a post which morphs into teutonicness

I Love the ’70s is on right now, which makes me VERY HAPPY. I LOVE VH1 shows like that! They rock and they are unfortunately NOT AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE. Sigh.

Candide has been a strangely recurring theme over the past couple of days. It really is the most infuriating opera, because who the fuck sets a philosophical novel to music? And by Voltaire, at that? But the music is awesome and there were some very cool people involved with the writing of that thing. Richard Wilbur, the principal librettist, was the winner of Pulitzer prizes and also taught at my alma mater for a long time. We were subjected to singing lots of his beautiful poetry set to bad music in choir. Anyway, back to Candide. So after I’d been talking to one of my bosses yesterday about the pros and cons of Voltaire and the various cool parts of the opera, the same boss told me today that I’d missed my opportunity to sing Glitter and Be Gay on the phone to a patron. I don’t think anyone should ever be subjected to that: I’m not a soprano and I am certainly not a coloratura. But the aria has its own Wikipedia entry!.

In any case, one of the most fabulous arias in Candide is the Old Lady’s tango. The music is simply wonderful. I was jealous of the woman who got to sing the part in U of I’s production a couple of years ago. The aria is backed up by male chorus and these guys were dressed in barrels and the choreography was so fun.

Today a patron came in and I discovered her name was Gretchen, and told her I liked that name owing to Faustian fame. She was impressed that I knew the literary connection, and she said she’d lived in Germany for about six years, and that someone had bought her tights with the Gretchenfrage printed all over them. The Frage (questions, auf Deutsch) are the questions Gretchen asks Faust pointedly about his religious beliefs. Since I haven’t illustrated in a bit, I did a Gretchen search and came up with something along the lines of “Gretchen am Spinnrade!”:

I checked Wikipedia to see if Gretchenfrage had its own entry, but only in German.

THEN I decided to see if the Tristan chord had finally achieved its own Wikipedia entry, and it has!. But those fair readers who find such entries boring might perhaps be interested to know that in the opera Tristan und Isolde, the Tristan chord doesn’t resolve until the very last sequence, when they are both dead. This had never happened in opera before. Basically, the operas were strung together by arias, which were basically like five-minute songs, resolving to the tonic each time. The music, incidentally, was also so erotic for the audiences of the 1860s in Europe that supposedly the women in the audience were overwhelmed and fainted. This is something my prof said in college: I need to substantiate it.

I. absolutely. adore. Tristan und Isolde. It is sublime.

So tonight I went to my new mailbox place only to discover that the fucking USPS still hasn’t delivered my mail from about fourteen days ago. But my mother sent me a very heavy package. I’m guessing it was about 30 pounds. I had to carry the damn thing all the way home, because hello! I don’t have a car! A terribly nice man came up behind me and offered to help. Turns out he was coming from my gym so we talked about that for awhile. When I got home I discovered why the box was so heavy. My mother put all these coffeetable books in there, as well as a *cast-iron Santa Claus mold.* I need an iron mold like I need a hole in the head, but oh well.

Then I checked my email, and I’m on Match again (winter boredom finally kicked in). I had a situation earlier this week where a guy emailed me and I didn’t respond and he got mad and said he deserved some kind of response. In the past, I have found that if I open the door at all by just trying to be nice and saying “thanks but no thanks,” I wind up getting stalked. But I responded to the guy and simply said I have absolutely zero interest in meeting anyone who describes himself as politically conservative. There should be a hint in the beginning of my profile, where the first few words I even write say “I am looking for a man who is politically liberal.” Duh.

Anyway, another guy emailed me yesterday. He didn’t have a photo and I say in my profile that profiles with no photos get no answers from me. When he contacted me, he said he would send a picture if I responded. I looked at his profile and saw that he also identified himself as politically conservative. I responded and thanked him for his effort but that I have no interest in meeting any conservatives because politics are really important to me. And I wished him luck with his search. I didn’t put any qualifiers whatsoever on why I don’t like conservatism, etc. It was pretty simple and I was trying to be polite.

In response, I received the most unbelivable diatribe. He went on about how shocked he was that a Smith grad was so unintelligent and that I don’t know anything and that I attacked him and insulted him, etc., etc., etc. As soon as I got it, I called my dad and read it to him. My dad, of course, was shocked at what an unbelievable asshole this guy was. When I wasn’t assuming anything about him except that he was conservative (which he specifically stated in his profile), he assumed a great deal about me, that I was “well-schooled but not well-educated,” and that I have a “shallowness of intellect and emotional intelligence” because I was “labelling him” for his “interests.” Ummm…..

