Recently I have reading a little bit about online businesses, mainly through TalkBiz by Paul Myers. It is an interesting free online newsletter that gives out pointers on starting, and growing online businesses. The news-letter advocates a 'hands-off' method of generating income through online endeavors. Of course lots of work is involved although I write 'hands-off.' What I mean by 'hands off' is that the newsletter keeps you informed on strategies of reducing your workload and maximizing your 'bang for the buck' if you will. If anything, the newsletter and the initial free "Need to Know" guide for online businesses are at least entertaining and inspiring.
Mysterious description? Well, try it yourself, you'll see.
I think that counts as a new hobby (makes a tick mark on her list). Although I am not even considering making money online yet, I see that there are many opportunities. I like that I can dream about the possibilities. There are no boundaries online--people do not know you and cannot make you conform. You can recreate yourself--like moving to a new place.
For example, at a whim I could scrap this blog, and create another in its place about a completely different topic. . .
Right now, as TalkBiz says, I am creating a 'sandbox', a little blog where I can play around with ideas and figure out how things work online. If something comes of it, great; if it doesn't amount to much, there is no loss and I will have learned a little more about online business.
Yay!
Monday, June 18, 2012
Sunday, August 21, 2011
St. Kitts
Brown out-everything stops but the mosquitoes, blog time. You can hear the music from the neighbors who are likewise cooped, and likely gathered for a drink.
This place is something! Travel to the Caribbean for a trip. Lately, I've gotten to meet some very great people. It's nice because the whole place is small-town and very friendly. The latest are the Rastas. I can't generalize-I met 2. They are the chillest persons on the island (even sober). Talking to them puts you in a calm mood and at home. I've had people tell me this about me, but now I know what they are talking about. I feel kin to these people, and I'll try to learn some more about them.
Work is work. I've been learning and exploring diagnostic imaging. I enjoy it a lot and hope to continue. Different, and fantastic, education from what I would have gotten in the states. A big role as a TA, and creating powerpoints, and doing research. Many interesting cases and opportunities to work with a variety of species.
Life is life ! Fridays are for liming. Hop a bus (large souped up vans that drive like mad) in the afternoon, and you'll hear the latest dancehall music blaring-not only from the bus, but from every street corner. Don't be surprised that you'll take a stop for the bus driver to pay for some delicious barbecue chicken from his (not seen a lady driver yet) window. Take a nap, and it's time to go out-and party until the sunrise. This weekend, we took it easy and left at 3am. There was a birthday celebration on Saturday.
People are born dancing in this country. I had a 4 year old teach me some MOVES! It's all about the hips/butt. Take your average dance move and add some booty into it, and you're set. You can't avoid the music, nor the dance, and why would you?
Lights on, time to read some ultrasound texts!
This place is something! Travel to the Caribbean for a trip. Lately, I've gotten to meet some very great people. It's nice because the whole place is small-town and very friendly. The latest are the Rastas. I can't generalize-I met 2. They are the chillest persons on the island (even sober). Talking to them puts you in a calm mood and at home. I've had people tell me this about me, but now I know what they are talking about. I feel kin to these people, and I'll try to learn some more about them.
Work is work. I've been learning and exploring diagnostic imaging. I enjoy it a lot and hope to continue. Different, and fantastic, education from what I would have gotten in the states. A big role as a TA, and creating powerpoints, and doing research. Many interesting cases and opportunities to work with a variety of species.
Life is life ! Fridays are for liming. Hop a bus (large souped up vans that drive like mad) in the afternoon, and you'll hear the latest dancehall music blaring-not only from the bus, but from every street corner. Don't be surprised that you'll take a stop for the bus driver to pay for some delicious barbecue chicken from his (not seen a lady driver yet) window. Take a nap, and it's time to go out-and party until the sunrise. This weekend, we took it easy and left at 3am. There was a birthday celebration on Saturday.
People are born dancing in this country. I had a 4 year old teach me some MOVES! It's all about the hips/butt. Take your average dance move and add some booty into it, and you're set. You can't avoid the music, nor the dance, and why would you?
Lights on, time to read some ultrasound texts!
Saturday, July 9, 2011
The Penguin has Landed
Another mango hits my roof as I hide in the mosquito net arranged over my bed. I am staying at an awe-inspiring accommodation. I've been told people here will rip you off every chance you get. I'm cat-sitting for someone, and they offered me a "deal" by having me pay $700/month. I backed out of that one, but I am still paying rent to cat sit. Which is no prob, cats are like nothing. And now I can live like a princess.
All in all, I could only find 6 bites on me, but I'm pretty sure one bite was directly on my eye!
