Today is the day I should have been driving home, but I'm still in Wyoming. Oh well!
Two days ago I woke up to a strange sound in my room that I immediately assumed was the army of mice inside the walls breaking through and preparing for their final offensive. It was this rapid pattering sound that kept whizzing by my head the way you might expect a mosquito buzz to. I could hear it pretty much everywhere, so when I crawled out of bed in the pitch blackness I was prepared to see mice swarming over everything. I'd already found the occasional present left by them, so if the sound of them working away at the walls wasn't enough I had firm evidence of their invasion plans.
But there were no mice when I turned on the light. Instead there was a bat in the room about the size of my hand, fluttering about in confused circles. I have no idea how it got in. None whatsoever. And apparently neither did it, because it certainly had no idea how to get out. It was actually kind of cute, and I didn't have my glasses on so all I really saw was a palm sized fuzz fluttering around, but I'm sure it would have been adorable if it had just stopped flying around like a bat out of... well... and settled down.
I tried the bee trick of turning the light back off and opening the door. It's not like there was much light outside for a bat to be attracted to, but the stars were enough I guess, because after a few more frustrating laps the bat figured it out and escaped to freedom.
I am so glad it wasn't the mice.
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Thursday, August 4, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Crash!
I have not had a car since I crashed it, two months ago. The hope was that I would have it on time to drive back home, but that's in a week and just the other day I was informed that the shop I left it at is still waiting for a part. I was planning on going to some major events in Denver, one of which I had already paid for, so I was feeling bummed enough to give into my co-worker's constant offers to put the pressure on the shop and get er done.
So my boss gets on the line, makes the lady cry because he's insisting on results and she's going on about a funeral, and then he gets hung up on.
=s
I don't know enough to determine if I'm getting strung along here or if 2 months is a legitimate amount of time to be waiting for parts in the middle of nowhere, but the stress of it all is finally starting to annoy me. I'm finding it easier to just assume my plans are bust and carry on from there than to try to struggle to make shit happen, but everyone around me is insisting that Something Be Done.
All I know is that after all this I am no longer sitting pretty on savings. If I were rich I would take the one hour flight back down to Denver and just throw another 300+ bucks at the problem that way, but I haven't made a monthly profit since I started this little grad school adventure, and now I can feel the walls closing in. It seems like a good time to cut my losses and just enjoy a little extended time here. I donno.
So my boss gets on the line, makes the lady cry because he's insisting on results and she's going on about a funeral, and then he gets hung up on.
=s
I don't know enough to determine if I'm getting strung along here or if 2 months is a legitimate amount of time to be waiting for parts in the middle of nowhere, but the stress of it all is finally starting to annoy me. I'm finding it easier to just assume my plans are bust and carry on from there than to try to struggle to make shit happen, but everyone around me is insisting that Something Be Done.
All I know is that after all this I am no longer sitting pretty on savings. If I were rich I would take the one hour flight back down to Denver and just throw another 300+ bucks at the problem that way, but I haven't made a monthly profit since I started this little grad school adventure, and now I can feel the walls closing in. It seems like a good time to cut my losses and just enjoy a little extended time here. I donno.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Yay!
Straight As for the winter semester. I have NO idea how that happened to be honest, because by the end of it I was really struggling. But either I got my shit together or my teachers pitied me or some combination of the two, because my GPA as not nearly as ruined as I expected it to be. Maybe it's true what they say, that failing out of grad school is a feat in and of itself.
This semester is going to be better though. I can feel it in my toes, or that could be the itching from the hives I've managed to develop over the last few weeks. I also managed to pick up a head cold yesterday, and the rat is sniffling too which makes me nervous, but THIS WILL BE A GOOD SEMESTER.
Before I go off and do my homework to ensure that THIS WILL BE A GOOD SEMESTER I need to do a quick recap of my visit to the Murie Center up in Wyoming. I drove up on Tuesday, spend a brilliant Wednesday helping the people up there with a small project and otherwise lounging and napping, which was brilliant, and then drove down on Thursday. Everyone at the center was extremely hospitable and their enthusiasm for the Center's mission was contagious. The center itself was beautiful. The buildings themselves have existed for almost a century, iirc, but they've all been renovated on the inside so that even in winter they're warm, dry, and comfortable.
The archives themselves are very small, and already relatively organized. It looks like most of the work will be with a little policy and then developing reliable finding aids, and maybe cataloging the many books scattered all over the various buildings. I have homework ahead of me, but it shouldn't be too bad.
This semester is going to be better though. I can feel it in my toes, or that could be the itching from the hives I've managed to develop over the last few weeks. I also managed to pick up a head cold yesterday, and the rat is sniffling too which makes me nervous, but THIS WILL BE A GOOD SEMESTER.
Before I go off and do my homework to ensure that THIS WILL BE A GOOD SEMESTER I need to do a quick recap of my visit to the Murie Center up in Wyoming. I drove up on Tuesday, spend a brilliant Wednesday helping the people up there with a small project and otherwise lounging and napping, which was brilliant, and then drove down on Thursday. Everyone at the center was extremely hospitable and their enthusiasm for the Center's mission was contagious. The center itself was beautiful. The buildings themselves have existed for almost a century, iirc, but they've all been renovated on the inside so that even in winter they're warm, dry, and comfortable.
The archives themselves are very small, and already relatively organized. It looks like most of the work will be with a little policy and then developing reliable finding aids, and maybe cataloging the many books scattered all over the various buildings. I have homework ahead of me, but it shouldn't be too bad.
The bed I was given. There's like 4 comforters on that thing. It was heaven. The cabin itself is pretty big. There was another empty bed out of the frame, and a dresser behind me.
One of the spidery walkways between cabins. The building in the picture is the bath house, which is quite modern and very comfortable inside.
The door to my cabin. You can see the snow piled up past the window.
Where it fell naturally it only came up to my thigh.
And a random photo of the rat that I will be adopting.
She's a terror and I love her, but man has she given me grief. She's already tried to steal my homework to make herself a nest.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
I'm a Sucker
I only have one rat left. The other three were returned to DFL, but I wanted to give the one that didn't bite a chance. Well, now that she's alone and I can give her attention she's turned out to be ridiculously adorable and I've grown attached and sending her off to die is no longer an option. So I guess I'm adopting a rat. She hasn't shown any sign of infection, so I am crossing my fingers and hoping that all will be well.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Dream Interpretation
Urgh and double Urgh is the how I feel about this semester.
