Quickie Update

I’ve been noticeably absent from this blog, which isn’t a habit, but actually quite deliberate!

First, I’m participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and because I’m writing nearly 2000 words daily, the creative energy to also blog is severely lacking. On the upside, I’m writing a book, and it is going to be something fantastic that I will be quite proud of in the long run. Subject matter is still top secret, but think along the lines of Twilight.

What can I say? I’m a sucker for dark, weird romance.

Second, professionally, I’m smack dab in the middle of launching many new creative initiatives to drive Spring 2012 enrollment. We’re really throwing out a lot of new ideas – some hi-fi and some low-fi – and I’ll be detailing those complete with success (or needs improvement) measures once the campaigns are complete. Many lessons to be learned here, and that’s what Cheetos with Chopsticks is all about – innovation!

So, friends, for the time being, know that I’m thinking of you. Professional contacts, know that I’m out there on Twitter and Google+ (which FINALLY created brand pages – kudos, Google, even though it’s a little late.) so find me!

Til next time,
Kit

Jewelry for Dogs

Our dog – Piglet – aka Momma Dog – is spoiled. Spoiled rotten. And because she’s the only girl in the house, she’s often given pink, girly things.

When a friend showed me this lovely find on Etsy, it was a no brainer. Piglet needs this – what girl dog doesn’t want jewelry?

A pearl necklace with a lovely fake diamond paw ornament. The pearls are strung together and it looks very elegant.

I Still Love You, Netflix

I saw this on Reddit this morning and had to share. I’m not sure who the original designer is, but I’d give credit if I could!

Comparison of Netflix to Blockbuster and Hollywood Video - Pro Netflix

Local Adventure: Wabasha Street Ghosts and Graves Tour

Wabasha Street Caves Ghosts and Graves Tour Guides in Costume

Cast of "Ghosts and Graves" Tour

Saturday was a perfect autumn day. The red and gold leaves crunched and rustled in the front yard as a warm breeze blew through the Twin Cities. Because Duane had piles of homework to complete, I’d taken the opportunity to catch up on the (seemingly ongoing) housework that had fallen a bit to the wayside.

After nearly 6 – yes, seriously – loads of laundry, dusting, and cleaning out two closets, I was pooped. Duane was done with homework, and it was only 3 pm. We’d recently made an agreement to each plan one date activity per week, and I was feeling itchy to get out of the house. I hopped onto my trusty Samsung Galaxy Tab 10.1 and started looking for local things to do in the Twin Cities – we are both huge fans of being tourists in our own town, and because we are still relatively new to the state and cities, the possibilities of new adventures are seemingly endless.

Exploring the Wabasha Street Caves had been high on both of our agendas since we moved here. A friend had gotten married in the caves, and we’d seen something about them in a documentary on History Channel/TLC. I took a look at their website, and discovered that they were offering a “Ghosts and Graves Tour” that evening. I quickly booked our spots.

We went to our standby restaurant, the 5-8 Club, which is not only the home of the Juicy Lucy, but also a mere few blocks from our house. After throwing back some delicious cheese curds and a couple of burgers, we were ready to go on our tour.

On the way from South Minneapolis to St. Paul, we kept seeing zombies. Seriously. Bleeding, messy hair, dark eyes, torn clothes zombies. Waiting for the bus. Walking down the street. Coming out of Starbucks with a venti caramel macchiato. Ah yes – the Zombie Pub Crawl was that night. We both chuckled – the zombies definitely added some flair to our spooky evening.

We arrived at the Wabasha Street Caves, and only had to wait about 15 minutes to board the bus. It was a NICE bus. A large tour bus, with comfy seats and foot rests, and a PA system inside so everyone could hear the tour guides clearly.

As we boarded, we met our tour guides – the lovely Yvette, a dead French maid complete with a noose around her neck and a fantastic French accent, and Mr. Doug Graves, a ghastly, deceased undertaker with a penchant for measuring the heights of guests to estimate how large our coffins would need to be. We knew we were in for a treat.

I’ll not spoil all the details or the stories in case you’d like to go yourself, but it was definitely worth the cost. We drove through dark areas of St. Paul at night, all with silly, creepy ghost stories attached. We also went to a historic cemetery, and armed with flashlights, walked around and learned about the folks buried there. Surprisingly, we also learned about many modern cemetery/burial traditions, and how many of our current funereal procedures originated in Victorian England.

