lookingland: (star)
( Dec. 11th, 2007 08:11 am)
on friday, Father Jim at Dappled Things announced that he was shutting down his blog. Father Jim's blog had inspired me, showed me a side of blogging that was engaging, informational, and fun. five years later, his reasons for shutting down make perfect sense to me and though i am very sorry to see him go, i completely understand. frankly, i am surprised some blogs last as long as they do.

on Wednesday i give my final presentation on encoded archival description. next thursday i graduate.

today, i am shutting down this blog. not forever. i expect to come back in the new year in some form or another. by then i hope to have my thoughts more organized, my goals more clearly defined. in the meantime, you know where to find me on messenger or email if you wish to (and i welcome you to contact me if you desire).

happy holidays to all. much, much love to you in the Christmas season.

~ be kind to one another and to the world.

: D

lookingland: (penguins)
( Dec. 7th, 2007 11:10 am)
guess i have gone into hibernation mode. days away from my final presentation (which i have somehow managed to make about J. F. Hartranft ~ yes, i amaze myself sometimes), i am not thinking much about anything except finishing school and getting to the holiday. so i am sorry for my absence, though i can't promise i will be much better in the coming weeks.

for the [livejournal.com profile] bookchallenge:

no. 63 ~ Child of God by Cormac McCarthy. i had tried to read McCarthy many years ago and couldn't get beyond the first four pages. had better luck this time, though with mixed results. loved the writing, but the story was rather, hmmm, gross? basically it's about a sorta crazy loner who, increasingly isolated, becomes a serial killer who practices necrophilia with his victims. lots of beautiful language for such an ugly story. i feel sort of meh about it overall in the end. not recommended for the squeamish.
i have a couple more books i would like to finish before the end of the year, but overall i am pleased that i read as many as i did. i know some of you out there read a gazillion books a year, but i am a pretty lazy reader and while i can occasionally read a really good book in one sitting, i am more inclined to take weeks and weeks to get through something. i've been reading Quicksilver since last Christmas and i may or may not finish it by the 31st (i am thinking "not" at the this point, but miracles do happen).

as with every year, i want to write a Christmas story. i have one in mind (nothing fancy), but i will prolly get started on it this weekend. in the meantime, here's a nice holiday picture for you to enjoy!

Troika on St. Petersburg Street
19th Century
Carl von Hampeln (1808-1880 Russian)
lookingland: (snow)
( Dec. 2nd, 2007 07:35 am)
hot cocoa and grilled cheese for breakfast. i guess, after an interminable summer and only the briefest of autumns, winter is finally here. we had a nice heavy snowfall yesterday and today it's blue and silent. alaska looks better and better all the time. i have my last weekend class (ever) today. the campus is gorgeous in the snow. i wanted to share this picture of the duck pond so you could see it. i didn't take the picture, but that's what it looks like right now.

i have been trying to catch up on my f-list, but i fear i won't, so please let me know if i missed anything huge in my absence (i feel as though i have been gone forever). congratulations to all you NaNo winners and attempters! bravo on many many words! i'm hoping to finish my school stuff this week so i can get back to writing. classes end on the 12th, but i am ready to be done now.

it occurred to me, going through my to-do list that i was hoping to finish a more complete, coherent draft of In the Pursuance of Said Conspiracy by the end of december. i don't know that i will, but i would like to get that pile of mess organized in some fashion to work on it during the holiday break. of course, it's been so long since i touched it, i feel like i am going to have to start all over again to refresh myself with the research. ugh. i knew that would happen. details, man. endless details.

