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Drink Recipe

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In the comments for the “I deserve a treat” post I made yesterday, Kim asks what the recipe is for the adult beverage I made.

So without further ado, here’s the “recipe” –

[Fill In The Blanks] Concoction
1. Open refrigerator
2. Take note of what is available in the way of booze, fresh fruit, and/or fruit juice
3. Remove those items from fridge
4. Combine with ice in Magic Bullet, in any proportions you like
5. Blend
6. Consume!

What I had on hand was Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum, pineapple chunks and pineapple juice. Therefore, this is a Piña Concoction. Probably would have worked with oranges and orange juice too. That would have made it a Concoction a l’orange. Or oranges and pineapple juice. Or pineapple chunks and orange juice. Either one of those would have produced a Piña Concoction a l’orange. 🙂

You know what, I bet this is good with fresh peaches! And mangoes! *writes those fruits on shopping list*

So – what adult beverage could you make, RIGHT NOW, with just the contents of your refrigerator? What’s the recipe?

Leave a comment and share with the rest of us!

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Holy cow, I was quoted in an article on BlogHer!

Check out the article, Dreaming Of The Modern Tenement on BlogHer. Author Maria Niles used some comments I made on my blog regarding multi-generational living.

The Lodge Ladies will fondly recall my Valentine Essay on this subject. I also referenced multi-generational living in a Ruby Tuesday post back in September. I used a photo of the red stained glass door to the Moroccan pavilion in EPCOT, explaining that inside is a replica of a multi-generational Moroccan home. Click here and scroll down to the third photo.

I am thrilled to have been mentioned on BlogHer! Thank you, Maria Niles. 😀

The Unity in CommUNITY – or – Birds Of A Feather

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My friend Annie tagged me with this very thoughtful subject for a blog post – the unity in community.

I recently attended the Gartner Symposium and IT Expo, which is held each year at the Swan, Dolphin, Yacht Club and Boardwalk hotels in Walt Disney World, Orlando, Florida. It was a glorious week. My idea of heaven is running around learning all day, sprinting from session to session in a constant state of information junkie euphoria, and then eating new and exciting cuisine and drinking new and exciting wines all night in Disney World. Attending this symposium is one of the most mind-expanding experiences I’ve had. This year, I chose a track that has absolutely nothing to do with what I do for a living. I chose to search the session database for every offering that contained the keywords “social” and “web 2.0”. And I learned something about what Gartner refers to as “the wisdom of the crowd”.

I came home and googled that phrase (“googled” has taken its place in the lexicon as a verb now, so it doesn’t get an upper case leading letter from me any more). I was surprised to find that there’s a book called The Wisdom of Crowds: Why the Many Are Smarter Than the Few and How Collective Wisdom Shapes Business, Economies, Societies and Nations. Yeah, long-ass title, but very descriptive! Published in May of 2004, Amazon’s review tells us that this is indeed an intriguing subject, and it is still fresh enough to apply to our internet experiences today.

Psychology and sociology have some fancy theories that really just boil down to “birds of a feather flock together”. Since the very dawn of the bare-bones internet, collections of similarly-feathered folks have flocked to virtual meeting places to share what they know about… whatever. I think it starts out as, “looky what *I* know”, or in some cases, “um, does anyone know?” and then somehow along the way, it all becomes meticulously collected and organized, and before you know it, you’ve got rec.arts.disney.parks, or The DIS or the Sanibel forums on TripAdvisor.

The Gang at Casa YbelThese days, you can even create a community that does not know it is a community – at least, not initially. You can put a bunch of blogs that you read into your Google Reader or into Feedly or Spokeo, and voila! It’s YOUR community, where you go to share stuff that you know, and learn stuff that you don’t know with friends that you’ve never met. And they may or may not know each other in the beginning, but somehow, the unconnected become connected over time, and you find yourself toasting the birthday of a blogger from Alaska in a bar on a sub-tropical island with friends from Indiana and Connecticut and California and Ohio that you met on the internet.

It has always amazed me whenever I’ve taken the plunge and met folks from online, just how very SAME we are in real life, in ways that we didn’t know about until we met. Maybe a disproportionate amount of us are smokers, or the majority of us had strict parents, or maybe we’re all secretly listening to the Partridge Family in the sheltered privacy of our own iPods.

A psychologist once told me about an experiment that was conducted – a hundred strangers were put into a room together and given no real instructions. Two of them had children going through chemotherapy treatments. Within a ridiculously small amount of time, the two parents of the sick children found each other. They FLOCKED.

Looking back, I realize that I’ve actually known about the wisdom of the crowd for a long time – at least as long as I’ve been on the internet (1994? I think?). For me, the internet has been a flocking ground, where I have found or formed communities that first established their unity in sharing knowledge, but solidified that unity in friendship.

HERE COME THE TAGS – would love to hear what the following folks have to say about “the unity in community” –

Snowbird at Sand Between My Toes

Tootie at Sanibel Toot’s Lazy Days

Chris at ChrisCandJonJ – Our Vanilla Life

Post-Election Night Ruminations

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Last night was very emotional.  I was surprised at myself by just how emotional I was when it became apparent that Obama had won the election.  Thank God Almighty, we’re free at last from the same crap that hasn’t worked for the last 8 years.  Obama’s crap might not work either, but at least the nation will not be a living, breathing exemplification of Einstein’s Definition of Insanity (doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results).

