time with Sarah and Ryan, who were visiting like the good kids they are. The weather was sublime and the ranchhands plentiful with our arrival. Jonny and Ryan changed some irrigation, herded some cows, etc. I lay around in my bikini and worked on fading the ridiculous lines the Dallas sun hands out on my rides.
I was deathly sick on the plane ride home. First time I've had to use the airsick bag. That was awesomely fun. The poor girl sitting next to me didn't know me well enough to rub my back and instead stared in shock. Now I'm rehydrating and about to hit the sack.
More soon...
peace!
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