A MinD in MoTown


Specifically.
September 22, 2009, 1:39 pm
Filed under: I am a dork, I clearly have nothing better to say

Strange little post here for you fine folks, but I’m curious about something: Are there words in the English language that you simply cannot pronounce or say?

For me, it’s “specifically” or any variation of the word “specific.”

But what about the rest of you? What is that one word that you try to utter, yet it repeatedly comes out a bit wrong?

Years ago, I had a high school teacher who couldn’t say “aluminum” – Mr. Mazzino for any of you former West Siders – and I always thought it bizarre that he could not pronounce such a simple word. Then I realized that “specific” alluded my lips, being said more similar to “pacific” somehow, and I noticed he was not alone.

And I’m betting many of you out there face the same dilemma with a word or two. So spill the beans and let me know. I’m feeling nosey today!

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I tried … and failed.

The warning was very clear: Keep blogging and I’ll be forced to hit the little “mark all as read” button that often taunts me and my overwhelming Google Reader.

I wanted to avoid that option. Truly, I did. But with my Reader over 500 posts*, knowing that so many new posts would keep that number from drastically decreasing, I had to give in the temptation. And with one click of my mouse, the Reader was empty.

I thought I’d be relieved, even excited that I could freshly start this week without those blog postings looming over my head, remaining unread. But instead I’m left with a slight remorse for all I’ve missed in the blogosphere by ignoring each and every written word between last Wednesday and today from so many fabulous bloggers. I’m a bit saddened that I took the easy way out, succumbing to the knowledge that I’d never forge my way through those posts rather than taking on the challenge.

Sure, I made a brief attempt to read through a few blogs, but guilt swiftly overcame me as I skipped one blogger for another. I honestly felt a bit remorseful picking and choosing among the many amazing people whose blogs I’ve subscribed to. It was that feeling which forced me into my decision.

Am I the only one who has noticed this guilt-ridden feeling when surrendering to the “mark all as read”? Am I completely alone here in my meager regret? Perhaps I’m just that kind of gal who hates missing out on anything, who loathes falling behind. It’s sadly both possible and plausible that I’m the sole individual to give in to that button’s tempting ways and feel genuinely a bit sorry as a result.

Does this mean I may never again mark each and every posting as “read”? Not at all. I have done so before, and I’ll likely do so again – down the road, of course. But I have to at least hope I’m not left with this guilt after doing so.

If I’ve overlooked something absolutely worthwhile on your blog recently, now is the time to let me know. Delving into the archives is a rarity for myself, so your post faces never being read if you don’t flag it for me.

And if ever you need a guilt-free pass when marking my humble blog as read, consider this my approval. I wouldn’t want anyone ever feeling remorse for overlooking my words when an overwhelming Reader emerges.

* To some of you, 500 might not be that many. However, this was after I skimmed through “Awkward Family Photos” and marked several other threads as read, as well as any shared postings. This number was solely individual blogger-generated posts. Eep! Way to many for me to adequately peruse before the weekend when I go “computer free” yet again (I do that every weekend).



Soaking up some last-minute sun.

Summer may be nearing an end, but I’m slipping away for a few finals days along the beautiful North Carolina coast. I know, you’re super jealous and you should be and you’ll miss me terribly, but do not fret. I shall return on Saturday and dive head first back into the blogosphere on Monday.

In the meantime, here’s a few bullet points of significance to yours truly:

  • I’ll be in Kitty Hawk, NC from Wednesday morning through Friday evening, so keep your fingers crossed that good weather prevails. You should also be jealous that I get to work from the beach on Wednesday evening, turning out a few articles for Friday’s edition of the paper, so I guess it’s not all fun and games … but it’s pretty damn close.
  • If you haven’t already heard, I’m due to be an aunt very soon. And actually, it might be sooner than my brother’s girlfriend’s due date of Oct. 27. She went into labor this past Sunday and was immediately brought to the hospital where they managed to stop the contractions. However, there’s a strong possibility that baby Jaydan will be born within the next two weeks – at least five weeks prior to his scheduled debut. Now, we all know I’m not exactly the religious type, but I’m praying a lot that her bed-rest confinement can keep that little guy in the womb for as long as possible. Any and all prayers – or just wishes of luck – from those of you out there would be appreciated beyond all words.
  • Lastly, I read and watched Obama’s speech today and I’m quite glad that those parents who expected a hidden political agenda were swiftly proven wrong. His words were nothing short of encouraging and uplifting for students across this country. Sadly, nearly six dozen – that’s about 72 – kids in this particular district missed out on those words. That’s a shame. It really is.

I hope everyone enjoys the rest of their week, and I humbly ask that you all stop blogging immediately until my return. Why? Well, I immensely loathe choosing the “mark all as read” option in my GReader and yet, your consistent updates may leave me with no other option.

So if you have a truly worthwhile blog post this week that you fear I may miss, email me or leave a comment here and insist that I read it upon my return to the Internet. Or hey, let me know via Twitter – @mskut, although I warn, it’s locked and protected – which I will be updating and perusing throughout my absence.

‘Til the 14th folks. Peace out girl scouts.



My pen is emotionally charged.

