My mind has been distracted by things other than blog writing. This is unfair of me, I know, but I've got a few good reasons for not wanting to write, I swear.
Let's see... What's new?
1) Last Saturday I went to the Billy Bishop for a few hours of drinking and music listenin'. I didn't mind being the youngest person in a bar for a change. People tend to be much nicer and better mannered at such establishments, so I will gladly give up hipster music-driven places for the calmness of the Billy Bishop. I'm not sure if they reached their goal, but there were a lot of people there in the afternoon and more were coming as we left. If they do have to close down, I feel content knowing I saw Bea one more time. I also got an open invitation to the Vet's Hall for karaoke by my new white-haired friend Tony, who apparently does a kick-ass version of "Mack the Knife." He's got an established set.
2) I've been to all my classes and I can't say I'm that excited by at least one of them, possibly two. These are bad odds since I'm registered in three classes (the fourth is the CBC gig, but isn't really a class, in the traditional sense). The director of the school is teaching the most dull one, though it may be that she's dull and that makes the class dull. I've not heard good things about her teaching style, so I may be fucked for the next 9 weeks. Having two classes on Mondays, those classes are actually only 10 weeks long because of the holidays (three this semester). This is good because there are fewer classes to go to, but bad because there are fewer weeks to get the homework done.
3) Last night I co-made black & tan cupcakes, at his request. Seriously, these are the tastiest cupcakes ever. My co-baker added a bit more lager than was stipulated in the icing recipe, which made the icing really drippy, but it was extra beery and that was good. The next time I think I'll try to make it as a chocolate stout cake. I took a few to the CBC today and the library people were plotting to steal and devour the last one from my supervisor. But the CBC library people do enjoy beer a great deal...
4) Tomorrow I have an interview for a student librarian position on Sundays at a local college. Don't want to say too much about it because I'm not entirely sure what I wrote on my resume/cover letter that makes me interviewable and am nervous about it in general. I have to finish my picketing hours tomorrow (another 6 left), so have to go in really early to the line, walk for a few hours, haul myself to the college for the interview (looking pretty and tidy), figure out how to get the job, and then go back to the line for a couple more hours. I'm tired just thinking about it.
5) Tonight was the first night of the Thursday Nite Dinner Party, involving me and my neighbourly friends Jill and Mark. Tonight was my menu, but a few things didn't work out at the grocery store. I really wanted to make a persimmon salad with a tangy vinegarette, but persimmon season appears to be over. We had wasabi-encrusted cod (we had too much fish and not enough wasabi), cumin yams and steamed green & waxed beans with kosher salt. It was all really tasty, but will cut back on the fish next time; there was way too much! I showed Jill the Epicurious website and she stared at it engrossed for ages.
6) Yesterday on the line, one of the ladies I used to work with brought me some shoes she got that hurt her feet. She never wore them, but couldn't take them back to the store, so gave them to me. They're a smidge big, but with some sort of insole they should be fine. They're cute and I wore them today and got a blister on one foot, but that happens with all new shoes. My feet are freakishly sensitive.
Things of interest upcoming:
- bingo and a flick @ Blim
- karaoke birthday party @ Hoko's
- surprise party in a garage
- wedding reception featuring Nearly Neil and an open bar
- maybe a tweeish show
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Saturday, September 8, 2007
still swooning/spooning
Britt Daniel is my secret boyfriend. This is so secret, in fact, that even he doesn't know it. But he may intrinsicly know, because why else would he move from Austin to Portland but to be closer to me? Other than that his actual girlfriend lives there.
I've seen a proven way to get pulled on stage by bands I like: wear a wedding dress with a guy in a suit and say it's our wedding day. Sure, those people might have actually gotten married on a Friday and come right from the reception to a Spoon concert. It's possible. I'm just doubtful. And jealous because he kept talking to them through the show, even after he chatted for a bit on stage with them. Sigh.
He's a dreamy, dreamy man.
Currently listening :
Girls Can Tell
By Spoon
Release date: 20 February, 2001
I've seen a proven way to get pulled on stage by bands I like: wear a wedding dress with a guy in a suit and say it's our wedding day. Sure, those people might have actually gotten married on a Friday and come right from the reception to a Spoon concert. It's possible. I'm just doubtful. And jealous because he kept talking to them through the show, even after he chatted for a bit on stage with them. Sigh.
He's a dreamy, dreamy man.
Currently listening :
Girls Can Tell
By Spoon
Release date: 20 February, 2001
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
a bit off
Today was a strange day. It seems like I'm having a lot of strange days lately. Generally it's because people give me the finger and yell mean things at me while I'm walking the line. Today was different. Sure, there were a few times that people gave me the finger; it's a pretty classy move, and I would so love to know where those people work so I can go to their workplaces and give them the finger during their coffee breaks. It was strange for completely other reasons.
I started school today and during the break got into a discussion with my prof about the strike, at her prodding. It was weird to discover that the city librarian (one of the main negotiators and one of the reasons no deal has been reached) has been discussing fairly sensitive (read: confidential) information with someone not involved with the negotiations, information that isn't even being shared with the union members, even though it affects us. It was not a great start to class, since I'm not sure how this may affect her view of me. And I kind of have to pass since it's a required class.
