An Irish Woman

One of my mom’s most adorable habits is the saving and mailing of clippings. Anytime she finds an article, a comic, a quote or a photo that makes her think of someone, she cuts it out and sends it to them. Usually she’ll write a little note on the clipping, like “Isn’t this great? Love you!” or “FYenjoyment.” Sometimes when she sends serious or heavy material, she seems to worry that she’s overstepping her bounds, so her notes will say “Take what you like and leave the rest.” or “A little hokey, but I liked the part about personal responsibility.” Sometimes these clippings make it onto my fridge or into a box of keepsakes under my bed, but even if they go into the recycling bin, they still make my day.

When I was cleaning today, I found a magazine my mom sent me months ago. I flipped through it and a couple clippings fell out. They must be at least 8 months old, because one of them was this obituary, cut out of the Missoula newspaper. My mom’s scribbled message at the top says, “This is the best obit I ever read! Too bad I didn’t know her.”

In case you don’t feel like reading the whole thing, here are some of my favorite parts:

“In an obituary, you generally give the timeline of a person’s life through a list of dates and geographic locations where they spent time. Grandma Fran represents the end of an era. She represents the end of a long cultural and family journey which begins in Ireland and ends in America and this type of ending must be marked with a large sound so that the descendants have the great comfort to remember who they are and where they came from and the ties that bind them. This type of death cannot be summed up in linear dates; it must be understood in the abstract chaos of the Irish.”

“She loved humor, blood relatives, canned food, the Democratic Party, and the sense that you’d better enjoy the moment due to the inevitability of bad luck showing its face. She detested the royal family, corporate greed and Republican dogma.”

“Grandma Fran had in her long life moments of great strength. She gathered the strength to leave her husband to protect her children during a period of time when women could not leave or support themselves.”

“Grandma Fran had in her long life moments of great blessing… Of all the blessings that she experienced in her long life, none were as important to her as her family.”

What an incredible woman.  I agree, mom – too bad we didn’t know her.

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My Dad

To the man who taught me
how to shoot a basketball,
to appreciate the French language,
and to remember quotes I loved;

To the man who taught me
never to let the facts get in the way of a good story,
the importance of family,
and to embrace the fun and spontaneity of life;

To the man who instilled in me a love for
New York Times crossword puzzles,
musicals,
and afternoon naps;

To the man who taught me to appreciate
good design and gadgetry,
pilsner beers,
and a good joke;

Happy Fathers’ Day. Je t’aime, Papa.

Pete, Mego and Dad. Summer 2006.

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The Great Urban Race

This Saturday, Galen and I are doing the Great Urban Race in Portland. All we really know is that it’s a scavenger hunt around town that can take each team of two anywhere from 1.5 – 5 hours to complete. Apparently you take photos of each clue’s solution with your digital camera and then your shots are judged at the end…

But the really important part is that there are prizes for the best costumes.

So, Internet, I’m asking for your help. What should we be? In case you want to play off our appearances, you should know that we are two tall and awkward, very pale people, one man with an amazing beard and one girl with short brown hair. So far, the best option we have came from Galen’s sister, who recommended we be the Rural Jurors, but we’re not really sure what those costumes would look like. Other suggestions include a tree and a lumberjack (Galen’s idea – but he, the man who is actually a lumberjack, wants to be the tree) and Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac (my idea, but I couldn’t think of any good costumes to go with it). Basically, we’re not totally sold on any of these yet, so please. Tell me your great idea. The winner will get something awesome. Maybe a trophy. Or a cookie. We’ll work it out.

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Don’t Ask Don’t Tell

Reason # 231 we should repeal Don’t Ask Don’t Tell:

All I’m saying is that if the armed services were a little more welcoming of “the gays,” it wouldn’t have taken almost nine years for the troops in Afghanistan to come up with the idea of lip-syncing, recording and releasing a music video online.  Plus, the rooms in the background would probably be cleaner.  At least, that’s been my experience.

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Talkin’ ‘Bout My Generation

Over the past year or so, I have heard my generation (Generation Y, the Millennial Generation, whatever you want to call it) characterized in many ways.  We are the generation who:

  • Expects an award just for showing up
  • Is incapable of hard work
  • Is unwilling to put in long hours to gain the respect of coworkers and superiors
  • Changes jobs every two years
  • Is totally internet and tech-savvy
  • Lives with their parents longer
  • “Fails to launch” – puts off growing up as long as possible
  • Wants to work to live, not live to work
  • Doesn’t understand why they can’t wear flip-flops to work

Are these based on real-life examples?  Probably.  Are some of them true of me?  Of course.  (Some other day I’ll support the stereotype by ranting about my incredible hatred for office dress codes).  Are they all negative traits?  I don’t think so.  But they are, overall, negative.

