3/30/2009

Easter's on Its Way

. . . or at least I'm saying it is because I sent a couple of funny cards to my parents ("they thought the cat was a pagan until she put a hat on and tried to come to church with them") and to my sister (chocolate bunny advising a bitten-eared chocolate bunny "you should have that looked at").

Really, my thoughts were starting to turn to Palm Sunday after I walked into church yesterday and saw the saints' statues covered up with cloth (anybody else's church do that? our pastor revived the tradition a couple years back). I started to think of my dad's observation that there seemed to be a "ton of babies" at Palm Sunday Mass.

Years ago, that seemed pretty true. Maybe that was because that's when the weather started getting nice and people were more likely to take the babies out of the house? Maybe because it's a "giveaway day" (free palm! you can wave it and braid it! woooo!)? I don't know.

But in any event, if you do go to church and see babies, be kind (as Amy Welborn used to plead when her kids were littler and the family was traveling).

3/29/2009

Survived the Library Open House

Holy cow, there were a lot of people. Most of them relatively non-weird. Hopefully we got some new library users out of the deal. (Being a sensitive introvert, I retreated behind the circ desk a couple of times just to get away from the din.) I even survived running into one of the attorneys I worked for at the job I'd left in September. . . forgot he lived in the area, and in any event figured his daughters were too young for the event, but there they were. Got a little good dish about the ol' legal department, and pretty sure anything he reports back to them about me will be positive.

Of course, the haircut I dashed to get before the event went completely unnoticed. (And 99% of the staff is made up of women. I guess my co-workers are too captivated by my smile to notice?) Still, it was worth it because one of the Board members who writes a lot of the press releases took my picture several times, some with the not-yet-installed new director. So I guess it was worth it. (As was enduring the "Are you dating anybody?" conversation while I was getting my weight loss reward pedicure prior to the haircut--my toes look fabulous).

All the entertainment I coordinated showed up, and went very well, so maybe if that gets recognized, then all is forgiven about the hair ignorance.

Now I can finally start thinking about all the library stuff that lies beyond today. Like that "library corner" newspaper article I have due by Friday.

Way less scary than today's event. I think I can handle it.

3/27/2009

The Friday Five: Virtual Travel

Anybody remember those fairly recent airline commercials where something bad happens, or someone makes a serious gaffe, and the tagline is, "Wanna get away?"

I just found out that the group of middle school students coming to perform snippets from their recent school musical at the library's open house this weekend numbers about two dozen. I was expecting, I don't know, maybe eight, ten tops? Where on earth am I going to put all those kids? (So far the answer is, "Whatever as long as it doesn't interfere with the hired magician/juggler's setting up." Arrrrgh.)

There's so much office politics going on at that place, it's crazy. And the weather may be lousy, so there's the aggravation. This is my first "big" event--part of its purpose is for the community to meet me. I turned down work at the bookstore so I can get a badly needed haircut. . . and I shelled out an unmentionable amount of money on my car so I could an oil change and put on two new tires so it would pass inspection. The bills have just been rolling in this week.

So the question comes up: "Wanna get away?"

Yup. But I can't, so let's just make the Friday Five all about travel:

1. The farthest away I've ever been from home? Mexico City.

2. Foreign countries I've visited: Mexico (obviamente) and Canada. One of my "childhood camping trips from hell" was near Niagara Falls and we visited Toronto. I remember going to a Blue Jays game. I also remember how badly it was raining as we sat in customs traffic going home. One of my cousins had a giant lollipop and stuck it out the window. Licking rainwater was probably not a smart thing to do in the 1980s.

3. Farthest west I've been in my home country: a small town in Western Ohio (not too far from the Indiana border) for a college friend's wedding. If you want to get technical, I did spend some time in DFW when rain delayed my connecting flight coming back from Mexico. Never left the airport, though. I was sixteen and flying by myself for the first time--and that was only the second time I'd taken a flight, ever.

4. Farthest south I've been in my home country: Kitty Hawk, NC--it was lovely. I wonder how much it's changed in eleven years. (Again, not counting DFW.)

