Thursday, January 29, 2009

status symbol?

As best friend K and I sit across from each other at Caribou--occasionally chatting--we are both tooling around on Facebook.

Yep. We are those Yuppy idiots at the coffee shop.

We were just chatting about peoples' face book status lines,

"Monster is: _____________________ (you fill in the blank)."

People use this line to:

  • discuss their political views, "Monster is 'YES WE CAN!'"
  • share that they are sick, "Monster is coughing up a lung!"
  • share your dieting tricks, "Monster is using a thigh master plus!"
  • And more...

So, thought we'd come up with some good status line messages:

  • "Monster is making fun of your Mom."
  • "Monster is waxing someone's back."
  • "Monster is sitting on the toilet...while I write this!"
  • "Monster is worried about the raising rates of kitty AIDS!"

So, what does your status line say!?

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

greeting his characters no more

"Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled, to muster for another day's progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper." John Updike

Writer John Updike passed away today. Updike was 76. Article here at NPR.

Here is a Bibliography of his works:
THE CARPENTERED HEN AND OTHER TAME CREATURES, 1958
HOPING for a HOOPOE, 1958
THE POORHOUSE FAIR, 1959
THE SAME DOOR, 1959
RABBIT, RUN, 1960
'A&P', 1961 (short story, first published in The New Yorker)
PIGEON FEATHERS, 1962
THE CENTAUR, 1963
TELE PHONE POLES, 1963
OLINGER STORIES, 1964
OF THE FARM, 1965
ASSORTED PROSE, 1965
THE MUSIC SCHOOL, 1966
THE COUPLES, 1968
MIDPOINT AND OTHER POEMS, 1969
BECH: A BOOK, 1970
MUSEUMS AND WOMEN, 1972
RABBIT REDUX, 1972
SIX POEMS, 1973
BUCHANAN DYING, 1974
A MONTH OF SUNDAYS, 1975
PICKED-UP PIECES, 1975
MARRY ME, 1976
TOSSING AND TURNING, 1977
THE COUP, 1978
AN ODDLY LOVELY DAY ALONE, 1979
PROBLEMS, 1979
SIXTEEN SONNETS, 1979
FIVE POEMS, 1980
YOUR LOVER JUST CALLED, 1981
RABBIT IS RICH, 1981 (Pulitzer Prize)
OTHER JOHN UPDIKE, 1982
HUGGING THE SHORE, 1983
JESTER'S DOZEN, 1984
ed. THE YEARS BEST AMERICAN SHORT STORIES, 1984
THE WITCHES OF EASTWICK, 1984
ROGER'S VERSION, 1986
FACING NATURE, 1986
TRUST ME, 1987
SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS, 1987
FORTY STORIES, 1987
S., 1989
JUST LOOKING, 1989
SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS, 1989
RABBIT AT REST, 1990 (Pulitzer Prize)
ODD JOBS, 1991
MEMORIES OF THE FORD ADMINISTRATION, 1992
COLLECTED POEMS 1953-1992,1993
BRAZIL, 1994
THE AFTERLIFE AND OTHER STORIES, 1995
GOLF DREAMS, 1996
IN THE BEAUTY OF THE LILIES, 1996
TOWARD THE END OF TIME, 1997
BEACH AT BAY, 1998
MORE MATTER, 1999
GERTRUDE AND CLAUDIUS, 2000
LICKS OF LOVE: SHORT STORIES AND A SEQUEL, 'RABBIT REMEMBERED', 2000
AMERICANA, 2001
SEEK MY FACE, 2002
THE EARLY STORIES: 1953-1975, 2003
VILLAGES, 2004
STILL LOOKING: ESSAYS ON AMERICAN ART, 2005
TERRORIST, 2006
DUE CONSIDERATIONS: ESSAYS AND CRITICISM, 2007
THE WIDOWS OF EASTWICK, 2008

Bibliography available here.

In my norm of cheering myself up with poetry, thought I'd mention Billy Collins newest book, Ballistics, which came out in September 2008. Here is the New York Times review of it! Miss Cellaneous sent me this article from Booklist--thanks Miss C! Looking forward to reading it.