It’s amazing how little I have to say when things in my life are going really well. Sometimes I wonder if all the creativity or writing abilities I contain are hinged on disaster, disappointment, anger, or strong reactions to the world around me. But when life is simple, ordinary and filled with contentment, I’m without words worth writing*.

So what exactly has me fairly blissful these days? Let’s get a bit more personal than usual and delve into some bullet points…

  • My mom is moving to town! In late May, my stepfather moved here for a job with hopes that my mother would soon follow. For a while, she had trouble finding a job, but she was recently hired here in MoTown and will be relocating mid-August. And by “relocating,” I mean I have to fly to Pennsylvania on a Thursday and accompany her Saturday for the drive to NC. It’s okay though, she’s worth it!
  • Boyfriend and I are superbly happy! Like in most relationships, we hit a rough patch where we argued way more than necessary. But for several weeks now, it’s been fight-free and back to cloud 9. With that said, a big thanks to Kendall for listening to my lamentation at least once during the not-so-fun days.
  • I just celebrated my 24th birthday and who doesn’t love their own birthday? Well, before the age of insert the age you most fear here, of course.
  • Although I make little money and, between both jobs, I keep quite busy, work as a whole is going smoothly. Usually summer is a bit slower for news stories – at least in this region – but I’ve had enough to keep me busy without finding myself overwhelmed. (Edited and deleted something here so as to not unnecessarily hurt someone’s feelings…) It’s the little things, after all, that make one happy!
  • For a long time – sporadically – I felt like I didn’t truly have friends here. Aquaintances, sure, but not real friends I could regularly hang out with or count on for much of anything. That notion has been proven wrong within the last month or so, and it’s an amazing feeling to actually feel more of a connection to not only my “new” life, but the people within it.
  • VACATION IN TWO DAYS!!! That’s right. On Thursday morning I will pack up my car and head to Virginia Beach for a long weekend with two of my best friends from high school. We’ve been waiting months for this trip and it seriously cannot arrive soon enough.

I’m not one to complain because my life has been rather awesome lately, but it obviously causes some writing difficulties on my end. I’m sure it doesn’t help that my Google Reader has been busting at the seams lately as well, making me want to read more than write.

But the GReader is finally empty – unless someone has updated within the last 15 minutes – and I’m here just to say my life is currently ahh-mayyy-zing! And it’s about damn time I remarked about the good rather than the bad.

* Whoa. Alliteration FTW.



You look like a monkey, and you smell like one, too.

Woman 1: “Ohhhh! It looks like there was a celebration here.”
Woman 2: “Yes, there was. It’s my birthday tomorrow.”
Woman 1: “Congratulations. My birthday is next month.”

Ignoring the fact that someone forewent* the traditional “Happy Birthday” for congrats – which really seems to be a polite way of saying, “Yay, you haven’t died yet!” – why exactly do people feel the need to tell complete strangers about their birthdays?

This conversation happened between a lady who just came into the office (Woman 1) and our lifestyles editor (Woman 2) only moments ago, and I found it strangely bothersome. Woman 1, who we’ll never see again, ensured that our entire news department knew about her July birthday. Does she expect a cake? Why else would she have found it necessary to share this information? Couldn’t a simple “Happy Birthday” – or in this case, “Congratulations” – suffice?

I wonder if we’re all guilty of this – unknowingly divulging senseless, meaningless tidbits with others throughout the day. Is it something subconscious? Or a simple gut reaction, like saying “nothing” after someone asks “what’s up”? Are we internally programmed to make everything about us?

Whatever the answer may be, isn’t it a bit presumptuous to assume anyone other than ourselves and maybe our parents care about the day we were born? Sure, I’m all about celebrating July as “the month-long celebration of Mindy’s birth” – so Woman 1 better back the eff** off, and you better mark July 15 on your calendar – but there has to be a line somewhere, right?

I guess I’m just babbling on about this because I found Woman 1‘s response a little selfish when, clearly, we Tribuners spent this afternoon honoring one of our own. There was zero need for her to gear the conversation her direction by mentioning her birthday. I mean, come on lady, we all have birthdays. Why must we know when yours is?

* Did you know that “foregoed” is not a word? It’s actually “forewent.” You truly learn something new every day!
** Just wasn’t feeling the actual word today. Ha.



This is me taking the easy way out.
April 28, 2009, 5:39 pm
Filed under: I clearly have nothing better to say, Just whatever

While I have plenty of blog fodder to share with you fine folks – a “weekend update” of my Penn State trip, perhaps? – I’m taking a shortcut today and simply posting this question-mosaic I stole from my Patty.

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DIRECTIONS:
– Go to Google image search.
– Type in your answer to each question.
– Choose a picture from the first page.
– Use this website (http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php) to make your collage.

QUESTIONS:
1. What is your name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What is your hometown?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. What is your favorite movie?
6. What is your favorite drink?
7. What is your dream vacation?
8. What is your favorite dessert?
9. What is one word to describe yourself?
10. How are you feeling right now?
11. What do you love most in the world?
12. What do you want to be when you grow up?

MY ANSWERS:
1. Melinda
2. Chicken
3. Scranton
4. Green
5. Wizard of Oz
6. Mudslide
7. Paris
8. Black tie mousse cake
9. Talkative
10. Busy
11. My dog
12. Journalist