Notes from a LiteraryVixen

Snarks and Randoms for Your Enlightenment.

Freaking Family. August 21, 2008

Filed under: Philosophy — theliteraryvixen @ 8:48 pm

I have always been something of an oddity, and for reasons beyond my control: my family.

You see, for almost as long as I can remember, I have been the only one in my group of friends whose parents are still married – to each other, at least. Which is strange when you think about it. Given that the national divorce rate is hovering somewhere around 50%, statistically, there should be more people in my boat.

But, of course, statistically, only about 10% of my friends should be gay.

Statistics LIE.

Even within my extended family, my nuclear family is an anomaly. Out of eight siblings (between them), my parents are the only ones that have survived a marriage of more than a decade.

Thankfully, this is one area in which it’s rather nice to be a “freak”. I love my family. My parents have always supported me while still allowing me to be myself, and my brothers (vastly different in temprement and interests) are both good people.

Sure, when we all get together, I get a little stir-crazy, but that has much more to do with my avoidance of groups larger than five than with them. I just find groups a little overwhelming . . . and the fact that we’re all a bit [ahem] loud and with distinct and large personalities gets to be a bit much. I need to get some quiet time, regroup and rejoin the crowd.

But I digress.

My parents are now getting to the age where they need to “parent” their parents. My grandparents are getting older and having health issues and just basically need more help than they ever have. It’s really hard on both of them, as we live hours away from either couple. I definitely don’t envy the day when I need to broach the topic of assisted living or power of attorney with my own parents. How disconcerting.

But I know that I’ll do it, whole-heartedly and with love, because that’s the way I was raised. With family treated as a virtue, not just a group.

 

Back in Black. August 19, 2008

Filed under: Randoms — theliteraryvixen @ 7:47 pm

All right. This has been too long an absence. If anyone was actually holding their breath for my next post . . . well, you’re dead by now, so no use apologizing there. But for those who went on with their lives, but occasionally wondered: “Where’s Amy? Has she lost her fondness for writing usually meaningless blather and posting it to my interwebs?”

Well, never fear, my friends. I am alive and well.

Just a couple of small snags have prevented my cheap therapy (read: blogging) as of late. Number one: work. I have been working my butt off (shut up – yes, it’s still there) herding cats. ‘Cause that’s what getting seven people to make one, subjective decision is, you know. It’s a tough job sometimes, made tougher by the fact that I am not of one world – I straddle the worlds of the developers (right-brained) and the marketers (left-brained). I like to think of myself as a translator – from clouds into boxes and back again.

But sometimes, even MY Esperanto fails me.

The other thing that I’ve been struggling with as of late is my Internet connection. I’ve been pirating for months, and my patsy either moved or blocked his network.

Don’t get me wrong – I totally pay for DSL, and I have had a wireless router for as long as I’ve had a laptop. I just didn’t set it up.

Yes, I’m rather lazy. But mostly, I just hate hardware.

That may be a weird statement, given that my job title is Marketing Technology Specialist. Shouldn’t I, therefore, enjoy and be good with technology?

No, not really.

See, I enjoy software. It’s oddly pliable, and I can make it bend to my will with a little creative problem solving. It’s very Matrix-esque: you learn what rules you can bend and what rules you can break.

Hardware is cables and plugs and acronyms. Very little wiggle room, and completely incomprehensible to people who just. don’t. CARE.

Ick.

I finally set up what I think is a very secure, encrypted network that I can utilize from the comfort of my bedroom. I kind of stumbled into it at the end. I think my desperate voicemail to my IT-savvy brother was what gave me the last boost into connection. You know, Murphy, and all.

But whatever got me here, I’m thrilled to be back.