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Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade

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I feel that there are certain things you have to do at least once if you live in New York City, and attending nationally televised events, like the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, is one... READ MORE

Solo Trip to Storm King

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Ever since summer barely officially ended, I’ve been dying to travel out of the concrete jungle to see fall in full bloom. Being from Colorado, I don’t have the chance to see many... READ MORE

The Long PATH to Fishing

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Since I moved to NYC at the end of July, I hadn’t really had the chance to leave the City (unless you count commuting to Jersey City everyday for work or the day... READ MORE

Escape the Room

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While researching for my new “Things I Must Do Before Leaving New York City” bucket list, I came across Escape the Room, listed as the #2 tourist attraction in all of NYC on... READ MORE

Airbnb is the way to go!

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Usually I gravitate toward hotel rooms or hostels when traveling, but I’ve been hearing more and more about airbnb recently, so I decided to give it a shot! A friend helped me find... READ MORE

Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade

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I feel that there are certain things you have to do at least once if you live in New York City, and attending nationally televised events, like the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, is one of them. People fly in from all over the country and book hotel rooms close to the parade route in order to see it, so given that I live five streets away, I really have no excuse.

My plan was to wake up at 6am to secure an optimal front row spot, but I couldn’t help snoozing once…Okay, twice. I cooked and ate a nice warm egg breakfast, donned the long underwear and Goretex layers that I usually reserve for skiing trips, poured myself a bottle of hot water, downloaded a new book to my Kindle, and then set off.

By the time I got to Sixth Ave at 7:20, all of the front row spaces within three blocks were already occupied. I couldn’t find a single piece of empty railing to grab onto, so I had to settle with positioning myself just behind a pole and in between two families that had come early and set up tarps to claim the space. If you can’t spend Thanksgiving with your own family, might as well spend it with a family.

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From then on, it was just a waiting game. About twenty minutes in, I realized it was too cold for Kindle reading (at least with the Kindle Paperwhite, which has a touch screen. I knew I would eventually regret not getting the one with the buttons), I didn’t have headphones, and no one in my phonebook was actually awake for a call. I honestly can’t tell you how I got through the next two hours… to be frank, probably mostly by shivering, eavesdropping on other people’s conversations, and passive-aggressively defending my spot. I did chat with one of the families next to me, who came from Long Island and has been in attendance for the parade for the past 7-8 years (now THAT’S dedication), but I learned that while exploring things on your own is an adventure, waiting alone is no fun at all.

The parade started at 9am, but it took a full 40 minutes for the first wacky rollarblading clowns to wind down Central Park West and reach our stretch of Sixth Ave. I have now seen about 700 more clowns than I have ever cared to see, in all sorts of varieties: dressed like traffic signs, old grannies, graduates in gowns, and much much more. But finally what I was really there to witness, all of the floats!

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And the marching bands, but really, just one or two would have been quite enough.

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I really could have done without this one, which came before the Chinese culture/embassy float (I’m not reeeeally sure why China needs representation on Thanksgiving. And really? Those outfits?)

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There were a host of celebrities too, none of whom I recognized except for Nick Jonas and Idina Menzel (and most of whom I missed entirely because I was distracted by their elaborate floats). But they were all saving their performances for the televised portion near 34th street, so all we saw were the smiles and waves.

Because being in the second row was still not enough to make up for my lack of height, I was basically on tip toe for the entire parade. By 10:37, I was already praying for the parade to end so that I could sit down and remember what it felt like to be warm.

Finally, finally, Santa came about an hour later:

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And just like that, we kicked off Thanksgiving and ushered in Christmas! It is now socially acceptable to play Christmas songs on repeat and have Home Alone marathons, which is what I promptly did as soon as my body temperature returned to normal levels back at my apartment.

Next year (and for every year after that) I think I will watch the parade on TV, with the option to plop my butt down into a warm, comfy seat. The broadcast also gives you the best views, which no amount of physical strain or waiting in the cold would have given me at the parade in person.

Still, going to the parade is just one of those items on the bucket list that you have to cross off, just once in your life…but now I’m seriously reconsidering watching the ball drop on New Year’s Eve in Times Square. Maybe there are certain things that you should never attempt, not even once.

Solo Trip to Storm King

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Ever since summer barely officially ended, I’ve been dying to travel out of the concrete jungle to see fall in full bloom. Being from Colorado, I don’t have the chance to see many deciduous trees (okay, that’s a bit of a lie…we have a city named Aspen for a reason. But on the whole, there are more coniferous pines. And then just plain desert), so I figured I had to go and see the leaves change in upstate New York.

