Just for the record, I am not partaking of the State of the Union address. There are so many serious problems in this world and none of them are gonna be brought to the table. Instead, lets figure out a way to squeeze a few more drops of oil out of the planet.
Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive....
Keep on Rockin in the Free World
Ironic that although I am not listening to W, NSA is probably listening to me.
January 31, 2006
Going Postal
It's happened again - a postal worker goes on a rampage, killing coworkers and then herself, this time in Goleta, CA. Pretty horrific.
You wonder why this is so common that it's become something between a DSM diagnostic code and a punchline. I can think of a lot more mind-numbing and soul-destroying places to work - surely for all of its bad PR, we do not often talk of "Going Walmart" or "Big Mac Attack" or "Pulling a GM".
Perhaps its the civil service aspect - attracting a certain kind of person looking for a certain kind of workplace security - and the combination of a personality type and a work environment provides the combustible mix.
I dunno. Scary.
You wonder why this is so common that it's become something between a DSM diagnostic code and a punchline. I can think of a lot more mind-numbing and soul-destroying places to work - surely for all of its bad PR, we do not often talk of "Going Walmart" or "Big Mac Attack" or "Pulling a GM".
Perhaps its the civil service aspect - attracting a certain kind of person looking for a certain kind of workplace security - and the combination of a personality type and a work environment provides the combustible mix.
I dunno. Scary.
January 30, 2006
Medical Cell Phone Math
A story this morning that I heard on Morning Edition, from UPI, suggests that putting cell phones in the hands of doctors (here specifically, anesthesiologists) cuts down on errors and leads to better care.
Does not seem to be particularly good science, on initial glance (its based on a survey of doctors, who I am sure would prefer a cell phone vs. a pager, so there is a lot of room for survey bias) - although perhaps its better in addressing its initial intent (document the likelihood or rarity of cell phone interference with medical equipment).
In any case, as a cell phone user as well as a person who does business within the hospital environment, I would like to throw one additional consideration into the fray: the spread of staph (and other) infection via cell phone. Imagine the average doctors cell phone as a little germ carrier - roaming from patient to patient, and tell me the doc is gonna swab it between patients, or bother to glove / deglve when the phone rings.
Does not seem to be particularly good science, on initial glance (its based on a survey of doctors, who I am sure would prefer a cell phone vs. a pager, so there is a lot of room for survey bias) - although perhaps its better in addressing its initial intent (document the likelihood or rarity of cell phone interference with medical equipment).
In any case, as a cell phone user as well as a person who does business within the hospital environment, I would like to throw one additional consideration into the fray: the spread of staph (and other) infection via cell phone. Imagine the average doctors cell phone as a little germ carrier - roaming from patient to patient, and tell me the doc is gonna swab it between patients, or bother to glove / deglve when the phone rings.
Life Raft
More and more, my spare bedroom / home office / workplace is resembling a life raft. Three major pieces of furniture have been relocated to the new digs, and the remaining desk and table are piled high with papers, books, magazines, mail, and the accoutrements of a small office. A good time to do some pruning methinks.
I am gonna run over to the office early this morning with a load of boxes - since I am not officially there until Wednesday I do not really want to hang out there or be too visible, but I also want to get things moved. I have a small supply of boxes and I am moving things in waves or shifts - I need to get the now-filled boxes moved and emptied so I can start to sort out the piles that surround me.
I am excited about moving. I have visions of a neater and more organized workspace. I have pretensions of a healthier division between work and life. I like the idea of a bit more human contact in my day to day life. I am looking forward to a reason (beside the post office around 11 am) to get out of my PJ's and put myself together a bit more formally.
I am gonna run over to the office early this morning with a load of boxes - since I am not officially there until Wednesday I do not really want to hang out there or be too visible, but I also want to get things moved. I have a small supply of boxes and I am moving things in waves or shifts - I need to get the now-filled boxes moved and emptied so I can start to sort out the piles that surround me.
I am excited about moving. I have visions of a neater and more organized workspace. I have pretensions of a healthier division between work and life. I like the idea of a bit more human contact in my day to day life. I am looking forward to a reason (beside the post office around 11 am) to get out of my PJ's and put myself together a bit more formally.
January 29, 2006
Wiped
Our heroine is fatiqued.
