I expect my brother is only child in country who got a mentos geyser in his Easter basket.
This Easter basket brought to you by Mythbusters, for sure. Followed by much bouncing up and down, shouting, "It was higher than the house? Did you see that? Higher than the house!!"
Okay, so that was me. But the kid was impressed, too.
I turn thirty on Thursday. Last year, my birthday was a pretty depressing affair, in fact I don't have many strong memories of it, just the overwhelming sadness. My mother had died less than three months earlier and I just didn't know how to process anything in the absence of my mother. I don't know how much I've learned in the subsequent year except I know I'm still here. I know I've been happy and can still be happy. I know I make her proud by continuing to make my way, by raising my brother into an good man.four more days to my birthday, squeeeeee!!!
I've experienced a few things in the first thirty years of my life I wouldn't wish upon anyone else, but those experiences continue to form me into a woman I'm proud to be. In the next years, I hope to come to grips with myself as an "adult." I hope to be successful in my career and to support my husband in his. I hope to continue growing an inspirational, creative life. I hope to inspire and encourage my brother. I hope to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Okay, so this tweet and reposting it here is just utter gloating. Ever cook a meal and feel its execution and presentation were just dreamy? That was Monday's dinner.soaking maple planks for tonight's mahi mahi Dinner: planked mahi mani with roasted red pepper sauce, mushroom risotto and grilled asparagus
Random thought about my morning routines. In yesterday's case, I was reading new content at nonprofit.alltop.com and was inspired to write last morning's post (please read if you missed it :). Today, bowl of oatmeal in front of me, I decided to wrangle my tweets into this post. If you wish to be similarly fueled, consider Alton Brown's overnight oatmeal recipe. We've been making it in a triple batch with craisins and dried blueberries, then just reheating up a bowl each subsequent morning. Soooo delicious.my blog is fueled by steel-cut oatmeal and coffee at this point, me thinks
I spent almost all of my 20s working in nonprofits and my husband has worked for Habitat for Humanity since 2003, so reading the following in the Nonprofit 2020 blog was pleasingly direct to me:
"To commit to a career in nonprofits is already akin to taking a vow of perpetual poverty. The workers quoted in the first survey who complained about being underpaid are not seeking a 10,000 square foot vacation retreat, or a private jet, or millions in stock options. Instead they seek a living wage: enough to repay student loans, get a decent apartment, and take their families out for dinner and a movie now and again." [link]
Have you ever earmarked a donation, requesting that it be spent on programs and not administration? Have you ever rated a charity based solely on what percentage of its funds go to overhead?
Many people do, thinking they're "savvy" donors, but really they're buying into a gross oversimplification. A construction manager's salary and health insurance, his/her skills and his/her passion for building Habitat homes are worthwhile expenditures. A Habitat home is not just volunteers, 2x4s, paint and nails; it's made possible by a staff member who wrangles the hundreds of volunteers, the fundraiser who gets sponsors for the supplies, the grantwriter who dots every i and crosses every t.
At a museum, you can't spend money on the conservation of a painting or book without also paying a talented conservator. Clever writers and gifted designers communicate the mission of a nonprofit--but the financial rewards are significantly better to use those same skills to shill commercial products. The same is true for many, many, many nonprofit positions.
Some will choose to forgo the more extravagant financial rewards available in their field in order to do good and feel passionate about their work. They accept never earning what commercial carpenters or graphic designers can and do earn. But continually chipping away at nonprofits' overhead and administration costs, assuming those costs are unnecessary or wasteful without any basis, becomes a form of punishment. How much can you strip away from a nonprofit's employees before they burn out?
This isn't limited only to employee salaries, either, but is true of the tools of their trade, too. Quality safe tools on a Habitat job site, adequate computers and software in a charity's offices. These, too, are "overhead," but they are the tools required to achieve the organization's mission. If your favorite charity's newsletter editor has already accepted the pay cut necessary to work in the nonprofit field, is it also fair to expect her to do the job with a ten-year-old machine and sitting in the state's least ergonomic chair 50 hours a week? How many other ways do you want to hinder her success (and, thereby, your favorite charity's success)?
Okay, I'm off my soapbox for the morning, but hopefully I've provided you with some insight into this issue and maybe made you think a little more deeply about your expectations of nonprofits.
Want to do more than think about this? Great. Share this perspective with your friends and families. Send your next donation in earmarked for salaries or administrative costs instead and include a note that say "I love the work you do. Thanks!" Know someone in the nonprofit field? Ask them what one thing would make their job easier or give them more job satisfaction.
Thanks for reading and have a great day :)
What's the most valuable thing you've ever had stolen?
God, can being emo rub off on someone? I saw this and thought, "My innocence." Cue up the My Chemical Romance, take me out back, and shoot me.
Following Jason who is following Anil, I've turned off my automatic Twitter update and will be posting things manually, but with annotations to make them more meaningful. I also went back and added some notes to my most recent Twitter updates, which you can see under the twitter tag.
Unlike Jason, I don't have a witty name for this endeavor. Can't win 'em all. (Thanks for the idea, Jason!)
- 13:44 Having an Irish-themed dinner party tonight. Guinness corned beef and Guinness cupcakes for all! #
- 16:56 Guinness cupcakes. While, initially putting a stick of butter into a cup of Guinness seems like a crime, the result is worth the time! #
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I've been having semi-monthly dinner parties since last November, I think, each with a potluck with a theme: Cuban, Greek and, this month, Irish. Originally, I just said, "I'm nearly 30 and have never hosted a dinner party" and set about fixing that. Now, it's a great opportunity to open my home to my friends, share my table with some warm and entertaining people, and pass around great food.
Saturday's dinner had the highest attendance--we had to alter our table to fit everyone in and had to pull out my grandparent's china in order to have enough plates, etc. for everyone. A lot of work, a lot of clean up, but so very worth it. After every one of the dinner parties, I'm left with a great sense of happiness and that I'm close to living the life I want.
For those interested in such things, this last party's menu:
Starting with
* v * A selection of Irish cheeses served with crackersSavoring
* * * Steak & Guinness Pie
* * * Guinness Corned BeefComplemented by
* v * Soda Bread
* v * Colcannon
* v * New Potatoes with Rosemary
* v * Mushroom Soup& Finishing with
* v * Apple Barley Pudding
* v * Irish Whiskey Cake
* v * Guinness Cupcakes
- 10:04 I think I just put peanut butter in my hair. Can't wait for the weekend. #
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- 16:49 @gapingvoid Absolutely. And the fact it's demonstrated in yr practice w/ non-iPod examples helps me get the point across to my clients. #
- 18:08 I don't know what I expected from a band called "Vampire Weekend" but this wasn't it. #
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- 19:37 @gapingvoid Am watching FastCompany video just so I can finally hear your speaking voice; until recently, I thought you were born in the UK. #
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SCENE: Interior, kitchen. A woman is cutting an onion at the counter.
boy: enters stage right
boy: What's for dinner?
woman: cheerily Tacos!
boy: With meat or beans? pauses It's okay, you can tell me; I won't whine. pauses Do we have beans because that's what you and Z like?
woman: Well, yes...
boy: So, it's not just, like, to torture me?
Okay, it appears a real virus (as opposed to the computer variety, which is, in fact, also real, but you know what I mean...) is spreading through my Vox neighborhood. I send you all dietary-restriction-appropriate soups, Kleenex, and well wishes, but pls do not infect me. I have plans this weekend.
