Sebethis, you naughty girl, you made me do another quiz on my blog!
What corset are you?
You’re a Victorian-era corset. How refined.
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kink
June 29, 2006 at 5:32 pm (novelty)
You’re a Victorian-era corset. How refined.
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news flash: according to the SUV down the street, God is pro-life!
June 29, 2006 at 5:16 pm (bureaucratic bullshit, health, politics, work)
There is a dog next door and I offered to walk him yesterday. While out walking, I saw the most hilarious bumper sticker. It said, “God is pro-life.” Whoa. Who knew? I find it so fascinating that so many people in this country talk to God and know what He thinks about everything. It’s truly amazing. We’re such a Godly country. Now that I know God is pro-life, I’ll make sure to change all my ideas about a woman’s right to have a choice about what happens to her body. By all means, I WANT the government to control MY body.
This is all completely sarcastic, of course.
How awesome does my cell phone look? OK, well, it finally got replaced. It had to get to this point first, of course, because Verizon sucks and they didn’t get around to letting me know that the cell phone I ordered was out of stock. So no phone came for a long time.
It was held together this way for awhile:
rockin’
So things are OK but financially not so hot. You see, I’m making the same salary as I was making in Chicago before I started grad school. Problem is, so much is deducted out of my paycheck here as a Philadelphia city employee that I quite literally am taking home $400 less a month. I’m not exaggerating. So, um, I’m about $400 short of what I budgeted. OK, well, I figured MAYBE it would be a bit less but not that much. Chicago is a much more efficiently running city than Philadelphia and they don’t have a separate city tax. I lived in New York and the city tax there blew but at least that’s a tightly run ship. Not so here. I have to sell my road bike because the roads are as bad as Champaign here. And that’s pretty bad.
Anyway, the reason I’m taking home $400 less than Chicago here is not only owing to the high taxes (I guess they make up for the fact that you don’t pay tax on clothing purchases here?), but because of the amount deducted for the union and for the required amount I have to pay into my pension. No choice about that.
So maybe I’ll have to find a church gig. Which would be fine, except that the job I have full-time completely wears me out and tends to make me sick. grrrrrr.
like square candies that look round?
June 26, 2006 at 2:28 pm (Uncategorized)
Karin explained, on getting to her apartment, that “it is North, but south.”
june
June 24, 2006 at 4:46 am (flix, music)
My mother, the “Easter bunny,” once put a cassette tape of Carousel in my Easter basket. I was way into musicals and hadn’t seen that one. (In fact, I didn’t see it until high school, which probably explains why I seriously dislike it. It is so fucked up. It’s all about how it’s OK for someone to beat you up if he loves you.)
There is a song from Carousel called “June is busting out all over.” I always thought that was a very strange song when I was younger. I didn’t realize it was about the MONTH of June. I thought they were talking about some poor girl named June going through puberty or something.
Turns out there’s a huge argument going on about the spousal abuse thing on IMDB.
I am so not Cookie Monster.
June 20, 2006 at 3:07 pm (novelty)
I was thinking more that composer guy who always throws a tantrum. Whatever. Thanks, Silver Apples.
You Are Cookie Monster |
 Misunderstood as a primal monster, you’re a true hedonist with a huge sweet tooth.You are usually feeling: Hungry. Cookies are preferred, but you’ll eat anything if cookies aren’t around.You are famous for: Your slightly crazy eyes and usual way of speakingHow you life your life: In the moment. “Me want COOKIE!” |
my life o’drama, part umpteen
June 20, 2006 at 3:01 pm (bureaucratic bullshit, dating doldrums, devastating drama, health, work)
Okey dokey. I got REALLY sick over the weekend and was especially sick yesterday. This is not a good thing, in more than one way, because you can’t take sick time for six months at the Free Library. So I was a dead animal yesterday at work. Then I had to deal with the Patron from Hell, who is infamous for his abuse of librarians at the FLP over the past THIRTY years. He told me I had to be subservient to him (subserviant? I don’t know how to spell it; I don’t use it that often).