Of course I had to stay up for the speeches (bravo to McCain – he must have been gravely disappointed but he was a class act last night), and then I had to stay up and listen to the pundits pontificate about the speeches and analyze the voter turnout and wax poetic on all of the historic aspects of this election, the least of which was that a black man had attained the highest government office in the free world.  There were statistics on first time voter turnout, on youth voter turnout, on voter turnout in general, on who of what color or gender or age or geographic location or (insert demographic of choice) voted for whom, etc.

You know what the best part of Obama’s victory is?

We don’t have to listen to Palin pounding her shoe a la Khrushchev any more.  I think she is what did McCain in.  She is freakin’ scary-to-the-right.  She drove me to cross party lines.  I took all the online quizzes and I was dead in the center between the two candidates.  Palin pushed me, a quasi-militant feminist, over the edge into the Obama camp.  She was a real mistake in judgment on McCain’s part.  I’m not sure what he thought he was doing there.  I wasn’t about to vote for him just because he had a woman on his ticket.  She was the wrong choice.

I know that probably one or two of you reading this are profoundly disappointed this morning, but I’m going to ask a favor of you.  Give him a chance. Pray for him.  Pray that the entire country, both sides of the aisle, rolls up their sleeves to help him.  It’s a freakin’ mess out there, and he’s going to need ALL of our earnest effort to help get us out of it.  Pray also that no one screws this up for us by assassinating him before he even has a chance to try and unravel this mess that he is inheriting.  Yes, I worry about that.  It’s what we do to Hope in this country – we assassinate it.  I am old enough to remember JFK, Dr King and RFK, so I can’t help being a little apprehensive.

I hope you will join me in praying that God will favor our country by keeping our new president-elect safe and sending him the help that he will need to lead us out of this quagmire and into the light.

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I’ve been resting

You know how it is when you’ve been away.  Stuff piles up.  Everyday type stuff.  The mail purge is not going to happen by itself, nor will the respecting of finances, laundry, housecleaning (WHERE does all this dust come from!) and etc.

Work is pretty busy too.  Year-end stuff, compounded by all the crap that goes on in the Wall Street arena these days….

I made a list last night and I was horrified, but started on it and felt a little better.   One of the things I need to do is go through photos and prepare for jumping back into the weekly photo meme routine.  I love having so much new material.

So this is looking to shape up as a week of recovery from my 10 days away from home.  Give me a couple of days to catch up, ok?  I’ll be back!

Sick again

I have the plague again. I also have a friend here from out of town, so I don’t really have the luxury of going to bed and staying there until I am well. Trying to get as much sleep as I can, though.

We are re-arranging all the furniture in my house and doing other fun stuff like going to pick out a new TV and hanging up paintings and posters, etc. Also, we’ll be going to the beach!

I think I might be able to get in a small nap right now, cause she is still sleeping… shhhhh!

I was going to abandon this idea, but…..

I was driving home from a shopping expedition this afternoon, approaching the I-75 overpass up on Colonial, and I noticed a bunch of construction on the other side of the interstate. Looked like hotels – wanted to confirm that and tuck it away for future reference for when Bro No. 1 comes with the family. He likes to dump the kids here and take himself and wife off to the hotel. I’m ok with that!

Anyhow, I made a right after going under I-75. Fairly new-looking road. I did see three buildings back there. One was the office of a home builder – probably their design center (it was fairly large). Right next to it, a new Candlewood Suites; however it does not have a pool, so I don’t know how Bro would feel about that.

And at the end of the court, a tall, broad building that says “NOVA Southeastern University” on the side of it. Lots of construction vehicles sprinkled around the unfinished parking lot, but the building looks like it’s nearly completed.

So I quickly call my home phone and leave an answering machine message for myself, so I don’t forget to find out what this is all about. Turns out theres a BIG campus of this school in Fort Lauderdale, but there are all these “distance learning centers” sprinkled here in Florida, and as far flung as the Bahamas, Jamaica, and Las Vegas. This is apparently one of those “distance learning centers”.

I found the page where they tell what programs will be offered here; one of them is Mental Health Counseling.

I was seriously thinking I wasn’t going to do this. I loved school; it also damned near killed me, seeing as getting my BA in Psychology coincided with the most difficult years of my career at the Firm, AND with my “other career” singing with the opera company on Long Island. I look back at those days and shake my head. How did I cram it all in? Where did I find the time? AND, I was still an ABC Daytime and HBO Sunday Night junkie back then too – I watched HOURS of TV in addition to writing papers and memorizing performances in other languages! Why did I do that to my life? What was I thinking?

But, you know, the initial supposition that originally led to my going back to school in the first place is still valid. I am not going to be able to retire the way my parents did. I’m eventually going to become obsolete at the Firm. I’ve had a good run, but my years of service are starting to add up to the point where I’m going to be entering that category of folks who are candidates for “early retirement” (translation: here’s some cash, get thee gone).