Anyway, today I had a dream that sort of highlights one of the issues I've been having lately, that being the rats in my care.
Unlike the young rats I had before that were nervous but quickly acclimated to human contact, these rats are adult and want nothing to do with me. They freak out if I try to pick them up, freak out of I try to put them into a ball, and generally behave as if I am the enemy, with a single exception, and she still doesn't like being handled all that much.
After getting bit by two of them and then developing a pleasant rash (which is already going away) I pretty much gave up on trying to give them handling time.
On top of this these rats are extremely rambunctious with each other, but only between midnight and 5AM. They seem to enjoy body slamming each other all around the cage, which is constantly waking me up. On top of this two of them like gnawing on the cage bars, which makes this extremely loud grating noise. Last night I had to get up something like three times and give them a stare down so I could go back to sleep.
So the only thing I can remember about my dream tonight was wrangling around a bunch of baby rats that varied in size from as small as a grain of rice to about the size of a hazelnut. They were so small that the bars of the cage meant nothing to them and they were skittering around desks and I had to use pieces of paper to corral them back like they were insects. And then I picked up the mom and she apologized to me.
Usually dreams come and go rather quickly, but apparently I was very focused on getting all these baby rats, because the scene felt like it lasted around 10 minutes.
Le sigh. I have to admit I am looking forward to when I can bring these rats back, but their prospects for adoption are not all that good (at least for three of them).
Anyway, today I had a dream that sort of highlights one of the issues I've been having lately, that being the rats in my care.
Unlike the young rats I had before that were nervous but quickly acclimated to human contact, these rats are adult and want nothing to do with me. They freak out if I try to pick them up, freak out of I try to put them into a ball, and generally behave as if I am the enemy, with a single exception, and she still doesn't like being handled all that much.
After getting bit by two of them and then developing a pleasant rash (which is already going away) I pretty much gave up on trying to give them handling time.
On top of this these rats are extremely rambunctious with each other, but only between midnight and 5AM. They seem to enjoy body slamming each other all around the cage, which is constantly waking me up. On top of this two of them like gnawing on the cage bars, which makes this extremely loud grating noise. Last night I had to get up something like three times and give them a stare down so I could go back to sleep.
So the only thing I can remember about my dream tonight was wrangling around a bunch of baby rats that varied in size from as small as a grain of rice to about the size of a hazelnut. They were so small that the bars of the cage meant nothing to them and they were skittering around desks and I had to use pieces of paper to corral them back like they were insects. And then I picked up the mom and she apologized to me.
Usually dreams come and go rather quickly, but apparently I was very focused on getting all these baby rats, because the scene felt like it lasted around 10 minutes.
Le sigh. I have to admit I am looking forward to when I can bring these rats back, but their prospects for adoption are not all that good (at least for three of them).
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
You know you're too busy when
So today was a ridiculous day that started at 6AM and shows no sign of stopping. I'm finally back from some late night errands and having my dinner at 10:15pm, so I'm figuring that I'll put down a rundown to enshrine this day for all time and also wind down before getting back to work.
So this was my day.
6:00AM Get up. Usually I wake up, tell myself, "COME ON YOU CAN DO IT" and then sleep for four more hours. This time my subconscious was apparently aware that if I did not get up I was in big trouble because crawling out of bed was relatively effortless.
The first thing I do is shoot out an e-mail to change an appointment because I had said yes to a few too many things and created for myself an impossible schedule. So that pretty much set the tone for the day.
I work a little on two assignments until my roommate has taken her shower and gone off to brave the fridged cold. The cat comes in, as usual, tries to get into my closet to eat the rat grass in there, as usual, and then I go to take a shower. I usually shoo Rufus out of my room when I'm not there, because the first few days I was at the apartment he decided he was going to advertise his displeasure at the world by peeing on people's things, but today I thought, hey, he hasn't done that in -months-.
Well, he didn't pee on anything, thank God, but he did manage to puke up his breakfast on my blanket. So "Put blanket in washer" is added to my to do list.
My breakfast consists of a staling bagel, which is really not that bad. I shoot of the first two assignments and start on the third until around 10:15, which is when my first appointment comes up.
Early last fall I had talked to my advisor about possible interning opportunistic and she had mentioned the Murie Center. It's an historical site about 500 miles north of Denver that needs an archivist to go up and organize their holdings. After saying I was very interested, the subject was put on the back burner as I dealt with school and work and looked for other, more official internship targets.
Well, a few days ago I was contacted about the Center again, and had a very nice phone conversation with the man who was doing the work in getting the project off the ground. The details of the internship are pretty much exactly what I wanted: a big but manageable project that needs someone to go in and set things up into a proper archive. Whoever gets the job will be extremely autonomous and basically in charge of the archives for the time they are there. It was really hard for me not to just flat out say "Oh my god this is so fucking AWESOME" but that was basically what I was thinking for the entire interview. Nothing is final yet, and I have applied to other places, but by April I'll know what I'm doing with my summer, and if it's working at the Murie Archives I am going to be PSYCHED.
So immediately after I finish that call I throw my blanket in the wash, try to work on my third assignment some more because it's due today (in something like 4 hours now) and then rush off to the appointment I postponed.
The Dumb Friends League ended up with an influx of rodents, so I offered to foster a few. Asimov and Darwin had already been gone a week and I figured I could take a few more animals in. By the time I could find time to get over there there were only rats left, which I didn't mind at all, but these rats were not babies who needed to be acclimated to human contact. They were adult rats who had been overbred and needed to be held for a few weeks to ensure that none of them were pregnant before adoption. So I ended up with four adult female rats. None of them have names yet and none of them are really all that used to human contact. They nibble and then bite, but not hard, and will absolutely not sit still in my hand.
I was given the penthouse suite of rat cages to keep them in. This thing has three levels and a stand alone wheel. It barely fits on my dresser. It also took me a while to set up, since I kept putting the ramps on the wrong side of the cage. I lined the bottom with a generous helping of newspaper and nesting stuff, and then let the girls have at it. At first they did the usual rat exploration thing, and then one of them started ripping up the newspaper at the bottom of the cage and dragging it into the rathouse. I had shredded two pages of newspaper just for that purpose, but it was being ignored as this little tan rat was systematically destroying all the lining. OK, fine.
