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All multi-tasking, no breathing just makes a mess

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I am a writer. I am an editor. I am the person other people call, several times each day, saying, “Do you have a minute to take a look at something?” Or, “What’s another word for ‘relevant’?” Or, “Can you fix this sentence? I’m stuck.”

That’s me. So glad that four years of J-school and 12 years of newspaper copy-editing and ad agency copy writing aren’t going to waste here in private industry. Really glad. Especially when I make a mistake.

Ai-yee, I have always hated mistakes, especially mistakes in print. We used to post-mortem each issue of the weekly newspapers where I was the editorial designer. Every error, every typo, every missed photo credit – 34 years later, I still remember those meetings and shudder. Now, on the web, mistakes are in pixels instead of points. But the parameters of the destruction are so much wider in web publishing. With the increased expectation that writers will be capable of independent self-editing comes tighter deadlines, bigger audiences. Ai-yee. Today, I hate mistakes even more than I did in print.

So here’s my post-mortem of yesterday’s work:

  1. I revised a cover letter I’d written two weeks ago and then .pdf’d it and emailed it to a prospective freelance writing client – complete with not one, but TWO typos.
  2. I asked my online editor why a piece I’d written hadn’t made its usual featured spot – trying not to sound righteously angry, but probably failing on that score. Editor: I don’t know, but if you let me know in advance I can fix the placement. I chalk it up to the cost of doing business – some days I won’t get the feature – and I move on. Until I look at my editorial calendar. I’d headlined the piece “Free rabies shot clinic tonight.” When I proofed it before hitting ‘publish’, I realized that the clinic was on Tuesday. I edited the article to correct the date – but never changed the headline, and published it early Monday morning, instead of holding it for the correct day (Tuesday.)
  3. I incorrectly listed a yogurt manufacturer’s production state. Corrected it when I found the error – and the content provider’s website never took the edit.

=sigh=  Third time (wrong) is the charm that breaks the curse, right? Three disasters – now I’m done for awhile?

I think I need that intervention for women who keep trying to do too much.

No more multi-tasking, no publishing tonight. I am going to meditate, do a yoga pose, and go to bed.

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Watching the Kentucky Derby with my dad

On Derby Day (May 1), I made it home from my Saturday errands in the late afternoon. I fed the dogs, but although it was a beautiful central New York afternoon, I didn’t take them on a longer walk. I went inside, and turned on the TV. I watched the Kentucky Derby – a race full of slop and rain and mud – and I remembered my dad.

May 2 was my dad’s birthday. He would have been 83 years old. He died on Friday, March 23, 2007, just six weeks before his 80th birthday.

My dad was a difficult man to live with and a difficult man to love. He was a diamond seller by day, but for all of his life he was first and last a horseman. He was a lifetime member of the Limestone Creek Hunt Club. For most of my pre-teen years, he had a second job as the steward at Vernon Downs, a local harness racing track, where he started every race (before they had electric, autostart gates.) Later, when my dad was in his 70s and before the dementia made it difficult for him to focus, he partnered with his old track cronies to train their horses for them.

I don’t think he ever got his trainer’s license in NY state, but even 15 years ago, you could co-train a horse at a NY track as long as a licensed trainer was also listed on the entry. Dad owned and resold thoroughbred crosses as heavy hunters – big horses designed to carry big men in the cross country over fences sport of foxhunting. But he always kept an interest in and owned a few standardbreds, and he raced a few trotters and pacers (mostly pacers.) I have memories of meeting my dad at the track to watch one of his first co-trained fillies run. My brother Jeff came in from out-of-state and dad teased me that Jeff beat me to the track even though he’d had a 15-hour drive and I was only an hour away.

I used to joke that I grew up on the backstretch – not really true, since I was probably only at the track a dozen times between age 5 and age 10. But I have very clear memories of those barns and the track atmosphere. My first pony was a stable pony bought from a trainer at the track (as was my first goat – but that’s another story.) When I was very young – five or six years old – I was discovered hand-feeding a tough horse named Night Flight, a horse with a reputation as a bad actor in the barn. But he was gently with me, and later when he came to Fayetteville to live in our off-track barn, Night Flight and I became good friends. The stable help found him difficult, but I could groom him and muck his stall without arguments (it might have been the apples I always carried.) At any rate, Night Flight helped me discover that working with animals might just be my secret superpower.

