Tutorial: using Google+ hangouts on the iphone

This week I learned that,  though totally counterintuitive, you can’t start a Google+ Hangout with the Hangout function on the Iphone app.
We were working with clients this week to record some video.  I know not a ton of people use Google+, but it has some great functionality, including Hangouts, which is like video chatting, but better. At the appointed time, my coworker and I entered the Hangout.  All was well, we could see and hear each other, but our client was having some difficulty.  Though we tinkered a bit, we couldn’t resolve the problem.  After doing some research last night, I found that this is a known issue.  Since I wasn’t able to find a solution in my search (at least in the first page or so of search results), I played around a bit to figure it out.*
You’ll need:
  • Iphone with video
  • Google+ account
  • another Google+er, online, who will talk to you

To initiate a hangout from an Iphone:

  1. In Google+ app, go to main menu by tapping list icon in upper left.
  2. Enter the Messenger function.
  3. Start a new conversation by tapping chat icon in upper right corner.
  4. Tap people or type in name to start a conversation with that person. More than one can be selected.
  5. Type something in the text window at the bottom of the screen, hit send.
  6. At the next screen, tap the video icon in upper right.
  7. At next screen, tap Hangout.
  8. This will bring you to a highly deceptive screen saying it’s “Waiting for others to join.” The thumbnail/name of the invitee is listed at the top, with a small blue arrow.  Tap the arrow.
  9. New screen with thumbnail/name of the invitee listed, tap on this.
  10. Invitee’s profile page. Mid-screen, tap on hangout.
  11. This rings through to the invitee on computer.
Taking shortcuts in this process or starting the hangout from the Hangout option on the iphone app menu results in no video.  Also, I wasn’t able to get it to work to invite from my computer to phone.  I was working with a wifi connection, but was logged into 2 g-accounts, so that may have diverted the invite from phone to computer.
*I’m running OS6 on an iphone 4s. I’m not super technical, please don’t ask too many questions 😉
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If it makes you feel like you want to vomit.

Just a quick post to commemorate the day, what with it being my last at [international hair and beauty corporation]. I’m officially a stay-at-home freelancer.

Image courtesy of Raving Dave

I heard a friend say this once, “If it makes you feel like you’re going to vomit, you’re on the right track!” She wasn’t talking about a night at the bar; rather, she was talking about how to know if a decision or life change was right.  I’ve been thinking about this little saying for the past week or so, because as I’ve gotten closer to my end working date, the uncertainty of what I’m moving toward has become more real in my brain, more prevalent in my thoughts.  It has made me feel like vomiting, a little!  Because I have had a tendency, in the past, to go charging toward something thinking it will be the perfect thing, the solution I’ve been waiting for!, only to find that it, too, has its pitfalls.

This is a much different change, though, and I’m excited.  I’m working with a great company, and the transition feels really natural, not at all jarring.  The timing feels right, and I’m so excited to see what’s next!

 

confessions of know-it-all’ingness.

Thought of the day: it’s not that the customer/client is always right, but rather that I don’t always need to be right. Right?

I have a tendency toward know-it-all’ingness.  It’s not pretty.  I think there’s a gene in the family, probably on both sides, where we must be right, and we must know that you know that we are right.  I’ve also been known, not willing to recognize the fault in myself, to scrutinize others for the same flaw.  But, as with anything, knowing is half the battle.

I had a moment working with a client today where I held my tongue, made the requested edits, and moved on to the next task.  Now, you can understand this was difficult, as the issue at hand was whether autumnal allergies could be caused by pollen, because isn’t pollen more a springtime thing?  I looked it up, of course, and thought about tossing in an off-handed remark about knowing that, in fact, allergies at this time of year could indeed be pollen-related, because I, personally, suffer this particular malady, at this time, every year.

You can just hear the peevishness in my tone, can’t you.  It’s there, and repeating it here makes it that much more obvious.  And annoying.  And petty-sounding.  I mean, really.  Why is it so important to expend energy thinking about setting him straight?  And did I need to verify the facts on WebMD.com (and yes, this is the link to the Fall Allergies info page)?  Or consider sending a link just so they would know I was right, or that this type of allergy was valid?  A-nnoy-ing.  Do you ever have moments when you wonder how the people around you even like you sometimes?  I’m such a pain in the ass sometimes!

American Woman, redux.

So many good things today.  But this was a  highlight:

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I had lunch with my friend, Russ, today at the lovely Indian restaurant Gandhi Mahal, in South Minneapolis, near Lake St. and Hiawatha.  We ordered the lunch buffet, which was loaded up with all gluten-free choices, plus a few dairy-free options. And dessert: 3 options, all gluten free.  And some kind of magical fried chickpea patties, also gluten free. He had read an earlier post re: this album, and just happened to have it in his collection, and gifted it to me (Thanks Russ! Cherishing this as we speak!). A funny bit in this: Russ and I worked at a coffee shop together back when blogs were just becoming a thing. And I lamented them endlessly! How boring to read about what some joker had for lunch, or went on vacation… Clearly, I didn’t understand the depth and breadth of what one is capable of communicating via this commendable medium.

shine a light (oh, shine your light).

Call me vain (because, in reality, aren’t we all?), but I have to post this.  My lovely friend Mel created this masterpiece.  And guess what?!  I’m the Angie Angler this is named for!  How cool is that?  Visit her over at her Etsy site.

Angie Angler Baby Blanket

 

…with a devil on your back

I always want to call Florence, of Florence + The Machine, Florence Henderson.  It just rolls off the tongue, really.  Too many Brady Bunch reruns in my youth, to be certain.

