Network to the Top

>> Friday, October 29, 2010

College.  No matter what you say, you’re gonna miss it.  No one shares peanut butter and jelly sandwiches after college.  Thursday night drinking becomes taboo. That girl you had your eye on all quarter, your time is up.  Compared to the real world, college is friendly; definitely life-changing.  But if there is a key lesson my undergraduate years taught me: it’s to network.

Network like crazy.  There may or may not come a time when the feeling of pursuing graduate studies washes over you.  After reviewing the entrance requirements via the web, fingers will tap and you will wish you kissed some professor derriere for that academic recommendation.  That social or academic club you hesitated to join, let’s hope there are other extracurricular activities on your belt.  Employers weed out candidates that don’t fit the well-rounded portion of the background check.  Volunteer work and internships only equate positive auras.  Not only do you encounter a huge pool of untapped opportunity, prospective employment is right at your feet.

Nurture these relationships.  Build strong foundations with those who may help pave a brighter future.  Like Schoolhouse Rock, knowledge (and social knowledge) is power.

--This article was written by guest writer Gretchen Sumera. Read more about her here.

Anything But Torture

>> Monday, October 25, 2010

I find it funny how the simple things in life can make people really happy. Out of all the things in this dismal state of an economy, it’s a baseball team that brings a smile on the most unexpected faces. Yes, a baseball team. The San Francisco Giants, my hometown heroes of sorts. A group of what is being called some of the most unexpected group of misfits. They’re composed of no star subjects, but they do have a prospect and a former reject.

I’ll be up front in saying that I did miss game 6 of the 2010 NLCS against the Phillies. It was a hard decision to make, but I was scheduled for work and it’s not like I could just cancel on the spot. I knew baseball would always be there, and I knew life would go on even if we didn’t win. As heartbreaking as it was I knew in reality that I couldn’t be everywhere at once. Little did I know what was in stored when I punched out for the day.

Getting off the train on the way back to my apartment was probably one of the best moments ever. Random strangers were in the streets celebrating, yelling, and simply running around like mad men. Apparently the Giants had won. This proceeded in high fives all around to people in the same Giants attire as me. There was plenty of cheering and chanting that was close to deafening at times. Man, was it a sight to remember.

Earlier that evening, on the way to work, I was chatting with a man on the train. The fellow had decided to call it a day and was rushing home to catch the game. “Just imagine if they win tonight, it could really help the local shops struggling. It’d give everyone something to be happy about. It’s been quite a long time since they last went to the series.” I’d like to think seeing Wilson close that night really made his day. For me it was noticing an orange and black “IT’S TORTURE SIGN (but we love it)” sign while walking to class this morning.

Let’s do this thing. Game 1, here we come.

Gotta Represent the G-men

>> Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Retro seems to be the new fad at the moment. There's no reason why you can't sport the vintage athletic gear. Stop by and visit the guys down at Invisible Stripes to pick up one of these original snap backs. According to their website, prices range from $20-$50 depending on the rarity and type. Only available at the store, sorry can't find it on the website. Definitely a great item to get for post season. There's only one October!

Orange and Black Postseason

>> Monday, October 4, 2010

My those set of words haven’t been used in the longest time around the bay area. It’s true how the saying goes that you never really know when you’ve made it till you’ve struggled first. Without a doubt the Giants have struggled in the past. There have been countless ups and downs along the stretch of the season. Plenty of frustrated and upset fans expressing themselves in online forums and over the radio broadcasts. But look and behold, here we are today as division champions in what is now the penant race. The last time this organization performed so well was close to 6-7 years ago. It was a different time and a different team for sure. Even I was a different person, a little kid still in middle school. At the time our team was mainly centered around a particular superstar. Not to mention they were pretty old and many of them had been on the team for ages. Today, our team is composed of the most unlikely group of rising stars. The young rag tag group are still very much in the process of learning. They’ve turned out to be quite the amazing crop of next generation Giants.

Despite the troubles the troubles of the real world, one tends to forget about them when the home team is winning. I am sure it brings a joy to many of the other fans as well. Here’s a to an amazing post season. One can only imagine what will happen.

The Essence of a Meal

>> Saturday, October 2, 2010

A good friend of mine really hates to be rushed, especially during a meal. I would have to agree that meals, not pre-made stuff under a heat lamp, are meant to be consumed slowly and carefully. Good food is meant to be savored and enjoyed at a slow pace. It’s a time to converse and share with one another about troubles, promotions, engagements, etc. Yes, everyone at the table has probably been waiting impatiently. And yes, they probably skipped breakfast to make it out the door on time or worked through their lunch hour. Regardless, that doesn’t mean you woof down your food like a rabid canine. You bother to actually taste the ingredients instead of inhaling the dish in one fell swoop. Take the time to admire the amount of time and effort placed in the dish.

In his book, Around the World on a Empty Stomach, Anthony Bourdain describes it as, “When someone feeds you, they’re saying something, they are telling you something about themselves. If you can’t hear a voice, or if the voice is confused, chances are, you’re eating at a “big box” faux-fusion restaurant -or chain, or a hotel- where the menu and recipes were arrived at long ago, by consensus or committee.” Cheers to the next meal friends.

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