So I get them their food and try to attach the water bottle before realizing that I have no straps and will have to go back to the shelter. No problem, it's already 1:30 and I'm hungry so I'll grab some Wendy's on the way because I don't feel like cooking. What I really wanted to do was sneak in grocery time too, but I had a paper due in a few hours that I hadn't gotten far on.
I grab my food, grab the straps, drive back home, get my blanket, put in a real load of laundry, eat my lunch, and try to write 8 pages in one hour while I am still doing the research necessary. 3:50PM gets here and I'm only 5 out of 8 pages done and now have to decide if I want to get points off for a late paper or a shitty paper. I choose late paper and drive off to class. I had broken down and gotten a parking permit, because it is simply too cold for me to walk to school, and I sense that it will be that way for the rest of the semester, but the parking rules are a little draconian and I couldn't actually find a lot I was allowed to park in (also, I hate 4PM classes. UGH.) so I ended up parking on the street anyway. Basically, if this permit does not earn me its money back I will be super annoyed.
I get to class a little late, again, and spend a good amount of time chiding myself inwardly. At this point I also realize that my laundry is still in the dryer and it will be five hours before I have a chance to get it out. oops.
Class goes well, and then I drive off and get gas and those groceries I was planning on picking up earlier in the day. My toes almost freeze off simply as I wait for my tank to fill up. (Stupid gas prices) Seriously. Every time I think that it has finally gotten COLD it gets a little colder. My face was going stiff and if I had not worn knee length socks I'm pretty sure my legs would have been entirely numb. I am congratulating myself for having to foresight to buy some boots, because they're about to get a lot of use. It also took me a bit to open the gas tank because there was a solid layer of ice that needed to be broken through to open the hatch.
Anyway, I get my gas, start to seriously worry about frostbite of the toes and decide it's time to find some long johns or something, and then went next door to get my groceries, including a pack of gizzards and hearts. They're dirt cheap and super delicious, but I managed to actually burn soup as I was making them last time (apparently when you put the stove on high heat the water disappeared faster. Who knew!) I also burned a pot that my roommate had inherited from her grandmother. I was, as you might expect, very sorry, and also got a little gun shy of gizzards.
But gizzard soup is go good. And so cheap, so I got another pack and will be trying again, this time on low heat and with a timer to keep me from spazzing so I don't burn down the apartment. I am giving my mom agida right now. I know. <3
So I come home, get my laundry, put away my groceries, make a quick supper, check on the rats, and see that they have managed to put every last scrap of newspaper and filling and grass into their little hut, so that they can barely fit in there themselves and cleaning the bottom is going to be a pain in the but. I compliment them on their sick nest building skills, refill their empty food bowl, and then finally sit down to have my supper.
And now that I've typed this up it's midnight and I need to finish that overdue paper. Tomorrow is work at 8PM, the commute is about 30 minutes on a good day, an hour in this weather because the chances that I25 will be clogged with some sort of accident are 99%, so it's a 6AM morning for me again.
Phew. Thank goodness not all days are like this one.
So this was my day.
6:00AM Get up. Usually I wake up, tell myself, "COME ON YOU CAN DO IT" and then sleep for four more hours. This time my subconscious was apparently aware that if I did not get up I was in big trouble because crawling out of bed was relatively effortless.
The first thing I do is shoot out an e-mail to change an appointment because I had said yes to a few too many things and created for myself an impossible schedule. So that pretty much set the tone for the day.
I work a little on two assignments until my roommate has taken her shower and gone off to brave the fridged cold. The cat comes in, as usual, tries to get into my closet to eat the rat grass in there, as usual, and then I go to take a shower. I usually shoo Rufus out of my room when I'm not there, because the first few days I was at the apartment he decided he was going to advertise his displeasure at the world by peeing on people's things, but today I thought, hey, he hasn't done that in -months-.
Well, he didn't pee on anything, thank God, but he did manage to puke up his breakfast on my blanket. So "Put blanket in washer" is added to my to do list.
My breakfast consists of a staling bagel, which is really not that bad. I shoot of the first two assignments and start on the third until around 10:15, which is when my first appointment comes up.
Early last fall I had talked to my advisor about possible interning opportunistic and she had mentioned the Murie Center. It's an historical site about 500 miles north of Denver that needs an archivist to go up and organize their holdings. After saying I was very interested, the subject was put on the back burner as I dealt with school and work and looked for other, more official internship targets.
Well, a few days ago I was contacted about the Center again, and had a very nice phone conversation with the man who was doing the work in getting the project off the ground. The details of the internship are pretty much exactly what I wanted: a big but manageable project that needs someone to go in and set things up into a proper archive. Whoever gets the job will be extremely autonomous and basically in charge of the archives for the time they are there. It was really hard for me not to just flat out say "Oh my god this is so fucking AWESOME" but that was basically what I was thinking for the entire interview. Nothing is final yet, and I have applied to other places, but by April I'll know what I'm doing with my summer, and if it's working at the Murie Archives I am going to be PSYCHED.
So immediately after I finish that call I throw my blanket in the wash, try to work on my third assignment some more because it's due today (in something like 4 hours now) and then rush off to the appointment I postponed.
The Dumb Friends League ended up with an influx of rodents, so I offered to foster a few. Asimov and Darwin had already been gone a week and I figured I could take a few more animals in. By the time I could find time to get over there there were only rats left, which I didn't mind at all, but these rats were not babies who needed to be acclimated to human contact. They were adult rats who had been overbred and needed to be held for a few weeks to ensure that none of them were pregnant before adoption. So I ended up with four adult female rats. None of them have names yet and none of them are really all that used to human contact. They nibble and then bite, but not hard, and will absolutely not sit still in my hand.
I was given the penthouse suite of rat cages to keep them in. This thing has three levels and a stand alone wheel. It barely fits on my dresser. It also took me a while to set up, since I kept putting the ramps on the wrong side of the cage. I lined the bottom with a generous helping of newspaper and nesting stuff, and then let the girls have at it. At first they did the usual rat exploration thing, and then one of them started ripping up the newspaper at the bottom of the cage and dragging it into the rathouse. I had shredded two pages of newspaper just for that purpose, but it was being ignored as this little tan rat was systematically destroying all the lining. OK, fine.
So I get them their food and try to attach the water bottle before realizing that I have no straps and will have to go back to the shelter. No problem, it's already 1:30 and I'm hungry so I'll grab some Wendy's on the way because I don't feel like cooking. What I really wanted to do was sneak in grocery time too, but I had a paper due in a few hours that I hadn't gotten far on.
