Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Stories, stories, stories

Hello, friends!

So, I just skimmed through the blog, and lo and behold, I am noticing a serious lack of real posts - fun stories, pictures of my adventures, etc. What kind of blogger have I become?!

Sorry for the laziness. Well, busyness, really. It's been such a hectic few weeks!!! There's definitely some excellent blog fodder in there - it's just a matter of scratching out the time to blog between working and learning my music for choir, having a social life and actually attending church activities again (which I've avoided for months - church each week, of course, but no FHE or institute or what-not... I know... slacker central!). Oh, and I need to get back to training for a 5K, now that I can breathe again (seriously, it's amazing how much you take that for granted 'til you get bronchitis). Honestly, I do not know how so many of you balance a family in the mix of daily life. I can barely keep up with doing my own thing!

Anyways, stay tuned... And I know I say that, but, uh, this time I mean it?


And for good measure - can you believe this trip was nearly a year ago? Neither can I. And it was before I started the blog, so you might have never heard about it. AMAZING trip. Best trip I've ever taken, honestly. Chock full o' blog fodder! I might need to do a travelogue, one year after the fact.

Oh, and random thought, but I have decided that I am decidedly un-funny. When I say this, people laugh. Which sort of disproves my theory. But, honestly, ever since I reawakened my political junky-ness in the fall, I've gotten so serious all the time, I feel like this:



Is it all in my head? Or am I more boring? Discuss.

Monday, February 23, 2009

The importance of preparation

Hi, friends!

Pardon me for getting serious for a moment here, but there's something that has weighed heavily upon my mind lately that I've been wanting to share with you.

Tonight I just came across this clip by Glenn Beck, and he strikes a chord that's played heavily on my mind lately: preparedness.



It is so important to be self-sufficient and to prepare for what's ahead. Latter-day Saint leaders have emphasized this for years and years, but I worry that those of other faiths (or of no faith, for that matter) haven't heard this message as clearly. Please, friends, do what you can now to stock your pantries and to get out of debt. Things will continue to get grimmer economically, and it's vital to be ready for the worst-case scenario. Think of New Orleans after Katrina, or of Manhattan immediately after the towers fell at 9/11.

And remember, Noah didn't wait for the raindrops to fall before he built the ark. The sun was shining, and people called him crazy, but when the deluge hit, He was blessed greatly for following God's counsel and not man's. Let's learn the same lesson.

If you want more info on how, the LDS Church has a site called ProvidentLiving.org that has a temporal focus on self-reliance (in other words, it doesn't get into religious doctrine). It's a good idea to have at least a three-month supply of food and water at home, plus a 72-hour kit in the car. I've been better about this in the past than I am now, but please, join with me in getting prepared. I love all of you so much, and I know so strongly that it is critically important to be prepared, just in case. Please take the time to get your house in order, and I'll do the same - we can weather the storms ahead together.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Diamonds are a girl's best friend


I'm in the midst of organizing blog reading lists for the execs of my accounts who will soon be entering the blogosphere themselves. So how I stumbled upon a diamond-buying Web site while researching tech and business blogs is beyond me, but it happened.

And I fell in love.


This is my new favorite diamond. It's called an Asscher cut.

The stunning 57-facet cut originates from the Royal Asscher Diamond Company in Netherlands circa 1902, a time when round cuts were the standard. It looks a lot like an emerald cut, only in a square shape instead of a rectangle. The cut rose to popularity in the 1920s, as its geometric focus dovetailed perfectly with the art deco movement.

And that, of course, makes sense as to why I like it. I'm all about streamlined, clean design that's still elegant in an understated way. Plus, don't you love that X-mark it sort of makes? It's so distinctive and interesting. Love, love, love it!



Don't you love the classic, almost antique look of these rings? I know the pave look is so trendy right now, but I honestly love it - mostly because even though it's all the rage, it does look antique, and it'll maintain that classic feel throughout time.

And because I secretly wish I'd lived in the 1920s, apparently, seeing as I'm drawn to F. Scott Fitzgerald, jazz music, old movies and art deco architecture. I'd pass on the whole bootlegging hedonism... but man, give me that kind of understated elegance any day!

