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Archive for July, 2010
I think is is hard not to eat healthy on days like today. Sunny, but not too warm. A light breeze from the bay. A perfect day to meet a guy for coffee then wander through the farmers market. I bought an heirloom tomato to go with my homegrown basil, leftover mozzarella from pizza night, a little olive oil and a drizzle of vanilla fig balsamic vinegar. I picked up a cucumber poured a little vinegar and sprinkled with dill from my CSA. I finished the plate with broccoli and a plum, also from the CSA. A perfect lunch after a nice walk around downtown Sunnyvale.
I ran into a post this morning that seriously caught my attention. If you’ve ever wondered what it is like to be a Woman in technology, then I recommend you read what Nicole Sullivan has to say.
She talks about the difference between The Code Cowboy and The Good Developer. I know a lot of Code Cowboys and dealing with them is tiring. Of course, I can’t even put myself into the category of The Good Developer because, as Nicole pointed out, we are our own worst enemy. We aren’t good at judging our own abilities and we need encouragement. From my post on how Geeks drive girls out of Computer Science,
Girls are much more likely to try something if someone else encourages them to do it. I once sat in a group of female heads (principals) of boarding schools. Each woman talked about how it was that she decided to go after the Head of School job. Out of 8 Heads of School, only one of them admitted that she had wanted the job and pursued it. The other seven all talked about having a friend, coworker, or administrator who encouraged them to apply for the job. And every one of them was more than qualified for the position, but was timid about seeking it without some encouragement.
What I didn’t mention there was that with a panel of eight heads of school, there were only two people in the audience: myself and another woman. So we sat in a circle and just talked. It was great, but there should have been more women there.
The only thing that Nicole says with which I don’t agree, is that we need to make video games more appealing to girls. This is everyone’s first thought, and I don’t think it is the right direction.
Video games have changed a lot over the years. Many of them are much more social, which is the biggest hurdle to becoming popular with girls, however, they are still video games. I think video games are a complete waste of time. While The Code Cowboy is playing Wii Sports, I’m outside running or making social contacts while golfing. While The Code Cowboy is playing Online Scrabble, I’m having dinner and a beer at Quiz Night. While The Code Cowboy is playing Second Life, I’m working as the treasurer of my Home Owner’s Association board. While The Code Cowboy is playing World of Warcraft, I’m attending California High Speed Rail meetings. While The Code Cowboy is playing Farmville, I’m helping to build a home with Habitat for Humanity.
I don’t want to virtualize my world. I want to use computers to make my world better. Show me how to code so that I can model a malaria outbreak in a third world country and plan to distribute supplies accordingly. Teach me how to write an app that will show me the location of the cheapest gas or the lowest price for *gasp* a cute pair of shoes. I’d argue that girls want to become programmers to solve real world problems, not to write abstract games. I don’t think I know a single girl who would choose a job writing a video game over writing an app to help solve world hunger.
I had to mention the shoes because as geek girls, we are expected to not be interested in typical girl things. So I’ve been rebelling by acquiring shoes, and skirts, painting my toenails, doing my hair and makeup. I’m tired of having to look like one of the guys just to be treated as an equal. But then this runs into the problem Nicole mentioned that “No one is going to assume that a man is on stage because he looks good in a skirt.”
Whoopie Pies are a traditional Maine dessert. I’ve eaten many in my life, but this is the first time I’ve tried to make them. My hometown, Dover-Foxcroft, had their second annual whoopie pie festival this year. Mom went and sent me this awesome recipe book.
I didn’t quite follow the recipe, so they aren’t quite what I remember them to be. However, I think they are satisfactory for a first attempt.
As I was walking the dog this morning in clothes that were too skimpy for fifty-five degrees and misting, I had a flashback.
I caught a whiff of mimeograph paper. That sweet smell of purple inked tests dancing with the graphite and warm wood shavings of freshly sharpened pencils and the smell of fear that only a third grader can emit. Students stare studiously at the page before them. I write a big number three in the plum box to the right of a question and contemplate again whether I’ve come to the correct answer. Handing in the test with ample time to spare, I’d sit with my head down until the teacher exclaimed, “Pencils down!”
Life was so much simpler then.
I debated about telling you all, but then remembered that I usually hear the best stories from you all after I do something stupid.
I fell off my bicycle today.
I was on a busy street with a bike lane, but no parking. Sirens came from behind. I waited until they were close, then tried to get as close to the curb as possible. There was a big driveway, so I tried to go into it. But there was an inch curb. And I didn’t get the right angle.
I teetered. I tottered. My feet were on the ground, but I was still going forward. The whole scene was in slow motion with me wondering if the ambulance going by would have to come back for me. I thought I was safe. Then my ankle buckled and I fell.
I stood up, ignoring my scraped ankle and gouged knee. I got back on my bike and rode home. I knew if I stopped it would hurt.
Two little divots, my ego bruised the most, I cleaned the scrapes and covered them in neosporin. Then went to quiz night.
We didn’t win. Busted my ego even more. But now we have a secret dessert that can’t be found on the menu. It made me feel better.
So what is the worst thing to happen to you when you fell off a bike or bruised your ego?
Maroon5 played for us today. Need I say more?
So the guy who was supposed to meet me a Fry’s last night never showed. Now before you get too angry, I didn’t give him my phone number, so there was no way for him to contact me to say he wasn’t coming or would be late.
But this morning, there is still no email in OKCupid explaining what happened. Now I could get angry about that, but I’m just going to believe that maybe he was in a car accident on the way to the store and is now in a coma. Or was kidnapped. Or was taken down by the FBI as one of the Russian spies and is now being traded for some American spies.
Or maybe he forgot.
Doesn’t matter. Better he not show up now than to not show up to the wedding!
I don’t often tell you about my dates. I feel like these guys deserve a little respect and privacy. Besides, I like to give of the impression that my dating life is non-existent.
When tonight’s date said he would drive from SF to Sunnyvale because he could go to Fry’s, I suggested that we just meet at the coffee bar in the center of the store. Besides, I need a new paper shredder.
So here I am, at the geekiest first date spot I have ever attempted, drinking a decaf mocha. I’ve given up coffee, but the store is chilly, so I needed a chocolate hug.
My assumption is that he is late because he underestimated traffic. But because I’m a girl, I think that he walked by the cafe, saw me and ran screaming out of here. I have both a rational and irrational side. Luckily, the rational side is winning.
It has been half an hour. My mocha is chilling, and I’m running out of things to read on the Internet.
How long do I wait?
I tried to do a random good thing this morning. As I was dropping off my dry cleaning, I noticed that there is a blood drive happening on campus today. So I decided to just do it before I changed my mind.
Answering all the questions made me dizzy. Mainly, looking down for any period of time makes me light-headed because of my ear surgery a few years ago. It sucks, but I’m used to that.
Then a cute guy brought me into his little makeshift office to ask me personal questions. He could ask me anything he’d like!
Well, he started asking about all my travels. Mexico City for the Swine Flu, not a problem. England during the week they discovered Mad Cow Disease, fine because I haven’t eaten three months worth of beef there. So what was it that kept me from giving blood today?
Most of where I went in Korea was okay. Seoul. Jeju-do. But that bus tour up to the DMZ makes me not eligible to give blood for a year.
I’ll try again in October!