April 01, 2003
V. Bridget Jones this morning. Paying Cialis Super Active bills online. Trying to remember if I've packed enough underwear. Oh god - what shoes am I going to bring? Hmmm. Perhaps should not use sporty urban citypack with a squillion pockets, as security might look askance at being forced to search so many nooks and crannies only to find crushed bandaids and paper clips and old ticket stubs. Oh, sod them.
Not sure how near to a computer I'll be, though I'll do my darnedest to make an appearance. Wonder if perhaps attachment to email and to blog is leading to dire internet addiction, with self glued to keyboard and cats mewling for food and husband having gone off in search of less geeky companionship. Will see how the withdrawal buy Cialis Super Active goes. But Chicago's a big town - surely there's an internet cafe? May also have a Janey activity in the works - a lecture, even, to dredge what remains of my brain. At any rate, I can try blogging offline, with pen and paper. ;)
But I shall return, never fear, my fabulous cadre of readers. I think my last real vacation was last summer. Hopefully the office won't be in shambles when I come back, or my reputation slagged upon. But no more thoughts to work. Thoughts of fattening thick Chicago pizza pies and the famous wind whipping through my hair as I flee into the indoors of the Art Institute to visit the Impressionist collection. Ciao now.
P.S. Highly recommend the 10:27 version of Stevie Wonder's "Do I Do" as packing music. Put it on repeat - I defy you not to find yourself in instant boogie mode. A good substitute for morning coffee as well.
April 07, 2003
The Prodigal Crumpet Returns
Anyone miss me? (Besides my cats, that is, who merely miss my capacity as a heat source.) Why is coming back from vacation never restful? Back to the grind, I'm afraid. Feh.
April 09, 2003
Promoting the Profession
The following appear on a t-shirt which you can purchase for your very own. [via LISNews]
Great Reasons to Be a Librarian
It doesn't take a whole lot order Cialis Super Active to be considered "wild and crazy."
It's OK (almost expected) to become mean, bitter, and scorned as you age.
Everyone will understand if you are a closet alcoholic.
You really do "know everything."
You are officially a fantasy possibility.
April 10, 2003
"How Cool is That?"
My sister sent me the above comment and this image, which I promptly deleted, thinking it was some lame PhotoShop treatment. But no, it's real - two Army soldiers actually did unfurl a University of Georgia flag at the presidential palace in Iraq [via LATimes]:
Fox-TV video showed 3rd Infantry tanks on the grounds of the sand-colored Old Presidential Palace, with large arches and a dome.
Army Capt. Chris Carter and Cialis Super Active online another soldier waved a University of Georgia flag - red and black and white emblazoned with a large letter G - as they stood on the grounds of the palace complex.
Sheesh. This isn't some stupid football game, people.
An excerpt from "Why We Didn't Remove Saddam" by George Bush, Sr. and Brent Scowcroft [Time Canada, 03/02/98, Vol. 151 Issue 8, p25]; the op-ed or article was excerpted from the authors' book A World Transformed, Knopf 1998. Thanks, Zeebah, for helping me to verify the source!
We were disappointed that Saddam's defeat did not break his hold on power, as many of our Arab allies had predicted and we had come to expect. President Bush repeatedly Cialis Super Active mastercard declared that the fate of Saddam Hussein was up to the Iraqi people. Occasionally, he indicated that removal of Saddam would be welcome, but for very practical reasons there was never a promise to aid an uprising. While we hoped that popular revolt or coup would topple Saddam, neither the U.S. nor the countries of the region wished to see the breakup of the Iraqi state. We were concerned about the long-term balance of power at the head of the Gulf. Trying to eliminate Saddam, extending the ground war into an occupation of Iraq, would have violated our guideline about not changing objectives in midstream, engaging in "mission creep," and would have incurred incalculable human and political costs. Apprehending him was probably impossible. We had been unable to find Noriega in Panama, which we knew intimately. We would have been forced to occupy Baghdad and, in effect, rule Iraq. The coalition would instantly have collapsed, the Arabs deserting it in anger and other allies pulling out as well. Under those circumstances, furthermore, we had been self-consciously trying to set a pattern for handling aggression in the post-cold war world. Going in and occupying Iraq, thus unilaterally exceeding the U.N.'s mandate, would have destroyed the precedent of international response to aggression we hoped buy Cialis Super Active to establish. Had we gone the invasion route, the U.S. could conceivably still be an occupying power in a bitterly hostile land. It would have been a dramatically different--and perhaps barren--outcome.
