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  1. Tim Tebow, Mike Holmes and Tiger Woods

    December 5, 2011 by Michelle O'Hagan

     

    photo, Tim Tebow Mike Holmes Tiger Woods

    It really aggravates me when people say, or even think: “We don’t do it that way,” or “I’ve never done it that way.”

    Because what they really mean is: “If I did it another way, I’d have to think more or work harder,” or “I’m not going to take the time to consider another way to do this,” or the worst, “Even if I could make this situation better, it’s really not my job/responsibility.”

    Just ask Patrick, my husband. Whenever I am incredulous or exasperated with someone who just won’t take an extra step to make sure something is done right (or at least done completely), he tells me I’m expecting too much of people (Patrick is the most helpful and precise person I know). Because most people just aren’t going to take the initiative to try something new, even if it means missing out on something really good.

    I tell you this because after much self-analysis, I’ve concluded it is the reason why I’ve been pulling for Tim Tebow since the beginning of this football year. I am not an NFL fan. I’m not even a football fan in general except for Notre Dame on Saturdays (haters, pile on). In truth, I’d always rather watch an episode of Holmes Inspection (because Mr. Holmes would never not take the time to Make It Right).

    But the fact that a young man who, by all accounts, is 1) a decent human being 2)  a winning college quarterback and 3) a first-round draft pick, has confounded the majority of the professional football world just because he wins games while doing things differently, well, it makes him a JOY for me to watch and root for.

    Completely discounting the Tebow-haters, even former athletes who want to like him make all kinds of excuses about why his style of play just won’t work in the NFL. Most of them sound something like this:

    “You can’t build an offense around him. Even if  his style works for him, and the team wins games, what happens if he gets injured? The backup quarterback can’t play like that and then the offense will have to adjust all over again.”

    I say–emphatically–so what? Everything in that argument is speculative, and you’re now assuming some sort of big problem as a result of success on the field. There’s a big difference between risk-management (a good thing) and just being too scared or lazy to adapt or pursue unconventional success because it will require extra work. If everyone thought that way, nothing new would ever happen.

    This is the best article I’ve read about Tim Tebow and his style. The upshot is: Why isn’t there room for more than one style of play in the NFL? God forbid things should get interesting as a result of on-field changes (as opposed to off-the-field misbehavior).

    On another note completely: There aren’t many things on TV more boring than golf. And I never was a Tiger Woods fan. After his shenanigans a few years ago, you couldn’t pay me to walk across the street to see him. However, I love redemption as much as anyone, and I was happy to see him win yesterday. Enough time has passed and, as with Michael Vick, I’d like to think he’s used that time to pull himself together, pay his dues, and proceed with caution. (And no, I’m not comparing organized dog fighting to cheating multiple times on one’s wife. Though I’m not sure which one of those is supposed to be worse).

    This sometimes-sports-fan thinks it was a pretty good outcome to the weekend.


  2. Two Cities, Two Finds

    October 8, 2011 by Michelle O'Hagan

    On this beautiful Indian-summer Saturday, the boys and I found two geocaches in two cities.

    In Park Ridge, we found LL#1 – Local Landmarks – Bovine Royalty at the Dairy Queen at Devon and Canfield. What’s not to like about a 4-star find AND an Oreo Blizzard?

    Dairy Queen Cache

    One-half of Team O'Hagan with the Dairy Queen cache.

    Then, we headed to Niles in search of The Mighty Niles Conifer Seed. It would have helped–a lot–if I had bothered to Google “conifer seed” before I went and pried open a nearby electrical box that contained a mouse nest. To say that the mouse and I were quite startled is an understatement: the mouse buried his head, and I might have peed a little. So, it turns out a conifer seed is actually a fancy name for a pine cone. When I found that out via the trusty iPhone, I was able to spot the geocache right away.

    Conifer Seed Cache

    This is a conifer seed. A mouse nest is NOT a conifer seed.

    The tiny log, rolled up and inserted in the base of a pinecone.

    The tiny log, rolled up and inserted in the base of a pinecone.

    Team O'Hagan with the conifer seed.

    Team O'Hagan with the conifer seed.

     


  3. Anatomy of a Geocache

    September 16, 2011 by Michelle O'Hagan

    I love geocaching. It is something I can do with my kids when we’d otherwise be doing nothing; many times, I end up visiting a neighborhood, or a park or a restaurant I’d never have discovered otherwise. Sometimes it’s just for numbers or to reach a goal, like the day we found our 100th geocache, or the time I found 10 geocaches in one day.

    But the hides I like the most are ones that involve history, ones with a real story; or hides that have a “collateral” find, that is, something unexpected beyond just the cache itself.

    This week, a new GC, “Not Just Another Hole in the Wall,” was posted on geocaching.com, and since it’s near my office, I took a lunchtime walk to check it out. It was rated 3.5-star difficulty / 1.5-star terrain, and it involved a puzzle, so I knew it would take longer than a lunch hour to grab it. A reconnaissance mission was needed.

    First, I went to the Merchandise Mart, somewhere I’ve been at least 100 times. But in order to solve the puzzle to determine the GPS coordinates of the GC, I had to check out the “born” and “died” dates on the Merchandise Mart Hall of Fame busts which, frankly, I’d never paid attention to before. So, I’m already smarter than I was before this cache. ;-)

    Merchandise Mart Hall of Fame

    The Merchandise Mart Hall of Fame

    After figuring out the GPS coordinates, the next step was to look for a rare earth magnet hidden inside a magnetic keybox attached to a metal railing down by the river. The magnet would be needed to dislodge the cache from its hiding place, and the GC description told me where I’d find that box with the magnet.

    The magnetized keybox was attached to this railing.

