I'm now a professional voice actor!
It's not the Muppets or anything, but CDL recorded me for a QEP podcast. My ultra-cheesy line was, "Hey, what about tuition? Is this going to raise my tuition?" Do me a favor and don't listen to it.
Ever.
Interlude while Tihleigh, the Goddess of HTML, assists her floundering acolyte. We're pounding out some solutions on my nearly-complete ePortfolio, choc-full of goodies destined to cause academic libraries everywhere to offer me astounding positions at amazing pay.
Well, one can hope.
2.28.2006
2.27.2006
Arrivederci, Torino!
Alex and I were sad to see the games end last night. We're both big Olympics fans--both seasons of them--and it seems a long, long time to wait for the next round. And, dude--HD Olympics? I've got two words for that: gor-geous!
My favorite moment--well, one of them--Apollo takes gold!
Apollo Anton Ohno's short track runs were breathtaking and, in the end, exhuberant.
And a note to all my friends and readers: this week is Capstone week for UNT's School of Library and Information Science. That means I have one week to write three essays, 1500-2500 words each, to qualify for graduation in May. It's pass/fail, and I'm confident I'll have no trouble, but just know that I may not have a lot of time for blog updates for about seven days.
See you in March!
My favorite moment--well, one of them--Apollo takes gold!
Apollo Anton Ohno's short track runs were breathtaking and, in the end, exhuberant.
And a note to all my friends and readers: this week is Capstone week for UNT's School of Library and Information Science. That means I have one week to write three essays, 1500-2500 words each, to qualify for graduation in May. It's pass/fail, and I'm confident I'll have no trouble, but just know that I may not have a lot of time for blog updates for about seven days.
See you in March!
2.23.2006
Domestic Goddess...?
I read Ghost World today. I'm looking through graphic novel resources at the library and pick the best ones to list in a Subject Guide. I picked out about eleven books today and perused them to determine if they were list-worthy or not, and got so sucked into Ghost World that I finished it. It's hard to say if I liked it or not, or totally "got" it, but man, was the art gorgeous. I love the light blue as the only accent on the stark black and white.
In other news, I finally learned the correct way to fold T-shirts today. In my strangely uncharacteristic housekeeping bent of the past two months, I've been folding laundry and cleaning in the mornings while watching the news and whatever else comes on channel 8 after it (because the bunny ears don't get much else). Anyhow, when the soaps came on this morning, I switched to fuzzy channel 5 in self-defense, and Martha Stewart herself showed me how easy it was to make Alex's undershirts look like they'd been folded by clerks at Foley's, instead of rumpled semi-folded piles that gradually pool into cottony oblivion in the drawer.
It bugs me a little that I'm so proud of this domestic skill, when I ought to be catching up on Slashdot news or learning Japanese or refining my superhero skills. But, yaknow, the shirts still have to be folded. They might as well be folded with the precision that only a quirky art library student can give, right?
And in the Amazingly Great News category: we got new chairs at work! Now, for those of you who stand up all day or already have great chairs, this may not seem like news. But those of you who've fought over the one decent office chair, the one that reclines and raises, you know what I'm talking about. My back's been protesting the slumpy, slouch-inducing seats for months, and today, I was amazed to find two shiny--well, okay, not shiny in the physical sense, but shiny in the "oh cool, they're new" sense--two shiny gorgeous blue chairs at the Reference Desk. And when I sat down, I suddenly remembered what it felt like to sit on a chair with a cushion. An actual cushion-y cushion, not a chair bitterly hardened by years of posteriors smashing it flat.
Hooray for naive, idealistic chairs! Hooray for having no idea what that means!
In other news, I finally learned the correct way to fold T-shirts today. In my strangely uncharacteristic housekeeping bent of the past two months, I've been folding laundry and cleaning in the mornings while watching the news and whatever else comes on channel 8 after it (because the bunny ears don't get much else). Anyhow, when the soaps came on this morning, I switched to fuzzy channel 5 in self-defense, and Martha Stewart herself showed me how easy it was to make Alex's undershirts look like they'd been folded by clerks at Foley's, instead of rumpled semi-folded piles that gradually pool into cottony oblivion in the drawer.