This morning started out with Hot Yoga. There are two primary hot yoga instructors - one is really kind of a rhythmic / flow person, the other is a posture, work it person. We had #2 today - a different kind of practice but really good. Usually at some point during hot yoga I become aware of my heart just pounding in healthy, pumping gallons of oxygenated blood throughout my body way that makes me think the big one is years off.
The rest of the day involved movings things - a folding table and large shelving unit from my storage hole, and a large shelving unit, paper rack, 10 boxes of books and paper, and a printer wire shelf from the house. Only a few occasions of unseemly butchness; I found myself doing yoga schtick as I lifted and carries and pushed and pulled: Shoulders down. Legs strong. Belly in. Breathe.
So I'm a bit wiped right now.
Output of all this effort: most of the boxes got unpacked, the paper rack got filled, and I got my cable modem / router connected and functioning. It's begging to look like a place of business. My laptop is now at the office - so I guess on some level I am open for business over there.....even though I do not officially move in until Wednesday and the heavy things (desk and file cabinet) do not go over there until next Saturday.
This morning started out with Hot Yoga. There are two primary hot yoga instructors - one is really kind of a rhythmic / flow person, the other is a posture, work it person. We had #2 today - a different kind of practice but really good. Usually at some point during hot yoga I become aware of my heart just pounding in healthy, pumping gallons of oxygenated blood throughout my body way that makes me think the big one is years off.
The rest of the day involved movings things - a folding table and large shelving unit from my storage hole, and a large shelving unit, paper rack, 10 boxes of books and paper, and a printer wire shelf from the house. Only a few occasions of unseemly butchness; I found myself doing yoga schtick as I lifted and carries and pushed and pulled: Shoulders down. Legs strong. Belly in. Breathe.
So I'm a bit wiped right now.
Output of all this effort: most of the boxes got unpacked, the paper rack got filled, and I got my cable modem / router connected and functioning. It's begging to look like a place of business. My laptop is now at the office - so I guess on some level I am open for business over there.....even though I do not officially move in until Wednesday and the heavy things (desk and file cabinet) do not go over there until next Saturday.
January 28, 2006
Productivity
Mid-day Saturday, lots accomplished already. Including:
* Jazzercise
* Run to the storage hole to pick up office accessories
* Go to the office for pre-set-up day #1
* Phone chats with M and K, individually
* Go to Kohls to buy underwear, boots, a couple of clearance blouses, and two epilatory gadgets
Gonna do 1/2 the local support group meeting, and then come home and prep for the balloon party this evening.
* Jazzercise
* Run to the storage hole to pick up office accessories
* Go to the office for pre-set-up day #1
* Phone chats with M and K, individually
* Go to Kohls to buy underwear, boots, a couple of clearance blouses, and two epilatory gadgets
Gonna do 1/2 the local support group meeting, and then come home and prep for the balloon party this evening.
Weekend Worrier
Pun intended.
Weekends have been hard for me for a long while. It comes down to a block of time with not a lot of structure, a vague expectation that I should be doing something, the curse of the self employed in that I rarely have a list of undone errands or chores for the weekend, and a realization that I just do not have a large diversity or number of friends.
The periodic weekend angst erupted last night; I had stopped by the local community center and bought some tickets to the fund-raiser cabaret. I am generally kind of "iffy" on community things but decided it would have been a good show of support and maybe meet some folks. But the Zipster was sick / tired (drugs from her early week procedure) and taking it wasy since she is heading down to NY to help her mom out on Saturday. So she did not want to go and I really did not want to go solo. After dinner I took a nap, then when Zippy woke me up around 7 I was sullen and uncommunicative for a while as I banged through laundry and dishes and small chores.
I think the episode is over; today dawns brighter and busier with Jazzercise this morning, a support group this afternoon if I choose to go, a balloon community party this evening. And the opportunity to start moving stuff into my office, if I have use of the zipster's truck.
Fairly sure I know what the angst is about. I have this sort of vague "in a perfect world" vision of intelligent, progressive, and social friends dropping by, visiting, meeting for dinner or drinks or coffee or a movie. But I've been between communities for so long that many have dropped by the wayside; in some ways I am so demanding and idealistic that most fall short, or I do not take the time to invest in a particular community or social circle for connections to deepen. I have lots and lots of contacts but not so many friends - just a few good and close ones who happen to be out of town at the moment (and who, while initially my contacts, are close because of Zippy's interaction - I am sort of tangential)
Every so often I toss out a call to the universe - so here we go again. If you have any local queerish, progressive, artsy, healthish men or women hanging out looking for friendship and connection - send 'em my way or make our paths cross. I'll keep my eye open for 'em, OK, and I am sure I can lure them into friendship once I know they are out there.