So, should hell freeze over and some guy fall in love with me, when he goes running to my girlfriends to ask what I want... now you know.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Ah, Trader Joe's

Thanks to Facebook, I'm now blog-stalking John, one of my most favorite, favorite, favorite friends from BYU. This makes me happy, 'cause I've been trying to cyberstalk him for a while, but his name's not quite unique enough to just Google up.

(Is it weird that I've just admitted this? Oh well. It's true.)

Anyways - he had this fun "commercial" for Trader Joe's on his blog, and I just had to pass it along. Trader Joe's is the most amazing grocery store!!! It's up there with Target and Disneyland in terms of my happy places. They have all kinds of unique, health-conscious, funky stuff - and it's actually cheaper than the regular grocery stores. I missed it so when I was in Utah!

Any other Trader Joe's addicts out there? What are your favorite finds?

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Love, love, love

Talk about a walk through memory lane!

While in the midst of filing away four months' worth of bills, paperwork, cards, notes, concert tickets, etc., I had a handful of wedding invitations to add to my stash.

Yes, yes, I have actually kept every single wedding invitation that I've received since my freshman year of college (the first in the collection: Becky Bell, the older sister of my freshman neighbor - in case you were wondering).

Of course, a hefty chunk of that stack are my friends who are now blogging buddies, thanks to the various paths on which life has taken us - Kristen, Kristyn, Katie, Becky, Tabitha, Rebecca, Laura, Annalise, Kellie, Aubrey, Liz, Heather, Amber. I could go on and on!

Well, I just have to say, it was so, so fun to flip through all of these photos of friends so dear to my heart, to see them positively radiant with the loves of their lives. You're all so lovely and wonderful, and seeing you so happy makes me so happy.

And, with that being said, I have a query for all of you married womenfolk.

I want to hear your love stories. There are so many of you who met and married your sweethearts after the time in which our lives crossed paths. My friend Liz went through and wrote a multi-part series on how she came to be Mrs. Malone, and I seriously ate it up because we were out of touch for four years - the friendship was rekindled only a month before the wedding, and I never did get to hear the tale until now!

So, just a request to you married ladies. Tell me your love story if you have the chance? If you wanted to blog it, I'm sure your readers would love to hear the tale. Well, at least I would. Or just leave the Reader's Digest version in my comments. Either way. Hearing the success stories of my near and dear friends gives me hope that I, too, might follow suit someday.

Y'know... when hell freezes over and all that jazz.

(P.S. When I get my act together and get my hands on a scanner, I just might have to post some of my fav invites - be prepared!)

Why am I excited?

Ummmm, because I get to sing here:





As one of those ladies in the lovely blue dresses -


- and no, that's not sarcastic. As far as choral attire goes, they're actually quite fabulous! Much, much better than some of the hideous get-ups donned by the MoTab, my goodness...

Just 4 1/2 weeks 'til OCMCO's spring concert, "The Lord Is My Shepherd." I'm thrilled! Pretty overwhelmed by the quantity and quality of music I need to memorize by then - I drilled over a couple songs on Sunday 'til I literally could sing no more - but thrilled nevertheless. I've had a few of our pieces in my mind constantly for the last several days (with an emphasis on the first alto part, naturally).

Here's a teaser of one of the songs we're doing, to whet your appetite:




If you'll be in the Orange County area on March 21st, please come! You can order tickets through the Orange County Performing Artscenter. More info on the concert and on the Orange County Mormon Choral Organization is available at http://www.ocmco.org.

The world's BEST chocolate cake


I love cooking. Love, love, love it.

To me, there is something so inherently and distinctly feminine about cooking. When I'm in the kitchen, I feel like I'm connecting with generations of women who preceded me. It's so fulfilling to spend the time creating something delicious for the ones you love. Food has such an emotional connection - there's such instant gratification in eating something that hits the spot. Cooking is such a simple and satisfying way to nurture - especially when you think about how the food you serve literally becomes a part of those who eat. It's pretty cool.

Along the lines of generation connecting, my favorite things to cook are family recipes. Everyone in my family cooks. Seriously, everyone - both sets of parents (okay, so, my stepdad doesn't - but mom, dad and stepmom all do), both grandmothers, all my aunts and uncles (well, not sure about the step-uncles), my brother. Heck, even my 11-year-old cousin Katie is a pro in the kitchen! We have regular debates about who makes the best chocolate chip cookies - I've long said we should have a Woodall family bake-off, but taste is so subjective.

