Knowing When to Log Off
Is our “information ecology endangered”, or is it time to rack up the No-Time Meter?
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April 20, 2005
April 17, 2005
Why I Secretly Love Hate the Term “Webmaster”
The converstation goes something like this: “This is my wife/friend Andrea.” “Hi, nice to meet you.” Shaking of hands. He (because this only happens with men, why is that?) then asks, “What do you do?” “I’m the Web Manager for HSU. “ Blank look. Gears of mind creaking as he tries to figure out what “Web Manager” means. So I throw him a bone. “Webmaster.” “Oh!” Then he proceeds to mime out some kind of dominance scenario: karate chopping, whip cracking, etc, while he repeats the term, “Webmaster!” And I realize that I may as well be standing there in leather, fishnets, and a dog collar, because his mind instantly goes “_Webmaster…, but she’s blonde and a woman…, so that makes her a Web__mistress!_” And once the word “mistress” enters his mind, I may as well kiss all pretenses of being a serious career woman goodbye. That is always the last question I get asked about my professional life. Actually, that’s usually the last question I get asked at all. One of these days I’m just going to snap, and when we get to this point, I’m going to yell, “Get down on your knees an lick my boots! Do it now! I mean it, bitch! Don’t give me that look!” And it’s going to be some vice president, and I’m going to lose my job and have to put Google ads on this blog to try to eke out a living. That term is bad for the career of every woman with a sense of humor.
So what do I call myself?
April 17, 2005
Napoleon Dynamite is good for Idaho
Idaho House of Reps passes a bill commending the makers of the film. Anyone who doesn’t vote for it is labeled a “Freakin’ Idiot!”
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