I grab my food, grab the straps, drive back home, get my blanket, put in a real load of laundry, eat my lunch, and try to write 8 pages in one hour while I am still doing the research necessary. 3:50PM gets here and I'm only 5 out of 8 pages done and now have to decide if I want to get points off for a late paper or a shitty paper. I choose late paper and drive off to class. I had broken down and gotten a parking permit, because it is simply too cold for me to walk to school, and I sense that it will be that way for the rest of the semester, but the parking rules are a little draconian and I couldn't actually find a lot I was allowed to park in (also, I hate 4PM classes. UGH.) so I ended up parking on the street anyway. Basically, if this permit does not earn me its money back I will be super annoyed.
I get to class a little late, again, and spend a good amount of time chiding myself inwardly. At this point I also realize that my laundry is still in the dryer and it will be five hours before I have a chance to get it out. oops.
Class goes well, and then I drive off and get gas and those groceries I was planning on picking up earlier in the day. My toes almost freeze off simply as I wait for my tank to fill up. (Stupid gas prices) Seriously. Every time I think that it has finally gotten COLD it gets a little colder. My face was going stiff and if I had not worn knee length socks I'm pretty sure my legs would have been entirely numb. I am congratulating myself for having to foresight to buy some boots, because they're about to get a lot of use. It also took me a bit to open the gas tank because there was a solid layer of ice that needed to be broken through to open the hatch.
Anyway, I get my gas, start to seriously worry about frostbite of the toes and decide it's time to find some long johns or something, and then went next door to get my groceries, including a pack of gizzards and hearts. They're dirt cheap and super delicious, but I managed to actually burn soup as I was making them last time (apparently when you put the stove on high heat the water disappeared faster. Who knew!) I also burned a pot that my roommate had inherited from her grandmother. I was, as you might expect, very sorry, and also got a little gun shy of gizzards.
But gizzard soup is go good. And so cheap, so I got another pack and will be trying again, this time on low heat and with a timer to keep me from spazzing so I don't burn down the apartment. I am giving my mom agida right now. I know. <3
So I come home, get my laundry, put away my groceries, make a quick supper, check on the rats, and see that they have managed to put every last scrap of newspaper and filling and grass into their little hut, so that they can barely fit in there themselves and cleaning the bottom is going to be a pain in the but. I compliment them on their sick nest building skills, refill their empty food bowl, and then finally sit down to have my supper.
And now that I've typed this up it's midnight and I need to finish that overdue paper. Tomorrow is work at 8PM, the commute is about 30 minutes on a good day, an hour in this weather because the chances that I25 will be clogged with some sort of accident are 99%, so it's a 6AM morning for me again.
Phew. Thank goodness not all days are like this one.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Update
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and Happy Birthday to me.
Things have been moving forward in a whirlwind of activity lately, and I've been trying to keep my footing as best I can. Classes are twice as intensive as they were last semester, and on top of that I now have work and am trying to continue my Chinese lessons. I have to resort to a deep skim of my reading materials because there are just so many, but so far that's been alright. At least the readings are more interesting than last year (for now).
I am super excited about the History of the Book class, where we are taking field trips and having meetings with people involved in multiple aspects of rare book librarianship and archives. I'm excited about the final paper for that class too, but seeing as how it's due in only 8 weeks, the excitement is spiced up with a healthy dash of terror.
I'm now an official foster parent for small mammals at the Dumb Friends League. My first two fosters are rats named Asimov and Darwin.
Things have been moving forward in a whirlwind of activity lately, and I've been trying to keep my footing as best I can. Classes are twice as intensive as they were last semester, and on top of that I now have work and am trying to continue my Chinese lessons. I have to resort to a deep skim of my reading materials because there are just so many, but so far that's been alright. At least the readings are more interesting than last year (for now).
I am super excited about the History of the Book class, where we are taking field trips and having meetings with people involved in multiple aspects of rare book librarianship and archives. I'm excited about the final paper for that class too, but seeing as how it's due in only 8 weeks, the excitement is spiced up with a healthy dash of terror.
I'm now an official foster parent for small mammals at the Dumb Friends League. My first two fosters are rats named Asimov and Darwin.
The girls being cute.
Asimov taking a break from her frantic scurrying.
Rufus being his curious self.
The cat has so far done nothing but stare up at the cage, try to jump onto the dresser, and gone after the grass reserved for the rats like it was crack. The rats find him to be a curiosity and that's as far as it will ever go. I'm halfway through their 2 week foster period, and am going to be very sad when I let them go. They're adorable, and actually make excellent pets.
It's been a sweltering 50 degrees here for the last few days, and people are walking around in shorts and flip flops. I'm not that crazy, but I've been enjoying being able to use my window cleaner without rendering myself blind. The commute to and from work has started getting old, but with the right CDs I can weather any rush out traffic. I do wish I wasn't commuting more than 5 hours a week though.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Smatterings
With Winter break seems to have come a blogging break. I think I mentioned that even though I am out of school for a while I feel busier than I ever was, and that remains true. So, here is a quick 'I'm not dead' post to provide a quick overview of what I've been doing for the past two weeks.
I've started Chinese lessons. Chinese is one of those languages that is almost impossible to break into for me. I've tried learning half a dozen times now, and nothing sticks. The problem lies in the fact that pronunciation alone is such a struggle. With languages like Japanese and French the sound of the language came naturally to me. Not so Chinese. Too many minimal pairs that do not exist in English. Just tone itself is enough to make things difficult, but with x j s q etc also being hard to hear and pronounce for an English speaker, Chinese is a real devil of a language. It almost makes me miss Japanese.
I'm now hard at work as a Wrangler for Anythink libraries, an amazing library system that has done (almost) everything right in how it has reinvented itself into a 21st century library. Our library director was elected Librarian of the year by the ALA, and the district itself earned the 2010 National Medal for Museum and Library Service, which means our director will be meeting with the president and first lady. The branch I work at is relatively small, but the materials are checked out in such a rapid basis that with two or three of us working full tilt we can barely keep up with the circulation. I was angsting for quite a while over not being able to find a job, so now I am extremely happy that I stuck it out and finally landed in such a perfect position.
