seojealous

oh people. i’ll only break your heart. but i warned you - see tagline above.

where have i been? what have i been doing for the better part of july?

first, i’ve been pretending to be a grownup. with my stepson in town for the last couple weeks, we’ve been eating meals on schedule and planning fun itinerary. we attended the artful new feature film transformers (michael bay = king of ’splosions), ate both ice cream and cotton candy in the same night, spent a weekend camping, bowled with bumpers (oddly, my scores did not improve…), and cruised the parks of minneapolis. and my husband was getting mighty comfortable being a stay at home dad.
and while all that was happening, i was also busy getting promoted. i suspect now i’ll be busy trying to figure out what, exactly, my new job entails. from what i’ve gathered so far, i’m the new vanilla ice: if there is a problem, yo, i’ll solve it. i don’t have a hook yet, but once i obtain one you can check it out whilst my dj revolves it. and if vanilla ice can stage a comeback, so can i.
word to your mother.

early last week i returned from my first trip to europe since college. and let me preface this - i had a great time. what follows is not a complaint, but i couldn’t help but be taken aback by some of the contrasts.

then: me, backpack, railpass, catching the next train out of town (wherever it was headed), finding someplace to ’sleep’ after i arrived.

now: me, husband, one of those awful rolling suitcases, train tickets purchased well in advance on the RENFE website, emails back and forth with the proprietress of a charming hostal, and hotel reservations made ahead of time online. 

maybe i was braver and more spontaneous back then (and probably stupider - i don’t necessarily advocate travelling alone in italy if you’re a 20-year-old woman).  but it’s become so easy to take care of every detail from your desk without making a single international phone call. the internet has helped foster so many of my lazier tendencies.

among the highlights: a trip to the museo nacional centro de arte reina sofia in madrid to see picasso’s guernica. rolling through thousands and thousands of acres of olive trees near the sierra nevada foothills. jamón. watching from the beach as a naval ship left port in the mediterranean while blaring darth vader’s theme march from star wars. a spanish version of the daily show. sun (sun!). and the best calamari i have ever eaten, expertly prepared by a bartender.

until today, i never fully understood what inspired seofangirl and co. to gush over the resident god-of-search at google. on his blog, matt cutts shared a revelation that made me weak in the knees: he really digs neil gaiman.

and if you don’t know who neil gaiman is, you’d  best  get  reading.

amazing - my humble beginnings have been live for less than a week, and already i’ve been hassled by David Temple and mistaken for Ward Tongen. is this what success feels like?? after spending my holiday vacation gorging on sugar and pursuing some horrifyingly domestic activities around the house, i’m back to work (and frankly not that upset about it). i’ve got a new post in the works for later tonight.

everybody has a blog, and now thanks to the near-constant pestering of family and coworkers, so do i. i’ll be discussing topics related to search marketing in all its various forms and initialisms. since i’m easily amused and easily distracted, expect the occasional off-topic post.