Monthly Archives: September 2005

I can’t sleep anymore.

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When I close my eyes, various types of abstract organization and concepts spin counterclockwise. I’m not kidding. I realized it’s a problem when last night’s dream was a more normal dream, about a hurricane that had stopped right over my house (all dreams take place on the farm). It was dark and forboding, but absolutely frozen in time. It was a Midwest hurricane of organization.

And this “normal” dream came after watching the awful awful movie Party Monster. I woke up with a sore throat and an aching nose. Did I do massive amounts of drugs in my sleep?

This is what it takes to get my paper done.

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501 journal tools

The reading responses for my intro class are so dry, writing appropriate drivel involves a glass of wine and fuzzy sock*. Tactile and drunk, that’s how I’ll write it. Yes. Good.

*Abbie gave me these socks. They are as soft as they look, AND they were on sale. That’s why she’s neat.

Everything looks like scritchy

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My YA book club is going to take on graphic novels for an upcoming meeting. This + a trip to Chicago = going to Quimby’s. I didn’t find any actual graphic novels to purchase, but I did get my fill of bag o’ mag and Fillerbunny.

And Lenore, the Little Dead Girl
Lenore

For the past few days, I’ve been walking around Champaign and thinking everyone looks like they’re in a comic. I don’t know if it’s the inundation of graphicality, or just residual three-day hangover, but it’s kind of neat.

So, does anyone have a graphic novel to suggest? Hm? You know me. What do I like?

Psyche Oragami

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Jason and I celebrated his birthday with a trip to Cowboy Monkey (we’re in Champaign, yo) to see Psyche Origami spin and spit.

Gross. That sounded gross. Let me try again, and this time I’ll keep my enthusiastic hip hop euphemisms to a minimum.

Psyche Origami filled this hole in my heart left because Abdominal hasn’t put out anything new. The lyrics were clever and themed (more or less, anyway more would have been tiring) to the idea that these three guys worked in a gas station. The DJs were great – clean work and good samples. It was a great live show – a testament to how tight they worked together – despite having like 6 people there.

psyche origami logo

I like the logo they’re using, so I bought a teeshirt from the MC before the show. I later saw him taking pictures with a digi camera, and asked if he wanted me to take some photos of all of them during the show. Bold move, but as I’ll explain soon, I was a little drunk.

So I took some photos, and kept hitting the disc limit. I went through to take out some of the crappier ones, and found myself looking at what seemed to be one of the DJs at a girl’s piano recital. Awww. I mean, sorry! I checked their site today, but it looks like they take their sweet time putting up pics. Ah well. I still am a little bit in love with them.

This crew (from Atlanta) played two hours late and I didn’t even care. I didn’t even care that before them I had to sit through a couple of local kids called The Former Fat Boys who used an iPod to play shitty tracks for this cocky white kid to rap badly to, whilst this other Tom Stoner lookalike nodded a lot and stood near the iPod. It was so bad I got drunk.

How bad was it? They played the piano track from Ben Folds Five’s Brick and rapped the lyrics to Ice Ice Baby. Man, I love the idea of a live mashup, but this was FUCKING TERRIBLE. He even prefaced it with “This song is about abortion.”

So anyway, to recap, Psyche Origami is playing in Chicago and Madison and Minneapolis and Bend soon, so all my peeps should go to the show. You’ll have to manually shut your gaping jaws. You also have the benefit of NOT having The Former Fat Boys at your respective shows.

I know where I’m going on vacation next.

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Giant pink bunny

The article I read said that it’s going to be around til 2025, so this is now on my list of places to go, like Machu Pichu, Stonehenge, Iceland, and Carhenge.

It’s 200 feet long and resting on a mountaintop in northern Italy, and although I don’t believe them, knitted by dozens of grannies out of pink wool.

“The bunny is not just for walking around – they are expecting hikers to climb its 20 foot sides and relax on its belly.”

Uhhhhnnnnnn.

Mmmm, Google Scholar

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You know what I love? Technology. Technology makes being a librarian and learning about hot librarianism that much easier. Google Scholar is my new favorite toy.

I have a concern about the reference courses here. I have this amazing, funny, insightful, clever, giant-brained professor who is also currently working as a head ref librarian. We get these amazing source lists every week, with both print and online references.

The other class has a professor who, from what I’ve heard from frustrated students, provides mostly print sources, which is fine and dandy – I’m the last person to shun a book – but in the real reference world, that’s really not the way you’re going to find the answer when you’re working in a public library and someone asks you for the text of a poem they think has the words ‘brothers in spirit’ in it. That’s what The Columbia Grangers World of Poetry Online is for.

In the words of Crazy Aunt Purl, “I’m just saying, is all.”

Cat wiz*

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I know you’ve always wanted to catalog all your books. I know it. I could tell you were thinking about it.

http://www.librarything.com/ is a hot, hot, hot site that is kind of like del.icio.us in that you can input titles and it will fill in information like ISBN and publisher.

I haven’t began using it yet, so I’ll post about this again. Like, tomorrow.

*Cat wiz is the name my mom uses, as she is a ‘cat’alonging ‘wiz’ard

Happy Birthday Jason Wadsworth!

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Our Student ALA organization is having a design contest for this year’s shirt. I think I have it in me to make the best teeshirt design ever, but I could use a little help on the ideas front. Hmm? HM?!

grrrr
You may have sinus fluid dripping into your mouth,
and holes in your jaw, but I love you.

Wadsbone