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Wednesday, July 31, 2002
'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
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
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. Sunday, July 28, 2002
Saturday, July 27, 2002
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
Tuesday, July 23, 2002
a) because I had nothing to say... Sunday, July 21, 2002
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Friday, July 19, 2002
"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
Tuesday, July 16, 2002
"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
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. Saturday, July 13, 2002
Humorous warnings... (Thanks, Jessica) Friday, July 12, 2002
The latest weirdness from b3ta.com Are you a nerd? Take this test and find out. (My score: 209 and 44.75%) (R-rated. Though I actually found her stupidity the most offensive part of it.) Thursday, July 11, 2002
Wednesday, July 10, 2002
Tuesday, July 09, 2002
Monday, July 08, 2002
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!" ; ) 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) Matt and I saw Panic Room at the $2 theater last night. Wow. Sunday, July 07, 2002
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
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
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. Thursday, July 04, 2002
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