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| Thursday, July 3rd, 2008 |
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Grandma Lil left a little something to each of the grandchildren. Not a huge amount but when you've got so little it goes a long way. About half of it went to catching up on back bills, a quarter to technology that would increase my income: a laptop computer with Wifi so I can work while on the road, a cell phone with internet, barcode scanner and service so I can look up the values of books and such while I'm buying, a GPS to save time and gas looking for places I'm going. The three must have increased my monthly income by $600.00 which was good because gas up to $3.00 a gallon really cut into my profit. Now gas is $4.25 and all those increases are just enough to produce the same income I had before them when gas was $2.50 --- if it wasn't for Grandma's thoughtfulness I'd be bust. I wish I could tell her how much its helped. |
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I can't have a dollar table at the flea market anymore. Its just not worth it. A $3.00 table gets just as much attention, sells just as many items and brings in enough to matter. An item that isn't likely to sell for $3.00 isn't worth the space it takes up in the van. I'm better off dumping it by the boxful at an auction. This Saturday is the first day of a new market. I just got the van back from the mechanic. $1400.00 in transmission work. Over 2 weeks income. Geesh! A great Saturday will take a chunk out of that. |
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Did anyone else see today's Carolyn Hax column? She received the following letter. I cut and pasted it below and the direct link is here. Any thoughts/reactions? I was married for five years to a man with bipolar disease, and my son is now married to a woman with chronic depression. To the woman who frankly admitted that she was not willing to marry her mentally ill suitor, I say: Congratulations on your self-knowledge and your honesty! And I ask anyone who castigates her for being shallow or whatever: How much time have YOU spent in an intimate relationship with someone who is mentally ill? My bipolar husband was brilliant and charismatic and many women were attracted to him, but he was so very high-maintenance that few of them, before or after me, managed to stay with him so long. I stayed not because I was some goody-goody altruist/social worker/caregiver, but because we had a passionate attachment to each other and because I learned as much from him as he learned from me. I feel that I made a major contribution to his well-being -- and I also feel that I did my share of the work of keeping him going. I feel no shame at reaching the limit of my strength with him, and he, too, was ready to move on. We parted by mutual consent, and remained friends until his death. My daughter-in-law is far less severely ill, and my son, from his exposure to my second husband, whom he adored, had some idea what he was in for when he married her. They hit some very rocky passages all the same, and he needs to remind himself -- and her -- when an unusually bad spell of depression makes her unable to receive or give love for a while, that the problem is the illness, not their relationship. This rare degree of insight usually comes from training or experience of some kind. I would NEVER recommend anyone undertake such a marriage unless he or she is emotionally fairly stable; unusually self-aware and flexible; able to distinguish, when faced with reproaches and/or withdrawal, between what is personal and what is the illness speaking; and above all, able to care for someone who is ill without any diminution of respect. Simply, love alone is not enough. This kind of work is not for everyone, and the self-knowledge to realize that one is not truly equipped to handle the challenges is not a moral failing. |
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i'm really tempted to delete my friendster account. i never ever ever use it for anything and i get annoyed everytime i get an email telling me i have a message from "candi" or "kayla". but i'm sort of sad to lose the testimonials that are a nice little glimpse at my life during a certain time soon after i moved out here. and there's also, somewhere in there, my very first and ever-so-slightly-hostile communications with lithboy and i'd feel sad to lose those too. maybe i should just save all the stuff i care about a little bit in a document or an email. cause really i clearly don't care enough to actually ever go there and look at it. |
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| Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008 |
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Bella's helping me go through all my conference freebie books. I took so many less than normal this year! Still so many. There's another little pile hidden in this photo. --dearanxiety |
