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Wednesday, July 31, 2002


  From an interlibrary loan listserv:

'Is anyone able to loan all 4 issues for 1968 of this journal? Patron is a "10." I've asked those who claim to own per OCLC and none could supply.'


Um...what does the patron's appearance have to do with anything? They have to mean something else...right?


Tuesday, July 30, 2002

  SpnstrLibrarian: Hey Tony, Todd just wanted me to let you know that his computer got struck by lightning, and that's why he hasn't been on IM.
Tony: alright thanks
SpnstrLibrarian: Cool. Bye.
Tony: I got his mail
Tony: tell him I miss him
Tony: (ungayly)
SpnstrLibrarian: X'D

(names and screennames have been changed)




Monday, July 29, 2002

  I sent this story in today to Scott Adams for his Dilbert's Tales of Induhviduals:

A guy that I know works for a commercial printing company. Today, one of his cow-workers was outside having a cigarette, enjoying the stiff breeze. For some reason, he was not in the designated smoking area, which is far from their flammable waste, has buckets of sand for extinguishing cigarette butts, etc. Instead, he was smoking next to the dumpsters for trash and recyclable paper, and the receptacles for flammable chemical by-products of the printing process. When he finished his cigarette, he just threw it down, and went inside. A little while later, a neighboring business called 911 when they saw the back of the building on fire. Luckily, the fire was extinguished before the chemicals were ignited.

Sifting through the ash and rubble, the firemen found the cigarette butt that had started the fire. Confronted with the evidence, the induhvidual cried, said repeatedly that it was an accident, and apologized profusely. The fire investigator and police asked his boss if he wanted to press charges, but he declined. Another employee was asked to clean up the mess that was left.

A little while later, the induhvidual went out back to see how the clean up was going, and promptly lit up a cigarette. A little while after that, he decided that he had been "traumatized" by the day's events, and needed to take the rest of the day off.

  Hey Ang, could you send me a washlette? ; )



Sunday, July 28, 2002

  "Yours is a Very Bad Hotel": a customer service complaint in the form of a PowerPoint presentation


Saturday, July 27, 2002

  Remember True Porn Clerk Stories which I posted a week ago? Well, the author, Ali Davis, recently read some of them on one of my favorite radio shows, This American Life. To hear Ali, go to their website, click on 02 under "Episodes/Real Audio by year." The episode containing Ali's segment is called, "Give the People What They Want." To hear just Ali, choose that episode, and then fast-forward to 31:30. While you are there, I hope that you will check out some of their other shows -- Staff Favorites is a great place to start.

While we're on the subject of porn... (That's just so wrong!)

To Angel, Ryan, Chris, and Kristina: I had a great time last night, and I hope we can do that again soon. Special thanks to Chris for packing over here like a sherpa his PS2, two DDR pads, many DVDs/games, and Cranium.


Friday, July 26, 2002

Thursday, July 25, 2002

Wednesday, July 24, 2002

  Celebdaq: the celebrity stock exchange



Tuesday, July 23, 2002

Sunday, July 21, 2002

Saturday, July 20, 2002

  I was just flipping channels, and saw that Cardio Striptease classes are being taught at Crunch gyms. They showed a coed class gyrating and stripping...all that was missing was the pole! I looked it up on their website, and there it was: Cardio Strip a one-hour class with Angel, eight o'clock Monday nights.


Friday, July 19, 2002

  TheBiz, the library blog that inspired me to start my blog, has not been updated since May 29th. About once a week, I pop over there to see what's new, but now there is never anything new!? I posted the following comment on the May 29th post, in hopes that Gabe (yeah, right) or Aaron will resurrect TheBiz:

"Gaaaaaahhh! WTF! Okay, maybe you need some incentive... If you post something -- ANYTHING -- before midnight Saturday, I will pay to have your banner ad removed. Don't believe me? Post and see. If you don't post, I'm removing you from my blogroll so I'm not tempted to check back anymore..."



Thursday, July 18, 2002

Wednesday, July 17, 2002

  Hurrah! I have been indexed by dmoz and Google! (This is almost as cool as the time they printed my letter to the editor in Library Journal.) Google me!

Tuesday, July 16, 2002

  Je me souviens

"Seeking an outgoing, organized, positive, dynamic ALA/MLS director to administer a city/county library..."

Dynamic. That word reminds me of the summer I spent six weeks in French immersion in Quebec. The animateurs who led the group activities had been told repeatedly during their training that they were expected to be "dynamique." Their interactions with us should be "dynamique." Our learning experience in the program should be "dynamique." Dynamique quickly became an in-joke between the animateurs. We students picked up on it, and even worked it repeatedly into the end of school show.* Our animatrice was Corinne Dion (no, she is not related). At the end of an activity, Corinne would ask, "C'est bon?" We would reply, "C'est bon!" Then she would lead us in a little cheer: "C'est bon! C'est bon! C'est DYNAMIQUE!" Thus affirming the dynamiqueness of the activity and our animatrice.