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None of the other weekends in October worked out, but the leaves are rapidly changing and sliding past peak, so I knew I had to go this past weekend or not at all. Unfortunately, renting a car in Manhattan starts from $200/day and only goes up. But a coworker recommended Storm King, an open-air sculpture museum located an hour and a half upstate and which I could travel to and from with a mere $46 bus ticket. Perfect!

The only problem was that I couldn’t find anyone to go with me. Being the busy New Yorkers we all are, it was impossible to find someone with an entire Saturday free. But companion or not, I was going to go, damn it. At that point, the casual desire to see some pretty leaves had turned into a metaphor for living out my life. What if I just keep saying, “Yeah, it’d be nice, but oh well. Next year” to everything??

Nuh uh. I was going to get my leaves!

And to be honest, I really don’t mind traveling alone…my main source of consternation was that there would be no one to take pictures of me. There, yup. I admit it.

Learning from my previous public transport fiasco, I left a full 30 minutes earlier than necessary to catch my 10am bus. Good thing, too, because Short Line Bus company should be sued for false advertising. What is the point of buying tickets online if you must line up at the ticket window anyway to exchange the online confirmation for physical tickets? And of course I picked the line that took 20 minutes longer than the others, because it was staffed by a woman moved like a glacier, inexplicably took a 10 minute break, and seemed incapable of counting out the $84 given to her by the pair in front of me (thank goodness she didn’t have to give them any change – mixing subtraction with addition could have resulted in another 5 minute delay).

It was quite a relief to finally get on the bus. I found a nice window seat, but gave it up so that a couple who boarded the bus later on could sit together. I figured I could use some good karma after all of the negativity of the morning.

And that is how I met my spontaneous companion for the day, another girl who wanted an adventure and couldn’t find anyone to go with. It was meant to be! And most importantly, the photography problem was solved. ;)

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Storm King is basically a well-curated forest (or maybe Central Park without the crowds and the backdrop of Manhattan’s skyline), peppered with massive abstract statues. It’s big enough that you have to trek a bit to get to the things you want to see, but small enough that you can cover the entire park at a leisurely pace on foot.

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I couldn’t have asked for a better day trip or a more beautiful fall day. So there’s the lesson: if you want to do something, even if you have to do it solo, make it happen! Companionship and fun memories will come.

The Long PATH to Fishing

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Since I moved to NYC at the end of July, I hadn’t really had the chance to leave the City (unless you count commuting to Jersey City everyday for work or the day trip to Edison to pick up the last of my university stuff). So I was super excited about my company’s annual fishing trip out around Sandy Hook Bay on a chartered boat, the Misty Morn!

I went on the same fishing trip last year and had a blast, but there were a few things that I was determined to do differently this year:

  1. Arrive at the designated pick-up spot on time. Last year, when I made my way from SoHo to Jersey City, I didn’t realize that the PATH train’s weekend schedule was one train every half hour. I just missed the train, and as a result spent an excruciating half hour in the World Trade Center station and caused the boat to set sail 45 minutes late. Nobody blamed me, but I swore on the powers that be that I would not repeat the experience.
  2. Catch a keeper. Even though I caught a few flukes (flounders) last year, none of them were the required 17″, so they were all thrown back in the water. But this year I had all the seasonings prepared, so I was counting on bringing a fish home!
  3. Dress appropriately. Last year, I naively wore a white shirt. Shortly after, I decided that it was just about time to get rid of said shirt.

When preparing to make the trek to Harrison to get picked up this year, I drew from the lessons I learned the year prior. First, I actually looked up the PATH schedule online (imagine that, I know), and second, I aimed for the train BEFORE the one that I actually had to take, so that I would have a fall-back just in case. All set.

The morning of, I woke up at 4:30, had a quick hearty breakfast, left the apartment at 5:10, and made it to the 33rd Street PATH station at 5:30, with 10 minutes to spare. All according to plan! Except the 5:40 train never showed up. And then the 6:00 train was delayed by 7 minutes, causing me to miss the 6:31 connection to Harrison (sure, THAT train runs on time). Instead, I had to take the 7:06, which subsequently was delayed for another 10 minutes while we waited for another train to pass. All told, I arrived at 7:25 instead of 6:40. And the boat set sail, again, 40 minutes late.