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Background: My husband was severely depressed and had suicidal thoughts all day Monday. When I came home that day, he said he had taken 7 Ambien pills. I talked to him a long time about being honest with me and telling me when he was feeling that way and if he had any plans to attempt suicide, etc. A little while later he decided to go to bed. I heard some pills rattling around in the bathroom, and although he normally takes Seroquel at night, I thought I'd better go investigate. I asked him what he was doing and he said "I'm taking my medicine". Then he stooped down to drink some water from the faucet and at least 10 Ambien pills fell out of his mouth. Probably 10 more stayed in his mouth and he swallowed them before I could do anything. So he was basically trying to swallow about 20 more Ambien pills. At that point I decided something was very wrong and called poison control, who told me to just take him to the ER immediately, so I did. From there, they decided to admit him to the psychiatric hospital. The main subject of this post: When I talked to my husband yesterday, he said the pdoc who was seeing him told him some unusual things about his meds, things that contradicted what his usual doctor says. 1. He wanted to take him off his Adderall because that could be screwing things up and it's only for hyperactivity. My husband told him that it really helps him focus at work and tried to explain that he has inattentive type AD/HD (according to the very new classifications of ADHD), but the doc just said "Don't worry, you'll grow out of it." WTF?!?! 2. He wanted to take him off Seroquel because he was saying that it's only an antipsychotic and not a mood stabilizer. But recent research has found that it has been effective for both, according to his usual doctors and therapist, and this site. 3. He lowered his antidepressant dosage (Zoloft).........ok then. 4. He wanted to put him back on lithium, which made him more depressed when he was on it the first time. So it kind of sounds like this guy is not up to par with the recent research or something. I'm no doctor, but it's just bizarre that he's doing very different things than what his normal pdoc is doing. He sounds kind of old fashioned or something. And it's weird that his normal pdoc isn't seeing him, because he practices at that hospital. Anyway, thoughts about this?? And one more thing (sorry for the long post): This doctor also suggested ECT. I was actually hoping they would talk about that because it's sounding like maybe they are going to have to take that route, since he has generally been unresponsive to just about every medication out there. My husband asked this doctor about the side effects, memory loss, etc, but said the doc seemed to skirt around those issues. I told him all that I know about it, and that he should talk to his psychiatrist about it when he gets out. I know some people have talked about ECT before on this group, but if you'd like to share again: Has anyone on here had ECT? How effective was it? How severe was the memory loss? Did your symptoms eventually return to the same severity? Thanks for reading/sharing. This is a really hard time for both of us. I'm having some trust issues with him now, and he's still very depressed. |
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| Tuesday, July 1st, 2008 |
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ok, so for a very long time i have been in love with kadir nelson's art. i will stick just to his picture book illustrations and give you some samples of some of my favorites, starting with perhaps my favorite image: ( more here ) so, yeah, that's what his art looks like. i had no idea what he looked like until he stepped on stage to accept his caldecott honor and um hellllooooo handsome artist dude guy.  so, yeah, i shook his hand and i think we're in love. this is the book he got an honor for, by the way: 
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so, the banquet on sunday night was A-mazing. people could not stop talking about it. the winners this year were both really genre-busting in terms of what normally wins the newbery and the caldecott and their speeches were both also extraordinary. nina was beautiful and amazing on stage and it was a night that people will not soon forget. i was happy when i got to my table and realized that one of my committee members was also a guest of bwi and at my table with her colleague so that was nice. also the fun guy who i had met at the bar moments earlier was the only bwi dude at our table, so i didn't have to sit with too many sales folks. he was really fun! so yeah. banquet good. hanging with people good. meeting famous and inspirational authors good. monday was finally my mellow day. slept in till 8 to get to the oakland public library booth in the placement services section to find that our HR peeps had already pretty much taken it down. gave them a call and found out that i didn't have to work my two hours. so i basically had most of the day free. walked the exhibits a bit with nina. said hi to my scottish bff that i had met the other night and that was cute. picked up some good advanced readers copies and also picked up some things that i think will be useful for the rainbow list which is officially now my only national committee. went back to the hotel. called emily for our weeklyish phone date. went and had some lunch and hit a program about lgbt themed graphic novels for young adults. it was interesting and now i think i'm going to become obsessed with yaoi or boys love manga. if i decide to read the ones i got for free. which i'm afraid to because i don't want to become obsessed. then i rested and rested and rested and went to disneyland with katey and had the mostest fun ever and then went to sleep. (pictures of this and others to come on flickr as soon as i'm done this post). this morning i was up at 6am again for the coretta scott king award breakfast. it was super great and amazing. the winners are both authors that i love and admire and respect and it was a powerful morning. the best part is when the winners of this special writing contest they sponsor for children get announced and they come up and make a speech. i actually cried real tears over the cuteness of a little boy. i was pleased to sit at a table with some agents and an editor who was THE funniest and most outspoken woman i have met in ages. yeah, so that was that. a last walk through the exhibits with nina and then packed up and came home! bye bye ala. in a moment i will make a post dedicated to my new boyfriend. |