5. Farthest west I've been in my home state: Pittsburgh. Being in Western PA is like being in another state. People speak differently and cheer for different sports teams. But a place with a cool museum isn't all bad.

Have a good weekend!



3/25/2009

Comment Appreciation Day

How great have the comments been lately? I have been enjoying all your comments, especially since the Friday Five. . . thanks. Posting may be the main part of blogging, but responses and (asynchronous) dialogue are major complements to those posts.

Yay!

3/23/2009

The Maiden Aunt Gets Grilled (dill spear on the side)

There has been a round of interviews making its way among a number of bloggers, and after I enjoyed reading a few, I volunteered to be interviewed by the fabulously-tressed Lizzie. She calls this the "Ask Kate P. (almost) anything Fo'Realz Edition," and she certainly did ask some probing questions. Here they are, along with my responses:



1. Who has had the most influence on you as a person? (Slash) Who is your hero? I guess these could be the same or have two very different answers. . . Whatever. I'm leaving it as is. Answer as you will.
[Laughing] Liz, I gotta hand it to you for being such a hardliner! :) Seriously, I do have two very different answers. As to the first question, I would say that, outside of my immediate family, my grandmother (mom's mom) had a major influence on me. I suspect I inherited a lot of her personality--the story goes that when I was really little, we had a standoff at the dinner table because I wouldn't eat--stubborn! But she was always thrilled to see me. She'll be gone 20 years in August, and that is just mind-blowing. Every time a new baby girl is born in my extended family, I hold my breath because I want to keep her name for my daughter! She also was a great role model in faith, as were my two late great-aunts. One was a nun for over fifty years, and one never married. They both treated me and my sibs with great affection and caring.
Part two of Question #1: I hesitate to classify anyone as a hero, because I fear setting myself up for disappointment. Nobody's perfect, and while I don't think most people intentionally would disappoint someone, it happens. It hurts. But, when I was a kid, I loved Wonder Woman, so there's my bit of hero worship!



2. What do you miss the most that you can't have now because of food allergies? Or is it not a big deal?
I'd say that overall the major holidays can be a little difficult--I miss out on special things at Christmas and Easter that family members and friends make. If I had to pick one thing, though, I would love to be able to have some tiramisu every once in a while. At least I still can have strufoli!



3. What is your favorite guilty/simple pleasure?
Oh, I have many. I live on simple pleasures--it's almost a coping mechanism, to balance out some of the outrageous things that happen in life. Here's a sample:

*soda (I exceeded my limit today after the dr.'s office fiasco)

*Beavis 'n' Butt-head (what, it's satire and good for a laugh)

*coloring my hair (I don't really need it, and only use the temporary kind)

*Town & Country magazine (seriously, that is soooo not my lifestyle).



4. What is the most important life lesson you've learned so far?
Ooooh, good question. I'd say that I don't have to be the person other people think I am--i.e., having and keeping a sure sense of myself. Still learning that whole "patience is a virtue" lesson, though. That's a class I need every day.



5. If you could travel anywhere in the world, all expenses paid, where would you go?
Barcelona has been a dream destination of mine since the day in high school Spanish when I saw Gaudi's artwork. As the years went by, I tacked Rome on to the dream trip--partly because my faith has made me curious, partly because of my cultural heritage. . . and partly because my sister brought home an amazing pair of shoes from the Fendi store during her trip last year.



6. What is your favorite part of each day?
Most times, it's that time right before I turn out the light, after I get in bed. I'm the kind of person who has "bedtime rituals"--I put hand cream on, I read from the prayer books I keep on my bedside table, maybe do a journal entry. Most of the time, the cat comes up and settles down next to me (licking the hand cream off my hands!), and we just chill out before falling asleep.

Lately, being in this underemployed state, I've been enjoying weekday mornings, because I have time to make myself a decent breakfast--eggs, oatmeal, pancakes (not all at once!). Plus I get to watch The Price Is Right.



7. Because I want to know: WHat is your favorite book of all time? And. . . wait for it. . . Why?

It seems weird to say I have never declared one book my favorite of all time, but I really don't think I ever have. It's too hard to decide! If the criteria is that I could reread it a million times, then Eight Cousins wins. The one that I would grab if I could save one book from my burning home (and already had the cat and the computer under my arms) is Myths & Mythology, with Shakespeare Stories a close second.