Yesterday was Karin’s first day, which was cool. I think she’s already a big hit. I showed her some of the secret passageways, and I think she liked that. She is the second person to see my apartment in the state it’s in, which is frightening. OK, third person (sort of), but my cousin doesn’t count, because she’s family. Right, Meg?
My apartment is very scary. It has boxes everywhere and it’s hard to walk around. Someday it will be better.
Then I locked my door handle, which I never do, but I did last night because my friend was telling me about how he just found out that his building had been burglarized about four times in the past six months. I forgot I’d locked the door, and then the UPS guy came, and I wound up being locked out. I eventually wound up in my neighbors’ apartment, and they are very nice and very helpful and a kind and also nice locksmith came to let me in. Unfortunately, it cost $150 in cash. The locksmith told me it can be a lot more than that, depending on the time of day and the type of lock. Now, I have certainly used locksmiths more than once in my past, most notably in New York City, where it was much cheaper than $150 back in the day. Anyway. His sons were with him and they were cute and it sounded like they were talking in Hebrew. Which they were. I was pleased with myself for recognizing it.
I found my Nyquil and my Dayquil and was much better today.
I started “seeing” someone. So I have a pseudo boyfriend. It’s really weird. We’ll see how it goes. I like him and it’s easy being with him.
icecubes
June 16, 2006 at 10:14 am (TV, work)
that’s what my hands have turned into. I swear to God, and I’m not kidding — I think that the music library is about 58 degrees in the summertime. I’m going to have to start wearing winter clothes, even though it will be in the 90s all week next week.
I came home for lunch and I think I’ve just travelled back in time. Days of Our Lives has been rather unnerving over the past six months or so anyway, given the fact that they’ve brought back all the characters AND the actors who played them from the late ’80s. That’s when I used to watch it — back in 1988 when I was thirteen. So all three Romans are on the show in various incarnations, the original Marlena is back (actually, they brought her about circa 1990 or 1991), Jennifer and Jack are back, the original Carrie is back, Jennifer’s boyfriend from high school Frankie is back. AND NOW Steve and Kayla are back. It’s totally fucking weird. They all look exactly the same as they did then, too, except without the big hair. Now they just need to bring back Isabella, Diana, Kim, and Shane. And Eve!
I swear, I’m not ENTIRELY a soap nut. It’s just really creepy to tune into a soap you used to watch sixteen years ago and see all the same actors and characters.
I always thought I looked like
June 13, 2006 at 6:16 pm (me)
Molly Ringwald. Um….not according to this site, thanks to my friend’s lovely wife. Whom I’ve never met but hope to soon! Anyway, it must just be the way I’m posing in this pic because it’s not something that I’ve ever heard or thought.
suicide is painless
June 11, 2006 at 5:15 pm (dating doldrums, flix, health, inadequately endowed, noise, vehicles, why I hate noise, work)
Hot damn. M*A*S*H is one of my very favorite movies ever. Has been for a long time. Donald Sutherland is sexy. And of course, I always thought his son is sexy, too.
Robert Altman just rocks. They play a radio announcement during the movie about how the US had decided marijuana was a dangerous drug. The DVD info at the bottom says that a publication mentioned this year that Robert Altman was, and always will be, a “champion pothead.” I got to see him in person at the dress rehearsal for A Wedding at the Lyric Opera. His son wrote “Suicide is Painless,” which was retained as the theme for the insipid TV show. It says Mike Altman made more in royalties from the movie than his father did.
It’s been an interesting weekend. Sort of. I have felt like crap all weekend. Half of GI got some nasty cold. But I think it was one of those colds that you think is going to be terrible, and gets nipped in the bud once you take zinc. Now I think it’s horrible allergies. So I haven’t gotten much accomplished. I’ve been hanging out, watching movies and TV, and trying to unpack some stuff.
On Pay Per View, I bought The Squid and the Whale, and Brokeback Mountain. I don’t really understand how Jack died. Did he die of the tire blowup or did he really die from a hate crime?
