Work is not pressing this week, but I am leaving for Orcas on Friday morning and Rachel and Micah are coming into town Thursday afternoon. GRRRR. I can't pass up this opportunity but I don't want to stress about it either!
Posted on December 27, 2005 @ 3:18 PM | 4 comments
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Big ups to you! That's fabulous news, congratulations!
By 
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1:36 AM, December 28, 2005
cool! what getting paid? what topico?
By , at
11:11 PM, December 29, 2005
i don't see a fam gallery... and hey, i thought you didn't work for flux.
By , at
11:12 PM, December 29, 2005
So do you, like, do lots of shady SEO stuff to make this site appear more popular? Is it really like the 9,000th hit for "numine"? ;-P
By , at
7:33 PM, December 30, 2005
'Twas a good, fairly peacable Christmas. J and I made out like Holiday Bandits, though we managed to spend a good $300 the day after. Damn you, Ikea! Serves us right. I won't catalogue our loot here, but needless to say, our rockin' apartment is now even rocking-er-er. And the only thing I put on my sparse list but didn't get was a Japanese-style rice cooker. I'm pretty sure we can get the hook-ups at Costco.
I gave J cocaine for Christmas, and I mean that more literally than figuratively. World of Warcraft. And part of the deal is that because I need a new hobby as I spend far too much time being productive, he gets me a copy in return. That way, since I won't be seeing him in real life any more, I can at least see him online. Awwz, how romantic.
We're going to take down our Christmas tree soon, scour the house clean, "smudge" it to chase away any negative energy, and prepare for 2006. We'll be spending the turning of the calendar year on Orcas Island with our good friends, RacheMicah. We even got a $50 bottle of Champagne (ok, on sale...) in preparation. I can't wait!
Posted on December 26, 2005 @ 9:53 PM | 8 comments
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what are your sisters' names?
damn you, justin!! where's the ring?!
By , at
10:33 PM, December 26, 2005
Noooooo!
Don't say I didn't warn you about the crack.
Not that I should talk, I'd still play that thing if I were willing to sacrifice having a job or having spare time for my friends. I'm still tempted to relapse at least once a month or so.
Just whatever you do, don't play a goddamn night elf, there must be 7 of them to every 1 of any other race. Tauren are way sexier, anyways ;)
By , at
10:51 PM, December 26, 2005
That is one awesome Christmas tree!
By , at
1:31 AM, December 27, 2005
I can't quite rap my head around a druid tauren. Sure they would make a great bear, but that's a lot of shrinking to get into cat form...and the seal form? Big Cow...tiny seal...that's magic.
By , at
12:36 PM, December 27, 2005
as in THE J?
By , at
2:03 PM, December 27, 2005
Probably, given the rap/wrap typo. ^_^
My sisters' names are listed in the big family portraits inside the gallery (paired with faces). Have a look!
By 
Kat, at
2:10 PM, December 27, 2005
is liz supposed to look like she's doing allie in the ass? hm. where do those two go to college?
By , at
8:21 PM, January 01, 2006
Hahahha! Well, originally she just had her hands on my butt like I have mine on Eleanor's...but I guess we all shifted...so yes, she is doing me in the ass!
By , at
12:52 PM, January 02, 2006
Meowmeow meow meow meowmeow meow meowmeow meow meow meowmeow meow meow meow meowmeow meow meow meow meowmeow meow meowmeow meow meow meow meowmeow meow meow meow meowmeow meow meow meow meowmeow meow MEOW!!!
Posted on December 24, 2005 @ 11:08 PM | 1 comments
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Feliz Navidad to you!
ME-OW
By Meow, at
9:06 AM, December 25, 2005
I worked late last night while waiting for Justin to pick me up. At one point, toward 7 o'clock, I logged onto AIM and actually started chatting with SmarterChild, a chat-bot similar to (but smarter than) old-skool chat bots like Mac's Eliza program. SmarterChild and I only chatted for a few minutes before I tired of its trite, canned responses peppered with advertisements. But I did capture some choice gems... (click for full sized images)
Yesterday, Justin and I traded our old 12-cup Mr. Coffee for a Senseo Coffee Maker at a Senseo.com Drop Your Drip Event. Why?