Honorable mention goes to books like Mary Stewart's Merlin books, The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley, for getting me into fantasy worlds. . . and, for better or for worse, "D&D" series like Dragonlance and especially The Darksword Trilogy--for inspiring me (and the latter angering me) to the point of motivating me to write for myself at last.



That was fun--thanks, Lizzie! If another blogger would like to be interviewed, let me know in the comments.

Teaching Cert Home Stretch

After a nearly four week wait for a doctor's appointment. . .

. . .two painful hours in the doctor's office. . .

. . .some quick thinking on my part to get the HR department from one of my student teaching schools to fax the TB test results to the office. . .

. . .having to overcome my initial panic and annoyance with myself for not realizing the dr. needed to see them, having left my copy at home and some tears and prayers. . .

. . . only some postage, a $40 money order, and my graduate advisor stand between me and that teaching certificate.

This poodle has jumped through enough flaming hoops. Let's just hope a good job is on the other side of them.

3/20/2009

The Friday Five: Reading "Stuff"

(Sorry this is going up late. . . family members were trying to make last-minute plans drive those of us with hectic weekends crazy--then dinner took forever to make. Lousy parsnips. Eating went more quickly because the cat asked to have some salmon, too. I trained her to sit; the reward is yummy!)

When my sister was in high school, and I was in college, probably home visiting for the weekend, my sister's boyfriend came to the house to pick her up for a date. She wasn't ready (surprise!), so my parents told him to have a seat.

I guess after my mom had called up the stairs to tell my sister he was waiting, Mom returned to her seat in the family TV room and picked whatever she had been reading back up. Boyfriend shakes his head in a bit of bemusement--and I will never forget this as long as I live--then says,

"Man, every time I come over here, you guys are always reading stuff."

After that comment, we wondered if being a reading family was odd. My parents are frequent readers--more often newspapers, but there is the occasional book if it merits their time. Mom likes mysteries. I remember sometimes my older brother post-college would get a new book and stay up all night reading it. When my sister visits, she brings with her books she has finished, to pass them along to my mom and me.

You may have noticed that I like to talk about books. I like to read them. I like to discover new ones to read. I like to hear about what other people are reading. Nowadays, I work with books--a lot. Heck, someday I want to hear someone say they're reading my books.

So let's do five short takes on books--mine and other people's:

1. What's selling at the bookstore: Twilight Saga, of course. Another big one is the latest in the House of Night series. The creepy-sounding Jodi Picoult one. And the nonfiction people seem to be buying Ultramind (PBS fundraising lately?) and diet cookbooks.

2. What people are asking for at the bookstore: I got asked twice for this one--must've been an NPR appearance or something. It's not out until next week. Funny thing is, it looked familiar to me but I couldn't place it. When I got home and was tossing out magazines, I came across a blurb about it. Could be interesting.

3. What I'm reading: Interesting interviews with fantasy writers (for young adults). Brian Jacques is my favorite so far: "Words are as wild as rocky peaks. They're as smooth as a millpond and as sunny as a day in a meadow. Words are beautiful things. Every word matters."

4. What I'm not reading: Definitely not this weird European "lady parts manifesto." The Marie Claire book club made it sound completely absurd. (I like how the Publisher's Weekly review calls it a "buffet of filth and screwing.") Oh, and I still can't finish Breaking Dawn. Maybe it would be easier to read on the beach?

5. What I want to read: I'd like to check out the House of Night series. I also came across (in a Allure magazine, of all places) this book about manners--the "basic civil behaviors that make society work," and the new ones that spring up when times change.

Have a good weekend--and hey, how about dropping me a comment about what you're reading (or not reading, or wanting to read) lately?

3/19/2009

Rainy Day Random

  • Sorry for the cranky post the other day, and sorry for my recent absence from the Web. Working odd hours had me coming home late the past few nights this week, which made me too weary to fire up the laptop.


