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♥ "I always like having a book banned. It shows someone has read it." -E. B. White

♥ "If that's your girl, better watch your back..." -SexyBack

♥ "Maybe I'm spending too much of my time starting up clubs and putting on plays. I should probably be trying harder to score chicks." -Max, Rushmore

♥ "I dreamed I was dreaming,/As I so often do/and when I awoke,/I was sure it was true..." -Stars

Deletia: Committing to excellence.
Friday, December 8, 2006 @ 09:58 a.m.

Just for fun: here is the crest I created for the fake elementary school I also created for my giant facilities planning project which I am now DONE.


I love how silly fakeness and real cheeziness are often basically the same thing.

I was originally going to call it "Leonard Cohen Elementary School" but I thought I might be crossing some kind of silliness line, inappropriate for work at the graduate level.

I will be finished my Hogarth Press paper today and I will be finished my Practicum tomorrow and then, on Saturday at approximately 4:45, I will be FINISHED EVERYTHING. And then I will play World of Warcraft for 5 or 6 hours. And do dishes, and make craft, and phone my friends maybe. I might even go crazy and archive my webpage!

Right at this moment, in spite of my headache and terrible term-paper-writing hair and the fact that I have basically eaten nothing but leftover pizza for three days, I feel like meeting the future.

At the end of every term, I am always suprised to find that I have survived.

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Wednesday, December 6, 2006 @ 11:53 a.m.

One's personality seems to echo out across space, when he's not there to enclose all one's vibrations. This is not very intelligibly written; but the feeling itself is a strange one--as if marriage were a completing of the instrument, and the sound of one alone penetrates as it if were a violin robbed of its orchestra or piano.
-Virginia Woolf, Diary, Friday 2 November 1917
A Moment's Liberty: The Shorter Diary of Virginina Woolf. Anne Olivier Bell, Ed.

In the absence of Armed Servies Editions I am having to occupy myself with the Hogarth Press and school library facilities planning.

Oh dear.

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My baby don't mess around...
Sunday, December 3, 2006 @ 10:33 p.m.

I just discovered that the hunger site has a gift store! This combines two of my favourite things: being a bleeding-heart liberal, and Christmas shopping. I have already broken my Christmas promise not to mall-shop. It's a losing battle. Or, depending on whether you are a good or bad speller, a loosing battle.

I also like It may seem obvious, but I think it works, because I wanted almost everything in the "Women > Hipster" category. I am always glad when websites acknowledge the fact that not all women want perfume and bubble bath for Christmas. (Not that I don't want those things... but I would rather have books. Or yarn! Or a button-making machine! Or iTunes gift certificates! Or sushi plates! Or jewelry made from the keys of typewriters! Or those Belgian chocolates that are shaped like seashells. Or a multitude of other things.)

Finally, I find cool things to buy people every time I visit the Mighty Goods shopping blog. Now that my parents live in the United States, I order things on the internet with reckless abandon and have them shipped to them! They are like my biologically-related overseas post office box.

I don't know why I love Christmas shopping so much. Apparently some people find it stressful! Can you imagine?

I am working on a proposal to develop a strategic plan. Do you know what that means? Me, neither. But I did have to make an organizational chart, and of course, I used Microsoft Paint. No matter where I go, I know where I come from. The symbolic free-software Bronx.

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Kind of like the Pulitzer Prize...
Friday, December 1, 2006 @ 05:04 p.m.

Iain Hollingshead is the winner of this year's Literary Review Bad Sex in Fiction Award for his novel Twenty Something. But at least he's not beating himself up about it too much, poor fellow.

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she don't fade
Thursday, November 30, 2006 @ 11:37 a.m.

"No one can claim that he has observed everything at first hand or learned all that there is to know. Let each say frankly what he has to say; the truth will be born from these converging sincerities."
-Marc Bloch, The Strange Defeat

This is the epigraph of one of my ASE books, published in 1950. So postmodern!

I suddenly started singing the Mary Lou Lord song Camden Town Rain, which I haven't heard for years:

and i was sleepin' on some bus while she was
sleeping in your arms.
she's got Four Seasons and Hyatts,
while all i got at daybreak
was a view from a greyhound.
and there's nothing left to say
and there's nothing left to do
but keep in mind, from time to time,
i'll always think the world of you.
-mary lou lord

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so much worse than this
Tuesday, November 28, 2006 @ 10:34 a.m.

