Monthly Archives: January 2008

ha ha ha! i love this picture

in addition to the ALA conference in disneyland that i’m hoping to go to this summer, there’s also the annual IFLA (international federation of library associations) conference. it’s in quebec this year–last year it was in south africa. and though, sure, maybe i’d rather go to africa, canada is at least a lot closer and cheaper. plus, i’ve never been and i totally am curious about our big, northern neighbor.

so, i’m probably going to submit (along with some group members) my paper from last semester on the university in kenya for one of the programs. sweet, right? but what am i thinking submitting things to conferences? am i crazy? the whole submitting part seems easy (once you come up with a title) but i think i’m forgetting the payoff part wherein i’ll actually have to stand in front of an audience and speak.

ANNNND, the SAA (sociey of american archivists) conference is in san francisco this summer too so that one’s easy to go to. but i have nothing to submit to them. YET.

with this happening next to me, is it any wonder i’m getting no work done?

i’m thinking of going to the ALA conference this summer. (it’s at disneyland.) and i was thinking of submitting a poster presentation proposal for my juvenile hall library research. but i need a really good title NOW because the deadline for submission is january 31st. ideas?

Delinquents Defined: Juvenile Hall Library Usage and Effects

Juvenile Hall Libraries: A Survey of Users

guh. i want something that’s eye-grabbing and i’m too tired to think.

today i decided to look around for moo’s cat carrier. which i bought for her special because it’s cow patterned. i saw my mom bring it out of the vet’s afterwards, but then i didn’t know what she had done with it. and i thought maybe i’d like to know where it was. and maybe i was ready to put it back in my room on the shelf. but then i found it on the bed in the sewing room and promptly burst in to tears and had to curl up around it on my couch and sob for a while.

i don’t tell you about this to make you feel sorry for me. i write it because writing is how i deal with grief and i’m trying really hard to get through this. so don’t feel bad. though thank you to everyone who has emailed/called me with comforting thoughts and concerned emoticons.

also today (for a spot of cheer) i went to my internship at the sailor academy. today was a little less fun than tuesday because they were back to normal uniforms. on tuesday there was a career fair and all the sailors were in dress uniforms.

omfg.

so fucking hot.

i told jason about it and he expressed disdain for sailors in uniforms. what kind of homo are you, jason? possibly my sailor-lust has to do with overexposure to old movies in my youth with fred astaire in a white sailor costume dancing around singing, “We joined the Navy to see the world / And what did we see? / We saw the sea.” that shit’s indelible, man. i will forever lust after sailors and wish for waltzing.

also at the sailor academy they have a training ship and this ship goes out every summer for month long cruises. AND a librarian goes with it! they’re going to the south pacific this summer! what i wouldn’t give to be on that ship full of sailors in uniform.

moo cow has been my baby for so long. but yesterday her liver problems morphed into additional lung problems and she gave up. i had to put my baby to sleep yesterday. and i don’t know what to do without her.

there’s little moo cow shaped holes in my world. coming home was depressing because she wasn’t there angling around the corner to meet me when i came in the door. typing this is incomplete because she’s not sleeping on the couch above my head. going into the kitchen is wrong because she isn’t there harassing me for food.

i miss her. i really, really miss her.