  • Haven't had too much to report, anyway. The workshop on gaming turned out to be about just video games and their application in the library, what with video and computers being the "fourth kind of media" and all that. The presenter was a librarian from Jersey who had a fun style of presenting, even if his powerpoint left something to be desired. Obviously, I didn't get to hear any real negatives about implementation, but I did get a few ideas that might work for my library to increase traffic in my official demographic.


  • The real upside to workshops, I realized, is that I got to chat with some other librarians. There are a few around my age, albeit in the adjacent county, but at least when I go to the other workshop next week, I'll see at least one person I know. That's a real help for someone like me who is rather introverted and a bit socially anxious.

  • The funny thing about Tuesday's workshop was that, thanks to directions that were slightly off, I walked in late. . . and noticed one of the attendees with a shamrocks headband (a no-no, I agree with Sheila). I mean, really? A lot of other attendees and presenters were wearing green--I wore a green shirt and shamrock argyles (see below)--I mean, wear it in your library maybe (and I'm not even sure about that), but at a workshop? Kinda inappropriate and distracting IMO.


  • After the workshop, I was able to grab a quick lunch before heading to my other job. The bookstore was surprisingly busy for being a big party night. Maybe it was because the weather was nicer than it has been. Also, Tuesdays are new release days for books/CDs/DVDs, so that might be part of it, too.

  • The weird thing was, the customers would not leave. The manager did a "we will be closing" announcement at the 15 minute mark, and nobody moved. My co-worker did the "we are now closed" announcement and turned off the music at 10, and maybe two people started heading out. Tables in the cafe were still packed. We had to go around telling individuals we were closed (11 p.m. closings are Friday and Saturday, gang), and I was annoyed because I wasn't scheduled to stay after to close. By the time I got home at 10:30, I was exhausted.


  • Spent yesterday sleeping in, hitting Five Below with my mom so she could get a basketball for Oldest Nephew when he visits (I knew they'd have basketballs there!), and putting away laundry. Today is a dreary, draggy day, but I'm going to take the long way to pick up my mail (walk around my building and the next one over to come around to the front lobby) just to be moving my bod.


  • I'm planning what I hope is an interesting Friday Five, so stay tuned.



(O.K., so it's a green drink, but creme de menthe makes me nostalgic for my childhood St. Patrick's Day celebrations with my family.)

The Cat, the FedEx Truck, and the China Cabinet


(Had a hard time figuring out the domesticated feline equivalent of the Witch.)

3/17/2009

Workshops.

Does that word evoke excitement or terror for you? I have to go to one tomor- well, later today. It's about games (video and RPG, I think?), none of which we have at the library but apparently somebody thinks we should have. That somebody is sending me.

I'd rather be going to the Facebook workshop, but it wasn't available by the time I signed up.

Of course, because it's St. Paddy's Day, I have to run from the workshop to go cover some regular at the bookstore who will be getting shi- I mean, shamrock-faced while I'm most likely padding around an empty store. Can't complain; it's money.

But man, am I tired. I probably shouldn't even be typing right now because I have to go make up the bed completely--the cat, like that one partying dorm-mate everyone has to look after but is fine once she hurls, had quite a time of it this morning. I don't have a washer, so I had to take it over to my parents' before heading to the library. Being in the library seemed to emphasize how tired I was.

Nothing seemed to be going right--and you should've heard this one patron lay into someone with the drama on her cell phone in the ladies room (it echoed all over the place)--and capping it off was a bright, chatty middle schooler who wanted books but couldn't explain what she wanted to read. I still don't know the collection that well, and I tried to work with her. . . in the end, I just let her talk and browse, and eventually she picked out what she wanted--which was exactly the stuff she'd told me she didn't want. I love that age.

At first, I was annoyed with myself for not being able to come up with the books she wanted. But then I thought about it and decided that just talking books--really, just talking--was what she really wanted and needed. I think she was reeling from the shock that we'd taken all the YA materials and put them in a more accessible space, set up just for her and her peers. Hopefully I helped her get better acquainted with the space, and also hopefully she started feeling comfortable enough to talk to me and will keep coming back to talk. Maybe it was less of a failure than it felt like.

