Favorite science writing for pop audiences / 'the public'? Any area of science is fair game. (It's for a class I'll be teaching next year for science students--I just need lots of cool ideas at this point.)
Anyone else going to THATCamp (liberal arts college edition) at St. Norbert? I'm all excited--it will be my first unconference, plus my first conferencey (for lack of a better term) thing I'm attending as (at least in part) a library-type person. Yay!
My four-year-old asked to watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas a few days ago because A) apparently we forgot this year and B) it's Christmas-y outside. You know, because of the snow. Six months after our first snow of the winter-that-will-not-die. What have we done to you, universe? (Still, Max the dog is amusing.)
Boy howdy do I ever resent ACRL 2011, which has abducted all my beloved reference colleagues (ALL OF THEM) and then taunted me from the LSW room. Ooh, all the friendliness and learning at the ACRL! Look, there's Iris! And Joan! And the friggin' Easter Bunny!
Am getting a little slap-happy with how I'm logging questions. One more hour at the ref desk ... and getting sillier by the moment. (Also, this chair is absurdly uncomfortable--I may have to have my back removed somehow.)
In LibGuides, is it possible to have a search box that searches a set of keywords (or a chunk of text) and then displays the results in a box or page *within LibGuides*? We're trying to figure out what's (im)possible if we transition our databases list to that universe.
You guys. On a much-needed coffee break, I just sat OUTSIDE in the sun without a jacket, shoes off, no gloves/hat/etc. in sight, for like fifteen minutes (and didn't want to come back in). It is 45 degrees and sunny! Swoon.
I am married to someone who not only knows the difference between "compliment" and "complement" but, when asked to proofread a document for me, does so closely enough to notice a typo at that level. After solo parenting our child all week. Three cheers for Eric!
Don't understand quite why, but when I CANNOT wake up pre-work, listening to "Birdhouse in Your Soul" (as in, They Might Be Giants) does the trick every time. Suddenly I'm bopping around in my chair, smiling, and singing along. Not my favorite song, but my most wakeful? A nice surreal bridge from my dreamlike state, perhaps?
Hello Sunday reference! Just responded simultaneously to two IM and one in-person ref questions. The in-person person was amused. Then I logged five questions all at once and am sort of proud of myself for remembering all of them. (Unless, of course, I'm actually forgetting one.)
Two things: 1) I'm going back in for day 2 of my monthly Weekend Reference Extravaganza! Have decided that an invigorating name might help. 2) I met Catherine, Martha, and Sarah last night, and squee! Just squee.
Um, Iris's illuminating suggestion that "the National Weather Service says to take food & water in your car if you drive in today's snow" is not very comforting, as I am supposed to be working until 10PM today. Not sure how to determine when to bail, especially as the reference desk is isolated from all windows. What are you doing, outside world?
I just walked my dog without a coat, boots, gloves, scarf, or hat. That sounds ordinary, but I seriously do not even know how to process walking in the sunshine in a long-sleeved t-shirt and being comfortable. BLISS.
I detest wrapping my mind around new work schedules. One wonders, then, why I've worked at colleges my whole adult life, in roles that involve new schedules each term ... Arg. (Hello, spring semester! Nice to meet you.)
Interesting call from home. Our kitchen sink erupted this weekend, gushing onto the floor; we eventually stabilized the situation. Plumber came today to replace basically the whole sink. Late in the process: "Crap; I think I made a mistake." So he goes into what my husband describes as "a sort of kickstand" and GIVES THE SINK MOUTH-TO-MOUTH. Whoa.
Last night's reference shift was an unsettling mixture of deep boredom and stress. During nine hours in the library, I got six questions, three of which made me want to hide under the desk from the international-and-historical-economic-indicators-seeking student (or the recent-scholarly-information-about-an-old-fad-diet student). Blah.