Recently: BSG, level 38 in Warcraft (plus 24 for my sister, in like one week), children's books, boxes for Santas Anonymous, a fridge gradually filling up with other people's beer, Christmas shopping, -35 degrees, jelly beans, chopsticks from the dollar store. TROUBLE SLEEPING. Wasting time.

I listen to my music with headphones so as not to disturb my neighbours, but I suspect the positive effect is lost when I SING. But I can't help it. Justin Timberlake is bringing sexy back, and I'm helping!

I am going to write a wikipedia article about Armed Services Editions today, and then I am going to put the URL on my handout for my presentation. Haha.

[Edited @ 2:26:]

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Sunday, November 26, 2006 @ 09:07 a.m.

One further note in regards to my war paperbacks presentation: it is blessed. Seriously. In addition to my newspapers online and obscure books on hold, John Y. Cole (former librarian of Congress)'s book on the subject, "Books In Action," is available ONLINE. I was getting all snippy because I couldn't find a local library that had a copy, and then I found out the whole WORLD has a copy.

If this presentation doesn't rock, it won't be because all the resources to prepare it were not dropped into my lap.

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I could write term papers for fun, or go backpacking across Europe.
Friday, November 24, 2006 @ 12:27 p.m.

It's so cold, the kind of cold that makes you feel you will never be warm again. Every day, the two block-walk between my house and the LRT station bring tears to my eyes. Except we all enjoy this cold, in some sense, because it gives us something to mobilize around. Like a war.

Last night, Meghan and I rented the movie River Wild, which was surprisingly enjoyable. Not good, exactly, but enjoyable. Some of the dialogue was deleriously bad. There was a dog performing acts of heroism which reminded me of Toby. There was also, in a Spielbergian twist, the symbolic rehabilitation of the father! We all know how excited I get about that particular trope.

The other movie I saw recently, the new James Bond movie, was surprisingly good as well. I liked the grisliness, and the grittiness, of it, and of Daniel Craig as James Bond. He doesn't have quite the same debonair refinement, but I think that's good, because I'm not sure how many of us were buying that routine anyway. And I like the idea that in order to become this merciless, superefficient, and stylish killing machine, a certain amount of emotional cauterization has to happen. This movie hinted at something I have always suspected, which is that James Bond is a sociopath who happens to be on the right side of the law.

Also, I want a grommet-making machine for Christmas. Then I could put grommets in EVERYTHING.

The computers at my school have all these dumb programs that no one needs to use, like Paintshop and Adobe Acrobat and databse programs, but do they have anything useful, like Warcraft? NO. So on my lunchbreak I have NOTHING TO DO.

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A shout out to my librarian peeps
Tuesday, November 21, 2006 @ 01:42 p.m.

For my war paperbacks project, I need to read a newspaper article from the Saturday Evening Post in June, 1945. I was bracing myself for more exciting forays into microfilm, but instead, I found out it's ONLINE. I just downloaded a freakin' PDF of "What the G.I. Reads."

And an obscure book I want called "Books for the Army," published in 1950, is at the book and record depository, a mere electronic hold and 2 working days away. Not quite PDF, but pretty hot just the same.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love librarians, the internet, a university with a first-class research library, and sweet life itself?

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"Apparently, this is my first entry in two years." -Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Monday, November 20, 2006 @ 06:19 p.m.


I'm L37 now, so that's really good. Time well spent, there. I gained two levels over the past couple days and I'm pretty proud of that.

I am working on a presentation for my History of the Book class right now about war paperbacks, these special editions of books that were published, primarily during the two World Wars, for soldiers. They are an interesting combination of text and context. (Wow, that sounded good eh? I just made that up, can you believe it?)

This leads me to my next point, which is that my book history class has really made me want to collect books myself (I mean really collect them, not just buy them randomly from amazon), but obviously I can hardly afford to throw money around, Henry Huntington-style, and hope that something coherent comes of it. So I was thinking I might like to start collecting these books. They're relatively cheap, because they're from the 20th century, so that's a good start. (I mean, I'm not going to start a book collection with books of hours, now am I?) And they come from the intersection of literature, pop culture and ideology, which is where I like to hang out myself. So if anyone wants to buy me some, I'll be delighted! They are called "Armed Services Editions," Dell War Paperbacks, and Overseas Editions. This place has a big stack of them.

