Autoreply: Away from Blog

Hi folks,

I'm just confirming what you already know: keeping up a blog is too time-consuming when it's not fulfilling any other major needs. So... perhaps someday I'll get this going again, but for now, I'm posting VERY infrequently.

Please be in touch in other ways!
:) judy

TMI

I don't know exactly how many so I can't say I can count on one hand, but I've definitely missed fewer than 5 days -- of showering before work since I started my new job (2 months ago). This, from the woman who had never - ever (I think) showered more than three days in a row before -- did I say ever already? Wow. And make-up too, the whole nine yards. And last night, I appropriately ironed a shirt, and it took me under 20 minutes.

Baby's all grown up.

Wednesday Wambles

In an effort to understand the other side of the political debate, I went to Fox News to see how they were framing the debate discussion. (As usual, I like Ezra Klein's take.) I thought this would be one story that was twistable but transparently so. I was wrong. The first half of Fox's story makes McCain look brilliant and patriotic and Obama petty and political. I didn't read the second half. I was shocked by how subtle the pro-McCain slant was. I'm not sure I would call the story pro-McCain, but when I finish reading it, I find McCain's approach more likable and less the actions of an impulsive candidate. Makes me worry about November 4.

In other news, I'm also anxious about the White Sox, who only have a 1.5 game lead over the Twins to make it into the play-offs. The two teams are playing right now, and the Sox are down (I hope by the time you read this, they've won!). With five games left, each win means less likelihood that they'll be gonzo.

I'm in Baltimore for a work meeting and enjoying having a hotel room by myself. A year ago, when I first slept in a hotel room on my own, I was shocked and appalled at government waste and slightly creeped out in the 23-year-old equivalent of being afraid of the dark. Now, I relish the vacation. This appreciation is made more poignant by my last work meeting, when I shared a room with a coworker. She was wonderful and I reminisced about our experience together for days afterward to friends, but it did limit the Judy-time I got. I also forgot to pack the single worst item to forget if you're going to share a hotel room with a coworker: pajama bottoms. Oops.

Has anyone joined TimesPeople on NYT? I did! Let me know and I'll start following you. Hehe.

That's all for now :)

Best. Feeling. Ever.

Not really, but I love superlatives. Anyway, it's AMAZING to get home on a Friday afternoon and have nothing to do before Shabbat but clean.

Here's to cooking Thursday nights! (Though next time I should try to get to sleep before 2 AM.)

Shabbat shalom!

Monopoly?

I don't want to make light of a serious situation, especially one that is causing distress and soon financial hardship to so many people, but does the discussion of America's financial system remind anyone else of the end-game in Monopoly?

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/19/business/19fed.html?_r=1&hp&oref=slogin

You've mortgaged everything and each person has a hotel on each property. Then, it happens. You land on the other person's property twice in a row. Is it over? No. You offer to hand over properties (unmortgaged!) to your opponent, and it begins to seep into other parts of your life - I'll make dinner for you tonight if you just roll one more time. Ok, maybe the comparison between a property/finance game and the financial sector is a little too obvious, but I was just thinking about how the way the Fed/Treasury/Congress/world are handling the meltdown is vaguely reminiscent of the way my siblings and I played Monopoly.

Oh, and here's my favorite line from the article:

"Still, the evening discussions took most of Washington by surprise, especially since Congress had been trying to finish up its business and head home to campaign for re-election."

Of course. Why stick around and save the economy?

Finding a Job through Facebook

I was able to sublet my apartment through a facebook status update, so I'm intrigued by this idea: http://www.onedayonejob.com/blog/use-facebook-ads-to-make-employers-hunt-you-down/

Figured I'd post for all you job seekers out there! Maybe this should be in the comments section of my last post.. hehe.

(I saw this link on Freakonomics.)

Wishing I was 40*

My whole life I've looked younger than I am. When I was 21 and stopped by the public library in my hometown to renew my library card, the librarian asked me if I was 14 yet. On a train in Chicago a fellow passenger asked me where I was in school, and when I said it for the third time, she looked at me abashed and said, "Oh, I was so sure you were in junior high that it didn't make sense."

Whenever I complain about my youthful looks people always tell me that I'll appreciate it when I'm 40. I smile thinly, and then spend the two months before my new job obsessing over how to put on make-up so that I can be taken seriously.

It's amazing that so many of my capable peers are not allowed to do real work until getting a degree, putting in serious time in their career fields, or both. I have to wonder what U.S. productivity charts would look like if we could cut through the nonsense and let people work at capacity, with the goal of improving everybody's capacity. What are people afraid of, that there will be no one left to do undesirable jobs? Let's cross that bridge when we come to it.

Last week, I was at a dinner meeting and found myself in a conversation about everyone's children. In general, I find it awkward to identify more with the children in the story than the parents/my colleagues, but this time was particularly pronounced because I had just met them, cared a lot about my own credibility, and their children were all 24. After the third person in a row told a story about her 24 year old daughter, one of my colleagues looked at me to include me more in the conversation. "How old are you?" I admitted that I was a month shy of 24. The next day, as we were saying good-bye, she mentioned to me that she was just so surprised about how young I am. There goes a month of carefully crafted emails (no smiley faces or exclamation marks!).

It's dissonant to me that this month's Glamour does a series on looking good in your 20s, 30s, and 40s, and the description of the 20s sounds like the pinnacle of everything good in this world. But then I get to work and I wish that my voice were lower as I contemplate using some white out for some in-a-pinch years (I think it would probably look like I whited-out my hair, but I'm certainly not above trying). I don't mean to suggest that I'm as capable now as I hope to be in 20 years. Or that I'm more capable than people who are doing these 'more challenging' jobs. But after spending a day -- in my dream job -- struggling to focus long enough to 'synthesize' meeting notes, I have to wonder if there's a better way to make good use of young people than pretending that the learning curve is really this steep.

*By the way, I don't really wish I was 40. While it would help me to be taken seriously, I'm pretty excited about the next 16 years.