My phone buzzed. I woke up and reluctantly reached over to view a newly received text message.
Plz cll l8tr gpa hagd ilu.

I followed through on canceling cable television service yesterday, but my provider didn’t make it easy. Ladies and gents, I am officially cable TV free after barreling through a forty-five minute conversation with ‘Dan’ who tried his best to divert me from this goal (and quite possibly took it as a mission to save my soul).
The customer service representative was distraught when he learned my intentions.
Posted in Finances, Good Days, Technology, The Meaning of it All
Tagged Blu-ray, Budget, Cable, Downgrade, HuluPlus, Netflix, Online streaming services, Save money, Television
I’ve been a busy little blogger. The summer heat is to thank (or blame), but expect more personal content here, while I write for other websites (see the Contributing Writer section to your right) including BlogCritics, Girlhack, and Technorati.
The goal is to write at least two posts per day now that my summer course ended, but we’ll see if it pans out. Assume that I am melting in front of a smoking air conditioner if dust starts to collect here. I hope to stay true to myself, though my interests will pull me in different directions. Writing reviews, articles, and news blurbs will be a positive distraction, but I cannot forget to stay self-aware and introspective. It’s easy to lose oneself in that atmosphere.
Trust that I’ll have a lot of whining and chaos to discuss once I’m officially done with post-graduate studies this December too. It’s a given that I’ll lapse into an identity crisis. Remember, I’m a professional student. This will be the first time since I was three years old that I’m not enrolled in some type of class.

Ponder that for a bit while I show off my latest disgrace – yes, ladies and gents, Chi Speak has an official Facebook page. I’m going to work off my guilt by temporarily turning off the Internet. Ciao!
Posted in Future Aspirations, Good Days, Technology
Tagged facebook, summer, writing block
Admittedly, I’m way behind in reviewing this little gem, but that’s because I only started using AIM Express last week during a very boring presentation with an equally dismissive online component.
I remember my excitement as a little girl when AOL was a behemoth and spawned the separate, downloadable instant messenger. My enthusiasm was primarily because this event enabled AOL users to connect with other dial-up users who were simply not cool enough to subscribe to its more pricey Internet services. My family used Juno instead, and all of my friends were doing awesome things like chatting with each other, probably talking in chatrooms that would have their parents hollering, and playing Slingo.
Yet, Juno’s main perk was that there wasn’t a creepy voiceover that announced whether I received e-mail or not since my last login. It did, however, need an annoying top-frame navigation bar that dominated everything else on the screen. If one closed that sucker down, even accidentally, then the connection dropped. And boy, the connection dropped often in my household while someone my father was getting the hang of it. He typically reacted like all the angels lost their wings simultaneously when this happened since it took a year and a half or so to reconnect with dial-up.
Anyway, AIM was the first way I chatted with other people online, but I forlornly noticed my buddy list dwindling as the years passed - many friends, family members, and professional acquaintances seem to believe that AIM is and has been on its way out and left the service for popular programs like Skype, Windows Live Messenger, iChat, Google Chat, and ooVoo. Still, I use it in my daily life with reliable stability, and its features were recently revamped to create an engaging experience with social media that may attract some new users.
Back in the late 90′s, AOL launched AIM Quick Buddy, which is AIM Express’s crotchety ancestor. It functioned well and was innovative, but similar to Juno, required one to keep a browser window open to keep the applet running. Its fancy great-nephew, AIM Express, is still a pop-up instant messenger, but flashy. It especially shines when one uses a public computer, and like its great-uncle, packs some impressive punches in utility and design. I hope this post will generate some buzz and encourages you to try it the next time you’re procrastinating in your university’s library or if your phone service temporarily crashes and you’re dying to change your Facebook status to, “WTF?! My phone died! Fail!”

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The Awesome:
The Not:
It’s a weekly habit to check for application updates for my iPod Touch 4th gen., but I was especially eager to do so when WordPress announced its improved iOS app (v2.8).



The interface is very sleek and loads up quickly, and v2.8 features several improvements from its predecessor, namely the incorporation of statistics, complete with page views and referral links, ‘pull down’ updates, and a new ‘Quick Photo’ upload option.



