Bad blogger

February 28, 2007 at 11:10 pm | Posted in life, work | 5 Comments

I’ve been sort of bad at updating my blog lately. I don’t really have anything to show for myself — I’m working on a knitting project but it’s top secret, and I plan on making a couple more clamshell boxes, but that hasn’t happened yet, and I just haven’t had time to make any jewelry. Also, school, work, my practicum, my friends, and the new boy have been keeping me busy.

Oh, and I’ve started the long, tedious process of looking for a job, a real job, a professional job. To complicate that, I’m not entirely sure of what I want to do. Or rather, I know what I’d like to do (photo archivist), but I’m not convinced that I’ll find/be able to get that specific job, so it’s more a matter of discovering the best fit with what’s out there. It’s funny how few library/archives jobs I could apply to and have a reasonable chance of not being laughed out the door — most of the jobs being advertised are for librarian II or III positions or higher, or are for academic librarian positions and require things like second master’s degrees or languages, or are so technology-based that the job ads consist mostly of computer-related acronyms that I don’t understand. Finally, the public library jobs, most of which I am qualified for as they encourage entry-level candidates to apply, are just not enticing. I’ve worked in customer service at many a job and I think that working with the public — the real public, the public library public, not the specialized public of academia or an archives — is just not for me. I’d like something a little bit more intellectually challenging, a bit more personal, and a bit less babysitting-ish.

To compound the above challenges in finding a job, I also have to throw in the geographic restrictions (which exist mostly in my head, but whatever; to me, they’re real). I might be able to stay in Canada, which would be lovely, but it’s Toronto that I’d really like to continue living in cause this is where my friends are, but I’m just not seeing jobs here. Furthermore, what is the deal with the Canada-US NAFTA work visa thing? Do you need a pre-arranged job to get one or not? I’m getting conflicting information and it’s just confusing.

Then again, if I returned home, where would I work in the US? Is the job more important, or is my location? Would I be able to live in Podunk, USA, for two years if it meant having a great job? What if having that great job meant not having close friends, or living in a stiflingly conservative community? Would I be able to live in Awesome City, USA, if I had to work at Borders? Why are there tons of jobs in Florida, and should I even bother applying since I know I hate that state and have no desire to live there?

Last week, my roommate and my father were sort of getting on my case — albeit gently — about what my upcoming plans are, what I’ll be doing for the summer, when my parents can visit me here, etc., and I was just like, ‘Oh my God. I have no idea.’ I cannot have that conversation, people, especially with those who “just want to know.” I can talk to Heather, who is similarly freaking out, and Alli, whose reassurance is always nice to hear; in short, I can talk to others in my program who are experiencing the same fears that I am over all of this. But to those of you who aren’t involved, who don’t understand what this is all about? I love you, but back off. I’m working on it, and it’ll sort itself out when it does, but until then don’t bug me, cause there’s nothing I can do about it.


My nation’s capital

February 24, 2007 at 6:10 pm | Posted in Friends, life | 4 Comments

is Washington, DC, but I’ve never been there. However, I did go to Ottawa on Wednesday.


Alli and I drove up on Wednesday to get out of town for a couple of days during reading week. We stayed with Alli’s friend from undergrad. John, his girlfriend, and his roommate were amazing hosts. They let us crash on their living room, organized an amazing tour of Parliament, and took us out drinking both nights.

On Wednesday night, we went out to dinner with a couple of Alli’s girl friends from undergrad, who were hilarious (and obsessed with Facebook, as all good Canadians should be). After dinner, we met up with the John, Janice, and Sandro, and some of their friends. I really did mean to party hard that night but by, like, 8:30 I was drinking water and yawning every 5 minutes.

Thursday was our only full day, so we made every second of it count.

Here’s us in the Peace Tower, after our fabulous private tour of the Library of Parliament (no pictures cause photography is not allowed):
From left to right: Sandro, Janice, John, Alli, and I

This is the view from the Peace Tower:

After the Parliament Hill activities, Alli and I went skating on the Rideau Canal Skateway, which was super awesome. I’d never skated outdoors before and it was so much fun. At first, Alli and I held hands, which definitely means that I’m a lesbian, but then I got more confident and skated on my own. I’m pretty sure I was like a bird learning to fly: a little bit unsteady and wobbly, but beautiful nonetheless.

Me skating

Alli skating

After another fabulous meal, this one prepared by yet another of Ms. Larsh’s friends from undergrad, we went out to this cute little bar and ordered pitcher after pitcher.

