wooohoo!
Today's going to be fun...
Work: Pick out the boxes I want movers to move up from the basement to upstairs.
Coffee: BC&T around 9:45-ish
Lunch: Papaleno's with some co-workers. Run by BC&T and try catching up with Phoebe if I don't see her earlier.
3:30: Leave for Lexington for music! Erin McKeown and Alejandro Escovedo.
9-ish: Mudpi at Madison Garden, Richmond
Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
archive: 27 september 2007: coffee spilt and laughter
Today has already started off with crazy events. I come into BC&T and happen upon one of the Southern Living folks who decided to write about Adam and the coffee shop. It was a good laugh. I bought a mocha and a poppyseed muffin for breakfast. Then drove on to work and as I was getting out I picked up the to-go cup incorrectly and the whole thing slipped from my hand and spilt in my car and on me. So I ran back home to change clothes (which resulted in me wearing a skirt I made from blue jeans in 2003) and then came back to work.
ahh... What else does this day have planned for me? It has to be good things or little mishaps like this morning which actually made me laugh.
I haven't worn a skirt in over a year now (back when Erynn and I stopped at an Old Regular Baptist Church for a service and music was the last time, in May or June last year).
Please be a good day!
ahh... What else does this day have planned for me? It has to be good things or little mishaps like this morning which actually made me laugh.
I haven't worn a skirt in over a year now (back when Erynn and I stopped at an Old Regular Baptist Church for a service and music was the last time, in May or June last year).
Please be a good day!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
archive: 26 september 2007: southern connections
I was just talking with a co-worker about tradition in the South... all things that reference my Southern Studies degree and the things I learned in those seminar classes and what I noticed from my experience growing up in Mississippi. The handing down of furniture from one generation to the next; it may not be until Grandma passes away before her daughter or grandchild gets the old dresser, dining table, sideboard table, etc... But it is handed down nonetheless. The furniture has connections, soul, memories. Southerners have tended to be physically connected to certain items, like grandfather clocks and wardrobes.
In my mom's house there's a grandfather clock I want one day and I hope to have it repaired so that it works again. I love the pendulum. That clock is in my childhood memories at home. There's a table that was my grandmother's which was also her mother's... It is now in my mom's house and will likely be in either mine or my sister's house one day. I have my grandmother's sewing machine which was her grandmother's sewing machine. I still use it sometimes. There's a table for it still in my mom's house with rod-iron legs.
Why are Southerners connected to the past physically through furniture? Were Southerners concerned about handing down these items before the Civil War? Was it the war and its economic threat that made many Southerners hold on to these tables, dressers, clocks, wardrobes, sets of china and silverware, etc.? Or was it before the war? I think that is an important piece of the puzzle.
I feel an attachment to these things because of history, family, story, connection, spirit, identity. History because it grounds a family or person into the history book depiction of a devastating war on a country. Family because it connects me with the persons further up the family tree, the ones I may or may not have agreed with but their lives and stories live on. Story is just that: the knick in the wood, the stain, the paint, the broken leg or missing bolt in the furniture tells stories of how family lives affected ("left its mark on") the furniture. Connection because as independent and "me" as I want to be, I am still connected to the stories and lives of those who preceded me in my family. Spirit gives a sense of respect or maybe admiration for the individuals of the past who left their mark on that furniture and therefore, when I touch that old grandfather clock I am also in touch with the spirit of my grandmother's grandmother, etc. And identity.... Identity is all of this. Identity is knowing who you are, where you come from, who you come from and why you're a part of that story and how it affects your story now, your life now.
For instance, my grandmother told a story once of when she was in her early twenties and digging around in her grandmother's attic. She came across a trunk and opened it up to find a white robe and hood. She was surprised to see this and was shocked at this being in the family. This was at the old house in Bowling Green, KY. For a long time my grandmother had that trunk, and I think that is the one which is now on the back porch at my mom's house. The robe and hood is long gone; probably thrown away long before I was born. In contrast to that story and a perfect example of how a family line can have multiple stances on an issue, I have old family photographs (ambrotypes and tintypes) of a gentleman dressed in a Union uniform with his son. He is most likely Colonel John H. Grider of the Union Army, 52nd Kentucky infantry, I found after doing some researching of the family tree. (You can view that here. And that website I created for family is here: Collectively Speaking.
Anyway... I am rambling as usual. I like thinking about family, tradition, hand-me-downs, "artifacts" of that kind.... the how and why those things are kept and what do they mean not only as a physical item but as a sentimental item. I have a lot of things I keep sentimentally, both in paper form and in physical form. I have tiny Russian dolls for when I had a penpal from Kazakhstan. I have rocks and stones which are reminders to me of particular memories. Books and journals, obviously. Jewelry both given to me and handed-down to me. I don't have any of the furniture yet, but one day I may.
I have been wondering how this translates into Appalachian culture... Southerners from Mississippi, Alabama, Louisiana, and Georgia did that kind of furniture hand-me-down sort of thing for reasons that may or may not have existed in the Appalachian region. And if things were handed down, what kind of things? Quilts is one I am sure, but what else and to what extent?
I guess I better get on to other things now. Coordinating for these student sessions for the Summit this year... I wish I didn't have to do this because I would much rather go to the Celebration of Traditional Music and/or the Clear Creek Healing Arts Festival, both the same weekend of the Summit. *grumble grumble*
In my mom's house there's a grandfather clock I want one day and I hope to have it repaired so that it works again. I love the pendulum. That clock is in my childhood memories at home. There's a table that was my grandmother's which was also her mother's... It is now in my mom's house and will likely be in either mine or my sister's house one day. I have my grandmother's sewing machine which was her grandmother's sewing machine. I still use it sometimes. There's a table for it still in my mom's house with rod-iron legs.
Why are Southerners connected to the past physically through furniture? Were Southerners concerned about handing down these items before the Civil War? Was it the war and its economic threat that made many Southerners hold on to these tables, dressers, clocks, wardrobes, sets of china and silverware, etc.? Or was it before the war? I think that is an important piece of the puzzle.
I feel an attachment to these things because of history, family, story, connection, spirit, identity. History because it grounds a family or person into the history book depiction of a devastating war on a country. Family because it connects me with the persons further up the family tree, the ones I may or may not have agreed with but their lives and stories live on. Story is just that: the knick in the wood, the stain, the paint, the broken leg or missing bolt in the furniture tells stories of how family lives affected ("left its mark on") the furniture. Connection because as independent and "me" as I want to be, I am still connected to the stories and lives of those who preceded me in my family. Spirit gives a sense of respect or maybe admiration for the individuals of the past who left their mark on that furniture and therefore, when I touch that old grandfather clock I am also in touch with the spirit of my grandmother's grandmother, etc. And identity.... Identity is all of this. Identity is knowing who you are, where you come from, who you come from and why you're a part of that story and how it affects your story now, your life now.