The job itself is great (books everywhere!) my co-workers are awesome, my bosses are ridiculously nice, and so on and so forth. The only things that could make the job better is if the branch was closer (It's a 45min drive away) and if they let us work in larger chunks of shifts. 5 hours is the max per day, which means a -lot- of driving, a short shift, and then a lot of driving again. This makes it somewhat difficult to schedule the other things I have going on.
The internship has unfortunately been put on a sort of hold (though I have free time again tomorrow, woo!) simply because Boulder is even further than work, and I need a whole day dedicated to going up there if it's going to be worth my time at all. For a month and change I haven't had that whole day. Quite disappointing, but I'm looking for things to improve on that front soon.
I occurs to me that I have spent most of my brake doing non Archival type stuff. I've been taking advantage of the time to do things like write 300+ prompts for a fantasy world building challenge, and NaNo, and so on and so forth. I feel like I should be using my time more constructively towards my future employment... but writing a ton of questions like "What body modification is taboo in your world and what is wide spread?" Is so much damn fun. I've finished that project, and will probably be including it in whatever website I build when I find the time for that. This is where I look at my to-do list and laugh.
While working at the 'cat desk' at the local shelter I was told that they are looking for foster parents to keep small mammals, like guinea pigs and rats and such. I can't bring a cat or dog home due to Lord Rufus and apartment restrictions, but a small animal should be alright, so I've applied, will be going through an interview, and then hopefully will be helping a little critter acclimatizes itself to human interaction, which will make it more appealing to prospective adopters.
About the same time I was given a book by a fellow volunteer. I had been talking to her about school, and the fact that I was studying to become an archivist, so one day she gives me this book called The Collectors by David Baldacci. Baldacci is one of those big names in the world of the spy/intrigue novel. I've shelved many of his books, but have never read a word of any of them, mostly because of my bias against any fiction written before the 1940s. But, since this book was being given to me I figured I had to at least make a go of reading it.
Turned out that wasn't going to happen. I got something like 5 chapters in (read: 10 pages) before putting it down and deciding that I had much better ways to waste my time. You would think a book that apparently revolves around the Archives of the US Government would be interesting, but the writing is so absolutely amateur that the wonder that should naturally go hand in hand with materials recording the very birth of our nation has been neatly removed by bluntly telling prose and a cardboard cast. Definitely not going to bother.
There is an ice skating rink on campus that has free skate for an hour on most days of the week. Because I'm a full time student, admission is free for me, though it still costs to rent shoes, but 3 dollars is a nice price for an hour of good exercise and slamming into rink walls. I still need to learn how to stop...
I've started Chinese lessons. Chinese is one of those languages that is almost impossible to break into for me. I've tried learning half a dozen times now, and nothing sticks. The problem lies in the fact that pronunciation alone is such a struggle. With languages like Japanese and French the sound of the language came naturally to me. Not so Chinese. Too many minimal pairs that do not exist in English. Just tone itself is enough to make things difficult, but with x j s q etc also being hard to hear and pronounce for an English speaker, Chinese is a real devil of a language. It almost makes me miss Japanese.
I'm now hard at work as a Wrangler for Anythink libraries, an amazing library system that has done (almost) everything right in how it has reinvented itself into a 21st century library. Our library director was elected Librarian of the year by the ALA, and the district itself earned the 2010 National Medal for Museum and Library Service, which means our director will be meeting with the president and first lady. The branch I work at is relatively small, but the materials are checked out in such a rapid basis that with two or three of us working full tilt we can barely keep up with the circulation. I was angsting for quite a while over not being able to find a job, so now I am extremely happy that I stuck it out and finally landed in such a perfect position.
The job itself is great (books everywhere!) my co-workers are awesome, my bosses are ridiculously nice, and so on and so forth. The only things that could make the job better is if the branch was closer (It's a 45min drive away) and if they let us work in larger chunks of shifts. 5 hours is the max per day, which means a -lot- of driving, a short shift, and then a lot of driving again. This makes it somewhat difficult to schedule the other things I have going on.
The internship has unfortunately been put on a sort of hold (though I have free time again tomorrow, woo!) simply because Boulder is even further than work, and I need a whole day dedicated to going up there if it's going to be worth my time at all. For a month and change I haven't had that whole day. Quite disappointing, but I'm looking for things to improve on that front soon.
I occurs to me that I have spent most of my brake doing non Archival type stuff. I've been taking advantage of the time to do things like write 300+ prompts for a fantasy world building challenge, and NaNo, and so on and so forth. I feel like I should be using my time more constructively towards my future employment... but writing a ton of questions like "What body modification is taboo in your world and what is wide spread?" Is so much damn fun. I've finished that project, and will probably be including it in whatever website I build when I find the time for that. This is where I look at my to-do list and laugh.
While working at the 'cat desk' at the local shelter I was told that they are looking for foster parents to keep small mammals, like guinea pigs and rats and such. I can't bring a cat or dog home due to Lord Rufus and apartment restrictions, but a small animal should be alright, so I've applied, will be going through an interview, and then hopefully will be helping a little critter acclimatizes itself to human interaction, which will make it more appealing to prospective adopters.
About the same time I was given a book by a fellow volunteer. I had been talking to her about school, and the fact that I was studying to become an archivist, so one day she gives me this book called The Collectors by David Baldacci. Baldacci is one of those big names in the world of the spy/intrigue novel. I've shelved many of his books, but have never read a word of any of them, mostly because of my bias against any fiction written before the 1940s. But, since this book was being given to me I figured I had to at least make a go of reading it.
Turned out that wasn't going to happen. I got something like 5 chapters in (read: 10 pages) before putting it down and deciding that I had much better ways to waste my time. You would think a book that apparently revolves around the Archives of the US Government would be interesting, but the writing is so absolutely amateur that the wonder that should naturally go hand in hand with materials recording the very birth of our nation has been neatly removed by bluntly telling prose and a cardboard cast. Definitely not going to bother.
There is an ice skating rink on campus that has free skate for an hour on most days of the week. Because I'm a full time student, admission is free for me, though it still costs to rent shoes, but 3 dollars is a nice price for an hour of good exercise and slamming into rink walls. I still need to learn how to stop...
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Inception
I have been on an Inception binge lately. Because I've had the soundtrack on infinite loop and have been scrounging around for clips and screenshots, I inevitably checked to see if there was any theater still showing it. Apparently it's running in dollar theaters now (Which are now $2.50 theaters, but still) so for a study break I drove down and watched again.