Although I love the concoctions by The Pioneer Woman, Alton Brown and the geniuses on allrecipes.com, those recipes fail to evoke the same connection as the dishes I've been eating since childhood - my mom's tuna-noodle casserole (which, if we're being technical, is actually Jessi Mozo's mom's recipe out of the Fremont Elementary School cookbook - but it's the one Mom always made), my dad's brownies, my grandma's parmesan chicken.

For the last week or so, I've been craving my Grandma Doris's AMAZING chocolate bundt cake recipe. It's been my favorite for as long as I can remember - so believe you me, it was a shocker when I went to make this for the first time and discovered it's actually a doctored-up cake mix! Grandma's smart like that.

So, yesterday, on my day off, I spent the day in the kitchen, once again whipping up PW's pot roast and crash hot potatoes as well as - my crowning achievement of the day - my grandma's chocolate cake. Because I love you people, I'm going to share this tasty recipe. It's a winner. Enjoy!

GRANDMA DORIS'S DOUBLE CHOCOLATE POUND CAKE
  • 1 box chocolate cake mix (the kind with pudding in, a la Betty Crocker - she recommends chocolate fudge, but any chocolate kind works)
  • 2/3 cup water
  • 1/3 cup orange juice
  • 1 cup sour cream
  • 3 eggs
  • 6 oz. mini-chocolate chips (3/4 cup)
Mix together everything but chocolate chips (easy, no?) - I followed the box's recommendation of 30 seconds on low and then 2 minutes on medium. Then mix in the chocolate chips.

Pour into a well-greased (with shortening - NOT oil), well-floured bundt pan. The greasing and flouring are essential for the cake to not stick, so be thorough. Bake at 350* F. for 40-45 minutes.

When the cake has cooled down, drizzle with chocolate glaze,

which is made by combining:

  • 3 Tbsp. butter (you can melt it; I just used softened butter and then zapped the whole glaze for 25 seconds to make it pourable)
  • 1 cup powdered sugar, sifted
  • 1 tsp. vanilla
  • 2 Tbsp. hot water
  • 6 Tbsp. cocoa
I recommend serving along with some vanilla ice cream.


Oh, good heavens - come to mama!!!


And, of course, the final step: enjoy!!!


Don't Emily and Dawn look like happy campers? I think they just love me for my mad cooking skills. :)

Monday, February 16, 2009

Rainy days and seven hours

This morning I woke up to the best sound in the world: a pounding rainstorm.

I will take a deluge over the loud screeching of my two alarm clocks (because one seriously isn't enough for me) any day.

I can't explain it, but I am fascinated with the rainstorms that we've been getting lately. Two or three times already today I've gone to my window and peeked out at the cloudburst, delighted by the pounding sound on my roof and the splashes the raindrops make on the now-flooded sidewalk.

My feet will get soaked if I dare leave my apartment. I'm wishing a little bit that I had some wellies... but mostly I'm glad that I live somewhere where weather of any sort is a treat, a delight.

Having a day off is such a lovely thing. Thank you, Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Washington, for being born. Not only because I get a holiday, though. All of your major contributions to society definitely trump that. The day off is just the icing on the cake. (And a yummy icing at that!)

So, what to do on a day off? My friend Christine came down from L.A. Friday night - more on those adventures later - and so, as always seems to be the case, my little slice of the planet got cleaned up cleaner than it's been in some time. My home is never cleaner than when I have company coming. The major upside to this current state of cleanliness is that I no longer have the gnawing, dreading, you-need-to-clean!!! feeling hanging over my head. In fact, my shower's now fixed (the door has been scraping for months), and it's just so zen, having order in my little world.

It also leaves me with the possibility of a chore-free day (well, except for sorting and filing three months' worth of paperwork... which I'll do while watching a movie of some sort, so it doesn't seem as chorey). The plan had been to scout out a campsite in Big Bear with some friends, but the combination of inclement weather and recently-busy schedules cancelled that idea.

And so, I have nothing to do until FHE at 7:30 p.m. This is unfamiliar territory for overscheduled me!

I feel a little bit like the possibilities are endless.

