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Running to MJ

I’ve noticed that when it comes to the tedious task of running on the streets, my legs are only as good as my iPod playlist. (Some Olympian probably just rolled over in his grave). The monotony of my shoes continuously striking the pavement for an hour is too much for my stimulation-craving brain to handle. And yes, I do try to look at the scenery, but not even Lake Union has the ability to keep my attention. I started out with a solely hip hop playlist, but since my iTunes collection of hip hop is severely limited, I grew tired of the same 15 songs. Now I run to a mix of hip hop and alternative, with a dash of Broadway tunes thrown in for good measure. Nothing gets your legs moving like “You Can’t Stop the Beat” from Hairspray! I was recently surprised by another song that inspired me to run faster, but not necessarily for a good reason. Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” came on, and I think that was the first time I actually listened to the words of the song. The lyrics are terrifying! I could feel my heart rate rising, and not just because I was working out. So maybe I should be thanking MJ for helping get my heart rate to its optimum level. I’ve since solved the problem of the scary song though. I don’t listen to the lyrics, I just imagine myself doing the dance. That gets me going.

pretty mountain

Our office has a great view of Mount Rainier when it isn't super hazy outside. Today was particularly clear so I took a snapshot through the window. Video Only, you can thank me later for the free advertising.

MLS fever

Richard got on the big screen! You can see him after the goal scored, when they cut to the crowd the first time. He’s waving his scarf! I think Mom is right behind him. Way to support MLS, family!

Is this mine or yours? Definitely mine!

Snacks at the office are few and far between, and often result in food hoarding and conversations that go a little bit like this.

I go to the toaster and unwrap a bagel I’ve been saving at my desk, procured at first chance at least half an hour before the sales meeting even started.

Co-worker: “Hey, you stole my bagel!”
Heather: “No, this is mine! I grabbed it when Dave got here with them!”
Co-worker: “I wrapped mine with a paper towel! I’m checking the fridge! Oh, here’s mine. Sorry.”
Heather: “I told you!”

We regress to our animalistic instincts when food is involved. I write my name in big block letters on every jar of mayonnaise I bring in, and keep other food in my desk, lest anyone get the wrong idea. Others wrap snacks in paper towels or plastic wrap, and hide it in the furthest recesses of the fridge. When it comes to snacks, you must protect what you have! Give me my bagel! Hands off my peanut butter!

Coffee coffee

Stumptown Coffee supplies the beans for our neighborhood coffee shop, Voxx Coffee on Eastlake. Mark can never stop raving about Stumptown, mostly because it’s based in his hometown of Portland (plus their roasts are superb). Stumptown is apparently taking its java to the Big Apple and causing a stir in the meantime.

Read the feature on Stumptown founder Duane Sorenson here.

Movies About Journalists continued

After my previous blog post, I only thought it fair to include some movie titles so you can see for yourselves how fun it is to watch journalists take down the bad guys (or get taken down by the good guys).

1. “All The President’s Men” – Classic film about Carl Bernstein and Bill Woodward, the journalists who broke the Watergate story. This movie probably spawned the journalists of today. Everyone’s looking for their big source who will give them the big story.

2. “Shattered Glass” – A recent film based on the true story of a journalist at The New Yorker, who started fabricating sources. Never a good thing.

3. “Never Been Kissed” – Yeah yeah, I know, hardly a real journalism movie. But Drew plays a copy editor, so she’s close to my heart.

Feel free to submit more!