Yes, there are about 6,328 different ballots floating around out there, including the the official Oscar.com printable ballot, the Evite ballot, and a quite lovely ballot from Twig & Thistle.

But my husband, the brilliant movie aficionado, wanted a weighted ballot, and I had to agree that that would be most awesome. Sure, I could’ve printed one of the other ballots and told people to give themselves extra points for some things, or scribbled notes on each one, but that is so not my style. It has to be pretty or it isn’t worth doing. Period.

So without further ado, a PDF of our ballot. Two sided, prints on 8.5″x11″.

Happy weekend, everyone!

All of that to say, it’s way past time to do a round-up of all the super awesome and wonderful stuff that’s been going on in the midst of stuff gone awry. Hopefully this round-up will become a regular habit.

The books! Oh, the books.

I am now on books four and five of twelve. I usually have this rule about reading multiple books at the same time (and it’s called I can’t stand the thought of my books resenting me for sitting there, bookmarked and lonely) but I quickly realized that I’d be in Gone with the Wind for quite some time and needed a second book that doesn’t require its own boarding pass when I get on an airplane. I’ve also concluded that any book about books is a quick sell with me. You could tell me that The Principles of Microeconomics was a book about books and I’d probably read it. Case in point:

“It was a paradise of learning, and I prayed for eventual admission… My fingers itched to take a few off the shelves, but I didn’t dare touch even a binding.” (The Historian)

Four-day work week? Yep. Check.

I can’t say it’s any easier, but I’m sticking with it. I’m fairly certain I imagined that hours would magically appear in the days I would be working and that would somehow compensate for the day off. With no one volunteering to switch from 24- to 32-hour days, I’m brainstorming other solutions.

The Oregon Coast makes me glad to be alive.

So do a lot of other things, like baking and my husband. But I got to spend not one but two weekends at the coast this month and it was pure bliss.

Ever wondered what to do with those 30 bone china teacups and saucers in your china cabinet?

Me neither. But apparently, my mom and Granny actually do ask themselves these kinds of questions. My mom and I planned and served (with the help of my generous husband) a seated four-course high tea dinner for my Granny and 25 of her closest friends. One of my colleagues pointed out how amazing it is to not only have an 80th birthday but to have that many dear people to share it with. I have to agree.

Bear in mind that all of those teacups, saucers and hand-painted china plates have to be washed. By hand. Along with the 25 wine glasses and everything you served from, cooked in, and baked on. Consider yourself warned.

I pitched my tent!

I had a Wilderness Concierge session this week, and oh. my. gosh. Kelly is brilliant and supportive and encouraging and makes you feel like everything you say and think is not only sane (whew!) but also meaningful, valuable and useful. I’m so stinkin’ excited I want to run around yelling LOOK AT ALL MY AWESOME NEW STUFF! Except that wouldn’t be a good idea, because all that new stuff is still in my head. And if people tried to look in there, well, a) things could get pretty messy, and b) it might look something like this. A whole world of weird in there? Yes, indeed.

I’m sure those of you who worked today are pretty short on sympathy. Oh, poor Allie *had* to take a day off… I have the world’s smallest violin for you. Yeah. That’s fair.

But the purpose behind this experiment is setting boundaries, right? Taking Monday off is more symbolic than anything else. I got to the point where I was doing some kind of work every day. Taking phone calls at obscene hours. Using an FTP client on my iPhone to fix minor stuff (usually because a client accidentally broke something) while I was driving. Sitting on a ferry in the beautiful Pacific northwest and feeling anxious because oh my gosh I can’t check my email what if someone needs me. This needed major action.

The boundary-setting is bigger than setting boundaries on my time; I have to set boundaries with the kind of work I do and how I allow people to treat me and how I treat my business as whole. But time was the most natural place to start — and I’m already finding that, when you set time boundaries, some of those other boundaries are naturally (by necessity) created for you. I’m excited to see how this progresses in the weeks to come. But for now, I’m pretty gosh darn excited.