DAMN IT.

The EXACT situation that I had taken such great pains to avoid. I literally have nightmares of being late – in one vivid dream, I missed a Taekwondo tournament because I took two hours to change into my uniform pants, and in countless dreams, I’ve been delayed on my way to meet people and only get there when everything is over and the everyone is gone. This was a living nightmare, and waking up at 4:30 in the morning (unnecessarily, apparently) didn’t improve the situation.

In any case, we got there, and just like last year, the fishing itself was a blast! Even though I miserably failed my first goal, I did manage to catch three keepers! (and a few that definitely weren’t):

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The mates of the boat that we chartered graciously filleted our fish for us (in addition to helping complete newbies like me unhook our catches and untangle ourselves from each other), but after witnessing a 18″ sea bass reduced to two 4.5″ flaps of meat, I decided to take my catches (two sea bass and one porgy) home whole to clean and treat them myself.

I had, however, definitely underestimated the difficulty and general unpleasantness of a two-hour ride on the subways with a sack of fresh fish. Even though I stole some ice from the coolers and then triple-bagged the goods, it didn’t take long for fish juice (maybe it could just be melted ice? Nope, unfortunately, very definitely fish juice) to start leaking. On the PATH train, a little puddle of it formed by the bag between my feet, and the juice flowed out in all directions as the train moved. People threw me alarmed and disgusted looks, but at that point, I was so tired that I had reached a state of transcendence and couldn’t be moved to care. Take THAT, PATH.

For the rest of the ride, though, I found the makeshift solution of taking off my sweater and wrapping it around the bag to soak up all the leakage. It was either that, or dribble fish juice all the way from Hoboken to Manhattan. So there I was, carrying a sack of fish and ice, all wrapped up in a wet sweater. And reeking of fish, to boot. I bet I was everyone’s favorite fellow passenger.

But at least I had this to show for my efforts!

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Three fish, as fresh as can be (perhaps just slightly fresher without the two-hour train ride), and a cold. What with waking up early, enduring two hours of intense stress, and standing in the chilly wind on the boat, my body simply couldn’t keep up.

But what more could you ask for than an (infuriatingly) interesting story and a delicious meal? Still, I might sit the trip out next year…and the rest of the boat would probably thank me for it.

Escape the Room

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While researching for my new “Things I Must Do Before Leaving New York City” bucket list, I came across Escape the Room, listed as the #2 tourist attraction in all of NYC on trip advisor (#1, “Beautiful – The Carole King Musical,” seemed just a liiiittle out of my general field of interest). It beats out the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, Times Square, the Highline, the Manhattan Skyline, and everything on Broadway (except, indeed, Beautiful – The Carole King Musical). With such a ridiculous standing, of course it shot to the top of the list!

It was quite an exercise just to book a reservation, since there are multiple rooms and scenarios, and each calls for an exact number of people. You can choose to be locked up in an office, a standard NYC apartment, a Victorian home, a theater, or a top secret agency. In all cases, you only have an hour to solve all of the clues and escape, and there is a monitor in the room that counts down your remaining time and occasionally prompts you with clues.

I chose the Victorian home, which called for 6 players and was reputed to be easier. I had to book a slot a month out in order to secure all 6 spots, because otherwise we would have been put in a group with strangers – not optimal for teamwork and strategizing.

Well, in the end we apparently didn’t have enough teamwork and strategy anyway…

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We were actually SO CLOSE… We had the safe containing the key to the room in our hands, and we were just missing the hints to figure out the final combination. All we could do was watch as the clock ticked its way to 0:00. I think we tried to be content and focus on the fun instead of feeling disappointed, but let’s be honest, we were (at least I was. When we told the doorman that we didn’t make it when we left, he remarked, “Oh, that’s why you all look so sad!”, so I don’t think it was just me). For a good 15 minutes after we were let out, we were still pumped with adrenaline, intensely alert and hyper-aware of our surroundings.

Regardless of our failure and fictional death by confinement, it was a fantastic experience! I would say it lived up to the hype, and the brilliant people who designed the experience deserve mad props indeed.

