The first step to solving a problem is admitting you have it.

Hi.  My name is Marianne. And I am a social media addict.

What does that mean?  Well, I check my Facebook each and every morning for new messages, notifications, and events. I flip through my friends’ photo albums. I write cute quips on their status updates. I write up my own status, announcing my displeasure at the pain of working out, or expressing my opinion on a recent news article. Then, I check my Blackberry for Twitter updates.  Now that I have two Twitter accounts, I have to make sure that I don’t miss any @mentions.

I repeat this not once, twice, or even thrice, but multiple times throughout the day. If I’m bored sitting in traffic, I’ll scan through Facebook updates. I post my workouts via SportyPal to Facebook and twitter. Some nights, when I have nothing to do, I’ll just waste a couple of hours on Facebook.

But I’m finally kicking the habit.

I still love Facebook, because it allows me to create events, share images, and interact with my friends.  But do I need to be checking in so often?  No.  I love Twitter, because it allows me to interact with the blogosphere, share ideas, and see what interesting articles are being written. It also means that I am instantly alerted if Financial Uproar starts getting creepy. Of the two, Twitter is definitely the lesser evil, since Twitter does me a favour by limiting my interactions to 140 characters.  However, it too can be a time-leech.

Last night, when I had to work on a paid writing project, I finally forced myself to install free software called FB Limiter.  The basic, free level allows me to block Facebook and Youtube for as long as I want. It’s password protected, which is kind of useless if it’s only one person, but great for parents or companies. If I were to pay $9.99, I could upgrade to another level, which would allow me to block other social media such as twitter, and would also allow me to block it for specific timeframes.

Usually, when I’m working on a writing assignment, I’m very good about shutting down all distractions and using the time purely to focus on the assignment, which is important because I am paid by the hour. However, last night, I was really struggling with connecting with the piece and the person I was writing for.  I had wanted to start around 6pm, and instead goofed around online procrastinating for another two hours. At 8pm, I’d had enough.  So I installed the blocker and had at it.  I finished the assignment in approximately 1 hour, which is less than half of the time I had spent surfing the web.

As I’ve written before, your time is an asset. Procrastination, in particular surfing social media, can be a huge time-and-energy suck. I don’t even want to calculate how many hours I’ve spent on Facebook. I could have used that time to read, work a part time job, write, learn an instrument, clean, exercise, spend time with friends in person, etc. The “what ifs” make me shudder.

So while I’m not quitting cold turkey, I will be withdrawing from it significantly.  I can’t afford to be addicted to social media.  I have a full time job, two blogs, a book to write, a part time writing job, and a Half Ironman to train for. Each minute I spend on unnecessary surfing will cost me, either financially, physically, or professionally.

Knowing myself well enough to install a limiter was a huge move forward. Next step will be actively using it, and channeling my newfound time into productivity, such as finally learning the guitar (which I bought nearly three years ago), working on youtube vlogging, exercising, and cooking.

Does Social Media eat up your free time?  Or have you learned to use it productively, as an asset to your business, blog, etc?

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Having sufficiently gorged myself this past weekend, I’m almost relieved to be back at the grindstone, both professionally and physically. For non-Canadian readers, this past weekend was Thanksgiving long weekend, and in addition to having absolutely gorgeous weather (getting up to 27 degrees Celsius!) I also fell prey to the many pies and colourful dishes that decorated our dining room table. Extra dollop of whipped cream on my pumpkin pie?  Ooh, yes please.

I always prefer to drive home to the family farm on a Friday, even if it means braving city traffic.  Fully anticipating a hellish departure, I popped by the Esso station around the corner from work on my lunch break, so that I could fill up and get the heck outta Dodge.

Just as I selected my fuel grade, I was politely accosted by a young guy wearing a bright orange construction vest.  I’m going to do my best to recreate our conversation here:

Him: “Hi there!  How are you doing!”

Me: (city dweller, now immediately on my guard) “Good, thanks.”

Insert pleasantries.

Him: “I’m offering this incredible CIBC Esso credit card that will allow you to save up to 10 cents per litre of fuel!  Isn’t that amazing?  Think of how much you could save over the course of a year!”

Me:  “Mm-hm.”

Him:  “Blah blah blah, sign up here, blah blah, we’ll send you all the information, blah blah, no obligation.”