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| Monday, June 30th, 2008 |
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| Sunday, June 29th, 2008 |
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this'll be a quickie because i really have to jump in the shower and get ready for the newbery/caldecott banquet. today was my committee meeting. so i ran the meeting. it went well. we have lots of amazing big projects on the horizon. i should say "they" because i am done! FREEDOM SWEET FREEDOM! except i know i'll miss it. and i know now that i will 100% for sure be active and involved on intellectual freedom issues on a national level for a long time. it's so super important to me. then i had a brunch thanks to scholastic and a lunch (yes i had a brunch and a lunch) thanks to amulet and i got to see more authors and get more free books and hang out with more colleagues. then i went to the ethics in the age of web 2.0 program put on by the aasl ifc. all about the code of ethics that was just revised and how it can be used practically in these here modern times. stopped back at the conference center to spend my 5 dollar gift certificate in the ala store. came back to the room and watched nina get all gussied up. since she was the newbery chair she'll be onstage giving a speech and announcing the winner and such. the cocktail hour starts in 15 minutes and i haven't yet showered. will probably just show up on time for the banquet. i'm just tired. 3 for 3 years of getting a free ticket. my goal is to always attend and never pay for this banquet. eta i also like to don a yearly tattoo for the party. here's this years:  /edit tomorrow is finally a lightish day for me, which i look forward to, and it will end with miss kate lewis and disneyland! off to the shower with me! 
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| Monday, June 30th, 2008 |
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Sometimes, in the middle of a discussion over beer, wine, sake, or tea, my roommate will set down his cup, walk to the sink, and start brushing his teeth. He will then come out and continue talking while brushing his teeth. Then he goes back to the sink, finishes, and resumes drinking the beer, wine, sake, or tea. It's most peculiar. The Japanese are famous for their reticence and subtlety; do you think he's trying to tell me something? Me, I'm famous for my acute consciousness of my teeth. I worry about them. Pretty much day and night. I worry they prevent relationships with other people, both business and personal. I acknowledge they are nothing out of the ordinary, but they are not perfect. When I smile, my face scrunches in a way I find displeasing. Maybe horrific. My roommates all have impeccable teeth. Another roommate, an architect who officially only has Sundays off and usually volunteers to work Sundays too, and who sleeps at the office three or four nights out of the work (the other nights coming home around 2 am), has the socially awkward hobby of dry-brushing her teeth. She stands in front of the mirror, scrubbing with a small-headed toothbrush. No water, no toothpaste. Once she saw me staring at her. She turned around and said matter-of-factly, "It's my hobby." Japanese believe everyone has to have one hobby, and here is how introductions go, every time: "What's your name?" "Where are you from?" "Where are you from in America?" "What is your job?" "What is your hobby?" Then we both run out of things to say. I've never told anyone this (I can't believe I now have so few friends I make confessions on livejournal), but teeth-brushing is a very serious matter to me. Nails scraping on chalkboard or forks scraping plates have no effect on me, but the image and the sound of someone brushing their teeth makes me wince and shiver. I have to close my eyes during teeth-brushing scenes in the movies. I close my eyes, and I literally tell myself, not emotionally but with a clear voice in my head, that it will be over soon, don't freak out, just think of something else, it'll be over so very soon. Brushing the tongue is the absolute worst. I do it, but I have to force myself to take my mind elsewhere. I usually shudder anyway. In fact, the revulsion is so strong that when people ask the question of what brings the nails-on-chalkboard reaction out of you, or what you hate the most, or your biggest "pet peeve," I've made up an answer: Plastic spoons scraping against Styrofoam cups. I hate that noise, too, but not nearly as much as brushing teeth. I've lied in response to that question so many times because I've been so genuinely scared that people might use the truth against me. If I made a roommate angry, she might brush her teeth in front of me again and again and again. Day and night. It would be hell. But I've made a decision to trust the world. The last two times I've talked to my father, I've gotten the impression that he has no idea who I am and if he does, he's disappointed and scornful. I don't know why because I quit smoking and started jogging and I thought that would make him feel like we were kin. But I think he feels hurt and betrayed because I haven't talked to him often enough, and when I call my parents I usually talk to my mom, and also I missed his birthday which was yesterday (my mom would usually remind me about these kinds of things but apparently she decided to finally listen to my immature rantings that she doesn't need to remind me of Every Single Little Thing because I'm MATURE enough to reMEMber, GOD MOM). So do you think my roommate wants to marry me or not? |