But given the current state of politics in this country, if you actually call yourself “conservative” it says a great deal about you. Don’t worry: I didn’t satisfy this guy with an esoteric conversation about Greek political philosophy, etc. (which he seemed to want to engage me in even though he ended by telling me I was certainly not intelligent). Ten years ago, I would have been turned off by any guy who called himself conservative but now I don’t even want to meet people who classify themselves that way. Sigh.

YAY! “Time for Burt Reynolds’s mustache” was just on! I didn’t know if that was something that was only in one episode of I Love the ’70s, but apparently they have made room for it in more than one! Now they’re talking about the “Theme from Ice Castles.”

a Pound take on one of my fave Middle English lyrics….

Ancient Music
by Ezra Pound

Sing goddamn, damn. Sing goddamn!
Sing goddamn, damn. Sing goddamn!

Winter is i-cumin in,
Lhude sing goddamn!
Raineth drop and staineth slop
And how the wind doth ram
Sing goddamn!

Skiddth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing goddamn.
Goddamn, goddamn, tis why I am goddamn,
So gainst the winter’s balm.

Sing goddamn, sing goddamn, DAMN!

I miss Swedish things.

I just have to point out for the record that my friend MG’s blog is the cutest, most refreshing blog ever. And it’s SMART which is not something I can say for blogs of other babies that are really written by their parents. Check it out..

Today I had a very sweet toothless woman ask for my help. She was carrying two large grapefruits in both her hands. She asked where she could apply for a card and I directed her across the hallway. Then she asked if she could look at music anyway, even if she didn’t have a card yet. I told her absolutely, as long as she didn’t try to eat her grapefruit. She said, “Oh, I don’t like grapefruit at all: I am just carrying these around for my boyfriend.” And if her boyfriend didn’t just appear shortly after that. I asked, “Are you the guy who likes grapefruit?” and he grinned from ear to ear and said yes. It was very strange. She was carrying them around rather suggestively in front of her I have to say. Then she would realize this and try to carry them both in one hand, but they were just too big.

One of my male coworkers likes to point out on a regular basis that I wear promiscuous tops to work. Recently, another coworker pointed out that she discovered that yet another friend of ours never dresses up at work but looks HOT when she goes out. I explained that this other friend of ours is one of the most engaging, friendly people on the planet and if she wore anything too feminine or suggestive, well…she’d have a bit of a problem on her hands. I have never gotten asked out at work. There are a couple of people who have shown interest which suggested to me that they were really crazy, because I am not an approachable and friendly person. I wear very low-cut tops and certainly have no problem filling things out, so to speak, but I am a *bitch* to any patrons who come close to suggesting any kind of interest in me. One guy who showed interest was cute but a complete moron. He wanted to teach himself the modes by singing them to himself. Ahem. But he couldn’t read music. Ummmmm. Well, he did want to try to teach them to himself with a friend’s piano. But he can’t play the piano. And he can’t read music. So, WHY would someone want to learn the modes if he can’t read music in the first place? Then he came in again a few days later and my boss helped him. My boss asked me later if I’d noticed the smell on the guy and said that the guy kept farting whenever my boss was helping him. Weird.

OK, well, I did kind of try to be friendly to a very sexy Swedish guy who was wearing a Swedish bike jersey. He was yummy. But obviously just passing through the city.

I miss the Swedes in Chicago and I can’t wait to get a car this spring so that I can start getting involved with the Swedish museum here. I went back to Chicago and visited everyone again in one place in June of ‘05. That was when I was registered for the ALA conference and decided to completely ditch it because I’d had not one, but two classes during Summer I and then went straight to Rare Book School, which is beyond intense. I decided that if I had to go to a conference full of frizzle-headed, slow-moving librarian folk in drab brown aprons I was going to kill someone. Anyway, I took a bunch of pictures at SAMAC’s Midsommar party and then lost my camera later that summer. It turned out my friend had accidentally packed it and took it all the way with her to Minnesota, and she returned it to me this last summer, but not without taking it to Turkey with her and putting a bunch of pics of Turkish people on it. Anyway. That was random babbling. I suppose the blog earns its name well.

