Friday, October 27, 2006
Your mission, should you choose to accept it is to help me pick out a picture. I've listed a few here and will post some more after this weekend -- provided I get some good shots.
(a) Run, Guster, run! -- needs to be cropped one the sides a little bit, too much grass.
(b) Sleepy puppy
(c) Big yawn
(e) Slurrrrp! (The color's a little weird on this one, but maybe that doesn't matter. You tell me.)
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Now, if you know me well, you know that I used to shudder at the mere mention of the word "organic". No more! Thanks to Bark magazine, I learned that when it comes to household cleaners, paint, and flooring choices, organic means it's probably safer for my spoiled puppy. (I should mention that as I write this he is curled up in a doggie donut on the sofa next to me.) Which, in Bekah-speak, translates to "the word 'organic' is now a very good thing." After reading why organic is good for the dog, I started to read more to figure out why it's good for people. Besides those delicious pastries I get on Saturday mornings from the bread guy at the greenmarket a block over are organic and, boy, are they good!
Oversimplified, everything comes down to CO2 emissions -- the so-called carbon footprints we leave behind. Remember that hole in the ozone that in the 80's we were told not to widen by using hairspray? Yeah, that one. Now it's not just aerosol cans, it's a lot of things, but basically wasting energy or using products that require a lot of energy to produce leave a bigger footprint than if you use only what you need. The bigger carbon footprint you leave, the bigger you make the hole. Get it? OK. Moving along...
I already do my part to reuse: those blue New York Times bags come in very handy on walks with Guster, most of my cookware came from my mom's cupboards, my "new" year-old laptop is a hand-me-down from my dad, and I use cut-up tee-shirts instead of Swiffer rags. And I already do my part to reduce: I use CFL lightbulbs, I read the paper online instead of getting it delivered, I use Tupperware instead of baggies, I use a Brita pitcher instead of bottled water, and I am pretty good about bringing coffee from home in the mornings. As far as the third "R" goes, I've been horrible about seeking out the recycling barrels in the City, but, if you broaden the definition just a little, Guster is a recycled dog! All that is to say that I have been doing my part, but here's the catch: I was doing all that to save money. Hmm.
Once I started reading, I found that I could make a few more changes without sacrificing the stuff that I enjoy. 'Cause I'm not giving up showering to save water, that's for sure! For example, rather than using paper napkins at the office during lunch, I use a cloth napkin I bring from home. On the days that I wake up too late to make a pot of coffee, I know that if I bring my travel mug to Starbucks I'll save at least one cup, one cup sleeve, and two paper napkins. Still Starbucks, just in my mug! And on Saturdays, if I take a second to grab a couple canvas totes or a backpack, I can avoid getting extra plastic bags at the greenmarket. (Besides tasting better, the produce at the market is way cheaper than any grocery store in the neighborhood!) Those are the little things.
I'm not planning on making huge changes, like giving up my car -- which, by the way, gets amazingly good MPG for a non-hybrid. I'm not perfect and I'm not taking the full leap into becoming a model citizen in ecological terms, but I'm trying to be better without giving up many of my creature comforts. At the risk of sounding like a true hippie (the horror!), the bottom line is this: I've finally moved to a beautiful and remarkably green part of the City and I don't want ruin it.
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Thursday, August 24, 2006
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Unofficial Disclaimer: This post is, in part, a plug for my good friend's company, but it's also a plug for something really, really, really cool out there on the web.
I'm reading a really fantastic book on the best-sellers lists right now. You may have already read it, but if you haven't, check it out here. There's a really fascinating section on the educational model used in Sesame Street and how minor tweaks to it revolutionized children's television programming.
Now for the plug part of the blog, LibraryThing is pretty amazing. Tim and Abby (the latter being a close college friend) have reportedly turned traditional library science on its head. While I can't speak to that since I don't know all that much about the traditional system, but I can speak to the awesome new features being added what seems like daily. They've just added a groups feature and I hope you'll all stop by, sign up (I forgot to mention that you do not need to include ANY personal information!), and take a peek.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
All that being said, this may just be my favorite picture of the little houseguest:
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Some coworkers and I went to see him at lunch today. The aquarium and Blaine by themselves are relatively boring, but the onlookers are a different story entirely. Their fascination with death-defying feats has never been more apparent to me. Reactions to Blaine's form of performance art, in my eyes, can be divided into two categories: (1) hope and youthful amazement -- much like children who are thrilled by quarters that magically appear from behind their ears -- and (2) morbid curiosity of what it would be like to see the famous magician die. My reaction falls more into the first category and less into the second. I took several pictures and have attached a few of the better ones. Enjoy.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
(1) People will have pity on you if you're broken. Some may even offer to do things they don't ordinarily like to do. For example, cat-people may offer to walk your beast of a dog.
(2) You should go to the doctor on a regular basis. If you wait, oh, say, four years between visits, the doctor is likely to find a greater number of things wrong with you. You will then have to go to a myriad of appointments with specialists.
(3) When your metabolism shoots through the roof, you can eat whatever you want. You will, however, be the hottest (and not in the good way) and sweatiest person. Ever. It's gross.
(4) Swallowing a radioactive pill (prescribed by your doctor) does not make you glow in the dark.
(5) Labrador retrievers do not understand crutches.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Like so many people in this world, I am enchanted by doctors, police officers, fire fighters, EMTs, and really anyone else capable of saving me from certain death. I affectionately call it the "rescuers complex." It's a thrilling concept, that the one person you are sharing your most intimate moments with is also the one person who, in a grave emergency, could save your life. The beautiful twenty-somethings in Grey's Anatomy only add to these little reveries... Thank you, ABC.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
To be honest, I don't mind being Valentine-less. I have a big furry black dog that likes to warm my feet, people scattered across the country who think I'm great, and a family that loves me. I do, however, mind all those Valentines that feel the need to flaunt their status as couples. Get a room. Get. A. Room.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Seahawks stadium and ferry boats
Space needle and apartment buildings
... and my personal favorite: salmon.