The Hellish Handbasket
The life and times of a chronic malcontent
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Dissertation Hell: Get me off this Z-ticket ride!
Art Hell: Do what you love and you'll probably starve
Vegan Hell: The atrophied malcontent admits defeat
Educator Hell: If the student failed to learn, the teacher failed to teach? Really?
About the illustrations: Art is for everyone
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October 22, 2014
The chronic malcontent braces for change
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The moon must be aligned with Uranus or something. Fruit basket upset! Everyone important to me seems to be on the move. My jet-set sister, ...
October 15, 2014
Wake me up next spring
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Fall sucks. I'm officially declaring my intention to hibernate until spring, mentally, anyway, if not physically. Oh, I'll show up f...
October 09, 2014
Un-join me
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As I slide down the dark tunnel toward winter, I'm embracing my inner curmudgeon by de-connecting from social media. I started with Link...
October 06, 2014
Random thoughts from a stinky cheese chronic malcontent
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Bless me, Hellish Hand-basket readers. It's been over a week since my last blog post. My excuse is that I've been immersed once agai...
September 25, 2014
Saddle sore
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My forward momentum plunged into a tailspin with the coming of fall and cool weather. Even though this afternoon the rain clouds scattered, ...
September 18, 2014
Two theories walk into a bar
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I'm back in editing hell, editing other people's crappy papers instead of my own. I should be grateful. I am getting paid for my eff...
September 13, 2014
The chronic malcontent suffers from existential constipation
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When I am sitting like a blob at networking functions, or ripping along the freeway cursing out slow drivers, or picking cat hair out of my ...
September 04, 2014
The season of stupid people
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This is the time of year when everything goes sideways. A lifetime of Septembers has left me with a vague sense of dread. What will I wear f...
August 28, 2014
The chronic malcontent is itching for a niche to scratch
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I wish I were smarter. If I were smarter, I would no doubt be able to gather up all the loose ends of this entrepreneurial fiasco and bundle...
August 21, 2014
Portland, the land of plenty
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My sister perused the photos from my high school reunion and sent me an email complimenting me on not getting fat. (Isn't that sweet?) C...
August 17, 2014
Let them eat cake
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It seems like every time I write about an event I attended, I start with “I survived the...” Is that odd? Do you do that? No, probably not. ...
August 14, 2014
Back in the (teaching) saddle again: Yeehaw!
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Last night I gave my first official presentation to a small crowd of Meetup junkies. We met in a back room at a Chinese restaurant, where in...
August 07, 2014
Monstrous feverish crowds of networking women
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Nothing inspires me to blog more than noise in the neighborhood. I was trying to update one of my websites, which is always a challenge beca...
July 31, 2014
I'm a stumpy-legged fish paddling in a dwindling pond
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Summer is speeding by while I'm learning the nuances of networking. Another delicious 90° day in Portland. I went out in the mid-morning...
July 24, 2014
The reunion planning committee crashes and burns
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You want to bring the crazies out of the woodwork? Plan a high school reunion. I offered to assist, along with a handful of other well-meani...
July 18, 2014
Your sweet hopeless dreams have finally come true
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I often get spam email in my Outlook inbox. I've set up rules that filter out anything with the words pfizer , viagra , penis enlargemen...
July 15, 2014
Don't talk to me, I'm networking
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I'm starting to get a sense of the networking scene. Tonight I got another perspective on it at a networking event about networking. I k...
July 13, 2014
I am my brand; my brand is me
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Solopreneurs work alone, by definition. That means we are the face of our business (...and the hands, feet, wide butt, and bulging belly). W...
July 09, 2014
I'm going to die penniless at 90
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This is a great time of year to be homeless in Portland. Not that I'm homeless, yet, just saying. This is my kind of season: day after d...
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