Here’s Alli and I toward the end of the night.

This is my entry for the local public service announcement contest:

“These are your friends…”

“These are your friends on booze.”

Tasha can’t wrestle, but you should see her box.

February 11, 2007 at 5:43 pm | Posted in other crafty adventures | 3 Comments

Yesterday, Alli, Robin, and I went to a clamshell box workshop at CBBAG (the book arts guild). I got there what I thought was half an hour late and what turned out to be an hour and a half late, because I don’t bother to check schedules or confirm appointments. Good thing we were only going over measurements and formulas. I suck at math so it’s doubtful I would’ve understood a word our instructor said.

There were about 8 of us in the class: all women, a lot of librarians. Alli and Robin have each taken, like, a zillion classes at this place, but I’d never been there before. At first, I was not really digging the workshop. When you’re learning something new in a group, the instructor basically has to go at the pace of the slowest person. The three of us were faster than everyone else, so there was a lot of lag time. Also, the workshop lasted from 9 am to 5 pm or, if you were me, from 10:30 am to 5 pm. That’s a long day. And we did not end exactly at 5. I think that we left at 5:30 and over half of the group hadn’t finished their boxes.

Last night I was calling my box a three-legged dog, cause I really did fuck it up in a few places. I could point them out, but I won’t. I sort of thought that I wouldn’t ever make another one of these things, cause it was a lot of work and I didn’t really think that my finished product was worth it.

When I got up this morning, however, and looked at my box (!), I really liked it. It’s pretty sturdy and the construction is just so neat. I love the colors that I chose (dark blue silk, silver cloth of some sort, and silver and blue paper). I want to make more (more, damn it, more!). I sent Brian, the instructor, an email, telling him of my newfound love of the box. He hasn’t responded yet, but I’m pretty sure he understands.



Pillow fighting? A pillow fighting league? Seriously?

February 9, 2007 at 2:15 pm | Posted in random | 4 Comments

What the hell is the world coming to? So far this year, my friends and peers have joined an ultimate frisbee league, a dodgeball league, and now I’m hearing rumors of a pillow fighting league. (The first two “leagues,” I can understand — sort of, as my position on joining things is fairly well-stated — but the third one is bewildering.)

Let me say that again — a pillow fighting league. Who needs a league for this shit? First of all, the person who came up with the idea is clearly in possession of twigs and berries, and only started it as a way of fulfilling some weird adolescent fantasy fueled by too many cheesy ’80s movies in which girls at slumber parties take off their nightgowns and pillow fight topless. Some might say that his idea was brilliant, but I’m gonna call bullshit on it. What are women going to be tricked into next, joining the KY Jelly Wrestling League? I mean, just because you think it’s ironic and hip doesn’t mean that’s not actually degrading and idiotic.

Shiny things updated

February 8, 2007 at 5:55 pm | Posted in shiny things | 4 Comments

I seem to be on a jewelry-making kick lately. Knitting has sort of been put down for the moment, though I’m working on a project I need to complete soon, since the recipient’s birthday is coming up, and I didn’t get her anything for Christmas (yeah, I know, I’m a really good friend).

Anyway, necklaces here.

Dear iPod battery,

February 7, 2007 at 12:21 pm | Posted in things that annoy | 2 Comments

Stop sucking.



Learn how to freakin’ spell already!

February 6, 2007 at 10:40 pm | Posted in things that annoy | 8 Comments

This is going to a long and rather vicious tirade about grammar and spelling and the general inattention paid to both, particularly on the internet. (Aundra: I am in no way judging you for your spelling. I accepted it a long time ago.)

I check out a lot of crafting blogs and forums, and I am forever coming across atrocious grammar and spelling. This stuff exists in real life, too — shop signs, notices to employees, and students’ papers are all fraught with errors.

So, let’s go back to 7th grade, shall we? (Or, we could go back to my sophomore [second] year in college, and my junior-level Shakespeare class. After we turned in our first papers, our professor had to give us a mini-lesson on contractions [“it’s”] and the proper use of dashes [“broken-looking-glass eyes”]. I hope that other people were as embarrassed as I was to be receiving a lecture on the difference between “its” and “it’s” at the age of 20.) Anyway. There is a difference between “your” and “you’re,” “it’s” and “its.” Think about it — “your shoes”? Is another way of saying “the shoes belonging to you.” “You’re shoes”? Equals “you are shoes.” Does that make sense? I thought not. That little apostrophe means something, damn it!