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| Sunday, June 29th, 2008 |
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| Saturday, June 28th, 2008 |
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man, i'm tired. so, last night i ended up going to a publisher's party in a fancy bowling alley. home around 12:30am. up at 6am. rough. this morning there was a breakfast (another publisher) and i rushed off early to try to see at least a few minutes of a program. so i popped into a yalsa program that had a couple of authors (barry lyga, holly black...) talking about graphic novels and reluctant readers. it was pretty interesting. then i had to rush off to my division leadership meeting. these meetings usually annoy me. this is when all the chairs of alsc committees get together in their priority groups and meet with their priority group consultant and each other. but they always start it off with some gmae like event. last time it was alsc jeopardy. ugh. but this time they got through a simple quick game that was just part of introductions and let us get to work, so that was nice. i'm the outgoing chair (after this conference i am done) and my incoming chair came too, which is good. helps the transition. if you care (i'm sure no one actually cares about any of this, but i've decided *i* want a record) my priority group is the "child advocacy" priority group. other groups are things like "awards" and "organizational support" and "projects and research". clearly ours is the best. ahem. anyhow, yeah. so that. oh yeah, i also bought presents for my cousin's kids and learned that my little alyssa is officially a tween and not a kid cause she digs one of those creepy jonas brothers. then what? i headed to the exhibits just on time to see francesca lia block read from her new book and to roam around for a bit and get some good freebies. i had to be back in the exhibits at 3 to staff the membership pavilion booth (my ala ambassador duty) so i decided to grab a quick lunch and rest in the hotel and drop off all my advanced readers copies. unfortunately the cleaning folks were cleaning my room right then and by the time they were done i had 20 minutes till i had to leave again. have i mentioned i'm tired? went back to the exhibits, staffed the booth for 2 hours (answered people's questions) and then walked to downtown disney to a hotel there for a reception. i had 3 receptions tonight and the one i almost didn't go to turned out to be the most fun. first was the feiwel and friends reception. this was in a little suite and was pretty awesome. they are a new publishing house that comes from a split from one of the larger houses (i think). i ended up talking and talking and talking to this awesome dude who i thought was an editor. he was there with his daughter (age 10) and we were just chatting about libraries, life, love etc and in the end it turns out he is an author. somehow i just missed that for the first 30 minutes we were talking. anyhow, he lives in sf and his new book looks great, so i think i'll read it next since he's my new bff. or at least was. until the next party. anyhow, also saw leonard marcus. the best thing ever is that leonard marcus remembers me and always seems pleased to see me. why does he know me? because i worked at his neighborhood library for the 2.5 years i was in brooklyn. so cute, right? ok, you're not a children's librarian so maybe you don't care about leonard marcus, but i do! i also met laurie halse anderson there. if you haven't read speak, or seen the movie, you should! came back to the hotel to shower and change as the sun was going down. put on a cuter night time outfit and decided at the last minute to hit the bwi appreciation reception. got a fancy bookmark and a tiny kobe beef burger and mashed potatoes from the "mashed potato bar". and realized i knew NO ONE. sat at a table alone thinking, "get me the hell out of here...eat kobe beef fast, sharon, and run". but then all the dudes who work for bwi came and sat with me (one at a time) cause it's probably their job to make sure everyone at the party is not a loser nerd feeling sorry for herself sitting alone. and this is where i met my new scottish born kentucky living new bff. for reals. anyhow, had a good conversation with him and others who joined us about all kinds of nerdly librarianly and computerly things (and mostly where these two nerdinesses intersect). he hugged me goodbye! bff! anyhow, rushed across to the simon & schuster aladdin graphics reception and this is the one i most looked forward to. but i talked to the one person i knew for like 5 minutes and then was awkward and the desserts weren't great and i left like five minutes later and now i'm in the room writing this blog and getting ready to sleep. tomorrow i get to sleep in until 7!!! YAy 7am! have i mentioned that i'm tired? check out those bags under my eyes:  even my eye cream can't help me now. i have determined that i am incapable of making friends with librarians at conferences. but i apparently love to make friends with vendors. i'm thinking maybe it's a gender thing. me a flirt??? NEVER!