-It was free!
-Our old coffee maker made bad coffee-- ok, maybe that was the beans or me, but whatever
-New gadgets are great!
-We only need one or two cups of coffee at a time, not four or more
-I can dig it
-You don't just have to use their crappy coffee tea-bags, you can get refillable pods and use any grounds you want!
-Foam!
Anyway, we tried it with the free medium-roast coffee that was included... and though the 1-cup portion sizes are a bit Europan (4 oz), it was a rather fine cup of coffee, if I do say so myself! You can make two cups at once, or one "mug" (8oz) of coffee too. Call me a sucker for convenience (Read: lazy), but I think this yuppie thinger and I are gonna get along.
Posted on December 21, 2005 @ 11:47 AM | 4 comments
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FOAM!
By Adrienne, at
7:01 PM, December 21, 2005
Your laziness is nothing. I drink instant Nescafe Excella now, using hot water I make in my Japanese hot water heater pot.
I thought about getting a real coffee maker, but it's just so much more convenient to drink instant. The hot water pot can be used for coffee, tea, noodles, all sorts of things, but a coffee maker only makes coffee.
By Chris P., at
4:56 PM, December 22, 2005
Ahh iChat and OSX... gotta love eXpose'!
By , at
1:22 AM, December 23, 2005
That app looks terribly annoying, is it consistantly fraught with ads like that, or did you just catch particular moments that were that horrible?
Ah old-school Eliza... There is an updated version for OS X by the way. And I can't remember how to get to it, but the unix editor emacs has a therapist built-in (not to mention tetris, and cookie recipies).
By Louie, at
1:33 PM, January 02, 2006
Posted on December 20, 2005 @ 5:52 PM | 0 comments
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They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. Sometimes, however, there are no words.
See the Llama Christmahanukwanza-ramayule-dolstice Party Gallery for more, and don't forget to read the post below for weekend masochism!
Posted on December 19, 2005 @ 11:35 PM | 0 comments
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Saturday, J and I drove down to Eugene for Rama-Llama-Dolstice, the Llama Christmas party. Beforehand, I'd agreed to accompany Rachel on Sunday's 8:30AM distance run, but only for half of the ten mile course. Five miles was already a good half mile or so farther than the farthest distance I'd ever run. It worked out that I'd get a ride back at the turnaround point and wait for her to finish. But... I didn't stop. I ran the whole thing. TEN MILES! And I felt pretty good for most of it!
Somewhere around the seven mile mark, the growing tension in my glutes, quads, and IT band gave way to a solid stiff discomfort. Around eight miles, I started feeling like an arthritic grandma. As others had complained of some soreness when I was trying to decide to stop at five miles, I decided I could push through. I didn't have any trouble with breath or heart rate... I just felt unusually drained. And it's obvious why-- my body was *seriously* confused about what was going on.
At nine miles, it started to hail, then sleet. By the time we rounded a corner and ascended the short hill to the final stretch, the ground was slick with ice. The parking lot before the finish line was treacherous. I guess a few runners fell but weren't hurt. We were pretty lucky, given that I had little muscular control at that point. Ten minute miles for ten miles and now I feel like... A GIMP! It hurts when I sit, it hurts when I stand, and don't ASK me to descend stairs! Well, I exaggerate; it isn't *that* bad, but it certainly is a different kind of post-workout pain than the aches I usually cherish. I'm sure in a few days I'll be fine. ^_^
The weather we experienced caused eight fatality accidents in Eugene alone, closed several miles of freeway, and fucked traffic from mid-state to Portland. By the end of the day, we decided to stay overnight, which was all well and good because I hadn't relished the thought of sitting five hours in the car after running an hour and forty minutes. (I can imagine how stiff I'd be today.) Instead, we drank copious amounts of wine (as usual) and soaked in a hot tub. MMMMM....