Obviously, not everyone has an innate understanding of English grammar, just as I do not have an innate understanding of math. But we communicate with words, not numbers. Every day, we write, even if it’s just a bunch of emails to our friends. How will someone be taken seriously if they cannot construct a basic sentence, if they never use contractions or plural possessives properly? Case in point: I worked in a deli for a while, and we always had a pile of dirty dishes in the break room. One day, the store manager posted a note that read, “Please do not leave you’re dirty dishes. It is rude to see them in the morning.” Aside from being grammatically incorrect (“you are dirty dishes”? Oh, really? I am? That’s news to me!), it sounds idiotic. (I’d always suspected that I was more intelligent than my manager, but that confirmed it.) Also, I just got an assignment that asks us to practice certain exercises until we are “confidant” that our answers are correct. So, you’re saying that you’d like me to bond with my answers until we can trust each other? The problem with spell check is that it doesn’t catch homo…homo…not homonyms…not homographs…not homophones. Well, I was going to say that perhaps my professor thought that “confident” and “confidant” were pronounced the same way, which means that they would be homophones, but they’re not, so really, it was just an error. Anyway, my point is that it’s hard to take someone seriously if they write like a second-grader.

Moving on to spelling. Misspelled words don’t bother me as much as improperly used contractions or plural possessives, and I can understand the difficulties inherent in spelling English-language words. Our language is not governed by logic when it comes to spelling. Still, there are some words that are fairly commonly used that are also fairly frequently misspelled, and it kind of drives me nuts after a while.

Let’s put these to rest, ok?
1. Blatant. Not “blatent.”
2. Tomorrow. Not “tamorrow,” “tommorrow,” or “tomorow.”
3. Tattoo. Not “tatoo.”
4. Embarrassed. Not “embarassed” or “embarrased.” Two r’s, two s’s.
5. Definite. Not “definate.”

And, I’m done. I would imagine that approximately zero people are still reading this, but that’s ok. I just had to get it off my chest.

(But before I go, let me share with you one of my best and worst academic experiences, which occurred in the same Shakespeare class as the grammar lesson. I got back a paper that had received a C+. The professor wrote some comment on it, the gist of which was, “It’s been a long time since I’ve read a paper with so few grammatical and stylistic errors. You are a good writer. The content of this paper, however, leaves something to be desired.” Basically, I saved myself from failing the paper entirely by knowing how to string words together. I was both proud and ashamed of myself for that.)

Party time

February 3, 2007 at 6:03 pm | Posted in life | 4 Comments

I went to a party last night with some friends.  I’m not a huge party person; I’m an introvert and being around large groups of people makes me want to curl up into a little ball and hide.  So, it’s safe to say that parties make me nervous.  Unless I’ve had something to drink.  I know it may not be the healthiest thing, but I’ve been using alcohol as a social lubricant since I was 14 years old, and it’s served me well so it doesn’t look like I’ll be stopping any time soon.  I mean, yeah, when I’m drunk I occasionally say stupid things or hit on already-taken boys, but most of the time it just loosens me up and makes me chatty.  Anyway, my least favorite party moment is when the people on either side of you turn to the people on either side of them and start talking, leaving you (and by you I mean me) all alone, holding chugging a drink (let’s be honest) and trying to look like you are perfectly ok with having no one to talk to.

The only thing worse than having no one to talk to is having to talk to strangers.  The scariest words in the English language are “network” (as in the verb), and “schmooze.”  Just can’t do it.  When I went to the ALA conference over the summer, I did not speak to a single person that I wasn’t required to speak to.  After my volunteer shifts were over, I either hung out by myself or went back to the hotel to find my roommate.  Fortunately, I enjoy my own company, so being a loner doesn’t really hold me back.  I do all of the things I want to do; I just don’t do them with anyone new else.

But I actually had a really good time last night, once I’d had a couple of drinks.  I was with people I’m comfortable around, the wine was flowing, and the vibe was good.  Ooh!  And!  I got a manicure yesterday so my nails looked awesome, and I wore a cute new shirt with my roommate’s jacket.  (Of course, this morning I realized that the shirt still had the tag on it.) 

Things I would rather do than be here right now

February 1, 2007 at 7:22 pm | Posted in school | 2 Comments

1. Mainline anti-freeze.
2. Read a year’s worth of the sports section.
3. Get a Brazilian bikini wax.
4. Exercise.
5. Visit the dentist.

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