Social Q

Do you feel like you “get” social media, or do you just use it because that’s where all your friends and family are?

I feel like some people can totally rock the social media set ups. Twitter, instagram, facebook whatever, I am not one of them. I don’t have a smartphone so I can’t constantly update with every little thing that pops into my head. This is probably a good thing because have lots of random thoughts, just ask my coworkers. They are often subject to my mad questions (would you rather be a jellyfish or a starfish was one afternoon’s topic). I think if I actively used social media whatever tenuous grasp I have on focus would deteriorate to an ‘endangered’ level.

Also my interest in the social media sights has dropped since I left college. Perhaps since now if I have an internet connection I’m not just sitting in three hour studios where I can be checking facebook as much as I want. No, now I’m at work and actually, you know, working. More often then not the last thing I want to do when I get home is boot up the computer just to check all the sites. It will happen sometime during the evening, but the pull that once consumed me is no longer there. I’m keep my logins mainly so I can keep in touch with my family and friends and find out when they get engaged (happened just this morning actually) or that they are expecting a baby.

I plan to be spontaneous next Thursday at 3:30…

Today’s Daily Prompt: What are you more comfortable with — routine and planning, or laissez-faire spontaneity?

I really prefer loose plans. Take for instance a road trip I went on one last summer. We planned to hit up St. Louis, Indianapolis and Chicago. Once we got to each city we figured out what to do. As a result we experienced a seqway tour, a giant playground pretending to be a museum, a car show, a beautiful garden walk, a wine tasting, a Greek history museum, and walking tours. Or the Dexter Weekend I went on a few weeks back. We planned to watch Dexter but left part of the weekend free for breaks. My life is loosely structured, and that’s the way I like it.

A trip to the old world…

You wake up tomorrow morning to find all your plans have been cancelled for the next seven days and $10,000 on your dresser. Tell us about your week.

If I woke up tomorrow with a cancelled week and 10,000 on my dresser [with the assumption I have to spend it all in that week or else it disappears] I’d instantly book a flight to Athens. I’ve been to the ancient city before but didn’t explore much of Greece outside of the Plaka. I’ve seen pictures of the islands and other cities and would love to take the opportunity to check out those. So I guess my week would break down as follows:Athens
Day 1 – fly to Athens
Day 2 – jet lag adjust in Athens
Day 3 – head to island of choice (perhaps I’ll kick off spring in Santorini)
Day 4 – relax & explore
Day 5 – relax & explore
Day 6 – travel back to Athens
Day 7 – fly home

It may be ‘boring’ but the last time I went to Athens it was a safe haven in the middle of a turbulent  time of stress for me. Although I was only there for roughly three days it holds a special place in my heart. Obviously I would want to go there again. Oh, whatever I had left would go to paying off my student loans (since I can’t stick it in the bank to save it).

Kicking out X or Z?

There are 26 letters in the English language, and we need every single one of them. Want proof? Choose a letter and write a blog post without using it.

Is it a complete cop out to choose one of these letters? There is a reason they are worth so much in scrabble. It’s hard to think of words that use them. In cursive an ‘x’ isn’t even given much of a form, it almost looks like it’s a connector to another letter until you go back in after the fact to add the slash. Now so far I’ve only used either once and that was because I was directly referring to it so I don’t think it really ‘counts’. However what if those letters had never been incorporated into our alphabet? What would my childhood favorite animal (the horse with the black and white stripes) be called then? A Stebra?

I’ve had dealings with working with alternative alphabets before and it was odd. When I studied abroad in Italy I was surprised to discover (or perhaps finally notice) that the letter ‘J’ isn’t in the Italian alphabet (only for foreign words like jeans). This made it pretend difficult for yours truly since my name is Jamie. My Italian professor (who was giving us a crash course in the language) had a hard time differentiating my name with my classmate Jenny. As a result I didn’t have to answer too many questions, not a bad trade off. However this didn’t make me wonder, how did we all come to know Julius Caesar? Should we not all know Yulius?

If we had to get rid of a letter I’d rather we pitch silent ones. To this day I don’t understand why we insist on using a ‘w’ for the words wrench, wrong, write etc. Or the b’s in subtle or lamb. The former word I used so much in my writing and not speech that for a while when I would say it I would pronounce the b. In my head I’d always stress the b so I wouldn’t misspell the word. Oh the fun with inner thoughts versus spoken ones. Anyway, that’s my cop out for this lovely Monday. Kick out the 24th and 26th letters (or if I’m choosing one the 24th because there were a couple times I wanted to use the latter).

words I had to rethink:

  • notice (instead of realize)
  • stress (instead of emphasize)
  • had never been incorporated into our alphabet (instead of didn’t exist)

Is this like the Lake House?

A service has been invented through which you can send messages to people in the future. To whom would you send something, and what would you write?