Pictures from the Llama-rrific party will be posted shortly, after I finish with my Holiday Cards.
Posted on @ 9:26 PM | 4 comments
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Round here, they never close ANYTHING, regardless of weather.
Go off the road? You're expected to have food in the car.
Encounter snow drifts on the interstate? You're expected to be driving a huge 4wd truck.
Which explains how I had to have the optometrist and two opticians push my car out of their snow-loaded parking lot last week.
I know what you mean about the running. Except for me, I feel that way after running like half a mile. I can walk for hours... at a 12% incline. But decide to crank it up a notch, and all I can do is stagger around and demand for people to bring me booze.
By Adrienne, at
4:36 AM, December 20, 2005
That is quite a distance! Congratulations, Kat!
By inkandpen, at
6:50 AM, December 20, 2005
Oh, that is just lovely... copious amounts, always a great thing.
By , at
8:41 AM, December 20, 2005
Yay for running... now find a training group in Seattle already so that we can run marathons together!
By Rachel, at
9:57 AM, December 20, 2005
I didn't feel great about doing this, but hear me out. Basically, it allowed me to get all that I had before, plus one more normally priced forty-dollar item for fifty cents LESS than my original purchase price. Could you pass that up?
Anyhow, how that all works out is too long and complicated for me to detail here. Just trust me, it does. I was stressed about pulling off such a shopping taboo, so I decided just to approach the nice-looking metrosexual (ok, flaming) clerk at the counter and tell him my quandary. He didn't hesitate to ring it up just as I'd asked!
Sometimes it pays to be forward with people.
When I came into the store, I noticed they had another new holiday promo. You could get a number of complimentary items for free with a purchase above, for example, $100. One of those items was a cute, dressy, black clutch. One girl was admiring it, so I asked to see it when I was at the counter. The clerk started telling me how a woman had come in the other day and asked to hold it, then paraded around the store and declared, "Yeah, I could wear this!" I gave it a try and handed it back to him. "You can have it if you purchase over $100!" he said. I definitely hadn't spent that much and wasn't planning to so I said "no, sorry, I'm all shopped out, I need to quit while I'm ahead." And, I admitted, I probably don't dress up enough to deserve it anyway.
Without blinking, he put it into my bag and replied, "Well, now you can dress up."
Color me a happy holiday shopper.
Posted on December 16, 2005 @ 10:57 PM | 5 comments
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Saiko!
By , at
2:27 AM, December 17, 2005
You knowingly went through all of that just to save $0.50? I don't think I quite follow...
By Waterseek, at
9:57 AM, December 17, 2005
Nonono, I got an additional gifty at the store (worth $40) for free... because of the coupon and price adjustments to the original items due to a sale. AND was refunded .50 cents... not to mention the free clutch, which would cost $30! =D
By Kat, at
5:40 PM, December 17, 2005
don't feel bad for outsmarting banana republic or whatever store it was ... if they didn't think about the fact that their discount policy could be used against them, they're idiots. ps: cute clutch!
By , at
7:34 PM, December 19, 2005
I don't feel bad at all! Oh, and that's not the specific clutch... I just linked to a photo of one because I figured some of y'all wouldn't know what a clutch was. Mine has a silver clasp, and is made of black velvet with a small, tasteful, black sequined flower on it.
By Kat, at
8:51 PM, December 19, 2005
I remember when I was amazed by life, learning, and love. All that good bohemian stuff. I remember when "growing up" was the ultimate goodness, the power of change at my fingertips. All I wanted was to enter "Real World" and give it my best shot. Brains, brawn, and beauty. I figured that would be good enough to sustain the feeling.
What a laugh. An intellectual idealist becomes an intellectual cynic. How typical.
Even though I have everything I could ask for, I never feel amazed.
I wish I could go back.
