tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71083888806171506622012-02-05T10:16:18.092-08:00"Laughter is to life what shock absorbers are to automobiles. It won't take the potholes out of the road, but it sure makes the ride smoother." ~Barbara Johnsondulcigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722048499508782404noreply@blogger.comBlogger1351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108388880617150662.post-18167443032593406632012-02-05T07:27:00.000-08:002012-02-05T10:16:18.130-08:00

Our children (adult children, I should say) send me funny things once in awhile. Those things will often refer to past conversations or blog posts I've written. Amy found something online in December that she thought I'd enjoy and she was right. I did.And for a little humor on the musical side of things:Hahahahaha!On to books.In the bookish world, there have always been adventurous, creative

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A lot of nonsense is posted in the name of humor on Facebook. Some of it is a little too cute (LOLCats, ugh) and a lot of it is nothing but juvenile potty-mouth. However, once in awhile something comes along that simply must be shared. One of them appeared this morning:That's an example of my favorite kind of humor, two diverse and immediately-recognizable quotes blended into a clever surprise.

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Has it been three months?? Good heavens.One of my goals for 2012 is to write in my blog once a week, a goal more easily accomplished now that Ken is a full-time student who works weekends. It's a rough schedule for him but it means I have access to the desk computer on Sunday afternoons. I could use my laptop to write but it's just not as handy. Sometimes I simply need a mouse rather than a

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I've tried, over the last two days, to add a badge to the margin of my blog. Fail. So here it is, embedded in this post:Visit Library 2.0I've attempted the addition in both Internet Explorer and Safari. I'll try Firefox next. If that doesn't work, well, maybe Chrome will make the difference. It feels like I'm messing about with multiple personalities, each with its own little peculiarities. Ah,

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Heyho.I've had the dubious pleasure of being home with the flu for the last week. Putting up a blogpost was on my list of Ways To Pass The Time but even sitting at a keyboard was too much activity most days. I'm still home but at least I've been able to do some work online in an effort to catch up.One sorry result of my time at home: I have overdue books, unrenewable due to hold requests.

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We tend to travel on the western side of the state because we are unabashed heat wimps but it was time for our final 2011 campout and we needed to expand our destinations. We checked out the campgrounds in the Cascades and decided on Lake Wenatchee. We could raid fruit stands for some of our camp food - we love fruit stands - and Leavenworth was nearby if the campground turned out to be too

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Behold! It's the time of year when I dig out my Christmas tunes and start practicing them in earnest. This is a brief post, sharing some of the music that I'm focusing on this year. The best thing about Christmas 2011 music? I get to play these with Sonya, my harper friend. We're going to make a CD for family gifts (thank you, Multi-Track GarageBand.) So, here are a few examples of what we're

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Have you ever wondered what happens to words that the OED has officially retired? They eventually disappear unless dedicated wordaholics continue to use them, saving them from extinction. Admittedly, some words may not be worth keeping around except for their sheer novelty. Language adapts as a culture evolves and some words are simply no longer meaningful. A word's definition can change

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If you've surfed around the Web for awhile, you may have noticed a trend in BlogLand: challenges. They come in many forms and are intended to help participants step up and do something. For example, there's a challenge that requires posting a photo every week, joined by folk who want to improve their photo skills. Another helps people declutter their homes. The best thing about these challenges

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. . . we saw True Grit, the Coen Brothers film, and I've been humming part of the soundtrack all day. I love how they wove old hymns into the music, especially "Talk About Suffering". I first heard that song on a well-worn Doc Watson record and hearing it in True Grit inspired me to listen to him again. The LPs are long gone but I found him on myspace, of all places, and you can listen to all

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Following librarians on twitter guarantees at least one good smile every day. This tweet was too good to save for a future post:I think more adults would sign up for summer reading if it were actually ADULT summer reading (if you know what I mean and I think you do).Stay tuned.