I also watched Jefferson in Paris, which showcases some choice early music. Performed by Les Arts Florissants. Awesome. More period movies need to do the same. The music in The Girl with the Pearl Earring ruined it for me.
And I also saw M. Which didn’t really impress me. I don’t know why it’s such a big deal. My cousin and I were laughing about how it’s one syllable, so you need to make the most of it. EEeeeeeeyyyyyyyyaaaaammmmmmmuh.
The small penises are cruising, and the noise is driving me nuts. I want to go out and throw eggs at them, but I would probably get shot here. I want to get a decibel meter and take pictures of the meter measuring the noise of certain vehicles. That would be fun. Then I would have lots of documentation to give to the police.
I put a profile on Match. After awhile, I decided to get sarcastic and write,
“I really like football a lot. I like to make nachos for my man when he’s watching football. I guess you could just say I’m a girl who likes to laugh a lot. I can’t deal with high-maintenance people. I’m totally unpretentious.”
I got so many responses. Obviously these guys didn’t look at the REST of my profile, including my interests. Groan. It’s extremely amusing to see how about 90% of females online say exactly the same thing and it’s dumb. Men all say the same thing, too.
yos
June 7, 2006 at 2:42 pm (devastating drama, relationships, work)
OK. I’m not doing such a great job of blogging these days. Oh, well. I’m not good for much after work most of the time, but I hope that will change soon.
I’m definitely not traumatized anymore, which is a good thing, not least because a couple of my friends are dealing with some serious heartbreak and I’m glad I’m not in the state I was recently and can “be there” for them more.
There are some wonderful kindred spirits in the library, and I’m having a fun time chatting with them. I actually will have another social outing on Friday, which I’m looking forward to. I’m thinking about joining the Philadelphia Art Museum at the Young Friend rate. I think the Young Friends are like a junior board of sorts. The Lyric Opera and the Art Institute in Chicago have “young professional” groups where I think they essentially intern or “groom” prospective successful people for being on the boards later on in life. In any case, it might be a good way to make some other connections. It’s an expensive membership, though.
I will probably also return to my Swedish interest and join the American Swedish Historical Museum. When in Chicago, my life revolved around Scandinavian and Swedish things, because I was very active at the Swedish American Museum, where I was on the junior board for a couple of years. And Midsommar is coming up on June 21st!
And, of course, I have to renew my membership to MLA since I’m actually going to be a music librarian. When I get out of the GI Tract, that is.
Basically, what I do right now at work is shadow folks working at the main front desk, the “computer lab” corridor, and on the reference phones. The rest of the time I’m supposed to be in the “office.” That means I’m supposed to familiarize myself with lots of printed material about SOPs, etc. So I wander around a lot and try to get to know the libraries better. I went up to the Rare Book Room, where the head showed me around. Turns out we have Grip the Raven. He was Charles Dickens’s pet raven.
The rare books guy thought I didn’t know anything about rare books and was pleasantly surprised. 
A year ago this week, I left for Rare Book School. It’s been on my mind a lot, since it is clearly the anniversary of my experience there, but also because I had my heart torn beating from my chest after that experience by a very mean and very messed-up boy. I will love him until the day I die — I didn’t choose him, that is just the way it happened. And it’s queer, but I know he loves me, too. He’s just not strong enough for it. Which means I’m destined for better things. But he’s going to have some potent memories of me. Next week, a year to the week after I was there, my mentor from GSLIS will be there, along with my “big sister” from college who is why I met my mentor and went to GSLIS in the first place, and my friend Chris will be there, and so will another fellow from GSLIS with whom I’m acquainted. So if Mr. I. tried to forget me, he’s going to be strongly reminded next week. All four of them will be there at the same time, too. (However, I seriously doubt Mr. I. will ever forget me. I think he’d have to die first. I know that sounds melodramatic, but I felt like a pawn to the gods at the time–it was cosmic love at its finest and worst.)