And again, this past week, I was at a conference where generational marketing was the topic of discussion.  And again, I had to listen to a baby boomer tell me about how Generation Y has no brand loyalty and expects total transparency from organizations because they don’t trust them.  At least this time, the presenter acknowledged that some of this was due to age (for instance, how many twentysomethings can afford to be loyal donors or have any brand loyalty?).

But honestly, I’m a little tired of it.  I know for a fact there are kids my age who suffer from all of these traits, but we aren’t all like that. If you really want to know how we think, whether you’re in marketing, fundraising, education or whatever, here’s what you need to know:  (Obviously, these are generalizations and not necessarily true for all of us).

  • Save your stamps.  We do everything online or via text.  If you want to reach us, use email, Facebook, Twitter, text message or some other form of communication.
  • We expect lots of feedback.  It doesn’t all have to be positive, but it needs to be frequent.
  • We want to be judged on the work we produce and not the way we produce it.  If we can do the same work in flip-flops and jeans as we can in a suit, then why spend money on an uncomfortable suit?
  • We have always been told to do the things that make us happy.  We will not spontaneously forget this mantra when we turn 22 and graduate college.
  • Contrary to what you might think, we are capable of hard work.  But we’d rather work just enough to live comfortably than work crazy hours so we can retire early.  Here I will admit – as a general rule, we have a hard time thinking long-term.

We don’t expect the world to mold to our expectations, but the bottom line is that everyone will need to bend a little now that we have three distinct generations in the workforce for the first time in many years.  Okay, fine.  We won’t wear jeans and hoodies to work, but in return, maybe we can work from home every once in a while.  If you are uncomfortable with social media and all things web 2.0, we can help you get your company online.

I know nobody’s perfect and I’m definitely guilty of expecting companies to understand my way of thinking, but I can’t help but wonder who the slackers are that started all the stereotypes I’ve encountered.  What’s particularly disheartening is that there were enough of them that they weren’t written off as outliers.

The other thing, though, is that I think our reactions are sometimes read incorrectly.  For instance, in my first job out of college at The Company, I had to work long hours and travel about a third of the time for not a whole lot of money, which wasn’t worth it to me.  Was this because I expected lots of money for 40 hours per week?  No.  It was because I wasn’t willing to give up my personal time (and my personal life) for a job.  I didn’t expect to be paid more, I just knew what my priorities were.

Has anyone else experienced this, either from my viewpoint or from the outside looking in?  Am I totally off here?

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What Does Your Underwear Say?

A friend of mine started a new company called Read Underwear that sells underthings with cool/interesting/funny quotes printed on them.  She’s been having trivia contests on the company’s Facebook page where the winner gets a free “sample.”  I won the other day* and got these awesome undies in the mail.  Dear friends with summer birthdays, sorry for ruining the surprise. (Pete, what size panties do you wear?)

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*Q: On the wall in Lisa’s classroom is a poster from Krusty’s literacy campaign, it reads… (fill in the blank)
A (within seconds): “Give a hoot! Read a book!”

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My Life Story in Six Words

I once got an email forward (don’t you love it when people forward you things so you, personally, can delete them?) saying that Ernest Hemingway once wrote a fictional story in six words:

“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”

The email then asked you to write your life story in six words and pass it on. At the time I figured mine would be something like, “I can’t say no to fun.” or “Life is fantastic. I’m loving it.”  I didn’t think about it long before deleting the email.

However, just now, approximately five-to-seven years later, I decided what mine would be:

“I was going to, but then…”

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My Mom

My mom is the most amazing woman I know. She is an incredibly intelligent and funny woman whose never-ending love and warmth inspire me. I am so grateful for her in my life – not only as a parent but as my confidante, my fashion consultant and my partner in crime. I hope to someday grow up to be like her.


Pego and Mego – December 2007

Happy Mother’s Day, Mama. Thanks for being so wonderful.

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Knitting Projects

I recently got back into knitting…

First to knit sweaters for two white teddy bears to give to my baby cousins Molly:

And Eamon:
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(Eamon is not actually a teddy bear. I gave his bear to his parents after he’d gone to bed, so I didn’t get a photo of him WITH the bear…)

This was the perfect first project, because it didn’t require unknown sizing. I had the teddy bears in my possession so I could make sure the sweaters fit. Knitting sweaters for the babies themselves would not have been so easy.