In the same class, we had to organise groups for research projects and everyone mentioned some of their interests in the hopes that people with similar interests could work together. One of the older men mentioned earlier in the class that he wanted to ban or burn graphic novels geared towards teens because they were "inappropriate." I realised I didn't want to interact with him at all because I'm pretty pro-choice when it comes to books; I don't think it's my job to censor what other people have access to. When my turn came to express my interests, I mentioned something about censorship through cataloguing choices, effectively preventing access by cataloguing using inappropriate or indistinguishable subject headings. He took that to mean that I was pro-censorship and cornered me, saying we were interested in the same thing. I had to indicate that I was actually interested in doing something related to one of the other interests that other people had mentioned as well. He stormed away angry. I took two steps and was confronted by two other men, saying, "You like crime! We're interested in that, too." (I also said I was interested in theft in libraries, like when people steal books or DVDs from libraries.) After a brief discussion, during which I tried to recover from the previous conversation, we agreed to work together and I just wish they had got to me a minute sooner so I wouldn't have had that other conversation.
Midway through info desk duty, my co-worker asked me what sign I was. I'm reluctant to talk about astrology because I'm often judged based on my birthdate and that can be a little frustrating when people won't talk to you because of a zodiac sign. So I asked her what she thought I was. "Scorpio," she immediately said. I admitted I was and she was so happy about it. "Me, too!" she exclaimed. We then discussed the need to start some sort of support group for Scorpios, the misunderstood sign. She talked about some characteristics I thought were just my little issues. I have a hard time believing I can be explained by the allignment of planets and stars, but commonalities are sometimes pretty persuasive. I believe the support group will mainly drink.
I also discovered that one of the self-serving workers at the library basically tried to sabotage one of the librarians by forcing her to take a photo with the city librarian and then emailing the picture to a media source, saying things were great at the strike lines, which is a total fabrication. He just wanted to see his name in print, which is also why he keeps calling up papers to tell them what he's personally doing for the strike. Seriously, this is not the time to promote yourself unless you're looking for another job, and he sure as hell isn't.
Oh, the trip to Seattle was pretty OK. I was pleased to eat tasty Mexican food with my peeps, and the tour of Seattle's underground tunnels was fascinating. I just hate waiting in lines (3 hours both ways trying to cross the border, an hour in a ticket line) and need to avoid large groups of people for a while. But I did see some friends from Victoria (an unexpected treat), had fantastic food at the Seattle Art Museum cafe's Happy Hour, and saw Ken T. in Belltown. That last one was weird.
I started school today and during the break got into a discussion with my prof about the strike, at her prodding. It was weird to discover that the city librarian (one of the main negotiators and one of the reasons no deal has been reached) has been discussing fairly sensitive (read: confidential) information with someone not involved with the negotiations, information that isn't even being shared with the union members, even though it affects us. It was not a great start to class, since I'm not sure how this may affect her view of me. And I kind of have to pass since it's a required class.
In the same class, we had to organise groups for research projects and everyone mentioned some of their interests in the hopes that people with similar interests could work together. One of the older men mentioned earlier in the class that he wanted to ban or burn graphic novels geared towards teens because they were "inappropriate." I realised I didn't want to interact with him at all because I'm pretty pro-choice when it comes to books; I don't think it's my job to censor what other people have access to. When my turn came to express my interests, I mentioned something about censorship through cataloguing choices, effectively preventing access by cataloguing using inappropriate or indistinguishable subject headings. He took that to mean that I was pro-censorship and cornered me, saying we were interested in the same thing. I had to indicate that I was actually interested in doing something related to one of the other interests that other people had mentioned as well. He stormed away angry. I took two steps and was confronted by two other men, saying, "You like crime! We're interested in that, too." (I also said I was interested in theft in libraries, like when people steal books or DVDs from libraries.) After a brief discussion, during which I tried to recover from the previous conversation, we agreed to work together and I just wish they had got to me a minute sooner so I wouldn't have had that other conversation.
Midway through info desk duty, my co-worker asked me what sign I was. I'm reluctant to talk about astrology because I'm often judged based on my birthdate and that can be a little frustrating when people won't talk to you because of a zodiac sign. So I asked her what she thought I was. "Scorpio," she immediately said. I admitted I was and she was so happy about it. "Me, too!" she exclaimed. We then discussed the need to start some sort of support group for Scorpios, the misunderstood sign. She talked about some characteristics I thought were just my little issues. I have a hard time believing I can be explained by the allignment of planets and stars, but commonalities are sometimes pretty persuasive. I believe the support group will mainly drink.
I also discovered that one of the self-serving workers at the library basically tried to sabotage one of the librarians by forcing her to take a photo with the city librarian and then emailing the picture to a media source, saying things were great at the strike lines, which is a total fabrication. He just wanted to see his name in print, which is also why he keeps calling up papers to tell them what he's personally doing for the strike. Seriously, this is not the time to promote yourself unless you're looking for another job, and he sure as hell isn't.
Oh, the trip to Seattle was pretty OK. I was pleased to eat tasty Mexican food with my peeps, and the tour of Seattle's underground tunnels was fascinating. I just hate waiting in lines (3 hours both ways trying to cross the border, an hour in a ticket line) and need to avoid large groups of people for a while. But I did see some friends from Victoria (an unexpected treat), had fantastic food at the Seattle Art Museum cafe's Happy Hour, and saw Ken T. in Belltown. That last one was weird.
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