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Potent Potables

ingenuity.jpgWhile manipulating a paper-clip this weekend to serve as the zipper lever that recently broke off my dog’s blanket, I realized a much needed modification to the old phrase; “Necessity is the mother of invention.”

I posit: “Ingenuity and necessity are the parents of invention.

…sounds like a bumper sticker waiting to happen.


February 11, 2008 Posted by | MISC | Leave a comment


blogs.jpgWell, since our database server has taken its bi-weekly (sometimes tri-weekly) , anti-climatic crash and burn, now seems a good time for a blog posting.  In this posting, I’d like to address my fellow bloggers out there – especially those who are new to the art of blogging.

Dare I say, one must embark on one’s own blog-journey with realistic expectations.  First, there are a TON of bloggers out there blogging about a broad range of topics.  A couple blogs have made it big, but statistically speaking; the chances of your blog becoming the ‘next big blog’ are slight at best.  That said, my advice to you is not aspire to be the ‘next big blog’.  Doing so will only cause you to over-analyze your post topics, syntax, punctuation, and grammar to such a severe extent that you will disappear from your message.

Instead, approach your blog as your own personal broadcast station; where it’s all you, all the time.  Your blog should be your own little venting portal to the world; a digital diary of sorts.  Whether your blog is destined to have 5 readers or 5000, its destiny will only be achieved if your unique flavor and view of the world shines through your posts.  Give your blog readers a view of the world through your eyes so they’ll have a different perspective than their own and everyone else’s.

Gotta go…database server is back up; just remember to blog for no one, but yourself.

Happy Blogging!! ^_^

February 5, 2008 Posted by | MISC | Leave a comment

Migrate to ’08

resolutions2.jpgWhoops, forgot to record my New Year’s Resolutions.  Oh well…better late than never I ‘spose; here goes:

  • The JHP lip spoiler for my car
  • Xenon headlights for my car
  • All-around badge removal from my car
  • A 6-minute mile
  • Running in this year’s Rock ‘n Roll Marathon
  • An over-hand pull up
  • Finish/Deploy (at least) Version I of my elusive Teacher’s Aid website application effort
  • A career mentor (sorry Google)

February 3, 2008 Posted by | MISC | Leave a comment

Review This.

review.pngI find the whole review process much of corporate America has now employed to be rather amusing and somewhat annoying. Here’s how it usually goes down:

  • Describe, in detail, how you measurably did/did not achieve last year’s goals.
  • Write about everything else amazing you do to make your company better (i.e. more profitable).
  • Write your new goals for next year.
  • Pray that your manager agrees with everything you’ve written, and awards you the gigantic raise you know you deserve.
  • And, finally rant and rave if (and when) your prayers are not answered.

Why must I spend so many hours composing elegant narratives about MY opinion of MY performance and abilities when it doesn’t directly influence my (potential) raise anyway and what purpose does it server? Is it simply corporate America’s attempt to force those among their employees that don’t already understand the importance and benefit of setting personal career goals and routine self-reflection? Much like my advanced English teacher’s vain attempt when forcing students to write daily journal entries for an entire semester? These are life lessons that cannot be taught by teachers, employers or anyone else, you either figure it out and act accordingly…or you don’t.

Long before ‘review time’ arrives, I’ve committed much deliberate thought to my career and its direction and I have a firm understanding of where I was yesterday, where I’m at today, and where I’d like to be tomorrow without carving out a monotonous piece of literature describing every painful detail for my supervisor to read whom I may or may not sway in the pursuit of my monetary cause. Besides, any competent supervisor, in my opinion, should be well aware of their under-lings contribution(s) and/or lack thereof.

Therefore, in the interest of saving myself the trouble of composing yet another exhaustive narrative and my supervisor the trouble of reading (assuming he or she does) said exhaustive narrative, I can confidently summarize my opinion of my career performance for each and every one of my future reviews with the following:
I am a programming goddess. The End.

January 24, 2008 Posted by | MISC | Leave a comment

Things that make me go….wuh?!

Police BadgeWould someone pleeeeez explain to me what is up with police officers in this city?! I have been pulled over more times in my short 2 year residence here than the rest of my entire life while residing in Tucson, Arizona. But it’s not just the frequency with which I get pulled over, it’s each and every officers’ condescending, offensive, and just generally impolite demeanor virtually every time I interact with them.