A second viewing confirms my initial impression of Inception. It's a great movie, and all the details are all fucked up. The great thing about it is that it doesn't matter that a few moments of objective questioning will point out hundreds of places where the movie defied its own logic. The logic was not the important part of the movie. The story was. And the story was why the Inception was so good. It was psychologically driven, where every scene had a storytelling purpose, even if it didn't all mesh into a cohesive 'universe'. When I watch, there's a part of me that's going, "Wait a second..." but it's drowned out by the part that REALLY wants to know what's going to happen next, even though I've seen it before.
And of course there's also the part about it being fucking sharp style wise.
$2.50 well spent. Inception will probably be the next movie I buy, which is saying something, since I rarely buy movies. I think Shoot 'em Up was the last one I picked up, which was almost three years ago, and before that was Rajio no Jikan, which I bought in 2004. So yeah.
A second viewing confirms my initial impression of Inception. It's a great movie, and all the details are all fucked up. The great thing about it is that it doesn't matter that a few moments of objective questioning will point out hundreds of places where the movie defied its own logic. The logic was not the important part of the movie. The story was. And the story was why the Inception was so good. It was psychologically driven, where every scene had a storytelling purpose, even if it didn't all mesh into a cohesive 'universe'. When I watch, there's a part of me that's going, "Wait a second..." but it's drowned out by the part that REALLY wants to know what's going to happen next, even though I've seen it before.
And of course there's also the part about it being fucking sharp style wise.
Inception: Badass men doing badass things in badass ways.
$2.50 well spent. Inception will probably be the next movie I buy, which is saying something, since I rarely buy movies. I think Shoot 'em Up was the last one I picked up, which was almost three years ago, and before that was Rajio no Jikan, which I bought in 2004. So yeah.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Fun Weekend
And now for more fun links to break up the long, rambling posts about my hectic days:
In an extreme example of the maxim, "If you want it done right you have to do it yourself," Calum MacLeod built himself a road that was so successful the government appropriated it later.
An awesome Gallery of pictures with a woman shooting a bullseye almost every year for 70 some years. The other galleries in the parent site are fun to look through too.
I've been busy for the last few days. Yesterday was the beginning of MileHiCon, where I volunteered by helping set up the art gallery (don't know why that's so fun) and timing a few panels for the presenters. The highlight for me was Donato Giancola, who did a talk on the classical influences of his art, and had a painting up for auction valued at 7k dollars depicting George about to do battle with the Dragon. Giancola is still an oil on canvas guy, and his work in person is exquisite. I only wish that one day I'll be able to have a nice sketch from someone as skilled as he is, but until then I can stare at the art in the galleries.
Today was Zombie Crawl Day. I went with a bunch of library science students, and although I didn't have the time to zombify, I lifted some fake blood off someone else and had some nice bloody smears across my face. Here are some highlights:
Oh God they're breeding!
Sunday, October 10, 2010
CALCON Report
PHEW. The last three days have been the most busy since I drove West, and considering the fact that I have been intensely busy for months now that is an achievement. I was up in Loveland volunteering my time at the CAL Conference since I couldn't justify the cost of simply attending, and, as I mentioned before, events are just more fun when you're working behind the scenes. That's where you meet the cool people
And boy did I meet a ton of cool people. I know a big part of attending conferences and participating in clubs and groups has to do with networking, but if the Denver Library community is a web then I am tangled all up in it. I must have met a dozen or so awesome people, and have spent the time after the conference trying desperately to keep their names and faces straight in my head. I figure if I can recognize half the people I met at a later date I did ok. I won't go into specifics because it would take forever to cover everyone and what made them awesome, and I don't want to commit the crime of forgetting someone important.
Because I was volunteering for a good portion of the time, and was playing DDR when I wasn't volunteering, and chatting when I wasn't doing -that- I didn't actually attend very many of the seminars or panels. I'm not much of a seminar person anyway. It reminds me too much of class, and besides, I wasn't registered. I did sit in on a talk given by the staff at anythink Libraries (small a) and was extremely impressed. The entire district when from being a "dump" to the ideal that all public libraries should strive to achieve. When I think of my own time trapped in the hell of suburbia, I know I would have loved to have a library as forward thinking as anythink. I would have preferred they not be so extreme that they do away with capitalization though. And that's not to say my hometown library is -bad-. It's just not nearly as good.
Besides the parade of friendly and fascinating people, the highlight of CAL has to be the Battledecks competition Friday night. Competitors had to improvise a speech that followed the conference theme (Transformation and Illumination), plus a bonus theme that was different for each person (Urkel an H1N1, American Bacon vs. Canadian Bacon), all without seeing any of their slides before hand. And the slides were a collection of lolcats and non-sequitur captions. I have not laughed so hard in a very long while. Every presenter was hilarious, and a few of them straight up killed the audience. Apparently the winner of the competition was the state librarian, so if I ever meet him face to face I'll have to compliment him on his ability to make squid pants relevant to the library profession.
There was an auction table at the conference with some interesting stuff, including a plush owl and some exquisite woodblock etchings, but the item that really grabbed my attention was a three credit tuition waver, worth almost 3k. I had a chance at cutting 1k out of my tuition right there, but unfortunately I ended up with competition at the very end, and wasn't willing to get into a bidding war just so I could pay up front nearly the whole cost of a single class. Oh well.
The weather has taken a turn for the cold. Just last week I was hot in a t-shirt, and now it's 50 degrees and I'm sitting with a blanket, turtleneck, and sweater. I'm going to have to go out and pick up a box of tissues.
So now that that week is over, I have time to relax, right?
Haha. No.
This week I have to:
Wish me luck.
And boy did I meet a ton of cool people. I know a big part of attending conferences and participating in clubs and groups has to do with networking, but if the Denver Library community is a web then I am tangled all up in it. I must have met a dozen or so awesome people, and have spent the time after the conference trying desperately to keep their names and faces straight in my head. I figure if I can recognize half the people I met at a later date I did ok. I won't go into specifics because it would take forever to cover everyone and what made them awesome, and I don't want to commit the crime of forgetting someone important.