Would also like to give a shout out to a new follower, Sarah L., of The Bunless Librarian. Thanks for joining Misadventures and welcome.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

better than playing in traffic: activities for babies in the library

I am always in pursuit of cool sensory things for the Baby storytime group which I work with, for two reasons: 1. It is really hard to do cool things with babies...everything is a choking or poisoning hazard. 2. I feel because of reason #1, this group gets overlooked a little in the Library world.

So, I decided to dedicate some time to come up with cutesie things I could do/use with the babies. I came up with two ideas. The first is not a new idea, it is something I actually learned about a million years ago when I was a daycare/preschool teacher. When I worked with infants we used to make these cool water shakers, which the babies always loved and which kept their attention. These were also fun for the infants learning to roll over and crawl. They would bat the bottles around and try to chase them. These shaker bottles are super simple to make; the instructions are as follows:
  • Just take any empty water bottle, wash it out and rip off the labels. (If you are having a problem getting the label glue off, soak the bottles in hot soapy water--filling the water bottles up with water so they sink to the bottom of the sink is a good idea!)
  • Once cleaned, fill up the water bottles half and half: half water and half Caro Syrup (light corn syrup). The corn syrup slows down the motion of the glitter you add, giving it a cooler effect.
  • Add a tablespoon or two of sparkles, glitter, whatever. As you will see in the pics, I experimented with different colors (and even amounts of stuff--less is more, I found).
  • Once done filling the bottles, make sure to twist the caps as tight as possible, then hot glue gun around the lids of the bottles, thus insuring that the bottles won't leak.

The other project I am working on are going to be sensory mitts. I have huge bags of great northern beans and lentils that I found while cleaning my pantry, and not knowing how old they are and also not wanting to waste them I brought them to work with me. I purchased a half dozen pairs of children's mittens from the dollar store, which I will fill up with the beans/lentils so that the babies can feel different textures during the sensory section of our story time. Working on finishing those gloves this week!

"Shaken, not stirred," a view from the side.

All 8 shakers I have made so far.

A side view of the skaken shakers! I love how the corn syrup helps suspend the glitter in the liquid!

Friday, January 23, 2009

Obama's reading list

For those of you, who like me, like to know what people are reading/what people's favorites books are! I found an article called, "Barack Obama's Favorite Books." Thought I would share some of it:

“The often repeated claim that Barack Obama will be America’s most bookish president is probably a little harsh on the 43 past residents of the White House. Recently Karl Rove, George Bush’s Deputy Chief of Staff from 2004 until 2007, revealed his boss read 95 books in 2006 and another 51 in 2007 but no-one is praising Mr Bush’s devotion to the written word.

Still, Barack Obama is clearly an avid reader and literature has massively influenced his politics. He talks about books at the drop of a hat, is frequently seen with a book in his hand and, of course, has penned two worldwide bestsellers himself. He has won Grammys for the audio versions of both his books – Dreams From My Father and The Audacity of Hope. He even used book tour appearances designed to promote The Audacity of Hope as thinly-veiled political rallies to position himself as the next Democratic contender for the presidency…

In May, he was photographed carrying Fareed Zakaria’s The Post-American World as he walked across the tarmac at an airport in Bozeman, Montana. The book outlines America’s declining influence in international politics – was he formulating policies for dealing with rising powers like China, India and Brazil?
In October, the New York Times asked Obama to provide a list of books and writers that were significant to him. Here goes – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Thomas Jefferson, Mark Twain, Abraham Lincoln, James Baldwin, W. E. B. DuBois’ Souls of Black Folk, Martin Luther King’s Letter From Birmingham Jail, Toni Morrison’s Song of Solomon, Graham Greene’s The Power and the Glory and The Quiet American, Doris Lessing’s The Golden Notebook, Alexander Solzhenitsyn’s Cancer Ward, John Steinbeck’s In Dubious Battle, Robert Caro’s Power Broker, Studs Terkel’s Working, Adam Smith’s Wealth of Nations and Theory of Moral Sentiments, and also Robert Penn Warren’s All the King’s Men – a novel about a corrupt Southern governor (Rod Blagojevich anyone?). And then there were his theology and philosophy influences - Friedrich Nietzsche, Reinhold Niebuhr and Paul Tillich.

