Upgraded

Not much time to write, I’m expecting to board my flight back home any minute. But I had to let you know that I was upgraded to FIRST CLASS for my flight home! Hooray! I have never ridden first class… I hope this doesn’t spoil me forever. If I had known I was going to ride home with the fancy-schmancy first class folks, I would have worn a cocktail dress or something.

Survived!

I survived my big paper presentation. I think the PhD’s were so surprised that we actually wrote a paper about something REAL, and they were probably a bit distracted by my pretty 4-color hand-outs (for a PR conference, the handouts here have been decidedly bland), so they forgot to string me up by my toenails and take turns beating me up with their criticism. Instead, they asked me questions I knew how to answer and complimented us on our interesting topic and method. The editor of a well-known PR journal stayed after our presentation and told us he would like to publish our article in his journal this year! Hooray! Everything went so much better than I had expected, but I’ll admit that I was this close to peeing in my pants at one point. All that worry for nothing. 

Academia

I’m at my academic research conference in Miami, and it’s quite a an experience. I’m one of about five non-PhD’s in a room of 100 people, which means I’m the only one who doesn’t dream about T-tests and regression analysis. They want to publish a 10o-page thesis on some obscure communication theory… I want to publish silly junior high fiction. 

But it’s good to be exposed to new things. This is a counter-culture of people that I never really understood before, but after listening to 24 research papers be presented today (no kidding) I have a better idea of just what it means to be an academic. And I know I’m not one of them.
Please say a little prayer for me tomorrow as it’s my turn to present my research… 26 glorious pages on employee engagement, control mutuality and dialogic communication. Some of these PhD’s may eat me alive, and I think they’re going to enjoy it.
Also say a prayer that I don’t die of starvation. I’m not a picky eater… the only thing I don’t eat is fish and cheesecake. Guess what they served for lunch… fish and cheesecake. Which  meant that all I got were a few bites of powdered mashed potatoes and some zucchini. By early afternoon, I started a desperate search of our hotel for anything edible. I was told by an employee that there was NOTHING for me to eat. No candy bar, no spare cookie, no hamburger at the grill… apparently I’m staying in the only hotel in America without even a vending machine. I pleaded with the gal, telling her I would pay for the food, if they could just find me SOMETHING. Maybe I looked like I was about to break down, because she eventually left and came back with a slightly-smashed nutra-grain bar. She probably dug it out of her purse. Bless her. 
Back to the adventure… I guess I’ll go learn something.

Overpacker

I leave tomorrow for Miami. It’s so fun to have some ask in passing, “Any fun plans for the weekend?” and I get to say, “Oh, just a little trip to Miami.” You know, because I do this all the time.

(grin)
I started packing at 10:00 tonight. I’m going for a 2-day conference, so logically I’m packing five work outfits. My professor told me to prepare for “business casual.” I still don’t really know what that means, so I’m bringing casual, SOMEWHAT casual, and NOT AT ALL casual. Hopefully somewhere in there is an acceptable outfit. If not, I hear there’s a mall nearby.

Time to build a bunker

I find this story to be incredibly disturbing… anytime folks talk about over-throwing the government and creating a new rule of law, I get a bit nervous. Maybe I’m overreacting…

by Shelby Endman / CNN

(CNN) — A floating city off the coast of San Francisco may sound like science fiction, but it could be reality in the not-too-distant future.

The Seasteading Institute has drawn up plans for a floating city off the coast of San Francisco.

The Seasteading Institute has drawn up plans for a floating city off the coast of San Francisco.

The Seasteading Institute already has drawn up plans for the construction of a homestead on the Pacific Ocean.

One project engineer described the prototype as similar to a cruise ship, but from a distance the cities might look like oil-drilling platforms.

According to the plans, the floating cities would not only look different from their land-based counterparts, but they might operate differently, too.

Patri Friedman, a former Google engineer who now works for the Seasteading Institute, said floating cities are the perfect places to experiment with new forms of government.

Some of the new political ideas the group is tossing around include legalizing marijuana and making intellectual property communal — so that everyone would take ownership in art produced on the city at sea.

“The idea isn’t just about getting away from rules or getting rid of rules. It’s about a system that encourages experimentation with different political systems,” he said.

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Friedman said the floating city may be built in modular pieces so that city blocks and neighborhoods can be recombined to create new urban layouts.

The idea of building cities on the sea is not new, he said, but the Seasteading Institute has come closer to realizing the goal than others.

“A lot of people over the past hundred plus years have had this idea and even specifically building cities on the ocean to try out new forms of government,” he said. “But they’ve pretty much been totally imagined and if they did try, they totally failed.”

There are several unknowns about future attempts to create floating cities, said Christian Cermelli, an engineer and architect with Marine Innovation and Technology, based in San Francisco.

Cermelli, who is part of a team of designers creating a blueprint for the first seastead, said it’s unclear if construction is possible — or what it would cost.

Still, a prototype for the idea may be finished in as little as three years, he said.

Friedman said seasteads are loosely based on oil rigs, but with important modifications.

“We care more about sunlight and open space, so the specifications are different,” he said. “Also, oil platforms are fixed in place. We think it’s important to have more modular cities. So you would build a city out of buildings that can actually be separated and rearranged.”

Cermelli said the ocean cities may use technology from suspension bridges “to expand the space at sea and basically get a roomier platform.”

Friedman says the idea of seasteading has met a range of reactions.

“Some people think we’re crazy. A lot of people think we’re crazy,” he said. “Some people think terrible things could happen, others think it would be great.”