    The magnetized keybox was attached to this railing.

    The cache title implies that the tiny hide is somewhere in a hole in the wall.  And the coordinates show that the wall in question is located at the Chicago Riverwalk that runs along Wacker Drive. But there are hundreds of holes in that section of the wall. And there are hundreds of people (muggles) walking around here at lunchtime.

    Wall at Chicago Riverwalk

    The wall at the Chicago Riverwalk ... a lot of holes in this wall!

    So, for nearly 45 minutes I casually strolled along in front of the wall, having a fake telephone conversation, acting like a tourist enjoying the view, all the while surreptitiously jamming my fingers into every hole in the wall I encountered. When I was about to call it a day, I spied the prize.

    Holes in the Wall

    Holes in the wall: There's a geocache here somewhere!

    Hole in the Wall

    And there is it. You don't see it? Really? It's that thing in the hole that looks like part of the hole.

    Rare Earth Magnet

    The magnetic keybox with the magnet inside. I used the magnet to dislodge the cache from the hole in the wall.

    The Prize

    The geocache, in front of a ballpoint pen I used to sign the tiny log sheet that is rolled up and sticking out of the top.

    Armed with the knowledge of the location of the cache and the magnet needed to retrieve the cache, I walked back to work looking forward to Day #2 (today) when I’d make the grab, sign the log, return the cache and magnet to their proper places and continue to love the fact that there are hundreds of tiny containers all over the city that only I and a handful of others know anything about.


  4. Facebook, and Face to Face

    July 1, 2011 by Michelle O'Hagan

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    Michelle, Amaya & Luisa at the pool; InterContinental Hotel, Chicago

    Because it’s ubiquitous now, I sometimes forget about the really cool, and even life-changing things made possible by social media in general, and Facebook in particular.

    A few years ago, my husband arranged a surprise for me: He contacted a few of my high-school friends (whom he’d never met, and with whom I had not been in contact for many years), and signed me up for my high-school 25th reunion. I had wanted to go but previously had declined the invite because of the expense involved. But it was something Patrick knew I’d enjoy and so took matters into his own (virtual) hands by first contacting my old friend Vive Bridges (whom he’d already met) who put him in touch with a few other people on Facebook.

    Since that reunion, I’ve been able to keep in touch with a handful of old friends on almost a daily basis because I’m now connected to them on Facebook and a few other social media outlets. And I’m at the stage in my life where that feels so, so good. I’m lucky to have them in my life again. Not only because of the obvious perspective it brings a few decades after high school. But mainly because they’re just super-interesting women that I really enjoy knowing all these years later.

    I’ve was privileged to commiserate and brainstorm (online and in-person) with one friend who was laid off from her job last year. Last Christmas, she and I met at Starbucks for some girl-time and talked about careers, kids, what it means to be an adult, knitting and the possibility of her having to move from Little Rock back to Memphis. During her job search and interview process, she stopped in Chicago for an afternoon and I was lucky enough to be able to take 1/2 day off work to go meet her for drinks. She eventually found a much better, much cooler job (I knew she would) in Memphis. All these years later, I like her so much, and I’m so glad to call her a friend.

    This week, I received a Facebook message from another long-time friend, one I’ve known since we were about 8 years old. We were on a swim team together as kids, and I used to love going to her house to spend the night. Then she and her family moved to Spain for a few years and we fell out of touch. When they moved back to the U.S. a few year later, she and I attended high school together. Since then, she married and moved to Atlanta, I moved to Chicago, and we were out of touch again for many years. But we re-connected at the aforementioned high-school reunion. I’ve enjoyed getting to know her family/kids through Facebook photos for the past couple of years. But I got to meet them in person this week when she and her husband and kids were in Chicago for an impromptu vacation. It was fun, and kind of surreal, to see her kids and my kids playing in the pool together. It brought back so many memories. And even better, her husband and my husband were there, and we all sat around the pool for a while talking about Holland and traveling and kids and swimming like we’d all known each other all along.

    Our-Kids
    Amaya, Ruairi, Lucas & Liam at the pool; InterContinental Hotel, Chicago

    So, thank you Facebook, for making it much, much easier to enrich my own life with old friends, and people I’d never see on a regular basis. I love to see them online, and I love it even more when I see them in person!


  5. A Sweet Ride

    April 15, 2011 by Michelle O'Hagan

    I’ve written about the Chicago food-trucks before. The naan-wiches, the empanadas. And I’ve heard rumors about a mac ‘n’ cheese truck.

    But, today, a pink truck showed up bursting with sweetness. Sweet Ride paid a visit to our building and a line formed quickly. And unsurprisingly, every person in that line was female.

    The Sweet Ride Truck

    It’s easy to think that dudes just don’t want to be seen queuing for cupcakes in front of a pink truck. But I’ve also heard that guys just don’t care about sweets in the same way that many women care about sweets.

    Which is to say: Guys don’t obsess about sweets the way they obsess about sports or history or sex.

    On the other hand, women can think about cake and pudding and chocolates all day long: we plan for Sweet Ride’s arrival; we may actually deprive ourselves of other nutrients all day long if we think there’s even a possibility we’ll have a box of tiny cupcakes for lunch.

    Mini Cupcakes from Sweet Ride

    You may have assumed I ate a box of tiny cupcakes for lunch. And you’d be wrong. I ate a cup of organic banana pudding with vanilla wafers in the middle (no word on the origins of the ‘nilla wafers).

    Banana Pudding from Sweet Ride

    It was the best $4 I spent all day. It was so delectable that I tried to linger over it, but I looked down and it was gone in a flash. And now, I’m about to do some investigating to find out when Sweet Ride will be back again for my next pudding fix.