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Postcards from the World to the New PresidentStay tunedTo comment, click here. (Back to Top)
Barack Obama Wins. The USA and The World Celebrate
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Today is the Day: McCain vs. ObamaFor a lighter look at the Turning Points of the 2008 Election, click: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/04/opinion/04points.html?_r=1&hp&oref=slogin To comment, click here. (Back to Top)
The Important Thing is To Vote!This year's presidential race is exciting on so many levels. And for the first time in years, I like all four candidates, both presidential and vice presidential, so much so in fact, that I am still undecided.Historically, Cuban Americans are staunch Republicans, citing reasons such as the Bay of Pigs fiasco and the fear that any view left of center may be socialistic, and therefore lead to Communism. If it sounds paranoid, you must understand that Fidel Castro denied he was a Communist until he was in power. Yet, the current issues of two wars (Iraq/Afghanistan) and the economy (layoffs, high gas prices, housing crisis, healthcare insurance) have me wishing for CHANGE (Obama), EXPERIENCE (McCain) (Biden), and WASHINGTON OUTSIDERS (Palin). So, being the Technical Writer that I am, I research both sides, by reading about the issues and the candidates, and trying to attend and/or watch all the speeches and debates. Sarah Palin was in Kissimmee one weekend, and my son Joey and I attended the rally with Republican friends. If you watch closely at the beginning of the video, you will see me with camera in the lower right-hand corner of the screen behind Governor Sarah Palin:
Despite the seriousness of the issues, I'm enjoying the humor and hope you enjoy the political parodies I've posted below, including the most recent Saturday Night Live show, featuring Senator John McCain:
Obama Rallys in 39 Degree Rain in Widener, Pennsylvania Rednecks in the News and The Red Diaper Baby:
MORE HUMOR:Whether you vote for John McCain/Sarah Palin or Barack Obama/Joe Biden, the important thing is to vote. It is a privilege to vote in the United States. All American Citizens are urged to vote on November 4th! Last, but not least, while you're at it, vote for Time Magazine's "PERSON OF THE YEAR!" To comment, click here. (Back to Top)
The Real Sarah Palin on Saturday Night LiveWill the Real Sarah Palin please stand up?! The following videos present the clever and funny skits featuring Vice Presidential Candidate Governor Sarah Palin on last night's SNL. For the write-up, click http://www.celebitchy.com/16356/sarah_palins_saturday_night_live_appearance_featuring_mark_wahlberg.
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Little Old Ladies Attack Obama Supporters at Palin Rally
Many in the community have expressed shock and dismay about this growing trend of violent old ladies, some of whom brutally attacked Obama supporters at a recent Palin rally, by punching, kicking, scratching, and elbowing their victims, coupled with verbal abuse. For story, see http://stix1972.typepad.com/stix_blog/2008/10/old-lady-repubs.html As terrorized Americans prepare to protect themselves from further attacks, they look to their British allies across the pond. The Brits have been dealing with notorious violent biddies in both rural and urban neighborhoods since the sixties. See video, below:
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The Vice Presidential Candidate Debate - ALSO Deemed a Tie by Most
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The First Presidential Candidate Debate - Deemed a Tie by Most
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Sarah PalinYikes! Which one of the following two interviews is the funny one?(Suddenly, there's a lot of humor in the media about America's Sweetheart, the Republican VP candidate. Unfortunately, not all the humor was intentional.)
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USA Vote 2008!
The upcoming 2008 presidential election is going to be a very exciting one, indeed.
Taking into consideration all the national and global issues impacting the United States today, it is crucial to vote, and even more so to select the very best candidate to handle the unique challenges facing today's presidential candidates.
(Click below to learn more about each of the presidential candidates.)
Thousands of Americans have already made up their minds. For those who have not, it's not too late, as the following video shows. Please click the link in the video (below) for a special presentation about the most recent presidential candidate to "come up from behind."