My favorite grave story was about two teenagers, who, in 2001, broke into the mausoleum of Dr. Arthur Gillette, stole his skull, passed it around among friends, then buried it in Anoka, MN, out of guilt. It was a great story to hear in a cemetery.

Sadly, after only about 1.5 hours, our journey ended. We could have easily stayed on the tour for half an hour to an hour longer, as the guides were both quite entertaining, knowledgeable, and frankly, we were just having a great time for the cost.

We look forward to heading back to Wabasha soon and doing the Caves and Gangsters tours, as the Ghosts and Graves our didn’t go through the caves at all, sadly, and we really wanted to see them.

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Sever’s Corn Maze: A-maize-ing

The wind was crisp, the thermometer hovered around 60 degrees, and the deep blue sky was full of puffy, white clouds. It was a fall Saturday in Minnesota, and Duane and I decided to take full advantage of what would inevitably be one of the last pleasant, sunny days Minnesota had to offer.

I had recently read about Sever’s Corn Maze in Shakopee, Minn., located about 30 miles south of the Twin Cities. We put on our winter boots – not because it was cold, but because we figured – as good Minnesotans do this time of year – that we would be walking around on muddy, soggy ground.

After a quick car trip, we pulled up to the edge of the field and were greeted by a wall of corn with a huge wooden entryway built in.

Severs Corn Maze entrance

We didn’t know what to expect when we walked through. We thought, perhaps, that we’d just be walking right into the maze, but were a bit stumped about where to pay for our experience. After walking through the entrance, though, we found a large, open field, filled with food carts (even a taco cart and another one that was selling cheese curds and corn dogs!), a large (20+ types of animals) petting zoo, a pig racetrack, a bandstand, and of course, the maze. We opted to go through the maze first. (If you’d like to see the maze, check this out – it shows it from the top.)

The maze was fantastic – the corn had not been trampled, the map was easy to follow but unnecessary, and there was a refreshment tent right in the middle of the maze for thirsty explorers. And, because we’d gone relatively early in the season, there weren’t many visitors in the maze yet, so it was very still, peacefully silent, and a little bit spooky, just as a corn maze should be.

Corn Maze

View from inside the corn maze.

After the maze, we needed to quench our appetites. What kind of Minnesotans would we be if we didn’t stop for fried cheese curds and corn dogs? They didn’t disappoint. I’ll share with you, if you want!

Cheese curds and corn dogsTummies full and adventurous spirits satiated, we decided to see what else Sever’s had to offer us. We met many friends at the petting zoo – there were zebras, camels, and of course my favorite – goat babies! There were also, surprisingly, many exotic animals, including kangaroos and llamas, and a host of many more. I also made a very nosey camel friend who really liked having her picture taken. (She’s on the left – the one not wearing glasses.)

Kit and Camel

Duane knew that it was time to pull me away from the petting zoo when I asked if it would be inappropriate for me to climb into the corral with the baby goats. I really was considering it, as I’ve got such a soft spot in my heart for the little guys.

We decided to finish our experience by attending a pig race. This was easily one of the funniest things I had seen in a long time. There were four races, and boy did those little piglets kick up their heels to see who could get around the track first. They were racing for a snack, so there was certainly some good motivation. The snack was a fried donut, and honestly, even though my stomach was full of cheese curds, I could have given those pigs some competition and the donut did sound very good.

The racers were rarin’ to go – they were Britney Squeals, Lindsey Loham, and Jessica Simpsow. Duane made his bet on Loham, and I went for BritBrit. Loham ran like crazy, and beat out her competitors. The crowd was going wild and cheering, and the piggies were squealing in delight, and it was a great time.

Sever’s Corn Maze will certainly become a seasonal “must,” and for a mere $12 a person, was a great cheap date day!

Everyone Hail to the Pumpkin King Now!

Fall always puts me in the mood to watch two of my favorite movies, “The Nightmare Before Christmas” and “Hocus Pocus.”

I was playing around on Spotify looking for the soundtrack to “Nightmare,” and found “The Jack Pack 2,” which includes versions of songs from “Nightmare” performed by metal artists. I was in love.

My favorite thus far? “This is Halloween” by Marilyn Manson.

Even if you hate Manson, if you like “Nightmare,” you’ll appreciate it. It kind of works with the theme of the movie.

Listen to it on Spotify

Nightmare Before Christmas Pumpkin King Jack

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The (Rotten) Apple of My Eye

I saw a tweet this morning that said: Call Apple and ask them if they CARE about the human beings working in their Asian sweat shops. 800-APL-CARE. (Here’s the original.)