The ability to save drafts offline is a nice one, especially since my iPod is wi-fi compatible and not on a constant 3G network.
The edit/delete abilities are intuitive – simply slide your finger to the left and a red ‘delete’ button appears. However, posts saved online may override those offline and sometimes false page drafts will show up (I accidentally deleted my Contact page) that inexplicably disappear when the screen refreshes.
A drawback is that the average user (who is not familiar with HTML) may not appreciate the lack of a visual processor toolbar. Additionally, there is no log off mechanism.



Overall, the app is pleasing, but I give it 3.75 out of 5 stars because it crashed while I was trying to send the first test post, and well, isn’t posting the primary reason for using it?
Still, it’s performing better than v2.7.2 right now.
There are still some instability issues, but it remains a free app, which is a golden attribute in an age of open source publishing options.
I would be willing to buy a less buggy one if made available.
Would you?
I was sitting with my grandfather trying to explain the nuances of The Matrix: Reloaded on Saturday, while Harold Camping was probably shuffling through the piles of monetary donations covering his floors.
He often watches programs and films he doesn’t quite comprehend, but that’s because his first language is Italian and he observes old country, conservative values. Nonno (‘grandfather’ in Italian) uses television for background noise, mostly, keeping the volume high enough to not feel too alone and low enough not to disrupt him from his inner-musings. He watches television to pass the time, gardens in the warm seasons, and visits my grandmother’s grave once per day, ad infinitum, all year round. We stick to that routine when I visit with the only variable being my presence. It’s comfortable that way.
“Chi l’è?” Nonno asked, pointing to an intense-looking Keanu Reeves, staring at Monica Bellucci with a blank expression.
“He is Neo,” I said, watching my grandfather trying to process that name. He smirked, as though to say that is a really dumb name. I couldn’t really argue with him on that silent point either.
“He’s like Jesus, but inside a computer world, Grandpa,” I tried to clarify, struggling to find words that would help an 85-year-old Catholic understand better.
He laughed quietly as Persephone propositioned Neo for a kiss, in front of a murderous Trinity.
“He won’t kiss her,” my grandpa said confidently.
His eyes widened as the opposite happened, and he huffed, “But what about the other girl? The one with the short hair?”
I explained, “He wants a secret that she knows about the bad guy, but she won’t give it to him unless he kisses her.”
As the kiss deepened between the characters, my grandfather coughed slightly and averted his gaze, looked at me with an embarrassed pink tinge to his cheeks, shrugged, and turned back to the television. I laughed.
The château fighting scene began to unfold after Morpheus, Trinity, and Neo recovered the Keymaker. I was excited, knowing this scene would engage him.
“All those bullets, and he didn’t die!” my grandpa jovially observed, watching with rapt attention as Neo demonstrated his flying, acrobatic martial arts skills.
“He killed the girl?” my grandpa asked as Neo took out a villain with short hair.
“No, she escaped before,” I replied, “She’s okay.”
“Oh,” he responded, the left side of his mouth turning downward in a concentrated frown.
His smile brightened as the camera panned out to show all of the crumpled opponents and a victorious Neo, “Wow! He killed all of those men!”
We sat for awhile longer, commenting back and forth on the movie until Neo flew through the air off the mountain balcony.
Grandpa helped refresh my appreciation for the film’s character dynamics and plot development, and I hope he enjoyed our time together too. It certainly provided me with a treasured memory for the future.
I received the following e-mail from WordPress.com. The idea to provide this to bloggers is pretty nifty – thanks! I will do my best to post more often…although I can’t say that similar topics will be discussed. I don’t blog to up visitation numbers, and I do not profit monetarily from this site in any way.
The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads This blog is on fire!.
A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 2,900 times in 2010. That’s about 7 full 747s.
In 2010, there were 65 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 363 posts. There were 28 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 9mb. That’s about 2 pictures per month.
The busiest day of the year was January 5th with 130 views. The most popular post that day was Gung Hei Fat Choy.