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Petition Against TrademarkAs many of you know, my middle child, Sean, had Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia (CDH), a birth defect that today afflicts 1,600 babies, and kills 800 per year. Although CDH occurs as often as Spina Bifida and Cystic Fibrosis, CDH most often has fatal results. Dawn Torrence, the President of CHERUBS- The Association of Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia Research, Advocacy, and Support, also lost a son at six years of age to this birth defect.Dawn has worked tirelessly to bring awareness and support to the community, especially back when there were no support groups and CDH families had nowhere to turn. I, myself, credit Dawn's website and forums for the knowledge and support I received for years after the loss of Sean. Now, another organization has filed a trademark to "own" the phrase "Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia Awareness" preventing others from using this language for fundraising and support in the future, as well as demanding that Dawn, and others, stop using this phrase on websites or literature for CDH advocacy, research, and support. While Breath of Hope is also a good resource for support and fundraising, it should join forces with CHERUBS to bring awareness to this devastating birth defect. One shouldn't be able to trademark the name of a health issue, birth defect, disorder, or disease, as it implies the ability to profit from it. So, just as Dawn supported me and all the other countless families across the world, I now support her in her fight against the filing of this trademark. I ask that you also please consider signing this petition. To do so, please click the following link: http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/cdhawareness/ We thank you for your support and ask that you please forward the link to family and friends, because it is important that all of us be free to raise Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia Awareness. In Memory of my son, Sean Matthew Lutz, (April 29th-30th, 1988) On behalf of Dawn Torrence President & Founder CHERUBS - The Association of Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia Research, Awareness and Support http://www.cdhsupport.org 270 Coley Rd, Henderson, NC 27537 (252) 492-6003 For more information on CDH, as well as resources and support information, please click the following links:
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My Father, My Inspiration
My father, Alberto Carlos Rosende, Sr., has had a great impact on my life, both personally and professionally.
He has instilled in me the values of family, hard work, and integrity, as well as the knowledge for the importance of
having goals in life, and for never giving up, no matter the obstacles. He also inspired me to earn a university degree.
Born in Havana, Cuba in 1926 to a working class family, my father learned at a young age that earning an advanced education was essential to gaining financial security. After receiving a scholarship to the University of Havana, he endured hardships (such as lacking bus fare or lunch money and needing to share college text books with his twin brother) to earn his Civil Engineering degree. His professional engineering career was curtailed in the early 1960s, when he chose to leave Cuba during Fidel Castro's revolution, and was then rejected for engineering positions in the USA during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Previously in management, he was forced to start over as a Land Surveyor to support his family. However, he persevered, eventually landing a structural engineering position in NYC to support his wife and--eventually five--children. After 20 years with the company, he was transferred to Houston, Texas during the oil crisis. In Houston, the company folded. My father was laid off and lost all his retirement benefits. Undaunted, he found an engineering job at the Kennedy Space Center in Florida, where he was laid off and re-hired numerous times, and then continued working until a few months before his 80th birthday (even after undergoing prostate and quadruple bypass surgeries, and even after losing my mom, his wife of 44 years, to congestive heart failure).
After my divorce, my father encouraged me to return to college to earn my degree. My parents then welcomed me back into their home, and helped care for my then-two-year-old son, while I worked two jobs and commuted to school. My father, who prided himself on not missing days from work, took the day off to attend my college graduation. Because of his example, I am inspired as a single mother to continue striving toward new education and career goals, and in turn, to pass my father's values and legacy to my sons. (In the top photo, I am being held by my father, in Havana. In the bottom photo, I am at my college graduation from the University of Central Florida.) To comment, click here. (Back to Top)
Diagnosed with Epilepsy
(Photo at right is of Joey at Cape Canaveral, Florida during Spring Break in March 2008)On August 7th, 2007, my 14-year-old son Joey was swimming underwater at his grandparents' subdivision pool when his grandmother noticed he had remained in one spot for several minutes. She swam over to him, nudged him, and receiving no response, turned him over and lifted his face out of the water. Joey was blue and motionless. She thought he was dead. Luckily, his 74-year-old grandmother is a retired emergency room nurse. Although she couldn't lift him completely out of the water, she pulled him over to the steps and was able to get him breathing. Then she screamed for help, alerting a neighbor who was in a nearby weight room. The man pulled my son out of the water and dialed 9-1-1 on his cell phone. He then drove Joey's grandparents to Arnold Palmer Hospital for Children, where Joey was rushed by ambulance, and where he remained unconscious. Joey was unconscious for almost 24 hours. When he came to at 3:00 AM the next morning, he asked, "Mom, where am I?" All he could remember was swimming underwater and then waking up at the hospital. The doctors had no explanation for what happened to Joey. They suggested that perhaps he had fainted while holding his breath for too long. This phenomenon is often referred to as shallow water drowning, when a person hyperventilates to hold his breath for as long as possible and then passes out. Many deaths of strong swimmers have been attributed to this phenomenon. One doctor at the hospital asked if Joey had a history of seizures. We all told him "No."