I’m going to NEED a second career.

My other choice for second career would be horticulturist at Disney. However, I’d have to move to landlocked Orlando – ok, there are worse things, but I’m REALLY enjoying being near the beaches here. You might have noticed. LOL

Well, they aren’t done building it yet, even. I can make the same deal with myself that I made for the BA. Be back in school learning SOMETHING by time I was 40. I went back when I was 39, in fact. So now, I can say, “be back in school for 2nd career by time you are 50”. I’m 47. I have some time.

In response to the Pope: TINK *~*~* DECLARES NEW SINS!

Tink *~*~* Declares New Sins

1. Anthropomorphizing God IS A SIN

Do not assign human traits to God. God is not tall, benevolent, bearded, mighty, angry, fat, lean or male. God is God, and is beyond our minuscule comprehension. Therefore we should not assign human traits to God; it probably pisses Her off.

2. Excluding people from God’s table IS A SIN

Any Christian should be able to receive communion in any church. The Catholic Church has no business denying anyone a seat at Jesus’ table, and must immediately retract their posture that communion is only for the Catholics. For Pete’s (literally) sake, Jesus had JEWS (le gasp!) at the very first communion mass!

3. Forcing yourself between me and my God IS A SIN

God and I can hear and understand each other just fine. I don’t need anyone to relay my sins to God for me, and I don’t need anyone to put words into my mouth for God to hear. We’re doing just fine together, just me and God. But thanks for the offer. We’ll be sure to let you know if either one of us ever becomes unable to communicate for ourselves.

4. Deifying humans IS A SIN

Just as assigning human traits to God is a sin, it is also a sin to assign God’s qualities to a mere human, Jesus excepted. NO ONE is “infallible” except for God, so cut that shit out already.

5. Subjugating, devaluing and subsequently alienating fully 50% of the faithful IS A SIN

Bitch, please. It’s the 21st century, and lame excuses like “because Jesus was male” and “because Jesus wasn’t married” just aren’t cutting it any more. Just get over yourselves, start admitting women into the priesthood, and start allowing priests of either gender to marry and pro-create. With each other, even. If you do this, in 10 year’s time you’ll be thanking me for the idea.

A Valentine Essay

In response to an exchange between two friends who found themselves at odds with their partners on Valentine’s Day, I offered the following thoughts:


Mah sistas, you are onto something there. I am convinced that we are not supposed to be living with men, and we do them a great disservice by expecting more from them than they are capable of providing. Instead, we are supposed to be living under the conditions that existed in hunter-gatherer societies. Women lived in multi-generational, co-operative dwellings with their offspring. Some of them went out to hunt and gather (worked outside of the home) while others remained in the dwelling to care for the kids (SAHMs). No one had any guilt about whichever role they chose, and no one felt taken for granted. No hunter/gatherer ever had to come home and start a whole other 8 hour job over again. There were plenty of lactating women around, so no one ever had to exhaust themselves getting up in the middle of the night if they didn’t want to. Each child had a multitude of mothers to care for them, dote upon them and raise them right. In short, it worked just swell.

Occasionally, a cave man would drop by with a side of bison, thwack it on the dwelling floor, pound his chest and declare, “Me Thor! Me bring meat! Me want sex!”.

The cooperative would evaluate the situation and determine whether or not there was interest in Thor’s, um, meat. Their level of approval and interest would make itself evident approximately nine months later.

Other than these occasional and very necessary interruptions, the women held no illusions about the opposite gender, preferring to remain with the sure thing, the thing that worked – themselves and each other, there in the multi-generational, all-women-and-children dwelling.

This arrangement served womankind well for millenia, until the Thors of the world banded together to invent patriarchy, the chief purpose of which was to sell the women a bill of goods about another illusory invention of theirs – romance. See, they had fond memories of their childhoods amongst the women, and wanted to be doted upon and cared for once more, but needed to fabricate just the right lie that would lure the women into believing that humans are a pair-bonding species. (NOTE: biologically speaking – we’re NOT!). For whatever reason, their duplicitous plot worked, and here we are – expecting things of them that were either promised or implied, but which are seldom delivered. I know not why such a conquest was successful, considering how happy we all were in the multi-generational dwelling. Whatever could it have been that altered our thinking thus?

I suspect the use of chocolate was involved.

yeah, so I think you should both ditch your husbands and go live together in a cooperative. If one of them brings you a side of bison on occasion, and the meat is judged to be acceptable… well, I trust you both know what to do!

It’s all relative

Up on Long Island, when you walk outside into crisp, cold winter air and smell wood smoke, it’s a comforting smell. It means someone has a wood-burning fireplace and there’s a nice, cozy, warm fire blazing in their hearth. It’s a smell I associate with winter time and comfort.

Down here in southwest Florida, when you walk outside into crisp, chilly winter air and smell wood smoke, it’s either a wildfire or a controlled burn. At first, I get the cozy-comfort feeling, and then I remember where I am and start to worry.

I came in and turned on the news and found out that it’s a controlled burn. Whew.