Now that I’ve been through the experience once, these are some tips and pointers that I picked up (I’ll do my best not to get into specifics or let anything slip):

  1. In the search for clues, be careful of messing up the original state of the room or order of artifacts
  2. Not everything in the room is useful, some of it can be distracting
  3. Check things thoroughly, something that looks out of place may be there for a reason
  4. Don’t leave any potential leads unexplored; if it looks like it might do something, it just may
  5. If you have a tool, use it. And try many different, bizarre ways. Try pairing it with anything else you have
  6. Communication is essential so that you don’t waste time rediscovering clues, each time you come across something or have potential insight, share it with everyone else on the team

There, I don’t think I leaked anything top-secret. Off to book another room until I WIN…maybe and then some!

Lesson of the Day #7: Try weird combinations

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I’m a big fan of 2-ingredient recipes. My cooking is usually as follows:

Pick a protein:

  • Eggs
  • Beef
  • Pork
  • Lamb
  • Sausage
  • Chicken

Pick a vegetable:

  • Tomatoes
  • Green peppers
  • Carrots
  • Celery
  • Cauliflower
  • Onions

 

 

Chop into pieces, cook with oil/butter, add salt/soy sauce, and voila!

Very simple, and also very conservative. Some combinations go together better than others (eggs + tomatoes, beef + onions, lamb + carrots, chicken + celery), but you basically can’t go wrong. It won’t result in the tastiest meal on the planet, but it’s guaranteed to be a well-balanced meal that won’t raise alarm.

I’ve been following this system for years, buying the exact same groceries every week. But I came across a Blogilates recipe for banana + egg pancakes, and figured that I’d switch up the routine. Just two ingredients? Done, I had to try it.

I have to admit, I had misgivings. Even my roommate who, on the same night, experimented with adding broccoli to her mashed potatoes (which actually came out to be quite tasty! But I suspect that most of the credit goes to the butter), thought it was weird. I double-checked the recipe to see if I might be missing something – salt or sugar, perhaps? But nope, truly just two ingredients. Well, and butter for the pan.

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Lo and behold, it was actually delicious! It tasted exactly like what you would imagine eggs and bananas would taste like: eggs and bananas. But they compliment each other in an unexpected way, and the beaten eggs combine with the mushy banana to create a foamy sort of texture that melts in your mouth. I can’t do it justice, it was great. You’ll just have to try it!

My pancake-flipping skills leave a lot to be desired – despite my best efforts, everything I cook turns into stir fry – so here’s a picture of the uncooked pancakes. The finished product looked like this with slightly more brown, I’ll just have to leave it to your imagination.

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All in all, a successful trial! I’m inspired to broaden my lists. Who knows what might be next? Tofu + eggplant, chicken + nuts, peanut butter + carrots? I’m willing to try it, even if it sounds weird – as long as it’s just two ingredients.

30 Day Challenge: An exercise of faith (Day 35)

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Previous reports:

30 Day Challenge: An exercise of faith (Day 1)
30 Day Challenge: An exercise of faith (Day 26)

The thirty (five) days are up, and the challenge results are in!

To be completely honest, I don’t know if the “vibrations of the ether” picked up on my attempts to call upon them, and if my subconscious took note of my self-administered subliminal messaging, I’m certainly not consciously aware of it.

There weren’t any sudden epiphanies or great breakthroughs (though one of the sentences that I repeated was “I am an authority on UX,” and a few weeks into the challenge, someone new joined our department as a freelancer, so I’m no longer the most junior person on the team! COINCIDENCE?), and I can’t deny that I was hoping for at least somewhat more exciting results. But that’s also my fault for not taking it as seriously as I should have, because I admit that I spent more time poking fun at the exaggerated ideas in Think and Grow Rich than actually trying to absorb my own messages.

I DID faithfully repeat the lines describing the person that I intend to become twice a day, once upon waking up and once before going to bed. But I guess the biggest lesson that I gleaned was that merely doing is not enough. In order for far off goals to be reached and for risks to be worth taking, you need a little something extra besides just going through all the right motions.

A little something called faith. What an aptly-named challenge! And I suppose this means that I failed…I do sometimes lack faith, whether it’s in new ideas proposed, in the greater good, or, most often, in myself.

But the benefit of this exercise is that it’s helped me to see how strong the power of faith truly is. Charles Duhigg touches on this in The Power of Habit as well. To truly change or develop a new habit, the belief that one can change is an essential element. When it came to whether alcoholics could successfully permanently change their habit of drinking, “belief was the ingredient that made a reworked habit loop into a permanent behavior.” So for future challenges in life, work, or of my own design, I will strive to cultivate faith and embed it in the process.