Last night my roommate suggested that some pot roast might be in order. My Le Creuset is tempting, in all of its cherry-red splendor, and I'm always up for an excuse to don one of my darling new aprons. Plus I've been craving my grandmother's amazing double-chocolate pound cake (which is so danged good that if I do break down and make it, I just might share the recipe with you - since, y'know, I can't actually offer a slice to most of you. Although if you South County readers want a taste, that could be arranged). Cooking would actually require showering and getting dressed... but I guess since I'll have to do that tonight anyways, I might as well.

Then again, I'm still working my way through that mac-and-corn casserole from last week that called for upwards of two pounds of cheese (gruyere, white cheddar, sharp cheddar, fresh mozzarella, parmesan). Needless to say, it's the cheesiest thing on the planet, and while it's pretty tasty, I will likely never make it again. I have to cut down the cheesiness by throwing in some fresh spinach (which gets all wilty in the microwave - yum!) and chicken. Even then, it's kind of overwhelming to consider that I will have singlehandedly consumed two pounds of cheese and a pound of pasta, even if it's over the course of a week or so. I seriously need to remember to halve recipes when I'm cooking for one. So... cooking up a storm might not be the best option.

Today would definitely lend itself to curling up with a good book. It's a curl-up-with-cocoa kind of day (which I already did - check that baby off my list!). All of the books I'm currently reading are out in my car, though. My backseat is a veritable library, since most of my reading time is spent during my lunchbreaks. I still go to the park every day, even if the weather's bad. I enjoy sitting in my car while the rain pounds down on it. Anyways, maybe I'll start a new book. Goodness knows my reading list is a mile long.

Then there's the rarely-done hobby of scrapbooking. It's been ages since I busted that stuff out. Maybe that would be a worthy way to spend the day?

Wow. I have seven more hours to spend any which way. I'd better go take advantage of this and get off the computer! I'll let you know what I wind up doing soon... plus I'd better fill you in on some of the weekend's adventures. Too bad I can't find my camera charger! Maybe hunting that down will be factored into my seven hours...

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Lego lovin'

Growing up, I spent many an hour playing with my brother's massive Lego collection. They're just plain fun!

So, I think that's why I'm totally entranced by these Lego stop-motion viral vids. The best one I've found was the "White and Nerdy" rendition, but these others are pretty fun, too. Enjoy!





Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Marriage Fever (from the Christa archives)


AUTHOR'S NOTE: In honor of V-Day coming up this weekend I went to the Christa archives and pulled out this column I wrote for BYU's student paper five years ago. It pretty much still rings true... and I'm still working on swallowing my antidote. It's a process, lol. Enjoy!

MARRIAGE FEVER
Don’t get discouraged, single sickness can be solved

By Christa Jeanne Woodall
Feb. 12, 2004


Brace yourselves, Cougars.

With Valentine’s Day around the corner, marriage fever will soon rage through Utah Valley. No student is safe from the epidemic as friends and roommates fall victim to the irresistible illness of love. This fever spreads like wildfire, and once you catch it, you’re a goner for eternity.

Lurking in the shadows of the love epidemic, however, is another painful, more deadly disease that is often overlooked: singles sickness.

Most students at BYU have marriage as an eventual eternal goal, even those swearing to become the first Mormon nuns. The family is central to happiness, and every family had to start out with a first date somewhere along the way.

As a result, the pressure to date is everywhere, from countless happy couples strolling through Brigham Square and new engagement announcements in the mail each week to “Singles Awareness Day” T-shirts on display in the bookstore and reminders that any man still single after his 25th birthday is a menace to society.

Sometimes I wonder if students need all the pushing. Marriage is a serious matter, and I have yet to find someone who is actively and consciously postponing finding a good match because he or she prefers being single.

Keeping a good perspective on dating becomes difficult here at the Y. While dating is the first step on the road to eternal joy, there is more to dating than going out on one perfect date that will last through eternity. Looking endlessly for the “right one” is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

The word “dating” has its roots in the word “data.” The process involves gathering information and finding what one desires in an eternal match.

Yet the process often turns into a chronic disease. Some people seldom date and feel left out in the cold. Others date often and find the game tiresome and unsatisfying. Either way, the result is a plague of singles sickness, where the topic of dating and marriage dominates conversation and leaves people feeling sick.

There is a remedy, however. Here is my three-fold antidote to singles sickness:

The fastest cure is to establish friendships. Get to know people for who they are without the eternal perspective in mind at first. You may be surprised by what you find beneath the facades people put up.