Me: “Actually, I write a personal finance blog and there’s no way I would suggest signing up for a card like this on the fly.  So I’m going to pass thanks.”

Him:  “Oh, really?  Why?”

Me: “Because if I signed up for every card that promised me a good deal, I’d have over twenty cards, each with individual balances that needed to be paid. I think cards like this encourage consumer overspending because you *think* you are saving money. I switch between gas stations all the time and I’m not signing up for a card with another bank for a specific station, just to save ten cents. I have my own rewards card that I use and it works just fine for me.”

Him:  (valiantly trying to save the conversation) “Well, as long as you had a good accounting system in place, and paid off all your bills, there’s no reason why not to have a bunch of different credit cards!  Just pay them all off, you’ll save money at the pumps, at the grocery store, wherever! AND you’ll expand the amount of credit you have available to you, which looks good on the credit score!”

Me:  “I think I’m still going to say no.  But thank you for your time.  Happy Thanksgiving.”

Personally, I can’ t stand the thought of loading up my wallet with more credit cards.  Currently, I have two.  An RBC Rewards Visa (which I only have because if you close a Visa card, it erases your credit history) and my standard TD Rebate Rewards Visa. This is the card I use on a regular basis.  I don’t get huge rewards, because I prefer to purchase things through debit whenever possible (if I don’t have the money, I shouldn’t be buying it).  But I will get cash back at the end of the year. I also have a line of credit, which basically means the total amount of available credit that I have is $12,000.  

I am eligible for many promotional Visas and Mastercards, since my credit score is pure as the driven snow, but the thought of carrying a card for gas, a card for groceries, a card for entertainment, a card for (insert whatever) makes me a little queasy.  Especially since I’ve moved so much in the past two years, I’d hate to sit down and call each company to do the change of address. However, pushy credit card guy did have a point.  In theory, carrying a bunch of different credit cards, as long as you’re extremely careful about keeping track of them, could save you money.

So what do you think?  A bunch of credit cards with different rewards, or a single cash/points rewards card?

P.S.  I’m still hoping to unveil my new blog by the weekend.  I have to admit, I had a wordpress savvy friend help me set up the majority of this blog, so I’m desperately trying to remember how he set up the social media widgets, the analytics, feedburner, etc.  It’s more complicated than what I remember!!!

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Every morning around 4am, the deals start to roll into my inbox.  There’s WagJag, Groupon, DailyDeals, Teambuy, and LivingSocial. They’ve offered me everything from discounted gas cards, to 50% off of caskets. Every morning I comb through them carefully, and on average, I’ll purchase one once every three or four months.

Lately, they’ve all been so juicy that it’s taken a hefty amount of restraint to turn them down.  In the mornings I feel like Gretel, being lured along a candy-coated path of inexpensive deals towards the gingerbread house of overspending (pardon the gratuitous metaphor).  Yet I receive them by choice.

Seriously, Gretel, this is the best idea ever. Let's glut ourselves with absolutely no consequences! Tra la la!

My first deals were through LivingSocial.  I bought 6 belly dancing classes for $30, and only went 3 times. I then bought two tickets for the Comedy Bar with $26 worth of food for the price of $21.  I have yet to use it, and it expires December 1st. Since those two first deals, I’ve only bought two others: my Fit Factory Fitness Bootcamp voucher, which gives me unlimited classes for 30 Days for $30, and 6 passes to the Dynamic Conditioning Centre for $20 ($120 value).

This morning, one of the deals was for a month’s worth of rock climbing and equipment rentals for $55.  I LOVE rock climbing. However, I just signed up for the Goodlife Gym around the corner from my place, and am paying $18 bi-weekly inclusive of tax. My gym membership ensures that I have everything that I need, fitness wise, within walking distance. I don’t need rock climbing. It’s a want. The rock climbing would be really awesome, but I had to ask myself, would I buy this if it were full price?  Answer: no.  And that’s what keeps me in check whenever visions of me as a parkour climber dance through my head. Want, yes. Need, no. But oh, how I wanted it!!!

Even though I have to exercise a huge amount of willpower to not buy into these deals more often, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop receiving them.  So I’ve shifted my strategy; I’m on the hunt now for specific things only, and I dutifully slog through my messages each morning, trying to find them. One deal I’m hoping to score in November is laser hair removal.  I’m on the beach all the time in the summer, and nothing is more annoying to me than waking up early and shaving my legs and underarms.  Luckily, these laser hair removal deals are pretty common, and I’ve seen incredible deals where you can pay $100 for unlimited laser hair removal for the year.  Cheaper than waxing and infinitely less annoying than shaving every other freaking day.  It’s a luxury, but something that would mean a lot to me and to my active lifestyle.

