wishfulaces: (blessed)
This evening, mourning over the new shitty turn my career has taken and wondering what I could do instead, after drinking a delicious and slightly alcoholic minty Oreo shake:

"I could open a bakery. Make blueberry muffins all day long. ...that's a shitty business plan. No! All you get are blueberry muffins! If you want anything else, go somewhere else. No chocolate muffins for you!"

For some reason, this was hysterical to me. It might have been the delicious and slightly alcoholic minty Oreo shake talking.

Later this same evening, taking the masking tape to the couch to remove all the orange fur from the cat:

"Honey, you are a sheddy, sheddy cat."

The boy said we're lucky to have each other.
wishfulaces: (hobbit hands)
I'm pretty sure I have a professional duty to watch this.

We're in the middle of interviewing for an electronic records archivist position, by the by, and one of our top candidates is, as I keep telling my boss, a geek who covers it well. My boss is very good at drawing people out in interviews, so the candidate ended up mentioning his extensive Magic: the Gathering collection in one of his answers to our questions, and I thought to myself, Yup, called it.
wishfulaces: (squee!)
A pic of the six-foot Sir Winston Leonard Spencer ChurchBear (Winnie for short) was requested. I am happy to oblige:

Read more... )

What did I tell you? BEAR.

Also, for those of you who are academically inclined and would wish to do some research, there's now a wiki for sci-fi authors' archival collections at various institutions. The institutions mostly seem to be U.S.-based, though I think I saw at least one U.K. university, and the listing is by no means complete (they don't, for example, have Connie Willis' papers listed at University of Northern Colorado). But still, it did my geeky heart proud to find this announcement on a listserv today, and hey, it's a wiki. Add to it!
wishfulaces: (Default)
I would just like to state that, now being the proud owner of a six-foot bear (the boy is smugly satisfied about his Valentine's present), I want to spend all my time curled up with it, reading.

For the record, the six-foot stuffed bear has a red bow tie (because bow ties are cool) and is named Sir Winston Leonard Spencer ChurchBear, because he needed to have an appropriately distinguished name to go with his bow tie. (That said, I call him Winnie more often than not.)

Hi, again. I can't seem to get back on the LJ wagon, let alone the fic-writing wagon. And my fannishness these days mostly consists of rewatching previous seasons of Castle and trying to get through the bleakness that is the first half of the third season of Farscape because I know things will get better! I know they will! It won't be all death and gloom! I think I spend so much time writing really complicated emails and other documentation at work, these days, that when I get home I can't face writing anymore.

Sigh. I think it's time for me to get back to reading. With the bear.
wishfulaces: (jeremy)
We saw About Time in the theater this afternoon, and this evening in our quest to finish all of New Who before the 50th anniversary, we watched "The Angels Take Manhattan" and said good-bye to much-loved companions (again, in my case) but the repetition still didn't stop me from BLUBBING ALL OVER THE PLACE. Because apparently that's what I do.

Sentimental old fool.

(About Time was lovely, sappy and sentimental yes, but lovely rather than dramatic, and really, you can't go wrong with Bill Nighy.)

Oh, yes, hi. Er. Life has been hectic, to the point that I dreamt in the wee small hours this morning about screwing up at work and having to fix it. Woo. Thank the gods for three-day weekends.
wishfulaces: (hobbit hands)
I'm flipping through the newsletter from the Midwest Archives Conference, looking over the info about the annual meeting in April, when I discover the plenary speaker is going to be one of the board members for the OTW and HOLY CRAP NOW I REALLY HAVE TO GO TO THIS CONFERENCE.

Thank you, geeky archivists, for being geeky. (No, wait, she's going to talk about A03? HOLY CRAP I REALLY HAVE TO GO TO THIS CONFERENCE.)

That is all. Well, no, it's not all, I decided this morning I really *am* that stressed, but that is enough for now.
wishfulaces: (jeremy)
I'm supposed to be in a reflective mood this time of year, or something, I think, but I've been too busy. I think that sums up this year for me--I've been too busy to really think, and reflect. Maybe that's true every year, and I reflect and think more than I realize, in the in-between times: scraping out five minutes here in an airport lounge, two minutes there in the shower, ten minutes in the car on the drive between my usual cities. Maybe.

