Friday, November 30, 2007
Wanted to send a few quick links your way before heading out. Hope you enjoy, and Happy Friday!
The public library in Florence (Alabama) has a pretty cool display.
Meanwhile...the Librarians' Internet Index. The Web site is updated every Thursday morning.
Also...an article about the Universal Digital Library.
And...what I would give to live in New York! Check this out...
New York University will be offering a new Masters Program in Archives and Public History, beginning next fall. NYU officials say the program will combine two existing certificate programs in archives and public history in an effort to recognize "how a rapidly changing global and technological environment is affecting the work of public historians and archivists." The curriculum will offer students "a theoretical grounding" in topics including memory, heritage, commemoration, historic preservation, and "the role of the archive in humanities scholarship." Students will work collaboratively with NYU's Division of Libraries in the areas of digital librarianship, preservation, and collection development. In addition, the program will take advantage of its location, by fostering a "close involvement with New York City's array of archival and public history institutions." The application deadline is March 15.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
The Pursuit of Happyness
I've heard great things about this one for awhile but just never got around to seeing it. So so inspiring and now on my list of favorites.
A bit less inspiring but a must-see if you've worked in a school. Or maybe it should be a requirement for teachers to see before working in a school.
We heard a great "On the Media" episode while driving down the Natchez Trace on the way home from Alabama, and I meant to blog about it right here!
But...I forgot. (blushing now)
So I'm really glad he remembered because it's all about books and literature and technology that affects those things and....Well, just read his blog.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
It's interesting to see how different people use their blogs...what things they focus on-books, kids, random thoughts, cartoons, funny stories. I'm almost always inspired, amused and/or entertained by reading y'all's blogs, and I'm challenged to be a better blogger myself. (I know...lots of progress needed in that area!)
So, if you're reading and blogging, and I don't have your link on the side, please let me know! Otherwise, keep up the good posts, everyone!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Fred meeting his friend Bella...and getting pretty frisky with her.
Freezing our tails off at a Deshler game, which the Tigers won...so it was worth it!
Playing lots of chess at Coldwater Books, our favorite hangout in Tuscumbia. This was the first time Jason and I played in person (not on Facebook). He still defeated me soundly.
And this was just for fun...and a little meanness. :) Roll Tide.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Thank goodness for mobile blogging! I have been away from a real-live computer for most of the week, so I'm looking forward to catching up on all of YOUR blogs tomorrow (and doing a bit of work too-haha). Also trying to resend a pic of Jason and me outside Reese Phifer Hall.
Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving!
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
You never have enough time for a "good" visit.
It is fun driving those little motorized carts at Wal-Mart.
It is strange going back to your old high school to watch a football game for the first time in almost 10 years.
It is nearly impossible to get fly paper out of Bichon fur.
I really love holding my new baby cousins.
Fred will not be getting a brother or sister (4-legged or 2-legged) anytime soon.
Turkey and dressing really is awesome.
I will never get tired of Adam Sandler's Thanksgiving song.
It doesn't get any easier to say goodbye to home.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
I don't think he's ever been to Tuscaloosa.
So much seems to have changed in the three short months we have been gone! Alabama Public Radio has changed around the schedule, the offices, the people. Parking spaces have disappeared all around campus. ACA has spiffed up its library. The city now has a Barnes and Noble as well as a pretty cool football coach (despite last weekend's dismal appearance). And strangely enough, the "Naughty Donkey" is now the Wickles Wicked Bean. What is that?!
Good to know, though, that a few things remain. Heritage House still has the city's best coffee. Dreamland appears to be thriving, as does our home church. And Reese Phifer stands strong.
Anyway, despite the changes, all is still right with the world. Now time for pizza and Charlie Brown!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
In the meantime, enjoy a little wisdom of Pooh...
I have a house where I go
When there's too many people,
I have a house where I go
Where no one can be;
I have a house where I go,
Where nobody ever says "No";
Where no one says anything--so
There is no one but me.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
As far as I know, we currently have no policy in place regarding these; although, in my experience, Christian librarians tend to keep an eye on the content of many web sites, these included.