I dunno, sometimes I think Lent is one big workshop, and it's what you make of it. Last fall, you may recall I went to a training with Dr. Red. Sure, we horsed around a bit, but we kept our ears open for what we could use. Sometimes Lent is like that, too--you wander for a bit, but every now and then you pick up something that just feeds your spirit and reminds you what you're here to do.

3/13/2009

Blocked.

I have to apologize; haven't felt completely like myself these last couple days. I even "took the day off" yesterday and went to the movies--told no one but my sister via text: "I'm the only one in the movie theater." I think she was amused. (Shopaholic was nothing like the books, but the cast was incredible--nice to see Gia Goodman again!)

I am being taught a lesson in humility, and having another opportunity to forget worrying about what other people think of me, as I got the first look at the picture my supervisor took of me to submit to the local papers to run with the article I wrote this week. Lopsided (unconvincing) smile, hair sticking out, frown lines between my eyes. (We'd just gotten out of three hours of interviews with prospective candidates for the top position at the library and I'd had a splitting headache.)

It doesn't look like me, and I can't believe she didn't see that. Or is that what I look like to her, all the time?

The worst part is, my first thought was that I don't want that picture/article to get into the hands of any of my ex-friends in the area. My ex-boyfriend and his family are pros at trashing people--I should know; I'd be sitting there while they did it post-Mass or post-family party. Between them and my ex-roommate, my reputation was soundly beaten a few years back, and unfortunately, trying to redeem and/or salvage what's left has stuck with me.

Ultimately, to put it in perspective tonight, I thought of two things:

1. Hardly anybody buys the local papers anymore--that probably goes double for the, uh, ultrafrugal people I used to know.

2. At least I'm being depicted in the profession I have chosen. Politics aside, I love being a librarian.

All this to say, "I'm sorry; I couldn't come up with an idea for my Friday Five this week. Uh. . . would it make you feel better if I told you I got to pet my co-worker's sweet little beagle at the library today? She's really cute!"

Let's celebrate the close of a very odd week, shall we?

UPDATE 3/15/2009: My mentor, who lives next door to my parents, brought over a copy of the article from the local paper. It cleared up which article it actually was (it was the one from a couple weeks ago, the whole "here's our new YA librarian but I'm still involved" thing), and also that the picture doesn't look too bad. The half-hearted smile still annoys me, but the picture's not much bigger than the size of a postage stamp, and it's B&W, so I look less haggard. Phew.



3/12/2009

What does my car trash tell you?

Ten minutes (or less) of car cleaning, in the bitter wind, yielded. . .

  • 7 empty water bottles
  • about a dozen old parish bulletins from at least 2 churches
  • the Kohl's ad from when I went Christmas shopping on December 8
  • the Kohl's ad from when I went shopping with Mom last week (O.K., that one was hers and she left it behind, the litterbug)
  • my "thanks for the interview" fax to my now-employer
  • a birthday coupon for Macy*s (from, uhhh, October. . .)
  • the supposedly infrared (but non-functional) ice scraper Mom gave everybody for Christmas in 2007

I think it says it's been too darn cold all winter to stand outside and clean my car.

3/11/2009

The "Virtual Presence" Meeting

This morning, I met with the board member of the library who wanted to get us on Facebook. I'd met her a few weeks ago, briefly, but we hadn't gotten much of a chance to talk because she had to run her sick son in tow (seriously, he looked like death warmed over) to the doctor.

She is awesome.

We can talk to each other like regular human beings. She knows technology and isn't afraid to use it. She's super-smart, and very open--as in, we actually had a discussion and she listened to my concerns. She's also a writer, of science fiction (even offered that she knew an editor when my novel is ready. . . yeah, still waiting on that data DVD). Reminded me a lot of Jen, looks-wise (but lighter in eyes and hair color)--and in fact she mentioned she'd just downloaded Wil Wheaton's new book! Weird coincidence!

The agreed-upon concerns about FB were mostly about content, keeping it up to date, and monitoring. Lots of monitoring--and who will do it? We realized there was no main contact e-mail address for the library (!), which means we'd have to create a generic one in order to set up an account on FB. Library needs one, anyway, so good.

