It just dawned on me that most of the blogs I read refer to furry feline companions, if they mention beings of the non-human-kind at all. They have gratuitous cat posts, and show cat pictures when nothing else is going on. I've never really understood cat blogging. Did it start with LOLCats?
What does this preponderance (from an admittedly very small sample size) of cat people in the blogosphere suggest? Are all the dog people out running in the park with their golden retrievers, rather than sitting in front of their computers? Are cat people more likely to be homebodies, proximate to the the conditions for blogging? Are they more likely to be literate, and thus inclined to blogging? Are dog people less introspective, or less interested in sharing their thoughts with the world?
And what does this have to do with my lost blogging mojo? Have I lost the Muse because I'm a dog person who is actually temperamentally unsuited to blogging? Or because I'm a dog person minus a dog (slowly wearing down Eric on this front...)? Or am I secretly a cat person whose yet to get in touch with my feline self? (Not likely, that one.)
If/ when we do get a dog, I can promise plenty of gratuitous dog posts showing just how cute the little moppet is. Meanwhile, I'll leave you with my favorite tell-in-mixed company joke:
Why was the dyslexic, agnostic insomniac up all night?
Wondering if there is a Dog.
(Thanks for reading, if you're still around. I suspect the return of my blogging mojo will coincide with the end of the semester. Just one more week!))
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Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Friday, June 19, 2009
My procratination problem
The bridal salon called 2 days ago to tell me that my dress is in and we need to schedule a fitting.
Why have I yet to call back?
Partly, because I've been busy tasting cakes, looking at rings, celebrating Dr. Cowgirl's bachelorette [post coming soon!], having wedding budget discussions, and catching up on wedding blogs trying to write my dissertation.
And partly because I have a big procrastination problem.
Why have I yet to call back?
Partly, because I've been busy tasting cakes, looking at rings, celebrating Dr. Cowgirl's bachelorette [post coming soon!], having wedding budget discussions, and
And partly because I have a big procrastination problem.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
The Language of Love
Back in college, a friend and I developed a rather facetious student-initiated course called The Language of Love. We did this in response to some boys down the hall who had first offered the course, whose subtext was basically 'how to pick up chicks.' We wanted to reclaim some female agency, so our course dealt with meeting and 'acquiring' and 'disposing of' prospective partners (yes, we were definitely callow youth!) from the female point of view.
So that's what I first thought of when I saw this intriguing post over at The Relentless Bride.
But this "Language of Love" is much more subtle and complex than the flirting ideas we were tossing around back in college.
It turns out that we all have preferences in how love is communicated to us, and ours may not be the same as our partner's. I recognized this recently when I swooned after Mr. Barefoot picked up all the dishes and ran the dishwasher... turns out one of my preferred Love Languages is "Acts of Service," according to the little test, linked at the bottom of this post. (I'd have to say that this is doubly so while I try to write my dissertation and just can't deal with a lot of the day-to-day stuff.)
My primary love language is probably
Quality Time
with a secondary love language being
Acts of Service.
Take the quiz
So that's what I first thought of when I saw this intriguing post over at The Relentless Bride.
But this "Language of Love" is much more subtle and complex than the flirting ideas we were tossing around back in college.
It turns out that we all have preferences in how love is communicated to us, and ours may not be the same as our partner's. I recognized this recently when I swooned after Mr. Barefoot picked up all the dishes and ran the dishwasher... turns out one of my preferred Love Languages is "Acts of Service," according to the little test, linked at the bottom of this post. (I'd have to say that this is doubly so while I try to write my dissertation and just can't deal with a lot of the day-to-day stuff.)
The Five Love Languages
Are Quality Time, Acts of Service, Physical Touch, Receiving Gifts, and Words of Affirmation.My primary love language is probably
Quality Time
with a secondary love language being
Acts of Service.
Complete set of results
| Quality Time: | 9 | |
| Acts of Service: | 7 | |
| Physical Touch: | 7 | |
| Receiving Gifts: | 4 | |
| Words of Affirmation: | 3 |
Information
Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.Take the quiz
Monday, March 2, 2009
What a great excuse...
- for getting regular facials
- for getting pedicures
- for exercising regularly
- for eating more vegetables
- for taking vitamins
- for drinking more water
- for thinking about my 'style'
- for searching the web for pretty things
- for getting my finances in order
- for getting in touch with old friends
- for looking at beautiful photos
- for thinking about what's really important to me.
(for today.)
Monday, February 2, 2009
Who is One Barefoot Bride?
I got tagged on Facebook and posted some 'things' about myself. You might want to know also.
1. I'm having an unproductive day... maybe even a 'writer's blocked' day. I figured if I typed something - anything - it might get me going.
2. Despite appearances to the contrary, I'm a southern belle: I was born in the south, and lived there for several childhood years. My family of Yankees never fit in though. Perhaps this is when the urge to travel was born.
3. I angered my second grade teacher (in a small town in the south) by following the spirit of the assignment, but not the letter. She had asked us to write down the numbers, one to 100. I chose to do this by 5s. She was not amused. Perhaps this is when my predilection for marching to my own drum became clear.
4. I relearned to walk at the age of eight, after having spent the summer with two broken legs as a result of a car accident. Perhaps this is when the urge to ramble was born.
5. I love fashion. When I'm in Asia, I design clothes and get them made by local tailors.
6. I am incoherent before my two cups of strong coffee in the morning.
7. I can easily while away an entire day doing nothing. I mean, really, nothing.
8. Each time I have graduated from a degree program, the country has been in a recession. My biggest degree => the country's biggest recession.