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We're a foreign-car family, preferring Toyota and Honda to Chrysler and Ford, so our purchase of a used Ford Escort Wagon in 1996 was an aberration. We were planning a long August road trip, Port Orchard to Colorado Springs. Our travel would take us through Montana, Wyoming, Utah, and Nevada. We knew we'd be encountering blazingly hot weather. We wilt in 80 degrees so air conditioning was a

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Blogpost titles are sometimes the hardest part of writing a blog.Despite all precautions, I recently caught the pestilence that is making the rounds, a cross between a bad head cold and the 'flu. I was home for two days on the classic fluids-and-rest cure.Fortunately, I had a stack of newly-purchased books, books which included Cranford, Memoirs of a Mangy Lover (ah, Groucho), Jeeves and the

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Today's plan was to head to Folklife with Amy. I was hoping to join the Band Scramble, a Sunday Folklife tradition. Band Scrambles are great fun, incredibly impromptu opportunities to make music on an hour's notice with people you've just met. The Scramble begins with names - participants put their names in a jar. Names are then drawn in groups of four or five, each group becoming a band.

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I thought applying for a Seattle Public Library card would be a straightforward process. Silly me.The online application was easy indeed. It took less than five minutes to enter the required information and submit it. The confirmation instructed me to show up at a branch, any branch, to receive my card.Two weeks later, I entered the Queen Anne Branch. This was my library back in the early

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I've owned a King County Library card for five years. Amy needed access to RosettaStone to practice Japanese. KRL didn't have RosettaStone but KCLS did and when I learned that I could receive a KCLS card through a reciprocal agreement with our library system, I signed up and received my card in the mail. Easy! Amy was able to hone her language skills - mission accomplished. Since then,

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. . . long time passing. . .Ken Schramm recently dedicated his morning show to people who wanted to call in and whine about the weather. He also invited one of KOMO's weather reporters to give listeners (aka whiners) a reality check. According to the statistics, this isn't the wettest, coldest spring in recent memory - 2010 was. I'm a Child of the Northwest and don't complain much about the

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...life has been full lately.At the library: 1) we had a fresh Epic Technology Fail, an event handled with grace and good humor by staff system-wide. 2) We learned that, if somebody smokes a great deal of pot next to the Kitsap Transit office door, the big fan in the wall by my office will pull the scent right into the building and it will smell like a freshly-deceased skunk. 3) I've entered

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One of our spousal goals for 2011 is to host a monthly Game Night. We decided on this after a conversation about friendship and community. We have a broad circle of friends but most of them are busy with family commitments involving either teens or aging parents (sometimes both) and we have to book them well in advance if we want to get together. We hope a regular gathering will make it

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2011! I've heard a few lively discussions on the proper pronunciation, two-thousand-eleven vs. twenty-eleven. Supporters have been pretty evenly divided between both camps. I've thrown my hat in with the twenty-eleven crowd. In all of the Mayan-Calendar-End-Of-The-World buzz, twenty-twelve was the way most people pronounced that year and I think we should be consistent. Admittedly,

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2010 zipped right by, didn't it? Looking back, so many funny things happened, even in the midst of considerable angst, especially in the library: technology gone awry, toilet events, unconventional patron behavior, bookdrop surprises, conversations at the checkout desk...the list goes on and on.A recent encounter with a patron (I'll call him Mark) is an example. Mark is developmentally

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I should have known better. The impending holidays are partly to blame, because without them we wouldn't have egg nog in the house. And without the egg nog, I would have passed up the Starbucks Via. But I'm fond of egg nog in coffee and we had company over and that was that. Now I'm wide awake.However, the Via isn't the only reason for my wakefulness. I can usually breathe myself to sleep,

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Snow, glorious snow! The first snow of the season is falling. It does peculiar things to the neighborhood, changing not only how it looks but how it sounds. Snowflakes are miniature acoustical tiles, absorbing the familiar noises, hushing everything. It's wonderful, especially on a Sunday afternoon.Someday we shall have a window seat, a place with cushions and a comfy quilt, a place to watch

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We're in the throes of Study Abroad preparation. Our daughter is heading to Japan for three months, earning the final 12 credits required for her bachelor's degree in Japanese. She was beginning to feel nervous (as were we) because all of her senior year credits must be fulfilled by overseas study and she hadn't heard back from the Study Abroad program. What if she wasn't accepted? Would she

