Even though I didn't particularly want to be accidentally subscribed to their mailing list, I have to admit that Tottenham Hotspur is a remarkably euphonious name for a football club. *unsubscribes with a miniscule pang of regret*
All summer, I *knew* intellectually that I'd finished my degree, and that I wouldn't have to do the school/work two-step this fall, for the first time in 3 years - but it wasn't until I was walking home tonight, at the end of the first day of the academic year where I work, that I really FELT IT down to my bones.... I AM FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mostly I skim the Times Literary Supplement. Every so often a sentence comes along that makes me glad I bother. Today, a nasty burn at the end of a review: "Come Christmas, this will make a vindictively disappointing present." *whistles*
One of the things I find frustrating and awkward is when I have some fundamental point of agreement with an author who I know I would not actually enjoy AT ALL. Like, the author writes a book about how the way to make America better is by focusing more on personal relationships (friends, family, community) and local politics....
That moment when you realize the reason you were so grumpy about the heat yesterday is that the high was 103. (Overnight low of 60, yay semi-desert). Today it is purportedly going to stop at 89, although it's already up to 89.7 so I have my doubts about that. But the rest of the week will (in theory) stay under 90!
Most interesting publisher's weekly moment of the last few months: John Darnielle wrote a novel!! And it is coming out in October. "Darnielle ... captures the allure and danger of being in thrall to a mythic vision." The reviewer says the book's central conceit is "a monumental symbol for a supple novel." I say, EEEEEEEEEEE.
Here is a picture of me at convocation this weekend. I really do have an MSLIS now! HUZZAH. (this is the converse of POIDH. :D) (Notes: the person next to me with the curly hair is my upstate NY job/philosophical doppelganger; the one next to her is checking a picture she took on her phone, not her email!)
Just turned in my very last assignment for cataloging. Got my final grade for my internship today. Guess that means I'm 100 percent, absolutely, completely, and FINALLY done, other than the crossed t's and dotted i's and rituals of actually graduating? I figure it will sink in sometime in the next couple of hours.... :)
That moment when you realize your impossible-to-shorten-any-more paper isn't actually too long, it just has a bunch of leftover notes and bits you weren't sure if you would need stuck in at the end of it. And you delete them. And it is all ok.
One of our librarians brought in a giant tub of stuffed animals for end-of-the-block study relief with a big "Need a Study Buddy?" sign. And her favorite monkey puppet, which has been slung around both her and the ref desk monitor (alternating). Actual squeals of heartfelt delight have been heard. Some of them from hockey players.
I appear to have finished my internship (pending prof's approval). They are wonderful wonderful people, my internship colleagues, whom I would love to work with again in the future... AND I AM SO GLAD I AM DONE WITH THIS TWO-JOB SCHEDULE. Also once I finish my cataloging assignments/classwork (still substantial), I will be DONE done. Stay tuned...
The only thing harder to get out of your head than an endlessly repeating loop of "We're up all night to get lucky" is an endlessly repeating loop of "We're up all night to do homework." (Listening to the album now in the hopes that it will clean the loop out of my brain. And, I'm not ACTUALLY going to be up all night. This time.)
I taught a 3 hour class tonight, and it went really well. Despite their wariness and disengagement when they walked in, every single one of the 22 high school students left with multiple articles they'd found on their own, and wanted to read for their research papers, and I use "wanted" deliberately.