A wee breakdown of my foray into the Second City. Visited Scott's mum in the burbs - for two days one could saunter about in t-shirts and shorts in the 70 degree weather. (Not that I was prepared - demurely clad from neck to the ankles, alas.) Used book shopping - picked up Tom Stoppard's Arcadia, the Norton 2d ed. of Pride & Prejudice (for the essays, natch), and Anne McCaffrey's To Ride Pegasus in hardcover. Spent a day in Lincoln Park and Wicker Park, where we blew money on a ton of used cds, including Radiohead's Kid A, Liz Phair's whitechocolatespacegg, the White Stripes, the newest Suzanne Vega album, some Laura Nyro, Rick James, Rolling Stones, Yvonne Elliman, Ohio Players, the La Boheme soundtrack, Ambrosia - The Essentials, a 2-disc Negativland bootleg. Quirkier purchases included a cover album of Schoolhouse Rock songs, and Scooby Doo Snack Trax, featuring songs that were played during the episodes.
While Scott was at conference I took in my Austen lecture, which was a lovely treat. The lecturer discussed how Austen's heroes, particularly Mr. Darcy, achieve a balance between, well, sense and sensibility. That is, reason and human feeling, particularly the love which they express for their heroines. Neither is emphasized at the expense of the other; happy marriages don't merely depend on love (feeling), but mutual Cialis Super Active respect (reason) as well. Moreover, such relationships are not only beneficial to the lovers themselves, but are a social good as well. Contrast Elizabeth and Darcy or Jane and Bingley with the more egocentric relationships of Lydia and Wickham, Marianne and Willoughby, or Emma and Frank Churchill, who enjoy their personal relationships at the expense of the happiness and prospects, or simply social ease, of the others. Lydia's escaping with Wickham tarnishes her family's honor and further endangers the marriage prospects of her sisters. Wickham's appearance of goodness and Darcy's disdain for social gallantries leads the neighborhood to believe good of the one and ill of the other, but these social feelings are misplaced. Marianne and Willoughby enjoy mean jokes at Colonel Brandon's expense. And Emma entertains Frank with rather cruel fancies about the orphan Jane Fairfax's romantic past. The characters who put their personal enjoyment above the concerns of others ultimately creates social instability. Austen seems to say that those happy marriages borne of love and prudence confer benefits both to the romantic partners as well as to the societies in which they thrive. Such happiness in personal relationships extends to the general feeling or goodwill in society, and therefore promotes social stability.
On Friday after breakfast, we spotted dozens of cops in riot gear - body armor, helmets with face guards, the whole shebang. Scott headed to conference while I decided to see what would cause such a display of force. There was a protest rally on Daley Plaza (by the Calder sculpture), and there Cialis Super Active online seemed to be just as many cops as protesters, maybe more. I walked around a bit, paused to hear some of the speeches, then retreated into the antiquities at the Art Institute of Chicago.
The Chagall windows were gorgeous, especially with the sunlight causing the deep azure to glow. There was a special Himalayan exhibit - just breathtaking. Some discomfiture when I ran into Scott's department head while we were both admiring a statue of Shiva and his consort…well, consorting, but also whilst literally vanquishing their enemies underfoot. (Talk about multitasking, but then they are gods, after all.) Also took in the Impressionist and Modern collections - spent the whole of Friday afternoon there. I was happy to revisit The Tub, a lovely little Degas sculpture.