Since then, Joey has visited numerous doctors (pediatrician, neurologist, endocrinologist) and has been poked and prodded and subjected to many brain scan M.R.I.s, E.E.G.s, and blood tests.
From the results of the E.E.G., the pediatric neurologist determined my son was indeed having Absence Seizures from Generalized Epilepsy, and may have been having them for quite a while. (The previous school year, in 8th grade, Joey's grades had dropped dramatically, and his teachers had complained of his constant daydreaming. One had remarked that it was as if he "wasn't even there.") For several years before that, teachers had hinted at Joey's lack of focus or possible ADD or ADHD. More recently, his older brother Brian had become concerned during a visit home from college, when Joey had forgotten an entire conversation they'd had the night before. But, when Joey argued that he'd been tired and nodding off, I'd believed him. (Photo above is of Joey with his big brother Brian.) Now, we learned Joey had Epilepsy, and all of us - including my ex-husband, son Brian, grandparents, and I were in shock - but especially Joey. In retrospect, we should have realized there may have been a physical reason for Joey's lack of focus on his classwork - that it was not attributed to day dreaming, adolescence, lack of discipline, or plain laziness. How could we have been so blind?
(Photo at right is of Joey with my dad, his grandfather Alberto Rosende, in March 2008.)
The following videos are about Epilepsy. The first shows an example of the Absence Seizure, or "staring spell" that Joey experiences. This type of seizure used to be referred to as Petite Mal Seizure. In the second video, a 19-year-old young man explains Epilepsy and speaks out against prejudice and ridicule used against people with Epilepsy.
The following information is from the The Epilepsy Foundation: Seizures and Syndromes
Since Joey has begun taking the Lamictal medication, we have all noticed a tremendous improvement in his attentiveness and ability to focus.
This year, he is back on the Honor Roll.Since the age of 11, Joey has been creating websites, building PCs from scratch, and networking all the computers in our home. He even gets paid to update the website for his grandparents' Orchid Club. He has dreams of going on to college and then pursuing a career in software engineering. His doctors say there is no reason why he shouldn't. It's important for people with Epilepsy to know they're not alone; there are successful and even famous people in the world, both in history and currently living and thriving, with Epilepsy. The following examples are of famous people in history with Epilepsy:
Upon learning this latest bit of news, Joey responded with typical adolescent defiance: "Mom! If I REALLY
have a brain tumor, I'll be pissed!" He then added that he would never permit anyone to operate on his brain.
It is highly likely that Joey has no cause for concern. Pituitary Adenomas are found in 45% of the healthy population, most of whom will never be aware of their existence unless the tumor is discovered during an exam for an unrelated condition. In fact, these benign tumors are common during adolescence due to rapid growth and excessive hormones. There is only need for concern if the adenoma begins to grow and exerts pressure on the optic nerve, causing visual disturbances, or if it begins to secrete hormones, which may create other complications, such as gigantism. But, these conditions, are rare, and highly unlikely. However, Joey will receive annual MRIs and blood tests to monitor the adenoma. The horror of Joey's near-drowning accident has been a blessing, as it led to a timely diagnosis - before Joey received his driver's license. Our whole family continues to learn about Epilepsy, especially Absence Seizures from Generalized Epilepsy. We now make it a rule to educate others about Epilepsy, including the teachers at Joey's high school, friends, and family. The following websites and support forums have been very helpful:
Famous People with Epilepsy, as listed on Epilepsy.com:
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We all know someone who's been affected by Diabetes, whether it is a family member, co-worker, or friend.
But, between providing for our families, the soaring gas prices, sending care packages to beloved troops overseas,
and the victims of Hurricane Katrina still taking top priority, it may seem difficult for us to find spare pennies to
donate to the American Diabetes Association.
As a single mother, I know too well how difficult it is to make ends meet right now. Yet, I will donate to this cause to help find a cure for the disease that shortened and diminished the quality of my mom's life. And I ask that you please consider making a small donation -- even $1 -- to help improve the quality of life for millions of Americans. After personally seeing how Diabetes debilitated my mom, I want to make a difference by walking in the America's Walk for Diabetes fund-raising event. Please sponsor me with a small donation -- just a $1 -- by selecting one of the "Walk for Diabetes" buttons in this blog. For less than the price of a soda, smokes, or candy bar, you can help fund research to find a cure.