He mentioned Morrison’s Song of Solomon many times during his Democratic and Presidential campaigns in 2008, including in an interview with Rolling Stone magazine where he listed Shakespeare and Ernest Hemingway’s For Whom The Bell Tolls as key influences (incidentally, John McCain also named For Whom The Bell Tolls as his favorite read). Herman Melville’s Moby Dick, E.L. Doctorow and Philip Roth have also cropped up in interviews. Parting the Waters by Taylor Branch – a Pulitzer Prize-winning book about Martin Luther King – is another favorite. With two young daughters - Malia and Sasha - to entertain, he’s read all seven of the Harry Potter books.

Once the votes were cast and he was Washington-bound, Team of Rivals by Doris Kearns Goodwin became the Barack book of the moment. It describes how Abraham Lincoln brought his political enemies into his cabinet in order to harness their skills. A student of Honest Abe, Barack mentioned the book several times in interviews.

Later in November, he left his Chicago home carrying a hardcover copy of Lincoln: The Biography of a Writer by Fred Kaplan – clearly getting in some last-minute homework before beginning the process of naming his cabinet. In the same month, he was spotted carrying a copy of Derek Walcott’s Collected Poems 1948-1984..."

See here for full article.

Ok, seriously, this was my favorite sentence in the WHOLE article!
"Recently Karl Rove, George Bush’s Deputy Chief of Staff from 2004 until 2007, revealed his boss read 95 books in 2006 and another 51 in 2007 but no-one is praising Mr Bush’s devotion to the written word."

Ummm...picture books don't count!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

library's role in times of economic hardship

Another very close friend was laid off last week. That makes 3 out of my circle of friends here in the past 6 months.

My bro-in-law's company is still forcing all employees to work at a 3o% pay cut for the time being.

And also this week at Library X we just learned that we are still over budget (this after all of our materials budgets were cut substantially from last year) for the year and they are again cutting hours and asking people to pick up more slack. I am still safe. I honestly don't know how I would get all of my programming done if I worked any less hours.

All this got me to thinking of the library's role in our economic crisis. This article "Folks Are Flocking to the Library, a Cozy Place to Look for a Job," from the Wall Street Journal basically says what most Librarians have been noticing for a while now:


"A few years ago, public libraries were being written off as goners. The Internet had made them irrelevant, the argument went. But libraries across the country are reporting jumps in attendance of as much as 65% over the past year, as newly unemployed people flock to branches to fill out résumés and scan ads for job listings."


Here in Michigan, and at Library X we are no stranger to this. According to the Department of Energy, Labor and Economic Growth (Wednesday) Michigan's unemployment rate just hit 10.6% in December; the highest it has been in 25 years. (1984 showed the unemployment rate hitting 10.9%, "The state was then emerging from the worst economic downturn since the Great Depression. " [Ann Arbor News].) (Stats found here.)


I see some of the same patrons day in and day out, searching for jobs, posting resumes; and it is nice in a way to be the go-between for these people. To offer encouragement and just listen to where they are in their search, etc. I would like to think that in all of this, we as a Community will grow stronger.

We as Libraries are called to serve unfailingly during this time; to offer programs that reflect the needs of our communities; to focus on all of the great FREE things that patrons have access to with their library card: movie rentals, the Museum Adventure Pass program, internet access, story times, crafts for kids, programing, etc.

While we can't offer advice, we can offer encouragement, guidance to proper materials: GED test guides, SAT guides, Firefighter exam practice books, US Government Civil Service Test prep materials. We teach people to use the internet, send emails, copy and paste resumes from archaic programs like Microsoft Works into Microsoft Word.

And broken down in the simplest, most Pollyanna-ic of terms, we can offer a smile. For the love of God, that is the cheapest, most easily produced thing that we can offer.