We also met up with some old college friends of Scott's, who are still hanging out a decade later. One of them had googled Scott to see what had happened to him, and now friendships have been revived. Though I'd just met them, we all seemed at ease with one another, laughing and cracking jokes over pizza and beer.
April 11, 2003
April Showers - Gah!
The flowers better be damned stunning next month. My pants are soaked from knee to ankle, my socks and loafers are currently drying under my desk. My umbrella blew out without warning and has since met its fate in a garbage can in Bryant Park. But hey…while pulling on my socks this morning I realized that my legs are actually quite toned, just from walking to work. Plus I breezily skipped up the long flight of stairs at Penn Station without gasping at the top. Now if only this activity would extend its miraculous benefits to the rest of my figure. Perhaps I should cut back on slathering my crumpets with butter and lemon curd…nah.
Tired. Coming back from vacation, working late, school meetings. Then I have to pile on meeting some folks at the Knitting Factory to go see Vic Chesnutt last night. Yeah, yeah, my life is so hard here in the City.
Which reminds me…. I need to compile a list of things to do whilst I'm still here in New York. So far I've only come up with the more touristy or foodie type things - Statue of Liberty, breakfast at Balthazar, frozen hot chocolate at Serendipity 3. Feel free to offer some suggestions, and I'll post up a list, with strikethroughs to indicate whether or not I've accomplished them.
Oh the Vanity!
Your favorite future librarian just got a nod from LibraryStuff. Thanks, Steven - I shall work on getting an RSS feed going. Now I'd better up the librariana content. [dancing a jig, before restoring some decorum]
A good overview article, entitled "Librarians Make Some Noise Over Patriot Act" appeared in The Washington Post on 4/9. And the New York Times reports that "Republicans Want Terror Law Made Permanent", noting that Orrin Hatch has written a proposal regarding the Patriot Act "that would repeal the sunset provisions and make the law's new powers permanent."
For an administration and political party that believes in less government, they seem to be awfully quick to shred civil liberties.
An easy peasy one.
1. What was the first band you saw in concert?
Crowded House, 1991. Georgia Theater, Athens. Met Paul Hester and Nick Seymour. Swooned.
2. Who is your favorite artist/band now?
Gee. Um. Neil Finn, I guess. [heehee]
3. What's your favorite song?
It's too hard to choose. Let's just say that I adore the Split Enz song "Message to My Girl" (penned by N. Finn).
4. If you could play any instrument, what would it be?
Piano or guitar, maybe violin.
5. If you could meet any musical icon (past or present), who would it be and why?
Cole Porter. I'd love to hear him play a new song he'd be working on, to hang out for wicked repartee over drinks and cigarettes. (Having already met Neil, this is more of a fantastic answer.)
April 12, 2003
High Tea in Space
High Tea in Space
I would be sorely remiss if I did not point you to this demonstration of taking tea in zero gravity. Where are the scones and clotted cream? The cucumber sandwiches?
April 13, 2003
Taxes Without Tears
Hah. Maybe next year. What's wrong with me? I'm college-educated, working towards a master's degree. Yet I put off dealing with anything tax-related and end up trying to do our taxes, which surely can't be that complicated, right before they're due. My brain is about to implode. I'm trying out the form system at Turbo Tax, but it keeps telling me I have errors for items that I already thought I'd saved corrections to. Why won't it register my changes, goddamnit?
I think I'm just going to have to deal with the fecking paper forms. Next year I will need a Fairy Tax Accountant, because I am NOT going to deal with this stupid nerve-wracking bullshit again.
April 14, 2003
Ok, ok, my fit of
Ok, ok, my fit of pique is over. Although it takes twelve times as long, I recommend popping in the VCR or DVD player a lark of a movie, preferably one that you've seen before, whilst doing something as distasteful as taxes. Finished the rest of The Tall Guy, and listened to the audio commentary for the Bridget Jones DVD - naturally I had to look up whenever Colin Firth (ding dong, indeed) had a key moment onscreen. And actually, it seemed the paper forms were easier to follow - just take some time, going step by numbered step, and even yours truly can muddle through.