If you want to do even more to help, you can join me. The walk event is fun and great for the whole family! Our efforts will help
set the pace in the fight against Diabetes. Let's get moving and beat this disease!
America's Walk for Diabetes Date: November 4, 2006 (my dad's birthday!) Location: Loch Haven Park Winter Park, Florida For more Information call: 1-888-DIABETES You can make a difference! Where will your dollars go at the American Diabetes Association? This year, the ADA will invest 40 million dollars in Diabetes research. Ninety-six ($ .96) cents of every dollar you donate to the ADA goes to research, education, or advocacy for people affected by Diabetes. Listed below are just a few ways your money is being put to the best use! $79.00 Pays for a child to go to camp for one day. $50.00 Pays for one hour of Diabetes research. $37.00 Pays for educational materials for a newly-diagnosed child and their family $26.00 Provides Diabetes risk tests for 1000 individuals. $25.00 Pays for materials necessary for a health fair. $11.25 Covers one hour of an advocate's visit to Washington. $2.75 Pays to send a Diabetes information kit to a newly diagnosed individual. _______________________________________ WHY IS IT IMPORTANT TO FIND A CURE? The Center for Disease Control has named Diabetes as the epidemic of the century. There is an alarming growth rate of 1% per year and an increase of type 2 Diabetes in children as young as 10 years old. Statistics show that one in three children born today will develop Diabetes in their lifetime. Scientists are also seeing a correlation between Alzheimer's disease and Diabetes, both of which are expected to triple within the next 50 years. Dr. Charles Ouimet, Professor of Biomedical Sciences in FSU's College of Medicine, states that 65 per cent of Alzheimer's patients also suffer from Diabetes. There are currently 18.2 million people in the United States who have Diabetes. Although African Americans, Hispanics, and Native Americans are at a greater risk than Caucasions, no one is immune; the prevalence of this disease has increased across all ethnic groups over the decade. And currently, Diabetes kills more people than AIDS and Cancer combined. Diabetes affects one's health in many ways that can greatly lessen life expectancy. Did you know that if you have Type 1 or Type 2 Diabetes, you are at a much higher risk than the general population for damage to the eyes, kidney, nerves, and blood vessels? In Diabetes, sugar (glucose) accumulates in the blood to very high levels. This excess glucose attaches to proteins in the blood vessels and alters their normal structure and function, making the vessels thicker, and less elastic for blood to travel through. _______________________________________ My Mom's Story
Diabetes has affected me personally because my maternal grandparents, several of my uncles and aunts, and my mother,
and most recently, my dad, were all diagnosed with the disease.
My mom was diagnosed with Diabetes Type 2 at the age of 37. Diabetes ravaged her health, causing her to lose sight in one eye, as well as suffer toe amputations. While still in her 50s, my mom suffered kidney damage and loss of sensation in her feet so that she had trouble walking and was forced to stop driving. By age 60, she was on Oxygen. In 2004, after battling Diabetes for over 25 years, my mom passed away from Congestive Heart Failure at age 63. (Heart failure is a silent killer of diabetics, as there are often no advance warning signs or symptoms.)
Over the years, I witnessed my mom go from being an active, full-of-life housewife, mother of five, and grandmother of 10,
to being too tired and breathless to do her own housework, and having her independence severely limited by being unable to
walk or stand for longer than short bursts of time, and finally, being unable to drive.
Diabetes limited and shortened my mom's life, curtailing my parent's dreams of traveling together when dad retired, and preventing the youngest grandchildren from truly getting to know the loving person that she was. My mom will never help my youngest sister plan her wedding, nor will she know any children she may have. My mom wasn't present at my sister's college graduation or her eldest grandchild's high school graduation. At the time of her death, my parents had been married for 44 years. Without our mom, there is a great void in our lives. We have have not only lost our mom, but our best friend.
In the last few years, my father has also been diagnosed with Diabetes 2.
If you are diabetic, you can help to control your disease by maintaining a healthy lifestyle of diet and exercise, monitoring your blood sugar daily, and keeping all doctor appointments to monitor your vision, kidney function, cardiovascular health, and feet. If you have a loved one with Diabetes, you can donate to the American Diabetes Association to educate Americans on prevention and control of this disease, as well as to fund research to some day find a cure. No matter how small, your generous gift will help improve the lives of the more than 18 million Americans who suffer from Diabetes and the 41 million people with pre-Diabetes, in the hope that future generations can live in a world without this disease. Together, we can all make a difference!
