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The results of the 2006 Admissions Marketing Report - an annual award competition judging everything from TV ads to brochures and websites to magazines - have been released.
Case took the Gold Award for Total Recruitment Package.
Plus, we were among a few Gold Award winners from all categories to be named Best in Show. According to the site, this recognition means that we “exhibited the highest production standards, creativity and professionalism,” and “captured the attention and admiration of our panel of judges.”
The report is available in PDF.
So in other words, the Marketing Team in the Office of Undergraduate Admissions rocks!!!
As many of you know, my last job was often less than satisfying. I'm unbelievably happy to be part of a great and very supportive team. Thanks to Lisa for organizing endless photoshoots and being my outgoing self when necessary. Thanks to Cindy for great (and brand-compliant) design. And thanks to Bob for... well just being a great manager and a great guy. (And I was very impressed by your response to this win; I never expected to see you fall to your knees and pull up your shirt a la Brandi Chastain while singing "We are the Champions" in the middle of our office. It's a pity your shirt got hung up on your tie.)
Now I'm going to indulge in a totally immodest moment. Thanks to me!!! This package has been around for a couple years and has taken silver the last two. I'm what's different this year, so I must have made the difference.
Next year, we're going to totally rock their socks off. The intro piece is out, the first set of brochures is off to the printer, and every time Kim, our new designer, sends me a layout, I cry for how good she makes my copy look.
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Knitting and other projects
OK. Let's go back a bit, because I've done a horrible job of documenting my projects.
Back in October when Karen was here, we visited a yarn shop and I was smitten with all the colors and textures of yarn. So a bought a ball of novelty yarn, which promised to be very forgiving of my beginners mistakes, and created this skinny accessory scarf:
Then, I made a few dishcloths for my mom. I gave them to her for Christmas. For my true love, I gave him a couple skeins of baby alpaca (couldn't figure out how to knit him something without him knowing) and knit him this scarf:
Then, I started to think that all this knitting crap I was acquiring needed a kitty-proof container. Karen has a excellent knitting bag -- big as the great outdoors with lots of pockets and a springy straight-hex closure on top. After trolling JoAnn for cool remnants and searching the Internet for the closure hardware, I created this:
Yes, It's big and as of yet, it has no handles. I'll get to handles; I just haven't desided exactly what I want yet. I'm most proud of the design I made for the cord that attaches the tassles. It's a little hard to see, since it's red on red, but the cord is coiled into a cat design:
Then, I remembered this fabulous mohair sweater that I never wear because - let's face it - it's never cold enough to be able to stand a bulky mohair sweater. (Unfortunately, I forgot to get a picture of the sweater.) I decided that it really wanted to be a wrap/shawl thing. I was warned about the difficulty of unknitting mohair, but I was not deterred. Actually, it wasn't that bad, probably because the sweater has been worn so infrequently, the fibers never got too tangled. So here's the yarn:
And at the bottom of that monsterous bag still sits the Van Gogh cross-stitch project - I just haven't had the brain for it.
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Thoughts about my Mind
I've had a couple sessions with the shrink at this point and this week, I've found myself thinking about the mind.
The Goldberg Contraption in My Head
I have this image of my mind as a great big Goldberg contraption, a la the old mousetrap game. As I go through life, stimuli -- words, situations -- are like balls of various sizes, colors and consistency. To make meaning of these balls, they roll around through the contraption, getting sorted out, until they find the rut in which they most aptly fit and plop into a container *plink* of definition.
Some of the ruts and sorting mechansisms came into being at moments that made a great impressions on me. Others appears through repeated use. Though the whole contraption is multi-leveled and -layered, I kind of think of ruts like paths in the earth. Some made by pacing, some by flash floods, others by the flow of careful irrigation. Some are planned paths and others shortcuts that emerged between other ruts.
The Placebo Effect
I think placebo effects are great. They are actually my preferred way to be comforted or cured. So often, placebo effect is dismissed. It's an anomoly, a sort of margin of error. X percent of the control group thinks it's better although they are just taking some inert substance.
But isn't that the best we can hope for? To be cured by something with no side effects? Give me a placebo any day.
Even if the placebo effect is all in one's head, it's like -- to extend my image of the mind -- their's been this pathway of disease and suddenly the mind alters that pathway to be not so uncomfortable or even just plain gone. It does that just because it expects a change.
Of course the placebo effect requires belief. I read this great article in The Atlantic a few years ago in which a traditional doctor who has been taking an alternative medical treatment tells skeptics not to explain their skepticism to him, "Don't ruin my placebo effect." As you read on, if you are skeptical of the treatment I've been getting, don't ruin my placebo effect and post statements of your skepticism.
Changing the Ruts.
This week in therapy I tried EMDR and I think this is really going to work for me. When I try to go in my mind to the memory we worked on, it's like the earth has been smoothed and resurfaced. The ruts associated with the memory are all gone. It's really cool. I vaguely remember the incident, but the details are a little fuzzy and their no emotion associated with it. Trying to concentrate to recall the details and the emotion is, well, boring. I find my attention going elsewhere.
What's really strange is that I get the same feeling when I try to recall incidents that share the same theme as the one we worked on.
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Tough old bird
Well, much to everyone's surprise, it appears that my father is going to live for a while longer. After two weeks of sedation, antibiotics, dialysis and life support, he's breathing own his own. He's been transferred to a long term care facility for continuing dialysis and other treatment.