It bugs me a little that I'm so proud of this domestic skill, when I ought to be catching up on Slashdot news or learning Japanese or refining my superhero skills. But, yaknow, the shirts still have to be folded. They might as well be folded with the precision that only a quirky art library student can give, right?
And in the Amazingly Great News category: we got new chairs at work! Now, for those of you who stand up all day or already have great chairs, this may not seem like news. But those of you who've fought over the one decent office chair, the one that reclines and raises, you know what I'm talking about. My back's been protesting the slumpy, slouch-inducing seats for months, and today, I was amazed to find two shiny--well, okay, not shiny in the physical sense, but shiny in the "oh cool, they're new" sense--two shiny gorgeous blue chairs at the Reference Desk. And when I sat down, I suddenly remembered what it felt like to sit on a chair with a cushion. An actual cushion-y cushion, not a chair bitterly hardened by years of posteriors smashing it flat.
Hooray for naive, idealistic chairs! Hooray for having no idea what that means!
2.20.2006
Oh Yeah, It's Winter
This weekend's biting weather was quite harsh after a glorious winter of 60-89 degree days. I demand that the "snow day" excuse be supplemented by the "it was gloriously warm and cozy in my bed this morning and I didn't want to freeze in the shower" excuse.
Bad part of weekend: not being able to see my mother's commencement ceremony and then driving home on freezing slick roads
Good part of weekend: watching Latin ice dancing (what was with all the falling?) while putting up our Ikea bookcase
Now, back to completing my online portfolio. Dreamweaver, bow to my every whim! (Yeah, yeah, I stayed up too late with the bookcase thing to be clever now. I realize this.)
Bad part of weekend: not being able to see my mother's commencement ceremony and then driving home on freezing slick roads
Good part of weekend: watching Latin ice dancing (what was with all the falling?) while putting up our Ikea bookcase
Now, back to completing my online portfolio. Dreamweaver, bow to my every whim! (Yeah, yeah, I stayed up too late with the bookcase thing to be clever now. I realize this.)
2.17.2006
2.16.2006
Zipadee-Doo-Dah
...my oh my, it's a wonderful day!
I emailed Alex a very long list of all the reasons I'm happy today--too numerous to mention here. Nothing like nice weather and a really good cup of coffee to put a spring in my step!
And just the day for it, too, because I gave my first library instruction presentation today, to a group of initially un-enthused Communication students. My perky comment at the beginning, however--"Bear with me, I've had a LOT of coffee and may speak incredibly fast"--got a chuckle and most of them on my side.
I also got to help a lot of them one-on-one, for two different classes. This is my favorite part of being a librarian--well, okay, it ties with researching obscure art topics. But helping a flustered person find the information they want gives me a deep feeling of satisfaction and purpose. I taught them something, and found something they needed--and in most cases, they are incredibly grateful. I'd have never dreamed it! But let me tell you, I've helped a girl find the one article she needs for a paper that's due the next morning at 8am, and received such thankful comments that you'd think I pulled a kitten out of a burning house.
All the fun and rewards of teaching, none of the papers to grade. Is it any wonder that I love my job?
2.14.2006
My Funny Valentine Post
Is it wrong that I find this story funny from both sides? Particularly on Valentine's Day? I mean, this is the kind of thing I expect to find pimply thirteen-year-olds scrawling on bathroom stalls, not publicly performed by college-age loonies.
Be my Anti-Valentine (Yahoo News)
(Don't) be my Valentine (NT Daily)
So, I've been married for five years, and yet somehow I still have this gut anti-Valentine's reaction. Part of it is the Hallmark-made-up commercialism of it all--and my anger that dark chocolate ads really do make me lust after them. But the majority of it is that my residual self-image is of myself as the one person in the office, dorm, or classroom without a vase of flowers, box of chocolates, or those ridiculous balloon bouquets they get away with selling in high school by claiming it's a fundraiser for the cheerleading team. As if the cheerleaders are deceiving anyone that they're not actually trying to find another way to rub in high school's innate, miserable caste system.
Now, I do happen to be all gussied up in red today, but considering that I don't get to see my beloved best friend until 11pm tonight shortly before we roll into bed, it's not my tribute to a day of storied romantic bliss. It's really just an excuse to wear red and my nifty knee-high boots. Because it's always a good excuse to wear nifty knee-high boots.
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