in reading: for the [livejournal.com profile] 50bookchallenge:

no. 62 ~ Sin Killer by Larry McMurtry. i read Lonesome Dove nearly twenty years ago (the fact that i can even say this makes me cringe and my paperbackcopy is piss yellow from acidity). i thought i would give another of his books a try. this one is the first in a tetralogy about the Berrybender clan. Tasmin Berrybender is the daughter of a wealthy english lord who takes his family on a wild hunting trek in the west. she can't stand her own clan, so strikes out on her own and falls in with the Sin Killer, a white fella raised by both indians and a preacher, whose mix of holy terror and no-nonsense frontiersmanship is both dangerous and charming. the book is absurd (and meant to be: it's a parody of western mythology of sorts). not sure how much i like it. well enough to want to read the second one, i guess, but i'm not madly in love with it.

i guess it might be obvious that i have fallen out of posting on lj. i expect i will be back to it once the semester is over. i am glad december is finally here. happy Advent to all of my Catholic flisters (and why not all you heathens and heretics as well!). you are all in my happy thoughts.

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i continue to struggle with color envy. i want oooo shiny colors like on Phoenix Requiem, but i am utterly incapable of working with a palette, it seems. i dunno. maybe this coming weekend i could try some things, but i feel like every time i start messing with digital coloring, i just get up crick without a paddle. monotones are safer.

it's sort of weird telling the story this way. i am developing some anxiety about the structure, but i'll try to keep that hound at bay as long as i can. i have a lot of thumbnails worked out in a general sense, but there are still holes here and there that i need to work on and i am sort of itchy at how much work this is (have i mentioned that i am lazy?). but really, it's not the degree of work that's frustrating so as much as it is just the slowness of it: i put in a lot of hours on the weekend and even though i did a lot, it ain't moving fast enough.

and the semester is starting to creep, school-wise, so pretty soon midterms are going to be biting in me in b-hind. but once turkey day is here, it's all over (yay!), though i am not looking forward to the whole job-hunting/moving process.

anyway...not much to say lately, i guess. busy in my head, i s'pose. and that's not necessarily a bad thing.

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about school: i somehow managed to make my 15-page research paper about the Lincoln assassination (i can't decide if it's a gift or a sickness, really). sarah vowell would be proud ~ not of the grade i am sure to get, but hey, it's finished and now i can drag my exhausted self to the next thing.

about work: Eleison is going slow. but going.

about characters: i'm still reading Behrens' The Law of Dreams, also going slow. main character fergus has joined the bog boys. the story is losing appeal for me. fergus so far hasn't proved to be compelling enough to keep my attention. he doesn't seem to do anything particularly inneresting. this is especially striking in the scene in which he and a pal come upon a dying horse. the pal picks up a large stone and drops it on the horse's head to kill it. fergus just watches. the character is so disaffected you neither feel sorry for him, or outraged, or anything ~ leastways i don't. i like a good disaffected character (my own Lewis Fletcher behaves this way most of the time; to the point that other people think he's dead inside ~ but it's important to me that we know he's struggling, always). i'm sort of missing any glint of humanity that might make me care whether fergus gets his next meal and that's a big problem for me story-wise.

~ * ~

in pursuance (five days left!): wrote my first Mr. Hanty scene (finally found the right "in" for him) last night. i have a feeling he will amuse me muchly. he's so...hmmm...teutonic? that's victorian for bullheaded and angsty.

and why this is funny to me is anybody's guess.

i think, of all the characters, i may just feel the sorriest for him on some levels. he seems to have the knack for always being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and yet still manages to land on his feet.

no darlings to report. the draft of the scene is quite drafty. Czar NastyOwlFace makes a very brief appearance just to be nasty and owly (i suppose that's redundant).

and speaking of Mr. Hanty, his letterbooks have arrived (two weeks early!) and were awaiting me at the post office this morning (they were delivered on saturday but i wasn't here to receive them). this is why, by the way, i'm barely writing Hanty's scenes so late in the game. most of his stuff i can shoehorn in to the structure without a problem. his interaction with the other characters is pretty well plotted. it's what he does when he's off on his own that i don't have a handle on yet (but which the letterbooks will determine ~ on a day-to-day basis). i won't put my hope up too high for anything earth-shattering, but then i find all manner of joy in the mundane perhaps most of all. and so far as i'm concerned, the banal day-to-day operation is plenty sufficient to hang story points on.