But this Florence blows my mind:

Florence + The Machine / Shake It Out

Did I mention this blows my mind?  If you watch it all the way through without experiencing an epidemic of the goosebumps, then you have no soul.  This woman is BELTING THIS SONG OUT!  It’s like she’s alone in the Serengeti, with miles of wide open space upon which to unleash that beautiful, massive, warbling tone.  But she’s in a television studio.  And you would think that would be so limiting.  But NO!  Not for Florence-not-Henderson, that woman just throws her head back and sings to the heavens.

My favorite piece of lyrical goodness:

I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart

This song and her voice, quite simply, make me very happy.  Thank you, Florence + The Machine.

the little things.

I’m feeling crabby today. Working on letting the mood lift, but it’s there and, to some extent, I just need to let it be there.  Do you ever notice that sometimes you actually want to feel grumpy?  I find this happening to me periodically, like when I’m in traffic and someone is driving too close behind me, or when I’m rushing in the morning and fumbling every damn thing when my hands are full and I’m trying like crazy to get the right key to lock the damn door!  I think you know the feeling…  It almost feels like a habit, like I’m just running through the inevitable schedule of events.  But more and more, I realize it’s contrived, a synapse fires and then the most logical pattern emerges, but it’s no longer genuine, no longer authentically how I feel.  I can’t push it away though, so, like today, I just let it run its course.

The office has been quiet for the past several days, and today everyone has returned and there are many, many people around.  Wonderful though they are, you realize how much easier it is to be productive with fewer conversations happening all about.

With all the bad juju running through my brain, a friend posted something to the facebook which helped me feel just a little brighter: “Finally reached the point in my used textbook where the slacker that had it before me stopped highlighting. It’s the small things that count.”  It is the little things that count!  So I’m taking a little inventory here of the little things that I’m happy about (the obvious I’m-breathing, I’m-healthy, live-in-a-beautiful-home variety are implied).

  • I indulged a little and topped my salad with blue cheese/catalina dressing;
  • It’s fashion week, so much of my work for the next few days entails browsing the web for company mentions;
  • I have the weekend to look forward to, with very little planned;
  • I finally received my 2010 Louisiana tax refund.

Ok, so there are a few things.  I’ve also put on my headphones to block out a bit of the noise.  See?  The little things.

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Bob Dylan / Hard Times Come Again No More

A mind, once expanded…

I’m back home again after my epic-ly amazing dog-sitting stint in the lovely Kenwood area.  Tonight is the first night sleeping in my own bed in 2.5 weeks.  There are several things I love about shaking up the routing periodically either just a little, like dog-sitting in someone else’s house in another area of the city, or busting loose completely, i.e. moving cross-country to attend a commercial-diving programs (yes, that really happened.):

  1. Your routine is immediately broken up.  You’re in a new place, surrounded by different people (or pets), totally different energy, completely different surroundings.  You simply can’t do things in the same way.
  2. You’re not surrounded by your own stuff.  This I find very liberating.  I have A LOT of projects I want to do, A LOT of books to read someday.  What ends up happening is that I am constantly overwhelmed by the possibility, so I end up doing none of the things on the list.  When you’re somewhere new, you only have the stuff you’ve brought with you, so you are better able to focus on what’s before you, what you intend to work on.
  3. It’s easy to reinvent yourself, even if only a little.  This may sound a little silly, but I think we all need, from time to time, to just sort of pretend a little, to try on new hats.  And this is always easier when you’re not surrounded by people who’ve known you since you were three, with whom you feel obligated to act out that particular role.  I’m not saying it has to be anything drastic, what I mean is more that we often change and grow, but don’t realize because it can be a challenge to allow those changes into a relationship or lifestyle that might be rather static.
  4. You gain insight to and clearer perspective on your life.  Being removed from the ordinary, it’s just easier to see what you do, and don’t like about where you are.

So, I’ve gained some insight, and have a better idea of where I want to be heading.  Now it’s about keeping up the momentum, and not dropping back to the same patterns.

I’m curious to know, how do you keep your momentum going when you’ve made good changes?  Is it will power, or intention that keeps you moving forward?  Do you find truth in the Oliver Wendall quote, “The mind, once expanded to the dimensions of larger ideas, never returns to its original size”?

 

27.

I recently succumbed to watching 30Rock.  I’d always heard it was good, and loads of people whose taste I share had recommended it, but I’d just never gotten around to seeing it, even though I’ve had it on my external since forever.  Finally a few weeks ago, I started watching it, and got hooked immediately.  I finished the first 3 seasons within the same number of weeks, but have yet to download the 4th season, so I’m a bit in withdrawal.  When I opened YouTube tonight, there was a best-of video that I needed to first watch, then share.

While watching the Liz Lemon video, there was a link to this song, which has always been a favorite:

Marshall Tucker Band / Can’t You See

22.

I’m so excited today that I don’t know where to start.  Not just with the dailies, but with everything in general.  I feel like the positive juju is starting to roll in: last night I identified a company in MN with positions available related to what I’ve been doing in the gulf, sort of.  Additionally, a friend from high school, whom I haven’t spoken to in years, contacted me via facebook in re: my job search.  It turns out she had read my CSB article, showed it to her husband who used to work offshore, who wondered if I was looking for a job, so Belinda contacted me to find out.  I responded that I was interested, fully aware that it might turn out to be some crazy pyramid scheme opportunity, but was willing to see it through anyway.  After all, you just never know what might come about 😉