April 15, 2003
The old man steps out
The old man steps out of his car and shuffles over to fill up the gas. He sports a faded, floppy red hat and wears thick black glasses with coke-bottle lenses. The French flag unfurls across his faded gray sweatshirt; "France" is stenciled over it. Go Grandpa, I silently cheer.
Being intimidated by government forms
Being intimidated by government forms and schedule is no excuse for not claiming credits that will lead to bigger tax refunds. Considering how much tuition is being spent for my MLS, I'd be a nimrod not to claim whatever I can. Fortunately, Scott's more rational eye has looked over my handiwork and made the appropriate corrections. Thanks, sweetie.
April 16, 2003
Back in the Saddle Again
It's been unbelievably gorgeous here in the City. Is Spring, big teasing strumpet that she is, finally, possibly, here at last? The cherry blossoms are blooming near Patience and Fortitude (the lions in front of NYPL), the grass in Bryant Park is a lush, verdant carpet, and though the city's finances are in dire straits, people seem to be in a buoyant mood, casting off blazers and cardigans, soaking up the sun.
Feeling cooped up, I grabbed a sandwich and headed to the park, where I happily discovered that the carousel is now up and running again. I was too shy last summer to ride with all the kiddies, but today I overcame my inhibitions. I bought a ticket for $1.50, climbed up and slung my leg over a blue horse, and whirled around, up and down, in tiny circles to charming carousel music. I'm sure I had a silly grin plastered on my face.
April 17, 2003
April 18, 2003
A sampling of articles and commentary on the destruction of the antiquities and archives in Baghdad.
A quotation from Raid Abdul Ridhar Muhammad, an Iraqi archaeologist:
"A country's identity, its value and civilization resides in its history," he said. "If a country's civilization is looted, as ours has been here, its history ends. Please tell this to President Bush. Please remind him that he promised to liberate the Iraqi people, but that this is not a liberation, this is a humiliation. If we had stayed under the rule of Saddam Hussein, it would have been much better.""Ancient archive lost in Baghdad library blaze" (Oliver Burkeman, The Guardian, April 15, 2003)
Almost nothing remains of the library's archive of tens of thousands of manuscripts, books, and Iraqi newspapers, according to reports from the scene."Library books, letters and priceless documents are set ablaze in final chapter of the sacking of Baghdad" (Robert Fisk, The Independent, April 15, 2003) A first person account of the looting and burning.
For almost a thousand years, Baghdad was the cultural capital of the Arab world, the most literate population in the Middle East. Genghis Khan's grandson burnt the city in the 13th century and, so it was said, the Tigris river ran black with the ink of books. Yesterday, the black ashes of thousands of ancient documents filled the skies of Iraq. Why?
It's taken me a while to think about the destruction of Iraq's cultural heritage. This is the land of Mesopotamia, where civilization began, so the looting and destruction of the museum and library, is just devastating. No, it's not the same as loss of life. But this is a dagger in the heart of a nation, a culture - a culture so primary it belongs to the world. But if our troops could be mustered to surround the Ministry of Oil, then even a small contingent to hold back looters could have been enough to keep people from carting off antiquities. But no - we have cultural barbarians for leaders, who can't imagine that 10,000 years of history means anything. For instance, tablets containing Hammurabi's Code, among the earliest artifacts of a civilization's legal code - gone. Are they destroyed? Did some looter in the frenzy of destruction smash the tablets to bits, or smuggle them out for the black market? We may never find out. So much could have been protected, but no - we couldn't be bothered to anticipate that the outbreak of war would lead to chaos and lawlessness in the streets of Baghdad. So now we have to deal with the aftermath, because who cares about looking out for a nation's cultural patrimony when we've got to make sure Iraqi oil flows into American coffers? So much, irretrievably lost.