What are your thoughts on Group Buying deals?  Yay or nay?

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The Frenchman, aka the Banker, aka the amazing guy that I’ve been seeing over the past three months, is flying away on August 10th to the Land Down Under, leaving me on my lonesome for a full three weeks.  While he’s in Australia for a wedding, I’m going to use the time to pump up my workouts, and NOT SPEND MONEY. 

My problem is that I like spending time with him so much, that I am mostly going over to his place (it’s more convenient since I have a car), and wind up spending way more. He lives in a condo downtown, which is fantastic, but it means that when we’re downtown, we are usually eating out. He doesn’t keep a lot of food in his fridge because he is so busy with work and usually gets take-out, so our options are usually cooking with very limited means, or eating out.  We sometimes go to pick up ingredients, but we are often on some sort of adventure downtown, which doesn’t give us very much time to stay in and cook.

Next week, I’m going to try a challenge where I work out every day BEFORE work, and prepare all of my lunches at home.  I’ve been neglecting my exercise yet again because I’m tired when I come home, and since I’ve been spending so much time out of my apartment, I have barely unpacked.  I also need to start swimming, which I’ll be doing in the evenings on top of my morning exercise. I’m looking forward to posting my before and after pics, they’re going to be pretty amazing.

So even though I’m sad that my wonderful, wonderful man is leaving me for 21 days (in a land with the world’s most dangerous animals, no less), I am genuinely looking forward to spending the weekends in my own home, which in turn will translate to doing more part time work, working out, and being home instead of being out spending money. Although I’m going to a birthday party tomorrow, I’m intentionally NOT scheduling any tea or dinner dates with friends, so I can have three weeks of relative solitude, and time to work on my own projects.

I am not worried about the bf. I am not worried about the bf. Oh God, he's going to get eaten by a gator and I'm going to have to identify the remains.

Also – thank you for all your words of warning about bed bugs.  I did some research today and the first thing I’ll be doing when I get home is submerging my furniture find in some hot water.  I’m now paranoid that I may have unwittingly chosen a piece that is infested (even though the odds are very slim and I have a dust cover on my bed, I am wishing I could run home right now to check over the table for signs of bugs). It’s going to live on my balcony until I paint it, I think. Once it’s painted, any and all cracks will be sealed shut, and even if there are little buggers in there, they’ll go the way of the dinosaur.

The final bill for my camping came in.  I was expecting somewhere around $500, but it ended up being about $250 per person. Much, much better.

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This is my dumpster dive find ... the flower photography on top is a gift from my Dad, who is a talented nature photographer

Outside of my apartment building, there is a free-for-all area where the contents of entire apartments get dumped when people move. I don’t know why, but it seems like they literally just empty the entire apartment and dump everything out back. On Wednesdays or Thursdays, it all gets picked up when the city collectors arrive. Until then, it’s Open Season on rummaging.

Since it’s the beginning of a new month, last night there were two apartments worth of stuff out back.  I braved the crowd of other rummaging residents and scored this wicked little crescent table. I really don’t have a spot for it per se, BUT I’m going to practice my furniture distressing skills on this piece before I attack my dresser. I bet that when I’m finished, I could sell it for $30 or so. That’s how much you’d pay for it in Wal-Mart, but instead it’s custom painted and made of real wood.

I recently found this blog called Centsational Girl, and I’m in LOVE. I’d been searching for a word that describes my style and the things that I like, and through Centsational Girl I realized that my style is Shabby Chic. It’s perfect for me because it’s recycled elegance … I can dumpster dive from behind my apartment, do an hour of finishing, and have a beautiful original piece. I’ve been looking into this decorating style, and half the fun is scoring all these funky pieces from flea markets, and refinishing them to make them your own.  Cheap, custom, and timeless.  Beautiful!