*I would love to have a tape of that show. Our class did a song to the music of Charlebois' "Frog Song," another used "The Twelve Days of Christmas" ("Sur le premier jour a l'Ecole de Langue..." Tres drole.) The show stopper though was the class that sang "U.Q.A.C." to the tune of "YMCA." The guys were dressed like The Village People. C'est bon, c'est bon, c'est DYNAMIQUE!


Monday, July 15, 2002

Sunday, July 14, 2002

  Libraries, bookstores, and publishers target teens.

An interesting article about a new trend: black women and white men. Commentary on the article.

Even in this "hideous right-wing state" I'm seeing more interracial dating amongst teenagers and college students, but I wonder if it will continue into adulthood, or be dismissed as "experimentation" or "youthful indiscretion." I hope that by the time my nieces are dating, they will be able to date whomever they want, without getting alot of grief.

Ten years ago, while away at college, I dated a black guy. He was a great guy, and we had a wonderful relationship, but after I went home at the end of the year, and we were hundreds of miles away from each other, I ended it. My father is a racist, and I'm convinced that if he had found out, he would have thrown me out of the house. Because of my fear, I ended the relationship, and now I wonder, "What if?" This morning when a little biracial girl at church climbed into my lap, I thought, "I might have a kid like her today, if we hadn't split up..."
In recent years, I have wondered what I would do if I met a non-white guy that I wanted to date... Now that my parents are divorcing, I feel like it wouldn't be such a problem. If I dated a guy that my dad didn't like, my dad would not want anything to do with me, and I would not see him at all, as opposed to now, when I see him about once every two weeks. I don't have to worry about him throwing me out of his house, or cutting me off financially, and now that they will be apart, I don't even have to worry about how it will affect my mom. She would not have a problem with it, and she wouldn't be stuck in the middle.


  I'm thinking about trying the Atkin's diet. I got down to size 14/16 last fall when I was exercising regularly, but now I'm back in 18s, headed for 20s. Maybe exercising again, combined with Atkin's will get me back on track.

Saturday, July 13, 2002

  There is something really satisfying about the sound of a bank of six terminals being turned on at once -- HMM-thwock-hmmm...

Humorous warnings... (Thanks, Jessica)


Friday, July 12, 2002

  Sesame Street sure has changed since the last time I was there...

The latest weirdness from b3ta.com

Are you a nerd? Take this test and find out. (My score: 209 and 44.75%)




  Want to meet other bloggers?

blog.meetup.com


  You know how sometimes you get a call...and it's a wrong number...but the moron won't believe they called the wrong number...so you play along? Well, this IM conversation (found at b3ta.com) is sorta like that.
(R-rated. Though I actually found her stupidity the most offensive part of it.)



Thursday, July 11, 2002

Wednesday, July 10, 2002

  According to the 2000 Census (which I worked on BTW), in our county there are ten percent more women than men (and you have to figure in that ten percent, at least, of the men are gay) so taking that into account there are roughly...four straight men to every five women. As if that weren't bad enough, less than 20% of the people over 25 have a bachelor's degree or higher, and almost 20% do not even have a high school diploma. Let's just say that the dating pool is a bit shallow around here.


Tuesday, July 09, 2002

  How do people come up with ideas like this?! (Thanks for the link Tim.)


  This reminds me of the time the guy from Library Journal interviewed me for a story which was never published... Bummer. Ernie, I feel your pain.


Monday, July 08, 2002

  I'm so hip and cutting edge...at least in the eyes of the middle-aged women that I work with...everything's relative.
In yesterday's newspaper, there was a rave review of the "gay" restaurant that my friends and I went to about two weeks ago. Now, the ladies in the office are dying to go there. They asked me for directions, and wanted me to tell them all about it. They are having lunch there tomorrow. I'd go too, but now that everyone knows about it, it's just so passe. "Cafe Go? That place is SO last month!" ; )


  This may explain why I was slimmer when I worked at an ice cream shop...

What if It's All Been a Big Fat Lie? By GARY TAUBES, New York Times
If the members of the American medical establishment were to have a collective find-yourself-standing-naked-in-Times-Square-type nightmare, this might be it. They spend 30 years ridiculing Robert Atkins, author of the phenomenally-best-selling ''Dr. Atkins' Diet Revolution'' and ''Dr. Atkins' New Diet Revolution,'' accusing the Manhattan doctor of quackery and fraud, only to discover that the unrepentant Atkins was right all along. Or maybe it's this: they find that their very own dietary recommendations -- eat less fat and more carbohydrates -- are the cause of the rampaging epidemic of obesity in America. Or, just possibly this: they find out both of the above are true. (For the rest of the article, go to http://www.nytimes.com)



  Schmerd found this game.

Matt and I saw Panic Room at the $2 theater last night. Wow.



Sunday, July 07, 2002

  I just purchased my plane tickets to go to Florida in August to visit my friend Todd. This will be my first-ever trip to Florida.