Because I went to the dry cleaner!

This seems so beyond small, but I have been trying to get to the dry cleaner for more than four months. It was so out of hand that it was my new years resolution.

You see, the dry cleaner that I like isn’t close to anything else. Not that it’s very far, but it isn’t on the way to anything, adjacent to anything, or otherwise located so that I couldn’t help but stop by. I have to go there on purpose. And I was always too frantic during business hours on weekdays to get there. Either I was making the most of the hour I set aside for requisite errands (a dozen errands in an hour? no problem!) or it was 4:58 and there was no way even I could jet over there before 5.

Today, I didn’t have any excuses and I didn’t have all these things to see! emails to answer! people to meet! because I wasn’t on a minute-by-minute schedule. I could take 15 minutes to drive over, drop off my clothes, and drive home.

And because I’m a total Monica (oh, the dance of the clean clothes!), it totally made my day.

But it almost didn’t happen.

I picked up a couple of new client prospects on Friday. (Actually, I was inundated with new prospects last week (!) — not big corporations or high-paying gigs, but super-creative work for super-nice people [i.e. the best work] — which is extremely exciting and is part of the reason why this three-day weekend was killing me… but I digress.) One of them is on a tight timeline, and the person who referred me told me up front that this potential client was leaving on Monday and would be gone for two weeks. So I emailed right away and asked if we could set something up for Monday.

Yes, Monday. I knew I shouldn’t, but what’s one little meeting over coffee? (This is every addict’s reasoning, BTW.)

Well, he was leaving Monday morning, so he wanted to meet over the weekend. But I had to draw the line somewhere. (Conveniently for me and my inability to create boundaries, I had plans for both Saturday and Sunday, so it would’ve been a glaring red flag to squeeze in a meeting in an already-full calendar.) I suggested that we set something up for the week he returned and suggested dates and times.

He wrote back and said he was going with someone else. That I couldn’t meet the timeline he had in mind.

Now, in well-adjusted-person interpretation, this means, “He is not my right person and has no respect for my time and boundaries.” But in Allie interpretation, it means, “I am insufficient and failing my clients and no one will want to work with someone who (insert healthy boundary here).”

Fortunately, miraculously, I didn’t cave in and set up a Sunday meeting. I held my ground. And my reward was the dry cleaner. The dry cleaner! Man, that was great.

Hey, Friday? I’ll deal with you next.

Taking an honest-to-goodness weekend makes Friday into the day when everything must get done to a point where I can leave it for three days. And frankly, putting that much pressure on poor Friday makes her into a bit of a bitch.

But then I realized that Friday has always been a pain. I wasn’t working into the night (and still not feeling completely at peace about things) because of my four-day work week. It was par for the course with Friday. The usual. Not worse, not better.

So there may have been a little cheating.

I did take a client technical support call (their email was down!), and I answered a couple of emails (mostly personal emails! promise!). But overall, it was a success. Especially considering that this was the first day for another experiment (more on that later), so I was doubly “depriving myself” of things today.

And, bonus! My to-do list (for life things) is at a manageable place for the first time in months. I didn’t even feel busy today, but apparently it was just the amount of time I needed to get everything wrangled. Wait, I get this and the dry cleaner even though I cheated? I can’t wait to see what next Monday brings.

Needless to say, my 23 didn’t go so well, at least not before 24. Less than half of those items were done. But now, another year later, I can give myself a (tiny) pat on the back because, hey! I’ve done a lot of those things! And I did things from my 24 list too!

The really weird thing (to me) is that I didn’t look at either of these lists for, well, almost an entire year. It wasn’t until I started thinking about writing my 25 before 26 that I went back to look at 24. It wasn’t like I printed out the list and posted it on my bulletin board where I’d be reminded every day. Hi! We’re all the things you should be doing with your life! And therefore whatever you’re doing right now isn’t good because it isn’t one of us. (And yes, that really is how my to-do list talks to me.)

