Dear Blog,
Sorry I've made promises about cat posts and sports posts...but you see I'm fulltime temp employed as of this next Monday, and things are moving fast. I've had a migraine most of this week. I've been scurrying about Vanderbilt's campus feeling old. I started a new book Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan. Now I'm looking for apartments, and wondering why the hell I didn't leave LA sooner.
Football season seems to be ending at the right time. I'm pretty much sick of it. There are too many commercial breaks, and I'm barely able to keep any attention on a game for more than a few minutes at a time these days. I've grown to hate and like some players, but quite frankly I'm glad this is the last Sunday before super bowl in two weeks. The football season can drain your life and weekends away. Here's hoping next season I'm employed, have friends, and can do something other than. But it's been a good educational experience, I've pretty much gotten a grasp on how the game works.
In fact I'm gaining a stupid amount of ridiculous sports information. When I first started talking to Drak, he tried to convince me that he was a sports nerd. And indeed, walking sportslopedia. But I have issue with calling someone a nerd just because they know a crap ton about sports. My response was..."is there a booth at Comic Con?" (no there isn't). But now having come through the football season alive, even if barely, I realize the otherworldliness of sports. Maybe nerd is just not the right word.
When a lot of things happen to you all at once, it is called _____? There has to be a word for this. Something along the lines of that 'tipping point' phenomena, but on a personal level, and also without a result.
Why does being friends, or not being friends on facebook define whether someone is friends in real life. Is the definition of a relationship so pathetically labeled.
After years making hot water bottles, last night was the first time I poured the boiling water on my hand and not in the bottle. Yes indeed it burned. Today the redness not so surprisingly follows the same path as the direction the water spilled off my hand. Looks like a really weird sunburn.
I love when an idea hits you. I've got a few art projects that have been floating around in my head, and some are circumstantial like my bottle cap table. I need a table, and a place to work on it, and then a place to put it. Smaller ones include a finalized version of the tattoo I'm going to get. But the most recent is an art project for the boy. Since he's already seen parts of it, I'm not worried about mentioning a part of it will have fall leaves, all drawn by me. I've got a dozen or so already finished. (Interestingly it's sent me on a strange journey questioning the spelling of leaf plural. Which I'm going to say is leaves, I mean it's loaf and loaves.)
I'm reading The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson. The white city is the World's Columbian Exposition, better known as the Chicago world fair. 200 buildings in 27 months, with 60,000 exhibits. The Devil is H.H. Holmes, America's first serial killer (first well known and well documented serial killer). The book is dense, and hard to break into, it's not really a thriller as much as it's a Ken Burns style history book. If you like that sort of thing you may enjoy this book.
I have interviews this week, even if it is only for a couple temporary employment agencies, at least it's a start. A much needed start. I feel like I'm on the threshold of a lot of things.
I hate calling home. Not because I don't want to, but because there is nothing to say. Vaguely remind me of college the first year. I just didn't have anything to talk about, cause well nothing was happening that couldn't be described in one or two sentences. Eventually the awkwardness subsided and conversations became relatively normalized. But it's like the beginning stages of being away kids shouldn't talk to their parents. Or maybe it's just me.
Have I already mentioned that I have yet to see a single California license plate while in TN?
Please look for my up and coming extended my post about cats!
Sportz
(I know a little late) I had this whole idea of writing about the National Championship game between Auburn tigers and Oregon ducks last Monday, but alas anything I could say about it really has been said elsewhere. You know, the bowl system vs a play off system, scamming Cam, etc. I will say though, that while Arizona's population increased slightly, there probably weren't as many duck fans because, well, the west coast, especially the lefty coast, just doesn't give a crap about football. And if they do, it in no way comparable to the passion of a southern fan. And indeed the stadium was clearly bought out by Auburn fans, even though ticket sales are halved somehow. I secretly cheered for the ducks because of the schools proximity to Humboldt, but knew that Auburn would eventually win based on all the information I know about college football that I've learned via osmosis. And that's all I have to say about that.
Library cont.
I did visit the main branch of the Nashville library and it is gorgeous. Very classy, I guess because it's so classic. There are lovely marble staircases leading to wide hallways connecting foyers that house special collections, reading rooms, modern computer labs and books. It's tidy spacious and beautifully quiet. Like most libraries today it's mostly automated, but there were librarians and associates at many of the desks I walked by. Even before I decided I might enjoy working in a library I was keenly aware the librarian of the past no longer exists. After reading Johnson's book it's even more apparent that librarians have really become information managers or database engineers. Which is why so many schools have changed their names to information science rather than library science. Degrees are focused mostly around the internet and computer software, as there is no escaping electronics these days. As a result PhD students in freakin Uruguay can access information from a library located in Kentucky. I have more to say about libraries, librarians, and information, but I'm gonna keep it short. Definitely an interesting read, tip of the iceberg, speedy sort of book.
Dreams...my god...insane dreams past week. Some of them same content different script. Guh.
Sportz
It has become more and more apparent that most people dismiss stuff they don't understand. Sometimes it's hard for me to pay attention to a game, until I get what is happening. And sadly I need explanation a lot more than lets say someone who has been watching sports for most of their life. A lot of times it's hard for me to appreciate many of the plays and individual player skill, because the difficulty just doesn't hold any weight with me. But I'm growing an appreciation and even a very strong like for many sports, individual players and teams. It helps to have a walking sportslopedia, Deadspin, and a genuine want to inform myself about everything.
This Book Is Overdue
I'm finally breaking past page 20, in fact and more than half way through Marilyn Johnson's book This Book Is Overdue! How Librarians and Cybrarians Can Save Us All.
Obviously it's about librarians. But the definition of librarian is really much more than the stereotype old woman with cat eye glasses shushing you. Many of the major schools have changed their titles to Information Science schools. Basically the difference between a warehouse full of stuff and a library (collection of information) is that it's organized. I guess, technically, you're a librarian of something if you for any reason have more of one thing that's organized. I for one get the warm and fuzzies when I think about collections of old stuff, any old stuff. It's really strange. More to report on this later, as I am heading on over to the Nashville Library's main branch at some point this week, when the snow permits.
Occupation
In other news I am painting and drawing, which I haven't done in years. In fact I think the last time I painted was middle school art class. It's an exciting venture, even if it's more frustrating than anything. With any new hobby one attempts one will not be practiced and therefore the products will be shit. Either way it's an occupation, amongst other things I'm doing while I'm unemployed. I developed a fondness for tidying up, dishes, and laundry. I read: books, magazines, sports blogs, librarian's blogs. I cook, or I watch cooking shows eating spoonfuls of nutella. I go to the community fitness center and uncharacteristically shoot basketballs with Drack. I coordinate herding, feeding, sleeping between 3 temperamental felines. And I watch my fair share of sports with the rest of the household.
For those of you have been sitting on the edge of your seat wondering how my investigation of east Nashville burglaries from the safety of the couch is going, well here's the news!
(A few days ago) Apparently 3 dudes were arrested last night as they had been followed by metro police to a McDonald's which they apparently tried to rob. Apparently these dudes may be responsible for up to 17 fast food robberies since last September. They may also be connected with the robberies of two dollar stores and the two restaurants which I had previously mentioned. SOOO in other words, if these dudes are the dudes, then my couch investigation is over. However! Burglary seems to be the 'hip' thing around these parts. I swear almost everyday I read the local news and someone has attempted, been caught, or gotten away with some form of theft somewhere in the Middle Tennessee area.
(Today) I just heard that the dudes are admitting to robbing many of of the places they are accused of.
In other news...I have writers block again, things to write, just I'm not writing them...again.
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