Singlehood is an ideal time to become the best person you can be. Opportunities arise during single life that don’t work when a spouse or kids must be factored into the equation. Never again will you have so much time to figure out who you are and what you want out of life. Work on developing the qualities you want in an ideal companion. Confidence and happiness are irresistible.

Most importantly, relax and have fun. It’s much more enjoyable to be happily single than to be bitter about it. Dating and marriage aren’t goals you can accomplish alone, but happiness does come in doses for one, and it’s the sweetest medicine you can taste.

Is it bad that I find this hilarious?

On the way into work this morning, the folks at My FM were debating the ethics of a father posting this footage of his son on YouTube:



Which makes me wonder, am I a bad person for finding this HILARIOUS?! Maybe it's because I don't have kids of my own, but this thing cracks me up. I mean, who hasn't experienced the loopiness that accompanies waking up from oral surgery? "Is this going to be forever?"

PS: Check out the remix - a little weird to think someone did this, but it's too funny...

Monday, February 09, 2009

Utah Adventures


So... I never blogged up my Utah trip, did I? (Or my Arizona trip, for that matter - sheesh! What is wrong with me?!

Well, I just discovered the awesomeness of Picasa, so here's a little teaser from my Utah trip. I went on some pretty awesome trips in 2008, and I think the Utah trip is the only one I blogged (since I wasn't blogging yet when I went to San Fran). So, I may have to do a year's travel-in-review kind of recap soon... but not tonight. For now, enjoy!

Making the next move


Today I posted a Facebook status that sparked quite a flurry of comments and questions, so I thought I'd expand on my thoughts and pick your collective brains on my latest Big Idea: moving.

First, some background: By the close of 2009, I will have been an Orange County resident for five years. Five years! That's, like, forever in young-working-single years - especially when this residency came only by default. My dad's lived down here since the mid-'90s, so this has been my home base since graduating from high school. Since I didn't make any Big Plans for myself after graduating from college ("when you fail to plan, you plan to fail"), I wound up with a job in Orange County and lived at home with the folks for a year.

Well, four years have passed, three of which have been spent in my lovely little apartment in Laguna Niguel, within the boundaries of the most amazing ward (when you're LDS, your church congregation, or "ward," is determined by geography). Frankly, it's a sweet life. I've come to love southern Orange County (a fate I resisted for a long time), and I finally have a job that both I enjoy and pays the bills (which took several tries to find that winning combo, believe you me!). I mean, I can't complain, really - I certainly don't want to look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak.

Living in Orange County is comfortable and familiar - I've spent time here since birth, after all, what with childhood trips to Newport Beach and living in South County off and on since 1999. My first job was down here (Target in Foothill Ranch, in case you were wondering), I failed my driver's license test down here (on PCH, no less), my first career job (and second, third and fourth) was here... it's home, for better or worse.

Thing is, though, I never intended to settle here. Ever.

I really worry that I'm missing out on being adventurous. Things have played out in my life to where I'm assured that I've been precisely where I needed to be for the last four years, and because of that, I don't regret the default my life's played out to be. But I think those days of living in cruise control need to come to an end. I never imagined that I'd be turning 27 and still living in the phase of life I begun at 22. Which isn't to say I don't enjoy it, because I do - and please don't infer that I'm lamenting my singlehood, because currently I'm loving it - but, I don't know. I'm feeling restless. Ever since Christmas I've been playing around with the idea of a Big Move, and the more I think about it, the more I want to make it a reality in the next 18 months to two years. My job's fantastic, and I'm not nearly ready to leave it yet - especially with the economy being what it is and all - but a girl can dream, right? At least if I actively plan toward SOMETHING, I'll feel like I'm not gathering moss.

So, that being said, today's Facebook post referenced possibly moving to Seattle or Denver. The rainy weather this week puts me in such a Seattle mood, and although I've never been to Denver, I think it meets my criteria (plus some of my dearest friends live there and love it).

What criteria, you ask? Here are my big three must-haves:

BIG CITY: Growing up in the foothills above Los Angeles wired me for city life. In fact, spending five years in Provo, Utah, was about as provincial as I want to get (I was known to drive 40 minutes to Salt Lake City just for the heck of it, to soak in the downtown atmosphere). Besides, big cities tend to be hotbeds of public relations job opportunities, which is kind of requisite for sustaining life anywhere. Girl's gotta eat, y'know?