Instead, it was the conscious, deliberate act of writing them down that caused them to happen. Just like Havi’s personal ads. In the comments, I referred to myself as “the girl who needs serious lessons in asking for stuff.” And yeah, that’s still true. But apparently I was doing a better job of asking for things than I thought.

Other than writing the list, I can’t think of any days that I sat down and said, Alright, today is the day I do this thing. But along the way, without so much as remembering they were on the list, I managed to simplify, to expect less, to be thankful, to have adventures, to give generously, to be more fearless, to apply for challenging business opportunities, to finish a writing project, to volunteer, to read, to sew, to host fabulous parties, and (my personal favorite) to redeem hurtful and negative things for good.

This year, I’m carrying over several of things from 24. Those work-in-progress-ey kinds of things, like:

1. expect less
2. be patient
3. pray
4. be thankful
5. appreciate the everyday
6. do acts of selfless kindness
7. redeem hurtful and negative things for good
8. give generously
9. be more fearless
10. remember that having an open heart is always worth it
11. keep getting better at being myself

I was tempted to carry over even more things from 24, because many of those things are things that I want to continue doing in 2010. But instead, I’m getting more specific. Whereas 24 had things like keep reading (so many lovely books!) and have an adventure (honeymoon in the Cook Islands! road trip to Canada!) and host fabulous parties (progressive dinner! game nights!), 25 has things like:

1. read at least 12 books
2. have an adventure in a place I’ve never visited before
3. host a spring swap
4. try Zumba
5. give myself permission to be imperfect (i.e. adopt a wabi sabi mindset and start giving myself what I seem to be very able to give everyone else)
6. take a letterpress class (for crying out loud! this is the third year this has been on the list! why do I put off things I would love?)
7. watch 100 50 25 Netflix queue movies
8. hire an honest-to-goodness business coach and/or assistant (i.e. start treating my business more like a business and less like contracting)
9. record more of my dreams
10. keep volunteering, even when no one takes me up on it
11. write at least two real cards or letters every month (cannot include: thank-you notes and occasion cards, like birthdays and weddings)
12. give acceptance and encouragement at every opportunity
13. set boundaries
14. remember that everything is spiritual

#1: Non-religious reading

I’ve seen lots of tweets about people reading 52 books a year; more reasonable people are aiming for 26 books this year. I don’t know about you, but with Gone with the Wind and Les Miserables on my 2010 reading list, I can’t even see myself wrapping up a book every other week. (Les Mis is 1,488 pages; divided by 14 days, that’s slightly more than 106 pages each day. Umm, hi! This is your job and your gym membership and your sleep calling, and no.)

In the spirit of being sane, I’m shooting for a book a month. That’s 12 books, people. And for heaven’s sake, can someone make some book recommendations that are less than 1,000 pages? Or maybe just help me make selections from this list, because I can’t seem to narrow it down.

#2: Religious reading

Disclaimer: I normally don’t talk about religion online, because it’s such a polarizing issue (yuck), but in the spirit of authenticity, this is one of a few brief (and totally non-inflammatory, I promise) faith-related mentions.

After experimenting with a few different “read through the Bible in a year” reading plans, my heart was led to draw up my own reading plan for 2010. In elementary school, and then in college, I spent a substantial amount of time in the early Old Testament — and I’m sure there’s still plenty I can get out of those books, but it didn’t feel like I should be focusing (i.e. getting bogged down) there this year.

I soon realized that there are 260 chapters in the New Testament, which happens to be the same number of weekdays in one year. (52 weeks times 5 days equals 260.) So the basis for this reading plan is to have readings for each week day, leaving the weekends open to catch up on what I missed, or study one of the readings in depth, or focus on teachings from the Sunday message, or something else entirely.

Each day, there’s one chapter from the Old Testament prophets, one chapter from wisdom literature, and one chapter from the New Testament. Aside from placing Job at the end of the year instead of the beginning, everything is in canonical order. If you want to read through the whole Bible (including the Torah and historical books) in a year, you need to add about two chapters a day from those books (or about eight chapters each weekend).

