The Next Chapter

Looking at that title, you are probably thinking that this entry is going to be about graduating from college or something. Well, sorry to disappoint, but that is not what got me to blog. Rather, this is the next chapter in my saga with Microsoft’s Live Search Club.

It was brought to my attention a few days ago that Microsoft had once again put the Zune on the list of prizes for Club Live participants. This made me wonder if they were no longer out of stock, which they had previously claimed. So, I decided that this would be an opportune time to email them once again about the status of my order. I emailed Club Live on Friday, and to my great surprise, I got a response today. It said:

Dear Live Search Club Participant,

Thank you for contacting Live Search Club Support. We are pleased to announce we have your backordered prize back in stock and will be shipping soon. We are shipping out within the next 3 weeks, when your item ships you will receive your 2nd confirmation e-mail will any necessary shipping and tracking information.

Kind Regards,

Live Search Club Support

The first thing I noticed that set this email apart from the others I have received is that there is nothing ominous about it. It doesn’t say “if we decide you aren’t the scum of the earth” or anything like it. This has gotten me pretty hopeful that I may indeed receive a soon.


The Value of Expertise

I have a confession: I don’t actually know anything, and I’m not a good writer.

Nevertheless, I do have quite a few ideas for research or opinion papers. Currently I’m working on an article discussing how our modern society places so much emphasis on expertise (technological in particular) that we diregard and brush off individuals who don’t meet the ever-changing needs of, or who are not able to adapt to, our technological world — namely, the elderly. In most cultures the elderly have (at least traditionally) been respected, revered, honored. They are valued for their life knowledge and experience, and typically accepted as having greater wisdom than the youth. Not so in our modern world; the aged are seen as doddering, senile, and incompetent.

Someday, when I know something and can write, I’ll post my little article for you to read. In the meantime, what’s your opinion on the subject (of expertise and aging, not my writing skills!)?

Clean House and Nutella…

…But where are all the people?

Um, so remember that one time I decided to be in charge of a book club? …Apparently, you and I are the only ones who remember.

I understand that it’s a busy time of year. I understand that it was confusing to postpone March’s discussion until April 10. I’m busy myself, and I just realized a few days ago that our meeting was coming up. But…I did remember, I did clean my house (well, really, the Romgi cleaned and I wandered around looking for some trash to throw away), I did prepare all the background information and author biography I was asked to provide, and…here it is an hour past starting time, and I’m sitting in my apartment, all alone. (Sigh…)

[Sidenote: do you guys know the song about the petunia in the onion patch? You do now, right?]

So this is my frustration. I had a really difficult time getting anyone to choose a book for April’s discussion – I sent out three emails before someone finally replied that “I just don’t think anyone wanted the pressure of picking the book!” I’m fairly certain that the reason I sent the email in the first place was because I didn’t want the pressure, especially two months in a row in addition to hosting. Two more emails, and one brave soul suggested a title. Hallelujah. Unfortunately, I’m beginning to see (very clearly) why our ward’s book club has not thrived.

What’s this? Someone just came by! Granted, it was an hour late, and she just came by briefly to see how things were going…it was kind of considerate though, wasn’t it? She advised me to put another announcement in the Relief Society bulletin and send out an email reminding people the day before.

Now that is what I wanted to write about. Here’s what I’ve been thinking for the last hour: These are grown women, and I am not their mother. I should not have to send note after note for 2 weeks reminding them of one meeting. If they want to sign up for something, it’s their job to make sure they actually go. I did send a reminder within the last 5 days — which, I now realize, is just not good enough. But…when I had to reschedule our March discussion at the last minute, I wrote a quick email explaining and asking people to reply so I knew they had gotten the message. Five of the six responses said, in different words, “Oh, alright, that’s great actually because I was busy tonight anyway and couldn’t come.” I also put a sign (and a pen) on my front door (for those who did not get the email) asking them to leave their name so I could contact them with rescheduling information. No one put their name. Did word get around on the ward grapevine quickly? Who knows. What I do know is that the majority of the club was not planning on coming that night. I probably would have met with something similar to tonight’s “discussion” had I not postponed. That’s pretty disappointing to me.

So there’s my rambling. To cheer myself up I had two big pieces of toast with Nutella. Mmm.

I feel much better now.