For instance, my grandmother told a story once of when she was in her early twenties and digging around in her grandmother's attic. She came across a trunk and opened it up to find a white robe and hood. She was surprised to see this and was shocked at this being in the family. This was at the old house in Bowling Green, KY. For a long time my grandmother had that trunk, and I think that is the one which is now on the back porch at my mom's house. The robe and hood is long gone; probably thrown away long before I was born. In contrast to that story and a perfect example of how a family line can have multiple stances on an issue, I have old family photographs (ambrotypes and tintypes) of a gentleman dressed in a Union uniform with his son. He is most likely Colonel John H. Grider of the Union Army, 52nd Kentucky infantry, I found after doing some researching of the family tree. (You can view that here. And that website I created for family is here: Collectively Speaking.
Anyway... I am rambling as usual. I like thinking about family, tradition, hand-me-downs, "artifacts" of that kind.... the how and why those things are kept and what do they mean not only as a physical item but as a sentimental item. I have a lot of things I keep sentimentally, both in paper form and in physical form. I have tiny Russian dolls for when I had a penpal from Kazakhstan. I have rocks and stones which are reminders to me of particular memories. Books and journals, obviously. Jewelry both given to me and handed-down to me. I don't have any of the furniture yet, but one day I may.
I have been wondering how this translates into Appalachian culture... Southerners from Mississippi, Alabama, Louisiana, and Georgia did that kind of furniture hand-me-down sort of thing for reasons that may or may not have existed in the Appalachian region. And if things were handed down, what kind of things? Quilts is one I am sure, but what else and to what extent?
I guess I better get on to other things now. Coordinating for these student sessions for the Summit this year... I wish I didn't have to do this because I would much rather go to the Celebration of Traditional Music and/or the Clear Creek Healing Arts Festival, both the same weekend of the Summit. *grumble grumble*
archive: 26 september 2007: thinking and change
I am a think-master today. I just want to think about things, to sort stuff out mentally and emotionally, to work on these things that have been tugging at me.
But instead I have work work work. Why won't these people register?!?!
*pulls hair out of my head*
Oh, and... the other day I almost bought hair color. There was this deep burgundy color that almost looked purple that appealed to me. And just do-it-yourself highlights looked good too. But it has been 3 or 4 years years since I last dyed my hair and I vowed I wouldn't do it again. Its just been tempting lately though. Something physically different.
Maybe I need to go get my Virgo and Dragon tattoos and that'll suit me for a while.
A song struck me yesterday when I was driving back from Lexington.... I think that's just the way I have been feeling and thinking lately, why I have been "spilling the beans" or "letting the cat out of the bag" to those I needed to share what I was thinking about. More often than not I am attracted to good people and so letting them know that does no harm, just good, even if things don't actually play out any further than good solid friendship. In the end, that's what really counts; those friends who always welcome you for a visit or a chat. Anyway, I think the song was "Let Your Love Flow" by the Bellamy Brothers. Kinda reminds me of some friends' outlook on life and relationships in general.
There's a reason for the sunshinin' sky
And there's a reason why I'm feelin so high
Must be the season when that love light shines all around us
So let that feelin grab you deep inside
And send you reelin where your love can't hide
And then go stealin' through the moonlit nights with your lover
Just let your love flow like a mountain stream
And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams
And let your love show and you'll know what I mean
It's the season
Letyour love fly like a bird on wing
And let your love bind you to all livin things
And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean
That's the reason
There's a reason for the warm sweet nights
And there's a reason for the candlelights
Must be the season when those love lights shine all around us
So let that wonder take into space
And lay you under its loving embrace
Just feel the thunder as it warms your face
You can't hold back
Just let your love flow like a mountain stream
And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams
And let your love show and you'll know what I mean
It's the season
Let your love fly like a bird on wing
And let your love bind you to all livin' things
And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean
That's the reason
But instead I have work work work. Why won't these people register?!?!
*pulls hair out of my head*
Oh, and... the other day I almost bought hair color. There was this deep burgundy color that almost looked purple that appealed to me. And just do-it-yourself highlights looked good too. But it has been 3 or 4 years years since I last dyed my hair and I vowed I wouldn't do it again. Its just been tempting lately though. Something physically different.
Maybe I need to go get my Virgo and Dragon tattoos and that'll suit me for a while.
A song struck me yesterday when I was driving back from Lexington.... I think that's just the way I have been feeling and thinking lately, why I have been "spilling the beans" or "letting the cat out of the bag" to those I needed to share what I was thinking about. More often than not I am attracted to good people and so letting them know that does no harm, just good, even if things don't actually play out any further than good solid friendship. In the end, that's what really counts; those friends who always welcome you for a visit or a chat. Anyway, I think the song was "Let Your Love Flow" by the Bellamy Brothers. Kinda reminds me of some friends' outlook on life and relationships in general.
There's a reason for the sunshinin' sky
And there's a reason why I'm feelin so high
Must be the season when that love light shines all around us
So let that feelin grab you deep inside
And send you reelin where your love can't hide
And then go stealin' through the moonlit nights with your lover
Just let your love flow like a mountain stream
And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams
And let your love show and you'll know what I mean
It's the season
Letyour love fly like a bird on wing
And let your love bind you to all livin things
And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean
That's the reason
There's a reason for the warm sweet nights
And there's a reason for the candlelights
Must be the season when those love lights shine all around us
So let that wonder take into space
And lay you under its loving embrace
Just feel the thunder as it warms your face
You can't hold back
Just let your love flow like a mountain stream
And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams
And let your love show and you'll know what I mean
It's the season
Let your love fly like a bird on wing
And let your love bind you to all livin' things
And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean
That's the reason
Friday, September 21, 2007
archive: 21 september 2007: let the sunshine in
Back in the office today. I didn't go to work yesterday because when I woke in the morning I felt miserable and so I called in sick. I slept until 12:30 and felt a good bit better. I didn't take any more of that cold medicine. Really, sometimes I think I feel worse when I take medicine for colds and allergies and sinus congestion than I do without it! By afternoon I went to Ground Effects to check email, be a little sociable, and then after a while I went back home and read for a while.
Probably in another week or two I will finally finish this novel. It is a very slow read, but it picks up every now and then... The Well of Loneliness. After I finish reading it I will either move on to the Lee Smith Family Linen or Neil Gaiman's American Gods. I have read the Gaiman book before, but I have kinda wanted to reread it. I read it so fast the first time that I don't think it all sunk it. I love his writing. But anyway, I need to read more poetry. I think I will ask Normandi, Vicky, and Michael for some suggestions. Maybe Libby. I can't sit and read poetry like I can novels, two hours pass by with my head stuck between pages. No, a poem is read and then thought about. I cannot go from one poem immediately to the next because it doesn't sink in... It is like just brushing the surface, skipping stones.