In case this is helpful to anyone else, I created PDFs of the reading plan in a small bookmark format and a larger half-page format.

What are you reading this year?

Sometime last year, I read this post and was inspired to experiment with a four-day work week. To say it was a miserable failure is an understatement. It failed for a number of reasons, big and small.

In setting business and personal goals for 2010, I found that whole four-day work week lingering around. Apparently I wasn’t done with my experiment. There was a goal statement (someone else’s goal statement, in fact) that kept coming back to me: One day off every week. One week off every month. One month off every year. And if that’s the end goal, it seems like the first baby step is the one day off every week part.

This person might’ve been talking about one literal day off every week, not one “work day” off every week. But I’ve been feeling a strong (overwhelming, unavoidable) need to set boundaries and find balance. Like many solopreneurs, I do some kind of work every day, and I take phone calls/requests/meetings/etc. from clients when I really shouldn’t and everything in me is telling me not to. (Like when I’m in a hotel room, at 2 a.m. on a holiday, on a road trip. But I digress.) Clearly, I need some boundaries.

First, I needed to identify the reasons this work plan failed last time and take conscious, deliberate action to address those issues.

Problem #1: Friday.

When I worked an 8-to-5 job for someone else, Friday was the day when productivity was at its lowest. I rarely had meetings. Emails were slow. There may have even been an occasional two-hour lunch. You could take Friday off without doing too much suffering the next work day.

But in my business, Friday is often my busiest, most productive day. I thrive on going into the weekend with to-dos checked and emails answered. And it seems to work the same way for many of my clients as well. Trying to take Friday off was setting myself up for failure.

Monday, on the other hand, tends to be a very administrative day — billing, proposals, correspondence, planning. And while that all has to get done, I can fit it into the administrative time that I set aside from every other day. So the first problem had an easy solution: change the day. (Duh.)

Problem #2: Email.

If I read an email, I can’t stop thinking about it until the issue is resolved or a response is provided. I blame this on the spaghetti brain phenomenon. But no matter the reason, I can’t try to take the day off when I’m on my laptop or iPhone checking email all day. In fact, this was how my four-day work week died the first time around. I would come online “just to answer a few emails,” and before I knew it, I was revising design mock-ups and troubleshooting technical issues and I couldn’t quite figure out how it all happened.

Solution #2: Put the email aside. Post an auto-responder on my email account so the sender knows that I’m out of the office, and then leave the email alone.

Problem #3: Guilt.

Honestly, this is the biggest hurdle. I feel guilty when I’m not working. When I worked for someone else, I celebrated the days when I could leave work at the office. Now, I feel this strange insufficiency and fear of neglect when my work doesn’t cross my mind 85 times each evening and 324 times every weekend.

The solution for this one isn’t as easy as the first two. But I think it involves embracing the guilt for what it represents: that my business is important to me and my client relationships are valuable. (There’s also this little issue of me needing to be the best at everything and never wanting to let anyone down for any reason, even if they’re being completely unreasonable. But that’s a big work in progress, and a story for another day.)

Problem #4: Catch-up.

We all need a day to catch up from time to time. But I found that even my “day off” wasn’t sufficient for me to catch up because I was mired in daily stuff. And then I would feel inadequate and un-entrepreneur-ey because I couldn’t catch up. And then I’d think of all the other entrepreneur-ey things I “should” be doing, and add those to the impossibly long to-do list that needs catching up on. And repeat.

Addressing this problem is a big lesson in boundaries. I’m giving myself permission to use my extra day off to catch up, but I’m not giving myself permission to tell anyone that I’m in the office. As far as the world is concerned, I’m unavailable until Tuesday. This means that I can’t do anything that won’t give me a sense of accomplishment at the end of the day. In other words, using that day off for working has to feel worth it.

So, starting this Monday, I’m officially out of the office on Mondays. (I cheated a little since Monday is a national holiday, but we all have to start somewhere. I may be known for working holidays from time to time. Or regularly.)