The top referring sites in 2010 were mystufie.co.cc, medeasmemoirs.com, digg.com, twitter.com, and longstoriesshort.blogspot.com.
Some visitors came searching, mostly for sandworm, autobiography in five short chapters, autobiography in five short chapters meaning, amy gerstler siren, and siren amy gerstler.
These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.
Gung Hei Fat Choy January 2009
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sandworm ring June 2009
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson April 2010
Amy Gerstler’s “Siren” October 2006
About March 2008
“We are about two miles from the arena,” I rattled off to my cousin, who was driving us to a favorite rock band’s concert.
He nodded and gave a good-natured smile, turning up the volume on his sound system.
We spoke about the plague of instant gratification in our generation, narcissism, divorce, and women’s rights. The sky was light blue, melding into a deep, ripe orange on the horizon. He growled in frustration as a few cars weaved in and out, conveniently forgetting their turn signals as they zipped this way and that.
“Turn right, over here.”
“Exit in 0.3 miles!” chirped the gps navigation system on my phone. It was a reliable little piece of software, if not expensive ($2.99 for two weeks, as opposed to $9.99 for a monthly subscription), and we trusted it at the time.
“Turn right and stay in the right lane!” ordered the gps.
We did so, but the turn seemed up on the left.
“You have reached your destination!” declared the gps triumphantly.
Umm…no. We did not.
“Try going around the block, we must have missed it,” I suggested. We turned, looked around, while the gps muttered, “recalculating route!”
“Go straight ahead” (for two miles). I stared at it perplexed and my cousin shook his head, “You’re killing me, here.”
We turned around in a one-way bus park & ride depot and asked one of the parking attendants in a private lot, “Excuse me, how do we get to this parking garage?” I asked, motioning toward our pre-paid parking receipt.
“No idea,” said the guy with a shrug, walking away. This repeated a couple of times.
“Recalculating route!” the gps said. We ignored it.
My cousin saw another attendant across the road who was a bit more insightful. Unfortunately, we were facing in the opposite direction across a six-lane road. Pulling a James Bond move, my cousin steered us back into compliance with the law and we eventually found the road, among cackles of “recalculating route!”
“Shut up, machine!” my cousin muttered toward the gps. My battery decreased by a bar. I apologized to it, and turned my phone off. You read correctly – off.
We successfully parked, having found our way through interaction with other human beings, technological navigation tools completely nixed out of the picture. It felt good, natural.
Posted in Good Days, Technology
Tagged bad directions, generation issues, getting lost, narcissism, wrong turns
“I have a dragon!!!” he exclaimed. “Oh?” I asked in a way that bordered between ‘Tell me more’ and ‘That’s nice, I’m studying.’ “Yes! But it was sad before. I wanted to know whether it could be killed.” “And?” I asked in much the same manner. “Well, I kept hitting it with my weapon, and it fell. And died.” “Makes sense,” I murmered. “Yes, but the horse doesn’t die when you hit it. It just gets knocked unconscious for awhile.” “So you hit these poor animated creatures often enough to figure this stuff out?” I questioned. Silence.
Posted in Humor, Love and Relationships, Technology
Tagged dragon, Oblivion, video game
The stairs were an uphill struggle. So many of them. But he met me in the desolate, dark street, steering us away from the threat of a frightened skunk staring at us with its dark marble eyes.
Protecting me from the unknown dangers that partly exist in the horrific nightmares of the soul and daggers in jacket pockets concealed from the exposure of street lights and moon.
“I am the champion,” he gleamed as we continued to climb.
“Of?” I ventured, slightly preoccupied with the thought of research and the haphazard annoyance of APA format.
“The world! I completed all of the quests.”
“Now what will you do?” I teased, imagining our curled, happy forms watching rented movies or perhaps discussing the private details of our professional days, hands entwined.
“I have two expansion packs to install! With more quests! Another complete world with more adventures!” he answered.
My visions dissipated without bitterness, but defeat that should have been divined from the very start of our conversation.
Posted in Humor, Love and Relationships, Technology
Tagged gamer, Oblivion, video games