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15 October 2008 @ 11:56 am

My long-undead ipod just fixed itself. I was setting it out on the table and opening up a knife to dissect it one last time and try some business card trick I learned on the interwebs when I saw it turn on and give me neither a sad ipod face or an ohnoesfolder! icon, but my library, complete and unharmed from the day that it died. I don't know what to think...

It's hooked up to my computer now, and they're recognizing each other and playing nicely.

Those of you who know my ipod know that this is as felicitous and unexpected as John McCain standing up and announcing the removal of Sarah Palin from his ticket and denouncing racism and ignorance in America.

I'm going to restore the hard drive just in case, but...wow. Just wow.
14 October 2008 @ 03:44 pm
Fall is a strange sort of patchwork here. It descends in bubbles, quietly enveloping a branch here, a bush there, an entire tree when you're not looking so that you find yourself crunching blissfully under naked limbs surrounded on every side by luscious, defiant, oh-so-coy green.

Internet, I must pick your brain later. Academics here are...not so good right now.
11 October 2008 @ 06:38 pm

Do Not Want.

I hate art sometimes.
10 October 2008 @ 11:22 pm
I'm going to Portugal in January! To present. At a conference.

Or I am if GSLIS provides funding, which it should, and may do again next August for IFLA in Italy should the chance arise.

Pardon me while I go cackle madly, hair frizzled, glasses askew, cricket paddle still tightly clutched, precarious atop a mound of slain academia.




edit: Now to harass Cody for emergency Portugeuse learning.
Feeling: accomplishedaccomplished
Listening: Amália Rodriguez
For it's tenth birthday (awww), Google released its 2001 index of the internet, complete with retro Google interface.

In class, we naturally and quickly progressed from comparing interfaces and content to playing with political history.

Go here: http://www.google.com/search2001.html

Search for "Barack Obama". Note number of results.

Now, search for "Sarah Palin". Do likewise.

It's certainly not news that she's scarily inexperienced, but tis a fun illustration nonetheless. Oh, seven years, what a difference you really, really don't make when something as critical as national office is apparently concerned.

Seriously though, am I the only bothered that our potential vice president didn't exist on the internet seven years ago?
07 October 2008 @ 09:29 pm
The Telegraph's statement on Obama's debate performance during the primary seems just as accurate now.

"He looked cool as a cucumber: a highly alert cucumber, but not one which was frightened of being sliced up and turned into sandwiches."
05 September 2008 @ 11:32 pm
04 September 2008 @ 10:30 pm
My neck muscles hurt. Apparently these really are full body workouts.

Mates of State and Thao with the Get Down Stay Down make a wonderful running-in-the-rain soundtrack. Other things might have been better, but I think I was mostly just happy to be running in the rain. Illinois has been pretending to be Southern California of late, and it's refreshing to have a bit of Northern England (or maybe Seattle) to break the sky and whet our soil.

I saw a man watering a fountain earlier this week.

Classes are good.

I just managed to mis-schedule an interview, then forget the time it was re-scheduled to, leading me to show up 17 minutes late for what turned out to include both the head of the program and the dean of students at GSLIS. I feel like more of an ass-hat than Bottom. And yet...considering all the mishaps leading up to it, it went reasonably well. Lord, do I ever need this. If I eat one more bowl of ramen my body will revolt and leave me crumpled and craving vegetables on the Unitarian Universalist Chapel floor during our next class.

Bike! I found a bike! For $10! At a garage sale! It's hideous and turquoise and 80s and rusty and I love it. I just wish I hadn't broken it even more while trying to replace a tube on it. Why have I so failed at accumulating practical mechanical knowledge in my life? And where are the boys I could usually get to do this sort of thing for free?
Existing: Urbana
Feeling: bouncybouncy but sore
Listening: Moby - Last Night
24 August 2008 @ 09:14 am
Yesterday was painting, and a sweet corn festival that somehow had no sweet corn (but did include fried candy bars, tacos in bags, and all manner of midwestern carny heart-stopping goodness). People-watching here is fascinating - I know there's a word for what I keep seeing, and one of these days I'll figure out what it is. Something to combine looming fate, homesteading, neo-hippies, football, occasional over-education, and orange.

Just to test lj's scrapbooking, I now offer you my latest cheesecake (chocolate peanut butter), Otto looking like a depression awareness ad, and Gabriel with mitosis kitties.

Existing: Chambana
Feeling: bouncytea!
Listening: KaiserCartel
20 August 2008 @ 01:15 pm
...Jiggity jig. Except that home is now Urbana, this familiar-but-alien Midwestern denizen of agriculture and higher education, preferably in the same go. Oldest experimental corn plot in the nation, baby. They built the undergraduate library underground to avoid shading the crop too much.

Orientation starts Friday, classes Monday, job Thursday. I'm working with the Midwest Book and Manuscript Studies program, doing something hopefully worthwhile to the realm of Special Collections - it's all a bit vague, since my job hasn't existed before this year. Not even as someone else's job.

Classes at the moment are Information Organization and Access, Intro to Network Systems, The Digital Divide (dealing specifically with Africa, looks like), and Global Perspectives in Library and Information Science. Networks takes field trips to St. Louis, yet I'm still most looking forward to Digital Divide as something that will tell practically whether this whole Peace Corps plan after the MS is bloody silly or actually a nifty and practical thing I can do for The Good Of The World And All That.

I was going to have something mopey about long distance being hard, but decided to forego the obvious. Talking to Akshay was a brilliant balm, and a good reminder that while coming home to a too large, too empty room is lonely and waking up alone hurts every time, I'm not worried about us: we both value the other enough to get through this grand undetermined time apart just fine, and whatever happens after that will be just...fantastic. A David-Tennant-happy-doctor-face kind of fantastic.
Feeling: drainedtemporarily exanimate
Listening: Ani D