I'm sure I must be up to something, and I will not stop until I find out what.
High of 77 and sunny today, high of 16 and snowy on Sunday. It's like the weather *knows* what swooping temps do to my aches and pains. Also, my sister's neck of the woods (where I grew up) has had accumulations of about 10 feet of snow in the last 3 weeks, with more snow on the way this week. Ah, February.
The "currently reading" stack on my desk at home has 40 books in it. And those aren't actually *all* the books I am somewhere in the middle of, here's probably a dozen more scattered around work and home. Guess I know what one of my upcoming book projects is...
Dutifully came out of office cave so I could send student worker off to do stacks-work. Promptly rewarded with repeat-visitor reader's advisory ("I really liked the book you recommended last time...") and a visit from one of my favorite professors I don't actually know at all. :D
It's so cold (with bonus freezing fog) that our automatic doors froze in the open position and wouldn't close (fortunately the outer one had an off switch so we could close it temporarily). Friday's upcoming weather? 55 degrees and sunny. I saw a meme once that has become my label for this time of year in general: "Go Home Colorado You're Drunk."
Tonight I am happy because a young community patron in her early 20s needed to print some forms for a job that starts tomorrow, and we are the only place around here where someone can print something that is still open at this hour on a Friday. #notinthemissionstatement#stillpartofmymission
My version of patron-driven acquisitions continues to consist of saying to patrons (esp but not always faculty / staff patrons), "Yes! We would totally love to buy that book for the library! If you would like I will write an email to your liaison and the acquisitions person right now! I don't mind AT ALL." #slaclife#handsellingisahardhabittoshake
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!)