Here is an article about creating a social software policy.
So, what about your library? Any policies/thoughts regarding these networks?
Similarly, what's your take on social bookmarking? My husband has really gotten into del.icio.us, but it hasn't attracted me in the same way Facebook and Blogger have. I do see a lot of potential positives, however, especially concerning professional development, resource sharing, that type of thing.
Anyway, here's an article about that as well!
One more week to Thanksgiving!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
My new drawer organizers came in today, and I love them!
Only one week of work left before the Thanksgiving break!
November...pumpkin spice lattes, leaves, turkey--what's not to like?
Dinner is prepped already--BBQ chicken, mashed potatoes, carrots
Apples--Pink lady & honeycrisp=perfect blend of red & yellow.
Yelling for Alabama football...even though we didn't win Saturday. :(
Our dean of libraries wanted the faculty/staff to take a look at this article. I loved it! And it was so relevant, I think. Hope you like it, too.
Meanwhile, there's been an interesting discussion on the SLIS listserv lately about cell phone policy in the library. My colleagues have everything from a zero-use policy to pleas for vibrate-only to a bonafide Society for HandHeld Hushing (SHHH). heehee
We at Southwestern don't really have a written policy (as far as I know), but we do unofficially encourage patrons to use their phones in the snack areas (separate rooms) or outside. And, surprisingly, we hardly have any problems.
Here are a couple of articles about cell phones in general:
What's YOUR cell policy?
Also, Alabama becomes the first state to choose a Bible textbook.
And, finally, David asks..."How would you cope if you had no way to use the Internet for a week?"
I actually don't have Internet access at home, so I'm usually without it every weekend anyway! I would miss it, but I think I would just look at it as a welcome break from all the electronic "noise."
My husband, on the other hand...Sheesh!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Well, this is my first case of blogger's block during NaBloPoMo.
So...we had a fun weekend hanging out with friends and their dogs, cleaning house, checking projects off the to-do list, going to an awesome church service and just lazing around!
That's all she wrote!
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Anyway, I have noticed that every time this happens that Fred has this expression on his face that looks just like Mr. Yunioshi in Breakfast at Tiffany's.
For those of you who haven't seen this incredible film, Mr. Yunioshi is Holly Golightly's upstairs neighbor. He is an artist who is always being disturbed by her late-night shenanigans. And there is one scene in particular where he and Fred have the same perturbed expression.
Sorry to be a bit of a blogging slacker, but I don't have pictures to prove my point...yet. I'll work on getting those a.s.a.p.
In the meantime, happy weekend!
Friday, November 09, 2007
Thursday, November 08, 2007
My favorite watering hole, though, would have to be the tiny fish pond right here on Southwestern's campus. There are park benches, a gazebo, big rocks that let you stand right up next to the water and lots of fish! The seminary provides the food, and this is what happens when you feed the fish...
You can't see the hundreds of tiny fish fellows in the pictures, but it's a lot of fun watching them as well. (I've been wondering how they handle the colder weather, but we haven't really had any yet!)
Overall, I love having lunch with my husband, sitting outside, feeding the fish. Granted, it's not the same as spending the day on the Tennessee River, but it's a pretty nice consolation prize.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
My aunt loaned me her copy of this book recently with the disclaimer that she thought I was finally ready to read it. She had expressed hesitation about my doing so before now because my mother's death was still so present in my memory.
In three weeks, it will have been five years since my mother died, and there were times during this book that I thought I still might not be ready to read this yet.
I say that as an introduction because, for those of us who have lost someone close, it is a difficult book to read. But that is precisely what makes it a good book. Through Joan Didion's clear descriptions, you are able to feel much of what she felt when she was faced with her husband's death and her daughter's serious illness.
She revisits places in her memory, juxtaposing them against her current grief. She lets you know what it feels like to be emotionally raw, to grieve, to mourn, to know the difference between grieving and mourning.