April 20, 2003
I'd like to take a moment on this Easter Sunday to give a shout-out to my peeps:
Proof that it's possible to express too much devotion to the trivial - Google has an entire category devoted to Marshmallow Peeps. Offerings include The Lord of the Peeps: Fellowship of the Peep, peep pornography (note: parody site, complete with annoying, but hilarious related pop-ups), dancing peeps as well as peeps in space.
Dr. L. Anne Clyde at the University of Iceland provides a useful primer for weblogs, which includes web articles as well as links to blogs and blogging tools. Full disclosure - the Armoire is included in her listing of sample LIS (library science) weblogs. Thank you, Dr. Clyde!
"Audi-Oh™ is a revolution in stimulation technology for men or women. Sound is converted into infinitely variable pulses of pleasure. Audi-Oh* can use ambient sound, like the music in your favorite club, or direct audio input from devices such as portable CD players, MP3 players, your PC or home audio and video systems. You'll find a million ways to use Audi-Oh!"
Talk about really feeling the music. [via memepool]
I've posted links using AMG, the All Music Guide database, but haven't discussed the site itself as a ready reference tool. At a casual glance it seems to be quite useful - the page's design is visually dynamic, but remains organized and easy to follow. Near the top of the page there is a search field that allows users to search by artist, album, song, style, or label. A user can also click on buttons for major music styles, such as rock, country, jazz, folk, etc. Additionally, the menu options at the left offer links to music styles, music maps (which trace the family tree of certain styles), articles, a glossary, and AMG's series of print music guides and CDs. In the main body of the home page, users can click directly on thumbnails of new album releases for information. AMG also offers a daily featured musical style that provides users a brief introduction to the major artists and albums pertaining to that style. One of their recent featured styles was New Zealand (Kiwi) Rock.
Unsurprisingly, I generated a search on Neil Finn. As you can see from the results, there are various category listings pertaining to the artist, including tones to describe the overall quality of his music. A photo and brief musical biography are provided, with appropriate links embedded in the text. Other neat features include Related Artists, with links to similar musicians or collaborators, as well as an Artist Browser, which allows users to mouse over style preferences to generate other artists with different qualities, such as Daniel Lanois under the quality of "more Elaborate, Sophisticated." Discography information is naturally available as well.
Clicking on a link for an individual album, such as that for One All, provides bibliographic details - including a listing of the information in MARC format (for the non-librarians, this is the format in which books, CDs, etc. are cataloged for use in library catalogs)! A review of the album, track listings and album credits follow, all linked to information, when available, in the database. An interactive feature is the Music Expert Check, which allows a user to suggest what tones better describe the album's style, which may then be incorporated into the database.
The site is professionally maintained and there is a dedicated staff which continually updates the database material. Database statistics are even available. Additionally, users can click on a link that lets them provide corrections or additional material that will be reviewed and potentially added to the database. What's nice about the All Music Guide is that it's an quality information resource and not simply a commercial site devoted to pushing media sales.
But Did She Consult a Librarian?
Madonna is going to write a series of children's books, based on the Kabbalah. She explains why she's becoming a children's author:
She said she realised there was an opportunity when reading stories to her first child, daughter Lourdes, adding: "Now I'm starting to read to my son, but I couldn't believe how vapid and vacant and empty all the stories were.
"There were like no lessons, just all about princesses and like the beautiful prince arrives and he takes her for his wife and nothing happens, no efforts are made. Nobody asks her what her opinion is, or I didn't see anybody struggling for things. There's like no books about anything."
So Madge, did you just determine this on your own whilst reading to little Lourdes? Did you even bother getting recommendations from an information professional, such as any number of the librarians at NYPL? [via Out of Ambit]
April 22, 2003
You know that April is National Poetry Month, right? So how sad is it that among the artifacts that were looted or destroyed include the Sippar Library, a collection of Babylonian tablets discovered in the 1980s. Among these cuneiform tablets, not yet fully examined or translated, were previously missing portions of the epic poem Gilgamesh, the world's earliest known literary work ("Missing: A Vase, a Book, a Bird and 10,000 Years of History," Adam Goodheart, 4/20/03, NYTimes).