LDS SINGLES POPULATION: Sure, I'm loving my singlehood-ness-ship at the moment, but that isn't to say I want to remain single forever. And since I want to marry someone LDS, my dating pool is limited to LDS fellas. Preferably of the intelligent, tall, professional variety. A girl's gotta have standards here.

MODERATE CLIMATE: Being a California girl, I am admittedly a weather wimp. I can handle snow and cold - after all, I did survive plenty of Utah winters - but there has to be moderation in all things. Some snow and freezing temperatures? Sure. Sub-freezing temperatures where you basically want to curl up and die? Not acceptable in my book. I've heard enough whining about the cold of Minnesota to scratch that option off my list!

A nice, optional item on the list would be to know at least one friend there. Having someone familiar definitely makes a transition smoother, but it's not mandatory. I didn't know a soul when I moved to Seattle for the summer, and I survived. LDS singles wards provide such a wonderful network of insta-friends with similar beliefs and standards, I feel like I could move just about anywhere and survive with a good ward.

So far the places I've come up with that meet my criteria are Seattle, Denver, Boise and Phoenix. If you've got any additional insight or opinions, I'm all ears. Lest anyone suggest it, Utah is out. Been there, done that. I loooove Salt Lake, but not enough to live there. My lifelong dream has always been to live in New York City or Washington, D.C., but I honestly don't know if I'm quite bold enough for that.

Again, I'm not planning on leaving too soon, so don't go packing my bags for me - but isn't it a lovely thought? I'll only be young and single once, after all. My 20's are flying by, and I don't want to waste the opportunity because I was too comfortable and boring to try something new.

PS: This song is like my theme song for big adventures - I always think of this when I'm trying to make a Big Decision like this. I know, I am such a nerd! Whatever - this keeps running through my mind in light of the topic at hand, so there you go. "I've always longed for adventure, to do the things I've never dared" pretty much sums it up. Sorry I couldn't find a video clip - this is as good as it gets, but I had to share. :)

Sunday, February 08, 2009

I heart Hugh

Today I fell in love - with Hugh Jackman.

Hugh's had a piece of my heart since his brooding Wolverine hit the screen back in 2000, but today I witnessed an entirely different facet of this multitalented Aussie's offerings: Hugh the singer.

My latest Netflix find was a 1999 production of Oklahoma! in which Hugh played Curly. Oh my goodness, can this man sing!!!

Turning to YouTube for more Hugh dreaminess, I stumbled upon this lovely medley and wanted to share it with y'all. Apparently Hugh's hosting the Oscars this year - looks like I may have to tune in for the first time in years!

Friday, February 06, 2009

The hierarchy of communication in the digital dating age


In the promos for He's Just Not That Into You, which comes out today, Drew Barrymore's character lays out the plight of keeping in touch with an object of affection in today's digital age. No longer is it a matter of staring at the telephone, willing it to ring:

"I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my Blackberry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. It's exhausting."
Hate to say it, but I can sooooo relate to what she's talking about! A few months ago I rekindled communication with a guy I knew in college. Great guy, but he lives 2,000 miles away, so other than overlapping one day on respective trips during the holidays, all of our chatting has been through the modern marvels of Facebook and cell phones.

Well, I've come to the conclusion that it's pretty much over - not because of anything that's been said, but because of the modificiation of communication methods. It's been funny to watch it develop - from a comment on a Facebook status to phone calls to a face-to-face date, and now it's regressed back the other way. Phone calls have given way to commenting on Facebook statuses, which, in my opinion, is the bottom of the digital communications totem pole.

Which leads me to this theory that I've cooked up. There's totally a hierarchy of communications in today's multiplicity of media. To me, true, thoughtful communication fosters reciprocity and dialogue. The more a medium does this, the more valuable it is. Here's how I rank 'em from highest to lowest - let me know what you think. I'd love some feedback!!!


DIGITAL DATING COMMUNICATIONS HIERARCHY

Webcam: This definitely takes the top because it's the closest you can get to being in the same space without actually meeting face to face. You're able to invoke both sight and sound, capturing facial expressions, quirks, the warmth of a smile or a pair of eyes. A friend who advised me on long-distance relationships said webcams are a must - she appreciated it because she could see if her now-hubby was wearing a great shirt or had gotten a haircut, which goes a long way when you're across the country.

