Showing posts with label packing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label packing. Show all posts

Thursday, December 21, 2017

The prodigal daughter returns.

The Blob began about three years ago as a way for me to put off packing for the big move from Houston to San Francisco.  It feels appropriate that it should end now with me being a giant procrastinator again, but this time packing for my big move back to the east coast (beast coast, as they say).

I'm so glad people have enjoyed this blog.  I promise there will be more to come (possibly "Reports from Solitude"...we'll see).

Merry Christmas (isn't it great we're allowed to say that again?  Just don't mention that Jesus was a vulnerable fetus) and a happy, healthy, peaceful 2018 to you all.

I'll leave you with my packing playlist--all songs that appeared on my Spotify Top Songs of 2017 (you'll find I am not "hip").  I can recommend these songs for singing aloud while moving piles from one place to another and mulling over your life choices.


Thursday, August 31, 2017

Harvey who?

I find myself in a familiar scenario—I fly tomorrow for the Dirty Jerz, my suitcase stubbornly remains unpacked, and I decide that now, 11:00pm, is a good time to sit down and blob.  At least I’ve packed the two critical items—my everything bagel and cream cheese making kit and my terry-cloth bathrobe. Whatever else I need I can probably steal from my sisters.  This has worked in the past.

But now I feel compelled to share some big, cheesy love for the first city that stole my heart—HOUSTON, you big, ugly, beautiful, delicious sprawl of a city.  Just writing the word “cheesy” made me hungry for the queso only you can provide.  Look what you’ve done to me.  I have you to thank for some of my best friendships and best memories.  I miss you, I love you, I’m proud of you.  The images from the hurricane boggle my mind and break my heart, so I went back through my own images of Houston to cheer myself up.  I hope they’ll do the same for you.



First, literal cheer.
Second, comfort food.
Third, weather you used to think was a disaster.

And fourth, the kind of downpours we prefer.
Please be mindful of your safety.


And know we've got your back.
(Friends, please consider donating to YES Prep Family Flood Relief fund. I used to coach at YES Prep--they are wonderful people.)





PS. Current presidents need not apply...

...Houston has enough dopey big heads!



Friday, March 10, 2017

Meditations.

Will has gotten very into meditation.  My experience with meditation almost exclusively involves snoozing during guided meditations in my high school theology class (“You’re walking along a beautiful beach.  You see a stranger in the distance.  Oh!  It’s Jesus!”)  Mrs. Choa (our teacher) would begin the meditations with deep breathing exercises.  These proved counterproductive for me, because I quickly discovered that slowly inhaling and exhaling made it much easier for me to burst out laughing.  Instead I had to bite my lip and concentrate on not peeing in my pants laughing, which was very stressful and defeated the purpose of a calming meditation.  Sleep was my best option, and thankfully, (then as now) never difficult for me to accomplish.

Will’s knack for meditating may be rubbing off on me, however, because I recently found myself meditating on a particular image.


Enter meditation sequence.


There was once a time of universal consensus, when men, women, and children of all backgrounds and persuasions could join hands and agree: surely this image is photoshopped. 

Buffoons.
Before this image was just a twinkle in Vladimir Putin’s eye, we believed, as children believe, in the resilience of our democracy.  When we heard the words “Kid President”, we did not picture an orange 70-year-old having a tantrum.  We thought of this charming fellow:



When we heard the words “Donald Trump”, we thought “you’re fired”, not “yuge pussy-grabbing tiny hands”.  

Can we go back to that time?

No!  You are terrible at meditating.  BREATHE IN DEEPLY.  Nostalgia is not the way forward.  The time to be awesome is now. Go pack for your ski trip.




Meditation—still not my strong suit.  I should probably go back to running into Jesus at the beach.  Or just take a nap.



Monday, December 19, 2016

Bah humbug.


Merry Christmas, you are now allowed to take an exam.*

*After you send us a check for a hundred dollars.
*And then you wait four more weeks.

Sunday, December 18, 2016

The Blob's Favorite Podcasts of 2016.

I should be packing for my return to the East Coast.  So instead I will assemble a list of my favorite podcasts.

I came late to the podcast train.  Before 2016, I hardly knew what podcasts were, let alone how to get them onto my phone.  (What is internet?)  I heard people talk about programs like This American Life, but I just figured I would never know how to listen to them.  I liken it to how I felt not getting the Disney channel as a kid.  I’d hear the other kids talk about the shows and Disney channel original movies, but knew these things would never be part of my life.  I could only pretend to also have a crush on the Famous Jett Jackson.  I would never truly know him.

Earlier this year, however, I discovered the “Podcast” app on my phone and that subscribing to podcasts is free.  Who knew?  Now I don’t know how to get through a workday without my podcasts.  And Will doesn’t know how to get me to shut up about them.  So without further ado, the Blob’s Favorite Podcasts of 2016.


They don’t know it, but Nate Silver, Clare Malone, Harry Enten, and Jody Avirgan are my best friends.  If only they knew me.  Clare is my soul sister (practically the same name, Catholic, went to Georgetown, one of four girls) and Harry is my nerd crush.  When I first heard his voice, I thought he was a 60-year-old Jewish man, but it turns out he is a very handsome my-age Jewish man.  I proposed marriage to him via Twitter when Will and I went to a live taping of the podcast in San Francisco, but he never answered.  I still hold out hope.