It's been a challenging year for me--challenging in the best sense of the word. I've traveled too much, I've been frustrated and disappointed at work, I'm still learning to live with another person in my life, I had surgery for the first time in my life, I've written the least amount of fic since, er, I started writing fic. Through all of it, through all of this year, the key, the theme, the important point all along--I realize more and more at the end of this year, so maybe I have had time to reflect after all--is communicating. Figuring out how the devil to communicate effectively with myself and other people should probably be my new year's resolution every year.

I'm learning. I'm still learning. That is what makes this a good year, a challenging year. I have learned so much, I have filed away so much experience and information that I will be able to continue to use in the coming years. This is how I can become the person I already am, the person I want to be.

I've gotten better at saying no when I'm overwhelmed. I've gotten better at vocalizing hurts and coming up with new ways to express ideas when the old and tried ways don't work. I'm still too ridiculously busy, and I still find myself yelling for no reason when I'm by myself (because the real, underlying reason hasn't been examined yet), but I'm getting better.

We had snow here today, so instead of holding a game night with a big group of friends, instead of going out partying at the bars, I'm hunkered down at home in my pjs, planning to cook dinner and play my new Doctor Who Monopoly game with my boyfriend who still hasn't bloody seen the show. And honestly, that seems like the best way to spend tonight.

Happy New Year, everyone. May 2013 bring good friends and good experiences.
wishfulaces: (Default)
Do your co-workers sneak-gift and card you? I mean, they wait until the exact moment you leave your cubicle/office and sneak in to drop off a card and/or gift?

Seriously, my co-workers are ninja gifters. I left to get some nummy cinnamon-pretzel sticks from the food table or to pick something up at the printer--FIVE SECONDS--and my supervisor dropped off a card in the meantime, with no sign that he'd ever been remotely near my cubicle. It's both charming and disturbing.

So is it just a quirk of my admittedly quirky office, or is this common? (I'm totally going into work early to drop stuff off at people's offices before they come in tomorrow. I'll out-ninja them all, haha!)
wishfulaces: (all the world's a stage)
1. I have a new laptop. It just arrived in the mail today. This is the first new piece of tech I've gotten--bar my Kindle (which is now ancient) and a crappy cell phone that was supposed to be temporary when I got it two (three?) years ago--since the laptop I got as a gift when I graduated from grad school in 2006. HOLY HELL I HAVE A NEW LAPTOP. I will be properly mobile again! (My current laptop, on which I'm writing this since I haven't even opened the other one yet, is now essentially a desktop. I have it tied to an external monitor as the backlight has died on the actual monitor.)

ii. I am struggling about whether to do Yuletide this year or not. I've barely written any fic this year, I don't see me having much time for source reviewing and writing in the next couple months, I'm trying to de-stress my life and that would possibly be stressful, nobody other than me will really care either way whether I do Yuletide or not...but it's Yuletide, dammit!

c. There is no third point, but what's the use of a list with only two things on it? Hell, I'm starving, I need to wander away and find dinner with the boy.

Vier. Actually, I lie; yesterday I snapped at my boss. This is the only time in my life that I have snapped at my boss. (I once rolled my eyes and interrupted a boss, but I was in the middle of a crisis at the time and she wasn't being helpful.) I backpedaled furiously, he left my cubicle amicably, but sweet jesus on a pogo stick that was a terrifying moment or three. My co-worker who overheard the conversation assures me she would have jumped in to rescue me had she needed to; we mutually agreed to make large STOP signs and put them on yard sticks to hold up over cubicle walls, just in case one or the other of us goes too far.

(Today was a much, much better day. Friday! Pay day! I shall goof off at work and not feel guilty! Etc etc etc.)
wishfulaces: (miracles and wonder)
Plenary session this morning, the guy--who's apparently about 10 years older than me but looks (so far as I can see from my distant, distant seat in the back of the ballroom) and sounds like he's my generation--is talking about collaboration between archivists, museum curators, librarians, and the gifted amateurs who have interest in our data, in mining our data and transforming our data coming out of our collections; and for examples he provides a couple mash-ups.

