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I was on the phone with my friend Mark yesterday and he told me a story about Dude (not his real name) who is somebody we both used to know in college. Mark was, is, and will always be closer to Dude than I am, so I was not very empathetic to Dude's situation; Mark told me about something Dude said, along the lines of "Man, my life is changing drastically and I feel old." To which I snapped "I tell you what, I got no patience for people who say they feel old." And Mark was offended, for himself and for Dude, I think, and called me "Recently married guy" which is mutually agreed on code for "Don't be a smug bastard because you feel like your life is good."
I should have kept my mouth shut and listened to him talk about Dude's situation because what Dude said doesn't change the circumstances of his life. I think folks in their thirties use "I'm feeling old" as code for "I have to deal with responsibilities, tragedies, and failures that I didn't expect when I was in my twenties," but sometimes I hear "I'm not a kid anymore!" And I'm so glad that I'm not a kid anymore that I can't believe anybody would want to go back to high school or college, unless it was to do it right the second time around.
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He started a post like this:
"I've noticed that people on my friends-list aren't posting as much on here anymore. And while I think that sucks and I want to know more and not less about your lives and especially want to know more than you can tell me in 140 characters on Twitter or in a few sentences on Facebook, I am undaunted."
I am not on Twitter, but I hit Facebook pretty hard (you want to hear my excuse for my Facebook account? Here goes: I work at an academic library! At a school! All the kids are on it! I'm doing it for my job! Shit, I love Facebook) and the count on my Livejournal homepage is eight weeks since my last update. And you know how it is with LJ if you haven't posted in a while: like not calling somebody because it's been so long since you called and you don't want to have to explain yourself.
I won't try to make up for two months in one entry--Hell, I won't even make up for a week--but I'll start with a little thing that happened that I don't understand completely but feel pretty good about. I'm in library school these days and I have Cataloging and Classification this semester. That's right, library school. That's right, Cataloging. Here's the course description (strap yourself in!):
An introduction to the organization of recordable knowledge, with emphasis on library cataloging and classification. Students will examine current applications of Anglo-American Cataloguing Rules, MARC formats, Library of Congress and Sears Subject Headings, Dewey Decimal Classification, and Library of Congress Classification. Metadata initiatives and the interpretation of technical documentation will be considered.
We're gonna consider the shit out of metadata initiatives! Anyway, I'm in this course and one of the assignments involves joining LibraryThing (or, in my case, updating an existing account). While I was putting in books and recording my impressions, I noticed that my "About me" was out-of-date: "Struggling writer, library employee, slacker." Not so much with the first and last; the middle was much different than it was when I first wrote it. So I tried a few revisions in the style of the original, like "Husband, library student, music lover, blah-blee-fucking-blah" until I realized what I should put: "I'm just like everybody else." My own little moment of square zen!
How are ya?: Slightly slack What's that noise?: "Mystery Train Part II" -- The Wood Brothers |
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Cutest baby in the world took out my fucking eye!
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In very rough chronological order, with many missing:
The Muppets A Very Muppet Christmas
The Beatles The White Album
Pink Floyd Dark Side Of The Moon
Jimi Hendrix Are You Experienced?
Faith No More The Real Thing
Primus Frizzle Fry
King Crimson Starless & Bible Black
Phish Picture Of Nectar
Charles Mingus Mingus Ah Um
Smashing Pumpkins Gish
Tom Waits Bone Machine
Frank Zappa Hot Rats
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Henry's Dream
TV On The Radio Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes
Neutral Milk Hotel In The Aeroplane Over The Sea
What's that noise?: "The Gumbo Variations" |
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Trevor Watts & Jamie Harris Duo, off the CD Ancestry , which I will need to pick up very soon. |
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A phrase in my hand-written work notes is driving me crazy -- I've been staring at it once a day for three weeks. Along with notes like "CMF Wilby Room -- January 25th" (easy to decipher), "Valentine's courses" (harder but doable with one extra nugget of information), and "Dept of Eagles" (which is tough until I remember that it's a band), I have written in clean, precise handwriting:
PROTECTING FROM BEARS
and I have no clue what it means.
Feb. 5th, 2009 @ 02:36 pm
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New Year's Day: lots of food, lots of laziness. I ate my black-eyed peas (as hummus) and discovered that I wasn't reflecting on last year and this year. No angst? No grand declarations? I'll be damned.
Today I am back at work--school hasn't started yet, but we're open and there are folks in here.
Jan. 2nd, 2009 @ 10:37 am
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NSFW.
Oct. 21st, 2008 @ 04:25 pm
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Oct. 12th, 2008 @ 02:21 pm
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Oct. 3rd, 2008 @ 01:49 pm
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I went to Hawaii, and one of the many things I got was a little Tiki in the sand.
Oct. 3rd, 2008 @ 01:48 pm
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This is old-school GYWO.
Oct. 1st, 2008 @ 10:30 am
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Oct. 1st, 2008 @ 10:28 am
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It's legal.
Sep. 18th, 2008 @ 09:57 am
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Sep. 16th, 2008 @ 09:37 am
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Wanna see what I got at Criminal Records on Tuesday, after I went to the doctor for injections and a lecture on my impending hypertension?
( Music! )
Aug. 28th, 2008 @ 02:21 pm
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cephalopod_intelligence#Dexterity
And what, you might ask, is SCABA gear?
If SCUBA is Self-Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus, I can only imagine that these industrious invertebrate motherfuckers are working on Self-Contained Aboveair Breathing Apparati. And I am scared.
Aug. 28th, 2008 @ 10:12 am
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Aug. 27th, 2008 @ 01:22 pm
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