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I'm still missing one of my round tables. But I think I'm ok with that. --dearanxiety |
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| Friday, June 27th, 2008 |
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American Library Association Annual Conference 2008 Day Two Today I woke up bright and early for an 8am meeting. My meeting this morning was with the American Library Association-wide Intellectual Freedom Committee. This is one of the things I'm required to go to as ALSC IFC Chair. Anyhow, the meeting this morning was 8-12:30 and was my only meeting-like obligation today (the rest of the weekend will be when things get nutso). It was an OK meeting. We mostly looked at and reviewed proposed changes to the Intellectual Freedom policies in ALA's Intellectual Freedom Manual. This manual is one of the major documents of ALA and basically guides libraries all over the country in terms of policies. The IFC is currently working on a bunch of revisions. After the meeting I had a working lunch with Kristen (the YALSA Chair who I lunched with yesterday) and Helen who is the chair of AASL (the school librarian's division) as well as one other person who wanted to help us. There was one more paragraph that needed the language edited some more after discussions at the meeting. The document we are working on is the "Free Access to Libraries for Minors". It is one of the most used pieces of writing amongst libraries and expands upon the LIbrary Bill of Rights' inclusion of Age as something libraries do not discriminate against. So it advises libraries on how to give children their full First Amendment Rights in the library. So we were working on one pesky paragraph. For reference, for those who are interested, this is the current document. It'll look a little different soon, and this is what we were working on. Anyhow, then I popped by the Placement Center where libraries who are recruiting have booths. i was mostly roaming around and picking up information for Adam, the on-call Librarian who has been working at my branch for months. He's a great librarian and I'd hate to see him go but would love to see him get permanent work. Anyhow, visited with the folks who were there from Oakland recruiting for our one gazillion openings and chatted with some folks from other systems. The dude from Columbus had me pretty well convinced that I should apply for this job and even gave me his card and told me to call him. Sigh. I know Ian'll say, "I'll miss you". But it's tempting other than ya know those other big life plans I have. Came back to the hotel - rested by the pool (as much as I could with loud screaming children) for about an hour. Got a slight tan (building a base before I go to NJ in a couple weeks). What next? Oh yeah - hung in the room a bit with Nina then went off to a couple of cocktail parties. The first cocktail party was at Morton's and was a YALSA Cocktail party. I was invited by Ryan of the librarians and really wanted to meet up with him, but it was PACKED and i could not find him. I did, however, find my pal Lana and hung out with her and a couple of her Brooklyn cohorts. Lana was a Library Assistant in Oakland and she and I were introduced when she was about to move to Brooklyn for Library School. I hooked her up with my awesome old boss, she got a job with Brooklyn Public similar to the one I had when I was in Brooklyn and voila. She's awesome! And she's doing really well and is really happy in Brooklyn. I love running into her at conferences. Then I hit the Holiday House cocktail party which is always nice. Unfortunately I didn't see anyone I knew there and didn't feel like mingling, so I stuck around for only a short time and headed off to have some gross Mexican food for dinner in the hotel. Now I'm here relaxing in my cute new necklace:  At 9 there's a dessert reception at the hotel across the street where I just was for a cocktail reception. I'll go there and meet up with Nina and eat dessert and then go to bed. Tomorrow begins the busyness. The exhibits open then and the general conference starts. Wootwoot! Happy Thursday everyone!