Weekends have been hard for me for a long while. It comes down to a block of time with not a lot of structure, a vague expectation that I should be doing something, the curse of the self employed in that I rarely have a list of undone errands or chores for the weekend, and a realization that I just do not have a large diversity or number of friends.
The periodic weekend angst erupted last night; I had stopped by the local community center and bought some tickets to the fund-raiser cabaret. I am generally kind of "iffy" on community things but decided it would have been a good show of support and maybe meet some folks. But the Zipster was sick / tired (drugs from her early week procedure) and taking it wasy since she is heading down to NY to help her mom out on Saturday. So she did not want to go and I really did not want to go solo. After dinner I took a nap, then when Zippy woke me up around 7 I was sullen and uncommunicative for a while as I banged through laundry and dishes and small chores.
I think the episode is over; today dawns brighter and busier with Jazzercise this morning, a support group this afternoon if I choose to go, a balloon community party this evening. And the opportunity to start moving stuff into my office, if I have use of the zipster's truck.
Fairly sure I know what the angst is about. I have this sort of vague "in a perfect world" vision of intelligent, progressive, and social friends dropping by, visiting, meeting for dinner or drinks or coffee or a movie. But I've been between communities for so long that many have dropped by the wayside; in some ways I am so demanding and idealistic that most fall short, or I do not take the time to invest in a particular community or social circle for connections to deepen. I have lots and lots of contacts but not so many friends - just a few good and close ones who happen to be out of town at the moment (and who, while initially my contacts, are close because of Zippy's interaction - I am sort of tangential)
Every so often I toss out a call to the universe - so here we go again. If you have any local queerish, progressive, artsy, healthish men or women hanging out looking for friendship and connection - send 'em my way or make our paths cross. I'll keep my eye open for 'em, OK, and I am sure I can lure them into friendship once I know they are out there.
January 26, 2006
Bitchy about CC:
I had a fairly snippy exchange this week with an executive from a local psych provider looking to market to the GLBT community vis a vis using CC: vs BCC: for email. He sent out an announcement which had over 100 email addresses on it (and visible) - including most of the local GLBT community. I asked him to use BCC: in future, citing privacy, spam, viruses, HIPAA, and the dreaded accidental REPLY TO ALL. He was not receptive.
A good technical discussion of my concerns can be found here.
The exchange and the personal nature of it got to me; I decided to stop being whiny and start being cold, calm, and officious. From now on, when I get this sort of email, I simply will redirect it to a special email account I have set up. The account has an auto-responder which will sned back the following email:
A good technical discussion of my concerns can be found here.
The exchange and the personal nature of it got to me; I decided to stop being whiny and start being cold, calm, and officious. From now on, when I get this sort of email, I simply will redirect it to a special email account I have set up. The account has an auto-responder which will sned back the following email:
This is an automated message.
You recently sent an email to my-domain.com as part of a large distribution list using Carbon Copies, or CC: for the distribution list. As a result, each person on the list can see the entire distribution list, and each persons email address is available to all of the persons on the list.
In order to reduce SPAM and abuse of such lists, as well as to preserve privacy, I would prefer not to be included in mailings from persons using this form of distribution.
If you are able to switch over to an anonymous form of bulk emailing (such as using BCC: or Blind Carbon Copy) I would be most appreciative.
There is a good discussion of my concerns with regard to this practice here: http://www.cs.rutgers.edu/~watrous/bcc-for-privacy.html
If you are not able to make this change, or would prefer not to, kindly remove all my-domain.com email addresses from your distibution list; I would prefer not to receive these emails.
Thank you
A Death in the Family
Just a quick footnote to remember and honor Rachel. I did not know her well: met her only once and spoke to her on the phone a handful of times. She was the beloved of a good but distant friend.
She passed far too young, and far too painfully, and without having achieved many of her life goals and dreams. My thoughts are with her, with her beloved, her friends and family, and with us all - we are all such vulnerable, precious flames of energy and too easily extinguished.