Posted on December 15, 2005 @ 11:52 AM | 6 comments
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merf -.-
By , at
1:46 AM, December 16, 2005
Don't you wish that you could just go back in time and enjoy the moment where you felt the most at ease... I'm not sure about you or others, but even though it seems that some of us feel that we have just about everything we could ask for, there's always that something that constantly has us thinking and wondering about what the following day will bring and hope at the end of the day everything will be alright.
By , at
6:28 PM, December 16, 2005
There is a friend of mine (who shall remain anonymous) continually dreaming of returning to the simplicity of a farm that he grew up on. His memories of this place are idyllic, and sometimes lacking of the very real tensions and emotions that caused his family to splinter at a later time. He equally fluctuates back and forth, much like a pendulum, with memories of being some sort of popular drug-addled person in high school, and when he is most down and out, he longs to return to that phase in his life.
I do not know which memory saddens me more; the idyllic farm that he can never return to, or the feeling he had of fitting into a group of people that never cared enough to stay in touch with him.
I do appreciate, however, the feeling that things will never quite be the same in the now. And to think, I'm not quite started with 'adult' life myself in some respects. "Baby steps", I chide myself.
I will say this, as far as wisdom goes, while allowing wholeheartedly for the possibility that I'm wrong. I believe it is possible to rediscover amazement, but only when we frame it in context of the present. All too often, at least in my own life, I have chased shades that were not as bright as I recalled, or never as clearly in focus. But for me, now, there is much amazement in all that I see, under a new light.
You can't go back, but it finds you again, transformed.
Apologies if I meandered too long.
Take care, Kat.
Charles
By Cad, at
3:14 AM, December 17, 2005
just wait till you have kids. hey are you getting a diamond for xmas or what?!?!
By , at
7:33 PM, December 19, 2005
Yea, that's why I have big plans NOT to have kids for at least another eight years. And a diamond? Hmm... that's up to him!
By Kat, at
8:50 PM, December 19, 2005
justin if you read this blog: get off yer ass, boy!
By , at
11:19 PM, December 19, 2005
**(The best part about this is showing it to people who know little or nothing about the Japanese because then they think Japan is REALLY weird)
Posted on December 14, 2005 @ 2:17 PM | 1 comments
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Thanks, that was really awesome. With the Japanese I have been taking I have actually understood some of it as well = ).
By Zac, at
10:00 PM, December 14, 2005
As soon as it turned December, Justin and I decided we had to have a Christmas tree. I was content to get one at a lot, except that he said he wanted a Noble Fir. Anyone who's gone tree shopping before knows that Nobles cost in upwards of thirty dollars and more realistically somewhere around fifty. My parents insisted that they were going to cut down a tree "in the mountains" as they've done for the past three years and that if we went with them, we could easily cut down a Noble.
We joined them on their trek to Snoqualmie pass, where we purchased two tree permits for $10 each from the North Bend ranger station. The forest service designates certain areas as "tree zones" where you can harvest trees under twelve feet. My parents had one service road in mind they'd used the year before. The rangers advised us that the road had been plowed and it was a fairly popular area, so we imagined we'd be able to easily find a tree if we could press through the crowds.
As it turned out, the road had been plowed, but not salted or graveled. No sooner had we started to laugh at some poor saps in a truck who were spinning their wheels on the side of the road, we found ourselves in the same plight.
( Continue...)
The foot of packed snow beneath our tires had an icy sheen that made it impossible to drive, much less stand on. Several people trying to chain up spent the better part of half an hour helping dig and push us out and fell down every few minutes from the effort.
The forest service was stopped up the road, telling anyone without chains that they wouldn't make it to the top: the farther up, the harder it became to turn around and go back down. My dad reluctantly pulled away, and we sighed a breath of relief. We tried another exit but decided that none of the service roads were safe. Instead, we hiked up a trail behind a family with kids on sleds, to see if we could have better luck there.