Some of you may, at this point, mistakenly dismiss me as nothing more than one of those speed-demon, criminally negligent cop-haters, but nothing could be further from the truth (except maybe a bit of the speed-demon part). I’m one of those unusual people who happens to agree with the laws we have in place (or at least recognize their necessity to preserve my security) and, with the exception of the occasional speeding or parking violation, I refrain from ANY criminal activity of ANY kind. Furthermore, I have never had anything but the utmost respect, admiration, and reverence for individuals who put their lives on the line everyday to protect my way of life.

In addition, I never, in my 27 years of living in Tucson, felt disrespected by a single police officer I interacted with nor did I feel badgered or profiled. I have suffered each of these while interacting with San Diegan officers on multiple occasions since relocating here. It’s common knowledge that any career field is going to attract some bad apples, but the volume, frequency, and misery of my interactions with police officers in this city has led me to believe the majority of its officers have adopted this unpleasant demeanor and approach to interacting with their citizens.

I’m well aware of the disparity between populations and subsequent crime rates among the cities of Tucson and San Diego and can only assume that the latter’s harsh urban environment is what has shaped these good-intentioned officers of the law to become so jaded, bitter, and cynical towards the general population. I can only imagine the devious criminal scum and life threatening scenarios San Diego police officers must be faced with on a daily basis.

But, unfortunately, some of San Diegans’ ill-tempered attitudes towards police officers (like my own) are self-fulfilling prophecies in the form of a defensive reactions against the officers’ inappropriate aggression and mis-use of authority. Any socially-skilled individual will agree that it’s necessary to adjust one’s demeanor and aggression level depending on the details of the situation at hand. Why is, then, that I feel like a convicted felon nearly every time I interact for any reason with a San Diego police officer? Why should I, a strictly law-abiding and highly productive citizen be treated in such a manner? I am always nothing but absolutely respectful during all my encounters with police officers, in spite of my rapidly developing aversion to them; why should I not receive the same respect I’m providing?

It’s tragic that, with all the adversity already directed at a police officers courtesy of the plentiful number of legitimate criminals out there, officers must also endure offensive behavior from law-abiding, respectful citizens who are simply irritated by the authorities’ unnecessarily abrupt, condescending, and patronizing manner. Furthermore, such superfluous adversity is easily avoided by remembering that, in spite of the excess number of scandalous deviants, most of us are still morally-upright, virtuous, and honest citizens just going about our day who want nothing more than to be treated with the same respect we give. After all, those among us who agree with the laws and their enforcement (or at least their necessity for our secure way of life) are ultimately on the same team and serving the same purpose as those in law enforcement, so why treat each other as such?

December 13, 2007 Posted by | MISC | Leave a comment

Bootcamp Character

Chester FlakeEvery once in a while I stumble onto a personality so bizarrely charismatic and fascinating, it’s difficult to avoid being captivated by their presence; much the same way one cannot look away from the gory road-remnants of what used to be a human being while driving by a horrific traffic accident. I encountered one such personality in an unlikely location: while attending a Microsoft Professional Developer Certification two week boot-camp course in Atlanta, Georgia earlier this year (a separate topic that deserves a blog thread all its own, but we’ll reserve that for another time).

The man they call ‘Chester Flake’ was not only my Microsoft boot-camp instructor, an accomplished developer, Database Administrator, and overall .NET expert-turned-trainer, but has also dabbled seriously in policitics, stand-up comedy, acting, real estate, owned a slew of businesses, and all with more than enough personality to fill up a large building.

Sure, we wasted some classroom time listening to his fantastic (and remarkably true) tales, but honestly I was grateful because without his daily bizarre antics, I stood little chance of remaining conscious during class since, true to its ‘Boot-camp’ title, the course came complete with severe sleep deprivation and hideous study schedules. In addition, the man they call Chester Flake was a fountain of .NET knowledge and there was little I could quiz him about that he hadn’t already encountered in his own development experiences and could answer to. As such, he was able to side-step many of the tedious, fundamental elements of the curriculum and present more advanced, highly tangible and applicable lessons for those of us who were already developers, making very efficient use of the classroom time we had and reserving the fundamentals for individual learning.