New issues may arise this year, and they’ll need their own solutions. But for now, these are the ground rules, and I’m not making any excuses. (Okay, maybe one or two, but that’s it. Promise.)

Once upon a time, the internet was a much less crowded, much more anonymous (or so it seemed) place. We’ll call this way-back-when time the 90s. It was a time before Facebook, before Wordpress, before terms like social media and blog and tweet were even coined. (Okay, so tweet was a legitimate word back then, but you get my drift.) Young, aspiring web designers had domains, and most of those domains had journals (i.e. blogs) where melodramatic teens and pre-teens wrote overly-personal accounts of their thrilling personal lives.

Unless you were me and were terrified of ever hurting or offending the characters (i.e. friends and family members) in your entries, in which case you wrote your journal under a pseudonym in abstract hyperbole. But I digress.

That was my first blog, and when that chapter closed, I didn’t blog for awhile. And then I started this blog, which I affectionately called Red Herring, in 2005. Its sole purpose was to give me a place to post noteworthy links, quotes, short diatribes, and other diversions (thus the name). At the time, I called it “micro-blogging.”

In 2010, we would, by and large, call this kind of blogging tweeting.

And (shockingly), that’s what I now use Twitter for, among other things. (Duh.)

I’ve found that what I really need this space to be is a place for expression. Because sometimes, people like Eileen and Briana and Havi and things like daily life inspire me to write about heart things — purpose, meaning, head-heart stuff, intuition, spirituality. And other times, people like my clients and my husband and things like my own crappy (awful, horrible) user experiences inspire me to write about head things — usability, politics, Wordpress, marketing, organization, standards-compliant design.

This, of course, breaks all the rules of blogging. Because blogs (especially those associated with your business) are supposed to be focused and topical and a bunch of other adjectives that I honestly can’t relate to. Ultimately, social media is about authenticity. And how authentic could I really be if all I blogged about was web design, development and strategy? I love my clients, I love my work, and I’m thankful every single day that I do what I do. (Seriously.) But that’s one part of me, one part of my life. There’s a whole lot more.

And if I can say so, that “lot more” is pretty cool.

Of course, this led me to need a new name for the blog. I started off trying to be clever. (Too clever.) I came up with pub and had an ohmygosh how brilliant moment. Pub is short for publish, which is what you’re doing when you’re blogging. (Obviously.) Pub is also short for publications, which is what I do for a living. And best of all, there’s the pub — as in the place you go. Because sometimes I just want to have a beer (or four), sing Auld Laug Syne and eat some mozzarella sticks. (Know what I mean?)

Clearly, I needed to go back (way, way back) to a less clever, more (you guessed it) authentic place. And that brought me to a planner that I designed in 2006. On each page, after the appointments and the to-dos, there was a spot for a “P.S. (Pretty Sweet)” — something thoughtful and lovely to complete each day. Honestly, I failed (miserably) at finishing each day on that note. But it’s a worthy aspiration, and one that I’m not quite done with.

Here’s my place for those pretty sweet things. I can’t promise they’ll be daily, and sometimes they might not be as sweet as they should be. (Like when I go on a six-paragraph rant about Adobe or Paypal or invasion of privacy, because seriously, it’s coming.) And sometimes they’ll be photos or quotes or things that are just barely longer than 140 characters. But no matter what they are, they’ll be authentic. And I don’t know about you, but I think that’s pretty goshdarn sweet.

1. expect less
2. take a letterpress class
3. apply for opportunities that seem out of reach
4. spend more time walking/jogging/yoga-ing
5. simplify
6. finish one of my writing projects
7. do more acts of selfless kindness
8. go to vegas
9. be patient
10. sew something
11. keep reading
12. pray
13. get a dog
14. leave a note in a random bookstore or library book
15. host fabulous parties
16. be thankful
17. volunteer
18. appreciate the everyday
19. have an adventure
20. redeem hurtful & negative things for good
21. give generously
22. be more fearless
23. remember that having an open heart is ALWAYS worth it
24. keep getting better at being myself