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This morning, I've found myself humming "I'm Just a Girl Who Can't Say No." It's one of those inexplicable things that happen. I've tried singing the words instead of humming. I've tried humming the national anthem, a tune which usually dislodges viral humming, but it hasn't helped. Too bad I'm not at work today - I could make the hum worthwhile by infecting someone else with it.You know,

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It wasn't on my list of Things I Must Do. After all, I came to library employment later in life, after years of working with computer programming. But we were planning our trip to D.C. and there, on the map, was the Library of Congress. Aha!We visited the LOC on Day 2, after a morning at the Capitol Building. A tunnel connected the Capitol to the LOC. We thought that meant we wouldn't have

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We've been nomads recently, an aberration for us. We are usually such homebodies. But we went to Victoria (Ken joining me post-WLA) in August, and we've just returned from a week in D.C. Why D.C.? Ken was a spring-quarter intern with Senator Baucus' office (MT) way back in 1975 and was interested in revisiting the area. Friends in D.C. offered to put us up if we needed a place to stay.

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Autumn has arrived well ahead of its assigned date. As often happens, it is heralded by cold and rainy weather. We've officially acknowledged this by installing extra layers of bedding and replacing summerwear with sweaters. We came close to firing up the woodstove on Monday. We've never used the woodstove before mid-October and we'd rather not break with that tradition if we can help it but,

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Have you noticed how some words inspire a grin, maybe even a laugh? There may be no discernible reason for the humor. A word or phrase is often amusing only to a group, something that reminds them of a shared experience.Our family has a few of these, as most families do. For example, the phrase "nut roll" is invoked when a family member doesn't hear what another person has said, and we smile,

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Have you ever ordered a book on a whim, where something about the book - a review, a mention in a novel - catches your eye and you think Hm, I'd like to read that? That is how I ended up with The H. G. Wells Reader. I found it in my cubby just before I left for WLA and wondered why it was there. Had I really requested this? I'd already read "The Time Machine" and "The Invisible Man," years ago

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I left a week ago for Victoria. A week ago! My plan was to blog throughout the conference but that didn't happen and now I'm sifting through all of my notes and experiences, wondering which would be the most interesting bits to write about.How about the Meet And Greet? Nope. That's only interesting if you participated. It was fun meeting people from wildly divergent library backgrounds, many

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After doing a quick internal debrief of my entertaining taxi ride, I headed into the Victoria Clipper terminal. I'd never been on the Clipper but had heard it was a relaxing way to travel to Victoria, with friendly staff and beautiful scenery. The staff certainly lived up to the glowing reviews. Calm reigned, despite the masses of people confirming reservations and checking luggage. I

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I’ve had the good fortune to attend several conferences in the last nine years. Most of my conference travel has been in carpools. Those have always been excellent opportunities for getting to know other staff because there’s plenty of time for meandering conversations. This year, however, I am traveling solo and it has been an adventure of sorts, involving a car, two ferries, a bus, two taxis

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My Twitter account has been odd this evening, mostly due to Epic Retweeting on the part of one of the people I follow, a librarian in England. Thanks to her, I have received announcements from Heathrow Airport chronicling some transit issues. (It's reassuring to know that all is well once again with Heathrow's express train service.) I received seventeen, count 'em, seventeen retweets about a

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I realized today that a lot of what I've been reading could fall under the heading "Beach Reads", books that are light and undemanding, great for the summer season. You Can Get Arrested For That certainly fits the description. It's the true story of two Brits who traveled to the U.S. to intentionally break stupid laws. There are many absurdities in our country's legal codes and it was pleasant

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...the saga of reading humorous library books. A fresh batch came in this week, notable titles that are all living up to their promise.Let's start with "Ophelia Joined the Group Maidens Who Don't Float" by Sarah Schmelling, one of the more offbeat books so far. The title refers to a Facebook attribute where members can join with like-minded souls on practically any subject or special interest