and yay! this concludes the amassing of source material. there is nothing else out there that i need or desire at this point (yes, please check both ways for winged pigs). i literally giggled obscenely when i took the reel out of the box this morning (snert!).

microfilm yummy goodness for the geekily-inclined, cut for being a whole bunch of huge )

i have not had a chance but to slap the reel on the reader and look at the contents, but already i can tell it's brimming with fun stuff. in this report (for May 5th), he announces the arrival of Dr. Mudd and 18 year-old Capt. Willie Jett (c.s.a. ~ one of Mosby's guerrillas who helped Booth and Herold cross the Rappahannock). he also talks about Mrs. Surratt (no. 157 who is moved to no. 200) and how she is not eating her food.

a brief (pun unintended) word about underwear: in this same report (the only one i got to read ~ picked at random) Hanty mentions about how they couldn't give prisoner 161 fresh underwear after his bath because the rivets on the chains of his feet prevented them (everyone else seems to have gotten fresh undies, so it's not clear whether they attempted to remove the chains or if it was just a given that they couldn't come off) ~ but it nonetheless answers about 862 other questions i had about bathing the prisoners and changing their clothes. not sure at this point who prisoner 161 is, but when i have a chance to study it, I should be able to find out.

so yeah, expect to hear all manner of lalalala about this nonsense for quite some time.

~ * ~

i am soooo looking forward to the 4th of july. a whole day to do nothing but write. i'm locking myself up in the house with a twelve-pack of diet Coke and not ceasing until this thing is done done done (well, almost done ~ i technically have until saturday night to make my deadline).

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ughhh, i have been in class all day today (and still have an hour and a half to go) and i haven't written my research paper that's due tomorrow, and i just want to die all over the place. the good news is, the instructor cut one of the major projects from the syllabus ~ yay.

is everyone else having a happy sattidy?

picture of the day:a detail of Poppet from john hanshew's sketches that appeared in Harper's Weekly:

so far as i know, this is one of the only pictures
of the counsel that ever graced the newspapers
(Aiken is the other lawyer in the pict ~ i cropped him).

the lawyers were by and large dismissed by the public who were more interested in the sensationalism of the prisoners themselves. George Alfred Townsend wrote, "The counsel for the accused strike me as being commonplace lawyers. They either have no chance or no pluck to assert the dignity of their profession." interesting, considering some of the spirited arguments that go on throughout the trial.

anyway, Poppet looks kinda pissed off in this illustration. but then i suppose he may have had cause given the case, first of all ~ and secondly it was the middle of summer in the 100 degree heat. i'm sure being trapped in a room packed with sweaty people and half the world against you might put you in a foul temper.
crazy dreams last night:
polar bears
ponies with no brakes
sesame crackers.
crazy stuff.
in school and life:

i have a research paper due on sunday and yesterday i finally came up with a topic. so now that Jack no. 1 is finished and off to the printer, i can actually do my homework. i don't think Eleison no, 4 will be done until next week, but i can't work on it now because i'm waiting on paintings from my brother. so for the next day or so, my time is my own ~ yay!

in other non-writing reading:

just to show that i'm not a totally obsessed human being, i'm reading behren's The Law of Dreams, which was recommended by [livejournal.com profile] inkidink. i don't think i love it as much as moo moo loves it, but i'm enjoying the journey so far (only about 50 pages in).

in pursuance:

in the evenings i've been scanning Poore (just the relevant sections). i'm so sick of looking at it, i figure i better make a copy since i have to send it back to its library home and i'm sure i won't be finished needing it before its july due date.