“Grief was passive. Grief happened. Mourning, the act of dealing with grief, required attention.”
She humbly and honestly presents the irrational feeling of responsibility that I know I had when my mother died. If you have not gone through this, it doesn't make sense to think "I could've stopped that heart attack (or brain tumor or car accident)." If you have gone through this, you know exactly how she feels.
Referring to Emily Post's etiquette, she gives you practical insight on how best to approach someone who is grieving, on how to help get them through the day.
I had a hard time choosing favorite quotes for this because I wanted to include half of the book. I give it a high recommendation but with my own disclaimers. For those of you who have never lost someone close to you, read this to help you understand how the rest of us feel and to help you prepare for the time when you will lose someone. For those of you who have already been touched by death, read this to know that you are not alone. But I agree that you should not read it too soon. Give it a few years; then you might be ready for your own year of magical thinking.
Life changes fast. Life changes in the instant. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.
I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us.
Confronted with sudden disaster we all focus on how unremarkable the circumstances were in which the unthinkable occurred, the clear blue sky from which the plane fell, the routine errand that ended on the shoulder with the car in flames.
Grief, when it comes, is nothing we expect it to be. What I felt in each instance [of her parents’ deaths] was sadness, loneliness (the loneliness of the abandoned child of whatever age), regret for time gone by, for things unsaid, for my inability to share or even in any real way to acknowledge, at the end, the pain and helplessness and physical humiliation they each endured...Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it…We might expect if the death is sudden to feel shock. We do not expect this shock to be obliterative, dislocating to both body and mind.
Any answer he gave could exist only in my imagination, my edit. For me to imagine what he could say…would seem obscene, a violation…We imagined we knew everything the other thought, even when we did not necessarily want to know it, but in fact, I have come to see, we knew not the smallest fraction of what there was to know.
I notice that I have lost the skills for ordinary social encounters, however undeveloped those skills may have been, that I had a year ago…I also notice that I do not have the resilience I had a year ago.
I did not want to finish the year because I know that as the days pass, as January becomes February and February becomes summer, certain things will happen. My image of John at the instant of his death will become less immediate, less raw. It will become something that happened in another year.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
You are Robin
Young and acrobatic. You don't mind stepping aside to give someone else glory.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
Patchett says in the introduction, “They are better than novels I’ve been reading. They are more daring, more artful, and more original.”
Amen, sister. Of course, in any group of anything, you’ll likely find something you don’t like. (Did that sentence make sense?) However, the majority of these stories were just lovely. I had no luck in trying to pick a favorite, in fact. Some were heart-breaking, others witty. Some were simply strange, but they were all intense and thought-provoking. Stories ranging from the escapades of a wannabe tattoo artist to a contented, curse-prone cowboy. A bizarre account of random speakers at an artist’s funeral, a beautiful glimpse into a young girl’s first kiss, several incredible perspectives on marriage, family and death. Other than the Bible, where else would you find one book that covers this range of material?!
(From the Foreword)
“Because they can be consumed in a sitting, we tend to think of short stories as the equivalent of literary bonbons, small bites to satisfy a small craving or to fill a little space in the day. Short they may be, and yet the work of digesting a good story is anything but quick.”
I expected to read through this collection pretty quickly. However, I generally found myself reading the first half of a story on the treadmill in the mornings and the second half as I waited for my husband to emerge from the library in the afternoons. This meant that I have been reading the book for awhile now, but I really had time to “digest” some of these stories. What a treat! (Much like the afore-mentioned sundae.)
So I will join Patchett and ask you to get behind the often-unappreciated short story as well. She explains in the introduction that the short story needs a publicist because “It does not go out and get you. It waits for you. It waits and waits and waits.”
But if you’re waiting for a good short story to come along, wait no longer. I would wholeheartedly recommend this collection. And, while you're reading, go ahead and enjoy that sundae.
From Once the Shore...
“Maybe going somewhere else was an act of remembrance, of where you were from. A world of mirrors in which you witnessed a countless number of things that could have occurred at home or anywhere. And maybe, just maybe, that in itself was worth doing now and again.”