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Our daughter is home from college for 6 months, waiting for approval for her study abroad. What's a 21-year-old to do, moving away from her independent world and back to her hometown and childhood room? First up: find a summer job, not an easy task these days, especially in South Kitsap.Back in the day, if you were a kid and lived anywhere in the Willamette Valley, your summer days were

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I met a lot of interesting people during my stays in a Pediatric Ward. Some of those folk made daily appearances: nursing staff, interns, the cleaning ladies who all had interesting accents. There were Gurney Men, the men who would whisk a kid off to surgery or to be x-rayed. Sometimes the Person Who Takes Blood would come down the hall, heralded by the clinking of glass tubes in his cart.

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Behold! A new look for the blog. It was time.Over the last year, we've received a steady stream of book donations from a patron. She had hoped to open a used-book shop with her mom but circumstances prevented it; now she's bringing those books to us, box by box. We open each one with anticipation. What wonders are awaiting us?Sometimes there are no wonders, just old books that may have been

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Link-surfing is one of my favorite brainless activities, just letting the links take me where they will. I've found some terrific things, like the anti-mugging skirt created by a Japanese clothing designer (the skirt that - hey presto! - changes you into a faux canned-soda dispenser.) I've come across notable blogs, odd news reports, clever (or awful) merchandise, even readers advisories.I

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Hi there! It's been awhile.I'm enjoying my romp through KRL's humorous books. My current title is Dave Barry's newest, I'll Mature When I'm Dead. This book is responsible for unintended late-night reading. Dave's books are like the old potato chip commercial, you can't stop with just one. Chapter, that is. And pity the spouse who is trying to sleep despite the muffled laughter going on beside him

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I've realized that I can't write an autobiography via the books I've read, at least not in a few posts. There is not enough time to write it properly and it isn't quite the subject for a humor blog, at least as a subject in itself. There have certainly been humorous encounters with books and I'll blog about those once in awhile. I might even give a paragraph or two to a book that looms large in

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Well, no. Not today. I'm shamelessly digressing.GoDaddy is having a SuperBowl Commercial competition. The deadline for voting is May 7, so if you're interested in seeing a Kitsap entry, click here. If you like it, please vote! I think it's one of the better submissions. Dave McNab did a great job capturing "sitings" cliches. Also, my hubby is in it so I'm terribly biased.Overheard on

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"You monkeys, you! You give me back my caps!"I forgot to mention Caps For Sale in my list of favorite Captain Kangaroo books. My brain nattered on about it all night and most of today. I hope the book is now duly noted, cerebrally, and we can move on. Sheesh.I've always been somebody who reads everything, fiction, nonfiction, magazines, soup cans, cracker boxes (mealtime Desperation Reading).

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Currently circulating through Facebook: write a brief autobiography based on the books you've read and post it in Notes. My Life In Books. What a compelling idea. But how could I truly capture the influence that books have had? The more I thought about it, the more clearly I could see that this was something I'd need to explore in blogland rather than in Facebook. "Brief" was not going to

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I found myself thinking about childhood songs last night. Music has always been a strong influence. When I was a child, nearly everyone in the family played an instrument (great-uncle Spencer was a Grand National Champion fiddler) and singing was a natural pastime. My public singing debut was a solo performance in our kindergarten graduation ceremony. I sang The Little White Duck. I can

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I thought I would have a little more access to our computer now that Ken is finished with his English class and has moved on to Biology. I was wrong. It looks like he will be online even more, so posts will be erratic. Thursday nights may be open. We shall see.I follow a few humor-connected celebrities on Twitter, just because. They're a quiet group, tweet-wise, probably because they are

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Twitter is officially four years old today, as of 12:50 p.m.I learned this, appropriately, from a tweet this morning. Twitter has been responsible for a number of smiles as I've followed people through the last three years, and the application has given me grist for blog posts.No Overheard on Twitter today, just a hearty congratulations.Next time: those library tales I mentioned on Wednesday.