i purposely have not been writing. read parts of Between the Lines: Secret Service Stories Told Fifty Years After, which was hilarious on some levels (oh betty, where you get your ideas!), and parts of Come Retribution, which finally cleared up for me a question i'd had forever and a day about how they knew who had done it so quickly. it was the horse! the one-eyed horse that Chammy left wandering. the stabler knew who he had loaned it to. that pretty much makes it the Chammy's fault that all of them went to the gallows (how's that for irony). so, betty, how clever was he anyway? i really should stop snarking on betty ~ but i don't know how she can claim "trauma" or "ruse" when his stupidity is so well documented outside of that prison and when it causes so much havoc where a smart agent would have been, well, smart.

but that's the extent of any sort of research i've done. like i said, i'm not writing. i'm just letting everything settle in like gumbo in the hopes that if it simmers a while, it'll be all cooked up and ready to serve when i get back to it. (which will prolly be this weekend). i've already designated july 4th a total writing day, so i'm looking forward to that. doubt i'll manage to squeeze whole book out by the 7th, but i'd be happy with a thin start-to-finish of about 25-30k to get things rolling. i said "draft", didn't say how breezy!

and oh what the hoo, i'll attempt the week's [livejournal.com profile] writers_five it in the spirit of the challenge.

answering for Poppet )

in conclusion:

i'll prolly upload a picture of the day later this afternoon. happy thursday all!

: D
one more week of school and then maybe i get something like my life back. i'm dying here, folks. sorry i've been so neglectful.

i'm behind on the writing, but am almost finished with the next installment of Reconstruction (i'll hopefully catch up tomorrow).

The Company We Keep: this scene: "Undesirable".
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scene synop: emmaline sets out on an unsuccessful crusade to get the local ladies to stop being bigoted prigs about who they allow in their church.

Noreen Kress, freshly arrived from the city only the day before with her husband, bustled in late to the meeting. She wore a coat trimmed with ermine and seemed to have sharpened her nose over the holiday.

mean things: another platterful of random meanness ~ mostly a huge helping of racism side-by-side with an order of paranoid religious despotism. probably the most interesting thing about writing this was discovering Sandy's prejudices against the local prostitutes and how vocal he is about this, not realizing that the ladies pretty much lump him into the lot with them. bigotry is an interesting animal.

no random fun fact today. brain is too dead to conjure.

i did the dishes this morning, but the refrigerator is empty and the laundry is waiting and everything seems like a huge mess right now. but tulips are blooming, so all is right in the world.

hope everyone is well ~ !

: o p
the book encountered a number of increase setbacks over the holiday and now looks to be hovering at $38.50. that's about how i feel as well: $38.50.

don't have much to say about the holiday itself. merry belated Christmas, f-list.

i've been trying to gear up the energy to work on the website, but it's a depressing lot of work, so i poke at it for a few pages and then, disheartened, wander off to look for something less exhausting to do. tonight i got as far as building a home page menu. that's not a whole lot of far. i think i know what i want for the new press page and the new Recon pages, but i'm just dragging.

i got an A- in that class i blew off. you have no idea how depressing that is.

and that's pretty much all i have to say without sounding like eeyore on a rainy day, so i'm going to go find the joy now.

tomorrow i'll report on movies and books.
i purposely didn't get on the 'puter all day yesterday ~ i feel compelled to apologize to my flist (livejournal can get so obligatory, can't it?). and then i feel bad because i have read a lot of your entries, but didn't respond because i was busy elsewhere in my head.

anyway, i apologize. for what it's worth.

~ * ~

i'm 2k away from finishing NaNo. big whoop. congrats to the rest of you who are sticking it out in a more committed fashion!

i've been working on painting stuff and trying to get Eleison in order. I'm also trying to breakdown, compositionally, pages for Jack because we were supposed to debut this in 2006 and it would appear the year is coming to a close.

all that and i have been thinking about Beeton's dime novels lately. we had a tour of the Anderson Library special collections (got to see a copy of the Nuremberg Chronicle up close and personal, even ~ squeeee!). Anyway, the Anderson Library has a large collection of Sherlock Holmes materials, including Beeton's first appearance of the character in A Study in Scarlet from 1887 and another copy that was in the library of the Tzarina of Russia (and allegedly among her possessions when the family was executed).