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Smart Kids...Smart Mom?
A neighbor who knows my kids, and also knows I married twice, asked, "Susana, how come you have such smart sons? Did you marry smart men?" Without missing a beat, I replied, "As a matter of fact, I did marry smart men, but I'm smart, too!" Between giggles, she responded, "Of course, but I KNOW fathers have a lot to do with it," the "it" meaning the intelligence level of children, and more specifically, I surmised, of MY children.
Although I defended my "intelligence genes," I admit to sometimes finding myself in situations worthy of an "I Love Lucy" or "Laverne and Shirley" sitcom. The following scenarios are prime examples: THE UMBRELLA While crossing the office parking lot one morning, I felt rain, and turned around to retrieve my umbrella. Upon reaching my car, I unlocked the door, dropped the keys in the seat while reaching under it, triumphantly grabbed the umbrella, and slammed the door. Then I realized that YES, I was prepared for rain! However, my keys were locked in the car.
THE SPEEDING TICKET When I was commuting a two-hour round trip to college, day care, and two jobs, any traffic delay was a major obstacle. One day I found myself behind an incredibly slow truck driver, and decided to pass him and whoever he was trailing. As I sped up to pass the truck, I found myself also passing the state trooper in front of him. The officers laughed when they saw the surprised look on my face, and promptly pulled me over. They were still laughing when they asked me to step out of my car and walk a straight line. They could not believe a sober driver had tried to pass them. Unfortunately, they also felt the humorous situation warranted a serious ticket.
THE ANTHRAX SCARE Once I came home from work to find my mailbox full of dirt. When I inspected it more closely however, the dirt seemed more like powder, and as was the media-induced paranoia of the day, I feared Anthrax poisoning. But before I called the police, I noticed the house was a mess and shouted for the kids to help me clean. While my eight-year-old, Joey, helped vacuum, my eldest, 15-year-old Brian, refused, stating, "If it's REALLY Anthrax, the police should be called right away. If it's not, the housecleaning can wait til morning. I'm going to bed." The sweeping, mopping, dusting, vacuuming, and uncluttering took 45 minutes. The police determined heavy winds forced extra dirt into the mailbox. No one came inside to judge my housekeeping.
HARD BOILED EGGS While making the kids eggs, toast, and bacon one weekday morning, I tried to save time by microwave-boiling Joey's egg. Needless to say, the microwave exploded, and the egg, and bowl it was in, shot out like a speeding flying saucer. Luckily, no one was hurt. But the microwave did not survive.
But, hey, they say even Albert Einstein couldn't tie his own shoes, and was cursed with such a bad sense of direction, they had to paint a path leading to his lecture hall or he'd get lost every day. Yes, I have smart boys, who are not only "book smart" but have common sense. It's a good thing I married smart men!
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Pig Teeth?
Years of antihistamines and lack of dental insurance contributed to periodontal
disease, despite my diligent brushing and flossing. But, they say humor can get you
through anything in life. When I opted to NOT be sedated during the second phase
of my periodontal surgery, the surgeon chose to relax me by quipping funny lines.
"Are you heartless, Susana?" he'd say. "You're hardly bleeding!" I'd giggle at the appropriate times, as much as I could, with my head back and mouth held open as the surgeon pulled back my gums, cleaned up the infection, then scraped the roof of my mouth and transplanted the extra skin on my gums.
Happily, he didn't do a bone graft (from my hip or something too gross for me to
imagine--freeze-dried cadaver bone) to replace the bone loss in my jaw, but
instead installed fetal pig teeth buds to stimulate bone growth.
"Will you grow pig teeth?" asked my son, Joey. "No, just bone," I said aloud, while thinking to myself, 'I hope!'" Then to my dismay, I snorted loudly as we laughed together.
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The Cube Farm: A Happy Place!
I'm one of those lucky few who enjoys a full-time day job along with a part-time, freelance business.