Sunday: the last day of my summer vacation. Vacation is hard to come by these days-so I tried to make the most of it, but that's difficult in place that I don't know and with people I don't know in a country I'm not too sure about. I'm waiting it out 'till orientation tomorrow.
I did get a tour or all that is hip to do. Go down to the Marriott hotel (to walk on the beach its on and shop at the overpriced shops), go to one of the cafés, drive to some of the beaches that we'll play volleyball on.
Finally I went on my first grocery shopping trip. The students weren't kidding-a few essential groceries, some shampoo and some tupperware-80 USD!! What a heart attack! I plan on leaving this beautiful abode (in Sept.) for much smaller quarters that are complete with ducks and a garden, a mountain and an ocean view.
All in all, I could only find 6 bites on me, but I'm pretty sure one bite was directly on my eye!
Sunday: the last day of my summer vacation. Vacation is hard to come by these days-so I tried to make the most of it, but that's difficult in place that I don't know and with people I don't know in a country I'm not too sure about. I'm waiting it out 'till orientation tomorrow.
I did get a tour or all that is hip to do. Go down to the Marriott hotel (to walk on the beach its on and shop at the overpriced shops), go to one of the cafés, drive to some of the beaches that we'll play volleyball on.
Finally I went on my first grocery shopping trip. The students weren't kidding-a few essential groceries, some shampoo and some tupperware-80 USD!! What a heart attack! I plan on leaving this beautiful abode (in Sept.) for much smaller quarters that are complete with ducks and a garden, a mountain and an ocean view.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Prepare for Takeoff
Here I go.
I've visited some of the cool people in my life and I'm off to
a new page of my life. Nothing like an internship in the middle of nowhere to teach you what really matters in life. So this next year for me is meant to set things straight. Collect all the things that I deem essential-friends, good food, sanity. I will miss you all-you know who you are (especially if I didn't get to say goodbye).
I've gotten to visit Davis and Ashland in the past week. My strategy of buying additional essentials in these cities has backfired, with me ending up with 3 more pairs of shoes/sandals than I anticipated, and at least a few new dresses, and a few items of non-essential clothing. I definitely cannot help it. And everything is cute to the very last non-essential item.
Aside from the shopping, it's great to be back on the West Coast. Running into the hippies, and the tattoos, the sexually liberal that make the area spectacular. I took the time to take some extra bike-friendly photos to hammer in the bike-hugger attitude here. In Indiana, I was yelled at at least 5 times by people in cars. My location on the street/sidewalk did not matter. People would straight-up yell angrily at me and my poor Sabine (http://www.nickbantock.com/Gryphon/Griffin_and_Sabine.html). Today I toodled around with Cristina's Fuji bike-a pretty sweet thing. What happens? A resounding "Hells yeah!!!" from the athletic gentlemen in the SUV. That's right-welcome to Ashland.
There were a couple of big fails out here as well. I took the Greyhound from Davis to Ashland
. Well, the bus does not stop in Ashland, and drives straight past to Medford. To get to Ashland, you need to wait for the bus going in the opposite direction. In my case, they wanted me to wait 5 hours for a 20 minute commute!! So I took the local bus.
I've visited some of the cool people in my life and I'm off to
a new page of my life. Nothing like an internship in the middle of nowhere to teach you what really matters in life. So this next year for me is meant to set things straight. Collect all the things that I deem essential-friends, good food, sanity. I will miss you all-you know who you are (especially if I didn't get to say goodbye).I've gotten to visit Davis and Ashland in the past week. My strategy of buying additional essentials in these cities has backfired, with me ending up with 3 more pairs of shoes/sandals than I anticipated, and at least a few new dresses, and a few items of non-essential clothing. I definitely cannot help it. And everything is cute to the very last non-essential item.
Aside from the shopping, it's great to be back on the West Coast. Running into the hippies, and the tattoos, the sexually liberal that make the area spectacular. I took the time to take some extra bike-friendly photos to hammer in the bike-hugger attitude here. In Indiana, I was yelled at at least 5 times by people in cars. My location on the street/sidewalk did not matter. People would straight-up yell angrily at me and my poor Sabine (http://www.nickbantock.com/Gryphon/Griffin_and_Sabine.html). Today I toodled around with Cristina's Fuji bike-a pretty sweet thing. What happens? A resounding "Hells yeah!!!" from the athletic gentlemen in the SUV. That's right-welcome to Ashland.
