Sunday, April 29, 2007
Anyways, we may have found a place. It's off South Broadway, just past Virginia Avenue/Red Mile. South Broadway Park is an enclave of mostly Victorian-ish homes that have somehow avoided being torn down. We'll have roughly half the first floor of a large blue Victorian home. There's two bedrooms, and a large living room area with a fireplace and (my favorite) a floor-to-ceiling window in a reading nook-like enclave.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
My stories (slowly adding to them!) come nowhere near Jon's. He tells of hiking the Appalachian Trail when the trail was nothing more than a cheerful river. I think his worst one is when he went somewhere in Tennessee with his friend and it rained nonstop the entire time. If you can, imagine hiking in clothes thoroughly sopping wet in 50 degree weather. Shirt, pants, underwear, socks, boots, the whole shebang is so soaked that you can grab a fistful of shirt and squeeze out enough water to fill a Nalgene.
This isn't the worst part.
Now, imagine peeling all of this squelching mess off, warming up tolerably for the night. Come morning, though, you must put all of your soggy clothes (which have only dried to a clammy dampness) back on. The worst part of all is pulling on wet, cold socks and wet, cold shoes. Nothing freezes you up better than cold footwear.
This means I have to start looking for a job. I've been keeping my eyes open for a long time, but so few things open up here in Kentucky it is frustrating. Jon and I agreed that if an opportunity opens up in another state (I'm checking Virginia and North Carolina postings regularly), we should move and take advantage of it. I hate the thought of leaving Kentucky, though.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
I tell Jenni she should file away all the 'embarassing' stuff Autumn does so she can tease her when she's a smart-alecky teenager. 1) She is in love with the Lamaze monkey suspended over her carrier. She will stare at it in a trance, smiling and making expressions. We wonder if there is some kind of conversation, one-sided or not, going on... 2) She drools. 3) She passes a lot of gas. 4) She dances to country music.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Hopefully this paper will turn out okay. The last time this professor asked us to write an essay, he made his requirements so vague that 98% of the class got papers back covered in red marks. Thankfully he realized his error and did not count it towards our overall grades.
For those of you dying to find out, the paper is about the serials crisis in scholarly publishing. Publishers in this field--the science, technology, and medical journals--make a 40% profit. Subscriptions to certain journals reach $30,000. Considering that publishers, particularly Elsevier, the one every librarian loves to hate, routinely raise their annual subscriptions by double digits, it's not hard to see why libraries are starting to fight back.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
The gallows humor happened for real. A Persian really did say that their arrows would block out the sun, and a Spartan really did retort that they would fight in the shade.
The name of the wind, by Patrick Rothfuss
Dog years, by Mark Doty
Grave Matters, by someone
The history of the ancient world, by Susan Wise Bauer
Prayer, by Philip Yancey
Secrets in the dark, by Frederick Buechner
and I'm going to pick up:
Grace (eventually): further thoughts on faith, by Anne Lamott
Dog years is a memoir of a life with pets, rather intriguing. I think I will write one about the animals in my life so far. As I am the only one who will read it, I will feel free to pen eloquent, lengthy chapters.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
One time, I was walking down an aisle in the children's department at Joseph-Beth. There was a fat baby learning how to take her first awkward steps. She was staring at the ground in determination. Once I was close enough that my shoes entered her line of vision, she stopped with a fascinated, perplexed expression on her face. I watched as her eyes traveled up the length of my body, wondering what on earth it was about me that had captivated her so, and once her gaze reached my eyes, her face exploded in glee. She shrieked with joy ( I kid you not) and beamed such a delightful smile at me that nothing could stop the smile forming on my lips in return.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
I'm reading the book "Grave matters: a journey through the modern funeral industry to a natural way of burial" by Mark Harris. (Yes Dwain, I know that makes me Victorian).
I'm only the first chapter in--it's making me think about something I've never really thought about before-- and I'm already wondering what the point of the modern funeral industry is considering that bodies will decompose regardless what we do.
Someone was buried on her rural property in a shroud and nothing more. I can't help but think how nice that sounds.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Anyways, I said the other day, "I want to rent a dog and go play in the park."
Jon said, "What about Dwain's dog?"
"He's too much like a cat to count as a dog!"
Of course, we're prejudiced since we only saw him in the house, and witnessed only his house-behavior: perching on the back of a chair, huddling on Miah's lap, burrowing under the blanket.
My mistake, clearly. But now the charge on my record is "Eluding a police officer"! This brings with it a 6 month probation of my license, and traffic school. I hate how that looks--it makes it sound like I led the police on a high speed chase!
So there you go--I am a candidate for that show Cops.