This is no small feat, considering that he arrived at the hospital two weeks ago with a gangrenous gall bladder, had a heart attack, and suffered kidney failure. Those of you who know of my father will not be surprised that the surgeon discovered quite a bit of alcohol damage to his liver while removing his gall bladder.
He always explained his good luck after the most stupid, intoxicated, life-threatening incidents by saying that he wasn't good enough for heaven and the devil wouldn't take him.
Guess it's still the case.
It's also still the case that I just can't bring myself to see him. I have no hope that any good could come of it.
So I'm seeing a psychologist instead. There's hope there.
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Sounds like a fine plan, imo.
Baby, it's cold outside
Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. SNOOZE...Late.
Late, late, late, late, late. Shower. Alarm. Smack. Dress. Blow dry hair.
Feed the whiney boy kitty. Grab Treo.
Coat. New hole in arm left armpit lining? No scarf? Shoulder seams hit mid-bicep.
Fingertips barely peek out from the arms.
The pretty girl kitty sits on the piano, starring at me with a
Cheshire grin, like she's been waiting for this moment all morning.
That's what happens when I grab my husband's coat. If only I could have located mine.
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Jones Soda and Aladdin's pies
Thought of the day:
"If you're always trying to cater to everyone, you have no soul."
-Peter van Stolk , founder and CEO, Jones Soda
News of the week:
The SAGES Cafe [Gods! the SAGES people need to do something about that page!] is now carrying pies and pizza's from Aladdin's. Woo-hoo! Middle Eastern food! And it's a great bargain.
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Thanks for sharing that tidbit about the SAGES cafe. I think you just determined where I'm getting lunch tomorrow :)
Photos, Good news, bad news.
Pictures from Christmas now on Flickr!
I went to the dentist today for the first time in ten years. I got a clean bill of oral health. Yeah! I'm lucky to be someone who doesn't accumulate a lot of plaque.
In other news, my father is in the hospital. It is quite possibly terminal. It's hard to know how to feel about it given that we haven't spoken since... uh... about the time of my last dentist's visit. Somehow it's emotionally exhausting all the same.
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PS
Final thought for now... new pictures from the holiday break to come!
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Requiem for my black cardigan - Part 2 - Long live the black cardigan
You all will (no doubt) be thrilled that I may have found a new black twin set. All cotton, machine wash and dry. The body and sleeves are a sturdy but fine knit and has a crocheted shawl collar (doesn't look as old-ladyish as it sounds). The body of the shell is also a plain knit with a crocheted mock turtle neck. I sort of expected the mock t-neck to bother me--and had the evil thought of removing the crocheted part--but I can report not noticing it after half a day.
The only thing that may require modification are the buttons. The buttons on the cardi are small, plastic and black. The buttons on the crocheted part of the t-neck are large (too large for their holes) and crochet-covered. I can do better.
Woo-hoo. An excuse to go to the craft store. Like I needed one.
I have a number projects going right now.
There is the monstrous van Gogh cross stitch of a bajillion colors that I haven't quite finished. I'm down to the last eighth, and it's by no means the most difficult eighth, but my heart's just not been in it.
There is the baby alpaca scarf I'm knitting for JE. Oooo. Baby alpaca. Possibly the software fiber on the face of the planet. It's going quite well and I should finish this week. And then I will miss the baby alpaca.
There is are a couple skeins of chenille. I bought them because I wanted to knit something and am only capable of scarves at the moment. So I started a scarf, wasn't happy with the width of it, ripped it all out, and there it sits.
All this stuff sits in a pile between the loveseat on which I typically lounge and cat tree. This invites way too many curious paws. So I decided I needed a big tote. My friend Karen has a stitching/knitting tote I particularly admire. So now the pile includes the makings for a tote.
I found a great remnant for the bulk of the body--3/4 yd of a quilted Asian-inspired brocade--about a month ago. Then I tracked down a big straight-hex-open frame--which is the niftiest thing about Karen's bag. A couple nights ago, I safety-pinned the fabric to the frame and stuffed my stuff into it. It wasn't quite wide enough that I could easily get my cross stitch scroll frame in and out of it, and wasn't quite as deep as I would like. Another trip to Jo Ann fabric and I found a remnant of heavy black canvas that would be great to use for the sides and bottom--keeping the brocade for the front and back--thus increasing the height and width. Still need to find straps. Jo Ann seemed to have had a run on the width of black strapping I wanted.
I'm also eyeing up a sweater in my chest of drawers that might want to be reknitted into a shawl. It's a gorgeous sweater whose fatal flaw is that it is way to warm to actually wear. It's mohair. My brother bought it for me ages ago in Italy. OK. Maybe one could wear it skiing in the Italian alps, but I don't do much of that. Hmmm... Another project for the pile?
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Haiku to Gold Toe Socks
Oh, fine gold toe socks.
Why are you so very comfy,
Must be the gold toe.
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So much to do, so little time
*Sigh*
There was so much I planned to do over this break. Blog, knit, blog about knitting projects, figure out my new digital camera, upload pictures to the blog.
OK. So I got some knitting done. Somehow, a few days visiting in Pittsburgh, and then I was felled by a mighty cold.
Now I just want my throat to stop hurting.
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