The Dell War Paperbacks had the following printed on their dust jackets:

"BOOKS ARE WEAPONS--in a free democracy everyone may read what he likes. Books educate, inform, inspire; they also provide entertainment, bolster morale. This book has been manufactured in conformity with wartime restrictions-read it and pass it on. Our armed forces especially need books-you may give them to your nearest U.S.O. office, leave them at your public library, or send them direct to Commanding General, 4th Corps Army Headquarters, Atlanta, GA., marked 'For Army Libraries.'"

The Chicago Public Library's Victory Book Campaign collected five million books for soldiers overseas. [Books Go To War]

Speaking of book collecting, I have been reading Nicholas Basbanes' A Gentle Madness since last Christmas. My goal for this Christmas is to finish it. It is pretty long, but not, like, one-year-to-read long.

Everyone in my family is obsessed with the TV show House, and I have to say, I'm mystified. Yes, we get it! He's a jerk! I can imagine the pitch meeting where this idea was thought up. "OK, so we have this idea for a TV show... there's this guy... he's a doctor... and he's tortured and complex and really mean to everyone around him! And medical stuff happens. Sometimes he looks at X-Rays." Sold.

What else is going on? I have no idea.

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Thursday, November 16, 2006 @ 12:57 p.m.

This old Onion article is hilarious.

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I'm feeling so, so emo.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006 @ 09:36 p.m.

Just play this one out until it explodes into a thousand tiny pieces
What's your story, universe, you are melody in numbers
You are shapes, you are rhythms, there are signs that we can learn
To place over the heavens, to predict how long we’ll burn

How long will I last, can I turn up the heat
What star am I circling, what's circling me
Now my ebb and my flow, my lack of control
Turning on, turning off
Saying yes, but playing no

-Thousand Tiny Pieces, The Be Good Tanyas

MY WARCRAFT SERVER IS DOWN. I feel like a sad, sad, strung-out junkie. Actually, to be even more specific, I feel like a sad, sad, strung-out, hungry junkie, but that's neither here nor there.

My attempts to make a lampshade out of the map pieces from the National Geographic Global Pursuit game were consummately unsuccessful. Stupid five-sided shapes-- it's hard to make things out of them! Pentagons are not good for ANY KIND of cardboard construction project.

Time seems to be going by so slowly. On the other hand, all these days went by and I can't account for them. I feel like I've been inside forever.

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In which I try to talk about art
Friday, November 10, 2006 @ 05:02 p.m.

I'm reading Toni Schlesinger's Five Flights Up And Other New York Apartment Stories which is so engrossing, plus, conveniently each column is approximately two pages including pictures! Very easy to digest. The people she interviews for this book are so quirky, it's like they stepped right out of some fantasy Wes Anderson/John Irving performance art project. In fact, "quirky" doesn't cover it: these people are eccentric, unconventional, strange, bizarre, peculiar, outlandish, and zany. "Weird," even. I don't want it for Christmas, because I already have it, but you should buy it for someone else. Anyone, really, doesn't matter to me. Here to help!

Another recent discovery: American artist William Bradley, who designed these beautiful turn-of-the-century posters and advertisements. We had a presentation partly concerning him today. (Side-note: library school is weird for this. We learn all this obscure information, that, really, no one has any need for; but because it seems so central to the whole library school experience, the fact that we didn't know it before is unthinkable. As in, I had never even heard of William Bradley? Why did I think I was well-informed?) Anyway, his art looks a little like that ubiquitous dorm-room Toulouse-Lautrec type stuff only, obviously, less ubiquitous and therefore subtler.

Speaking of subtlety: has posters of his work. Some of them are surprisingly tacky though. Maybe there is more than one William H. Bradley.

I always find Wikipedia's disambiguation pages engrossing, and also, I like the word "disambiguation." Made-up word? Discuss.

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Thursday, November 9, 2006 @ 02:15 p.m.

I have a headache, which I think is caused by a combination of too much staring at the computer screen and too much downstairs guy screaming (he was quiet for weeks, I thought he was dead, but no) and not enough fruit, probably. I'm going to take a shower. Of course, my bathroom is even closer to the screaming guy's screaming... and, as of today, thumping. Hopefully that is the sound of him hitting the closet door with his head.

Recently good: Housekeeping Vs. The Dirt, Number the Stars, the American election.
Recently Bad: Running with Scissors, Marie Antionette.
all consuming!

No one wants to buy the things I make, either in World of Warcraft in the auction house or in real life on Etsy. I am boycotting capitalism until further notice.

My upstairs neighbours have the more abominable taste in music. It's Sad FM 24 hours a day now.