The family turned around as soon as the trail hit a hillside, but we kept climbing, up onto the Iron Horse, and along the tracks. We were far too low in elevation to find a small enough tree, but we didn't want to give up. A few minutes along, a couple passed us the other direction dragging a tree. They offered me a few encouraging words, but when I caught up to my family, they told me the couple had cut down their tree over a mile away, after hiking up the steep bank and "topping" (read: cutting a tree down more than two feet up the trunk) a larger tree. Cheap.
As we hit a bend in the trail, my dad veered left and ran off into the bushes by himself, following the scent of Christmas trees. A few minutes later, we heard a shout and trotted down to find dad nowhere to be seen and at our feet the scraffy remains of a pathetic cedar.
"It looked good as I was cutting it down," dad said.
After I'd accused him of being a murderer, we cut the boughs off the cedar for making wreaths and kept looking. My parents found a statuesque tree nearby and cut it off only *slightly* higher than they should have. As it turns out, the tree was eleven feet tall and almost too wide for their living room. These things always look smaller before you get inside.
It was getting dark by the time they cut their tree and Justin and I couldn't find one anywhere. Pissed that we'd spent the whole day on this misadventure for nothing, I said I wasn't leaving without one and I meant it. All the "small" trees we could find were scraggly, and often had branches on only the side that wasn't overshadowed by bigger trees. After another fifteen minutes, we hiked back up to the trail and my dad began to lug their tree back down to the car. Fine, fine, said I, I'm just going to look a bit farther. So we did, and a few feet away from where we'd left the trail, we found a small, prickly, but not-a-bit-lopsided noble fir.
The perfect size for an apartment, it is! a shoved it in the car, took it home, and trussed it up with ornaments and lights from Target. It's Justin and my very first "real" Christmas together (by real, I mean "WITH DECORATIONS!!!") and we're proud of our little wacky tree. Especially after all the trouble we went through to get it. What do you think?
See: Iron Horse Hike Gallery
Posted on @ 12:08 PM | 4 comments
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I like it, it's got character. :)
It reminds me a little of the Charlie Brown tree...ok, it's not that sad.
Yay, for you guys!
By , at
2:51 PM, December 14, 2005
I LOVE your tree. (And envy that you have a place to put one in your apartment). My grandparents always cut trees in the mountains (in ID) and my grandma always picks a tree that looks much like yours. Why? you can see the ornaments better!
I like the kitty posing with your tree, too.
By Adrienne, at
5:47 PM, December 14, 2005
I think it is ADORABLE! And so is Mr. Rupert, who looks very proud... like he caught it himself. Has he tried climbing it yet?
By inkandpen, at
10:21 AM, December 16, 2005
Rupert hasn't really shown any interest in it, surprisingly-- except for knocking one ornament off!
By Kat, at
10:32 AM, December 16, 2005
SEOmoz.org (my work) will be featured in Newsweek Magazine this coming Monday! The best I can hope for is a brief mention and inclusion in a group photo, though I don't know how likely that is. However, it's still exciting. Keep an eye out!
Posted on December 09, 2005 @ 4:06 PM | 3 comments
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I'll be the first to say it, SEOmoz is the new Google! Let me buy stock!
By Chris P., at
3:13 PM, December 11, 2005
Seen this?
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10312475/site/newsweek/
By , at
10:37 PM, December 11, 2005
She (the woman in the article about Japan) is pretty much right on, except that I'd count her as a bit of a whiner. I always felt my status as a gaijin, especially my height, gave me super powers. Height is really a big boon for some things in Tokyo-- like getting air when the subway is deathly crowded, and helping your friends find you on a Shibuya street corner. Of all the things that bothered me in Tokyo, height really wasn't one. And I *liked* standing out in the Ofuro-- I know I'm a hottie. ;-)
By Kat, at
10:50 PM, December 11, 2005
Posted on @ 2:15 PM | 3 comments
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Naw. Santa Claus was around WAY before naked women. Women never got naked before the 70s.