After while I texted Phoebe to see how she was doing, and it sounded like she needed to talk so I planned to meet her outside BC&T after I stopped at PeaceCraft for a moment. Caught up with her and chatted about things, Carol and Robert chatted a bit before going to Main Street Cafe, Chuck came by for a while, Brian showed us his spray-painted car, Adam came to hang out after his slug nightmare, Kelly visited for a bit, etc, etc. Another evening of hours spent outside BC&T just hanging out. Phoebe left after a while, I gave Adam a ride to Taco Bell and home, and then I went home to read some more.
I shouldn't have had that double-shot cafe mocha at 8 pm. It did, indeed, keep me up all night long. I had the most restless sleep I have ever had, I believe. But I somehow feel refreshed this morning. Strange, eh?
By the way, sometime over the next few days I will create some kind of life outline. I know it sounds massive and unwieldy but... it is something I want to do. Sometimes I look back and I think, wow... I've done a lot of things, felt a lot, been places, etc, and other times I look back and I can't seem to see all those things... I criticize and minimize those accomplishments and experiences. So. An outline. Because just a few days ago I remembered something I had done, but now I have forgotten what I had remembered! Some of these memories will have to be jogged with those little scraps of memorabilia I keep. I have scrapbooks. Some are explained, some are random. Oh... I had forgotten about going to Dallas with the honor society when I was in community college and hearing someone speak.... I used to think it was Dr. Laura Schlessinger, but what I remember her talking about goes against what Dr. Laura talks about now, so it was probably not the same speaker. But anyway... memory is tricky.
I have a crazy amount of work to do. Later folks.
Probably in another week or two I will finally finish this novel. It is a very slow read, but it picks up every now and then... The Well of Loneliness. After I finish reading it I will either move on to the Lee Smith Family Linen or Neil Gaiman's American Gods. I have read the Gaiman book before, but I have kinda wanted to reread it. I read it so fast the first time that I don't think it all sunk it. I love his writing. But anyway, I need to read more poetry. I think I will ask Normandi, Vicky, and Michael for some suggestions. Maybe Libby. I can't sit and read poetry like I can novels, two hours pass by with my head stuck between pages. No, a poem is read and then thought about. I cannot go from one poem immediately to the next because it doesn't sink in... It is like just brushing the surface, skipping stones.
After while I texted Phoebe to see how she was doing, and it sounded like she needed to talk so I planned to meet her outside BC&T after I stopped at PeaceCraft for a moment. Caught up with her and chatted about things, Carol and Robert chatted a bit before going to Main Street Cafe, Chuck came by for a while, Brian showed us his spray-painted car, Adam came to hang out after his slug nightmare, Kelly visited for a bit, etc, etc. Another evening of hours spent outside BC&T just hanging out. Phoebe left after a while, I gave Adam a ride to Taco Bell and home, and then I went home to read some more.
I shouldn't have had that double-shot cafe mocha at 8 pm. It did, indeed, keep me up all night long. I had the most restless sleep I have ever had, I believe. But I somehow feel refreshed this morning. Strange, eh?
By the way, sometime over the next few days I will create some kind of life outline. I know it sounds massive and unwieldy but... it is something I want to do. Sometimes I look back and I think, wow... I've done a lot of things, felt a lot, been places, etc, and other times I look back and I can't seem to see all those things... I criticize and minimize those accomplishments and experiences. So. An outline. Because just a few days ago I remembered something I had done, but now I have forgotten what I had remembered! Some of these memories will have to be jogged with those little scraps of memorabilia I keep. I have scrapbooks. Some are explained, some are random. Oh... I had forgotten about going to Dallas with the honor society when I was in community college and hearing someone speak.... I used to think it was Dr. Laura Schlessinger, but what I remember her talking about goes against what Dr. Laura talks about now, so it was probably not the same speaker. But anyway... memory is tricky.
I have a crazy amount of work to do. Later folks.
Monday, September 17, 2007
archive: 17 september 2007: annoyance
I am annoyed. Easily annoyed right now. I have this impulse to just want to bitch and complain. I set up an appointment at the Berea Health Services assuming that a visit there by an ACA staff member would be covered by my insurance, etc, because of the close ties of ACA and Berea College. I was wrong.
I am annoyed because several things in the past couple of days have made me feel dumb. Guess I am just feeling extra sensitive to any blows against my intellect. The IQ thing sent me spinning. The drive-thru the other day got under my skin. The swamps in Mississippi thing put me on edge. And then this appointment which doesn't count (which also was wasted time I could have been at work) didn't provide anything because ACA staff can't go there for check-ups, etc. That felt like the last straw.
And apparently my insurance plan will only cover this exam once a year. According to the doctor it is considered a yearly exam, but... what if a woman intuitively feels like it needs to be checked again a few months after her last one? This doesn't sound right nor does it promote being health conscious.
*grumble grumble*
I am annoyed because several things in the past couple of days have made me feel dumb. Guess I am just feeling extra sensitive to any blows against my intellect. The IQ thing sent me spinning. The drive-thru the other day got under my skin. The swamps in Mississippi thing put me on edge. And then this appointment which doesn't count (which also was wasted time I could have been at work) didn't provide anything because ACA staff can't go there for check-ups, etc. That felt like the last straw.
And apparently my insurance plan will only cover this exam once a year. According to the doctor it is considered a yearly exam, but... what if a woman intuitively feels like it needs to be checked again a few months after her last one? This doesn't sound right nor does it promote being health conscious.
*grumble grumble*
archive: 17 september 2007: exhaustion
I just want to go home, crawl into my bed, and sleep the rest of today. I am mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted. I think I am coming down with a mean cold.
I have reading to do for an assignment for my class and notes to make on it, type, and send to the professor before 10am tomorrow.
I think I would rather sit up and watch Frida again. But I can't.
I also have this impulse to cry. No reason, no cause. Just impulse. Maybe its the exhaustion and the amount of stuff I have to do.
I have reading to do for an assignment for my class and notes to make on it, type, and send to the professor before 10am tomorrow.
I think I would rather sit up and watch Frida again. But I can't.
I also have this impulse to cry. No reason, no cause. Just impulse. Maybe its the exhaustion and the amount of stuff I have to do.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
archive: 16 september 2007: movie quote
"I haven't got time for this Mickey Mouse bullshit!"
- The Professional.
