And Meow For Something Completely Different

First Watch This

Done?  Okay good… Now read this.

Bask in the glory that is a video of a cat meowing the theme of a popular tv about dragons and stuff.

Now bask in the fact that you have this opportunity at all… the internet (for those lucky enough to enjoy it) is the pinnacle of luxery and awesomeness.  And basically free vs the amount we pay and what we gain from it (though some would argue hours of funny animal videos on demand has no intrinsic value).

Still we do important stuff on there as well… like further technology, humankind and stuff.

It is an invisible omnipresent “box” of awesome.

What would Maud think?

I sometimes wonder what a person from the middle ages would think about the internet… Let alone just as far back as my late grandfather Dido.

“You mean you spend hours on a magical box which has the power to calculate the meaning of life ? But is used mostly for living pictures of cats meowing songs from another magical box called a TV (and naked pictures)?  

Now excuse me, I need to go survive the bubonic plague…”

What will I think?

What further farcical inventions will our children invent? Can’t wait…

I took the liberty of illustrating the future for you… You are welcome. Introducing “Meow-wavesTM”

“You mean a tentacle that you suck onto your left elbow which transfers smells to your shoulder (how we will smell in the future) so that you may fully enjoy the gelatinous laser cats puppetshow (and naked pictures)?

Now excuse me, I need to go survive the NEObubonic plague…”

Excellent – S

P.S.

Also required/related watching (unless you hate swearing or are at work). Love Louis CK.

To Buy or Not to Buy… Big?

So over and over a big thing I tauted as what I’d like about Europe over the US was fewer big chains. As in no walmart eyesore, with crappy employee practices.

More mom and pops. More quality.

But then I moved here on a budget. And over and over I find myself saying “Where can I find a store with everything I need?” or “This is expensive!”

NOT all the time… but a couple times I must hate to admit. Let’s tackle these seperately…

“Where can I find a store with everything I need?”

While I do very much enjoy the ability to go to a small fruit stand or butcher. And they are EVERYWHERE, so its not a bother. Plus VERY affordable!  I’ll be eating more vegetables/fruit here for sure.

BUT I also have been here three days and cannot find a damned watch. I found a few but they were designer watches over 80 euros and the shops were closed anyway.  Also, where the hangers be at?

I’m PRETTY sure this will disapear in time… once I figure out where to look.   I’m not saying this is a valid complaint… just something I didn’t expect to miss… or lament…

“This is expensive!”

So I went in search of color safe shampoo as soon as I got here, as I need to keep the new purple doo safe. Could not find it anywhere until I finally tried a pharmacy.  I found a bottle for 9.80 euro…

I ignored the first rule of shopping in Europe (or really anywhere)… WALK AWAY.

9 times out of 10 you will find it cheaper later on (ESPECIALLY away from tourist attractions) or you can come back later.  And NOW you know what to compare it to. Over and over Austin and I forget this rule and then kick ourselves in the butt about it, whether with food, clothing or otherwise.

So we walk down the street and we find a “mega” store called Tati, or atleast for Paris standards with a gallon (or a lot) of the color safe shampoo for 2.99 Euro… So we bought that as well… for the future/Austin’s use.

big shampoo vs. little
In my shower we see on the left the 2nd cheaper one I bought. The left is the first more expensive one.

Of course we did not return the other one… because we were scared. Asking for a return is hard when you don’t know the word for “return”.

And THIS IS WHAT I HATE… that THOUGH the smaller one might have been better quality, I DRIFT towards cheaper and bigger.  Now in this case the first store I bought from was NOT a mom and pops, but this could very well be the situation.  As mom and pops can’t compete with cheaper and bigger.

So… I’m not sure here.  I know that values aside until I get a job, a few Euros here and there helps.  But at the same time, this is not towards the values I’d like to hold.

But is it bad to save money?  Who says this other company or mom and pop’s treats their workers any better?  I might be talking myself in circles.

TLDR version

Sheila battles with her own feeling of guilt over semi missing cheaper, bigger American stores.

Fini – S

P.S. Confession: I am a McCafe drinker. It’s cheaper…

The Importance of Being Mrs.Ernest.com

There are very few careers nowadays where public image does not matter. I find myself constantly aware of it, despite wanting not to. It all amounts to “Am I seen as a professional?” And a large part of starting to build awareness of your professional knowledge is creating a “personal branding”. I know that word is bandied about to the point of being a scare tactic. But it’s true: If people don’t know who you are how will they give you lots of $$ and props?

This is what I propose: The modern woman might be giving up even more then just her history by changing her last name. Street cred? Pride? But is she giving up more by refusing to?

I’m not sure my stance other than I’ve been afraid to admit that I can’t wait to change my name in domestic bliss. This is a bit more deep rooted than the personal branding angle.

Some history: I’m getting married to a one Austin Flores. After much debate I have decided to change my name to Sheila Suarez de Flores come October when we wed. I am modern enough to keep my last name but honored enough to append. I have a website called sheilasuarez.com, as two years ago, I tried to abandon my wishy washy handles that I always grew tired of (deltaspark, eatther0ses, esscore, bluespringtied, birthdayzoot, smapdi3000… and so on) for something I have always been: Sheila Suarez. Plus then when an employer saw my awesome CSS skillz they’d know who to call.

But now as I’m relying on this handle more and more, filing my taxes (or failing to) online, banking, handing out business cards and otherwise, I realize that with the ring comes the destined name change. I know who I will be in six months. Why not change now?

Pride. I always thought myself the feminist, a sensible one, likes to pay dutch but doesn’t mind a car door being opened for her. But with this has come a stubborn streak that won’t admit that she WANTS to change her name. Aghast when other girls did so before their wedding. Changing their handle to include a “Mrs”? Good lord not your internet handle! If guys don’t do it at all or get all giddy about it, why should I (working in a male dominated field probably doesn’t help this…)? If it was more acceptable, would guys do it? I do not want to be defined by my relationship but supported (like Hedwig!). Why do I really think this name will define me?

But I’m here to admit it. I like that I’m changing my name because I’m proud of being Austin’s. Can’t wait to change my name! But pride has also kept me from doing it sooner than later. Until tonight, setting up hopefully a blog (god I hate that word) that will last me through several adventures (including marriage), I had to pick a name and I picked: sdeflores.

Is this me being realistic or girly? Austin is pretty dreamy… and there really is no good reason to change my name other than that fact. But if I’m going to do it, why not do it now?

My point has quickly deflated as I’m out of coherent blogging practice. But a little part of INDEPENDENT WOMAN OF STEEL AND CAREER-NESS, named so man or not, has died in me tonight. I know its not a bad thing. In fact, I have missed out on all the giggles. I don’t need my old name to define me! Take that maiden name! In the end, its not that big of a deal. A redirect added from sheilasuarez.com and new business cards in 6 months, but, at what point should we define ourselves? How do we define ourselves? And what is there in a name?

What’s the big deal?

A rose by any other name would taste just as sweet… – “Mrs.” Sheila Suarez “de Flores”

P.S. I need to go to Feminist-Anonymous and admit I like fluffy things and that’s okay.