9. Since high school, I have always had several friends who have the same name as me. I think this emphasizes our common humanity.
10. Though I've traveled to the far corners of the world, and climbed vertical rocks, two things are scary to many people, I wish I were less fearful.
11. I've won a number of writing prizes, but have yet to parlay this into publishing fame and fortune.
12. I slept on a heating grate in Washington DC with actor Martin Sheen to publicize the plight of the homeless in the Capitol.
13. I taught Bill Clinton how to milk a goat when he was governor of Arkansas. (yes, he did seem to be a rather natural talent ;-) )
14. I lived in Kathmandu at a time of regular curfews, street-closing demonstrations, and riots. I had to get permission from the US embassy to leave the Kathmandu Valley.
15. Since college, I've lived in 13 different apartments or houses in three countries (not counting the numerous floors I slept on while doing field research.) I've lived in 16 different cities (multiple apts. in some cities.)
16. I am slow, but when I figure out what I want, I am persistent. I applied to both college and grad school twice.
17. I was raised to believe in public service, and have been involved in one way or another since I was a kid. Early on, I sent my allowance to save the baby seals (really). It took me a while to figure out that self-expression is important too.
18. I've been a vegetarian since I was 18, when I got involved in hunger and homeless issues, and learned how many more people could be fed with a plant-based diet. Even before that, I didn't really like meat.
19. I can't decide whether I prefer the mountains or the beach. Luckily, here in the Bay, we have both.
20. I think I'm incredibly lucky to have work I love in my favorite city in the world, with a spectacular fiance/housemate.
21. I find solace and inspiration in natural places: Tennessee Valley Beach, Yosemite Valley, Tuolumne Meadows, random footpaths in the Himalayas.
22. I lived in a village at 13,000 feet in Nepal, and climbed a peak -by myself - that overlooks Everest Base Camp (<18,000). That was my best hiking day EVER.
23. I've learned half a dozen languages, but am competent only in English. My friends in Asia can't understand why I have such difficulty with their languages. I think my brothers got all the language genes.
24. Sushi + ice cream = perfect dinner.
25. I passed up a dream job, traveling through Central Asia because it would have delayed the completion of my PhD significantly. I still wonder about that path not taken...
1. I'm having an unproductive day... maybe even a 'writer's blocked' day. I figured if I typed something - anything - it might get me going.
2. Despite appearances to the contrary, I'm a southern belle: I was born in the south, and lived there for several childhood years. My family of Yankees never fit in though. Perhaps this is when the urge to travel was born.
3. I angered my second grade teacher (in a small town in the south) by following the spirit of the assignment, but not the letter. She had asked us to write down the numbers, one to 100. I chose to do this by 5s. She was not amused. Perhaps this is when my predilection for marching to my own drum became clear.
4. I relearned to walk at the age of eight, after having spent the summer with two broken legs as a result of a car accident. Perhaps this is when the urge to ramble was born.
5. I love fashion. When I'm in Asia, I design clothes and get them made by local tailors.
6. I am incoherent before my two cups of strong coffee in the morning.
7. I can easily while away an entire day doing nothing. I mean, really, nothing.
8. Each time I have graduated from a degree program, the country has been in a recession. My biggest degree => the country's biggest recession.
9. Since high school, I have always had several friends who have the same name as me. I think this emphasizes our common humanity.
10. Though I've traveled to the far corners of the world, and climbed vertical rocks, two things are scary to many people, I wish I were less fearful.
11. I've won a number of writing prizes, but have yet to parlay this into publishing fame and fortune.
12. I slept on a heating grate in Washington DC with actor Martin Sheen to publicize the plight of the homeless in the Capitol.
13. I taught Bill Clinton how to milk a goat when he was governor of Arkansas. (yes, he did seem to be a rather natural talent ;-) )
14. I lived in Kathmandu at a time of regular curfews, street-closing demonstrations, and riots. I had to get permission from the US embassy to leave the Kathmandu Valley.
15. Since college, I've lived in 13 different apartments or houses in three countries (not counting the numerous floors I slept on while doing field research.) I've lived in 16 different cities (multiple apts. in some cities.)
16. I am slow, but when I figure out what I want, I am persistent. I applied to both college and grad school twice.
17. I was raised to believe in public service, and have been involved in one way or another since I was a kid. Early on, I sent my allowance to save the baby seals (really). It took me a while to figure out that self-expression is important too.
18. I've been a vegetarian since I was 18, when I got involved in hunger and homeless issues, and learned how many more people could be fed with a plant-based diet. Even before that, I didn't really like meat.
19. I can't decide whether I prefer the mountains or the beach. Luckily, here in the Bay, we have both.
20. I think I'm incredibly lucky to have work I love in my favorite city in the world, with a spectacular fiance/housemate.
21. I find solace and inspiration in natural places: Tennessee Valley Beach, Yosemite Valley, Tuolumne Meadows, random footpaths in the Himalayas.
22. I lived in a village at 13,000 feet in Nepal, and climbed a peak -by myself - that overlooks Everest Base Camp (<18,000). That was my best hiking day EVER.
23. I've learned half a dozen languages, but am competent only in English. My friends in Asia can't understand why I have such difficulty with their languages. I think my brothers got all the language genes.
24. Sushi + ice cream = perfect dinner.
25. I passed up a dream job, traveling through Central Asia because it would have delayed the completion of my PhD significantly. I still wonder about that path not taken...
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