Heading downtown shortly and meeting
Heading downtown shortly and meeting up with Mike to see Suzanne Vega. She's doing an in-store performance and will be signing copies of RetroSpective, a best-of album which also includes some sountrack cuts and a live track.
I've been a fan of hers since the sixth grade, when I saw her video for "Marlene on the Wall" on the local UHF channel when I lived in Queens. My first independent record purchase Cialis Super Active was a cassette copy of Solitude Standing. After that I wanted to be a girl with a guitar, setting poetry to music and wearing red lipstick. (I have been known to write poetry and occasionally wear the lipstick, but that's about it these days.) I've only seen her once, on the 99.9 degrees tour, and that was at the Roxy in Atlanta. She plays the Bowery Ballroom May 28. I better look into it!
April 24, 2003
Ode to My Deli Guy
I have a certain flight path on the way to work. Up Seventh Avenue, head east on 41st, walk through Bryant Park, passing by the sculpture of Gertrude Stein. Walk around the front Cialis Super Active of the library, glancing hellos at Patience & Fortitude, continue along 41st. Crossing Park Ave., I turn north and make a beeline for my deli, which is a few strides from the corner.
Deli Guy knows me on sight. He knows I want a garlic bagel, toasted, with plain cream cheese. Once he sees me and confirms this, I go and pay my $1.08 (which anybody knows is a steal), and come back with my brown paper bag, waiting for my order. He passes it to me, I sweetly say "thank you" and I'm on my way to the office.
Sometimes I go there for lunch, and Deli Guy knows what I want - genoa salami, muenster and onions on a roll, with mayo. When I do this on the same day that I get my bagel, it's a little embarrassing, but obviously not enough to deter me.
My deli is currently closed for renovation, and in the small scheme of things, it's rather like an earthquake. There are literally dozens of places within a few blocks of me that theoretically offer sustenance at various times of the day, yet I have had the damnedest time finding a place that can offer me a toasted garlic bagel with plain cream cheese. I have now tried six different places, only two of which offer garlic bagels. One, a bakery, won't toast them, I guess because they're so fresh. $1.50 and you can't toast my bagel, what the hell? The sixth place, a Delmonico's on Lex, does offer garlic bagels - H&H even (reputed as the best in NYC, although everybody naturally has their opinion). Finally, bliss, right? I thought I was imagining it, that maybe it was a fluke, but no - for the past three mornings I've been given an onion bagel instead of a garlic one. I don't find this out until I get to my desk, and by then I have neither the time nor inclination to go back outside and deal with this.
Now obviously I shouldn't have let it get to the third morning, but I don't want to be the archetypal in-your-face New Yorker. But why should I have to deal with this? Why can't the guy behind the counter tell the difference between an onion and garlic bagel? Am I going to have to check my order before I pay for it - or worse, ask to inspect my bagel before he even toasts it? I would rather find another place, except that I don't want to venture too far from the office and I shouldn't have to go to six places to find my bagel, goddamnit.
But what I really, really want is for my deli to reopen, and my Deli Guy to return. Is that too much for a girl to ask?
Viva La Vega
So I zipped downtown Tuesday night for Suzanne Vega's in-store at the Virgin on Union Square. Earlier in the day I picked up my pre-ordered copy of RetroSpective as well as the laminated pass I'd need to get into the performance/signing. On the way in, Mike and I passed a window through which we could see Suzanne being interviewed on camera. We ventured into the cafe area and took a spot by the far wall - all the seats were taken, but we had a nice, unobtrusive spot down front.
Suzanne looked cool - long bangs, wispy, shoulder-length red-brown hair. She wore a long black coat, black pants, and black and white high-tops. A glowing luminous smile as she took to the mike and bowed graciously as we whooped and clapped. She asked us what we wanted to hear, and fielded a request for "Gypsy," a song she wrote when she was seventeen. I was thrilled to hear it - it's one of my favorites. To my surprise, I found myself surreptitiously flicking away some happy tears. Since it was just Suzanne and her acoustic, she didn't really play what she called the "noisy songs." She played other favorites, such as the luscious "Caramel," "In Liverpool," and "Neighborhood Girls." At one point she asked, "You don't really want to hear "Luka" right?" but there seemed to be an inclination for it. She must be so sick of that song - I mean, it was a huge hit for her, and I like it, but even I'm tired of the song about a little boy and the way he's coping with child abuse. But she played it for the crowd nonetheless.