at any rate, this got my mind turned back in on the whole dime novel thing, which i have ruminated over in the past (and which was my original desired concept for Reconstruction except i chickened out on doing it). i'm thinking seriously of picking up this thread and trying to start again on this particular quilt. see, i don't think i will find a solution to the narrative problem that i continue to tangle with. i've come to the conclusion that there is no fast and easy solution, that i simply must choose a "box" and start packing this thing into it or else it will never get done. i don't know why i continuously talk myself out of my ideas, but this is definitely case-in-point.

all that remains is deciding whether there is one box or several (divided by epoch, for example, or by some aristotelian sense of unity), what goes in the box (in terms of regular content to be indexed), and what wrapping to give it (ooo pretty covers!).

and that's as far as i've gotten with this idea because it's about here that i always get stuck on the same problem of chronology.

so here's question about spoilers (please elaborate in a post):

American Beauty begins with the narrator explaining that he's about to be dead very soon. so we know he dies. i think it works anyway, but any story that begins at the end and then employs flashbacks can potentially tell "too much" and spoil certain aspects of the drama (i know [livejournal.com profile] bachsoprano is wrassling with this issue as well). john knowles frequently employs an authorial intrusion (i'm thinking specifically of The French Lieutenant's Woman) that tells us what's going to happen (my favorite moment in the book is when it "ends" halfway through and the narrator says [paraphrasing here] ~ "well you know that can't be the real ending because you can clearly see there's so many pages left" ~ brilliant).

anyway, what do you think? is this maddening and destructive to the enjoyment of a story for you?

let's poll!

[Poll #871087]
i made a vague feint at doing my homework in the off hours. i think i'll do passably for wednesday's class, but thursday's is a wash. it's pretty pitiful.

i won a $20 gift card for b&n at work. i think i will order the third Montmorency with it.

so the kite thing i promised to post yesterday: it's very simple, really:
we fly kites to send a message by the patterns and dips. some people watch the kite to read the signal, some just watch the movement and the colors ~ because they think that's what it's all about.

don't quote me on this because my memory is fuzzy, but i also believe that the word "kite" in Nahautl means both kite and butterfly ~ the butterfly being a symbol of rebirth, etc. (sort of in the way that literary creations are born out of the union between writer and audience).

anyway, fornes went on to discuss the dynamics of color ~ one adjacent to another ~ and the effect it creates. she also talked about style being a personal imprint, like a fingerprint: you don't choose it and no two are alike.

i spent a lot of time with fornes in dc and discovered she's mostly insane (how shattering it is to have your heroes be so fallible after all), and yet none of that changes the fact of what she's written, the impact she's had on the theatre, on writers like me (an impact which will continue). in many ways, despite her lunacy, i felt validated one-hundredfold by her absolute humanness, her insecurity, her jealousy, and the way in which she obstinately refused to see the world on other people's terms.

man, i'm talking about her like she's dead. hahahahahaha ~

tomorrow: NaNo.

gentlemen (and gentlewomen) start your engines!


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i'm doing my homework.

i thought it was going to be this huge difficult pain in the rear so i was putting it off, but it turns out it's a piece of cake (so now i'm goofing around in another way) ~ it's all good: two more pages of an essay and i'm done. cataloging is easy! but then i have a brain for minutiae.

~ * ~

i started writing this long post about "buddy stories" and the curse of homoeroticism, but i think that's kinda heavy for a holiday monday. i thought it might be good because it's memorial day and people would be all agreeable about what i was ranting about...oh well, maybe i'll post it tomorrow.

~ * ~

i'm so addled by the heat (what's with the record temps? didn't i move to minnesota to get away from this weather?), that i banged my head on the shelf in the kitchen when i leaned to fill thee dogfood bowl.

now i have a dehydration/concussion headache.