In apartment related news, I’ve decided I probably don’t want to paint, except MAYBE two walls in my kitchen a pale sage green. I’ve grown kind of partial to the paint colour in my unit, an almost-peachy neutral, which is really warm in the mornings and kind of neutral at night. It would cost about $50+ per room to paint (I have no supplies of my own, I’d have to buy rollers and trays), and even though it’s illegal to ask someone to pay a fine to repaint the walls after you leave, I know it’s common practice for many large apartment corporations, and I really don’t want the headache of knowing that they’ll go after me when I leave. Maybe I’ll change my mind in a couple of months, but for now, it’s not worth the stress, either now to paint, or when I move to fight the property management. For now … I can hardly wait to show you the photos from the dining room, in a month when I can afford a centrepiece of pink and white hydrangeas, it’s going to be a stunner!

I have also had some ideas for businesses that I want to start in a couple of years. I’m enjoying my job at present and it’s a great way to build some capital, while using my evenings and weekends to work on projects that will develop the skills I’ll need. But I am already plotting some ideas … I’m throwing around the idea of a Euro-sabbatical, going over for a year or more to live. It’s going to be entirely dependent on my work situation, my romantic situation, etc., but I don’t want to wait TOO long to go on a big adventure. Life’s too short … but at the same time, I could really use the stability for a couple of years.

So here’s the plan:

-Work for and live in Toronto for a minimum of two more years, pay off my car, build my investments and cash supply as much as I can, have as many adventures as I can

-Travel as much as possible in the interim – try and take a three week trip to somewhere, like Tanzania for Kilimanjaro, or Machu Picchu.

-Go on Euro-adventure for a year; live in France, England or Ireland, continuing to work in some capacity. Either put all furniture into storage, or sell it (don’t worry Mom, I would DEFINITELY store your beautiful kitchenette set and whatever bed frame I end up buying). Find a way to store my car, or sell it.
-Come back and start my own business

The thought of selling/storing all this stuff that I’m working on accumulating is making me feel a little nauseous, but at the same time, life is meant for having adventures, and I don’t want to NOT go on an international adventure simply because I have “stuff” holding me back. So even as I acquire all these beautiful things, I’m doing my best to put myself in a mindset of detachment, ready to let go of it all if necessary. I should be grateful that I have the opportunity to have such lovely items, before they get donated/given away/sold to someone else who will appreciate their beauty.

After all, all I need is a really solid dumpster dive when I get back, and I’m back in the game.

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Lately, I’ve been starting all my posts with an excuse as to why I haven’t been writing.  The excuse du jour is that I’ve been getting political. If you’re at all interested, my explanation and reasoning is at the bottom of this post.

The Frenchman came over last night, and over a Paleo Diet dinner of Pork Tenderloin with Mango Salsa, he asked me how much money I would need to retire, right then and there.  I thought it over, then said “1 million dollars.”  However, after rethinking the question, I told him my number would be $2 million.

Here’s my reasoning:

I would invest half of the money and keep the other half as cash.  I’d use that money to travel the world, work on community projects that I’m passionate about, and take the time to write some books.  When the cash ran out, maybe after ten years or so, I could take the profits from my moderate-risk investments and repeat the whole cycle.

If I wasn’t working, I think I’d be following Tim Ferriss’s lead and trying to learn everything I possibly can, all while having extreme adventures around the world.  My short list of things I want to do is:

-Learn Kung Fu

-Learn how to do the following dance: tango, salsa, all ballroom, swing, hip hop, jazz, Bollywood, ballet

-Go ziplining through Costa Rica

-Explore the ruins of Machu Picchu

-Start community gardens in an urban neigbourhood

-Backpack through the United Kingdom

And so on and so forth.  The funny thing is that when I started thinking of total freedom and what it would taste like, my mind started throwing up barriers, like, “you can’t do that.”  If I had $1 million in the bank right now, I’d pack a bag, hire a taxi to go to Toronto Pearson Airport, buy a first class ticket to Italy, and off I’d go.  Why not?

Turns out that Frenchie’s number is $5 million.  He’s much more ambitious than I am, but I have the feeling he’s going to make it.  He’s got that spark and drive, and I’m excited to be around, even just in this preliminary stage, to witness it.  And he was never more attractive to me than when he said last night that he thinks that the Oil Sands initiative in Alberta is disastrous.  Environmentalism is sexy.

What’s your dollar figure for retiring?  What amount of money would you need right now to quit your job (if you wanted to quit), and do whatever it was your heart desired?