For my next project I decided to try out my sizing abilities and make hats for Galen’s niece and nephew:
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I took photos of the hats beforehand because I had no idea if they were the right size or if Mateo and Natalia would even like them. When I did give them to the kids, Mateo seemed pretty excited about his hat, but Natalia didn’t seem wild about the idea of someone forcing her to wear something on her head. I didn’t mind at all (nor did I blame her) – I was happy Mateo liked his and VERY pleased that both hats fit.

Anyway, last week when I was visiting them, Mateo wanted to play pirates. Which required his pirate hat:
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“ARRRRGH!”

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“Please stop taking pictures of me.”

Not only did it fit… it was useful!

I’ve got a few other projects in the works right now… I’ll probably post ‘em on here when they’re done.

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An Open Letter to the State of Arizona

Dear Arizona,

Until a few months ago, you and I didn’t know each other very well. I knew that you didn’t observe Daylight Savings Time and that you were one of the last states to approve the Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday (don’t worry, New Hampshire, I haven’t forgotten you). You probably knew me as just some girl from Montana who never came to visit and always rooted against your teams in the Pac-10 Conference. I knew there were definitely good parts about you… I’ve had a few friends who attended ASU and lived in the area. Plus, my former roommate of 4 years is from Nogales, so I heard some things. Then a good friend moved from Portland to Phoenix this spring and I visited Scottsdale to see a few Spring Training games with Galen’s family. We were off to a pretty good start.

Until last week. Now, the only things I can think of when I hear your name are “racial profiling” and “birther crazies.”

Now, before I get started on the immigration front, let me first state this very important disclaimer: I have never lived in a state bordering Mexico, and thus, do not fully understand what it’s like. Where I come from, we have Canada to the north, and they’re more like a cool older brother who plays hockey and lives in the basement apartment, where he comes and goes as he pleases. We don’t hang out all the time, but we’re buddies and we vacation together. Sometimes Canada buys us beer even though we’re underage. It’s cool.

Mexico seems to be like a younger stepbrother who doesn’t live by anybody else’s rules. I know from experience that this can prove frustrating. I am trying to be compassionate.

But I really think there are better ways to deal with this. I just keep thinking… What if the illegal immigrants you were dealing with were from Canada? Or Croatia via Mexico? THEN what would you do? Because whatever your answer to that question is, I bet it’s a much better approach than this law. Anything that involves looking at the color of a person’s skin and then determining how you’re going to react based on that color is inherently racist.

Please be clear – I am not saying that illegal immigration isn’t a problem, because I don’t know that. I am neither experienced nor informed on the matter.

I also don’t want to lay full blame on you, Arizona. I understand that there is a bigger issue here (the need for immigration reform) that needs to be addressed on a national scale. The national government needs to give you a real, proactive solution instead of creating reactive programs that allow laws like yours to pass. If this was your way of rebelling to get attention, it may just have worked.

But the ends do not justify the means.

Then there’s this birth certificate business. I have a few opinions on the matter, but most of them are summed up in this video of Anderson Cooper taking one of your State Representatives to task:

To put it plainly, Arizona, reacting to false allegations by creating laws to PROVE they are false is the wrong answer. Your elected officials serve as fact checkers for their constituents. Thus, allowing laws such as this to pass is doing the people of Arizona a disservice. Your congressmen are abusing their positions by using their authority to help spread false information. All that is needed to put this issue to rest is for every representative or senator in every district to publicly state the truth. That shouldn’t be too much to ask.

Also, and I’m surprised you don’t already know this, crazy people who believe lies to be truth can never be convinced otherwise. The people who believe that Barack Obama was not born in the US will not rest until that false statement is proven true, which will never happen. They will never be convinced of the truth.

Don’t get me wrong – I understand that bad things sometimes happen in good states. My home state of Montana, for instance, which I love dearly, is known for providing a nice home in the woods for the Unabomber. Nobody ever mentions that Montana also elected the first woman to congress or served as the birthplace for the lead singer of the Decemberists.

And that’s one of the many reasons I will not be partaking in any sort of boycott. I understand you’re not all bad. I also don’t think an Arizona boycott would be felt by the people who really need to hear a strong message.

But I do want you to know that not all press is good press. And your rebellion has not gone unnoticed. It took us Montanans years to get over the Unabomber image – be prepared for a long redemption period yourself.

As for you and me, Arizona? I’m screening my calls at the moment. I’m not saying we’re through, but you’ve got some grovelling to do.

Sincerely,
Mego

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