Yep. Libraries are an asset to these tough economic times.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

hail to the Chief

HOORAY!
PRESIDENT OBAMA:
"My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we the people have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents.
So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.
These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.
On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.
We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.
For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.
For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sanh.
Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.
For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. All this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. Those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers ... our found fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all the other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to the suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.
This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.
This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:
'Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet (it).'

America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thank you. God bless you. And God bless the United States of America."
Speech found here from NPR.
More soon! Congrats President Obama!

Thursday, January 15, 2009

sick and tired...literally

I am sick. Well, on the mend.
It came on Tuesday afternoon, right after my post. I wonder at that I was feeling so many tumultuous things on Tuesday and then I got sick. Foreshadowing, perhaps?
Anyway, the fever of Tuesday and Wednesday is gone, but the cough is persistent. I am thankful that I don't have a sore throat, as nothing vexes me more when I am sick than a sore throat, but this cough is giving me a headache. It is one of those really hard coughs that makes your whole body just ache.
Ugh.

This morning as I was leaving for work my car got stuck in a rut full of snow at the end of my driveway and there is decided to stay: half in my driveway, half in the street. People drove by and stared, probably marveling at my feat. I imagined neighbors peeking out their windows and saying, "Ehh?"

I had to have my car pulled out by a towing company; the same company who came and pulled me out when I slid off my driveway about a month ago. The same driver in fact who looked at me and said, "I've been here before not too long ago, haven't I?"

Yep, one of those days.

I had Baby Storytime this morning and I showed up just as it was supposed to start and had to hurry to get things rolling a few minutes late. All the moms were tre cool about it, and asked after my car. It was then that I had to pause and appreciate the coolness of the parents in this group. Today after storytime they decided that we should start an email mailing list for all of them so they can network more. Very cool.

That was the highlight of my day.
Now I am going home to rest some more.
This week has sucked...a little. Weeks like these make me feel the mean reds...just a little. And some conversations with a friend have led me to a lot of thinking. Needed to clear my head with some poetry.
Found this poem.
It is sad and contemplative and so many things.
I like it.
Hope you do to.

Limits
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset,
There must be one (which, I am not sure)
That I by now have walked for the last time
Without guessing it, the pawn of that Someone

Who fixes in advance omnipotent laws,
Sets up a secret and unwavering scale
for all the shadows, dreams, and forms
Woven into the texture of this life.

If there is a limit to all things and a measure
And a last time and nothing more and forgetfulness,
Who will tell us to whom in this house
We without knowing it have said farewell?

Through the dawning window night withdraws
And among the stacked books which throw
Irregular shadows on the dim table,
There must be one which I will never read.

There is in the South more than one worn gate,
With its cement urns and planted cactus,
Which is already forbidden to my entry,
Inaccessible, as in a lithograph.

There is a door you have closed forever
And some mirror is expecting you in vain;
To you the crossroads seem wide open,
Yet watching you, four-faced, is a Janus.

There is among all your memories one
Which has now been lost beyond recall.
You will not be seen going down to that fountain
Neither by white sun nor by yellow moon.

You will never recapture what the Persian
Said in his language woven with birds and roses,
When, in the sunset, before the light disperses,
You wish to give words to unforgettable things.

And the steadily flowing Rhone and the lake,
All that vast yesterday over which today I bend?
They will be as lost as Carthage,
Scourged by the Romans with fire and salt.

At dawn I seem to hear the turbulent
Murmur of crowds milling and fading away;
They are all I have been loved by, forgotten by;
Space, time, and Borges now are leaving me.

~ Jorge Luis Borges

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

tempest kind of day

I am feeling very tempestuous today.
My insides gather and slam into my rib cage,
frothing and foaming like the unruly Sea as storms aproach.
I am Caliban, wild and unruly.
I could strike out and knock over buildings.
My sighs could lay flat a field of wheat.
The roll of my eyes is nearly audible.
Ugh.

The only thing I can do in such times is pray and read poetry. This helped. One of my favorite poets; so familiar sometimes.