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If you're interested in performing an intriguing search on Google, search for yourself. This was an email suggestion from one of our reference staff. Our family had done that years ago (we altavista'd back then, rather than googled) but I hadn't done it since, so I typed in my name. If you have a name as common as mine, you will end up with a long, long list of results. My results were fun to

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...if you live in the United Kingdom and care deeply about cheese. Especially if you care so deeply about cheese that you would be willing to risk your neck chasing a small wheel of Double Gloucester down a steep, slippery hill. According to the BBC, the annual Cheese Rolling has been canceled for 2010. Alas.Overheard on Twitter: I think workplaces should do Spring Break. Who's with me?Next

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It's feast or famine with blog posts. The recent famine is courtesy of a husband taking his English prereq this quarter. He has done nothing but write, write, write on the computer during the last two months. Next quarter is Biology so there's hope that I'll be able to post more regularly.Hipsters come into family conversations once in awhile, mostly due to our son. He lives in Seattle (aka

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Sleep seems to be a popular subject in recent library conversations, especially the lack of sleep, for both patrons and staff. Why is this? One theory: barometric oddness. One day the weather may be glorious - warm, sunny, springlike - followed by a day of fog and gloom. Perhaps our bodies and minds are having a hard time adjusting to this. We're more used to the comfortable boredom of rain

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We're a garlic-loving household. Around here, a dinner without garlic is nearly unthinkable. There was a time, however, when neither of us could stand the stuff. It was 1985. We had purchased the original Moosewood cookbook and were cooking our way through it when we came upon the recipe for calzone: homemade dough, ricotta cheese, egg, and garlic. Twelve cloves of garlic. We pondered that

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What, you may well ask, are crash blossoms? I had never heard the term until today via Twitter, but it turns out I've been a great fan of them for years. I'm putting up this brief post today or I'll forget where I saw this article about the unintended weirdnesses that show up in newspaper headlines.Overheard on Twitter: argh argh argh get off the mosaics! (I wish I had the story behind that

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It's interesting (for me) how my cyberlife cycles. I'll be online for weeks and then...radio silence. It's been a month since my last post, way too long according to blogosphere rules. The silence can be attributed to sharing a computer with a student husband - he's taking English Composition this quarter - but it was also time to unplug for awhile. There were just too many wonderful things

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This is the first time I've deliberately taken vacation for the last week of the year. The hubbub of Christmas is done, family has headed back to Seattle and Ellensburg, Ken is back at work. The house is quiet. There are no cooking deadlines. My time is my own. This could easily become a personal tradition.A poster at the library caught my attention last week, a poster announcing the first

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I've mentioned in earlier posts that my reading is often at the mercy of whatever happens to come through the check-in station. Ask any library employee. It happens to all of us. Shelving is dangerous enough but at check-in we see books that are on their way back to their home branches, books we aren't likely to discover through browsing the catalog.The ones that catch my eye are usually

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Alas, laughter has not saved me from a full-blown head cold.I realized, this morning, that I posted an identical Youtube link in back-to-back posts. That's what happens when a germy brain gets online.To take my mind off of my head, I've spent some time browsing blogs. I haven't yet figured out the logic behind Blogger's Next Blog option. Yesterday the blog after mine was garden-themed, as was

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Today's post title is shamelessly cribbed from Readers Digest.My grandmother was an elementary school teacher who rarely had to take a sick day off, despite her exposure to all those children and their various ailments. Whenever she felt a cold looming, her approach was to ignore it into oblivion, the equivalent of putting her fingers in her ears and singing la la la la. Oddly, it seemed to

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And so it begins. Christmas this year will be little different, for several reasons.Our daughter-in-college has her own apartment now, which means she can stay put in Ellensburg for most of December and travel to Port Orchard when her schedule allows. (Pre-apartment, she was always booted out of the dorm on the last day of Finals Week.) Our son-no-longer-in-college has a commitment to an

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I am a fortunate woman because I get to work with people who enjoy one another despite our diverse personalities. We're a pretty tight team and we often end up influencing one another, either directly or indirectly.For example, I had been humming Darktown Strutter's Ball most of an afternoon while working at checkin with Ann. The next day, she let me know that she had ended up humming that tune