I think, since it doesn’t say that letters can be sent back, I would write a very detailed account of a day and send it to myself. Sure journaling would produce the same effect, but I’m better at writing letters than consistently journaling. However my other option would be to send silly letters to my friends (and family). A letter that represents who I am right now and what our relationship is at this point in time.

If I got a letter when I’m 40 or 50 (or whatever age really) from one of my friends as they are now I like to think I’d cherish it. Right now we all in such a period of transition (bridging that gap from college graduates to adults with full time jobs) that is changing who we are. Not so much changing I suppose, just forcing us to evolve into the people we will become. Who wouldn’t want a letter, once they have become that person, from another person who is living through the transition? I think it would be quite interesting. (And if you were able to follow that muddied sentence give yourself ten points for the day!)

Sound the alarm!

“Hurry it up, would ya?” he gruffly whispered in her ear.

“If you would have done your job I wouldn’t be struggling to do mine,” she clipped back.

He huffed and then stalked away. Free from distraction, for the moment, she looked again at the safe. Never in her wildest imagination would she have expected an Inferno ADI 1308. Only three had been made and they were all overseas, or so she had thought. The designer hadn’t made blue prints and had been more than a savant when it came to make false tumbler points and fail safes. She knew the ADI had about nine levels to bypass before it would open. Reese’s constant interruption made it hard to keep track on which level she was on.

Looking at the door in front of her she examined all nine dials. Just one had not moved. With a sense of impending dread she started swirling the dial. As the last digit was clicked into place she felt something within the safe. Not able to put her finger on it, she quickly lost the thought when Reese reappeared.

“You got it?”

“Yeah, sure, go ahead.”

“Brilliant,” he said shouldering out-of-the-way.

Not expecting such a rude removal from her previous space she lost her footing and fell. A split second later she couldn’t help but be grateful. As soon as he opened the safe a massive series of webbing encased him as an unearthly blaring erupted from the safe. Ah, the nagging feeling. The dials had one last fail safe apparently. Needing to be reset or else this.

What are you going to do, leave me here?” he yelled as she paced away.

She turned and cocked her eyebrow at him, “I’d be perfectly in the right to do so. You know what they say, there is no honor amongst thieves. However I am no thief and the deepest circle of hell is reserved for traitors. Remember that, Reese. Now, where is the alarm?

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Today’s Prompt: Remember when you wrote down the first thought you had this morning? Great. Now write a post about it.

My first thought upon waking this morning? ‘Where is the alarm?’

Do you know the land where the lemon-trees flower?

I waited, breath bated, as the waiter carefully set the plate down in front of me. The white place slightly glistened amongst the low-lighting. I observed the plate. So many choices, but which to try first. Just as I was about to pick up the leafed appetizer I was stopped by a clinking of cutlery on glass. The low chime was localized to our table alone. After one of my roommates had painstakingly divided the wine so well I could hardly be surprised that we were going to toast the evening.

After toasting to our thankfulness of being together to experience something so new and wonderful we our table got quite. Each member focusing on what to try first. I looked at my plate. Bread was always tasty, best to keep that as a palate cleanser. Again I reached for the leaf. I had never been served a leaf before. Sure as a child I had eaten a leaf or twelve, but what child hadn’t. Not counting lettuce this was new. I bit into the morsel. Confused, like the others around, on if we were actually suppose to each the green as well as the cheese or just the cheese. The mozzarella was warm, chewy and gooey a stark contrast to the grape leaf which was brittle (from being baked) and somewhat veiney (making it difficult to bite through). Abandoning the leaf I quickly gobbled up the rest of the tantalizing cheese. That one appetizer set the bar for the rest of the evening.

If the restaurant could do so much with a glorified cheese stick we were in for a treat. And a treat it was. As I too quickly ate each course the robust lemony flavor became an obvious overtone of the seasoning, but the basil, parsley and other seasonings balanced well with the meal. Then came the dessert. The restaurant’s piece de resistance, dessert.

The flirtatious old man who had been serving us all night came around with an over flowing tray of lemon cakes. Each carefully formed ball was carefully glazed and topped with a wafer leaf. It seemed that the restaurant was determined that we not forget about their lemon grove which supplied lots of flavoring for the food. As I bit into the cake the explosion of citrus was almost overpowering until the cake then suddenly counterbalanced the onslaught of flavor. Making the confection refreshing and filling, as if I wasn’t stuffed already.

Sorry the pics aren't crystal clear. The lighting was low and I had my camera on the wrong setting.

Sorry the pictures aren’t super fantastic. The lighting was low and I had my camera on the wrong setting so I had to do some false lightening via photoshop.

Although this may not be my favorite meal ever and time has robbed me some of the finite details I’ll never truly forget this meal. It was quite memorable (and a nice memory to take away from my semester abroad). I’d also be hard pressed, in general, to say what my favorite meal ever was. It could be argued the first time I had a burger after being on a four month hiatus from them (that was my first meal when I got back to the states). I’ll always remember that meal too.