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| Thursday, June 26th, 2008 |
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American Library Association Annual Conference 2008 Day One Woke up this morning at 6:30. Hit snooze til 7. Out the door at 7:30 and grabbed a quick breakfast in the hotel. Headed to the convention center to register. Turns out this is the closest I've ever managed to stay to a convention center at one of these here conferences. It's like RIGHT THERE. Anyhow, got all my registration stuff including hideous orange bag and ginormous nametag holder thing.  (ok in real life this bag is like FLUORESCENT ORANGE. the writing on it is dark blue.) Then I headed down the hall to the Ambassador Desk. At this conference I'm an Ambassador which basically means I wear a special ribbon and new conference attendees can ask me questions. I also staff a desk for a couple of hours and sent out some emails to new attendees ahead of time. Woohoo excitement. Anyhow, had a little time to kill before my 9am meeting since it was right between my hotel and the convention center aka a 1 minute walk away. So I called Emily and left her a silly voicemail message since she got hit by a car last night on her bike (she is bruised but fine). Then it was off to the Marriott for the freedom to read foundation board of trustees meeting. See, the conference doesn't start officially until tomorrow. But this meeting happens the day before and as the chair of alsc's Intellectual Freedom Committee I am the ALSC liaison to the FTRF so I attend this meeting. It is always the day before. It is always 9am-5pm. It is always interesting in the beginning and then boring. The Freedom to Read Foundation is basically a non-profit that functions as the legal arm of the American Library Association in terms of First Amendment cases. So the whole first part of the day is a report on the cases they are currently involved in and it's basically every important First Amendment case in the nation. I sat next to my pal, Kristen, who is the chair of YALSA's Intellectual Freedom Committee. So I met her at the Midwinter Meeting and we get along well. We had lunch together too. We ate at the California Pizza Kitchen. It's weird - the other ALA Conference and Meetings I've attended have been in the following cities: Chicago, Seattle, Washington DC, and Philadelphia. So like in the middle of a city with restaurants that are interesting and shopping etc etc. Now we're in Anaheim. So like no one lives here. It's hotels, Disneyland, and chain restaurants. I'm digging the weather but missing the exploring a city fun that usually comes with these things. Anyhow, meeting ended early so I headed back to the hotel and found Nina. Nina is a colleague, friend, and sort of my mentor. She is the outgoing chair of the Newbery Commitee so she gives a big speech at the big banquet Sunday night. It's always awesome when we room together because she knows everyone and gets invited to everything and seems legitimately happy to drag me around, and introduce me to people and get me invited to things. So, found Nina in the room and we went exploring. Of course the only thing to explore is hotels, so we found the fanciest hotel and had a drink in the bar. Then she had to meet her Newbery Commitee for dinner so we walked to downtown disney which is where her dinner is. It was maybe the creepiest place I've ever been other than Mount Rushmore and it was quite a long walk. In the end I just walked back listening to my ipod (birdmonster, if you care which you should cause SO GOOD i'm just saying) and ate near the hotel. Got back to the room about half an hour ago, started this blog, and now Nina walked in. I think we'll just hang out, read, and hit the hay soon since I have an 8am meeting tomorrow. Oh, and um something we were going to do together for a fun project might turn into a monetarily (slightly) lucrative project that will gain us professional exposure. Innnnnteresting.
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Collared shirts? SOLID blue? Where do these people shop? Does anyone know how lax they are about this whole dress code thing? What about light blue and white striped shirts? WHAT ABOUT SHOES??? I'm sorry about how trivial this sounds but considering I plan on spending 98% of my time in Interlochen pretty much clothed, this is becoming an issue. I have no idea how my closet is going to come up with something within the requirements. Damn. |
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| Wednesday, June 25th, 2008 |
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So, I'm in for motion picture arts. Man, do i feel alive. |
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| So I'm confused. The "Welcome Wagon" on the 2nd of September is when we get shown around and whatnot, do we stay there after that? Move in? Or do we go home and return on the 4th? And what about registration? Supposedly we're suppose to do that on the 6th, is that when we actually pick our classes? In my school right now teachers are sending me stuff for AP classes (homework) to do before school. :( I'm kinda worried that my credits won't really match up w/ Interlochen's. Does anyone know what the reqs are? thnx u guys. | ||||||||
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I've been watching a lot of TED videos lately. Always a great way to kill eighteen minutes. Dennett's one of my favorites: |
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| Tuesday, June 24th, 2008 |
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stolen from megaforce 1. Open up MS Paint (or Photoshop if you want to be snazzy). 2. Close your eyes. 3. Try to draw a cat. 4. Save. 5. Upload to...wherever the hell you like to upload things. 6. Comment with yours. here's mine: 
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Doc released me from "restricted duty" today. Yay! My ankle is better! Oh yeah but then last night I broke my toe. --dearanxiety |
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austin tx lj universe, consider this your first warning. my going away party is aug 29. it will probably be drinks at my house followed by 2 am karaoke followed by breakfast at codys. well the karaoke/breakfast is for sure, but drinks at my house might turn into dinner out or something. anyway. aug 29 |