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As I awoke this morning, my brain greeted me with a song: Felix the cat, the wonderful, wonderful cat... I recently read a fascinating article about a sleep study. The goal of this study was to identify what the subjects' brains were up to while they were sleeping. Researchers looked at the activity in fresh ways and were surprised to learn that the brain kicks into much higher gear after we

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Ken is taking prerequisite classes for O.C.'s nursing program, hoping to be accepted next fall. Entry into the program has always been competitive, but it's even more so now that the economy has prompted people to review their employability. Many, like Ken, have assessed their employment future and found it to be a little thin.His current class is algebra. He joked, the first week, that he

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Humor is everywhere and is particularly available on the Web. There are obvious places to look - College Humor comes to mind (warning: crude humor mixed in with the marvelous stuff.) Other sites are hidden away and found only through rabbit-trail links or friends in the know. Do you need a smile today? Visit these places:For musical humor, there is no place like YouTube. A Tuesday Jam friend

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There is an uncertain tension that occurs when an avid reader is employed by a library. So many books! The tension increases if library duties include manning the Returns desk. I've read books that I would never have known about had they not come to my attention via check-in. Paging adds its own layer of discovery. (I didn't know there there was a book about this!) Processing hold requests

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There are some absurd things on the Web, as you know if you've spent any time browsing around. One of those absurd things is a photo of Ken and me, ca. 1984, taken in an Amsterdam photobooth. Our son has added it to his facebook photo album and, as a result of friends' comments, is threatening to put the photo on My Parents Were Awesome, although we're not sure awesome is the best description for

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This blog was started as part of a Web 2.0 training. It couldn't have happened at a better time because I broke my arm six weeks into the program. krl2.0 gave me something to do - I passed the time with the weekly assignments (typing one-handedly) and reading other staff blogs. As a soft-core geek, I enjoyed having the time to explore the Internet. All the technology stuff helped take my mind

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I'm not quite sure how I ended up reading a blogpost on KatyDidSaid. I don't remember my original search, or how many links it took to finally land on the blog. Have you read Outlander? The heroine walks into a ring of stones and (surprise!) finds herself in 18th century Scotland. That's the Internet, sometimes.KatyDidSaid blogged about an interesting article of clothing created by a Japanese

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I have. But first, The Great Paint Project. Our home was built in 1981 as part of the Farm Home program. It's a small, plain, comfortable house. We are the third family to own it, having moved in on New Year's Day, 1992. Our friends took friendship seriously, evidenced by the fact that not only did they help us move from Seattle to Port Orchard on New Year's Day, but a day when there was a

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For the first time in a long time, I misplaced my sense of humor. It didn't last long, thanks to a lot of deep therapeutic breathing. All I will say is, Neville has been a real stinker for the last two weeks. Clearly, some major part of that nerve has come up for air.I have a day off! Today's plans were to include blueberry picking at Tacoma City Park but that was revised when I saw the rain.

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I've discovered I could have contributed to a just-released book with my Overheard On Twitter posts. The book is Twitter Wit, a collection of witty tweets. Wish I'd known about this (she muttered). I have a few favorites I could have submitted. Ah well.It should be a busy afternoon now that Cedar Cove Days is in full swing. There are many happy Macomber fans all over town, with rumors flying -

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...I finally have a moment to write something. It's been quite a summer so far - full days at work, wedding and baby showers, Etsy, and visitors both planned and unplanned. To that mix, add painting a house by hand (our version of spousal bonding) as well as mucking out clutter, and there isn't much time left over for blogging. My only creative extracurricular activity is rehabbing my Summer

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It came home to me this week, once again, just how important the library may be to some folk. We may never know it. It might be revealed by a chance remark at checkout. Sometimes it's evident by a direct encounter.I started my KRL life at the Manchester branch with a dual position (Page and Library Assistant). I loved it. Within weeks I knew the regular visitors. We were busy but there was