As a Senior Technical Writer/Supervisor in Corporate America, I'm luckier than most. I spend my days Mondays through Fridays in a family-friendly and flexible IT division for a company so nice it actually adheres to a Customer Service Excellence motto for both internal (co-workers) and external (the customers) clients. Once a year, the company holds a themed Customer Service Excellence (CSE) day, with free food, games, and casual dress for everyone, including the contractors. In addition to our generous two-week vacation to start -- three weeks after five years -- four weeks after 10, we also get 10 sick days, several holidays, two personal days, and birthdays off! Meals are catered for all-day meetings and training...yes, training! STC memberships are included for the technical writers and out-of-state trips to STC conferences are permitted most years. Not only is it a nice company, with nice people, but it has nice benefits to boot. During good years, our employees can expect to receive an annual bonus of up to 10 percent of our annual salaries! Most people stay at our company forever, retiring after 30 years. It is so nice, in fact, that I didn't think our company could be beat...until I heard about Google, the Search Engine so popular its name is now used as a verb.
Google's motto is "Don't Be Evil" and the niceties extend to its perks. First of all, free meals are
prepared by company chefs at the company's headquarters in Mountain View, California. On-site amenities also include a daycare center,
doctors, dry cleaning, laundry, a gym, and basketball and volleyball courts. Google also offers 12 weeks of maternity or paternity leave at 75 percent
of full pay, as well as up to $500 for takeout meals for the family when a new baby arrives. Buses
(with wireless Internet access) are also available to shuttle employees back and forth to work throughout the Bay area.
But the biggest perk of all is that the company's engineers are given 20 percent of their time at work to pursue their own ideas instead of company assignments. Last, but not least, all Google employees receive stock grants or options. Wow! It almost makes me want to pack my bags and leave sunny Orlando, Florida for sunny Mountain View, California.It sure is nice to know the face of Corporate America is changing. I think I can even see Dilbert smiling. Posted by Susana rosende on Saturday, January 17th, 2003, 7:51 AM To comment, click here. (Back to Top)
Famous Technical WritersDilbert's Tina the Brittle Technical Writer
Fox's Andy Richter Controls the Universe
The Technical Writer - The Movie
Amy Tan, Technical Writer and Novelist
Kurt Vonnegut, Technical Writer, Novelist, and Graphic Artist
Thomas Pynchon, Technical Writer, Novelist
Dr. JoAnn Hackos, Technical Writer, Author, Director
Laura Lemay, Technical and Creative Writer
Lisa Higgins, Technical Writer, Humorist
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Resources for Technical WritersThought-Provoking Videos from TED - Ideas Worth Spreading
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The Downside of Technical WritingA Technical Recruiter once told me, "Susana, I have some advice for you...if you want to be a 'worker bee' go back to school and become a Nurse. There's just no respect out there for Technical Writers."He was serious. Newly-armed with my B.A. in English/Technical Writing, those were the last words I wanted to hear. But, 11 years later, I grudgingly admit he's right. The gods of the I.T. world, namely the computer engineers and programmers, often look down on writers. They figure they could do a better job of documenting their systems -- if they only had the time. What they don't understand is the importance of writing from the user's perspective, the main goal of the technical writer. Project managers and business analysts may forget to include writers in status meetings, or altogether, wreaking havoc with writing schedules as we scramble to learn systems well enough to produce quality documents at the last minute. What project teams often forget is that Technical Writing is not an isolated pursuit. Just as programmers build a product together, technical writing is a collaborative effort with engineers, analysts, Q.A. testers, writers, and editors. We cannot work in a vacuum. When the technical writer or editor is left out of the loop or receives no feedback on the documentation, the manual, guide, or online help is doomed. Sadly, in many projects, the user guide or online help is an afterthought, instead of being considered an essential part of the product. So, though a career in Technical Writing yields the most steady income of all writing jobs, unless one is a "technical Technical Writer," i.e. an engineer, web master, or computer programmer who writes, there are times one gets little respect. In every day life, there are many mind-numbing, soul-crushing, just-to-pay-the-bills job moments. During those moments, I wish to escape my career as a mild-mannered technical writer and editorial word Nazi for whatever soulless corporation I'm employed in at the time. But, then comes a project where my contribution is truly valued, and I fall in love with my profession all over again. The job of a technical writer can be an uphill battle, but those of us with inquisitive minds and a passion for writing, will nonetheless continue to pursue it.