This is the second sweatshop/Apple-related post I’ve seen recently, closely following a story about Apple removing a game from their own App Store because it:

takes players on a tour of the darkside of iPhone manufacture. This includes the mining of blood minerals by children, toxic recycling centres in developing nations, and suicide-inducing working conditions of Chinese factories. (source)

Now, it’s no secret that Apple uses Foxconn to build its iPads and iPods. It’s also no secret that:

So we can effectively add Apple to the endless list of companies that suck but produce cool stuff. Me? I’ll stick with my Samsung devices.

But really, what do you do? Boycott? Sure, great idea, but unless strategically organized with multiple participants, it’s most likely not going to be effective or make a dent in Apple’s bottom line. Spread awareness? An excellent idea – thoughtfully cite resources and share what you’ve learned with others and hope they’ll – in turn – do the same.

Or, what I’ll realistically do, just keep buying the next shiny, pretty, iThingie.

Sparking change can be deflating. Sadly, and not to be altogether defeatist, the corporate grip on us is just too strong. Not that I’m interested in giving up – I’m writing this article to at least inform, and perhaps provoke change.

But I’m writing it from my Apple laptop while I’m listening to my iPod.

That Post About The Time I Decided to Leave Facebook

Facebook IconI’m abandoning my Facebook account, effective today.

Nope, I’m not reacting to the new changes that Facebook pushed out on Sept. 20, or the changes that Facebook is scheduled to make. And with all candor, I’m hanging on to my work-related accounts – after all, I work in social media, and it’s important that I understand what the playing field looks like at all times.

Then why am I leaving?

Simple. Prepare yourself for this, because it’s not going to be easy to read. Really.

Facebook makes me dislike you.

Maybe not “you” the individual, but “you” as a population. We all know the constant whiner, the political baiter, the social overenthusiastic gamer, the oversharer. The list goes on and on.

I liked you better when we talked on the phone. When we were texting photos back and forth, or just exchanging short messages that said, “Hey, I saw (blank) and thought of you.” When we wrote long emails and really talked about our lives, or shared experiences at new restaurants. I’ve missed writing letters to you and sending you real greeting cards. I actually liked seeing your vacation photos, not only because I love to travel, but because you chose photos to specifically show me. It made me feel special. You made me feel special. I felt like part of your life – a real friend or family member – and not just number 16 out of 400 “friends.”

And here’s another reality check. All those people? The aforementioned 400 friends? They’re probably not really your friends. They like you, sure. You’re awesome. What’s not to like? But if you invited your entire Facebook friend list over for dinner, more than likely, only a handful of them would show. Why? Because they’re your real friends. Your real social circle. The ones that genuinely like you and are interested in your well-being and can tolerate you when you’re being insufferable and can rejoice with you when something monumentally fantastic happens in your life.

They’re the ones you don’t have to sanitize your thoughts for. Yes. We all do it. We say nice things on Facebook because we don’t want people to think we are jerks. Tell me I’m lying. You can’t.

We can connect other places! I’ll be around on Twitter. I’ll be able to share recipes on Tastebook. I’ll be blogging about restaurants, my activities, career-related/marketing-related links, and all the triumphs and failures in my life. But I’ll be doing it here. In as many characters and words as I like. And if you’re a blogger, I’ll be visiting and commenting on your blog posts, too!

And you won’t be interrupted by Farmville notifications. I promise.

You’ll get long emails from me – and a lot of them will include pictures. Know why? Because I think you are *worth* it. You have a name. You’ve had life experiences. You share songs you love. Shoes you love. Recipes you love. And I adore you because of that. And I want to tell you about that, not as part of a chorus, but as an individual.

Because you deserve it. Because you are worth it.

You’re my friend because I chose you. Because we shared life moments together that were and still are meaningful for me. And I’m going to work on keeping you included. But you’re going to have to work too. That’s what friendship is about. It’s not about pushing out an update a couple times a week.

I look forward to seeing photos of your babies. To hearing about your sick grandmother. To crying with you on the phone in down times, and to celebrating with you in up times.

If we have a work-related relationship, you’ll love what I’m posting on LinkedIn. It’s good, relevant stuff, and it’s likely the same kind of content that you and I discussed in person. It’s not about my family. It’s not about my plants in my back yard. I won’t bore you with the stuff that isn’t interesting.

So this is it. A new leaf. I’ll still be here. You’ll still be here. But we’re going to have to work on this together.

Like real friends do.

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