tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216018542012-02-10T13:45:54.836-07:00Books, music, politics and commentary from a GenX librarianAMOnoreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-33765987482844850282007-12-06T16:32:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.515-07:00

I can't believe how long it's been since I've posted to this blog - I guess I've had a few other things on my mind, like you know, having a baby. But I had to stop by and share one small snippet of fun that occurred the other night...So, I'm back at work full time, and I was on the desk Monday night. Two kids walked up - I would guess them to be in 4th or 5th grade - a boy and a girl. The boy

AMOnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-66416433922369199182007-02-22T03:37:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.515-07:00

Oh, it's almost 4am, and I'm wide awake. I had a fabulous, relaxing weekend - got a lot done, got nothing done - my agenda was loose and free form. The past two days at work, however, have got me worked up again -it exhausts me by 10:00pm, and wakens me at 3am, thinking about it. I am looking forward, quite forward, to relaxing into my new job. The past few months have been a bit overwhelming.

AMOnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-91055493019473099262007-02-16T14:47:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.516-07:00

7 days of work behind me, I'm in the homestretch towards my coveted and much needed three-day weekend - WOOHOO! Finally - I'll get to putter around my big new house and yard, unpack and get more organized (still trying to find our tax stuff - I know it's in there somewhere!) and maybe plant some flowers to dress up the yard. I'm going to cook, eat, shop (look out Home Depot!) and rock out to loud

AMOnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-25536701804987349022007-02-12T09:32:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.516-07:00

I'm actually in mourning, that's where. These past couple of months have been stressful and I'm missing my old life where I only worked 5 days a week, I could ponder my future with hope and enthusiasm, and I could sleep a full night without waking up in a cold sweat, worrying about stuff. My "to do" list is a mile and a half long, responsibility is weighing heavy on my shoulders, and I'll be

AMOnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-14365659296343162652007-01-31T20:08:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.516-07:00

what do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? IGNORANCEwhere would you most like to live? South of Francewhat is your idea of earthly happiness? Good food, lots of sleep, sunshine, affectionto what faults do feel most indulgent? my curiosity and my lack of focus at timeswho are your favorite heroes of fiction? Don't read much fiction, but The Vampire Lestat had it going on.who are your

AMOnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-79795356449512975232007-01-25T22:23:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.517-07:00

One of my favorite words, really. Lately, I've felt serendipitous. Things are going well, life is moving along at a fair pace, good fortune seems to surround me. But, then why am I so anxious? Two reasons, I believe. One, I'm not creating. Two, I am compassionate enough towards myself to understand that this is just one of those times in life that are naturally more stressful...a new job, new

AMOnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-21686786133085947552007-01-23T09:18:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.517-07:00

I don't know about you all, but I have always enjoyed a rich and varied dreamscape during sleep. Lately, which I'm sure is due to raging pregnancy hormones, the dreams have been sagas. I wake up and attempt to write them down in the morning, but they often fade into the shadows of my mind - where they lurk until something prompts me to remember. This often provokes a powerful feeling of deja-vu,

AMOnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-58056122782905381162007-01-12T10:16:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.517-07:00

So much has happened in my life since my last posting...new job, new house, getting ready for a new baby...my creativity has been simmering below the surface, an old friend neglected, but lurking close by. I'd like to get to know her again, but I fear she feels rejected and will pout.A long time friend, a brother really, has approached me with an invite to join/help start an art/writing/

AMOnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-1154700619600789062006-08-04T07:06:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.518-07:00

There are serial killers on the loose in the metro area, and there is a mood about the city that feels a little strange. Pensive. People are edgy, yet the weather has been wonderful for this time of year. The blast furnace a few weeks ago at 118 was followed by a terrific week of thunderstorms and rain, and this past week has been mild, balmy. Not hazy humid, but big fluffy, Midwestern-looking

AMOnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-1153186734151104532006-07-17T17:48:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.518-07:00

Hubby and I were over at KRR's house in June for a cookout. As usual, we got started talking about some of our high school exploits - she has a new hubby who wasn't really clued in to all of our teenage wackiness, so we were obliged to rehash some of it. Anyways, she mentioned 10th grade biology class and the frog we had to dissect as lab partners. She asked if I remembered saving the frog's eye,

AMOnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-1150947819046226222006-06-21T20:12:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.519-07:00

So, I've been experimenting with this "social networking" thing called MySpace, and the jury is still out as to whether this is something that I'll stick with long term. Honestly, I find the whole concept a little bit creepy. I've gotten messages from people I don't know, and some paranoid part of me half expects them to show up on my doorstep…or worse. Plus, it is a prime candidate for big

AMOnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-1143051241619687302006-03-22T11:08:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.519-07:00

Had one of those days yesterday where everything just went right. Someone told me I had "fabulous" hair. Fabulous! An attractive black man asked me out to dinner. Old ladies swooned at my feet when I found their book, misshelved. People were happy. I was energized. The air crackled with energy. It came as a surprise to me. My third year as a reference librarian and I'm starting to feel the burn.

AMOnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-1142784617336275422006-03-19T08:36:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.520-07:00

Sunday morning, woke up early to see husband off on an adventure, and warned him of the storm clouds coming in from the west. It is now raining, I'm back in bed with a cup of coffee and a kitty, and it couldn't be more perfect. How often does one get to enjoy a rainy, relaxed Sunday morning in Arizona? Not very often, let me tell you. Last Saturday, I took my oldest, dearest friend, KRR, out to

AMOnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-1142635556404706412006-03-17T15:34:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.520-07:00

I've stumbled across a beautiful website by one of my favorite artists, Maynard James Keenan. The link is to the right. I've known for a while that he is a resident of this beautiful state, and I'm so pleased to see that he seems to love it here as much as I do. In addition, his vinyard seems to be thriving, a new TOOL album is due out imminately, and he looks like one happy dude. I'm happy for

AMOnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-1141262433597509512006-03-01T17:34:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.520-07:00

Ok, I'll admit it - I'm a junkie. The nature of my job as a librarian permits me to explore far and wide. I rarely get my information from a newspaper or from the networks, because, honestly, I don't trust their motives any more. We are at a dangerous precipice in our country, on the brink of disaster on so many fronts, and our news media has completely dropped the ball. The Bush administration

AMOnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-1138553778800188082006-01-29T09:54:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.520-07:00

I think that part of the reason I evolved into a metalhead at an early age was the recognition that this music spoke the truth to me. Remember the 1980’s and all of the blatant capitalism, the shows like Dynasty, the movie Wall Street? People my age saw their parents divorcing and acting silly, buying junk they couldn’t afford, thinking glamour could be bought at a Mary Kay party and a trip to

AMOnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601854.post-1138425195117650412006-01-27T22:08:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:42:12.521-07:00

Welcome to the random thoughts of a GenX metalhead librarian... To be honest with you, I am not sure where I fit. I was an only child raised by a single parent – a true latchkey kid. I found my solace in books and on the radio, because we couldn’t afford a TV. I bounced from sitter to sitter, learning the laws of the jungle from the various experiences I found myself in. My mom remarried in the

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