Phone: Ah, the good ol' telephone. This medium is tried and true for value. Although there's the lack of a view, much can be said for hearing someone's voice, catching the inflections of emotion, enjoying a laugh, even being able to tell if someone's got a cold (I currently sound like a stuffy frog still, but whatev). Phone calls take the effort of carving out a chunk of time for conversing, especially because they're most effective when you're not multitasking. I haven't seen my best friend in a few years now because she lives across the country, but she's still my BFF because we talk at least once a week, and she's almost more in the loop of what's happening with me than some friends nearby are!

Letters and Cards: There is nothing like a handwritten letter. That being said, who actually takes the time to write letters anymore? I haven't penned a letter since the missionary I wrote to throughout my senior year of college came home, and by that point, I was done with it. I have been known to send cards from time to time, though. It's a nice, tangible reminder that someone loves you. You can't appreciate handwriting from a computer screen - it just isn't the same.

Email: Of course, you can't downplay the convenience of email, either. It has the ubiquitous factor going for it - everyone in this day and age has email, even my grandma. Email has the potential upsides of an old-fashioned letter, providing ample opportunity to discuss things of emotive and conceptual depth. However, as a medium, it has mostly devolved into rapidly fired off snippets of information, rife with emoticons and acronyms. In theory they can be long and thoughtful like letters, but in practice, they're not. (I do love the way you can get a conversation going with multiple recipients, though - I've gotten some great advice from my high school besties through these sort of back-and-forth reply-all chains.)

Texting: The upside to a text message is that it's immediate, private and direct. It shows some thought on behalf of the texter to fire off a message, even if that message is capped at 160 characters. However, texting is no good for sustaining a conversation. I tried that one Saturday night with aforementioned fella, and I was sick of it after 11 texts. Never again will I shoot for a long textversation. The medium just does not lend itself to a genuine back and forth - in which case it's almost a disingenuous way to say "I'm thinking of you... but not enough to actually want to talk to you." And texting is almost always done while multitasking, so how much can you actually focus on the recipient? It'd be more valuable to just wait until you can really talk.

Facebook: Okay, there are multiple ways to communicate via Facebook, and not all of them are created equal. In general, though, Facebook is a lazy form of communication. It's a great way to keep tabs on acquaintences, and it's a great springboard for rekindling old friendships and feeling like part of someone's everyday happenings. In fact, one of my coworkers/friends likened Facebook posts to "digital PDA." However, when it comes to really sustaining a relationship, man cannot live by Facebook alone.

Here are the sub-categories of the Facebook communique:

- Facebook email: It's almost as good as real email, but there's an inherent impersonality to it. There's a lazy convenience that takes no real forethought or effort - just click "compose a message," type in a name, and there goes your message! On the upside, it's private, and it is more personal than the other Facebook channels.

- Facebook wall: To write on someone's wall does take a little initiative. You've got to think of something witty and flirty - but, at the same time, it's up there for all of the recipient's friends to see, so how personal and cute can you really get? It's definitely a throwaway technique, lacking in really any depth.

- Posted item / note comment: If someone comments on a posted item or note, it's validating. For one thing, it shows that you're paying attention to what that person is adding to the Facebook information bank. Furthermore, it shows that you took the time to read what they wrote or posted, and you can add to the dialogue of comments. But, again, it's fairly impersonal.

- Facebook status comment: To me, this is the lowest form of communicating in this digital age. Which isn't to say it's bad - but it holds the least value. When you comment on whatever someone's status is, it's a fun, quick way to keep a banter going - but at the same time, it's not all that personal. When the recipient is getting those comments from all of his or her other Facebook friends - acquaintences and friends from childhood through career - then how does that really distinguish or differentiate you from the crowd? It doesn't. It's a two-second way to feel like you're communicating with someone when it takes no real emotional commitment. Hearing a note of congrats is always nice, but it means so much less placed here than it would in a wall post or a text message - or, even better, in a congratulatory phone call.

So, that's my analysis. Either I'm onto something, or I need a life. Or some combination thereof.

What do you think? I'd love to hear your feedback!!!

Thursday, February 05, 2009

High school flashbacks




I saw this on my friend Katie's blog and thought it would be a fun walk down memory lane...