When the wind works against us in the dark,
And pelts with snow
The lowest chamber window on the east,
And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,
The beast,
‘Come out! Come out!’--
It costs no inward struggle not to go,
Ah, no!
I count our strength,
Two and a child,
Those of us not asleep subdued to mark
How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,
--How drifts are piled,
Dooryard and road ungraded,
Till even the comforting barn grows far away
And my heart owns a doubt
Whether ’tis in us to arise with day
And save ourselves unaided.

~ Robert Frost, A Boy's Life, 1915

Monday, January 12, 2009

after respite

It is hard to think of what I want to say after posting nothing of my own substance as of late. With the holidays over and programs at the Library back in full swing, I feel like my week spent out East in Massachusetts--at the Farm I used to work out--was eons ago.

Best friend K and I were set to leave for our roadtrip the Sunday after Christmas...which we did. However, we decided to leave at 1:30 a.m. instead of 5am, to be adventurers, in "true roadtrip fashion," and really because we had gone out with our friends that night and neither one of us were the least bit tired...So it began. A journey. A roadtrip. A homecoming (for me).

When my Dad died just over a year ago, we spent the next 6 months cleaning out our family home that we had lived in for over 20 years.
My Mom moved out.
The house was sold.

And in all that I really lost a sense of "home," in that Hallmark Card sense of the word; the "home" where family gathers for holidays, dinners, etc. etc. Since I lost the tangible home of my youth, I further latched onto the place where I feel happiest in the world. My "home" at the Farm.

So it is in each visit there that I am restored and re-centered in the way that you can only be after getting back to a place where so much of you has been deposited, where you have been altered, where you have felt joy, sadness, known tears and triumphs.

That said, we all had a good time. Best friend K and I picked up TSO in PA, and then the three of us journeyed on. We spent the Sunday-Friday catching up with friends, etc. etc. and generally having a great time.

Now that I am back at the Library things feel as though they will be a constant until Summer Reading beings and of course that in itself is nucking futs. My winter/spring programs are as such:

Baby Storytimes: Had 18 people at my last baby storytime! That is nuts. (8 babies, 9 parents and one sibling). Also a really cool crew of parents coming to this group! Yay for active parents in the Library!

Toddler Storytimes: this semester (yes, I think like a student, though I am no longer one) we are doing a different theme each week (working with one theme for 5 weeks was soooo boring and I was totally out of un-lame ideas by the end). Today was Birds. The kids made these cute little crayon and feather birds today to take home. ADORABLE. Got a great group of parents/grandparents bringing the kids to this one.

Build Class: Kids bring in building materials (i.e. Legos, Lincoln Logs...not cement and lumber) and spend 45 creating (with their parents). Thought this would be a fun way to get parents to spend some time with their kids in the Library setting. I had heard this program is a great way to draw in reluctant boys (only had girls at my first program however).

Baking Class: A monthly event for kids to come in and do some cooking on a Sunday afternoon. Only had four kids for the first one, but they were a great bunch of very energetic girls...so, suffice to say, I wanted a drink by the time they left. ;)

Game Night: Every couple weeks the kids gather and we play games; anything from Jenga to Chess.

Afternoon Elementary Group: We are focusing on the difference between kids of today and kids of days gone by. Each time we meet the kids will learn different things that people in the past were responsible for making, or things that people in the past used. This week we are making candles and candle holders. Should be interesting. Will have to post pics.

And as always I still have my four groups of Pre-K kids that come every Friday for storytime. They are wonderful.

No better way then to end a long day at work then to hear this little boy cracking up insanely at the Children's computers. Some sounds are so wonderful!

Oh, also wanted to give a shout out to:
Eva from Eva, Entertained, and to RachMay of Shiny New Things
new followers of Misadventures. Welcome Eva!

slang for the new year

I love reading urban slang found here. It was cracking me up at work today. Here is a good one:

Bunny Boiler

"Taken from the Glenn Close character in 'Fatal Attraction', boiling her Ex'es pet rabbit. after a relationship break up, the person who wants some kind of revenge, like stalking, or harrasment

'Man i can't believe kate, after we broke up she keeps ringing my place and hanging up when I answer, she turned into a bunny boiler for real!' "

I have never seen Fatal Attraction, so I guess I need to now.