Although it is a quote from a total ass of a character in the film, I thought that line was pretty hilarious. Yeah, sometimes I feel like that. I try not to feel that way often, but... yeah, it happens.
- The Professional.
Although it is a quote from a total ass of a character in the film, I thought that line was pretty hilarious. Yeah, sometimes I feel like that. I try not to feel that way often, but... yeah, it happens.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
archive: 15 september 2007: festivals and parades
begin whining/
Because of these new duties for work, I will miss both the Clear Creek Festival and the Celebration of Traditional Music Festivals that take place on the weekend of October 19-20. This makes me so SAD! Someone suggested I should call in sick. haha! I wish. I have never been to either of these festivals all my time here in Berea.
/end whining.
But apparently I am not missing the Spoonbread festival parade as I sit here in BC&T. hahaha! I didn't realize it passed right here.
Because of these new duties for work, I will miss both the Clear Creek Festival and the Celebration of Traditional Music Festivals that take place on the weekend of October 19-20. This makes me so SAD! Someone suggested I should call in sick. haha! I wish. I have never been to either of these festivals all my time here in Berea.
/end whining.
But apparently I am not missing the Spoonbread festival parade as I sit here in BC&T. hahaha! I didn't realize it passed right here.
Friday, September 14, 2007
archive: 14 september 2007: learning and doing
I am going to play around with that there banjo all day Saturday. I think. I have this feeling something with KFTC is supposed to be happening..... I might should be going to the steering committee meeting this weekend. I gotta check that notebook I left at home today.
I will be leaving work early today with Lieselotte to introduce her to folks at Spec. Coll. & Archives on campus and get her in their hands for some music listening. Then I will break away for a while to visit Calvin and borrow that DVD from him, and then photocopy some articles from the periodicals and books I know Berea's got.
Going to the Mitch Barrett concert tonight surely, but I might get distracted for a bit if Lieselotte decides to get on the road early and I am left to my devices with my banjo to play around with. Some of the men last night at the bluegrass jam was giving me bits of advice: "the more you have it in your hands, the sooner you'll learn to play it." Jim was telling me that I just need to learn three chords and I can play any song on it. haha! I think he's not talking clawhammer. ;) I told him that joke Lieselotte told me: "anyone who can count to two can play the banjo." :) So I might try picking at it some for a while tonight, especially if Calvin remembered to bring that DVD.
Ok, I have CDs to burn for work, and then I am going to try to mail these today. I want the librarians to have these ASAP.
peace
by the way... My horoscope from freewillastrology.com. Funny how I used to play Dungeons & Dragons and I totally understood this. One of my friends I think was chaotic/good more than anything else. I don't remember what I chose most often. Anyway, this is generally an idea I have been feeling lately...
Virgo Horoscope for week of September 13, 2007
Writing in Salon.com, Scott Rosenberg recalled how in his youth he loved to play the fantasy role-playing game Dungeons & Dragons. "You'd have to choose not one but two 'alignments' for your character," he mused. "Good and evil, of course, but also 'law' and 'chaos.' And among the people I ran with, 'chaotic/good' was the thing to be, because it let you trust other people and still have fun." Your assignment in the coming week, Virgo, is to adopt the "chaotic/good" approach for the character you will be playing in your actual life.
I will be leaving work early today with Lieselotte to introduce her to folks at Spec. Coll. & Archives on campus and get her in their hands for some music listening. Then I will break away for a while to visit Calvin and borrow that DVD from him, and then photocopy some articles from the periodicals and books I know Berea's got.
Going to the Mitch Barrett concert tonight surely, but I might get distracted for a bit if Lieselotte decides to get on the road early and I am left to my devices with my banjo to play around with. Some of the men last night at the bluegrass jam was giving me bits of advice: "the more you have it in your hands, the sooner you'll learn to play it." Jim was telling me that I just need to learn three chords and I can play any song on it. haha! I think he's not talking clawhammer. ;) I told him that joke Lieselotte told me: "anyone who can count to two can play the banjo." :) So I might try picking at it some for a while tonight, especially if Calvin remembered to bring that DVD.
Ok, I have CDs to burn for work, and then I am going to try to mail these today. I want the librarians to have these ASAP.
peace
by the way... My horoscope from freewillastrology.com. Funny how I used to play Dungeons & Dragons and I totally understood this. One of my friends I think was chaotic/good more than anything else. I don't remember what I chose most often. Anyway, this is generally an idea I have been feeling lately...
Virgo Horoscope for week of September 13, 2007
Writing in Salon.com, Scott Rosenberg recalled how in his youth he loved to play the fantasy role-playing game Dungeons & Dragons. "You'd have to choose not one but two 'alignments' for your character," he mused. "Good and evil, of course, but also 'law' and 'chaos.' And among the people I ran with, 'chaotic/good' was the thing to be, because it let you trust other people and still have fun." Your assignment in the coming week, Virgo, is to adopt the "chaotic/good" approach for the character you will be playing in your actual life.
archive: 14 september 2007: tension
I've got to loosen up these muscles soon. Over the last week or so I have realized they are tighter and tenser than usual. Not much stress or anything, just I keep realizing I have my shoulders up and not resting. I know I have bad posture. Something's gotta give.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
archive: 13 september 2007: work is on the rise
Well, work is about to really take off. I just sent an email out to around 145 people to register for the Summit, to register for the student sessions, and to register their poster presentations if they want to present one. I had to do it in three groups because there are Ledford Scholars, Citizens Scholars, and Noyce Scholars meeting in different locations at the Summit. But little did I realize that I would cause a confusion... They are required a code to register for the Summit, and this code is the same for the student sessions. I only included the code for the student sessions. I just sent out an email explaining that they should use the same code for both registration forms. Ahh... I do not anticipate the number of questions and emails I will have tomorrow! hehehe! Kat, how did you manage this last year?! :) You have much better managing skills than I do. ((hugs))
Well, I better get going. I gotta meet up with Lieselotte and say we're having dinner at Main Street instead of Papaleno's. Then Phoebe can join us for a bit and then go on over to the Bluegrass jam.
Well, I better get going. I gotta meet up with Lieselotte and say we're having dinner at Main Street instead of Papaleno's. Then Phoebe can join us for a bit and then go on over to the Bluegrass jam.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
archive: 12 september 2007: events of a tuesday
What a night! So I felt ill and went home to nap after emailing the professor and letting her know I was missing class. Apparently Joel dropped the class since she's not heard from him at all, so from now on I will be the only one from the UK site. Awkward, but I guess I can get used to it. After the nap I woke feeling a little better and started getting things straightened up at home: litter boxes cleaned and freshened, vacuumed, the guest bed made, and I put up artwork on the walls in that room which I had put off putting up. The paper chains that Phoebe once had and didn't think she had enough room for in her dorm room (someone gave them to her), I strung those up across the ceiling in the guest room, outside that room's door, and one strand going down one wall of the stairs. It looks pretty neat and fun. The room will look great when the chakra collages are back in it. I have one chakra banner hanging in front of the window and that looks pretty neat.