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((((A little something for our old (and new) coffee house)))) What's the matter with the shirt I'm wearing? Don’t you know that place closed down? Aren’t they the same people at the counter, No at least one’s from out of town. Where have you been hanging out lately, honey? You can stay all day and not spend any money. Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new café Funny, but it's still Virgo Bat to me. Oh, it doesn't matter what it says on the flyers 'Cause it's always been the same old scene. There's a new café in town With nifty stuff lying ‘round, from old board games to odd magazines, Say you know what I mean. How about a cup of sweet hot cocoa with chocolate syrup on the whipped cream? Or better yet an alfalfa sprout sandwich with veggie chips by the score? Where’d I order that before? You can explain the next plane, call the place the Tramontane It's still Virgo Bat to me What's the difference with the crowd I'm seeing? Their just as strange and out of touch, Should I try to play for college students? Nah, they don’t come around too much, Don't you know about the new café honey? You can stay all day and not spend any money. You can explain the next plane, call the place the Tramontane It's still Virgo Bat to me Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new cafe Funny, but it's still Virgo Bat to me. |
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| We've had 20 arsons in Utica in recent months. 15 were in a row, every night. One was a block away. Someone breaking in, dousing gasoline all over several rooms, lighting it and taking off. Mostly they are empty houses but the last one someone was rescued from inside. Really scary stuff. The fire alarm just went off. Here we go again. | ||||||
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| Monday, June 23rd, 2008 |
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In honor of the great George Carlin, I would like HBO to schedule an all day marathon of Carlin's 14 HBO Comedy Specials. If enough people ask HBO to do this I believe they will feel compelled. To suggest this to HBO please go to: http://www.hbo.com/apps/submitinfo/cont Amen |
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| Sunday, June 22nd, 2008 |
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saturday. shopping with mom. a man at the farmer's market tells me: go to New York with humility, and it will accept you, let you in. Go with an attitude and it will eat you alive. we stop at the hindu temple on the way to my work. my mom says it seems peaceful, but we're just standing in the parking lot. she goes crazy over my office and spends a lot of money in the tasting room. we go to a piano bar on 6th street where we get spilled on and stepped on. she gives them a twenty to play 'great balls of fire'. they play it, but quickly, and i can totally tell they don't really want to. sunday. brunch at starlite. best brunch ever. the hostess awkwardly informs us she's really glad we're there. cody hands me a copy of tribeza and says "I found this on the street and thought it would make you upset." Inside Will Wynn says he is "selling downtown, because it's the [best] thing to do". I rip the whole thing to shreds and we use his face as a coaster. when the waiter refills our water, he puts the glasses down on the table and not on the paper. i see two old friends but am too shy to say hello. my mom gets buzzed on one bellini; starts making racist comments and tells cody to "be careful" while i'm in the restroom. shopping on SoCo, I come out of it with a dress and a necklace. i make cody smell candles and guess what scent they are supposed to be. whole foods. they have a salt and peppercorn bar now. i am amazed at how many types and colors there are. we laugh at artichokes as big as grapefruit. i buy kombucha, cody gets root beer. it's hot. |
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i took a lot of psychology in college but what i still don't get is how crazy people function. i mean, there are those who can't function at all, i'm not talking about them, i'm talking about people who work, go to school, pay their taxes, shop for groceries, do everything in a world they experience as completely different than those around them. i'm thinking about this because, once again, i'm trying to make sense of my birth family. my sister, my mother and her father are all gone now, there's still my brother and my father. going back and forth between the world i live in which pretty much makes sense and the world i grew up in which is just as unfathomable now as it was when i was ten. and its me too. i came to need to compare notes with the people around me, make sure we were all experiencing the same reality. i think it annoys those who assume that everyone is experiencing the same reality but they put up with it in me and at least once a month there is a misunderstanding that can easily be resolved thanks to the extra communication. it might go something like this: "i said lets go to pizza hut because I know you like it so much" "oh, i'm sick of pizza hut, i was only going because you said you wanted to" "well i'd rather have mexican" "oh god, i'd love mexican!" the same principle applies to more important things only you've got three people interacting with each other, one thinks the other two are a lumberjack and a pedophile, the next thinks the other two are a drug dealer and a mafia hitman, the third thinks the other two are an illegal mexican farm worker and the unibomber but not one, even when pressed, will say something. no comparing notes allowed because, of course everyone knows he's the unibomber and there's no use denying it. that sort of thing. the only time i think i ever really sound crazy is when i'm trying to explain what my sister/mother/grandpa mac/father/brother did or said or appear to have done. it just doesn't make sense. but it seems to make sense to each other, that's the kicker, their worlds make sense to themselves, they function in their worlds, they earn paychecks, pay bills, shop, everything, and are better at it than i am. maybe they don't like me because i force them to realize they aren't sain. this insistance on comparing realities and seeing how they don't line up. i "make" them crazy. or not. i don't know. |
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| Saturday, June 21st, 2008 |
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