There were a couple of big fails out here as well. I took the Greyhound from Davis to Ashland
. Well, the bus does not stop in Ashland, and drives straight past to Medford. To get to Ashland, you need to wait for the bus going in the opposite direction. In my case, they wanted me to wait 5 hours for a 20 minute commute!! So I took the local bus.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Porkolt
It's been half a year since I blogged, busy with work is my usual excuse. But a lot has happened, and I cannot say that I've been fulfilling my goals. I think I will make it a point to do something today-like blog about what I've accomplished.
Here is an international dish I have made-now many times. It is pretty freaking awesome, but none as good as the first time I made it. Which means I should follow the recipe more often. http://hungarystartshere.blogspot.com/2007/11/prklt-stew.html
The recipe is pretty simple, and I learned a couple of things from it:
caraway=fennel
marjoram=oregano
So you juuust might have those ingredients afterall. . . .
Speaking to the woman who taught me the recipe-who is in Hungary, by the way, I learned that the onions should be cut smaller (minced), and the dish should look more 'red.' I tried adding a ton of paprika to the dish, but it just seemed gritty. Maybe more oil would take the color from the Paprika that's already in the pot? Let me know if you find out.
Here is an international dish I have made-now many times. It is pretty freaking awesome, but none as good as the first time I made it. Which means I should follow the recipe more often. http://hungarystartshere.blogspot.com/2007/11/prklt-stew.html
The recipe is pretty simple, and I learned a couple of things from it:
caraway=fennel
marjoram=oregano
So you juuust might have those ingredients afterall. . . .
Speaking to the woman who taught me the recipe-who is in Hungary, by the way, I learned that the onions should be cut smaller (minced), and the dish should look more 'red.' I tried adding a ton of paprika to the dish, but it just seemed gritty. Maybe more oil would take the color from the Paprika that's already in the pot? Let me know if you find out.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
East by Midwest
So, I'm not much of a biker, compared to the 
average Davis-ite. But now here I am in the Midwest. I refused to live further than a bike-ride from work. I even chatted to the friendly bike-shop people about the dirth of bike racks on campus. But when it comes down to it, I've never worked on my own bike. I pawned past projects on others who needed to borrow a bike. So it made my list to learn to fix mine.
A great guy, who's rommate screwed me over for housing (rant), gave me an awesome old-fashioned road-bike, that I love already, though I haven't ridden her much. My first love of a bike. I popped an inner tube on my first effort to commute to work :( and today, with the help of a roomie, I changed it out! Ha, no prob, it went w/out a hitch, except I bought the wrong inner tube initially, thinking that Target must have all the imaginable sizes of inner tubes, and that my bike tire must be mistaken. 26 x 1" with the tricky air pump opening. Go figure. I knew they were really thin from my former Davis life.
No bike-lanes on the bridge to cross the river. It's probably pretty dangerous to bike around here. A friend will mail my helmet soon. This life, I will wear it. Getting used to going so fast. And learned what a hill was. But in reality, Lafayette is flat. Almost killed a tree today (see pic). They need more bike racks is all I have to say. You think I would have killed more trees by now. . .
average Davis-ite. But now here I am in the Midwest. I refused to live further than a bike-ride from work. I even chatted to the friendly bike-shop people about the dirth of bike racks on campus. But when it comes down to it, I've never worked on my own bike. I pawned past projects on others who needed to borrow a bike. So it made my list to learn to fix mine.
A great guy, who's rommate screwed me over for housing (rant), gave me an awesome old-fashioned road-bike, that I love already, though I haven't ridden her much. My first love of a bike. I popped an inner tube on my first effort to commute to work :( and today, with the help of a roomie, I changed it out! Ha, no prob, it went w/out a hitch, except I bought the wrong inner tube initially, thinking that Target must have all the imaginable sizes of inner tubes, and that my bike tire must be mistaken. 26 x 1" with the tricky air pump opening. Go figure. I knew they were really thin from my former Davis life.
No bike-lanes on the bridge to cross the river. It's probably pretty dangerous to bike around here. A friend will mail my helmet soon. This life, I will wear it. Getting used to going so fast. And learned what a hill was. But in reality, Lafayette is flat. Almost killed a tree today (see pic). They need more bike racks is all I have to say. You think I would have killed more trees by now. . .
So, busy busy internship. I have tried to make a start at these tasks, and considering my messy move to Indiana, I think I did alright. I probably stretched for 3 days in 1 week, but I won't count that 'till I keep track. I commuted to school for the first time, fixed my popped inner tube all on my own (w/Betsy's guidance) and am about to post some thank-you notes by snail-mail. I even chatted up the nice folks at the bicycle shop (Virtuous Cycles) (they noted the similarity in name to Bike Church). Haven't done much, but I'm ready for the weekend!
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