I might, possibly, be a misanthrope.

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Look what I made!
Wednesday, November 8, 2006 @ 02:46 p.m.


That's right, I cut up books now. Get used to it. I made Jane Austen and Dostoevsky into iPod cases. (Potentially, you could also use them to hide things... like your drugs.)
legal despoiler

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Put Sufjan Stevens On
Wednesday, November 8, 2006 @ 10:04 a.m.

Sample Song Titles From Some Of Sufjan Stevens' Upcoming Albums In His "50 State" Series

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Local girl makes good
Monday, November 6, 2006 @ 08:25 p.m.

OK, so, I am treading well into geek territory here but... what else is new? In the episode of Angel Smile Time, Angel was turned into a very cute puppet through some evil magics. And now, I am happy to say, you can own an Angel puppet of your very own. My favourite aspect of Angel-as-puppet is the super-scowly eyebrows.

Engaged in secret Christmas craft projects. Ahem, I am going to need Mod Podge and some pantyhose. Back later.

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An un-posed photo of my fridge, carefully calculated to elicit sympathy and dinner invitations
Monday, November 6, 2006 @ 12:32 p.m.

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I'm not going to eat that yogurt. My dad bought it while he was here. So really, the yogurt is just to prevent the calling of Social Services. If in fact Social Services have any interest in the fridges of students over the age of 18, which seems unlikely.

You can't really see it in the picture, but there is some broccoli in the crisper drawer, though.

fridge haiku
I could cook something
if i had ingredients
besides margarine.

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This is why I pay Readymade the big bucks.
Saturday, November 4, 2006 @ 09:29 a.m.

"When you have some wine left over in a bottle, after a party or meal, pour it in to ice cube trays and freeze it. Next time you are cooking and need a splash of wine, simply pop in a wine cube, without the need to open a fresh bottle." wine cubes!

I am starting to think about my Christmas crafting. Does anyone (who thinks they are getting a present from me, or who would like one) have any requests? I will knit, sew, decoupage, or glue-gun. Like, I could make my parents wine cubes, but how would they transport them back to Seattle after Christmas? That idea is going on the "maybe" list. I will also, probably, be knitting a batch of cozy, 2nd-generation scarves. To give to all the people who got sad, lopsided, first-generation scarves when I first learned to knit.

Now I'm starting to think of other common cooking ingredients you could put in frozen-cube-format. (a) tomatoes (b) fresh garlic and olive oil (c) chicken broth (d) cream... oh my goodness. I need ice cube trays. To the Ikea-mobile!

Actually I retract the olive oil one. That sounds like a bad idea. That's going on the "maybe" list, as well. (The "maybe" list is full of bad ideas today!)

Courtney informs me that she did all her Christmas shopping, already, on etsy. If anyone else is attempting this feat of savvy shopping, may I suggest [not a cleverly placed ad for my etsy store, but rather a list of etsy stores i would enjoy getting presents from]:

I will once again be following my new Christmas shopping rule from last year: no shopping in malls. Big box stores are occasionally OK [only because they're unavoidable] but if I get it from a mall, it's cheating. This is for all our sakes.

We're playing an instance in WOW this morning (which is like a big dungeon, only there's no other players there besides your own group) and I'm the healer. You know what that means: If I screw up, people die. (I enjoy the self-importance of this statement and make it as often as possible.)

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3-sentence reviews
Wednesday, November 1, 2006 @ 11:10 p.m.

Running With Scissors: Like The Royal Tennenbaums only less coherent and less sympathetic. Too much forced wackiness. We walked out of the theatre--which almost NEVER happens.

The Tulip Touch: I am on a "bad girls" young adult fiction spree. This one was pretty good--nuanced, engrossing, and dark. Now I'm reading Cynthia Voigt's Bad Girls.

My Life [like, my actual life--this is not the title of something in spite of the confusing italics]: Ok-to-middling. I've been avoiding a lot of responsibilities lately, and maybe it's time to get back in the game. But I've never been good at motivating myself to participate in things I'm not 100% engaged with.

Bonus Review: CSI Season 5 [in three words]: Contrived. Comforting. Science!

I got to make up a new allconsuming tag for abovementioned YA spree: "bad girls". Jacqueline Wilson is next, but I'm looking for more! The patriarchy, as written for 11-year-olds--fascinating. Plus, if I ever have any problem girls of my own I am intervention-ready.

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1 more strike and Zach Braff is out.
Monday, October 30, 2006 @ 08:48 p.m.