In any case, even if the only noticeable change that resulted from the last month is that I now have positively reinforcing statements plastered on my wall, that’s still an improvement! I actually feel a bit funny now if I lie down for bed without saying my mini-mantras. I’m not sure if that’s necessarily a good thing…but hey, I’ll try having some faith.

 

30 Day Challenge: An exercise of faith (Day 26)

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My original intention for setting up 30 Day Challenges was to try something new and report on it as the process goes along…clearly, I haven’t been doing that great a job of it. But Day 26 is still before Day 30, better late than never!

As a little refresher, the challenge is to turn into the person that I intend to become by repeating the qualities of my ideal self to myself. With enough repetition, they will enter my subconscious and automatically manifest physically, as per the mantra:

“I realize that the dominating thoughts of my mind will eventually reproduce themselves in outward, physical action, and gradually transform themselves into physical reality, therefore, I will concentrate my thoughts for thirty minutes [twice] daily, upon the task of thinking of the person I intend to become, thereby creating in my mind a clear mental picture of that person.” – Napoleon Hill, Think and Grow Rich

Click here for more explanation: 30 Day Challenge: An exercise of faith (Day 1)

I’ve stuck with this challenge fairly well, repeating my “BURNING DESIRES” almost every morning and every night. Honestly, I don’t know if I have enough oomph or the right “FAITH” that Napoleon Hill describes (mostly because I’m still not quite sure what it is), since I kind of half-heartedly repeat the phrases to myself as I make my bed in the morning or brush my teeth at night. But the words were said!


I am a strong, attractive woman
I am an authority on UX
I am a capable leader
People listen to me
I inspire


 

I also finally wrote them down and put them up on the wall, which apparently is an essential step for actually attracting “the vibrations of the ether”….Oops.

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Somehow taking these phrases, which I feel are more magnets for judgement than the “vibrations of the ether,” and sticking them on the wall of my room (which barely anyone except me enters) makes me more self conscious than posting them online. Maybe there really is something magical about writing things down. Or maybe this is more of a commentary about detachment on the web and oversharing online…

Either way, I don’t think I’m taking the process as seriously as I should be to get the results that Napoleon Hill espoused. My faith in the book and the author started declining as I read further, because the book started getting preeeeetty weird. For example, a later chapter claims (emphasis not added),

“Sex energy is the creative energy of all genii. There has never been, and never will be a great leader, builder, or artist lacking in this driving force of sex.”

Not that I necessarily dispute that claim, but you see what I mean. Weird.

have noticed, though, that I am now much more comfortable with these words, after so much repetition. They roll off the tongue much more smoothly than they did a few weeks ago. More comfortable with the words -> more comfortable with the thoughts -> eventual reality. Or so I hope!

A few days left, but maybe I am getting somewhere. Somewhat slowly, but hopefully surely!

30 Day Challenge: An exercise of faith (Day 35)

Cockroach Chase

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Ever since I watched Divergent, I’ve been casually contemplating what would be in my Fear Landscape (a serum-induced simulation in which you confront your deepest fears). Considering that I can’t stand even the most basic horror movies, probably a lot. But one thing which I’m pretty certain would appear is a swarm of cockroaches.

So far, this nightmare has not even come close to being a reality, thank goodness. I do flush the occasional 1 cm-long cockroach down the kitchen sink, but they’re so small that they’re relatively unthreatening.

Last week, though, I had my first encounter with one of their 2 inch-long cousins. I saw it scurry across the living room floor and into the supply closet out of the corner of my eye, and, with begrudging courage, decided to track it down. I opened the closet and shook out the two rolled yoga mats that were on the floor – nothing. Perplexed but extremely relieved, I shook them out again for good measure. SUCH REGRET. The cockroach popped over the top of the roll, crawled over my hand, and made a beeline straight for the crack under my bedroom door.

OHHELLNO.

I heard before that you should never crush cockroaches, because they have egg sacks on their backs, and crushing them releases little cockroach babies into the air. I also heard that cockroaches leave a trail of pheromones everywhere they go, and crushing them releases a huge pool of pheromones that will attract even more cockroaches to that exact spot. The first is most likely false, but the second just may be true… in any case, the thought of crushing cockroaches is exactly why I hate them so much in the first place, because I imagine the CRUNCH and the guts and the–

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One of my roommates mentioned killing cockroaches with Windex before, which seemed like the best non-crushing option on short notice. So I grabbed a bottle of Windex and went to town. Below is the trail that the cockroach took and roughly the number of Windex sprays that I unleashed, represented in blue dots.