When I was a kid, Kentucky Derby Day was an event in the Steer house. My dad worked at the jewelry store on Saturdays, but he was always home in time to watch the Derby, and then the Preakness, and finally the Belmont Stakes. I used to be able to name all of the Triple Crown winners and all of their jockeys. Watching the Derby (or any race) with my dad was a ritual. We’d check the racing form, watch the horses parade to the paddock, check the jockeys’ and trainers’ records. Was the horse a mudder? Was he carrying extra weight? If the horse was a filly, could she handle the distance? Would a fast horse break away too soon and then fade in the backstretch?

The night before the Derby, everyone had to pick a horse. No betting, of course, but always a spirited discussion of who we picked, and why, and congratulations if our horse was in the money.

And even with him gone, I still watch the Kentucky Derby. For my dad. Maybe with my dad, in one of the only ways we could ever share anything without a fight. When the first notes of “My Old Kentucky Home” rise up to accompany the post parade, I remember derby days from years past, and somehow all the other interactions with my father fade when I remember how he picked his horses, evaluated his jockeys, and watched the race.

This race helped me remember a happier time with you. Happy Birthday, Dad.

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Loving and hating technology

Palm TX

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Last week and this weekend I realized that I have a love-hate relationship with my Blackberry Tour smartphone.

I love that I can access the web anywhere that I have a cell phone signal. It means that train rides, cheap hotels without wi-fi and camping trips do not have to take me off the web.

But I hate that my smart phone is NOT, and I do mean NOT, a fully-functional hand-held digital assistant in the same way that several models of Palm personal digital assistants have been. My smart phone is NOT a PDA – and I miss the PDA functions that used to make my life easier.

When I got my first Palm IIIxe PDA in 2001, I discovered that I could write on it with its included stylus – and magically, my stroke-altered scrawl was turned into legible on-screen letters. Even more magic – when I popped the IIIxe into its cradle and hit the Sync button, I sent those scrawled notes directly to my PC – where they became memos, and task lists, databases and Microsoft Word docs. With my little electronic extra brain cells, I only had to write things down one time. Once written, the information could be read on the PDA and synched to my PC(s). From there it could be re-written, edited, emailed, categorized and saved a dozen ways.

I fell in love. I became the Palm subject matter expert at work. I bought second-hand, reconditioned PDAs and loaned them to other techs, converting a couple to PDA users over time. My PDA was always at my side or in my purse. I hadn’t taken notes on paper for nearly a decade – but I’d used and retired a Palm IIIxe, Palm m500, Palm m505, Tungsten E and my first Tungsten E2.

And then my phone died. And my second Tungsten E2 was getting quirky – the touch-screen sometimes blanked on me and the date-time would reset for no reason. I decided it was time to jump into the ‘convergence’ between PDAs and smart phones that tech writers had been singing about for years. My next phone would be a smart phone. Only my phone coverage lives with Verizon Wireless. No iPhone. Palm smart phones were being retired. It was Blackberry, or the new Droids. I decided to go Blackberry, a name that had a long history in multi-tasking smart phones.

And as I said, I mostly like the Tour. But I *hate* that I cannot write directly on my smartphone with a little stylus. I miss Graffitti. I miss scrawling down quick notes, and I miss being able to take notes in a meeting directly in my PDA. I hate tapping out a note with my thumbs on the included keyboard. The keyboard works for contacts. It sucks for writing. The Tour is not alone in sucking as a writing tool. No smart phone can do what my little Palm PDAs were able to do for a decade – allow me to write, in something like handwriting, and record my thoughts as fast as I can think them.