Here’s a pic of me with my fave full-blooded Swede:


And a pic at the Rhapsody in BLUE BALL:

Actually, the Blue Ball was hilarious. My friend who happens to be the second from the left was talking to her mother, one of the organizers, about it. She said, “Mother, you know what a blue ball is, don’t you?” And her mother said, “noooooo.” Which she didn’t of course. And then she was very shocked to learn but it was too late to change the name of the ball. I love balls. Maybe I should go to the library one this year. Except I will never be able to do that because I know how filthy that place is….

My same friend is the one who coined the Swedish “Meet” Ball which we used to have every February. It was great fun. We had our own version of speed dating called “Swede”-dating and I spent so much time on the PR for that. We had a huge turnout, since we advertised in Metromix and the Tribune and the Chicago Reader picked it up, too. We felt like rock stars.

candy and the great race

For those of you who haven’t seen The Great Race, you really should. I subjected my friend to it today and I think she enjoyed it. She said it was like a live-action cartoon. Which is true, because it’s a Blake Edwards movie. (Hint: Pink Panther.) I grew up with it and I still adore it. The pie fight scene involved close to 3000 pies and Blake Edwards kept refilming it so that Tony Curtis’s character wouldn’t get his white suit messed up until the very end. It is the hugest pie fight ever staged.
I also made her watch what is probably in my top five favorite movies of all time, The Awful Truth. It’s usually classified as a screwball comedy (one of like, eight or something like that), but I find it pretty different from any other movie I’ve seen. People adore Bringing Up Baby, but I’ve always been way partial to The Awful Truth.

Since I am now on the topic of ’30s films, I should mention that a patron called the other day (and I think it was a rather hoity-toity one we have to help a lot who is very self-important…and very demanding) and she asked if I could answer a question about a Marx Brothers song. She started to go into great detail and said it was called “Lydia the Tattooed Lady” and that she knew it would be very hard to do, but if I could find out which movie it came from? Then she started to explain who the Marx Brothers were. I finally interrupted her and told her the song is from At the Circus and she acted quite shocked and asked if I’d known that off the top of my head. Um, yeah. Duh. But of course, doesn’t everybody know Lydia the Tattooed Lady and doesn’t everybody know Marx Brothers films. Apparently not in my generation.

If you want to hear the beginning of Lydia, here is a .wav! And for shits and giggles, here is These Are the Laws of my Administration from Duck Soup.

Looking for Marx Brothers media on the Web is fun! Here has been a constant theme for me over the past five years from Duck Soup (and I’ve seen a lot of it mentioned in the media, too, making fun of Bush’s war): To war, to war, to war we’re going to go; oh heidi-heidi-heidi-heidi-heidi-heidi ho”.
While at my friend’s I was given lots and lots of candy that was left over from a wedding last fall. I guess the couple had a candy bar and it was full of lots of candy. Now I feel sick.

ho hum

Let’s see. This has been a rather heartwrenching week for me personally, the details of which I really can’t get into here because it’s too personal even for this blog’s content.

Somehow I’ve managed to survive without crying too much at work, and blessedly, without anyone really seeing me. Well, ok, a couple of people who I talked to saw me tear up quite a bit.

I don’t know what the deal is but my blog has been spammed so much for the past couple of months. WTF is up with that? It’s infuriating.

I just got another book to proofread. This one is about health care or something. So I will be working on that. I also have the tap-dance classes and I’m about to get started on a book club, so I will have some things to occupy me and take my mind off my personal pain. I’m pretty good at boucing back: I don’t think I’m overall a very melancholy person.

There were several extremely amusing and/or frustrating situations in the library this week. It started on Sunday. I had to work Saturday and Sunday both and I had a raging fever so I didn’t really feel like I had good judgment about things because I was delirious. Anyway, I have had problems over the past eight months with a guy I will call Mr. H. He is homeless and he comes into the library every day. Every day, I have to ask him to turn down his headphones because I can hear his music all the way across the room at the reference desk. He behaves pretty horribly to me and has a major attitude but I have let it go because he does always turn it down when I ask him to. But on Sunday, when he was standing waiting for a recording, another patron came in to use a computer with a popsicle stick hanging out of his mouth. I went up to this second guy and told him he needed to throw it away because he wasn’t allowed to have food in the library. The second guy angrily pulled the popsicle stick out of his mouth to reveal no food on it. I was like, “OK, um, my bad, but it looks like a freaking popsicle.” I went back to the reference computer and then the popsicle stick guy started bitching about me to Mr. H. who was only delighted to partake in complaining about how horrible I am. I finally asked them to settle down or I was going to have to have a guard speak to them.