All-in-all, if you’re ever faced with the choice of a mundane hoo-hum instructor to lead a course you’re attending or a slightly insane, completely maniacal one; I suggest the nut for 2 reasons. First, you will find it much easier to stay awake during class and second, chances are he or she is very good at what they do since otherwise they would’ve been terminated long ago for offending the office staff with their off-color and eccentric sense of humor.

December 12, 2007 Posted by | MISC | 2 Comments

Managing the Management

I had a brief stint as a retail manager. By brief, I mean about a year and a half. It was, without a doubt, the most anxiety-filled overwhelming task I’ve ever participated in, but I learned more about myself and others in that short time than probably any other period in my life. I learned things that can’t be taught in a book; things like good confrontation skills, and the delicate balance between being fair and just without getting walked all over. At the peak of my store’s season, I was wholly responsible for 28 employees, not to mention the merchandising and sales of 2 high volume departments. To complicate matters, I was all of 19 years old at the time (one of the youngest area sales managers in the company) and all but 2 of my associates were senior to me.

Looking back now, I’m not entirely sure how I survived. I remember many an afternoon/evening/morning sitting, crying at my tiny desk in the corner of my tiny stockroom after shrieked at, cussed out, and insulted by an irate customer (or even an associate). But much like vacations in Rocky Point, you have to experience hell to really appreciate heaven.

In spite of the routine compliments paid me by my district and store manager about my managing ability, I had little faith in myself at the time. It wasn’t until later in life; after being managed by a series of less-than-adequate managers in various positions myself, that I realized how good my associates really had it. They were the real reason I stayed in that hell-job as long as I did. I loved my associates, well most of them. But the ones you love, those are the ones you get up in the morning for (or in my case just never go home and spend the night). Nothing in that godforsaken store came anywhere near watching someone actually enjoy their underpaid, overworked position just because you were able to create a pleasant working environment for them doing things they loved.

I had a wonderful mentor (ironically, in the one career I haven’t pursued). Her name was Astrid Tuholski. She is German and was my first manager when I began my short career as a department store clothing salesperson. She was brilliant, everything I knew to do as a manger was just from watching her interact with her associates. She always knew exactly what to do to make her good associates love their job and make her bad ones hate it, all the while appearing completely professional and appropriate.

Here’s some of what I learned from her:

  • Make your associate(s) your number one priority; before merchandise, deadlines, goals, even bosses; if they’re happy everything else will fall into place.
  • Be a buffer for your associate(s), it’s your job to get yelled at by irate customers, co-worker’s or annoying bosses; not theirs.
  • Be an example for your associate(s) to follow.
  • Never expect an associate to do something you’re not willing to do yourself.
  • Never expect as much out of your associate(s) as you do yourself, that’s why you get paid more than them (hopefully).
  • Be very selective and hesitant when fraternizing with associates (better yet, just avoid it altogether).
  • Confrontation is part of the job so get over your fear of it (or learn how to fake it well) otherwise you WILL NOT make a very good manager.

December 12, 2007 Posted by | MISC | Leave a comment

I Smell Ice Cream

DiningIt seems that virtually every week I discover a new, ecclectic, character-filled, cheap, yummy place to eat in this culinary mecca of a city. I’ve been a resident now for a little over a year and here are my personal picks in order of preference for cheapest, yummiest, funnest places to grab a bite;

  1. Sushi Deli II [Downtown] – This place has, by far, the best and most inexpensive sushi rolls I’ve ever tasted. And their atmosphere filled with loud 80’s pop music and $5.50 large Sapporo/Sake special makes for a good time had by all.
  2. The Turf Club [Golden Hill] – This cook-your-own steak dive bar comes complete with $6 sirloins and $6 16oz (potent) drinks.
  3. Cass Street Bar and Grill [Pacific Beach] – Who knew a bar could have such delicious, fresh food (even their breakfasts!) and the informality of it all means more than reasonable prices.
  4. Hash House a-go-go [Hillcrest] – Every inch of the walls in this place are covered with awards and notariety for their food and presentation, and they’ve earned every bit of it.
  5. Luigi’s Pizza [Golden Hill] – Amaaaaazing Chicago-style pizza and an impressive selection of bottled beers. (Though I suggest purchasing a pie at a time @ a reasonable $20.00 each rather than by-the-slice since their individual slices are occasionally fly-friendly.)
  6. Ichiban Sushi [Pacific Beach] – Sushi Deli II’s rolls are far superior, but for reasonable, yummy, sashimi, I head here. It’s a tiny place, but well worth the wait.
  7. Hodad’s Burgers [Ocean Beach] – A health nut’s nemesis; GIANT burgers, HUGE fry wedges, and lots of beer.
  8. Rusty’s [Crown Point] – A close second behind Hodad’s; good burgers, good beer, good times.
  9. Filippi’s Pizza Grotto [Pacific Beach] – Deep dish, cheap, yumminess.
  10. Café Zucchero [Little Italy] – Amazing, authentic Italian food.
  11. Celadon [Hillcrest] – Not the cheapest place, but if you’re into Thai food; it’s the best I’ve had in the city and the atmosphere is quite pleasant.
  12. Extraordinary Desserts – One word: wow.