Friday, January 9, 2009

misadventures in awards

So, it appears that I have been awarded the Prémio Dardos Award by Michele at A Reader's Respite!

Doing some research, I found the best explanation of the award on Holly J's blog

"The Prémio Dardos is given for recognition of cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values transmitted in the form of creative and original writing. These stamps were created with the intention of promoting fraternization between bloggers, a way of showing affection and gratitude for work that adds value to the Web.

'Com Prémio Dardos se reconhecem os valores que cada blogueiro emprega ao transmitir valores culturais, éticos, literários, pessoais, etc. que, em suma, demonstram sua criatividade através do pensamento vivo que está e permanece intacto entre suas letras, entre suas palavras. Esses selos foram criados com a intenção de promover a confraternização entre os blogueiros, uma forma de demonstrar carinho e reconhecimento por um trabalho que agregue valor à Web.'

The rules are easy:
1) Accept the award by posting it on your blog along with the name of the person that has granted the award and a link to his/her blog.
2) Pass the award to another 15 blogs that are worthy of this acknowledgement, remembering to contact each of them to let them know they have been selected for this award."

This award is a cool way to connect with people in the blog world and show your appreciation to other bloggers. Thanks Michele, I am honored!

In turn, I award the Prémio Dardos to:

Working Girl Blog
Urban Etiquette
Traveling Shoes
Tizzy's Blog
The Light of the world is flickering
Effing Librarian
Running with Tweezers
Quarter Life Query
No.1 Mouse Place
Marytree
Margaret&Helen
Life in Avalon
JennPavrific
Horseback Riding on Second Avenue

Thursday, January 8, 2009

shout out!

Wanted to give a shout out and thank you to my newest followers (does anyone else think it's strange that they call people who read your blog "followers," sounds like I am forming a CULT!!):

Clover from Inchoate
CK from CK the Librarian
Jacob from Canyon Park Life
and Michelle at Readers Respite
(Michele--your profile picture is so beautiful--what sweet little babies you have!)

When people ask about blogging, one of the things that I always mention is how cool it is that we form communities in a sense by who's blogs we follow, so I appreciate you all stopping in and look forward to getting to "know you better," by reading your blogs as well. :)

I will try and post something more soon!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

still here

I am still alive. I haven't had enough time to sit down and write anything worth while lately. Soon. Soon. Until then. Read this little slice of wonderful:

Are You There? W.H. Auden

Each lover has some theory of his own
About the difference between the ache
Of being with his love, and being alone:

Why what, when dreaming, is dear flesh and bone
That really stirs the senses, when awake,
Appears a simulacrum of his own.

Narcissus disbelieves in the unknown;
He cannot join his image in the lake
So long as he assumes he is alone.

The child, the waterfall, the fire, the stone,
Are always up to mischief, though, and take
The universe for granted as their own.

The elderly, like Proust, are always prone
To think of love as a subjective fake;
The more they love, the more they feel alone.

Whatever view we hold, it must be shown
Why every lover has a wish to make
Some kind of otherness his own:
Perhaps, in fact, we never are alone.

I have been thinking a lot about relationships lately, so this poem felt very apropos.

Happy January all!

Monday, January 5, 2009

welcome the new year with poetry

"MAYBE January is the cruelest month. The holiday bills fester, the garden catalogs have not yet arrived with their immodest promises of spring, and escaping to warmer climes is harder now that the economy has stopped working.

It’s a perfect time to sit in a chair, calmly, with a lap robe and a comforting book of poetry, and to think about where we live, listen to the heartbeat of here, and learn how words mean home..." Tina Kelley, in a NYTimes article recently.

I thought I would share some links to some fav poems, though none of these peeps are from MI.

Hope everyone is having a Happy New Year!

Billy Collins, Thesaurus
Billy Collins Taking off Emily Dickinson's Clothes
Robert Frost, October
Walt Whitman, I sing the body electric
Elizabeth Bishop, The Map

ENJOY!