So then Mr. H. went to listen to his music and after awhile it got really loud and I had to ask him to turn it down, at which point he started involving yet another patron in his drama with me. I was so fed up, especially after the low-grade hostility toward me over the last eight months, that I had a guard talk to him. It culminated in his being talked to on Wednesday by the head of the library so he has been duly warned.

Anyway. On Monday, I came in for about an hour and finally went home. During that hour, I heard static-y heavy metal music coming from behind some bookshelves, in a corner. I went to investigate the noise and was overwhelmed by the stench. Sure enough, there was a homeless guy, camped out with some completely bizarre contraption of a homemade radio or something. It had wires all over it and was probably about three feet high. It was pretty hilarious actually. Anyway, I just groaned and went out to get a guard. The guard came back with me and the homeless guy said, “Oh, can you hear this out there?” Um. So I left and then the guard came out and told me he had the guy turn it down. I was like, “Um, no. He need to leave because he is violating THREE of the codes of decency.” So I went back with the guard and the homeless guy got really mad at me and kept talking about how I don’t know nuffin’ about liberries and I am not going to make it in the liberry profession for long and I am a serious problem and he has to pay for it, yadda yadda.

Sigh. My friend told me this experience today:

So our Bible Study section is being rearranged by a crazy man wearing socks with sandals. He is looking at the Bible Study books and then stacking them on the shelves (one on top of the other). He is standing in the corner wildly reading a book right now.

Working in a place like that for many years can make people do weird things. The other day in the break room, one librarian (a friend of mine) was sitting at a small table. The small tables in that part of the breakroom are almost like one-person tables and because of the space, they are lined up kind of like classroom desks. So people sit at them at lunch and read and don’t talk to each other. Anyway, my friend was sitting with his back to the wall. Another librarian was about two “desks” in front of him, eating and also reading. But as I walked into the break room, I realized they were conversing because my friend was yelling at the back of the other librarian’s head, and she was calling back to him without turning her head. They weren’t fighting or anything, but they had to yell because it’s so damned loud in there with the vending machines running, they wouldn’t have heard each other otherwise. I thought he was saying something to me and then realized he was talking to the librarian sitting with her back to him. I laughed about it and went to the vending machine, and as I came back, the other librarian said, “Well, we aren’t talking anymore. We realized how silly it was to talk like that.”
Finally, this morning I was passing through another librarian friend’s department and stopped to say hello. Suddenly we were interrupted by a blasting HONK! from across the room. It was another librarian blowing her nose. But it SOUNDED like a Terry Gilliam animation from Monty Python with the farting sound effects. Overexaggerated. As we talked this continued. He just rolled his eyes at me and said, “I have been having to listen to this ALL DAY. You have no idea.” Suddenly this appalling noise came out of her (this is a big room mind you and she was completely on the other end of it), and my friend just burst out laughing.

Anyway. This place is crazy.

hell hath frozen over

milton effin’ rocks

I just saw Dodgeball last night and he’s in that, too!

Stephen Root is brilliant.

junior high and ostracization

Let’s see: an update of my life:

This weekend marked the end of a nine-day marathon stretch of work at the library. I do not want to be a librarian anymore but this is not owing to the nine-day marathon. It’s something I have thought about for quite awhile.

I plan to move to an outer neighborhood and get a car. My lease is up in June so I will probably need to get a car around Mayish. The neighborhood I want to move to is the one Grace Kelly grew up in, and here is a Wikipedia entry!. My friend tells me this is not a diverse neighborhood. Which is sad but as many of you know, the most important things in the world in quiet, regardless of diversity. Besides, I know plenty of places to find diversity when I need it most!

So I am excited about these new prospects.

Last night I went to a wonderful concert at the World Cafe, which featured the band Animus and belly dancers. I liked it a lot: the lead player played oud and doumbek, two instruments that were significantly featured on a regular basis in the Balkan ensemble at the University of Illinois (big surprise there!). I had lovely company, too.

OK: now for some of the raw, exposed, personal feelings for which some of you just love to read my blog:

Other friends of mine attended a party that I wasn’t exactly invited to. I won’t get into the details, but I would like to say, for those of you in library school, that your shock and surprise at being zapped back into junior high school in library school is not going to end there. The junior high mentality lives long and prosperous in library jobs, too! To some degree, there is always a dash of junior high mentality in life in general but I have never experienced it like I have with librarians.