I am back to taking notes in a paper notebook, and then struggling to read my notes and retyping them into outlines, task lists, emails, Word docs and blog posts. Why? Because Palm no longer *makes* PDAs. And my Tungsten E2 is still being a little too  fruity to rely on it any longer. I will have to go to the eBay resellers and see what I can find reconditioned, or maybe I will be lucky enough to score another new-in-box Palm PDA that I can give a good home.

Yeah, I’ve seen an iPad. I want a real keyboard and I want to be able to write on the screen. I own a 9″ netbook which I love – but I don’t want to carry all 2.2 lbs. of my netbook with me at all times – I want the 4-5 oz. I devote to a phone to also be a funcitonal PDA.

If convergence means I can’t write on my phone’s screen, then I want my Palm PDA back. And I want my PDA to be able to make phone calls and surf the web. We have the technology. Why can’t we make our smart phones into true personal digital assistants? Things we can really write on? Please.

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March madness – and shining moments

Capitol Building Washington DC
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March.
Colorectal cancer awareness month.
NCAA basketball tournaments.
And health care reform legislation.
These are a few of the mad and shining moments in my life right now.

I’ve been away from the blog because I’ve been *living* my life out loud, and it’s been a heckuva time these last 10 days.

First things first – I am pretty sure that some of the point guards on the SU basketball team could hit a three-point shot from Syracuse TO Salt Lake City. But I’m really glad they’ll actually be IN Salt Lake before they have to try. And I’m really glad Cornell will be playing it’s berth in the Sweet 16 right here at home in central NY, in the Carrier Dome.
But enough of that madness. ;)

I spent last week in DC, lobbying with the Colorectal Cancer Coalition (C3) for representatives to co-sponsor and senators to support with a Senate version Texas Republican Kay Granger’s H.R. 1189 and Oklahoma Democrat Dan Boren’s H.R. 1330. These bills will (respectively) increase access to colorectal cancer screening and treatment, and close loopholes that permit private and group insurers to deny coverage for colonoscopies. We were also asking for an increase in funding for fiscal year 2011 for the Department of Defense’s Peer Reviewed Cancer Research Program, which this year began to fund colorectal cancer research. Learning how to lobby, how to make your voice as effective as possible was an intense experience I hope to repeat next year – but more about that in another post.

And then yesterday, the U.S. House of Representatives stepped up and passed legislation which, after reconciliation with the Senate bill passed in December, 2009, will make health care reform a reality in the U.S. This is the take on that vote, from the Drug Industry Association Daily Briefing:

House Passes Healthcare Reform Measure By 219-212 Tally.
In what media reports and analyses are casting as a historic development and a major win for President Obama, the House Sunday night passed the Senate-approved healthcare reform measure by 219-212. The AP (3/22) notes that after passing the bill, the House proceeded to approve “key changes” to it, “part of a prearranged agreement to guarantee passage of the historic legislation. The changes passed by a 220-211 vote. That bill now goes to the Senate for final approval, where it only requires a simple majority to pass.”
Most stories are describing the bill in largely favorable terms — and the vote as a triumph of the political system as a whole. The vote, reports USA Today (3/22, Wolf, Fritze), “assured that about 32 million Americans will gain health insurance coverage, and millions more will win protections against losing theirs.” The Los Angeles Times (3/22, Levey, Hook, Silva, Muskal) reports that “House Democratic leaders proved they could hold the majority caucus together,” though “thirty-four Democrats opposed the bill, as did all Republicans.” An AP (3/22, Woodward) story observes, “Rarely does the government, that big, clumsy, poorly regarded oaf, pull off anything short of war that touches all lives with one act, one stroke of a president’s pen. Such a moment has come.”
It was, Bloomberg News (3/22, Litvan, Rowley, Jensen) notes, “the most sweeping US healthcare legislation in four decades,” and “the biggest victory yet for…Obama.”
The Los Angeles Times (3/22, Nicholas) reports, “Rarely does a president bet everything on a single card, but…Obama did it on healthcare,” and “what became clear in the…debate is that Obama is a president with a combative stubbornness, one that was not often visible in his cool, above-the-fray public demeanor.”
In a front-page story, the New York Times (3/22, A1, Bernard) reports, “The uninsured are clearly the biggest beneficiaries of the legislation, which would extend the healthcare safety net for the lowest-income Americans.” Meanwhile, “for people already covered by a large employer — most Americans, in other words — the effect would not be as significant. And yet, just about everyone might benefit from tighter insurance regulations.” The Times adds, “There is no question that the legislation should benefit consumers in various ways.” In a separate front-page story, the New York Times (3/22, A1, Pear, Herszenhorn) notes that “Democrats hailed the vote as historic, comparable to the establishment of Medicare and Social Security and a long overdue step forward in social justice.”
McClatchy (3/22, Doyle) reports that “Pelosi has already made the history books, and now she’s written a new chapter in wielding power.” The vote, says The Hill (3/22, Cusack), “showed…why she is one of the most powerful Speakers in history.” Pelosi “achieved what some thought what was impossible after Scott Brown’s victory in Massachusetts two months ago.”
McClatchy (3/22, Lightman, Douglas) reports that “within a year, insurers” will “be barred from denying coverage to children because of pre-existing conditions, imposing lifetime limits on coverage and dropping people from coverage when they get sick.” The bill also “provides more help with insurance premiums for lower- and middle-income consumers and expands Medicaid funding to states.” Politico (3/22, O’Connor) reports that it was “a legislative landmark Sunday night that has eluded generations of lawmakers” — one that provides a “climatic finale to a yearlong saga that has taken its toll on the president and his party” while securing “a historic win for Obama while providing his party with some much-needed momentum after a long, grueling slog.” The Washington Times (3/22, Haberkorn) also notes that “Democrats hailed the vote as one of the most significant change[s] in American social policy since the creation of Medicare in 1965 or Social Security in 1935.”

I’ve really been enjoying this heckuva ride, this display of shining moments (what did G.W. Bush Sr. call them? oh yeah, some crazy million points of light!) that we’ve lit up in the sky this March. Let’s keep ‘em coming, America.

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All work and no play – working 20/7/365

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Yeah – only 20 hours. I have to sleep sometime. ;)

One thing about building up my freelance business is that I spend most weekends and free moments either researching or writing content for all three of my blogs. I am spending so much time writing, in work and for my freelance gigs, that I often feel like I need the Twitter #failwhale’s personal bird-supported safety net.

In addition to Life Out Loud, I develop recipes and write about food over at Kitchen Jam. I’m also diving back into writing about training and living with dogs over at Dog Trainer’s Log, Research means reading – at least ten blogs every day that deal with either food or blogs. Then I need to cram in the writing – by staying up late, waking up early, and having mini writer’s marathons each weekend where I develop the next week’s posts. Focusing on my writing, making my freelancing a priority, is a lot of fun – but there are days when I’m clearly way over capacity. Unfortunately, i can’t put up a little message in my brain to ‘try again later.’

Then there’s promoting my writing – which for now means 15 minutes to a half-every every day networking with other writers, especially those who write about food or pets. Leaving comments on blogs, interacting on Twitter – I try to spend at least 15 minutes, but can’t really afford to spend more than a half hour on that every day.

So – why push myself harder and take on another writing gig? Well – because it’s there. Because it’s intriguing. Because it’s a paying job that I can knock out in two or three hours a week.

So two weeks ago, I took a gig as the Syracuse Dog Training Examiner, freelancing and writing content for the local (Syracuse) edition of Examiner.com. I’m incorporating a couple of short training bits into announcements about upcoming dog events and local news. Not a lot of cash for the effort, but good publicity, and the column features a link to my dog blog’s calendar of local events.

I am trying to pace myself, but weekends like this one – when I sleep through the superbowl because I was up all Saturday night testing a recipe and writing – they’re the ones that make me think I need a vacation from my weekends. Can’t wait for the next three-day weekend (Presidents Day.)

No one is so happy to see a Monday holiday as a freelancer. ;)

Have you ever worked more than one job? How did you manage to fit everything in?

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