  Yesterday afternoon, Matt and I went to check out the new megabookstore. When I walked in the door, the first person that I laid eyes on was the manager of the other megabookstore! He was scoping out the new place. A little ways into the store, I ran into another manager from the other megabookstore. She recognized me, and we chatted for awhile. I was a bit disappointed in the store. I have been to some of their stores in other cities, and this one did not measure up. The others have been in older buildings, but this one is in a strip mall. The store was not as large as I had expected, and there were no cushy chairs like we are used to having at the other megabookstore. Their cafe is comparable, but with more seating, including some tables outside. We ran into three other friends there, and sat in the cafe and chatted awhile before going our separate ways.

A friend and I went to a gay bar last night. We both got carded, even though we are 29. The guy at the door said to me, "You look like you're just out of high school!" We got there just as a drag show was ending. I like drag shows, but this was people who don't normally do drag, who were doing it for a fund raiser. The results were quite tragic. There was a "special guest star" who is a real drag queen -- damn, I wish I looked as good as she did! I ordered a Cape Cod and the bartender mixed it 2:1 -- that's two parts vodka to one part cranberry juice. I drank that, and ordered another. I was starting to feel it drinking that second drink, and hesitated to order another. My face was hot, flushed, and felt a bit numb. Now, I have never been much of a drinker, and I have never been drunk before (even though I actually tried to get drunk once.) So, I'm thinking, "This is the closest to drunk that I have ever been!" So, I decided to go for it, and order another drink. After the third drink, I was feeling pretty good, and was a bit worried that I wouldn't be able to walk. I actually did okay walking out to the car, and when we got home. I slept like a log last night, and didn't even feel any after effects this morning.


Saturday, July 06, 2002

  I just have to tell you about the cool postcards that I got this week:

Robin's postcard looks like a vintage postcard, it has "Hawaii" spelled out in bamboo, a lei, and four hula girls on it.

Natalie's postcard is of a little lighthouse on an island in the Mississippi River, with Minneapolis skyline in the background. It looks nice and cool there. *sigh*

Diana in Chicago sent a nice handmade postcard. She mounted onto heavy paper a gorgeous black and white photo she took of her cat, Pip. It is art. (Eat your heart out Martha Stewart!)

Lester also made me a postcard. It is heavy paper, and has my name on it, done in fluorescent orange spray paint. (Let me tell you, that one caught my eye when I brought the mail in!) And Lester wrote, "I think you have the most kick ass URL around!" Thanks, Lester! (Now if only my writing and web design could live up to my URL...)

Susan in Rice, Minnesota (population 610) sent a postcard with a Matisse print on it. (To Susan: Librarians are in short supply...join us! Love the cow sticker!)

I also got a package from England, but I haven't opened it yet...I'm savoring it a bit...enjoying the mystery.



Friday, July 05, 2002

  Earlier this year, I was asked to join the board of our church. We are quickly outgrowing our current building ("a delightful dilemma," as another board member put it) and have begun looking at our options. A builder who looked at the existing structure says that to expand we would have to rebuild from the ground up. Parking is also a problem already, so losing parking to new construction is not really an option. Moving is looking like the best way to go.

This afternoon, I went with our minister to look at a church that may come up for sale soon. Unfortunately, it is much too large for us. The sanctuary is nice, and wouldn't have to be altered all that much, but attached to it is a huge building for classrooms and offices that would be wasted space, and expensive to keep up. There is another church that we could look at, but it also is probably too large for us. We are such a non-traditional church (and the other churches in this area are very traditional) that I think that we should be looking at other kinds of buildings.



  I'm behind on my Dance Card updates... I got second postcards from Robin and Natalie, and one from Lester in San Diego. I need to start sending out my second round of stuff...maybe I can do that this weekend.



Thursday, July 04, 2002

  Anybody who would like really close, convenient parking for the fireworks tonight, give me a call on my cell phone, and I will hook you up. We have at least four spaces available out back of the place where I'm housesitting. You can come early, and take the fifty cent tour of the Victorian I'm staying at, and after the fireworks, stay a while until the traffic has cleared out.


Wednesday, July 03, 2002

  I was looking at new group blog today that was kind of lame -- the front page was basically five days of people going, "Is this thing on?" "Check. Check." "Can you hear me now?" However, they did have one interesting link, cops writing about their most memorable calls.



  Our church has been looking for a pianist for some time, and now we are losing our babysitter, because she is going away to college. In discussing this, it came up that the pianist job pays $60 per service, and we pay the sitter $15 per service. Now, it just seems really weird to me that we pay someone $60 to play three to six songs over the course of an hour to an hour and fifteen minute service, while we are paying the sitter only $15 to watch two to five kids for an hour and a half. IMHO, $60 sounds like a lot for the pianist job, and $15 sounds kind of cheap for the sitter. What do you think? Am I just a barbarian who doesn't appreciate music?


Tuesday, July 02, 2002

  At our library, we have a patron who is a Catholic nun and a Star Trek freak. She has uses her real last name as her first name, and Janeway as her last name. Does anyone else think that this is really bizarre?!


Monday, July 01, 2002

  I gave Evan this URL last night...