No king, no king, la lala la la la

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I’ve just gmailed off my last paper. It was a proposal (pretending that I was a REAL librarian working in a REAL public library) to bring in the High Strung to my (REAL) library to play a show for the library. Dewitt, Iowa is ready to rock.

I based this individual project on my group project: Kids Think the Library Is Lame. Make Them Stop.

It was much more fun than my ‘library boot camp’ project. Not that my group didn’t rock, but it was a bunk project.

Oh, you want more? OK, well there’s the body image/adbusting site I worked on for another class. Myah. (It has a bit of a Fug Yourself feel, it’s actually quite satisfying to leer at.

The point is, I’m done. I have a whole semester under my belt. I will not die penniless.

Festivus is for the rest of GSLIS

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Congratulations to Stephanie! She’s a mom!

I don’t have any new-baby photos, but I do have the recently (like still dripping wet) photos I finally developed of her in October. Click on the photo for a few more. You’ll eventually be able to see the creme de la creme in the gallery, but I have to finish the semester first.

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Last night was the long awaited Festivus/Glogg party. It was really quite nice. Enough people to have lots of coversations to choose from,
but not so many that the place got wrecked. And Angie brought a sippy cup, so there were no spills.

Check out the Flickr set, complete with Festivus pole, grievances, and feats of strength. (You can see the results of the sit-and-reach in one of the photos.)

This picture is horribly outdated!

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Congratulations to Stephanie! She’s a mom!

I don’t have any new-baby photos, but I do have the recently (like still dripping wet) photos I finally developed of her in October. Click on the photo for a few more. You’ll eventually be able to see the creme de la creme in the gallery, but I have to finish the semester first.

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book geeks :: geek books

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These are the 20 top geeky books written in English since 1939, according to the Guardian.

1. The HitchHiker’s Guide to the Galaxy — Douglas Adams 85% (102)
2. Nineteen Eighty-Four — George Orwell 79% (92)
3. Brave New World — Aldous Huxley 69% (77)
4. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? — Philip Dick 64% (67)
5. Neuromancer — William Gibson 59% (66)
6. Dune — Frank Herbert 53% (54)
7. I, Robot — Isaac Asimov 52% (54)
8. Foundation — Isaac Asimov 47% (47)
9. The Colour of Magic — Terry Pratchett 46% (46)
10. Microserfs — Douglas Coupland 43% (44)
11. Snow Crash — Neal Stephenson 37% (37)
12. Watchmen — Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons 38% (37)
13. Cryptonomicon — Neal Stephenson 36% (36)
14. Consider Phlebas — Iain M Banks 34% (35)
15. Stranger in a Strange Land — Robert Heinlein 33% (33)
16. The Man in the High Castle — Philip K Dick 34% (32)
17. American Gods — Neil Gaiman 31% (29)
18. The Diamond Age — Neal Stephenson 27% (27)
19. The Illuminatus! Trilogy — Robert Shea & Robert Anton Wilson 23% (21)
20. Trouble with Lichen – John Wyndham 21% (19)

I’ve read six, but I think the other 14 are owned by Jason. I might make it my winter-break goal to read more of them.

One week without interslice

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I’m home from a week in Buffalo, NY. I met 30 of Jason’s relatives. More to come on that later ( you can’t spend a week with adorable kids and not take pictures).

For now, I wanted to show you what I found while not really working on my LIS501 project due Tuesday: on Amazon.com, books that have been scanned now all have concordances. Here is my favorite book:

I saw Harry Potter and it’s 3:20 and I’m tired.

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The majority of these movie-goers were children when they first read Harry Potter. Now they’re watching this movie drunk, in their pubcrawl teeshirts.

The movie was scary, dark (right, right, we knew that), a little sexy, and I’m not convinced that it was good. I’ll have to sleep on it (for a few hours, before waking up to go to class).

Welcome to the Greens, Tavin.

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There’s a new babe in the family! Cous’ Shannon had her very first child on Saturday.

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Now I have to start thinking of cute nicknames for Tavin. Hmmm. Uncle Tom’s Tavin. Ew, no. I’ve been watching too much Family Guy. Nivat. Tavvy. Vin. Yes! In my head, secretly, I’ll refer to him as Vin.

Woot! to Shannon for giving birth succesfully, something that is a feat unto itself.

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You know who’s great? Jason.

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You may think, “I already knew she felt that way”, but I had forgotten just how having a good, solid person on your team can be great.

Like, when you got the time wrong for the opening of the movie theater, and need them to go pick up HP tickets …

Or being late for class, and them driving you so you don’t miss your group (effing) project meeting.

Or when they go back to the movie theater A SECOND TIME to get the rest of the tickets that you had promised people you’d get them.

THAT, that is what makes you feel loved. Loved, and a bit guilty.

Huppy Day Thing, Jason!

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Jason and I have been dating for two years now. We celebrated by going to IHOP, just like our first date.

Tonight we watched Scrooged, because that’s a way better tradition than eating gross pumpkin pancakes.

Happy [Dating] Anniversary. You’re neat and I like you!
Jason, in Ireland