From The Ambush...
“There was something nightmarish about the dusty green gloss of the camellia bushes, deep, deep cover where our sniper lay and waited for us. Every day, he drew us in as if by a poisonous charm; every day, we dove from the trap and crawled for cover, as round after round of fire cracked over our heads.”
From Refresh, Refresh...
“My father wore steel-toed boots, Carhartt jeans, and a T-shirt advertising some place he had traveled to, maybe Yellowstone or Seattle.”
From After a Life...
“A woman accepted anything from life and made it the best; a man bargained for the better but also the worse.”
From A New Gravestone for an Old Grave...
“Viktor paused and contemplated his grandparents’ graves. They evoked in him a peculiar timbre of grief—grief not over what he had lost but over what he had never had. A baser, more selfish form of grief. The kind that permitted him only to mumble a self-conscious good-bye before turning back up the path.”
Wild About Harry's is a place we kind of happened upon while drooling over the Macs at the Apple store in Dallas. It's right next door, and we were intrigued by the delicious smell of the homemade waffle cones. They also have great coffee and custard, but my favorite thing on the menu was the veggie dog--any way you want it. Nice.
Freebirds World Burrito is, so far, the best Mexican food we have found here in the metroplex. It's similar to Qdoba, but Jason was excited that Freebirds has refried beans (and a bit more variety in general). Not to mention they are sporting the name of the second-coolest Skynrd song and a Statue of Liberty riding a motorcycle hanging from a ceiling. And as if all that weren't enough, they also encourage you to make foil art out of your burrito wrapper. (That's an elephant, if you can't tell. Roll Tide.)
But the hands-down winner is...
Ah, Chapps...our friendly neighborhood burger joint (except I don't eat the burgers). I think I've mentioned Kincaid's in a post before. It is a Fort Worth staple and quite tasty. However, Chapps is half a mile from our house, and the atmosphere is a bit quieter, more hole-in-the-wall but not gross. They have sports going on the TVs. Jason loves their burgers, and I've gotten addicted to their grilled Cajun chicken sandwich, along with the Cajun fries. The heat/taste balance is absolutely perfect. But if I'm feeling like something spicier or less meaty, I go for the Cajun fries with the works. Same yummy spices, but throw on jalapenos, cheese, bacon bits, and, as my brother says, it makes you want to slap your grandma. Throw on a vanilla malt, and you're good to go.
We've gotten in the habit of picking up Chapps on the way home on Friday nights...and sometimes returning for lunch on Sundays. And when we eat there, I tend to reminisce about it for the rest of the night. Seriously. If you come visit us, that's where we're taking you.
OK, so that's my morning ode to food. Tell me about your favorite places!
And I wish you all a happy Friday!
Thursday, November 01, 2007
We had no trick-or-treaters, but we still had fun dressing up, watching Van Helsing and eating Hershey Bars. (Except Fred did not partake of said Hershey Bars...as far as we know.)
Just to start off on a sidenote, I wish the article had been more clear about how the teacher used the n-word and in what contexts. I'm not advocating the use of the word, but it was hard to tell if the usage was truly excessive without more details.
Mainly, though, how do you deal with this when you are studying, teaching and/or reading novels by Mark Twain, Flannery O'Connor, William Faulkner and others who used terms that are now deemed inappropriate? I know Maggie dealt with this issue recently in the summer reading challenge, but I think the topic takes on an extra significance when you are talking about teaching a novel to kids, even when those kids are high school seniors.
And, again, I'm not trying to push for the use of the word, but something inside me cringes when the immediate reaction is "take the book out of the curriculum" or "pull it off the shelf." I tend to want everyone to pause, take a step back and see if we can still see a book's literary worth without condoning certain language or practices. Can we find creative ways to teach it and even discuss issues surrounding these offensive words, or do we have to be so sensitive that we can't even bring up a topic like this in a class?
So, that's what was running through my head as I read the article this morning. How about you? Any thoughts?
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