Friday, February 28, 2003

  1. What is your favorite type of literature to read (magazine, newspaper, novels, nonfiction, poetry, etc.)? Though I read more fiction, I prefer nonfiction.

2. What is your favorite novel? Pride and Prejudice. My favorite nonfiction would probably be Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.

3. Do you have a favorite poem? (Share it!) I'm not much into poetry, but I like Baudelaire's L'Invitation au Voyage, and there was a poem that I liked by Yeats called Brown Penny, in which the guy describes himself as being "looped in the loops of her hair." Aha! found it:
Brown Penny

I whispered, "I am too young."
And then, "I am old enough;"
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
"Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, brown penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

4. What is one thing you've always wanted to read, or wish you had more time to read? The Terry Pratchett Discworld series, and too many others to list.

5. What are you currently reading? A Girl Named Zippy, for a book discussion group.

Thursday, February 27, 2003

  Today kinda sorta sucked. First, I had to get up a half-hour earlier than usual because of a staff meeting. I didn't have time to do my hair properly, so it looked bad all day. My boss jumped my case about something that I really shouldn't have had to take all the blame for, as there were two other more senior people present when it happened, and I was just following their (bad) example. I had lunch with Matt J. which was nice, but too damn early, so the second half of the day seemed like an eternity. The creepy guy who likes to look at pictures of women with amputated limbs came in, and I had to deal with him. *shudder* And this couple came in...well, the guy is late teens or early twenties, and the girl looks early to mid-teens, and I suspect that he is abusive to her. If nothing else, he is very controlling. To see the way he treats her in public, it makes me wonder how he acts when no one is around.

James told me that he "might" stop by and see me after work, but stressed that he really had to get home and get everything together for tonight's gaming session, so it seemed like he probably wouldn't make it. Well, when five o'clock rolled around, my boss told me that I could go ahead and leave, since I had come in early. I hesitated, thinking about James coming by, but thought, "Surely he would have been here by now..." And I was REALLY ready to get out of there and start my long weekend, so I left. I called James' answering machine and left a message -- getting a bad feeling when he didn't answer...he should have been home by that time. And, of course, he showed up at my work minutes later...with flowers and a balloon and a teddy bear, because Saturday's my birthday. Damn! So, I'm cruising down the road, and James calls, asking me where I'm at. I explain to him that I got to leave early, and I figured that he wasn't coming since it was so late, etc. He's obviously put out, but at this point, I don't know about the flowers and the teddy bear and the balloon... About a half-hour later when I'm at dinner with Todd, I get a text message on my phone telling me about the surprise...I felt like such a heel. Now, I'm here blogging when I should be doing homework, and James is gaming at a friend's house... *sigh*

Monday, February 24, 2003

  Pictures! James (cleaning the snow off my car) and his dog Casey

Update: Here are some smaller versions of the pics -- James Casey

Sunday, February 23, 2003

  Almost every Sunday, my mom, my sister and I go out to lunch. Lunch on Sunday is one of the few times that we can all get together. This Sunday, I took James with me. My sister couldn't make it, so it was just me, Mom, and James. He was pretty nervous, but I think that it went just fine. He was cracking me up, telling himself to breathe, reciting The Litany of Fear, etc. So cute. I waited until after Mom left to tell him that she reads this...he looked like a deer caught in headlights. He immediately started trying to remember everything I had written, and what he had written in response, worried what she would think.

Saturday, February 22, 2003

  Last night, lying on his bed, talking, snuggling, and watching the sci fi channel, James and I decided that we had reached Nerdvana. It's so nice to be able to be my own geeky self and have someone who appreciates my weirdness...

  1. What is your most prized material possession? Nothing comes to mind. I mean, what would I save if there was a fire? My photo albums, maybe.

2. What item, that you currently own, have you had the longest? I have several items from my childhood, such as a stuffed rabbit given to me by my mother's godmother when I was born.

3. Are you a packrat? Yes. I get it from my dad, who is a major packrat, but I'm trying to accumulate and keep less stuff.

4. Do you prefer a spic-and-span clean house? Or is some clutter necessary to avoid the appearance of a museum? Clean is preferable, but I hate it when a place is so perfect that you feel uncomfortable.

