Why I’m going to Blissdom – a haiku

Learn, share, laugh, grow, think
Blissdom brings us together
Shared experience


Do you wikipedia?

Yes, I’m sure you do. I don’t know about you, but I support public radio. And I support wikipedia for the same reason – it provides value to me.

They’re working to raise just a little more money this year. No pressure, but if you’re interested, read on.

Here’s how the Wikipedia fundraiser works: Every year we raise just the funds that we need, and then we stop.

Because you and so many other Wikipedia readers donated over the past weeks, we are very close to raising our goal for this year by December 31 — but we’re not quite there yet.

You’ve already done your part this year. Thank you so much. But you can help us again by forwarding this email to a friend who you know relies on Wikipedia and asking that person to help us reach our goal today by clicking here and making a donation.

If everyone reading this email forwarded it to just one friend, we think that would be enough to let us end the fundraiser today.

Of course, we wouldn’t turn you down if you wanted to make a second donation or a monthly gift.

Google might have close to a million servers. Yahoo has something like 13,000 staff. We have 679 servers and 95 staff.

Wikipedia is the #5 site on the web and serves 470 million different people every month – with billions of page views.

Commerce is fine. Advertising is not evil. But it doesn’t belong here. Not in Wikipedia. Wikipedia is something special. It is like a library or a public park. It is like a temple for the mind. It is a place we can all go to think, to learn, to share our knowledge with others.

When I founded Wikipedia, I could have made it into a for-profit company with advertising, but I decided to do something different. We’ve worked hard over the years to keep it lean and tight. We fulfill our mission, and leave waste to others.

Thanks again for your support this year. Please help spread the word by forwarding this email to someone you know.

Thanks,
Jimmy Wales
Wikipedia Founder


Christmas Eve Shabbat

We’re headed to see my sister and her family up north for a quick visit. It’s Christmas Eve, though in their neighborhood more people are celebrating Shabbat.

It’ll be so nice. We’ll spend the day talking and playing games. And catching up. Because most times when we try to talk on the phone, one of us has something to hurry up and finish, to work on, or to pick up. It’s not easy for 2 mothers of 3 to find time to talk.

We’ll have a dinner – all 12 of us. (Did I mention that my parents are going with us?) After sundown, the kids might watch a movie or play an electronic game. And the adults will hang out. Or something.

Whatever we do, it’ll be nice to be together. Even if it’s brief.


Reflecting.

I know what you’re thinking. Another f^&%ing end of year reflections blog post.

Hey, I don’t blame you. I’m a little burnt out from all the retrospectives myself.

This is not that. A retrospective, I mean. Allow me to explain.

I realize that I am who I hoped to be. And notwithstanding some flaws that I will continue to work to improve, I’m happy with who that is. I’m kind and (most of the time) considerate. I love my family and my friends. I work hard and am proud of what I deliver. But I realized recently that I haven’t let all that many people know me – I mean really know me – in my life. While I’m open and friendly (and a good listener), I don’t expose very much of myself.

Am I insecure? Afraid I’ll seem boring? Or just not that special? Scared everyone will know I’m an axe murderer? {Just checking to see if you’re reading. Hee hee.}

And, I think I’m not alone in holding back.

I had an interesting chat with a friend last week. It occurred to me that none of us knows another – I mean – to the core. Doesn’t each of you have something that no one knows you think. Or something you do. Or don’t do? Don’t we all have a secret?

Oh, I’m not saying that most people are hiding hugely important aspects of their lives or terrible deeds. I’m not suggesting, even, that those secrets are even a big deal.

But there’s something.


Sandy

Loveladies, NJ


I’ve brought out my gloves and scarves. And the new beautiful hat that my son knitted for me. My coat has been cleaned and looks brand new.

By all accounts, I’m ready for winter.

But I’m not.

I’m dreaming of the sandy beaches where I’ve read so many great books, sat quietly admiring the beauty, and played with my family.


Well, hello there.

Photo credit to http://www.proledesign.com/


Life gets busy.

Sometimes priorities shift. More often for me when life get really crazed, the things that drop off my list are things that I love. I muster through and get all the important things done. But do I write my blog? Do I read books? (Well, I do read books, but they take weeks to finish when I read one chapter a day.)

I’m taking the time back. And I’m writing again.

It makes me feel like me.

When I first started blogging, I had lots of stories about my kids. I can’t do that anymore. They’re teenagers and trust me – they don’t want to see cute stories about them on my blog. Seriously.

To get back in the swing of things, I thought I’d pick one thing I really like and write about it.

I like pencils.

Sure, I like a good pen or marker once in a while. But the lack of permanency of writing in pencil is comforting to me. I like that I have to care for my pencils and keep them sharp. (I have an electric sharpener right by my phone. It’s well-used.)

I just counted 18 pencils in my holder. One writes blue, another red. The rest are regular pencils of varying heights. All except 2 have perfect erasers.

That doesn’t mean I don’t erase! I have some beloved erasers in my left desk drawer. My favorite? A kneaded eraser that I’ve had for years. Works great for stress-relief, too.

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll write about my Sharpies. I do love Sharpies.


Why do you work out?

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I saw this today on Pinterest. And it really hit me wrong. I’d love to hear your reaction.


50 lessons and 50 blessings.

What is it about big milestones that make us want to make lists?

I was planning to write about 50 lessons I’ve learned over the years and tell you about 50 blessings in my life.

I’m sure I’ve learned more than 50 things and I can assure you I have more than 50 wonderful things and people in my life.

Instead, I’m going to go all minimalist here.

I’m grateful for all the people who have taught me anything – good or bad.
I’m grateful for the people who love me. And for the people I love. I think there’s a lot of overlap there.
I’m grateful for knowledge. And for being told I’m wrong so I can try harder.
I’m over the moon grateful for my sons. And my husband.
And for the ones who’ve stuck by me no matter what.

I’m thankful for the 9am phone calls. I’m thankful for the peace in my home.
I’m thankful for my work, which I love. And the clients who trust me.

It never occurred to me that I’d be 50 one day.

Crazy, I know.

But here I am.

And I’m grateful for where I’ve been and I can’t wait to see where I go.


Food. Network. And random thought of the day.

What is it with boys and Food Network? It’s on here so often that I have food dreams. Dreams of what to ask Andrew to make.

So I know this is random, but Carnegie and Zagat are pronounced differently than I thought. (heard it on NPR – must be true)

Okay, back to relaxing.

Peace out.


I have to admit.

I spent yesterday baking a cake and Chocolate Caramel Crack for Passover. I made charoset and played Words with Friends (to which I’m really getting hooked, by the way).

And in between, I read Backseat Saints.

You know what? I’ve been so busy, lo these many years, running and doing that I didn’t realize how very, very much I like puttering.

And chilling.

This could be the start of something new.


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