~ * ~

writer's workshop today yielded no rotten fruit thrown in my general direction, so i feel mildly okay with the new start for the book. mildly. it feels heavy on the exposition and history junk. i like my description of General Winder getting blown up, but the rest of it feels dry to me. it could be that i'm just saturated to the gills with having spent the week reading official battle reports. i'll let it sit and move forward.

this poor handsome devil
is the first croaker named in my book.
happy memorial day to you,
General Charles Sidney Winder, CSA (1829-1862).
He was class of 1850 at West Point.
KIA, Battle of Cedar Run (Slaughter Mountain).
32 years old.

and it begins to rain! relief! thank you God!

: D
lookingland: (octopus)
( Apr. 24th, 2006 08:42 pm)
i am writing my final exam essays.

i'm finding myself utterly resistent. i'd rather be cleaning my kitchen floor with my toothbrush (does anyone else often think they would rather work digging trenches for a living than a job that requires any drain whatsoever on their brain ~ an organ better suited, of course, to doing anything but the intellectually menial task at hand).

it's okay. i'm halfway done. i'll prolly finish tonight if i keep at it (taking frequent breaks so as not to cause a psychic dent in the continuum out of sheer obstinacy of will). i swore i would apply myself this time around, but cummulative finals always just irritate me. some things don't change.

i didn't get much sleep last night with the dog getting me up at 2 a.m. to hack up a hair ball (i must be the only dog-owner whose dog had hair balls ~ i swear, she's part cat). but anyway, so that's contributing to my pokey pace and grim aspect. i keep telling myself if i would just finish the thing i'd be done and then i can go do all sorts of other, more fun things.

it's not really working, though. and i even bought soda because i had run out last night.

the saddest part is: i'm gonna get a lousy grade on this and i mostly don't care. so, so bad.

: o p

~ * ~

in other news, i just have to share this fun site 19th Century Children & What They Read ~ wonderful resource of old texts (both educational and leisure-reading) as well as plenty of contemporary articles on child-rearing, the deleterious effects of adventure fiction on impressionable minds, and other oddities. i came across this among my bookmarks ~ i'd forgotten i had it.

of particular interest are casual Adoption Advertisments in the Times and a great sampling of articles, etc. from Robert Merry's Museum (published 1841-1872).

there's a little bit of everything here: moralising, superstition, nauseating patriotism, and my favorite description of a sentimental victorian poem of them all:
"William, the Negro Boy" (April 1849), by Jane L. Gray, extolls the heroism of William Patterson, who apparently died in Easton, Pennsylvania, while saving other boys from drowning. The author's lapses into condescension tell us something about 19th-century attitudes -- and bad poetry.

and this ~ ! this here:

One woman, sulkier than the rest,
Would still refuse her food--
Hark! hark! e'en now I hear her cries!
I see her in her blood!

They flung her overboard--poor wretch,
She rested from her pain;
But when, O when! O blessed God,
Shall I have rest again?

ah, the delights of children's poetry.

: D
lookingland: (tree)
( Apr. 22nd, 2006 08:31 am)
it's been awfully quiet lately.

maybe i'm just looking for distraction because i don't want to write my final exam paper.

for all my kvetchiness yesterday i actually did a lot.
1. wrote about 15 pages.

2. designed and set up the cover template.

3. drew and inked a run at a cover for chapter two (not sure if it passes muster yet).

4. started my final (didn't get far, but hey).

5. washed dishes and other necessary details.

i'm mostly glad that i at least did some writing. i'm going to try to work on my exam a little and write another 10-15 pages. these chapters are turning up longish, but i think that's okay. i'd like to be able to post something maybe for may 1st.

meanwhile, the website is still a big honkin' mess. i've very seriously considering doing the extreme purge and rewriting the handful of relevent episodes as one and two parters even if it means only a handful of stories for each of the the first two volumes. that's a lot of work though, and the site needs updating now. but every time i look at it, i just get dog-tired from all the variables to be considered.

nevertheless my saturday morning is off to a productive start: worked on my final a wee bit (wrote about three pages), colored and set up the chapter two cover (it'll do, pig), got the dogs scheduled for their shots and grooming (what an expensive pain in the rump ~ someone remind me why i have so many animals).

and speaking of spoiled costly love-muffins, took the brats to the park (nice day too!)

now the afternooon yawns before me and i feel sleepy and dopey (and a few other dwarves), so maybe: lunch, an afternoon nap, and then we'll see what comes of the evening.