Because I was volunteering for a good portion of the time, and was playing DDR when I wasn't volunteering, and chatting when I wasn't doing -that- I didn't actually attend very many of the seminars or panels. I'm not much of a seminar person anyway. It reminds me too much of class, and besides, I wasn't registered. I did sit in on a talk given by the staff at anythink Libraries (small a) and was extremely impressed. The entire district when from being a "dump" to the ideal that all public libraries should strive to achieve. When I think of my own time trapped in the hell of suburbia, I know I would have loved to have a library as forward thinking as anythink. I would have preferred they not be so extreme that they do away with capitalization though. And that's not to say my hometown library is -bad-. It's just not nearly as good.
Besides the parade of friendly and fascinating people, the highlight of CAL has to be the Battledecks competition Friday night. Competitors had to improvise a speech that followed the conference theme (Transformation and Illumination), plus a bonus theme that was different for each person (Urkel an H1N1, American Bacon vs. Canadian Bacon), all without seeing any of their slides before hand. And the slides were a collection of lolcats and non-sequitur captions. I have not laughed so hard in a very long while. Every presenter was hilarious, and a few of them straight up killed the audience. Apparently the winner of the competition was the state librarian, so if I ever meet him face to face I'll have to compliment him on his ability to make squid pants relevant to the library profession.
There was an auction table at the conference with some interesting stuff, including a plush owl and some exquisite woodblock etchings, but the item that really grabbed my attention was a three credit tuition waver, worth almost 3k. I had a chance at cutting 1k out of my tuition right there, but unfortunately I ended up with competition at the very end, and wasn't willing to get into a bidding war just so I could pay up front nearly the whole cost of a single class. Oh well.
The weather has taken a turn for the cold. Just last week I was hot in a t-shirt, and now it's 50 degrees and I'm sitting with a blanket, turtleneck, and sweater. I'm going to have to go out and pick up a box of tissues.
So now that that week is over, I have time to relax, right?
Haha. No.
This week I have to:
- Arrange an advising meeting and get next semester sorted out.
- Visit the Asian collection in UC Boulder for two separate classes.
- Finish a comparative paper. (And read the papers I need to be comparing.)
- Create a service bibliography
- Submit applications for every position Rangview library has open, because Rangeview is awesome.
- Attend a volunteer orientation at the local animal shelter.
- Register to volunteer at the DPL CTC
- Attend two job interviews on Monday
- Build my new website and put up the intro tutorial to web design
- Contact someone at the Talking Books Library about volunteering there
- Cajole the Michigan Lighthouse Conservatory into providing me with their collections list for upload into librarything
- Post flyers for the Denver satellite to the Rally to Restore Sanity
- Add another 100 prompts to a fantasy project
- Do some research on spy libraries
- Finish reading a book in Internet Neutrality
- Review one e-book, and two magazines
- Find some time to eat and sleep.
Wish me luck.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
This week has been a bit of a roller coaster. I think I am going through the phases of grief in terms of my job search. I was firmly in the Anger zone on Friday, and am anticipating a long stay in Depression land, but am doing my damnedest to ward off the mental and physical stagnation that this usually brings on. Having so much that simply needs to get done helps, but my meals have been taking a bit of a hit.
This last week I:
http://stackedup.tv/#read Quick interviews with writers and other bookish creators.
http://eap.bl.uk/index.a4d The endangered archives program. Some of these projects sound ridiculously awesome. Going through them keeps me focused on gathering up the skills/qualifications to participate in something like this.
This last week I:
- Spoke to a Chinese teacher and realized I was -really- overreaching, so I'm sticking with Japanese for a bit
- Attended an amazing concert of Brahm's German Requiem in a beautiful cathedral
- Ate at a "fast food" Japanese restaurant that almost killed udon for me
- Restarted an old project (because that's what I do when I'm stressed, start projects) that has nothing to do with anything else I'm doing currently but will be moderately time consuming
- Submitted more reviews for Tangent Online, which, by the way, has now published everything
- Started doing research on grants and linguistics, of all things
- Got furniture for my room, including a dresser, which remains empty as I choose to leave everything strewn across the floor
- Finished up my first group project of the semester just in time to dive into the second
- Bought something to transfer my photos onto the computer and realized immediately after that my computer has a SD cardslot compatible with my camera.
- So, pictures:
The living room, with Rufus giving the tour in the corner.
The little dining room right behind it. The roommate I replaced took that table, so now it's just open space.
The kitchen. You can't see them but some of the things on the fridge are hilarious.
Lord of the domain, Rufus.
Rufus lording over me as I try to do work.
The catlord is pleased with my obedience.
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http://stackedup.tv/#read Quick interviews with writers and other bookish creators.
http://eap.bl.uk/index.a4d The endangered archives program. Some of these projects sound ridiculously awesome. Going through them keeps me focused on gathering up the skills/qualifications to participate in something like this.
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Sunday, September 26, 2010
MAN am I out of shape. Fidez' grandparents, being the amazingly generous people they are, 'lent' me a mountain bike so that that my commute would not be 30 minutes on foot anymore. After spending nearly as much on a lock and helmet as I would have spent on a night parking pass, I set out on this bike and was quickly reminded that I have not exerted myself physically in any form for a very long time. My legs were not happy with me, but I was happy with the bike so they can fall off and die. I also realized, as I was biking, that the handles were not in alignment with the wheel and the seat was not in alignment with anything. Those were both easy fixes, but they were also things it would have been nice to notice before I started peddling. At least I had the good sense to test my breaks -before- they were needed.
Here's a project to watch: http://www.thismustbetheplace.tv/
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Here's a project to watch: http://www.thismustbetheplace.tv/
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I don't know why but I find that it's much more satisfying to work behind the scenes at an event than it is to simply attend something. I always get bored just 'attending', but when I'm given a job to do, even if it inhibits my freedom to enjoy all that an event may provide, I'm always so much more satisfied when I'm done. Maybe I should go into event managing. Career change!
Nah, volunteering is one thing, running the show is another.
Anyway, I will be attending the Colorado Association of Libraries Conference as a volunteer. I'm not signing up to attend any of the big events, which I don't usually enjoy, and instead will be running errands for three days.
Nah, volunteering is one thing, running the show is another.
Anyway, I will be attending the Colorado Association of Libraries Conference as a volunteer. I'm not signing up to attend any of the big events, which I don't usually enjoy, and instead will be running errands for three days.
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I'm curious about how blogger decides what blogs to associate with mine. When I hit the next blog link, which I do often, I constantly end up on blogs about either alternate education or Christian homemakers. While I have nothing against elementary education or Christian homemakers, I can't say this blog is about either. Maybe I'll have to go through some of the nuts and bolts and figure out what's doing this.