I haven’t mentioned this on my blog before, but my last semester of library school was an interesting one. I found that I had been ostracized to some degree. Unlike junior high, everyone didn’t decide they hated me. But there was one person who was a ringleader of sorts and even though perhaps she didn’t hate me, she certainly decided she didn’t want me around and so I didn’t get invited to most of the big events as a result. Since it’s been a year I feel like I can say something about it now. I think there’s a little more to it than that — more than anything, I think I was a waste byproduct to the woman’s need for attention from someone in particular and it wasn’t really about me. But that’s not worth getting into.

As time went by, though, people started to notice that I wasn’t included and asked if I’d had a falling-out with this woman. In fact, I didn’t think I had. Nothing in particular had happened except that she just seemed to have some issue about me with no precipitous event having occurred. (She and I had been friends before this and had co-hosted parties.) But I also slowly started to realize that there were other people she just flat-out ignored and had no use for and that she wasn’t nearly as well-liked as she liked to think she was or her close friends liked to think she was.

I think that in many cases, librarians weren’t always the most popular kids in school and so when they go to a place like library school, they find themselves surrounded by like types. (Or when they eventually work in a library–the same rule works.) And so all of the cliqueyness and junior high mentality comes flooding back and they can feel a joy of belonging and of being exclusive. I’ve never been a group person and certainly not a clique person. But organically, I am generally well-liked by people and so the ostracization (is that even a word) that I have experienced twice now in the past year is not necessarily an indicator of my personality. I never experienced anything like this in the workforce before or in office jobs or even in high school or college.

The amazing thing about it, though, is how much less I care the older I get. I am more sensitive than a lot of people I know, so I immediately wonder what I did wrong or what I said wrong (queen of inserting foot in mouth). But after I think upon it for awhile, I find that nothing was necessarily said or done: it just is. And it’s the librarian environment to some degree. The best thing I can do (and I’m finding lots who already have figured this out) is just to steer clear of library cliques and find the amazing people who do their own thing and who are fantastic librarians who don’t exist in cliques. And surprisingly (or not so surprisingly), many of these amazing people have their own tales of being ostracized, too!

Truly being yourself or being different doesn’t always win you inclusion in cliques. But I highly recommend looking outside the box and if you are in an exclusive group, trying to get to know some of the folks who aren’t included. They may not be as scary as you think. There were some super-cool people in the library-school clique last year who I never got to know at all and that makes me sad. Similarly, there are super-cool people in cliques now who I may never get to know because they’re always attending functions I will never be invited to.

I hate football

tonight I feel like I live in a dorm all over again.

when it gets loud around where I live (unless the crazies are hanging out under my window), all I have to do is check out Philly.com and find out about sports or events like Unity Day (that just involves incessant honking and yelling for about three hours straight):

fucking Eagles.

mix tape

For therapeutic reasons, I am making a series of mix “tapes” for one of my friends.

One is for her unborn baby.  Supposedly it makes babies smarter or something to listen to “classical” music.  I don’t know if the “classical” music I’m putting on this is smart or not, but it will at least be enjoyable to Sarah.

Another is a CD of songs that got a lot of radio play for whatever reason when we were really little and then when we were a bit older.  Weird stuff like John Lennon’s “Woman” and Juice Newton’s “Angel of the Morning” (actually, I brought up that song on the phone and she said she loved it when we were little–it was popular in 1981, so that kind of prompted the whole thing) and Chuck Mangione’s “Feels So Good” which was popular around 1978 and I remember it getting LOTS of air play.

For some reason, the radio station my mother must have had on in the car a lot when I was growing up played The Raspberries’ “Go All the Way” a LOT.  It came out before I was born, but it got played a lot for a long time.  Same with “Killing me Softly.”  Ooh.  I should put that on there, too.

In any case, throughout my adult life, all of these songs, whenever I’ve heard them played (which is rare unless someone decides to do a cover of one of them and makes it popular again) have made me perk up and pay attention.  Probably because they got so much goddamn air time back then that it reminds me of when I was three, four, whatever.  Weird.  Even if you try to ignore pop music it happens anyway.  :)

I was watching one of the installments of I Love the ’80s and was really transported back in time when they talked about “Sailing” by Chris Cross.  That’s not one that gets played now or that kids who were born in the ’80s or ’90s buy on their ’80s mixes!  Which of course also reminded me of the theme from Arthur which got played within an inch of its life….

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