5. Do the rooms in your house have a theme? Or is it a mixture of knick-knacks here and there? My apartment has two rooms -- the themes would be messy and messier. I just have stuff everywhere.

Friday, February 21, 2003

  My Bloginality is INTP!
As an INTP, you are Introverted, iNtuitive, Thinking, Perceiving.
This makes your primary focus on Introverted Thinking with an Extraverted Intuition.

This is defined as a NT personality, which is part of Carl Jung's Rational (Knowledge Seeking) type, and more specifically the Architect or Thinker.

As a weblogger, you might not be as concerned about popularity, but more with the ideas and theories that you strive to understand. Because routines aren't your strong point, you might be more likely to work on the concept of how to do a blog, but not be as excited to keep it up.

Wednesday, February 19, 2003

  An interesting post about a woman interviewed on This American Life who asks perfect strangers questions, some very intimate, and they answer them. This reminded me of how Todd, aka Vegas, used to have a set of like two dozen questions that he would always ask people upon meeting them for the first time. I've asked him several times to write them all down for me -- maybe he will post them in the comments for us, or email them to me, and I can post them here.

Tuesday, February 18, 2003

  3 a.m., James' house:

Having one of my little bouts of insomnia, so I'm online instead of in bed. I don't think that I really have insomnia, it's just that sometimes my mind gets so busy and preoccupied with something, that I find sleeping impossible. Our blissful, snowbound, long weekend is drawing to a close, and I don't want it to end... *sigh* Well, back to bed to try to sleep a bit before getting up at 6.

Monday, February 17, 2003

  Still blogging from James'...the sleet finally quit sometime last night. It's a good thing that neither of us had to go to work today.

Sunday, February 16, 2003

  Google Buys Pyra: Awesome!

Blogging this morning from James' house. We had a sort of an ice storm last night; church was cancelled this morning, and the cars are frozen shut, covered in a sheet of ice. Good thing neither of us have to be anywhere until Tuesday morning.

Friday, February 14, 2003

  Today, my friend Chris proposed to his girlfriend, Kristina, over the PA system at the store where she's a manager. How cute is that?!

  Happy Valentine's Day!

James and I are going to see Die Another Day tonight, so I will be spending the evening with my two favorite Jameses...

I still don't have a current pic of James, so his senior high school year book photo will have to do. He looks pretty much the same, just add glasses and a moustache, and imagine shorter hair. (I'm going to be in so much trouble for this...heeheehee)

Wednesday, February 12, 2003

  The Emode guy wrote back to me again, but he's a day late and a dollar short... Get with the program fella, we are exchanging email, not snail mail, it should not take days for you to reply! I may meet him on this trip to Indy on Saturday, but I really don't care anymore.

I have a lot of homework to do tonight, and I have to get it done, because I'm spending the evening with James tomorrow night. I don't want these assignments hanging over me, and bothering me all weekend.

  Dog Days of Summer

We had our first meeting about the adult summer reading program this morning. The childrens' librarians had chosen dogs as their theme. We don't have to do the same theme as them, but we usually do, or at least try to relate our theme to theirs somehow. I was going to suggest doing pets, which would complement the dog theme, but be more inclusive. Everyone else was all about the dog theme though, so dogs it is. Grrrrr.

Tuesday, February 11, 2003

Lara, a girl that James works with that I met at the nightclub, is telling people that I look like Velma from Scooby Doo...

The other night, when we were at the club, I kept noticing this guy staring at me whenever I walked by him. I had my glasses off, so I didn't get a good look at his face, but he had a really distinctive patterned shirt on, so I knew that it was the same guy. Finally, as we were leaving, I saw him for the first time with my glasses on -- he is a student at the university, and I see him in the library pretty much every time I work. He turned and saw me, and I wish that I could have a picture of the look on his face as he realized, "Oh my god! That's the librarian!"

  I live in a small duplex, and have almost no furniture. Tonight, I'm getting a table and chairs, hand-me-downs from my mom's boyfriend. So, was my first thought when they were offered to me, "Now I can have people over for dinner!" or "Yea! Now I don't have to sit on my bed/couch to eat!" No, my first thought was, "Great, I can use it as a workbench to put my new computer together!" I'm such a freak...