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There are four basic steps to listing an item in an Etsy shop - write the description, define the tags, figure out and list the shipping, and upload the photos. It's a straightforward process but it can take some time, especially the description. After all, I'm trying to beguile someone into buying this particular little item, so the description takes some thought and attention to detail. I

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What a wild week is ahead!  The technology is taking a back seat, mostly, to many other things that must be done before week's end.In other news, Ken has begun something new - he's going back to college with the goal of becoming a Licensed Practical Nurse.  He has to take some preliminary courses before he can apply to the program at O.C., getting them done one per quarter so he can still work

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...overheard on Twitter:  If my dog could smell his own breath, I'm pretty sure he'd want to roll in it.Next time:  technology wars.  Stay tuned.

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Just playing around with backgrounds today.  I've had this blog since October 2007, begun with krl2.0, and I thought I'd try a new look.  It's only semi-new, since the Posts section still looks the same.  Resizing the Reverbnation widget is a work-in-progress, too.  (It shouldn't be this hard, she muttered.)  I'm having a lot of fun with html.  Really.  I am.  I love coding but haven't done much

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Technology can be a delight or a fickle mess, sometimes a little of both.  Although this blog is primarily for musings, it's occasionally used to test something.  Today's test:  adding a widget to the blog.  The trick now is figuring out how to resize it, a trick which won't happen this morning.  I must go to work!Next time:  widget fun.  Stay tuned.

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Attending Folklife is a family tradition.  Actually it's more than a family tradition, since I had a craft booth there for a few years (late 70s, pre-Ken).  My booth was always among the trees that line the western side of The International Fountain.  In those days, I liked to design peculiar things out of fabric and, fortunately for me, Folklife attendees enjoyed buying them.  The hottest item

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Nope. Not yet. But...Here's a Coke Ad, set in a library.Next time:  Folklife Festival debrief.  The pirates are coming!  Stay tuned...

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Overheard on Twitter:  Going to set up email autoreply: "Dear, dear friend, I think that, deep down, you already know the answer to this query.  Warmest rgds, etc."Next time:  Folklife Festival debrief.  Really.  Stay tuned.

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Regarding time, my grandmother used to say the older you get, the faster it goes. Mom once told me that Great-Grandma Hattie had said the same thing to her when she was a child. I've already shared this little nugget with Alden and Amy. It's an important bit of wisdom that translates into use your time wisely.  Because, hoo boy.  Time flies right along.  This blog is an example.  Despite the

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I finally opened the Five-Year Box.  This box must have been packed near the end of things, given the motley nature of the items within.  Among the contents:  the spurs my grandfather made for my grandmother shortly after they were married, bank statements from 2002, unmatched silver-plated cutlery, a 1998 pocket calendar, three detachable tatted-lace collars, and several quartz and amethyst

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Sometimes my family wonders why in the world I sign up for enewsletters.  Doesn't it clutter up your email? they ask.  Well, yes.  It does.  But I simply hit the Delete button once I've read them.  I am circumspect about it, only subscribing to things that might turn out to be wonderful.  And most of the time they do, like this morning's twice-weekly missive from Wondermark.  David Malki added a

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Part of my day, every day, is involved with the effluvia of two lifetimes that is currently stored in our garage.Lifetime #1.  My mother, bless her, was an inveterate collector.  She loved garage and estate sales and she had an eye for stuff that had real value.  When she died in 2004, there was so much to sort through that we gave up.  We feared that we would toss or give away something that we

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Has it really been over a month?? Good heavens.Alden, who works in the Special Collections department of a UW library, was home this weekend. One of the things our family likes to do is browse through the second-hand shops in town, so that's where we headed in the afternoon.  Mind you, we rarely purchase anything because we have our own second-hand shop in the garage, three estates' worth. I'm

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...go to Google, type "french military victories", and choose the I Feel Lucky button.Next time? Hmm. Stay tuned.