1. Did you date someone from high school? Nope, wasn't much of a dater then.

2. What kind of car did you drive? Whatever my friends drove (which would mostly be in the passenger or back of Rebecca's Chevy Nova, Lewis, or Haas's Pathfinder). I didn't get my license 'til college.

3. Were you a party animal? Me? Hahahahaha, noooooo. I'm about as boring as they get! Was I social and knew a lot of people? Yes, but I didn't really have much of a social life beyond school. (Wow... I can't even imagine that now! How sad!)

4. Were you considered a flirt? Goodness, no. I was much more date-tarded in high school than I was in college, and even then, I was no good.

5. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? Choir, until our evil new choir teacher who came in my junior year kicked me out because I was a brat to him. Seriously. Kicked out for attitude. I was pretty crushed and didn't sing in college because of it, lame as that sounds.

6. What was your most embarrassing moment? Definitely the time I whacked my head into a pole and got a concussion. That was definitely genius.

7. Were you a nerd? Not really. At least, I don't think I was... AP classes and such, but no pocket protectors.

8. Were you on any varsity teams? Heck no! Not an athletic bone in my body.

9. Were you ever suspended or expelled? Nope. I'm boring.

10. Can you still sing the fight song? I can sing our alma mater - which is to the same tune as the hymn "Come Ye Children of the Lord." Funny story: I'd never heard that hymn 'til college, and I was sooooo confused as to why the Falcon alma mater was playing! "Crescenta Valley now to thee, we sing our song of loyalty..."

11. Who were your favorite teachers? Mr. Levering, econ and Spanish - that man is AMAZING!!!; Mrs. Lee, English; Mr. Beerman and Ms. Chaplar, English and drama. We had an amazing group of teachers at CV, though - there's only one or two bad apples I can think of from that bunch.

12. What was your school's full name? Crescenta Valley High School

13. What was your school's mascot? Falcons (I hear Brian Landisi coined the term "We're falcon awesome!" after we left...)

14. Did you go to homecoming? For better or worse, I went twice. Sophomore year I went unattached with a big group and had a blast. Senior year I went with my group of friends, but my date and I absolutely couldn't stand each other. We just went together because we didn't have anyone else, and in hindsight, I sooooo regret it. It was awful. Awful!!!

15. If you could go back and do it again, would you? With the knowledge I have now? Maybe. Not to relive my glory days, 'cause they definitely weren't, but there's soooo much I'd do differently. It was fun, though.

16. Have you gained weight since then? Unfortunately. I lost weight in college, but a desk job and some health problems have not been friendly to my waistline.

17. Are you planning to go to your ten year reunion? Of course! I'm helping Aubrey plan it. And we need volunteers (hint, hint).

Ah, memories. I tag any other Falcon alumni - Rebecca, Tabitha, Christine, Brandon, Kaylynn, Amor, etc.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

More evidence that John Krasinski is the dreamiest



Seriously, who could resist this kind of talent?! *sigh* Sooooo dreamy...

Monday, February 02, 2009

Sick day #10: Bronchitis is a beast!

Hi, friends!

Well, lo and behold, I am still sick. Unbelievable, huh? Today I finally went to the doctor's (with much help from my amazing visiting teacher, Rachel, who chauffered me to the appointment and to get drugs afterward) and got the diagnosis that I have bronchitis.

It's SUCH a bummer, because I was almost well again!!! I even went to work on Friday and was fine, about 85% back to normal. I felt great - well, at least almost normal again - on Saturday, too, but I pushed myself too much, and alas, by the time I got home Saturday night, I had fever and chills and all that good stuff. Now I'm home once again, resting, with a doctor's note that prohibits me from going back to work 'til Wednesday or Thursday - which will mean almost two weeks of being sick. What a nightmare!!!

So, just a note to say I'm still alive - but, having been essentially a shut-in for a week-plus, I don't have much of anything interesting to report. I feel so out of the loop! For someone as perpetually busy as myself to put life on hold for two weeks is almost unthinkable. I am soooo looking forward to getting better. It's amazing how easy it is to take one's health for granted until it's gone. I can't imagine how people with long-term health problems handle it. It must be so discouraging! I am so, so grateful to have people around who are so eager to help me out, and I can't wait to rejoin the human race once more.