A good woman with a fascination for words that run off the tip of her brain. Maybe sometimes the tongue.
Current MLIS student in the great north east coast! Postings about thoughts, sex, paintings, ideas, library things, and all things that make my fan heart gush.
I am so uncomfortable with how evil my character in ME3 looks. I hate enjoying being so bad, because it makes me feel like I might be making some kind of mistake and enjoy being bad in real life too.
Every morning my husband usually gets up to use the restroom and then crawls back into bed. He is so tiny guys, I can see his ribs and is super skinny. He even eats larger portions than I do and the same food- and yet. Because he’ so skinny he doesn’t hold onto any of the heat that he generates for long. He used to wake me up by coming back to bed in the morning and like a missile with a heat seeking device, come and suck up all the warmth out of my body. But now I have an abundance of heat in the morning and no one to take it off my hands. What a bummer.
However, now we don’t fight over the blankets. Silver lining guys. Silver lining.
10
September
Going through my books. Ouch, my heart!
I made 4 piles:
Donate Read Before Donating Keep Miscellaneous (Books I know I can sell, and one needs to be fixed)
Having done this 5 and 2 years ago, I feel like I’ve become a master. I’ve said goodbye to a lot of things, although never on this level. If you want to have some real thoughts about what your life looks like and means to you, go work on a raspberry farm and clean out your house until it fits into a few pieces of luggage.
Oh yeah, I’m working with a friend for a few days picking raspberries. We get paid $1 per box we fill. You know those green ones you find at framer markets with large slit holes on the bottom. It’s calm, and while it’s not a lot it just makes me feel a little bit better for having gotten outside, and listening to Caustic Soda podcast or audio books. The orchard overlooks this lovely valley and I can remember just to breathe and really feel what I’m doing with my hands. It doesn’t make nearly as much money as what I used to sitting for 7 hours a day under a fumehood in a windowless room sorting valuable historical photographs- but I certainly feel content at the end of the day. It also makes me really consider and understand farmhand wages. I wonder what it’s like elsewhere or what kind of life you can live when you pick all day just for enough to buy a pizza with. Love the fact that I can do this though for some extra pocket money while I’m still here!
‘Wayang’ (a Javanese word for ‘shadow’) is a traditional Indonesian form of theatre. ‘Wayang’ could refer to the puppets used in the performance or the performance itself. The performances are accompanied by a Gamelan orchestra, an orchestra consisting of traditional Indonesian ensemble instruments.
A Wayang performance is usually a whole night long. The puppets are controlled by one person, called the ‘dalang.’ (puppet master.)
There are many types of Wayang, but the most famous one is Wayang kulit. In Wayang kulit, the puppets are made of leather. The stories in Wayang kulit performances are usually drawn from Hindu epics, like Ramayana and Mahabharata. Thus, the characters are, too.
On 7 November 2003, UNESCO designated Wayang kulit as a Masterpiece of Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity.
The ALA Facebook page was hijacked by
unknowns over Labor Day weekend 2015. This is my (hopefully) amusing
dramatic reenactment using Legos.
It was a quiet, peaceful Saturday. A lovely start to Jenny’s long holiday weekend.
Tina was out and about in the city, enjoying the lovely weather.
Uh oh. Jenny learns that something strange is happening on the ALA Facebook page.
Yikes! Tina learns that she and the other ALA social media admins have been locked out of Facebook!
Some
libraryland peeps realize right away that the page has been hacked when
they start seeing “articles” in their feeds that are decidedly
nonALA-ish. These clever folks make the most of the situation by
providing creative commentary.
Todd
Fishburn-Grooten leads the charge with hilarious one-liners, and Steve
Kemple excels at cataloging all of the shenanigans. Hilarity ensues.
Unfortunately, some were a little slower in realizing what was happening. There may have been some pearl clutching.
Jenny and Tina worked like crazy to regain control, but getting through to Facebook for help proved…frustrating.
There’s
been a lot of speculation about the hackers. Was it a true criminal? A
bot? Maybe a disgruntled librarian working in a pirate themed
restaurant to pay off student loans after graduating with an MLIS in
oversaturated job market?
Or
maybe the hacker was from a completely different culture? Pranksters
from the furry community? A random joker who stumbled upon ALA by
accident?
By
far the most popular guess, however, is that we were hacked by a teen
from the basement of the family home. Possibly after having learned
coding skills in the library. Maybe after finding a hidden stash. Or
not.
Jenny,
Tina, and the rest of the ALA social media crew did what they could as
they waited for Facebook to respond to their pleas for help.
That may or may not have included cocktails.
And that is a pretty accurate account of sort of what happened over at the ALA Facebook Page this weekend.
