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Thursday, April 24, 2008

  • Smoke and Mirrors

    The past two days have been difficult. I grappled with myself about whether I should even write this blog entry. Finally, though, I decided that using Xanga and posting a blog is still the best way to say, "good-bye".  The irony, and reason for my turmoil, is that while I consider Xanga to be an awesome product and have never been more pleased with all the new features that they continually roll out, I am completely at odds with the direction that Xanga is taking, as a company and an employer. Since Joe started at Xanga eight months ago, I admit I have a different perspective of Xanga than a normal user. I got to meet a majority of the Xanga team face-to-face and welcome them as my friends. They are no longer just names to me. Therefore, during this stressful time, I want to show solidarity to my friends working at Xanga.

    I wasn't always so positive about this matter. I thought about all the vindictive things I could spew out. All the frustration and betrayal and incredible sadness that has been compacting inside me. But I don't want to memorialize those emotions. This entry is about one last hoorah. For four years, Xanga has been a place of solace and friendship for me. The Xanga community is composed of such a proud, strong collection of members. And I think I can say without any kind of qualifiers that Xanga has such strong appeal because of the intimate relationship between employees and members. I respect the programmers that make Xanga run and their dedication to the users. I know that they put so much on the line and I hope that one day, their vision can be fulfilled. I wish everyone the best.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

  • Under Pressure

    Within the past week, I've felt intensely frustrated with my life, love, and work. Even as the days march forward, I don't seem to feel any sort of progress. Perhaps if I was sixty and able to look back on all my accomplishments, I would be able to enjoy the simple act of living. However, in my mid-twenties, I want to be buzzing around at top speed and pushing myself to new levels. Where I am currently does not make me happy. There's a raw disconnect between the dullness of my actions and the strain that I feel to be more. I don't want to make excuses for why nothing has happened. I feel that there is always a way to change your circumstances. A few years back, I found myself backed into a corner, naive and completely manipulated by others because I didn't take steps to help myself. At that time, I found how much inner strength I had because eventually I had to pull myself up. It was possibly the most painful experience I have ever had to go through. I know if I could handle that then I can handle this.

Monday, April 21, 2008

  • Vindication is so sweet

    So, I was breaking my back this weekend cleaning up a messy situation at work. When I say messy, I'm not just talking about the finger-pointing, but physically messy. I looked like I chimney sweep and smelled like a oil refinery. I think this seriously crushed my fantasies of ever elegantly breezing into work with skirts and heels. I really should have taken a cue during orgo lab when we were made to don green, plastic goggles that made me feel like a goldfish in a glass bowl. Chemists are not allowed to be chic, and I think some days it wears on me more than others.
    What made the labor eventually worthwhile, was validating my initial claim that the fire was not due to operator error. The three beers I kicked back later that night also soothed my indignation and sore muscles.

Friday, April 18, 2008

  • This is My House

    Ever since I was young, I've been a day dreamer. I re-read one of the stories that I wrote when I was nine. My main female character had just turned into a mermaid and was setting off to rescue her boyfriend prince who had been trapped by an evil sorcerer. Now, instead of mermaids and princes, I dream of what sort of home I'll have that I can call my very own. Before you start drifting off, I'm not talking about white picket fences and lace curtains that I peek out of in a pink gingham apron. It's just that after cohabitating with a number of people, I want a place where just my rules apply. No compromises, no messes that aren't my own, and yes, no sharing rent. That means completely my own funds, purchasing freedom...sweet freedom, cuz freedom sure ain't free.
    I'd get a place that has gigantic south-facing windows and gorgeous patio doors. It'd have skylights. Light everywhere. I'd paint it robin's egg blue with white molding and fulfill all my Pottery Barn fantasies. My orchids would think they died and went to heaven. I would have an insane heating/cooling bill. Or I could live in SoCal. 
    I would have a tub that I could stretch out in and have the water reach my neck. I would use it every week and read a book while the bubbles slowly melt away. My toilet paper would always face outward.
    I'd own white plushy sofas that make me feel like I'm lounging on clouds.
    It wouldn't have to be big, but I like an open floor plan. A walk-in closet is key. Cabinetry has to be accessible for me without pulling up a step stool. No tile or laminate flooring. No too tall ceilings.
    I would need a basement or garage; somewhere I can put chunks of wood and power tools.
    Too bad this is all very far away, but then again there's currently no cost to live in a house in the sky.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

  • Transitional Phrases

    So, I just got back from my oh so important government meeting in Massachusetts. After sitting in on 16 hours of meetings and long stretches of time chit-chatting to high level scientists, I think I got the jargon down.
    - The take away message is = in summary
    - To address the issue/question = here is our solution (because there is always a problem)
    - We can consider 'A' to be a function of 'B' because = A and B are related
    - The main thrust = main focus
    - 'C' seems to be the most promising = best result
    - With proper optimization = more work.

    Also, if there is a tense moment, it is always appropriate to make a crack at graduate students. Aka, "This data did not turn out as well as expected...perhaps my grad student didn't put enough elbow grease into it."

    I also had to sit through a ton of powerpoint presentations. Some were considerably better than others. Along with the advice I received before my own presentation, there were a few tips that I took away myself:

    Do not read the slide. It makes people feel that you're reading to them and it's bedtime. Also, too much text seems like little ants marching all over the screen; it's distracting.
    If you have the choice between a table or a graph, make it a graph. If you have a choice between a lot of words or a cute animation to explain a concept, choose a cute animation.
    If you plan on showing a picture or a graph, make it BIG so that the people way in the nosebleed section can see it also.
    Explain the graph. If there are certain conclusions to take away from it, spell it out with bullets. Direct people's attention to the labels (eg. scale bar, x-, y- axis).
    Know your audience. Never dumb things down too much. Always talk slightly above the level that your listeners are at.
    Give an outline of your presentation at the beginning, as well as a summary at the end. As I was told, "Tell people what you will be telling them.Then tell them. Then tell them that you've told them." A powerpoint outline should perform the same function that a paper outline does. It'll help you organize your ideas and form a cohesive story.

    I still can't help but sweat insanely before my talk, but atleast I don't get booed.

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  • I've been told that I'm cute. This is usually because people don't understand that underneath my carefully arranged adorable facade lies someone that is ruthlessly mocking and vindictive.