Anyway, so after I got all that done, I found I was bored. I didn't want to read. I played around with the banjo, but I don't know how to tune it just yet to any of the keys so I kinda feel hopeless about it until I have something that'll help me train me ear: the tuner my sister ordered. But I have downloaded some graphics which show chords and I can practice figuring out where my fingers go. I have to say I get frustrated with my fourth finger when I am trying to lay it down on a string and the joint flattens out. I am going to have to figure out how/what to do with that. Maybe that happens to everyone?
So I was bored and I went to the back patio of BC&T with my laptop to meet up with Phoebe, chat, her doing homework, I checking email and thinking about stuff. Then I got some Papaleno's (veg sub) and went home. Waited for Lieselotte to arrive. Took a nap on the couch. She finally arrived around 2 a.m. because she got a late start from WV, was tired and took a brief nap herself, and got lost a little bit in Berea before finding Morning View Rd. Got her settled into her room for the night/morning, and I proceeded to crash into a strange dreamland. I have been waking lately knowing I have had strange dreams and yet not knowing what they were about. Unsettling feeling.
So this morning I dropped her off at the building where they all are to have breakfast and register, then I went home and napped one more hour before getting up and going to work myself. I think I will need to stop having as much coffee and start going to sleep earlier so that I can wake earlier. I keep saying this, but... I'm a nightowl! Its inevitable that I am going to stay up late, especially with other nightowls. :)
So I don't know what to plan for her tonight as I never was able to get in touch with Deborah or Al to see if anyone was up for just jamming for a bit. But she'll have that opportunity on Thursday night at the bluegrass jam too. As far as I can tell she didn't bring her own banjo, just her fiddle.
Its so funny how this all worked out. It was very late that night I went to Clifftop, and very dark because the campsite area is not lit up with lamps. I was listening to this one group playing a banjo, bass, fiddle, mandolin, guitar... and I turned to continue down to "Camp Canada" when in the light I recognized two braids and the outline of a face which looked a little like Lieselotte. It might have been the glasses and the braids, the right height, and possibly posture which I recognized and said, "Lieselotte? Is that you?" haha... It was funny then when we both realized who the other was, and she mentioned the Brushy Fork Institute and needing a place to stay, so I offered my guest room. Just crazy luck, eh? I don't see any problem helping someone out, and I know how expensive hotel rooms are - If I can help a friend, I will.
OK. I just realized I hadn't opened my office window yet. It is after Noon, I am sure IS&S is not going to call and tell me my email's password during lunch, so I am off to BC&T for a bit. Staff meeting at 1 p.m. anyway.
Anyway, so after I got all that done, I found I was bored. I didn't want to read. I played around with the banjo, but I don't know how to tune it just yet to any of the keys so I kinda feel hopeless about it until I have something that'll help me train me ear: the tuner my sister ordered. But I have downloaded some graphics which show chords and I can practice figuring out where my fingers go. I have to say I get frustrated with my fourth finger when I am trying to lay it down on a string and the joint flattens out. I am going to have to figure out how/what to do with that. Maybe that happens to everyone?
So I was bored and I went to the back patio of BC&T with my laptop to meet up with Phoebe, chat, her doing homework, I checking email and thinking about stuff. Then I got some Papaleno's (veg sub) and went home. Waited for Lieselotte to arrive. Took a nap on the couch. She finally arrived around 2 a.m. because she got a late start from WV, was tired and took a brief nap herself, and got lost a little bit in Berea before finding Morning View Rd. Got her settled into her room for the night/morning, and I proceeded to crash into a strange dreamland. I have been waking lately knowing I have had strange dreams and yet not knowing what they were about. Unsettling feeling.
So this morning I dropped her off at the building where they all are to have breakfast and register, then I went home and napped one more hour before getting up and going to work myself. I think I will need to stop having as much coffee and start going to sleep earlier so that I can wake earlier. I keep saying this, but... I'm a nightowl! Its inevitable that I am going to stay up late, especially with other nightowls. :)
So I don't know what to plan for her tonight as I never was able to get in touch with Deborah or Al to see if anyone was up for just jamming for a bit. But she'll have that opportunity on Thursday night at the bluegrass jam too. As far as I can tell she didn't bring her own banjo, just her fiddle.
Its so funny how this all worked out. It was very late that night I went to Clifftop, and very dark because the campsite area is not lit up with lamps. I was listening to this one group playing a banjo, bass, fiddle, mandolin, guitar... and I turned to continue down to "Camp Canada" when in the light I recognized two braids and the outline of a face which looked a little like Lieselotte. It might have been the glasses and the braids, the right height, and possibly posture which I recognized and said, "Lieselotte? Is that you?" haha... It was funny then when we both realized who the other was, and she mentioned the Brushy Fork Institute and needing a place to stay, so I offered my guest room. Just crazy luck, eh? I don't see any problem helping someone out, and I know how expensive hotel rooms are - If I can help a friend, I will.
OK. I just realized I hadn't opened my office window yet. It is after Noon, I am sure IS&S is not going to call and tell me my email's password during lunch, so I am off to BC&T for a bit. Staff meeting at 1 p.m. anyway.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
archive: 11 september 2007: movies and IQ scores
Finally watched Hannibal: Rising last night with Phoebe at Adam's place until the wee hours of the morning. I think that late night cappuccino gave me some weird dreams but I don't remember any of them. The movie was graphic but very sad. The actor who plays the young Hannibal seemed familiar but after looking at imdb.com I am mistaken. I see a lot of foreign films but I haven't seen any of the ones he was in. Anyway....
Got back late, went to sleep, endured strange but forgettable dreams, woke, didn't want to wake up and reset alarm clock, finally get up, do a few things to prepare the guest room, got cleaned up, went to get coffee, and here I am at work burning some CDs for the library directors and archivists I visited back in April - June. The CDs were finally ordered and they have arrived. Yay!
Yesterday my banjo strap arrived! My bumper stickers "I *heart* Mountains" also came in. I already put one on my laptop. I also found a few stickers I had, one for Rasputina, one for Threadless.com, and a couple of those "happy bunny" ones which say "whatever you moron." I haven't decided if I am going to put that one on the laptop or not. Probably, for kicks.
anyway, I have class tonight so I have to drive to Lexington. Leaving around 3pm today. Then Lieselotte will be in town from West Virginia. She's staying at my place for the Brushy Fork Institute this week. Hopefully I can show her around a bit, and hopefully it won't rain on Thursday's bluegrass jam down at the welcome center.