She passed far too young, and far too painfully, and without having achieved many of her life goals and dreams. My thoughts are with her, with her beloved, her friends and family, and with us all - we are all such vulnerable, precious flames of energy and too easily extinguished.
Natural Reader
I've been putting together a tutorial on the set-up and use of some test equipment for a client, which precipitated the purchase of a piece of software which creates AVI movies out of screen actions. Pretty slick.
Said client wanted some voice-over on the presentation. He has a fairly thick accent, my voice is always questionable, a voice-over artist is not in the budget, and I am not set up for quality audio recording in any case. So, I started looking around for text-to-voice software, which led me to this demo page (AT&T / Bell Labs) and this fairly low cost consumer software based on the same technology.
Needless to say, I've been having fun with the technology. I'm recording an outgoing answering machine message. I'm typing the various silly things we say to get the computer voice to say them. I am typing calling friends and having the computer say odd or mildly offensive things to them or their machines.
These are the times I love being a self employed engineering geekette. I get to play around with stuff like this and call it work, and at the end of the month I get to bill for it.
Said client wanted some voice-over on the presentation. He has a fairly thick accent, my voice is always questionable, a voice-over artist is not in the budget, and I am not set up for quality audio recording in any case. So, I started looking around for text-to-voice software, which led me to this demo page (AT&T / Bell Labs) and this fairly low cost consumer software based on the same technology.
Needless to say, I've been having fun with the technology. I'm recording an outgoing answering machine message. I'm typing the various silly things we say to get the computer voice to say them. I am typing calling friends and having the computer say odd or mildly offensive things to them or their machines.
These are the times I love being a self employed engineering geekette. I get to play around with stuff like this and call it work, and at the end of the month I get to bill for it.
New Quote
Don't it always seem to go,
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
(Big Yellow Taxi, Joni Mitchell)
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
(Big Yellow Taxi, Joni Mitchell)
Much Ado About Nothing
Looking around at other blogs and bloggers, I find my own to be somewhat inwards focused and self-absorbed. Natural, I guess - I am just not that excited or excitable about the world. Serenity prayer and all. And while I can be and often am chaffing at the political landscape or the environmental crisis or various global trends and issues, my response seems to be more one of local action (for example, recycling or less consuming or what-not) and supporting causes and movements that I think are making things better.
I just do not have the inclination to be blogging about the current administration, the huge global environmental issues, stuff like overpopulation, overuse of resources, global warming, species exctinctions, and all the other ills that plague our world. In some ways, these things were predestined when homo erectus picked up the first conveniently shaped stone and used it as a tool: the travails of a technological society. We can soften the landing, I guess, but we're not going to fix things until we break things pretty badly. Which gives me a new quote.....
I feel somewhat like a cosmic surfer - I sort of watch the big trends and movements, observing, moving through the waves, maybe making changes and tweaking things I come across. Hopefully, I am doing some good and making some changes a la the Butterfly Effect. I'd like to think so. It allows me to justify a sort of zen "accept what is" layer over my oft-times complacent existence.
Oh, and just a shout out to the good folks at Scholastic. I am coming to realize how much of my philosophy is based on the writing of Ray Bradbury, and specifically this collection of stories, which I must have picked up in grade school at a book fair.
I just do not have the inclination to be blogging about the current administration, the huge global environmental issues, stuff like overpopulation, overuse of resources, global warming, species exctinctions, and all the other ills that plague our world. In some ways, these things were predestined when homo erectus picked up the first conveniently shaped stone and used it as a tool: the travails of a technological society. We can soften the landing, I guess, but we're not going to fix things until we break things pretty badly. Which gives me a new quote.....
I feel somewhat like a cosmic surfer - I sort of watch the big trends and movements, observing, moving through the waves, maybe making changes and tweaking things I come across. Hopefully, I am doing some good and making some changes a la the Butterfly Effect. I'd like to think so. It allows me to justify a sort of zen "accept what is" layer over my oft-times complacent existence.
Oh, and just a shout out to the good folks at Scholastic. I am coming to realize how much of my philosophy is based on the writing of Ray Bradbury, and specifically this collection of stories, which I must have picked up in grade school at a book fair.
January 24, 2006
Foodishness
For unknown reasons.....
Dinner tonight was Fantastic Vegetarian Chili, which involved boiling water, opening three cans (two beans, one diced tomatoes) and simmering about 30 minutes. AND IT WAS FREAKING INCREDIBLE. 6 Grams of Soy Protein per serving, a 1 gram of fat. Zowie.