She mentioned how she still lives here and still rides the subway. She said she'll be sitting down and some guy will be standing, leaning over her, pretending to study the map, and suddenly he'll start whistling "Tom's Diner." Which is maybe cute for 10 seconds but because he's not looking at her, not officially acknowledging her, she feels she can't say, "Okay, that's enough now," I guess without bringing more attention to herself. Jeez - how utterly obnoxious. "Tom's Diner" was the finale, for which she set down her guitar and sang a cappella. She teased us for being her quietest New York audience (although there were loud cheers and clapping between songs), as a small contingent did the "do do dos" - I'd rather have heard Suzanne, but I guess it's become a singalong now.
While waiting in line for the signing, we were getting our CDs ready. [Hint, as passed down to me by more experienced autograph hounds: Open the case, pull out the liner notes and slide it back in with the cover facing you as you open up the CD case. That way, the person can just open up the case and sign, instead of having to pull out the notes herself - extra work and aggravation, especially if you're trying to catch her at the stage door or something.] One of the people filming the in-store suddenly shows up and is aiming his camera at Mike's hands as he's getting his CD ready. Ugh. I don't want to end up on camera in any way, looking like a superdork fan. Hopefully that's all the camera guy got - the shot of the CD cover.
So we get to the table, and it's just Suzanne sitting alone at the table. She seemed quiet and contained, a little stiff - maybe she's just sorta shy, I guess. I didn't get all superfan on her, I guess only Neil brings out my jitters. We just asked her to sign our CD covers and our passes, thanked her, and headed out.
Hurrah! I now have tickets to see her at the Bowery Ballroom next month. Fortunately I'll be able to drag Mike with me for company.
Looks like May is filling up for me. May 16 - the latest and greatest Blogger Bash.
If You Got It, Flaunt It. Otherwise, Fake It
Do you ever feel like the intellectual/cultural dolt when you go out to the bar or meet up at parties, as people debate the brilliance of Matthew Barney or Jonathan Franzen, or discuss how the White Stripes or the Raveonettes are reinventing rock music (again)? Or you ask yourself while smiling faux-knowingly, what the hell is a Fischerspooner?
Now there's help for those who want to up their hipster or intelligentsia quotient: Theory Trading Cards! Brush up on Lacan, Foucault, and Girl Power! Drop lit-crit and other references with a perfectly groomed, perfectly arched brow! Then duck out for a nicotine fix (whether you smoke or not) and flip feverishly through your cards to see how else you can impress your new acquaintances with your remarkable erudition.
Full disclosure: I admit it, I'm a snarky girl. But I won't pretend that I can expound upon any of the names I've just dropped above. Well, maybe I know a little too much about Girl Power. Does that make you feel better?
April 27, 2003
Under the Knife
I think I've finally managed to properly install Movable Type and will be making the switch ffrom Blogger. Blogger's served me well, but I'm ready to move on. Hopefully this shouldn't affect what you see here, except for the better. In layperson terms, what I'm doing is switching publishing tools - MT should be more stable and provide more options, such as a comments utility, which means that you'll actually be able to read people's comments from beyond 3 months ago. Now I just need to figure out why I can't seem to find "Weblog Config" in my MT menu. Gah!
Maybe if I'd just waited long enough for TypePad to emerge, I wouldn't have to be split across a separate host and publishing tool; there's something to be said for being behind the curve. But Lady Crumpet doesn't have such patience and would rather slog along, tinkering and going mad with the intricacies of self-installation, rather than pay MT the $20 or so to have them install it.
In the midst of migration to Movable Type. Hang tight, and wish me luck.