Gah. I feel stupid. We were talking about IQs last night and I couldn't remember what mine was - I know I have a piece of paper with it on it from when I first took the test, but I think when I saw it a few years ago I thought to myself that it was wrong; not accurate. I just feel smarter than what that number suggests. ugh, Oh well. A friend of mine said his was 162. I don't remember what another friend said about her own. I took a test just now online at iqtest.com and it says I scored 114. I don't know how long it took me to take it though, because I didn't see a timer on the screen. I should have set my cell phone alarm clock to 13 minutes. Anyway. BAH HUMBUG!
Got back late, went to sleep, endured strange but forgettable dreams, woke, didn't want to wake up and reset alarm clock, finally get up, do a few things to prepare the guest room, got cleaned up, went to get coffee, and here I am at work burning some CDs for the library directors and archivists I visited back in April - June. The CDs were finally ordered and they have arrived. Yay!
Yesterday my banjo strap arrived! My bumper stickers "I *heart* Mountains" also came in. I already put one on my laptop. I also found a few stickers I had, one for Rasputina, one for Threadless.com, and a couple of those "happy bunny" ones which say "whatever you moron." I haven't decided if I am going to put that one on the laptop or not. Probably, for kicks.
anyway, I have class tonight so I have to drive to Lexington. Leaving around 3pm today. Then Lieselotte will be in town from West Virginia. She's staying at my place for the Brushy Fork Institute this week. Hopefully I can show her around a bit, and hopefully it won't rain on Thursday's bluegrass jam down at the welcome center.
Gah. I feel stupid. We were talking about IQs last night and I couldn't remember what mine was - I know I have a piece of paper with it on it from when I first took the test, but I think when I saw it a few years ago I thought to myself that it was wrong; not accurate. I just feel smarter than what that number suggests. ugh, Oh well. A friend of mine said his was 162. I don't remember what another friend said about her own. I took a test just now online at iqtest.com and it says I scored 114. I don't know how long it took me to take it though, because I didn't see a timer on the screen. I should have set my cell phone alarm clock to 13 minutes. Anyway. BAH HUMBUG!
archive: 11 september 2007: feeling ill
I feel ill. No class for me in Lexington tonight. Naptime instead and then a few minutes cleaning up of the apartment to get things ready for a friend coming down from West Virginia.
My shoulders feel like they're holding boulders. What is up with this?
My shoulders feel like they're holding boulders. What is up with this?
Sunday, September 9, 2007
archive: 9 september 2007: music and friends-family
Last night / early morning was the epitome of what I have been feeling lately. Actually, mixed with Friday night/Saturday morning it is.
Friday night I caught up with Phoebe, drank a little wine, got her a grilled cheese and some coffee, then we went to Cheyan's for a while and watched them play a drinking game (forgot the name of it). Other people came and went, and some beer was drank. I went to go get my wine from home and came back, had a little bit just to relax me in the atmosphere that was going on around me. After while Adam and Shane came by and stayed the rest of the night. Phoebe fell asleep on the couch with us, and Shane slept on the other couch. Adam and I spent time talking about 80s and 90s pop culture, history, literature, and whatnot. I felt good spending this time with friends, 'cause we all were making sure Phoebe was all right, like real friends do.
Saturday night/Sunday morning Phoebe and I met up to listen to Mudpi play at Ground Effects. Apparently there were at least 3 parties going on last night but sometimes there's just not an interest in a party scene but a good and comfortable home in a low-key all-are-loved atmosphere. Family circle. We ended up at Glen's to chat and listen to whoever wanted to strum and sing. Carol, Robert, Glen, Jessa, Nate, Phoebe, and me. We listened to John play with his mom Dale Ann Bradley and others on the Grand Ole Opry show. That was great, us all imagining how excited he might be on that stage for the first time. Then there was more music jamming and singing along. Jessa played on her ukulele a song I think I had heard before but I am not sure. It sounded a little familiar: Greg Brown's "Waitin' On You." It sounded great with her soft voice singing it. I totally fell into the lyrics; I was feeling them. So I have added that to my profile's music player. That would be another song I would like to learn to play. Lyrics below.
My sister bought a strap and a tuner for my birthday and they should be arriving here soon. I have a few things I found online that shows banjo chords, and I know that several of the songs I want to learn are supposed to be tuned to an open G. So... I will figure some of this out even if I think I know nothing about it. ;)
"Waitin' on You" - by Greg Brown
Waiting on you, waiting on you,
is about all I do.
Another night, another day,
I'm waiting on you.
& I don't know why I
keep waiting on you.
Make up your mind, make up your mind,
why don't you?
It'd be kind, it'd be kinder,
you know it's true.
& I don't know why I
keep waiting on you.
Yes or no, yes or no,
what's it gonna be?
I can't live on dreams & fantasy.
& I don't know why I
keep waiting on you.
One of these days I'm gonna go away from this
without a why, without a cry, without a kiss.
Then you'll know what it is with this deal.
& then you'll feel what it is that I feel.
& even if you don't
at least I won't
be waiting on you.
Waiting on you, waiting on you,
is about all I do.
Another night, another day,
I'm waiting on you.
& I don't know why I
keep waiting on you.
No I don't know why I
keep waiting on you.
No I don't know why I
keep waiting on you.
--- I love it.
Friday night I caught up with Phoebe, drank a little wine, got her a grilled cheese and some coffee, then we went to Cheyan's for a while and watched them play a drinking game (forgot the name of it). Other people came and went, and some beer was drank. I went to go get my wine from home and came back, had a little bit just to relax me in the atmosphere that was going on around me. After while Adam and Shane came by and stayed the rest of the night. Phoebe fell asleep on the couch with us, and Shane slept on the other couch. Adam and I spent time talking about 80s and 90s pop culture, history, literature, and whatnot. I felt good spending this time with friends, 'cause we all were making sure Phoebe was all right, like real friends do.
Saturday night/Sunday morning Phoebe and I met up to listen to Mudpi play at Ground Effects. Apparently there were at least 3 parties going on last night but sometimes there's just not an interest in a party scene but a good and comfortable home in a low-key all-are-loved atmosphere. Family circle. We ended up at Glen's to chat and listen to whoever wanted to strum and sing. Carol, Robert, Glen, Jessa, Nate, Phoebe, and me. We listened to John play with his mom Dale Ann Bradley and others on the Grand Ole Opry show. That was great, us all imagining how excited he might be on that stage for the first time. Then there was more music jamming and singing along. Jessa played on her ukulele a song I think I had heard before but I am not sure. It sounded a little familiar: Greg Brown's "Waitin' On You." It sounded great with her soft voice singing it. I totally fell into the lyrics; I was feeling them. So I have added that to my profile's music player. That would be another song I would like to learn to play. Lyrics below.
