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Up and running, kinda.

February 3rd, 2009 | 2 comments | Skydiving

Welcome everyone, to SydneyOwen.com! I am pleased to introduce you to my blog, version 2.0. This is the second new look since it’s inception in October – and with each makeover, it’s getting better. In an effort to have some street cred for SXSW, I thought I’d nix the .wordpress part of my URL and go for the gold.  As...

 
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Mysterious vibrations

January 23rd, 2009 | 7 comments | Skydiving

A colleague of mine, Nick, and I were emailing back and forth today and he asked me, mid-professional conversation, “do you ever get phantom phone vibrations? It has felt like my belt has been vibrating all day. Talk about annoying” And I was thinking, okay, I’m not the only one who is perpetually checking their phone to see if they are...

 
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Dad switched gears three times in 50 years.

January 10th, 2009 | 2 comments | Skydiving

What will I be when I grow up?  Well, it’s almost time for me to make a choice.  When I think about where I am and where I’ll be in a year, 5 years, even 10, my mind does one of two things: shuts down or starts spinning with ideas. My dad always told me I could be whatever I...

 
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Instant Gratification – Staying True to Gen Y Stereotypes

January 5th, 2009 | 4 comments | Skydiving

Extra, extra, read all about it!  Being obsessed with instant results is a part of being a card-holding member of Gen Y.  Critics of Gen Y, including this guy say we’re too lazy, we’re spoiled, we have a tremendous sense of entitlement and that we’re too self-centered.  Well, sure, I slept in until noon every day of my winter break,...

 
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Turn down the Christmas music, please.

December 24th, 2008 | 4 comments | Skydiving

Penelope Trunk made a good point on her blog earlier this morning.  I commented, and my comment inspired me to elaborate on why Christmas at my “office” sucks. I’ll tell you what I hate about Christmas at my “office” (read: restaurant). I hate that one of my coworkers says “Merry Christmas” to guests as they leave. I told her we...