There are more important things to work on, such as cleaning up all these entries. Or hey, maybe my studies. Or dishes, or laundry, etc., etc. But no, I'm obsessing right now as to why I can't import my YACCS comments. I've attempted the instructions as Phil R. lays them out, but am failing miserably. Can anyone help?
April 28, 2003
Cue theme from "Chariots of Fire." Lady Crumpet, having successfully imported both her Blogger entries and her readers' comments from YACCS, congratulates herself with mental somersaults. Aside from the fact that she is quite incapable of actual somersaults, she is also at the office, where such spontaneous outbursts are rather frowned upon. She shall content herself with one of the free brownies baked by one of the secretaries, and stroll a genteel victory lap around the library.
Phil Ringnalda's instructions DO work. One has to run the PHP script from an appropriate directory - preferably one that is NOT contained in one's cgi-bin, as certain silly girls attempted. But then sleeping on the problem, rather than burning the midnight oil in frustration, often reveals simple errors the next day.
Now that my content has been brought over, the next step is to restore the Armoire to its former prissy glory. And clean up my entries. And assign them to categories. And so on and so on.
April 30, 2003
Boring techie update
Ok, so I'm not as cool as I thought. Somehow only a portion of my comments have imported, and I managed to do that twice, so there are duplicative comments which I'll have to remove, entry by entry. And then I'll need to import the remainder, which I hope I can manage. Gah!
Lady C, Librarian/Rocker Chick
Regular readers of the Armoire may recall that I said something about getting a haircut. I had to reschedule for this Saturday because Sherry was called away to a movie set or something. Well, I found out over the weekend Sherry was once again going to be away, so I decided to get someone else at Kropps & Bobbers to chop my hair last night after work.
So I did it, or rather Marjie did it. And the results? I'm now the librarian equivalent of Suzi Quatro - aka Leather Tuscadero for those of you who might actually have watched Happy Days. It's much lighter with all the layering now. Longest underneath, shorter, choppier layers on top, and bangs. Marjie cut my hair to take advantage of its natural wave - and once more, it air-dries beautifully so I don't have to do a thing to it. I can spritz some stuff to create more texture, more piecey-ness. It's so cool - in fact, my hair is now cooler than I am.
You Take the Good, You Take the Bad & the Ugly
The Good: So a couple of weeks ago I read in the Times about a falconer in Bryant Park ("In Bryant Park, Hawks Are Circling and the Pigeons Are Nervous," Robert Worth, Metro 4/17/03). The falconer was there with his Harris hawks on a trial basis, to see if the mere presence of the hawks would deter the pigeons from congregating in the park.
Later that week, I spot the falconer in the park, and I'm so excited to see the hawk perched on his arm that I shed my shyness to talk to him. The larger female, who also happened to be the better hunter (although hunting pigeons was not part of the program) was just amazing to look at - a stunning, powerful creature. The male, Starbuck, was up in the trees, surveying the landscape. Apparently whatever pigeons were around were up in the trees on a level with Starbuck - other birds have no interest in being beneath a hawk, because then the hawk has the upper advantage in hunting the other birds. Another thing I learned from the article is that a hawk resides around the "M" of the Met Life building - isn't that amazing?
The Bad & The Ugly: So I'm on my commuter train last night, minding my own business. Checking out with amusement my fantabulous haircut in the reflection of the window now and then.
A few stops from home, the population in my car has dwindled, but there are still plenty of people around who will be getting off at the last stop. At one point I happen to glance up at random. Across the aisle, one row up from mine, I spot an old man, busy with himself in hand.
Omigod. Sputtering, stunned, I'm looking around in a blind panic. I grab my things and head to the other end of the car, sitting for a moment, but that's not good enough - I walk between cars and go sit on the other end of the next car, safely surrounded by more people. I don't see a conductor, otherwise I'd say something. We're also so close to my home station, and I don't want the conductor to make me point out the old pervy bastard.
Ugh. My skin crawls just remembering.