It was sometime around December when I first started hearing the word Pinterest. I wasn't sure what it was but began seeing people talk about it on Facebook and occasionally someone would have something interesting in their house or classroom and they would say I got that on Pinterest.
So now my interest in Pinterest is spiked (that's funny get it) and I'm wanting to know what it is. Well first thing is someone has to invite you. I hate that-it means I have to ask someone for a favor and then I owe them. But it makes me even more interested in Pinterested (oops). And I beg someone who I can't remember for an invite.
So I'm on there now what. I see lots of recipes and lots of cute things to do with your class which I will never get to do because I'm too busy TEACHING! (Sorry). I do a lot of looking at things but have no idea what to do with any of it or quite frankly the point.
So I constantly campaign on Facebook that I don't know what to do with Pinterest. I'm really good at Facebook and I lurk on Twitter but this seems ridiculous to me. Recipes going around, cute classroom crap, what does this mean to me? People try to explain it and I'm still not getting it.
But you know my level of intense competition and I can't stand that other people -commoners like me-are tearing the Pinterest boards up and I WILL know how to do it.
Then I start to get it. And I started making boards. It's great it's like a little scrap book and I'm convinced that it's like one of those wish boards that if you put something on there and believe it will happen.
But let's be honest this is me. So my favorite board is recipes I wish someone would make for me. This is specifically meant for my cousin Kim and my friend Megan. They are both GREAT chefs. Kim on the east coast Megan on the west. They can both make these things for me-because I never will-you know what? It worked. Kim made Guinness cupcakes for me on my trip to NY.
So I start pinning things that I like and when I go back and look occasionally at my Pinterest Board-I notice a trend. I have very little for work (I hate to say it but I come up with great ideas on my own-which actually are achievable and teach something besides cut and paste). I have a LOT of outfits on there-explaining why I broke yet another closet in my house, I have some great sayings about running, pictures of New York, I have some funny insulting comments, and I have a lot of pictures of Adam Levine.
So that's Pinterest. I have to say I'm excited when someone repins something I've pinned.
I've noticed that there aren't many men on Pinterest, but I'm beginning to notice a few. My friend Kevin has one that has tobacco ads, leprechauns, and things I played with as a kid. We often thing alot alike. I wish my cousin Gina would make one-it would have a lot about Jamesons and kicking ass.
My cousin Lori refused to Pinterest (remember Gumass). So I have a board labeled things for Lori-so she just looks there.
The thing about Pinterest that I really hate? This is such a simple concept which works on the idea of copying peoples things.
Why didn't I think of this I love cheating, spywork, and espionage.
Follow me on Pinterest-look for theresephillips-but please stop posting teacher stuff and post more great outfits so I can steal them.
What happens when you mix the commoner and three of my favorite things? Mayhem and a Nike employee who goes home with a head ache.
What three favorite things you ask? New York City of course, Nike, and Techy gadgets. So imagine my delight when I walked into Nike Town and saw the beautiful podium filled with Nike Fuel bands.
You are wondering what the fuel band is? You are not alone. All I could find out about before Nike Town was that it told you how many calories you burned all day long from everything you do. But I learned so much more that day.
You have to understand-I have a Nike sensor in my shoe, I have an app on my phone that changes music to keep up with me, tells me my pace, how far to go-everything. I also have a band on my wrist that tells me the same thing-but that I can constantly look and obsess at. So the chance to have something that does this 24/7 is too much for me to pass up.
I pulled myself right up to an empty (or almost empty) spot at the kiosk and right away I was caught up in the whole thing. Now mind you there was a rather smart looking dapper urbanite dude in his twenties. Now this is important for many reasons. For one it validated that my questions weren't stupid and second it gave me a partner in comedy.
The Nike dude explained the whole thing. It measures everything you do and converts it into Nike Fuel Points-you set a goal and try to achieve this. So I think this is great and I can wear it while I run in addition to my other stuff so I get all my credit. Does it work on my spin class? Um no-it doesn't work in cycling because it measures arm movement. What do I get with those points Nike Gear? Apparently all I get is a good feeling.
Oh-hipster dude is losing patience in the fact that I budded in to his sales questions (I'm at my pushiest when I'm in NY) I have one question he says-does it work when I drive-(Really? Why would you burn any points when you drive) no-how about push ups? No because your arms don't move. So basically it measures EVERYTHING except cycling, pushups, and driving. Probably Irish dancing too because you don't move your arms.
So what are fuel points and what can you do with them and what do they mean and how do you set a goal and how many calories does it equal. See those last 4 words? That's where we lost the Nike dude and worked together on the problem -myself and the hipster urbanite.
You see fuel points are some made up math formula that Nike came up with-I'm sure as a joke-and they IN NO WAY CORRELATE TO CALORIES-DO YOU UNDERSTAND? We didn't and we came to the conclusion -as we ignored Nike Dude that you divide nike fuel by 1/3 to get calories. By this time Nike dude was pulling his hair out.
Well now I've tried one on and figured I'm a small. But that doesn't matter because they don't have any more. And guess what -NY Nike Town is the only place in THE WHOLE COUNTRY to buy them. So hipster urbanite was going to come in at 10 the next day-I was going back to California and NO THEY DON"T HAVE THEM IN SAN FRANCISCO. But the odds were good of me getting one the next day because I was a small if I came back at 10.
By the time I left I decided the whole thing was stupid because for just 50 dollars more I could get the Nike+ With GPS. That was my next stop. Niketown will never be the same.