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Turns out, I don’t think Windex actually works that well. The cockroach certainly wasn’t happy, but it just continued to scurry around while I chased it and emptied half the bottle. Eventually, I think it kind of just drowned in a pool of Windex. Anticlimactic (and pretty cruel, but honestly better than other scenarios I can imagine). I’m wondering if simple water would work just as well, because inhaling Windex fumes all night was probably not all that much better than smelling a bit of Raid.

But I did it, I CONQUERED MY FIRST COCKROACH!

…And the next morning, I saw another one that was just as big crawl up the wall behind the stove. Unfortunately, it zipped out of sight before I could take any action.

Being in New York City, encountering a swarm of cockroaches might be closer to becoming a reality than I would like… but before the next battle comes, I’m going to savor my one, Windex-soaked victory.

Donning the Blue Apron

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Since I resolutely bring my own lunch in to work everyday, my coworkers recommended Blue Apron, a service which delivers recipes and fresh ingredients to your door every week. All you have to do is prepare the ingredients and cook them, and voilà, 6 meals for $60. My manager invited me to try a free box (props for an effective marketing strategy, Blue Apron), so I decided to try it.

Waiting for the box to come and finding it on your doorstep is like anticipating Christmas presents and finally holding them in your hands on Christmas morning.

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Meal 1: Seared Salmon and Tomato Chutney


My usual meals consist of (1) a meat, (2) a vegetable, (3) butter, and (4) salt/soy sauce, so I was excited to work with more than four (and sometimes only three) ingredients! But one advantage of having very few ingredients is that they don’t take up too much space… the counter below comprises approximately 60% of the total counter space in my kitchen. The struggles of living in NYC…

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I appreciate that everything is very clearly labeled. I probably could have deduced that cranberry beans were the cranberry-colored beans, but this greatly reduces the potential for customer error (though it’s never truly eliminated).

After a full hour of battling to cram things on every available surface and standing in a sweltering hot, un-air conditioned kitchen, that great opening-a-Christmas-present feeling admittedly faded a bit. But I’m quite pleased with the final result:

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It doesn’t look quite like the picture on the recipe (presentation was never my forte, because I’m still just moving past the basic requirement of edibility), but you have to admit, mine is more colorful! And it was indeed a delicious meal. However, it was 10x more complex than my usual meals, and I don’t know if it was 10x more delicious…the jury’s still out on this one.

30 Day Challenge: An exercise of faith (Day 1)

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I got a Kindle to make my commute to and from work more bearable, and I just exited out of The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (I discovered that fantasy is not really my thing, though I made it 71% of the way through the book, so I did at least attempt to catch up with popular culture) in favor of Napoleon Hill’s Think and Grow Rich. It’s high on the list of personal development books, and what’s not to like about the title?

As far as I can tell thus far, it advocates the power of having the BURNING DESIRE to achieve a goal and the FAITH that it can be accomplished, for this combination will form “A ‘MAGNETIC’ FORCE WHICH ATTRACTS, FROM THE VIBRATIONS OF THE ETHER,” the people, events, and chances that will help you achieve that goal. That’s a direct quote, emphasis not added (I’m using it a bit out of context, but I just couldn’t resist “the vibrations of the ether”). The book reads a like a spirited sermon delivered in shouts, with spittle flying in your face.

The fundamental idea is not unique though, as it appears in The Secret and The Alchemist, among many other works, I’m sure. Basically, “When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it” (The Alchemist).

One of the steps toward bending the universe to your will is, according to Napoleon Hill’s SELFCONFIDENCE FORMULA,

“I realize that the dominating thoughts of my mind will eventually reproduce themselves in outward, physical action, and gradually transform themselves into physical reality, therefore, I will concentrate my thoughts for thirty minutes daily, upon the task of thinking of the person I intend to become, thereby creating in my mind a clear mental picture of that person.”

I don’t know about committing thirty minutes daily, but I do want to do my own little experiment! So for thirty days, I will remind myself, upon waking up and upon going to bed, of the person I intend to become:


I am a strong, attractive woman
I am an authority on UX
I am a capable leader
People listen to me
I inspire


Now it’s out in the open and a target has been set. There’s nowhere to go but forward!

30 Day Challenge: An exercise of faith (Day 26)
30 Day Challenge: An exercise of faith (Day 35)

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