(begin political rant)

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Today, I went for another run in preparation for my 5km that’s coming up in a week (EEP!) and did nearly 2kms in 13 mins. Not bad, not bad, but what was scary was that my calves were really starting to ache after about 8 minutes. Not in an “ah, it’s been awhile” way, but a “dear God, don’t hurt yourself” way. I really pushed myself hard the last couple of weekends on my bike and I’m afraid that my calves may be a little wound up and tight. I’m hoping the problem will go away in a week.

Something I have noticed, however, is that the more I push myself to run, the more easily I am able to recognize a wall when I hit it. I define a “wall” as being that moment when it feels like I just have to stop, I can’t do it anymore, and I’m overwhelmed by the displeasure of it. The weird thing about walls is that if you ignore them long enough, they tend to vanish without a trace, taking all the pain with it. It’s like I was never there.

The first few times I went out running I couldn’t recognize a wall, and so I listened when it shrieked STOP! at me. I’d walk it out, wait for my pulse to slow, start running again, only to hit the exact same wall two minutes later. The pattern would repeat itself endlessly.

The way that I discovered that a wall was only an illusion was out of sheer defiance.  I wondered what it would be like to ignore the signals my body and brain were sending me to stop, and just keep going anyways. Suddenly it was a breakthrough – bam, there went the wall! Of course, these walls are replaced by tougher, nastier walls down the road, but I’m better equipped to face them.

The same thing seems to happen with my finances. If you look at my life just two years ago, I was sharing an apartment with my ex-boyfriend, paying $500 a month in rent, unemployed, no car. I was “comfortable,” since I was sharing all my expenses with a partner, and I didn’t have to exert myself too hard to remain comfortable. It wasn’t perfect; I didn’t have nearly as much money as I wanted, the location wasn’t ideal, and my social life wasn’t the greatest, but I was contentedly mediocre.

Now, I have a car (with a loan that is nearly on par with its value, thank goodness!), I’m moving into a rental condo, I’m working full time, and there’s huge potential for me in the future for earnings. However, each of the things that I have acquired, car, condo, etc., have been a wall in their own respect.

When I bought the car, a big part of me was screaming “HOLY S&*T THIS IS SO EXPENSIVE!!! Why are you doing this??? Insurance is through the roof!!! You can’t afford this!!!!” However, I pushed through, and it’s getting better. The payments don’t grate at me nearly as much. I don’t take nearly as good care of the car as I should, washing it regularly and cleaning out all the crumbs, but I’ve gotten used to it as a necessity in my life, so that wall is slowly vanishing.

Same thing is now happening to me with the condo. There is a huge part of my brain screaming, “YOU CAN’T AFFORD THIS!!! IT’S GOING TO COST YOU AN EXTRA $400 JUST TO LIVE IN THIS PLACE!!!! THAT’S ALMOST $5000 OVER THE COURSE OF A YEAR!!!”

First of all, brain, chill the eff out.  Seriously.  You worry so much.  Don’t have a cow, man.

Second, I have NEVER put myself into a financial situation that I have genuinely believed deep down inside that I could not afford.  It’s one of the reasons that I have such a strong positive networth considering my age and my income.

Things aren’t perfect right now.  I’ve been very tra-la-la over the past few posts, but there is still a lot of adjusting that I have to do at my new job.  I went from feeling like Queen of the Corner in my old office, knowing everything about every file and acting like a walking record of our deals, to misunderstanding instructions and feeling very incompetent sometimes.  The world of sales that I’m in now is very different.  I went from dealing in large freeholds to investment condos, which are worlds apart.

But it’s just another wall.  I’ll push through it, and be much further along my journey to riches than if I had just given up.  And now that I’m a little more experienced with coming face to face with walls, I’m better able to keep it together, breathe, and just keep pushing.

I am a smitten kitten right now, trying to keep my head together.  But it’s hard, especially when you’re dating a tall, dark and handsome (and ambitious) 25 year old who sweeps you off your feet on a regular basis.  However, I’m finding it immensely refreshing.

In other news, I just spent $100 on a bike rack that will mount my bike to the back of my car, so I don’t need to keep disassembling/reassembling the damn thing every time I need to drive my bike somewhere.  Spending $100 in one go made me feel like puking, but I know it’s a one time expense that will provide me with a lot of joy.

Also, I’ve decided I’m going to sell my guitar.  I am trying to sell my flute on Craigslist and Kijiji right now, but I was going to bring my guitar with me to the new apartment.  I don’t know why – I don’t know how to play it, I bought it with the intention of learning, but that was over two years ago and I still don’t know how to play more than a few chords.  Purging has a bit of a ripple effect – once you get rid of one thing, you just can’t stop!