About 600 people have joined the Seasteading Institute.

Some of them, like Gayle Young, say the idea is exciting partly because it’s so different.

“I love the idea because it’s audacious. It’s big,” she said. “It’s about pushing frontiers.” 

Soon

My friends, I promise to do better on my posts this week. I should have some spare time since I’ll be spending most of my week in a hotel in MIAMI! I’ve been to Florida several times, but never to Miami, and you know how much I love to travel. I’ll be presenting my research paper at the International Public Relations Research Conference, and in my spare time I’ll probably sit in the back of the conference and stalk people on Facebook with my new iPhone while doing my best to look like I’m listening. Oh how I love traveling! And oh how I especially love FREE trips!

In the meantime, here’s a few photos from a fantastic bachelorette party this weekend. We sat on the rooftop of my favorite restaurant in the whole world and enjoyed one of the most beautiful evenings of the year.

Taylor will make it all better

It’s such a downer when I write about how stressed I am because of school. I’ve been back in school for three years now, and juggling that, along with work and the 100 other things I try to do is simply exhausting. I’m a bit burned out. But I’m only three classes from graduating, so I will continue to plug along until I either finish, or marry an independently wealthy Baptist minister. If that happens, I’m going to QUIT school and become a “lady who lunches.” Keep your fingers crossed, please.

This week was particularly stressful after I realized I will have  two 20-page papers due the same week in April, a deadline that is furiously approaching. The panic started to build up to near intolerable levels, until I found my new coping mechanism. Some people take up smoking, or drinking, or hard living.
I’ve taken up Taylor Swift.
On my way to and from class, when I’m having a particularly stressful day, I roll down my windows in my car and belt out Taylor Swift songs at the top of my lungs. Usually I include hand motions and fist pumps through my sunroof. For a few minutes, I forget my deadlines and become Rock Star Bethe. It’s fantastic. And freeing. 
I swear I sound just like her. But just like Cinderella, whose coach turned into a pumpkin at midnight, the minute I leave my car I go back to being tone-deaf and untalented. If you want to see a show, I guess you’ll have to hitch a ride!

Lines a guy should never utter

Tonight’s Bachelor finale deserves a much better post… but it’s late, and I’m tired, so all I can do is squeeze out a quick venting session…

Tonight’s show exemplified everything I hate about certain kinds of guys (of course, not any of the ones who read THIS blog). You know the kind… the ones who feed you lines about how awesome you are, and then suddenly have a “change of heart.” The following are lines uttered by Jason on tonight’s show that NO guy should ever utter when in a committed relationship… because it’s a cop-out.
“I have to follow my heart.”
“My feelings changed.”
“I can’t have any regrets. Even if it hurts those around me.”
“I can’t help what I’m feeling.”
“You’re a very sweet girl… BUT…”
I can imagine hearing Mr. Bachelor saying these same things to his wife in a few years. “I’m sorry, honey, I know you didn’t want me to cheat on you, but I had to follow my heart. My feelings have just changed. And I can’t have regrets… even if it may hurt those around me. I just can’t help what I’m feeling. You’re such a fantastic girl… but… the other girl was really HOT.”
Yep. I hate the Bachelor. Why did I waste my time watching this?

It’s a Blur

What a weekend this was… here’s my attempt at a brief wrap-up…

–I worked my favorite marathon all afternoon on Friday. It was a blast–I have grown to really love this race and the people who work it with me. I find runners to be a fascinating breed, I’m intrigued by their ability to sacrifice and push themselves harder than should be humanly possible to run 26 miles. And I love that my race is a chance for people to accomplish a goal, whatever the distance, whether it’s a 5k or an ultra-marathon. Getting to work with this organization is such a cool perk of my job. I spent most of the day Friday handing out t-shirts and answering the same question over and over and over… “No, sorry, the goodie bags are for pre-registered runners only.”  Back off, people. There are reasons to register early!
–I coordinated and hosted my annual work gala Saturday night. I wish I could post pictures, because it looked like an absolute dream, but I don’t like to put work stuff on here. If you know me and want to see a photo, I’ll email you one. Just know that it looked just like a scene out of a movie… a room that looked like a rustic old barn, covered in twinkle lights, with table centerpieces that sat 10 feet tall with lanterns and floating candles hanging from it. It was gorgeous. And I’m so glad we went western so I get to wear my comfy cowboy boots instead of my standard stilettos. Whoever thought of that (me) was a very smart person (me). 
–Today I visited an old friend in the hospital. I seem to be making too many trips to the hospital these days, but this one was particularly fun because my friend is feeling much better (she goes home tomorrow!) and I had fun friends come with me. It was a good day.

David’s Bridal still stinks

In case you’re keeping up with the wedding dress saga…

The Evil David’s Bridal came back today to say that they will order Sister Lindsay another new dress (this is her THIRD new dress, in case you’re counting), and it will take at least a week to come in. After that, they’re not sure if they’ll give her free alterations or not. If they’re not in the mood, I guess we’re out of luck. 
Uggh. Why can’t people just take responsibility for their mistakes and do the right thing? How hard would it be for them to say, “We’re really sorry that we made this part of your wedding 100 times more stressful than it needed to be. And so, to make it up to you, because we as a company want to do the right thing, we will alter your dress for free. After all, we did fail at the alterations three times before. And we bled on your dress. And ripped a few holes in. And David’s Bridal is better than that, and we stand behind our products.”
But no. Apparently the Evil David’s Bridal doesn’t worry about providing quality work, even though they like to charge quality prices.