tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209577442024-03-07T02:41:38.918-05:00MaggieRooMaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-62210322688325081952012-04-30T21:42:00.000-05:002012-04-30T21:42:13.067-05:00Taste factoryIf I was a flavor trendsetter I would set the following trends for the American palate:
Lúcuma: Tastes like caramel and chocolate together, but it comes from a fruit. Apparently it's quite healthy. Great flavor for ice cream, liqueurs, cakes, and candies. I discovered this flavor in Chile.
Ube/taro: This purple yam tastes like purple. The color is the best. I guess it tastes nutty/starchy/MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-14805725926392815362012-04-24T20:03:00.001-05:002012-04-24T20:03:28.345-05:00Keep calm and carry onAnother year, another start at blogging. What have I been doing with my time? Of late, I have been listening to fun. They are a great group, and they make some pretty inspirational tunes. I just found out, just now, that fun. and panic at the disco, two of my fave bands, collaborated on a tune that has a youtube video that I love. When I was an angsty teen, I used to enjoy listening to MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-63038136377352241182011-05-10T22:13:00.008-05:002011-05-10T23:38:42.288-05:00Everyone we've ever knownDo you see it? The pale blue dot. That's Earth, as seen from 6.1 billion kilometers (3.7 billion miles) in an image taken by NASA's Voyager 1 spacecraft in 1990. This excerpt, as cited in Wikipedia, is from Carl Sagan's 1994 non-fiction book, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space. It's a beautiful piece. "From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of particular MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-63722291665471108152011-05-10T22:06:00.004-05:002011-05-10T22:11:52.507-05:00Though your heart is breakingEverything I've learned about customer service I learned from my first job (at a fast-food restaurant).Greet the customer with a smile and a welcomeAnswer a "thank you" with a "thank you" instead of a "you're welcome" (I still do this, and I think people think that it's weird. For some reason, "you're welcome" sounds too harsh to me.)Annunciate when you speakRepeat the order before you ring it upMaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-59158972029357855672011-05-07T08:28:00.002-05:002011-05-07T08:32:49.519-05:00Qué dijiste?My earliest memory about Spanish was that I pretended to strangers that I was a lot more proficient than I actually was. I was in a bookstore, and I was probably around 8. I was browsing the Spanish book section (I don’t know why, maybe because even then I thought Spanish was cool?), and a stranger saw me and said “Oh, you speak Spanish?” And I said “yes” and I grinned and started paging through MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-66222632788925478652011-04-10T09:39:00.002-05:002011-04-10T09:43:22.939-05:00Type B PersonalityThe world has been conspiring to keep me from donating blood. When I first became cognizant of the possibility of donating blood, I was in high school. Not only was I under 18 (strike 1), I was under weight (strike 2). In college in Connecticut, I successfully gave blood a few times. It was a great experience each time. The place where we donated was a converted school hall that was really quiet MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-21676418160098423592011-01-26T16:35:00.003-05:002011-01-26T16:38:18.008-05:00Snow globeEarly release from work, thick snowflakes falling sideways outside, cozy pjs and slippers at home: perfect conditions for writing and reading. This has been a week of ups and downs for me. I need to let myself rest and reflect. I hope it snows so much that I get excused from work tomorrow and I can get even more time to myself. We'll see how it pans out.MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-54920076328813346162011-01-12T22:41:00.004-05:002011-01-12T22:46:39.943-05:00On painThis is a heartbreaking, surprisingly well-composed suicide note from a fellow Trinity College alum. I think that it's important to read it. My heart goes out to all victims of sexual abuse. He was 27 years old and a gifted computer programmer.http://gizmodo.com/5726667/the-agonizing-last-words-of-bill-zellerMaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-26408486315543606942010-12-13T20:56:00.004-05:002010-12-13T21:17:34.772-05:00Talk to meInterviews are like therapy. When you get in that room, a person you know nothing about, and who knows nothing about you, asks you questions for 45 minutes to an hour, and basically just listens to you talk. While you go on and on about yourself, the interviewer tries to read between the lines to get clues about the "real you." But instead of trying to diagnose you, or fix your problems, an MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-10488975153952183932010-11-16T21:00:00.006-05:002010-11-16T21:21:02.090-05:00Baby, don't hurt meWhen I was in high school I signed up for an elective called Video/Film. I was the only honor roll student in the class (because honor roll students are far too busy taking AP European History and other more rigorous courses), and honor roll students all tend to know one another (know your competition!), so I didn't know anyone going in. It was mostly guys, mostly slackers, watching clips from MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-35088556404558708282010-11-12T21:09:00.003-05:002010-11-12T21:12:44.109-05:00Sock it to meSometimes when I get dressed I like to shake things up a bit. Take one foot, and put on my sock, followed by my shoe. Then do the same with the other foot. Similarly, you can dress your entire bottom half (undies and pants), then start on the top half, or vice versa. I also like to take the opportunity to test my balance. I will put on my sock and shoe while balancing on the other foot. You look MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-64076598910295357212010-10-24T15:34:00.003-05:002010-10-24T15:55:08.357-05:00LearningI am 28 years old and I am learning to drive. Stick. Because it is the only car my husband and I have, and it's been the only car we've had for 4 years now. So, it's high time I learn to drive it. Especially because we're in the midst of football season and I am stuck at home every Sunday unless I want to bike it, hoof it, or metro it. Also, husbands can only take so many trips to the mall (when MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-63860579178019508742010-10-10T08:22:00.009-05:002012-04-30T20:29:12.264-05:00Weddings
I am going to a wedding today, on 10.10.10. I know several people getting married today, on this auspicious day. I think of how I have only been to a handful of weddings in my life, and each one has been so different.