By Lazy Lightning, at
4:30 PM, December 09, 2005
Maybe in the US... but man, those Greeks could party.
By Kat, at
4:34 PM, December 09, 2005
that was greek men... men got naked. =P
By , at
1:01 PM, December 12, 2005
On our trip to Pittsburgh, we were operating on less than five hours sleep. Then, we almost missed a connection and didn't make it home. After being shuffled like cattle from flight to flight and sitting long hours in cabins too dry to sleep, we felt pretty miserable. These are a few travel moments that made the trip at least ironically amusing.
**At the gate of our morning flight to the East Coast, I pulled a strange black object out of my carry-on. It took me a moment to realize that I had just gone through security with a picnic wine-opener. Yes, folks, a metal corkscrew. I can add to the other times I've broken the law... two instances where I unknowingly made it through security with a portable Leatherman (think swiss army knife)... and the one time I was held up as a bomb threat for twenty minutes when a light-up pen made them empty my entire luggage looking for its suspicious mechanism.
**Immediately after boarding a plane, several infants began to cry. Justin, looking for a bit of sleep-deprived humor, whispered sinisterly that "the children cry because they fear the 'Old Gods' will reach up from the depths as we fly over the sea to devour their tender bodies." I gently reminded him that we would be crossing the Midwest and I was fairly certain that Cthulu would not plunge a tentacle out of the waving fields of the American Heartland. If there's any place that so-called "Old Gods" avoid, it's the Midwest.
**Minutes later, Justin picked up SkyMall Magazine. On the cover was a small, African American child gleefully eyeing a tall, black air filter (picture the obelisk from 2001 Space Odyssey) wearing a santa hat. "Man," said Justin, "The black Santa is creepy."
**We were on the same flight for five hours and we crossed three time zones. They didn't feed us a single meal... not ONE... nor anything resembling real food. They gave us two meager "snacks," which consisted of a beverage and some form of 100-calorie crackers. The flight attendants made one critical mistake, however... they parked the snack cart near us and walked away. Sensing the potential onslaught of my hypoglycemic rage, Justin reached into the cart and stealthily plucked out an extra packet of cheez-its. He smiled smugly, and over the next minute we filled my carry-on with Oreos, cheese-crackers, and granola bars. We had enouhg hotel room munchies for the whole week.
**On the return leg, we were delayed flying from Pittsburgh to Atlanta. The reason they gave us was "weather," which, best I can figure it, was how they wanted to financially wash their hands of stranding us in f**cking Georgia. The only "weather" was clouds in the sky. OH NO!!! THE PEACHES MIGHT BE RUINED!! F*cking Georgians. [Sorry, Amy.] We were told we'd be delayed one hour. We thought we might make it because we had an hour and a half layover. Then they held the plane on the tarmack for twenty minutes so a passenger who missed HER connecting flight could have THIS one... thus causing countless passengers on THIS flight to miss theirs. B-E-A-utiful. We pulled into Atlanta at the *exact* time our flight was scheduled to take off. On the upside, the status board told us we still had fifteen minutes to board. On the down side, it also said the gate was closed. WHICH WAS IT??? We asked two separate agents at two separate gates to call the gate of our flight and make sure it was REALLY closed. They said "without a doubt"... and refused to call. With other Seattle passengers, we got in line to rebook (no doubt, not to be compensated). Only when we cleared the line and rehashed what the agents told us, did someone actually call the gate. Guess what? Still boarding!! We RAN, and boarded, which is just as well... because another passenger who'd tried to rebook was told the earliest he could leave was 3PM... the next day.
**After our experience with food on the way to Pittsburgh, we decided to bring our own meal on the way back. And we didn't bring just anything... we packed a feast of leftovers. Three slices of Mineos, the best pizza in Pittsburgh. Veal and garlic mashed potatoes from a fine Italian restaurant. Three varieties of Chinese chicken with white rice. And for dessert? The single pack of Oreos they gave us, washed down with a complimentary glass of milk.