My sister bought a strap and a tuner for my birthday and they should be arriving here soon. I have a few things I found online that shows banjo chords, and I know that several of the songs I want to learn are supposed to be tuned to an open G. So... I will figure some of this out even if I think I know nothing about it. ;)
"Waitin' on You" - by Greg Brown
Waiting on you, waiting on you,
is about all I do.
Another night, another day,
I'm waiting on you.
& I don't know why I
keep waiting on you.
Make up your mind, make up your mind,
why don't you?
It'd be kind, it'd be kinder,
you know it's true.
& I don't know why I
keep waiting on you.
Yes or no, yes or no,
what's it gonna be?
I can't live on dreams & fantasy.
& I don't know why I
keep waiting on you.
One of these days I'm gonna go away from this
without a why, without a cry, without a kiss.
Then you'll know what it is with this deal.
& then you'll feel what it is that I feel.
& even if you don't
at least I won't
be waiting on you.
Waiting on you, waiting on you,
is about all I do.
Another night, another day,
I'm waiting on you.
& I don't know why I
keep waiting on you.
No I don't know why I
keep waiting on you.
No I don't know why I
keep waiting on you.
--- I love it.
Friday, September 7, 2007
archive: 7 september 2007: missing people
I am feeling a little... unsure, restless, uncertain.... A little antsy and worried. Nothing really to be worried about. I'm just feeling in-between things, confused. Its these moments when I'd really like to be held.
I kinda want to go for a walk but it is too hot for that. Maybe in the early morning hours.
I miss people right now... Particular ones....
Alison - because we'd talk about anything from Mississippi writers to New Yorker articles, some documentary to Mediterranean food. It was great working with her those few short months before I left MS for KY. I haven't heard from her since she moved to TX.
Michael - he just left for Europe and England on the 3rd, but he went to western Kentucky two weeks earlier. I miss our conversations about poets and poetry in general, the tiny tidbits he'd share about his life and past, and how very similar we are. He says he'll write from England. That'll be nice, and he'll still be a reader of my poetry collection once I get it ready for readers to critique.
Jessie - 'cause there's no replacing my morning cappuccinos and she's just great like that. She endured some of my randomness chatter. Seattle better be treating her swell. I haven't heard from her in a while.
Kierca - How we chatted at the coffee shop all the time about this and that. She's moved to NC and I don't hear or see her often.
Alicia - 'cause she's the princess of bright colors and smiles.
Erynn - Although I can email her any time and she'll respond with some chatter right back, I miss the fun we had traveling to music festivals in eastern KY and WV. Driving her around, getting lost, regaining patience in moments of uncertainty... Normally I'd get really worrisome and somewhat panicked, but she pretty much taught me that everything will generally work out. And it was because of her and those travels that I truly was exposed and grew to love old time fiddle and banjo music, plus wanting to learn to play the banjo.
Carole - 'Cause she was a spontaneous unpredictable friend who was around for some ups-and-downs, those times when I needed to just chill, listen to Bob Dylan or Leonard Cohen, watch a movie, go shopping, go driving around town.
I kinda want to go for a walk but it is too hot for that. Maybe in the early morning hours.
I miss people right now... Particular ones....
Alison - because we'd talk about anything from Mississippi writers to New Yorker articles, some documentary to Mediterranean food. It was great working with her those few short months before I left MS for KY. I haven't heard from her since she moved to TX.
Michael - he just left for Europe and England on the 3rd, but he went to western Kentucky two weeks earlier. I miss our conversations about poets and poetry in general, the tiny tidbits he'd share about his life and past, and how very similar we are. He says he'll write from England. That'll be nice, and he'll still be a reader of my poetry collection once I get it ready for readers to critique.
Jessie - 'cause there's no replacing my morning cappuccinos and she's just great like that. She endured some of my randomness chatter. Seattle better be treating her swell. I haven't heard from her in a while.
Kierca - How we chatted at the coffee shop all the time about this and that. She's moved to NC and I don't hear or see her often.
Alicia - 'cause she's the princess of bright colors and smiles.
Erynn - Although I can email her any time and she'll respond with some chatter right back, I miss the fun we had traveling to music festivals in eastern KY and WV. Driving her around, getting lost, regaining patience in moments of uncertainty... Normally I'd get really worrisome and somewhat panicked, but she pretty much taught me that everything will generally work out. And it was because of her and those travels that I truly was exposed and grew to love old time fiddle and banjo music, plus wanting to learn to play the banjo.
Carole - 'Cause she was a spontaneous unpredictable friend who was around for some ups-and-downs, those times when I needed to just chill, listen to Bob Dylan or Leonard Cohen, watch a movie, go shopping, go driving around town.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
archive: 6 september 2007: too late
Oh shit.
I forgot about the two letters of recommendation for the KFW grant application. And it is due tomorrow (postmark tomorrow) so... I am S-O-L.
Oh well. That sucks. Not like I really would have gotten it anyway, but it would have been nice and a big help in the Spring. I shouldn't have gotten myself so busy with other things and should have gotten this application done a lot earlier. And anyway, I am supposed to submit a sample. I would have tried to make a sample of what I want to do, but it would have been rushed and wouldn't have looked as good as I would have liked. Damnit. I did this to myself.
I forgot about the two letters of recommendation for the KFW grant application. And it is due tomorrow (postmark tomorrow) so... I am S-O-L.
Oh well. That sucks. Not like I really would have gotten it anyway, but it would have been nice and a big help in the Spring. I shouldn't have gotten myself so busy with other things and should have gotten this application done a lot earlier. And anyway, I am supposed to submit a sample. I would have tried to make a sample of what I want to do, but it would have been rushed and wouldn't have looked as good as I would have liked. Damnit. I did this to myself.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
archive: 5 september 2007: cheese
spending time, spending time,
intellectual ramble and jamble,
a book remembered fondly,
a movie recollected happily,
a few laughs and a smile:
these are the things that
make me smile inside.
--------------
cheesy. And not a good poem at all. bleh.
Speaking of cheese... I want loads of it. I want a LOT of cheese. I am hungry for cheese. Cheddar, feta, colby.... cheese! I am feeling cheesy. I agree with Phoebe - we need a Cheez Whiz night. It should be paired either with a very cheesy movie or some cheesy game. Must be a cheesy night. :)
intellectual ramble and jamble,
a book remembered fondly,
a movie recollected happily,
a few laughs and a smile:
these are the things that
make me smile inside.
--------------
cheesy. And not a good poem at all. bleh.