Monday, February 10, 2003

  Is it just me, or do other people feel like roses (esp. red) are kind of trite and cliche? I especially don't care for the sort of roses that you get from the florist -- they have been genetically engineered to be perfectly formed, but don't even have a scent anymore. Personally, I like wildflowers and stuff like that much better. Qu'est-ce que tu t'en pense?

  Happy Birthday Rhonda!

My friend Rhonda and I went to see How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days last night. It was hysterical! Kate Hudson is quickly becoming a favorite of mine.

Having lunch with James today.

Sunday, February 09, 2003

  OMG! I kissed a Republican!

Okay, so I met James at Rocky last week. We've been exchanging emails, and talking on the phone ever since. We had dinner Thursday night, and went dancing last night. Several differences have come up which made me think, "This is not going to work," but the more I time I spend with him, the more I like him.

What are the differences? He is in favor of the war -- I'm very much against it. He calls himself a "progressive conservative" -- I was once called a "pinko commie." He has guns -- I'm all about gun control. He has a rather large dog -- big dogs scare me. He doesn't like cats -- I love cats. He is a "born-again Christian" -- I'm a Unitarian Universalist, and not a Christian. He has said some things that would indicate some degree of homophobia -- I am a fag hag. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. What's a girl to do?

Friday, February 07, 2003

  The movie, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, was weird but good. Afterwards, we had dinner at Logan's Roadhouse, and talked. I was hit with a terrible headache during the second half of the movie, but two ibuprofens took care of it quickly. I had another one this morning, and again the ibuprofen saved the day. We had about 30 fifth graders in here this morning. They were actually a pretty well-behaved bunch, so it wasn't so bad.

James and I talked on the phone for three hours this evening.

Thursday, February 06, 2003

  Well, I have been exchanging emails with James, and talked to him on the phone for nearly two hours last night. Or rather, he talked, I listened. Not that I'm complaining, it was perfectly fine with me, I wasn't feeling talkative, and I wanted to know more about him, which I do now. Today, I was off work, so I went to my very first yoga class, and then went ice skating with Todd. Tonight, I need to hit the books. Tomorrow night, James and I are going out. James and I are going out tonight! I guess the books will have to wait until tomorrow...

Tuesday, February 04, 2003

  Mitch finally emailed me Sunday night. He says that he didn't know that we were going -- that I hadn't said that I wanted to go. He didn't get the voicemails because the battery in his phone died. I guess that he saw my note when he got home, but didn't feel the need to contact me. I don't know what to think. I'm still kind of pissed...

James, the guy from Rocky, sent me an email Sunday asking me if I wanted to go to Funny Bone on Wednesday to see Raven, a hypnotist. I would have liked to go, I really dig Raven, but that's my evening to work late. While I was writing him back, he came in and requested an audiobook. Since his library card was at least five years old, and he had been deleted from the computer, it's pretty safe to say that he does not frequently visit the library... ; ) How concerned should I be that this is the book that he wanted?

Sunday, February 02, 2003

  Well, Rocky last night was a mixed bag... First, everyone bailed on me because they were getting sick, or they were tired, yadda yadda yadda. Then, that punk-ass motherfucker emotionalfuckwit Mitch went MIA on me, and now it is Sunday afternoon, and I still have not had so much as an email to explain or apologize. (Our plans to go to Rocky were not a "definite maybe" type thing, there was no ambiguity, we were supposed to go.) Saturday afternoon, I tried to call, and left a voicemail asking if we were going to follow the previous week's planned schedule. Two hours later, I left another message. I checked my email -- nothing. I stopped by Mitch's house on the way there, but he was not home, so I left a note on the door. I went by myself, and met some nice folks who were also veterans of Rocky at the Ross. (Special thanks to Robin and James who sat with me and shared their props. If I'd have ended up sitting at a table all alone, I might have just gone home and cried.) [photos to come later]

On a happier note, I got a response from the Emode guy that I emailed. Whenever I take Emode tests, this guy keeps coming up as a possible match. Taking his username, I sussed out his email address and contacted him. It took a while, but he finally got back to me, and so we will see where that goes.