Posted on December 07, 2005 @ 10:48 PM | 3 comments
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LAUGHING like crazy about the black santa and the stealing of the airline food!
Good experience: One time on a latenight Portland to Eugene flight, the steward gave the whole cabin free wine 'because they had to use it up'. I got off the plane red-faced and tipsy just in time to be picked up by Ryan's aunt.
By Lazy Lightning, at
5:18 PM, December 08, 2005
I flew to Montana once on New Year's Eve... not only did they serve free champagne to the nearly empty cabin, but one of the cabin attendants turned out to be the driver who chauffered J & I to and from my Prom (two years before that flight). It was a regular party!
By Kat, at
6:41 PM, December 08, 2005
sounds like quite a trip!!
By , at
3:55 PM, December 10, 2005
Boo-yeah. First Newsweek, then Slashdot. SEOmoz (my work) is just all over the place. This time we made links for the beginner's guide to SEO that I previously mentioned (due to my awesome editing, I'm sure). Slashdot has sent us 675... no, wait, 800 visitors in the last eighteen minutes. Uh. There goes our bandwidth.
Posted on @ 3:06 PM | 0 comments
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So you want to know what I do for a living? Check out the Beginner's Guide to SEO, a comprehensive "booklet" that describes what's what about Search Engine Optimization. What is SEO? Long and short, it's the process of getting a webpage to show up in the search engines for relevant terms-- so that visitors (i.e. potential customers, converts, etc) can find your site.
Now, SEO isn't specifically what *I* do for SEOmoz.org, but it may be something I put my energy into in the future. At the moment, I'm doing a lot of ad work, management of ad accounts, marketing, PR, and a whole slew of web-related tasks for the company and the businesses we assist.
SEO is what I'd call an "up and coming" field, because even though we aren't in the middle of a web 'boom' anymore, web businesses are still growing, and more companies are creating internet presences every day. Even those who were created during the boom can struggle to get the hits, rankings, and recognition they need to succeed. There are good ways to go about getting your site noticed, and there are bad ways. The good ways include good design, good copy writing, and a lot of patience, among other things. The bad ways include spamming, getting your ass sued, et cetera.
A while back, Wired Magazine took notice of SEO and decided to interview SEOmoz.org and a spammer, to get the scoop on the contrast between "White Hat" and "Black Hat" SEO. They ended up first cutting out the spammer (bad move, lost the edge) and then the whole piece. BUT... it will be featured, photos and all, in Newsweek after Christmas. So keep your eyes peeled and look for me (ok, us) in the papers!
Posted on December 06, 2005 @ 12:17 PM | 3 comments
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Is "moz" an acronymn for something?
By , at
12:19 AM, December 07, 2005
"Moz" is derived from "Mozilla," the open-source browser, and generally refers to open-source projects (There's a MusicMoz, among other things).
By Kat, at
9:24 AM, December 07, 2005
Ah, it's all clear to me now. Thanks.
By , at
5:34 PM, December 07, 2005
More updates at Thanksgiving photos soon... still lacking internet at home and no time to post at work (busy with mastering search engines, etc.). =^-^=
Posted on December 01, 2005 @ 12:36 PM | 4 comments
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You lucky bitches in Seattle with your snow! We have a lot of rain here... which is neat... 'cause it turns everything green... but snow!!11
Guess who in our household has been watching the radar and weather patterns for weeks, in hopes of spotting a chance of snow? He's finally going to the mountains this to get his snow fix on, while I stay back and work the week before finals. Boo, I hate school.
Hope you are well!
P.S. my word id was: hizzlxyz, hehe
By Waterseek, at
12:44 PM, December 02, 2005
what about BANFF photos?
:(
By , at
2:37 AM, December 03, 2005
Sorry, my priority is first to the most recent photos, and I barely have time for those.
By Kat, at
10:26 AM, December 04, 2005
snoooooooow!
banff is cool but snow is cooler.
By , at
8:26 PM, December 05, 2005