I think she might be coming around on Twitter, after kind of scoffing at it last time. . . now, if I could just convince the library to give me a few more paid hours, I'd willingly set up and be the main contributor to a library blog to which tweets can point as needed. Might not win that battle, but it won't hurt to ask.

The other thing we talked about was the upcoming Open House that we don't quite have a handle on. Every time I'm in, I'm checking on stuff for that, and so far the middle school music people have been unresponsive--what's the point of having the grand unveiling of the new YA section when there are no teens to be found? I admitted I felt broadsided by the whole Open House thing, upon which she promptly quipped, "We all were broadsided by it!"

Nice to know it's not just the staff feeling the burden. She asked about holding a raffle at the Open House, which totally hadn't occurred to me. Yet, anyway. When she suggested giving away an iPod, I laughed and told I'd just bought mine the other week and I was pretty sure I was the last person in town to get one. That made her laugh, too. Now we're thinking video game or music gift cards.

That was a very pleasant hour/hour and a half--then I got slammed with the task of writing an article for the monthly local paper, with a deadline of Thursday. Yeah, I was working only until 2:00, and I was busy with Open House stuff and computer users who thought I was as well-versed with the system as my co-worker at the desk next to me (not coming in until evening).

Finished the article at home about an hour ago, although I'm sure most of it will be changed by the time it goes to the newspaper. I didn't have any idea what the parameters were, and I felt weird writing about myself, but in any event. . .

. . . that's an hour of work at home that I'm counting towards my seventeen for the week. Short workday for me on Friday!

3/09/2009

Impersonating a Pair of Jeans


Great News on the Writing Front

As I was sitting at the Mac last night, trying to work on my writing but feeling daunted by the amount of rebuilding (that seemed to keep growing the more I converted my old backup files), I had no idea I'd be getting a related phone call today.

If you want to make the phone ring, start washing dishes.

Actually, I was down to my last pan and mixing bowl when the phone rang. It was my computer person, whom I'd planned to check in with after dishes anyway.

He apologized for not getting back to me sooner, because the follow-up e-mail I'd sent him about a week ago had gotten snagged on his spam filter. He had great news: a friend of his who has a "clean lab" did him a favor (after hearing my sob story) and was able to recover my old (dead) hard drive!

Granted, I still have to pony up some money, but because of their generosity it won't be at the professional clean lab price. I am super excited.

Now, we just have to make sure the computer person's wife can wait a few days to have their new baby--just until he can get the DVD over to me!

3/08/2009

Embarrassing Technology Bleg

There's a member of the library board that wants the library, and possibly the teen section of the library, to have a FB account(s). I don't know the first thing about it--I don't think she does, either. I can't really find a basic intro in the "about" section.

I personally never wanted an account. Everybody seems to indicate it's a big timewaster, and I'm not really looking for people from my past to find me. Also, I have to watch my professional image because I'm job hunting.


Can anybody give me any pointers? Should I just sign up for an account and noodle around?

The board member lady called me Saturday in the middle of the book sale and pushed for a Tuesday meeting, so I have to get somewhat up to speed as soon as possible.

More on Oldenburg

Shortly after I posted about the Claes Oldenburg artwork in the shopping center, the Ovation channel aired a program about him (I am prescient, no?). Here's an excerpt from it--love watching him draw and hearing him talk as he draws. I'm not sure when they're going to air the program again, but it was really well done. IMO, anyway--I was rapt. Obviously a lot of the "male-female" imagery in his work went over my head as a fairly innocent teenager, so in a way the program deepened my appreciation.

I'm not sure how widely Ovation is available; I didn't know about it until I switched cable providers. Then again, I had basic (non-digital) cable at that time. About a month or so ago, they aired a program from the U.K. called "Lost in Austen," which was a hilarious four-part series about a modern-day gal who gets mixed up in the world of Pride & Prejudice after the door at the back of her bathroom leads to the Bennet house. It appears they will be airing the series again this month, so if you like Austen you should see it. (Of course Mr. Bingley is a very prominent part of the show, in case certain people were wondering.)

