Acknowledge the idea, and then let it go.
So many ideas, so little time. Sometimes my mind feels awhirl with ideas of things I want to do, blog posts I want to write, or cool projects that would be fun to work on. I only have 168 hours in a week though, and I thought that one way I could ease my mind and at least acknowledge my ideas is to just write them down and move on. Hence, this post–where ideas go to die.
Ahh… I feel better already. Continue reading “Where Ideas Go to Die”
Answer: There’s no Substitution for Practice.
Today, I was listening to a panel of well-known science communicators and towards the end during the Q&A session, someone asked “I’ve always wanted to be an astronautical engineer, but I’m horrible at math. I’ve got lots of passion. Can this dream ever be a reality, and where do I start?” Continue reading ““I’m bad at math.””
Avoiding long awkward silences one question at a time.
I suck at talking to strangers. I used to better at it in my dating days, and when I worked for a digital marketing agency where we were expected to attend networking events and connect with people. You see, I’m an introvert, and somewhat socially awkward. I am hyper-aware of what other people might think of me, so sometimes I just don’t know what to say for fear of sounding stupid. To cope, I generally avoid one-on-one conversations with strangers at parties. When I’m in a group, I pray that someone else does all the talking, so I can just interject little tid-bits here and there. I don’t think I am alone in this; lots of people can relate. Right? Continue reading “Talking to Strangers at Parties”
Find out if what you’re doing is cultural misappropriation in 7 questions or less.
A group I am a part of recently had a social justice warrior cry “cultural misappropriation!!!” on a dearly-held tradition of theirs. Unsure of what to do, this group stopped doing the “offensive act” altogether. Years of their tradition immediately ceased because one person felt some minor offense. Continue reading “Is it Cultural Mis-Appropriation? A Handy Guide”
Music is a very central theme in my life.
This year I started 1st grade.
My teacher, Mrs. W was nice too. I’d guess her to be in her 40s at the time. She always had a perpetual tan and short, black hair. I remember she went on a trip to Costa Rica while we had her as our teacher. I get the feeling that she’d go there every year. Looking back on it, she may have had family from there. She read us the Boxcar Children, and I always liked that book series since. Continue reading “1992 — Age 7”