Stop n' Shop had the nastily food colored and who the heck knows what is really in there, but strangely addictive Crab Classics artificial crab legs on sale. With zero grams of fat, lots of fishy protein and not too many carbs, they have to be better than fast food. Soylent Green is people....
Sidebar: Why does Charleston Heston get all the classic lines?
Dinner tonight was Fantastic Vegetarian Chili, which involved boiling water, opening three cans (two beans, one diced tomatoes) and simmering about 30 minutes. AND IT WAS FREAKING INCREDIBLE. 6 Grams of Soy Protein per serving, a 1 gram of fat. Zowie.
Stop n' Shop had the nastily food colored and who the heck knows what is really in there, but strangely addictive Crab Classics artificial crab legs on sale. With zero grams of fat, lots of fishy protein and not too many carbs, they have to be better than fast food. Soylent Green is people....
Sidebar: Why does Charleston Heston get all the classic lines?
Note to Self Re: Workout Wear
Do not just stay in your yoga clothes all day when yoga gets cancelled and then go to jazzercise in 'em. You need more support up top for aerobics and you need tighter pants that you will not be pulling up throughout class.
On a more positive note, one of the women at Jazzercise who normally stands behind me commented last night that the view from the rear is getting better; i.e. - I really seem to be firming up and defining in a positive way. I've been doing a lot of jazzercise and yoga so maybe its all coming together. Need to start eating better, but still, its the sort of positive reinforcement / feedback that can help to change eating habits. So thanks!
On a more positive note, one of the women at Jazzercise who normally stands behind me commented last night that the view from the rear is getting better; i.e. - I really seem to be firming up and defining in a positive way. I've been doing a lot of jazzercise and yoga so maybe its all coming together. Need to start eating better, but still, its the sort of positive reinforcement / feedback that can help to change eating habits. So thanks!
January 23, 2006
Catching my breath
It was a driving sort of weekend. I made the commute to Woburn MA twice; once on Saturday and once on Sunday. No problems either trip, just a lot of driving. Which I am still able to do but it still makes me cranky and creaky. Saturday was a conference with MYA, and Sunday was hanging out and brunch with a bunch of cool folks.
For the record we went to Christopher's Restaurant in Cambridge, which was a lot less veggie / vegan friendly than expected per Internet write-ups, but still very nice. The company and conversation was excellant, and thats what counts.
Back to reality here. One more week of working out of the house; next week begins the move into the new office which should make for an exciting period. The big question du jour seems to be "hot yoga" or "gentle yoga" - think I will let the morning evolve a bit before making that decision.
For the record we went to Christopher's Restaurant in Cambridge, which was a lot less veggie / vegan friendly than expected per Internet write-ups, but still very nice. The company and conversation was excellant, and thats what counts.
Back to reality here. One more week of working out of the house; next week begins the move into the new office which should make for an exciting period. The big question du jour seems to be "hot yoga" or "gentle yoga" - think I will let the morning evolve a bit before making that decision.
January 21, 2006
Pipes and Driving
A bit of catch-up. Yesterday saw another hot yoga class; probably my last Friday for a while since I signed up for a concurrent series. I might switch my hot yoga day to Mondays. I need to get into a rhythm of exercise, balancing yoga and jazzercise.
Last night, Zippy and a friend were headed off to one of their periodic Celtic concerts, this with a duo named Pipeline. Not much going on in my world so I joined them; although I am at best a mild Celtic fan. I enjoy the music (and I am about 50% Irish, evidenced by reddish hair and freckles) but in a more ethereal, time to sit and ponder and let the mind move where it will sort of way. The duo was quite good; I was especially impressed with Tom Hake's bouzouki playing; enough so to do a little bouzouki web surfing this morning to see instrument shapes and makers and tunings and such. (Tom played a bouzouki which looked like this (as compared to the classic teardrop shape) and there was some speculation amongst us three if it were really a bouzouki or some other instrument (mandolin on steroids? mini-bass? guitar off-shoot?)
Today, I pick up MYA at 8 am (which I am sure is trauma to her teen-age sensibilities; its mid-morning for me) and we trek north to Woburn MA for a conference. With any luck we will see some old and new friends, neither of us will be traumatized, and she will have a good time and not cry spontaneously upon meeting a certain celebrity of my acquaintance. Just a day trip today, although I think I am headed back tomorrow to spend some time with the aforementioned MB.