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I'm surfing too much this morning - I need to get ready for work! But I found something interesting and decided to participate. One World-One Heart is an annual event connecting bloggers throughout the world. The event includes a giveaway - each participating blogger can offer a prize to those who visit the blog and leave a comment. For more information, click on the image.As a child, I depended

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Who are the Hendrew Sisters?  Three women who happened to meet as part of a six-person music team.  The team was together for four days, long enough for the three of us to discover our common interest in Big Band music.  We were singing In The Mood when (nobody knows exactly why) I began to cluck the words.  They began to cluck too, and we finished the song in Andrews Sisters style - three-part

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...is tomorrow, January 15.  I've encouraged our staff to wear one to our staff meeting.  It's fielder's choice as far as how fashionable the hat may be.  I tend to opt for the more exuberant, like a giant sombrero or a Cat-In-The-Hat hat.  (I wish I had a Viking helmet with horns.) Wearing a hat at unexpected times is a playful and non-threatening thing we can do at the library.  Our patrons are

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Happy New Year! Ken and I were on our own this year, no parties, no gathering of friends. Many within our circle were catching up with family celebrations postponed by the weather, others simply out of town. So we watched movies until 11:30, poured a couple of glasses of Asti Martini, and tuned into a local channel for the Space Needle fireworks.The movies.  We started out with Mama Mia.  So..

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This post isn't going to be filled with much original thought.  I've spent more frivolous time on the computer in the last five days than in the last month, facebooking, twittering, and just surfing around.  One thing is certain - an overactive snowstorm brings out the humor in people more than grumpiness, if online comment is an indicator, and I decided to post some of my discoveries here.  

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...here is another Mastersingers mp3, a chapter from The Highway Code. Alas, I don't have the "lyrics" to this one so you'll really have to pay attention while you listen.  This piece is concerned with Rules Pertaining To Pedestrians. I prefer the Weather Report, but Highway Code is still fun.  I am mentally transported to St. Mark's Compline service when I listen to these mp3s.Terry and Rory

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November was a busy month - lots of shift-coverage at the branch, removal of two screws from my arm, Veterans Day, Thanksgiving, family home from college. . .wow.Now we're rollicking into December. I've been practicing Christmas and Holiday music for a couple of months, preparing for events and performances. I love the medieval tunes, especially Personent Hodie, because they're so suitable for

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They just keep a'comin'.  On Wednesday, I found a set of false Bubba teeth at the bottom of the bin.When I went hunting for an image to display of Bubba teeth, I found this hilarious Baby Binky on The Hutchings Four blog.  Binkies have come a long, long way since our kids were this age.I am home for a couple of days, recovering from minor surgery - two screws and some wire were removed from my

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Just when we think we've seen it all...someone used what appears to be a soft wad of dryer lint for a bookmark.The Cass District Library System offers this page on their public website.  It contains light-hearted admonitions regarding patron use of library materials.  I especially enjoy the graphic at the top of the page and the summary at the very bottom.  We should add something like it to our

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We've returned from a joyous occasion - the wedding of a niece.  My husband's side of the family is a humorous group.  Three states are represented, Montana, Colorado, and Washington.  We laugh a lot when we're together and I miss them tremendously when our gatherings end.Weddings, of course, afford many opportunities for hilarity.  The best-planned preparations can hit momentary snags.  

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I've been completely off The Drug for two weeks.  Neville seems to be doing mostly ok with this, not many wild twinges or zaps.  My outer fingers are a little puffier and the shiny-skin look is back, but Neville is just bipping along in a mild fashion.  And I'm still a little fog-brained but that's getting better, too.  At least I remember recent conversations now, something I had trouble with a

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In library work, processing returned items is a mundane task most of the time. We count the discs in CD and DVD cases to ensure that all are present. We briefly flip through each book to check for damage or personal items like photos.If you do this task for any length of time, you will notice that there is often a correlation between a book's problem and the subject matter of the book. Things

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GarageBand + iTunes = my very own mp3s out there for the world to discover.  After several years of playing my hammered dulcimer in public places and being asked "Do you have a CD?", I may be able to say, "You betcha."  The learning curve has been very steep.  Blessings to online GarageBand forums and GarageBand for Dummies,  as well as my in-house IT department (daughter and son).If you want to

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