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On Writing and CensorshipTop Censored Books01 - Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck02 - The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger 03 - The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain 04 - The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier 05 - Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson 06 - The Witches by Roald Dahl 07 - A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle 08 - How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell 09 - Blubber by Judy Blume 10 - Little Red Riding Hood by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm 11 - Night Chills by Dean Koontz 12 - James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl 13 - The Learning Tree by Gordon Parks 14 - The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck 15 - The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain 16 - Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury 17 - Brave New World by Aldous Huxley 18 - I Am the Cheese by Robert Cormier Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
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To comment, click here. (Back to Top) Growing Up Bilingual
As a child growing up in the 1960's melting-pot neighborhood of Elmhurst in Queens, New York, I had the
unshakable conviction that every human being was bilingual. One language was reserved for the privacy of one's home
(in my case, Cuban Spanish), while the other --English-- was spoken with the rest of society. This attitude prevailed
among my peers, first and second generation Americans with their own "private" languages --Spanish, Polish, Italian,
Hebrew, or Japanese-- and English, our common tongue, which we had learned virtually through osmosis.
It was English that we heard on our Saturday morning "Bugs Bunny Cartoons" and on the "Ed Sullivan Show." It was English that was spoken by the beloved Mr. Softee ice cream truck driver and the revered soft pretzel vendor on the corner. It was also English that emitted from the lips of the magical Santa Claus at the Macy's toy department, as we sat on his lap for our Christmas photos. By Kindergarten, we had mastered the language, while many of our immigrant parents were struggling through "English as a Second Language" night classes. The English language reflected our childhood realities at school and on the playground. Our ethnic tongues, increasingly relegated to the status of second language, bound us to the realities of our heritage, and reflected a distant culture our parents struggled fiercely to preserve. One language tied us to our past, while English connected us to our future. By the 1970's, my family had relocated to then-all-American, middle class Willingboro, New Jersey, a suburb of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Here there were no more "private" foreign languages, except for my family's, and a neighbor's occasional visiting grandparent. Still, there were "code" languages inherent to every sub-group: the jargon of the businessmen spoken by the fathers at the neighborhood block parties; the choppy-intuitive exchange of the young housewives accustomed to having their telephone conversations interrupted by their pre-school children; and the slang adopted by us teenagers, our own private language, where "far out" and "cool" meant "great!" and "bad" meant "good." Today, my parents speak to my sons in both Spanish and English. More often than not, my boys respond in English. Yet they are gradually learning the language of my childhood--as if by osmosis--as they absorb the conversations of their loving grandparents. To comment, click here. (Back to Top)
The Tune-up
For instance, today, as usual, had been a long day. There was an efficiency expert at work fueling rumors of layoffs, the cat was lost, the dogs were barking, my teenager's boom box was blaring Metallica, and I'd barely walked in the door and kicked off my heels when I started making dinner.
After repeatedly calling the kids to wash up and help set the table, I felt myself starting to "lose it." When my eight-year-old finally came to the kitchen, I warned, "Joey, I'm getting angry!" Immediately, he ran to give me a big hug and kiss, accompanied by "Mom, I love you!"
I felt myself melting as I returned the embrace.
Seeing my smile, Joey commented, "Aw Mom. All you needed was a tune-up!" He was right. Moments like these are what keep me going. To comment, click here. (Back to Top)
Too Heavy for HeavenI have made many half-hearted attempts to lose weight this year. Taibo classes, dog-walking, Slim Fast, Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers, aerobics. Of course, I didn't begin half-heartedly. Eventually, though, my attempts just lost momentum. It seemed all my exercise and dieting routines were interrupted for one reason or another: night class, work stress (translated stress eating), surgery, the kids' schedules, whatever...
Now the clothes in my closet can fit seven women, as they range in size from 2 to 14. But my expanding waist line hit it's circumference peak last night, when I barely squeezed into size 14 shorts. Could it be? Size 16! Ah, will I EVER wear size 2 again? (I never thought I'd hear myself say this...but, I'd settle for a 10!)
I should have listened to my eight-year old, Joey, last September and taken his words to heart.
"You know Mom, even if you did die in a plane crash, I know you'd never leave me." "That's right, Joey," I murmured, "I'd be forever in your heart and mind, and you in mine."
"No, Mom," he replied, "I mean you'd never leave this house. I'm sure you'd haunt the place."
"Oh really?" I laughed, surprised at his imagination. "Yeah, you'd NEVER go to Heaven." No longer laughing, I asked, "Joey, why do you say that?" "Because, Mom," he said, "You're too heavy to fly up there!" To comment, click here. (Back to Top)
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