The first one I don't remember because I was three: I was the flower girl at my own parents' wedding. Then when I was a teenager my oldest brother got married in a tiny VegasMaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-87333315474994823872010-09-28T21:38:00.003-05:002010-09-28T21:52:37.148-05:00TruthinessTest your religious knowledge and see how you measure up. According to this article, atheists and agnostics know more about religion than folks that regularly attend worship services. The quiz is about religion in general. I missed 2 questions. I never cease to be amazed at Americans' general cluelessness. The religion poll is just one small example. Most US-born Americans would not pass a MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-36771947727235453242010-09-20T20:56:00.004-05:002010-09-20T21:45:45.927-05:00A pound of fleshA girl loaned me her boobs once. It was one of the greatest acts of kindness I have experienced. It happened 11 years ago but I still think about it from time to time. I was competing in my 2nd and last pageant (*hallelujah*). The dress we all had to wear looked like a heavy duty black trash bag that someone had cleverly fashioned into an evening gown and festooned with sparkly sequins. Again, MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-56304320923514430982010-09-19T21:50:00.007-05:002010-09-19T22:32:29.204-05:00Pet peeveWhy are we supposed to put two spaces after each sentence? Does anyone do that? It is standard in government writing, but why? It's so obsolete. With the advent of word processing (i.e., no more typewriters and their monospaced typefaces), the practice has been rendered obsolete. I learned this in 5th grade. Why hasn't everyone else learned this? Every person I've met in DC has looked at me like MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-61636563767484939102010-08-21T17:15:00.002-05:002012-04-30T20:27:32.133-05:00Test eaze...1,2,3When I took the GRE 6 years ago I promised myself I would never take another *stupid* standardized test again. I thought that I was in the clear as far as testing goes, because in the real world it's not about tests but about brains, skills, being in the right place at the right time, etc.
I was wrong.
If I want to start a career as a foreign service officer I have to take a special test MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-34916150404621388452010-08-14T17:09:00.002-05:002010-08-14T17:20:42.515-05:00The kids are alrightI have been observing that the people in my area that have kids are so old. I don't feel like I could be a part of their club yet. If I were to live in other parts of the country I would see much younger couples with kids and babies, and I could probably see myself more like them and not feel so weird about the idea of growing my family. I know some pregnant people, and I know so many people MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-20907876041444931692010-08-07T11:32:00.003-05:002010-08-07T11:44:20.571-05:00Perchance to dreamMy mom grew up in the Philippines, speaking Tagalog (Filipino), but when she came to the States she pretty much stuck to English, and got really good at it. She doesn't have a foreign accent at all.She didn't speak Tagalog with my brothers and me as we grew up, thinking that it wasn't a language worth knowing, really. She was much more interested in us taking Spanish in school and concentrating MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-39121161205020565662010-08-05T21:03:00.003-05:002010-08-05T21:06:24.285-05:00Sharing is caringI'm sharing now and it's scary. I'm used to having only 2 people read my blog, my buddy who also blogs, regularly, (you'll note that she's also the one that leaves me comments) and my hubby a.k.a. The Hubmiester. And maybe my dad? Although I'm not sure.MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-81434248898553943692010-08-05T20:21:00.003-05:002010-08-05T20:23:39.982-05:00QuickiesJust got a call from my grandma. I love that woman. And she's also very efficient. Our phone chats are always brief. This one was just over 3 minutes, and we managed to talk about my return from Mexico, my work, and babies. She even wished me a happy Thanksgiving. We don't talk that often. I'm so much better in person. I don't give good phone.MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-61898017676112572382010-08-03T22:21:00.000-05:002010-08-03T22:24:59.869-05:00RutIt has come to my attention that I do nothing. When trying to account for what I do with my time, I find that my time passes, but I didn’t really use that time to do anything in particular; and seldom anything of note. When someone asks me the dreaded question, so, what do you do in your spare time? I usually say I cook, I read, I watch movies, I like languages. I cook but I’m not a cook. I MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-19013027559023580312010-06-21T21:14:00.002-05:002010-06-21T21:22:47.157-05:00When left to her own devicesWill visit the pie shop 3 times in the space of a weekWill decide to start running, and start doing it every dayWill relish the feeling of her sore musclesWill pamper herself with foot cream, foot scrub, and foot sprayWill watch random movies fully reclined in a large comfy (faux?) leather seat, ordering her snacks from the server, grinning the whole while from ear to earWill get an hour-long MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-70814333013852734572010-06-21T21:09:00.003-05:002010-06-21T21:13:58.968-05:00The author waiting in the terminalGets reflective in airportsIs humble to a fault(Is about to disprove the above)Loves feeling cleverIs polite to a faultWorries too much about what others thinkWorries too much about othersPretty much always feels safeLoves to write, and writes to loveHas a small (but loyal) fan clubCould reach the starsIs too humble/polite to reach above stars/Stars aboveFeels clever when performing word MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957744.post-31770712840287701842010-06-21T21:00:00.002-05:002010-06-21T21:06:22.856-05:00Hearting IraI have a huge nerd crush on Ira Glass. He is so honest, perceptive, inquisitive, and vulnerable on his radio show. I have heard the most incredible stories on This American Life, stories that make me cry and laugh out loud, that make me stay up thinking, that give me fodder for conversation. Lately, when I stream his podcasts online, I hear Ira appealing for money for his wonderful show. I can't MaggieRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10641729235265445169noreply@blogger.com2