Nate, Clare, <3 Harry <3, Jody.

Happy nerds.

Nate and the gang offer sane, data-based election/politics analysis, with a healthy mix of nerd humor.  I wish more people would listen to them.  They are thoughtful, fair, and…balanced (!).

Runner Up: Presidential

Lillian Cunningham of the Washington Post aired an episode about each president every week leading up to the election.  It was a good substitute for my presidential biography reading (on which I made zero progress this year).  This easily could have been a gimmicky podcast about president trivia (did you know Taft was a fatty?  Did you know John Quincy Adams went skinny-dipping in the Potomac?), but instead, Lillian explored substantial themes every week (Abraham Lincoln’s love of writing and language, how William McKinley revolutionized the presidential campaign, etc).  I learned a lot and was also entertained (see William Henry Harrison campaign song).  I especially appreciated her treatment of the more recent presidents—she examined each with an open mind, without resorting to popular opinions and stereotypes.  This podcast is just another reason to support and subscribe to the Washington Post.  Gotta make an extra effort to support the First Amendment under the reign of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Best Theme Song: Dan Snow’s History Hit

I catch myself doing the same shoulder bob I do during the Soprano’s theme song.

Current Obsession: Stranglers

The people behind Stranglers have reopened the investigation of the Boston Strangler(s).  It’s both a fascinating and deeply disturbing listen.  Not for the faint of heart.  Also not recommended for listening right before you leave work and walk home alone…in the dark.

Other favorite: Longform

The guys on Longform interview writers and editors from all different kinds of publications.  Often brings on daydreams of a career as a freelance writer…

Best Podcast Made By One of My Cousins: NBA Squeeze

If you are looking for some deep cut analysis of the NBA with bonus Seinfeld references, look no further than the NBA Squeeze. I do not regularly watch the NBA, so I must admit a lot of the analysis of specific teams and players gets by me.  However, I particularly enjoy when Ryan and Joe get into the mechanics of the game.  Is the charge an appropriate call for the NBA?  Shouldn’t more guards be grabbing rebounds, while the bigs do all the boxing out work?  Why do we crave high fives at the foul line?  Have high fives gotten out of hand (pardon the pun)?  All important questions.  Thank you, Ryan and Joe, for bringing them to light.

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My full list of podcasts is below (with assorted brief commentaries).  Favorites in bold.  I am always open to suggestions.


The Nerdist: my very first podcast.

Coffee Break Spanish: a very Scottish guy does this podcast but his Spanish is pretty good to my ear…

BBC Documentary: great except their episodes on America usually drip with condescension.

New Yorker Fiction

Undisclosed

Lore: just wish Aaron Mahnke would stop saying “you see” every third sentence.

Serial

TEDTalks: I have to be in the mood for TED talks.

Presidential

Makers

BackStory with the American History Guys: love these dudes.

FiveThirtyEight Elections

This American Life

Radiolab

Planet Money

New Yorker: The Writer’s Voice

Song Exploder

Embedded

KCRW’s The Organist

Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me

Freakonomics

Criminal

The Moth

99% Invisible: Is this the voice Roman Mars uses in his daily life?

Here’s the Thing with Alec Baldwin: Alec Baldwin is an arrogant windbag, but he interviews interesting people.

Death, Sex & Money

What’s the Point

Longform

Dan Snow’s HISTORY HIT: love this British nerd.  Great history podcast—his World War I stuff is very good.

More Perfect

Revisionist History

With Her: :____(

On Being with Krista Tippet: very zen.

NBA Squeeze

Looped In: Houston real estate podcast.  Gotta stay in the loop ;) ;) ;)

Stanglers

Colonial Williamsburg History: only episode I listened to was an interview with “George Washington”.  Not great.

Keepin’ It 1600

NPR Politics

Breakdown: Intriguing and incredibly depressing.  Don’t leave your kids in a hot car.

Decoding Westworld

Art Detective

The West Wing Weekly



Thursday, January 8, 2015

The Blob

What is it about packing that makes my brain go, “Maybe you should write about how much you hate this”?  Misery while packing was a recurring theme of the Claire Blabbing blog (may it rest in peace).  Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you a new blog, because what better time is there to start a blog than when I am 65% packed for a cross-country move, occurring Saturday, with movers coming at 9am tomorrow?  There is no better time.  How else to capture the raw emotion of leaving Houston, this big, ugly, beautiful city I’ve grown to love, for San Francisco, unknown land of hippies and earthquakes?  What’s an anxiety-ridden Jersey girl to do?  The answer: not pack.  Sure, I will eventually get everything in boxes.  But it’s only 9:00.  The night is young.

While my packing aversion spurred me to write this first post, I have been considering a return to blogging for a while now.  I kept attempting to revive Claire Blabbing, but it just never felt right.  I am at peace with my decision to let it die.  New life, new blog.  I again will find myself in a foreign city with a somewhat inconvenient time difference from the East Coast (Beast Coast, as they say), so a blog feels like an efficient way to communicate.  As for the title Claire Blobbing, I used a similar approach to one I used for naming my childhood pet hermit crabs (Jaws, Claws, Jaws II, Claws II, etc).  I also drew inspiration from the mess that currently threatens my apartment and existence.  I suppose it may be time to tame the beast.

I may steal the tagline, though.