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this morning, working on a homework assignment for my intro class that required me to look up job postings for my desired field (archives), got me thinking about how i need to take real life a little more seriously.

so i'm considering joining:
SAA ~ the Society of American Archivists (hey, might as well while i have that student discount)
MHS ~ the Minnesota Historical Society (where i'm considering volunteering in the fall)
i need to start looking like i take a profession (any profession!) seriously, first of all, and secondly, volunteering at the MHS would get me some much-needed hands-on experience and could lead to an internship (which i might need later).

i also learned that government archivists make a huge pile of money (an average of about 70k, with salaries into the 100s) ~ not that i want a government job, but i was very surprised. i'd much rather work for peanuts in a museum or special collections library.

to be honest, i hate taking real life seriously. being laid off so many times has spoiled my disposition toward working. it's hard to give your life to a job, love it, plan your future around it, and then have it yanked out from under you (let alone have that happen four times in five years). so maybe i'm gunshy about committment now.

i have to keep reminding myself that this is why i am here. it's why i'm back at school: to get a degree that will lead to a job that won't go away. archives never go away. part of their desciption is their permanance!

so i'm glad to feel motivated this morning ~ to be excited about getting serious about the profession. it's a big leap for me ~ and one long overdue.

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dear loving friends ~ below is a short library survey for a school project. i would be so appreciative if you could all fill it out (mostly simple multiple choice). your responses will be screened (so NOT VISIBLE ~ please answer honestly, etc. and i will love you forever!

i need at least ten responses. but would love to have twenty! so please tell all your friends to answer too.

thank you thank you thank you!

: D

oh yay! i want to take the survey immediately! )
i did my orientation today. it was mostly uneventuful and orientationy. i got my school id made (ooo yay ~ discounts). i also picked up some of my textbooks. i had a look at the syllabus for my first two classes and ~ er ~ well ~ yikes. i guess i really have been out of school for a long time. this is going to actually require some focus for a change (something which no one has required of me since my first job at Metamor back in 1999).

well i'm still excited and if i flop, it will be in a great grand style. i fully expect to suck this term. i hope i don't, but i'll be okay if i do. i've never been a "must get straight As or die" sort of student. i wouldn't mind keeping my gpa up there in the good zone, but i'm less concerned about that than i am about simply and actually learning something.

~ * ~

in other news, the snow drifts are quite impressive. took the dogs out lollygagging this afternoon and sunk in up above my shins when we went off the beaten path at the park. then i hit my head following them up and through the kiddie gym thing (at which point i realized those things are made for kiddies and dogs, not adults), and so we came home.

tonight i am going star-gazing with newfound friends.

~ joy!

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I'm fed up with my career path (or I should say non-career path) ~ the high tech industry is the bowels of hades and being laid off four times in as many years does not engender my confidence of a future as an information developer.

I've not only had it with the industry, but I've had it with trying to make my way in a state I can barely tolerate 8 months out of the year (it's over 80 degrees today!).

I'm selling my house and moving to Minnesota.

No, I'm not kidding.

I'm applying to the College of Saint Catherine even now and I'm going to get accepted (doggone it) and get archival certification with an MLIS and get a real job with a real career path doing something I actually LOVE, in a city that doesn't swelter.

I have no idea how I'm going to accomplish this, but I'm going to do it.

Any of my friends in St. Paul-Minneapolis or close by?

No, I don't want to move in with you ~ just looking for tips, advice, warnings before I leap without a net.

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