  1. Bad grammar on personal website: "Can you imagine the day you're having if you're plane crashes into the water and your life preserver doesn't inflate when you pull the string?!" Clearly he knows the difference between "your" and "you're," so this is just laziness.
  2. The Last Kiss was ingratiating and contrived. Enough with the delightfully wacky, whimsical wide-eyed girls, already! We get it!

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The 1000th song and the 1950th word
Monday, October 30, 2006 @ 08:27 p.m.

Or: two pictures that say 1,950 words, roughly, combined



If only I could count the songs as words.

My dad is staying with me, and I can tell because there are little piles of change everywhere. I had forgotten this aspect of my dad. He's lucky I'm so honest. I probably could have made in pure profit by now.

This paper, by the way, is about leadership for library and information studies, and I think I can safely say that it is the boringest paper I have written all semester. And maybe ever. Does my computer look bored in that screenshot? Yeah. Exactly. My computer is like, "Jocelyn, can we play World of Warcraft? Just for a few minutes? Pleeeeeease?" and every once in awhile I have to give in.

I am looking for people to tell about my new paladin spell. So far only 50% of the people I have talked to (ahem.... to whom I have talked? Sorry everyone) about it have been excited/impressed. It HEALS ME WHEN I HIT THINGS. Hello!

Oh yeah, the Dandy Warhols are one of my new favourite bands. The others are Rilo Kiley, Snow Patrol (well, for awhile now) and the Cure. Dear The Cure: it's still you.

So far, I report with complete incredulity, no one has played National Geographic: Global Pursuit with me. No one even seems that excited about it. Boy, Global Pursuit, my new paladin spell, my leadership paper.... the list of things no one else is interested in is growing. (Although the last one of those doesn't interest me either, so I hardly blame you, internet.)

Someone found this page by searching for Neil Postman poster. Dude, if they had that, I would be right there with you. I would be all over that action. I would put the Neil Postman/ster in the hallway, so it wouldn't have to look at the TV. And I would write songs to/for the Neil Postman/ster, like [to the tune of "Mandy"] "Oh Neil-y... you came and you taught me to be cynical.../You came and you wrote without flinching..."

Fun fact: 80% of my made-up songs are to the tune of "Mandy."

But I sent you away, oh Neil-y.

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Things You Can Buy For Less Than Five Dollars [Part Infinity]
Thursday, October 26, 2006 @ 09:20 a.m.

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Big plastic letters to practice your spelling, or write lines from Bright Eyes songs on your fridge (although they came from the dollar store, so the letter distrubution is a bit off)

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National Geographic Global Pursuit game (world map missing; all other parts intact). Clearly an exciting party game which only the coolest people will want to play.

My whole apartment is like a nexus of fun.


New stuff in my etsy store. Buttons made from old encyclopedias! Make your own life a nexus of fun--by purchasing items!

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The future is scary.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006 @ 10:50 a.m.

Seriously. RFID credit cards? Whose genius idea was that?

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Warning: this entry contains ridiculous, obviously fabricated compound words
Monday, October 23, 2006 @ 10:23 p.m.

If I had any money (which I don't) and I didn't need to spend it on books or groceries (which I do) then I would buy some jewelry from fancy and/or small things. I would also probably like receiving these types of things as gifts. Or engagement rings.

Speaking of reasons why people might want to marry me, I am sort of handy, or at least, not not-handy. Photo documentation of my ongoing epic struggle with my kitchen sink:

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I used a pipe wrench to take the sink apart. The water that came out was pretty much the most disgusting thing I've ever seen in my (relatively sheltered) life. My sister borrowed the wrench for me from a friend of hers' dad. Young single women may not have pipe wrenches of their own, but dads always have them, and that is a fact of life. Even a dad lost in the wilderness will have a pipe wrench. In fact, they are issued by hospitals, whenever a couple gives birth to their first child.

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I eviscerated the sink. I'm not sure if I really accomplished anything, but it made me feel better. I will display this trap as a trophy in my Great Hall after I have it stuffed (by a professional taxi-plumbi-dermist of course--a lady, as I obviously am, never stuffs her own pipes). And after I buy a house with a Great Hall.

I can do dishes again, with a garbage pail under the sink to collect the water. Some people would see this as a lacklustre solution, but I would say that right now things are the best they've been for a long time.

Courtney's pet leopard in World of Warcraft is named Spotticus. I think we should all just take a moment and appreciate that.

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