bookmark_borderMe, a conservative? Har-de-har!

Today at work, I was told that I can be quite conservative in my public relations decisions. But that this was a fine thing, since it’s good to have a variety of opinions around the issues we deal with.

Makes sense, after all, a lot of PR is about making judgement calls. And boy, do I ever like to be judgmental — har-de-har.

Upon reflection, I guess I have rarely met a rule that I don’t like or a process that I don’t love to follow. But I have been known to shake it up — I’ll check my notes for some examples and report back.

I have also been called conservative by friends and loved ones. No, not the kind that votes for Harper or doesn’t believe in premarital sex. (I certainly did not and I do.)

The other kind.

The kind that’s hard to put your finger on. I have been sitting here trying to figure out what to call my brand of conservatism — your suggestions are welcome.

So far all I’ve got is the fact that I am the child of first-generation immigrants — something rooted back in the old country is embedded in my being. Something traditional lurks beneath my hip self.

Dunno. Still trying to figure it out.

bookmark_borderOffice Dancer

This was just discovered on a colleague’s computer — it was titled “camera test.” It was taken when we were in our temporary offices at work — so around December, 2009. I put it on YouTube because I have no shame — and I think I look pretty cute. (Notice how my two office mates are totally unmoved!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKJ7l2c2jBM&feature=youtu.be