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This post is partially inspired by Give Me Back My Five Buck’s article, What I would do if I won $1 million: 4 years later.  I particularly like how she uses it as a kind of financial time capsule, able to reflect on her past wants and needs vs. what she’d do with the money now.

I’ve modified the amount slightly because I wanted to work with a smaller, albeit still quite large, number to see how I’d apply it.  I’ll do a follow up post next year around this time to see how it’s changed, and try and make it a yearly tradition.

Car

-I’d immediately pay off the remaining $9,972 on my car loan to become completely and totally debt free.

-I’d also put away $5,000 for maintenance costs, as well as $2,500 to not worry about insurance for a year.

(Amount remaining:  $82,528)

Travel

-I’d put $10,000 into my travel fund:  $4,000 for Mt. Kilimanjaro, $1,500 towards Costa Rica, and $4,500 towards a Europe trip.

(Amount remaining:  $72,528)

Emergency Fund

-I’d deposit $25,000 into my emergency fund (one year of reduced living expenses)

(Amount remaining:  $47,528)

Down Payment Fund

-I’d put $25,000 into a down payment fund for my first property.  I’d combine this with the nearly $9,000 that I already have saved for $34,000.  It’s not much, but considering my age, my downpayment fund isn’t my biggest priority.  I understand that home ownership puts you on the fast track to wealth, but once that $100,000 runs out, I won’t be able to quite yet afford a house, so it’s better just to add to the fund until I’m ready.

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Day 1 of my Worry Diet has gone well, mostly because I had a migraine this morning that took out any capacity of mental reasoning.  Also, I called it the Worry Diet and not the Worry-Free Diet, simply because it sounded better that way in my head.  Je ne sais pas.

I almost wore this on my first date, but I was afraid the acorn-hat would clash with his shirt.

I’M A BAD GIRL!  Last week I forgot to include two expenses, $19 at the Pickle Barrel for dinner, and $12.84 for my movie ticket for Black Swan and a tea for the movie (on the Wednesday).  I don’t know what is wrong with me, I need to start doing this every week on Monday, or else I just get my weeks confused.

Monday January 10

$14.15 - Groceries at the IGA (which is weird, because I totally don’t remember doing this at all…thanks, Mint)

Tuesday January 11

$1.59 - Tim Horton’s coffee

$49.90 – Esso, gas

Wednesday January 12

$5.44 – Chocolate croissant and loaf of bread from Sun Valley (my GOD that chocolate croissant was heavenly!)

Thursday January 13

$3.60- Library fines

$50 - Into my RRSP (not added or subtracted to my weekly spending total)

$1.52 - Tim Hortons

Friday January 14

$137.36 - Car Payment

(I also withdrew $100 cash in case I needed to pay my date back for my ticket to see Bob Saget)

Saturday January 15

$5 - Sharpened my skates

$7 (ish) – Starbucks for post skating hot chocolate

$20 -Dinner out with the blogger ladies!!!  (Give me back my five bucks, MelanieMH, Ginger Won’t Snap, and the Asian Pear)

$2post-dinner Starbucks with the bloggers

Sunday January 16

$60.14 - Groceries

WEEKLY TOTAL$307.70 – Not bad, I could have cut out the smaller expenses that slipped in there, but on the whole they were just little things, and most of my expenses were necessities.

(P.S.  In a completely unrelated segue, I am in love with these clocks and desperately want to replace my old alarm clock with one, but they’re bloody expensive!!)

The Now and Zen Clock - works as a meditation timer or alarm clock. Me wanty!!!

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(Warning – this post is very lingo-laden, sorry!)

Oh, dear.  I have a new temptation.

Recently I invested in a beautiful Kurzweil SP3X keyboard (a whopping $1650 for the keyboard, a stand, and a bench.  But I got the keyboard on sale!).  I have been playing piano ever since I can remember, and I have been longing for a keyboard of my own to not only work on some new pieces, but also to write my own music.  I thought that plus the right software would mean I could plug in and go.

Nope.  Turns out that the sounds coming out of my keyboard are a little too complex for the little bitty sound card that came with my computer.  I wrestled with Cubase for THREE HOURS before deciding, hmmm, maybe I’m missing something here.

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