Sort of in a holding pattern in a lot of ways. Moving into the new office space is going to suck up some time and energy; but I will not really dive into that until late in the coming week, at earliest. Official move-in date is Feb 1, although I might take some stuff over next weekend, and the official friends and family come on down moving day is February 4.
Last night, Zippy and a friend were headed off to one of their periodic Celtic concerts, this with a duo named Pipeline. Not much going on in my world so I joined them; although I am at best a mild Celtic fan. I enjoy the music (and I am about 50% Irish, evidenced by reddish hair and freckles) but in a more ethereal, time to sit and ponder and let the mind move where it will sort of way. The duo was quite good; I was especially impressed with Tom Hake's bouzouki playing; enough so to do a little bouzouki web surfing this morning to see instrument shapes and makers and tunings and such. (Tom played a bouzouki which looked like this (as compared to the classic teardrop shape) and there was some speculation amongst us three if it were really a bouzouki or some other instrument (mandolin on steroids? mini-bass? guitar off-shoot?)
Today, I pick up MYA at 8 am (which I am sure is trauma to her teen-age sensibilities; its mid-morning for me) and we trek north to Woburn MA for a conference. With any luck we will see some old and new friends, neither of us will be traumatized, and she will have a good time and not cry spontaneously upon meeting a certain celebrity of my acquaintance. Just a day trip today, although I think I am headed back tomorrow to spend some time with the aforementioned MB.
Sort of in a holding pattern in a lot of ways. Moving into the new office space is going to suck up some time and energy; but I will not really dive into that until late in the coming week, at earliest. Official move-in date is Feb 1, although I might take some stuff over next weekend, and the official friends and family come on down moving day is February 4.
January 20, 2006
Childhood Alive
My inner child jumps for joy over this story.
Wham-O was one of the touchstones of my late 60's, early 70's childhood. The Hula-Hoop had a resurgence. Frisbee's were hot. Slip-n-Slides. Superballs. And all sorts of wacky products and gizmos too quirky and unpopular to enter the culture, but dammit, we lusted for them anyways.
Wham-O television ads were beginning the evolution from product endorsement to entertainment to infomercial, in no small part fueled by zealous marketeers and hucksters at Wham-O.
Just seeing the company name and the logo brings back all sorts of weird and positive memories of a simpler time.
Wham-O was one of the touchstones of my late 60's, early 70's childhood. The Hula-Hoop had a resurgence. Frisbee's were hot. Slip-n-Slides. Superballs. And all sorts of wacky products and gizmos too quirky and unpopular to enter the culture, but dammit, we lusted for them anyways.
Wham-O television ads were beginning the evolution from product endorsement to entertainment to infomercial, in no small part fueled by zealous marketeers and hucksters at Wham-O.
Just seeing the company name and the logo brings back all sorts of weird and positive memories of a simpler time.
January 19, 2006
Lake of Shining Waters
I've been clomping around in knee-high rubber boots today. Our periodically flooded backyard is back in business, abetted by snow, rain, frozen ground, warm weather, and the recent quick freeze / quick thaw. I took advantage of the sunny day to set up a sump pump and hose and its mostly drained.
The phrase "When you are up to your ass in alligators, its a bit late to drain the swamp" has been rolling through my head all day. I've been feeling suitably butch.
Zippy, who toiled at a sewage treatment plant for over 5 years, seems to find steel-toed rubber boots on her woman sexy.
The phrase "When you are up to your ass in alligators, its a bit late to drain the swamp" has been rolling through my head all day. I've been feeling suitably butch.
Zippy, who toiled at a sewage treatment plant for over 5 years, seems to find steel-toed rubber boots on her woman sexy.
Freshening Up
We'll be staying at the hotel so if you need a place to freshen up let us know.
A note from a friend who I will be seeing this weekend at a conference.
Amusing, the concept of freshening up. I am not sure it applies to me. I'm a singularly low-maintenance woman. I occasionally spend entire days wearing my yoga-duds, I spend entire weeks without a splotch of makeup. If it can't be handled in a rear-view mirror or a public restroom, using a small fraction of the contents of a fairly small purse, well, its a bit much for me.
Nice of her to offer. But, I'm not that girl.
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