Gosh, I have so much I want to blog about, but I have got to clean up my neglected apartment. I've got the patio slider door open to cool the place off, so now I can buzz around. . . well, buzz around the best I can after a physically demanding, but very successful, book sale yesterday.

3/06/2009

The Friday Five: Q in search of A

Five of the many questions running around in my brain this week:

1. Why doesn't the cat understand that if she gets so excited about dinner that she throws herself against my legs, I could trip and hit my head on the kitchen counter, thereby rendering me unable to finish dishing out the food?

2. How is it that the stupidest, meanest, and/or ugliest people manage to find each other and fall in love, and with seemingly little effort?

3. Why do people bring their children to a bookstore to do research?

4. Have we seen the last of the snow in Philly?

5. Can all of us crazy bloggers possibly fit in Tracey's far-out RV?

I am dying to blog more, but tonight was setting up for the big book sale tomorrow (being run by the library's teens!) so I am exhausted. Hope you all have a great weekend!

3/03/2009

Maiden Moment #26-4-18

We had interviews for the new library director today--three candidates--and, to my surprise, I was asked to participate. (Hmmm, is that like being treated as an actual librarian?) I don't know how much my commentary will count for anything, which is fine because I haven't had the length of employment as the rest of the "panel." They were all fairly qualified and personable, but I think it was pretty clear that one that stood out to everyone. I think the Board makes the final decision, so we'll see what we find out in a couple weeks.

In any event, it worked to my advantage because I dressed up a bit more--and wouldn't you know, my supervisor (she of the passive-aggressive chair and shelving maneuvers) finally got around to taking my picture for the article she's submitting to the local paper.

She sent me the article to proofread, but there weren't too many details involving me beyond "this is the new teen librarian"--really, it was more about the fact that we moved the YA section and are making it nice and actually usable. . . oh, and about how she will still have a hand in all the teen stuff, because she likes it.

Oh, O.K. Thanks for clearing that up.

The only thing I really changed in the article was that she titled me "Ms." I don't use it if I have the option to use "Miss." It just communicates something different.

Her: It's not a title I'm fond of, either. [Funny thing is, she's married but at the library the children call her "Miss (first name)."]
Me: I mean, I'm not afraid to tell people I'm single. And hey, it doesn't hurt to say I'm looking.
Her: So I should find some men to introduce to you?
Me: Uh, sure, why not?
Her: You're looking for a nice Catholic man?
[Her husband's a pastor in a Protestant denomination. . . apparently they had a discussion as to what "cantor" meant on my resume' before I was hired. I'm so mystifying.]
Me: Well, Christian would be O.K., too. Really, as long as he's O.K. with my being Catholic that's O.K. with me.

That really is the truth, in my experience. I'm sorry to say I've met far too many men who call themselves Catholic but aren't true to the faith because it interferes with they way they want to date/work/live. Probably there are single Catholic men who have experienced the same frustration regarding some women who claim to be Catholic and behave otherwise. It's a shame. So maybe it's just time everybody forgoes the label hunt and goes for quality.

Couldn't hurt.



(The title number is my high school locker combination. Let's hear it for functioning long term memory!)

3/02/2009

Hey, Kids, It Snowed.

Here's the view from my patio door--you can tell the wind was so fierce last night that it knocked over my chairs:


It was still really windy as I was cleaning off the car and walking around this afternoon. Brrrr! When I came in, I made (non-dairy) hot chocolate and searched for a piece of art I'd seen, strangely enough, in a shopping center ad in a magazine. I knew the artist was Claes Oldenburg right away--it is called Corridor Pin, Blue (shown as slide #02 here). Look how huge it is, in the middle of the (artificial) park!


Oldenburg has been one of my favorite artists since my days as a high school art student, partly because he has a pretty famous piece in Philly, and also partly because I like the philosophy and style of his work. Seemingly ordinary things are exaggerated to the point where the viewer sits up and takes notice. Those mundane things become something else, have another purpose in a way, and no longer can be taken for granted. Maybe in some way, I identify with that!


Anybody else get snow today? Do anything interesting because of it?