On a similar note, I am heavily considering investing in a domain and some virtual server or something somewhere and rekindling a website. It might make sense professionally, and it never hurts to update old skills either. The question is when I will find the time.
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I continue to bleed money with association memberships and household necessities and a rather contorted job situation that's starting to annoy me, but my solution has been to start applying full tilt again. I have a minor advantage now too, because I have access to more trade information and have discovered a number of library based job leads.
I also think my right wrist is starting to develop carpal tunnel, so with a six page paper due Monday, and two other projects due Thurs, this week might be a bit of a challenge.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Oh man. I don't think I can recall any other week in my life where I have been this busy. On top of preparing for and attending my first classes, trying reel in all the lines I put out for work, familiarizing myself with the area and its grocery stores, trying to cook and failing, and otherwise putting all the disparate pieces involved with moving to a new city and starting a new life into place, I have had maybe one hour total with which to rest or fool around on the computer. My mind is so revved up that it's taking me three or more hours to fall asleep after I lay my head on the pillow, which is something I -really- hope changes once things get more settled.
I've had a two day grocery ordeal involving a Japanese food store near downtown and two meals that I managed to only buy half the ingredients for each. Today I resolved to pick up the missing stuff from a local store, and set about making spring rolls. I've had a real hankering for spring rolls since I mentioned them before, something like a week ago, and have not managed to scratch that particular itch since I was denied them. When I was in Japan I had made them with my host mother, so I though, hey, how hard could they be? You don't even have to cook anything but the shrimp.
Well... It turns out I didn't quite remember what went into them, so I forgot some of the flavoring, bought cabbage instead of lettuce (I guess I'm making a cabbage dish soon) had absolutely no idea how to prepare avocados and didn't know I didn't know until I had mangled one, and ended up buying shrimp that was too curled and too small to be laid out the traditional way. Youtube gave me a crash course on avocado slicing, and after some experimenting the shrimp worked anyway. What was irredeemable was the sauce. It was terrible and I ended up just throwing it out. Without the sauce spring rolls are really bland, and without the greens they're even blander. Good thing I don't mind tasteless food. Plus, by the time I was done making a dozen of them I was too hungry to care.
I've taken a picture of the results of my exploits, along with a few shots of the interior of the apartment, but my usb cord is (hopefully) still sitting in my trunk along with a few other excess effects that I have not bothered to move in yet, so all that will have to wait. I also noticed that the lens of my camera has managed to pick up even more black spots, even in the protection of its case. Somewhat annoying, that.
I've now taken two of the three classes, and predict a heavier workload than I expected initially. Since the school runs on quarters, each class is only 10 sessions long, which sounds a little crazy, and probably is. Within those 10 sessions we're expected to do a large paper, a group project, and a few other assignments. I'm thinking I will not be able to pull of the procrastination game this time around.
There's probably a lot more that I'm missing, but that will have to wait for another day, as I'm tired, and want to spend at least a minute of this day doing nothing (probably will work on my budget spreadsheet instead). So here's a quick list.
Stuff I like about Denver so far:
Stuff I don't like about Denver so far:
Phew, 11PM already. I've got an interview and a class tomorrow, and then I think I will set off on another culinary adventure.
I've had a two day grocery ordeal involving a Japanese food store near downtown and two meals that I managed to only buy half the ingredients for each. Today I resolved to pick up the missing stuff from a local store, and set about making spring rolls. I've had a real hankering for spring rolls since I mentioned them before, something like a week ago, and have not managed to scratch that particular itch since I was denied them. When I was in Japan I had made them with my host mother, so I though, hey, how hard could they be? You don't even have to cook anything but the shrimp.
Well... It turns out I didn't quite remember what went into them, so I forgot some of the flavoring, bought cabbage instead of lettuce (I guess I'm making a cabbage dish soon) had absolutely no idea how to prepare avocados and didn't know I didn't know until I had mangled one, and ended up buying shrimp that was too curled and too small to be laid out the traditional way. Youtube gave me a crash course on avocado slicing, and after some experimenting the shrimp worked anyway. What was irredeemable was the sauce. It was terrible and I ended up just throwing it out. Without the sauce spring rolls are really bland, and without the greens they're even blander. Good thing I don't mind tasteless food. Plus, by the time I was done making a dozen of them I was too hungry to care.
I've taken a picture of the results of my exploits, along with a few shots of the interior of the apartment, but my usb cord is (hopefully) still sitting in my trunk along with a few other excess effects that I have not bothered to move in yet, so all that will have to wait. I also noticed that the lens of my camera has managed to pick up even more black spots, even in the protection of its case. Somewhat annoying, that.
I've now taken two of the three classes, and predict a heavier workload than I expected initially. Since the school runs on quarters, each class is only 10 sessions long, which sounds a little crazy, and probably is. Within those 10 sessions we're expected to do a large paper, a group project, and a few other assignments. I'm thinking I will not be able to pull of the procrastination game this time around.
There's probably a lot more that I'm missing, but that will have to wait for another day, as I'm tired, and want to spend at least a minute of this day doing nothing (probably will work on my budget spreadsheet instead). So here's a quick list.
Stuff I like about Denver so far:
- The road I take to school has a bike path, so when I get a bike the commute will be perfect.
- Driving back from part time job 1 I saw an entire family of prairie dogs chilling by the road. I think that's the first time I've ever seen a live prairie dog, and there were more than a dozen. Unfortunately one was flat on the shoulder. =s
- The people in general are all pretty cool, and the drivers are pretty sane, even considerate sometimes.
- All the curbs are slanted, so that I can relearn my parallel parking and it's cool if I go a little too far.
- There's a Japanese food store in the city. It's not really that close, but it's there, and it has a lot of good stuff.
Stuff I don't like about Denver so far:
- It's almost all road related. For one, I can't seem to get onto I25 south without spending 10 minutes criscrossing the damn thing. Ironically, the one time I did get onto I25 S without a hitch I really wanted to go North.
- There is no parking anywhere at all. I hate city parking.
- The building where I have my classes is as far from my apartment as it can be without being off campus. Ok, that's not completely true, but it is on the wrong side.
- I still don't have a room of my own. I'm managing fine, but I am really looking forward to being able to have a real space, and be completely moved in.
Phew, 11PM already. I've got an interview and a class tomorrow, and then I think I will set off on another culinary adventure.
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