What did I miss?

December 12, 2007 Posted by | MISC | Leave a comment

WANTED: Career Mentor; Apply Within.

MentorI’ve never had a mentor, well, I guess that’s not entirely true. I’ve never had a software developer career mentor. When I made the decision to be a veterinary scientist (maaaany years ago), it was ‘cuz I was the girl who rushed the dove with the broken back who had flown into a nearby window, or the baby quail who was the runt of the flock and had been left behind wandering back and forth along a tall city curb, to the nearest wildlife facility.

I had always felt a strong sense of empathy and a deep connection with animals (well, mammels and birds at least), so a life of healing and helping animals just seemed a natural course. But as you likely know, life often has other plans in store for us.

Two months into my college career (and a case of mono later), I was no longer a college student and spent the next 3 years of my life as a full-time retail associate and manager. That brief exposure was plenty to make me realize a college education was well worth my time, money, and effort for the monetary and occupational rewards. Once again, lacking direction from a career mentor I developed a simple formula for determining which bachelor’s degree to pursue upon my return to college:

< Industry Demand + < Monetary Potential + > Education Time = Computer Science

Note the lack of

< Career Enjoyment/Fulfillment


> Education Difficulty

within my formula. I’m grateful for my lack of consideration regarding the latter since I’ve realized that in spite of being a prisoner of the computer lab for nearly 4 years of my life, it’s a worthwhile pursuit for obtaining a strong foothold within such a lucrative industry.

With regard to the first missing formula component, I often wonder if my anti high-school career counselor approach to vocational searching will eventually and ultimately lead to my burnout, but again, without a mentor to weigh my decisions against, I went the “I’ll enjoy anything that challenges me” route rather than the, “I must pursue a career I’m already naturally interested and gifted in” route.

So here I sit; at another junction in my career where I could really use a little influence from someone who’s had to make a similar decision, has pursued a similar career path, and has been exposed to the industry long enough to have insights and premonitions that I cannot.

No, wait…scratch that; I think I just found the perfect mentor: Google.

December 12, 2007 Posted by | MISC | 1 Comment



It’s days like today that remind why I pay exorbitant (make that ‘hideously inflated’) rent to live here. I recently acquired the task of performing audits on a handful of secret systems we have located on the Campus I work at; what relevance does this fact have to today’s blog? None, except that this task requires me to travel from my building to another building located about a couple hundred yards away. Just the simple act of walking outside is enough to put one in a good mood. The weather’s a perfect 78 degrees right now with a gentle breeze, there are vibrant colored flourishing plants everywhere you look, and the sky is a brilliant blue without a single trace cloud as far as the eye can see.

Living here makes me want to be a construction worker just so I can linger outdoors as often and as long as possible. If I could get a LAN connection from outside my building, you’d probably find me camped out on a patch of lush grass in the sunshine coding away. It’s not too painful walking back into the confines of my ultraviolet illuminated, windowless office; knowing that today is Friday which means tomorrow I’ll spend a good part of the day drinking, socializing and sunning myself on the beautiful sands of Pacific Beach followed on Sunday by a nice walk with my dog down to the local Starbucks where I’ll sit outside; my top half in the shade, and bottom half in the sunshine, sip my ice-coffee, read, study, and watch the foot traffic go by.

God, I love this place.

December 12, 2007 Posted by | MISC | Leave a comment