Ode to wii

Odes

First there was me,

three-dimensional and quirky,

stumbling onto to misspelled words with joy

ravenously dining on question marks and what ifs.

Then there was mii,

decked in hot pink attitude,

a competitive beast roaring for a challenge.

My sweet side parting might fool

the casual observer, easily

I slip in and out of personas

and I am me,

and then mii

and we are both fun to be with.

Charmingly playful,

we indulge in petty forgiveness

and persevere onto the next level

before time runs out.

 

 

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Technically speaking

Jewelry

Just when I was convinced that phone / internet companies were truly incompetent and would never actually get the technical problems sorted, I got a surprise.

I had come to terms with my indefinite absence from the online community, and had moved on to other things that made my days more colorful: beads! I was sitting in my little corner, inspired by hot pink and blue and had jazzy music in the background, when I suddenly get a text message. It read: Your technical problem has now been resolved. We are at your service, should you have any other problem.

A text message! Internet! Whoaaaaa!

But the past few days without it snapped me into shape. I briefly checked Etsy and my e-mails and then promptly closed the laptop and finished the necklace. First things, have now reclaimed their order and must come first again.

Here is the new necklace:

Plain tribal

Plain tribal

What followed, was of course a celebration that came in the sweet form of strawberry cupcakes. Incognito cupcakes, that is. Why? Well have a look at them yourself and see if you can spot what’s wrong:

Straight out of the oven

Straight out of the oven

Still can’t see it? Well, how about now?

Adding some color

Adding some color

Well, the whole mixture made 6 mega-cupcakes. I don’t know about you, but in my experience, cupcakes come in small, pretty shapes. Well, not in Greece, they don’t — because apparently, in Chania at least, there are no cupcake paper cases in sight. Only some gigantic aluminum ones, that look so wrong. But better than nothing.  At least I had this huge sweet pink delight to satisfy my evening craving.

This had my name all over it.

This had my name all over it.

So cyber world, hello. I’m back and it’s sweet to see you again.

On hold

Musings

I’m a patient person. With teaching, my patience has been refined and streamlined for a specific target audience: Students. If you’re not a student, get straight to the point and don’t loiter near the walls of my sanity with a sledgehammer. Please.

The waiting, it kills me.

In fact, when I first moved to Crete, I don’t know how I managed to sit still and hold for a phone line and internet for 3 months without declaring war on the particular phone company. I just lived on hope.

What a fool.

I was reminded of the same scenario today when I came home. I’ve recently moved and wanted to transfer the phone to the new place. I enter the apartment and see on the coffee table a box wrapped in pink. A present? No, just the logo colors of said phone company. Inside the box: modem #2. Man to connect our line? Nowhere to be seen. The call that proceeded had me huffing and puffing over the atrociously bad music on the speaker and getting a convoluted version of why I still didn’t have a line a month after the move. Along this lovely conversation came up some mysterious fees I was expected to pay. On queue I replied with: No thank you, goodbye and have a nice life.

Why call it customer service when it’s anything but that? All this waiting for nothing else but a bigger bill dressed in pink. Literally.

To top this, I have my hands tied beads and wire and cords but no endings or other such basic supplies to finish off any projects. Every day I wake up eager to check the mail only to be deflated by the noted absence of a box that should have been there yesterday.

But no, I’m going to take a deep breath and wait it out, because this box is worth it. As long as it’s not pink on the outside — I’m starting to feel a little too traumatized with all the  fuchsia in the house, not to mention the modems.

But  stay tuned to your modems because there’s a surprise coming your way on Friday. Please, do sit tight and hold.

[Unless you’re a teacher, at which case I can make alternate arrangements. Trust me, I understand.]

The dorkish traveler

Musings

When I was younger, I never used to mind much about seating locations on the plane. Anywhere was good enough because I immediately nodded off to sleep because this has always been a relatively easy way to pass the idle paralysis of a plane ride. In the last two years, I’ve become what you might call a plane (all pun intended) snob. I only accept a window seat; I now make it a point to request a vegetarian meal even though I know that means airline food at its exponentially worse; I’m even the dork that goes through e-check in and prints out the boarding passes much to the clear frustration of ground staff that have to figure how to tear the crisp piece of A4 without ripping my copy. This transformation happened under my nose: I am the Traveler Who Has Narrowed Down Her Options (For Life).

There are a few perks to this. For example, the window seat let me enjoy this view on my way to Cyprus:

A seat with a view

A seat with a view

The pink hue, the light blue, the shades of Greek islands below, confirmed my plane seating option for life. How can people think about something as plebeian as leg room, when you have the whole sky to gaze at beyond you? I normally never take photos from the plane, but the sky’s colors were so warm, I couldn’t resist.

After arriving here in one piece last night, I spend Mother’s Day with the women of my family: my mom and grandma. I also snooped around my mom’s crafts workshop for kids and I was completely inspired by the colors, the creativity and the pervading feeling of childish innocence at the place. It made me want to be a kid again and relive my childhood. Paper butterflies, papier mâché blowfish and other such crafts exploded colorfully all around me.

Origami flutter

Origami flutter

Behind the mask

Behind the mask

Take a marker

Take a marker

There's no match for these little drawers

There's no match for these little drawers

Angelific

Angelific

If I was thirsty for a splash of color, I feel that thirst has now been quenched. I’m feeling a colorful, creative buzz that’s very refreshing.

I’m allowed these small joys still even if I’ve become the sort of traveler I used to deride. Easy to spot too: Colorful clothes, a book in hand bookmarked by printed-out boarding passes. You can go ahead and make fun of me, call me crazy or a big dork. To be honest, I’m both of  these things.

Hence, plain bananas (plain dork just didn’t have the right sound to it).