Speaking of cheese... I want loads of it. I want a LOT of cheese. I am hungry for cheese. Cheddar, feta, colby.... cheese! I am feeling cheesy. I agree with Phoebe - we need a Cheez Whiz night. It should be paired either with a very cheesy movie or some cheesy game. Must be a cheesy night. :)
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
archive: 4 september 2007: readings and class work
So I got most of my first assignment for my class done. Yes, I said "most." I procrastinated. I really should have started reading and making notes last Wednesday and Thursday, played around over the weekend and worked more on it yesterday. So much reading! And many of the articles were very dry and dull. I liked the last three I had to read because they dealt with archives and access in particular while the earlier articles dealt with information retrieval, indexing, database studies, research keywords and whatnot, etc. blah! The assignment was to read ten articles plus listen to one .mp3 file. Then to make notes on each article in a particular format the professors prefers. I got nine of the ten articles mostly read but commented on them all after skimming through some of them sporadically, and several of them I skimmed thoroughly. I have not had access to the .mp3 file though. It may be possible to get it from my one classmate tonight. Oh well. The tenth article I didn't complete because (1) I ran out of time and (2) the file was corrupt and I didn't discover this until late last night. So... maybe I better get on task for the next assignment. :)
I am leaving for Lexington right before 4 p.m. so that I can get up there in time. An hour should be enough time, surely, but maybe I should leave at 3:30 p.m.? I am not yet sure. Class start at 5 p.m.
Here's a list of what I read (or was supposed to read):
1. Croft, Bruce, "What do people want from information retrieval?" D-Lib Magazine, Nov., 1995. http://www.dlib.org/dlib/november95/11croft.html
2. Bates, Marcia J., Deborah N. Wilde, and Susan Siegfried, "An analysis of search terminology used by humanities scholars: the Getty Online Searching Project report number 1." Library Quarterly, 63:1 (January 1993) pp. 1-39.
3. Siegfried, Susan, Marcia J. Bates, and Deborah N. Wilde, "A profile of end-user searching behavior by humanities scholars: the Getty Online Search Project report No. 2." JASIS 44(5):273-291, 1993.
4. Bates, Marcia J., "The design of browsing and berrypicking techniques for the online search interface." Online Review, 3:5 (1989), pp. 407-424.
5. Bates, Marcia J. "Indexing and access for digital libraries and the internet: human, database, and domain factors." JASIS, 46:13 (1998), pp. 1185-1205.
6. Duff, Wendy M. and Catherine A. Johnson, "Accidentally found on purpose: information-seeking behavior of historians in archives." Library Quarterly, 72:4 (April, 2002), pp. 472-496.
7. Czeck, Rita L. H., "Archival MARC records and finding aids in the context of end-user subject access to archival collections." American Archivist, 61 (Fall, 1998), 426-440.
8. Prom, Christopher J., "User interactions with electronic finding aids in a controlled setting." American Archivist, 67 (Fall/Winter, 2004) pp. 234-268.
9. Johnson, Catherine A. and Wendy M. Duff, "Chatting Up the Archivist: Social Capital and the Archival Researcher" American Archivist, 68 (Spring/Summer, 2005) 113-129.
10. Hedstrom, Margaret, et al " 'The older version flickers more': digital preservation from the user's perspective." American Archivist, 69 (Spring/Summer, 2006) 159-187.
11. Merrilee Proffitt – SAA 2006 Session 604: "Finding Aids: the Next Generation"
I am leaving for Lexington right before 4 p.m. so that I can get up there in time. An hour should be enough time, surely, but maybe I should leave at 3:30 p.m.? I am not yet sure. Class start at 5 p.m.
Here's a list of what I read (or was supposed to read):
1. Croft, Bruce, "What do people want from information retrieval?" D-Lib Magazine, Nov., 1995. http://www.dlib.org/dlib/november95/11croft.html
2. Bates, Marcia J., Deborah N. Wilde, and Susan Siegfried, "An analysis of search terminology used by humanities scholars: the Getty Online Searching Project report number 1." Library Quarterly, 63:1 (January 1993) pp. 1-39.
3. Siegfried, Susan, Marcia J. Bates, and Deborah N. Wilde, "A profile of end-user searching behavior by humanities scholars: the Getty Online Search Project report No. 2." JASIS 44(5):273-291, 1993.
4. Bates, Marcia J., "The design of browsing and berrypicking techniques for the online search interface." Online Review, 3:5 (1989), pp. 407-424.
5. Bates, Marcia J. "Indexing and access for digital libraries and the internet: human, database, and domain factors." JASIS, 46:13 (1998), pp. 1185-1205.
6. Duff, Wendy M. and Catherine A. Johnson, "Accidentally found on purpose: information-seeking behavior of historians in archives." Library Quarterly, 72:4 (April, 2002), pp. 472-496.
7. Czeck, Rita L. H., "Archival MARC records and finding aids in the context of end-user subject access to archival collections." American Archivist, 61 (Fall, 1998), 426-440.
8. Prom, Christopher J., "User interactions with electronic finding aids in a controlled setting." American Archivist, 67 (Fall/Winter, 2004) pp. 234-268.
9. Johnson, Catherine A. and Wendy M. Duff, "Chatting Up the Archivist: Social Capital and the Archival Researcher" American Archivist, 68 (Spring/Summer, 2005) 113-129.
10. Hedstrom, Margaret, et al " 'The older version flickers more': digital preservation from the user's perspective." American Archivist, 69 (Spring/Summer, 2006) 159-187.
11. Merrilee Proffitt – SAA 2006 Session 604: "Finding Aids: the Next Generation"
archive: 4 september 2007: don't let me get me
I want to say Thank You to everyone who wished me a happy birthday and to those who I spent time with on Sunday celebrating just by hanging out and having a good time: Phoebe, Adam, Shane, Cheyan, Emmy, Tiffany, Mike, Indy Laura, Tristan, and whoever else was around for a smile on Sunday.
I am sorry I let me get me (yes, that's a Pink reference & I don't even own a CD of hers) and that I got a bit sad later on in the night. I guess I needed to let out some of what was built up inside. Some of you got to know a little more about me and what's been going on inside my head the last month or so without asking for it. ahh... Its not all sad, just confusing and complicated. I wish everything was simpler.
Oh.. and by the way, I HATE BILLS!
I am sorry I let me get me (yes, that's a Pink reference & I don't even own a CD of hers) and that I got a bit sad later on in the night. I guess I needed to let out some of what was built up inside. Some of you got to know a little more about me and what's been going on inside my head the last month or so without asking for it. ahh... Its not all sad, just confusing and complicated. I wish everything was simpler.
Oh.. and by the way, I HATE BILLS!
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