And the vibe I'm getting, the mindset and feel I'm getting--it's fannishness. That sharing, that desire to tease out new ideas from the original source--I'm sitting in this giant ballroom surrounded by geeks (we're all inherently geeks, it's an unwritten professional necessity; it's just that a lot of us are not 21st century techie geeks), and I'm thinking, "wait, I know this feeling, I've been here before."

Yesterday, sitting in a discussion about privacy and confidentiality and what information to provide and what to omit for the sake of delicacy, all I could think was: it doesn't matter, the record will survive. So long as we maintain the record, 50 years from now, 100 years from now, when all of us sitting in this room and all of the people described in the record in question are dead, the record will still be there, and the future archivists can do whatever the hell they want or need with it. So long as the record will endure.

So yeah, the conference is working; my brain is expanding.
wishfulaces: (ot3!)
So the week of Vividcon in Chicago, I'm in San Diego (y'know, weeks after ComicCon). Life, eh?

But I'm here for a conference, and considering I've been cramming for a workshop I'm taking tomorrow I am entirely justified in taking Tuesday off to sightsee and hang out and learn my way around this city. I've walked a little bit of the area around my hotel and will definitely need to do more, but on a day when I've not been up since oh god-thirty and gotten more than five hours sleep and aren't shaking from too much travel.

(September. I'm holding out for September, the month in which I will NOT get on a plane and NOT go to a city further than 90 minutes away by car. That is my plan for September and probably October. It sounds glorious right now, which is an indication that I have done way, way too much traveling this spring & summer.)

But doing my readings for tomorrow's workshop, it reminded me how I secretly kinda maybe want to do forensic science instead of this public history gig. (You would be surprised how much of the theory crosses over, really, starting with chain of custody and ending with authenticity and trust.)

Also, I want to talk about this book on bisexuality I just finished reading. )

Um, I didn't quite expect to write that tonight. Oops? But hey, I got my reading done for tomorrow, I know where I'm going tomorrow morning, and I've had dinner and a shower. Life is good.
wishfulaces: (some kind of way out of here)
I would like the record to show that wasabi peas can, in fact, go bad. Y'know. After a year of sitting around in my one's kitchen.

OMG I used to think I couldn't get worse at updating my LJ, and then I have. I am woeful at fandom (though I thank one and all for reccing fic, particularly random Avengers fic, because it is often light and fun enough for reading just before bed); work is...full of issues right now, and I honestly don't know when they'll be resolved, but suddenly in the past couple months I have found myself more willing to divorce myself and think about other job possibilities again; and, hey, I'm going to Europe the day after tomorrow. Mostly Prague and Budapest.

I've reached a point, in the past few weeks and months, where I've realized I need to simplify my life a little. I need to choose better where I place my energies and focus more on the positive. I'm trying to communicate more, and more productively. And my career is not my entire identity, and in fact never has been.

It's all a process, right?

My Facebook status tomorrow is totally going to read, "Cannot cope; off to Europe." Because I can.
wishfulaces: (dance)
OMG *flaaaaaaail*

Four-hour board meeting this morning. 1.5 hour interview this afternoon. Starting ballroom dance classes tonight. My brain is full. The dancing may be good for me, if nobody requires me to remember any steps.

But who cares about that RL crap? I saw the Civil Wars in concert Tuesday night. I DID. Their opening act, the Staves, an English female trio, kicked arse. Seriously, the best opening act you could ask for, for this kind of concert. Um, spoilery? )

Okay, time to flail about dancing instead of my career now. JOY.

ARGH.

Oct. 17th, 2011 05:34 pm
wishfulaces: (Guildenstern)
If it's not the grant project at work, it's records management at work. And if it's not work, it's choir board. And if it's not choir board, it's my LIFE.

In short, this was the Mondayest of Mondays I have had in a long time, and I could have done without it. And despite choir rehearsal tonight, I am strongly tempted to have a beer with my dinner and hang the consequences.

Hmph.
wishfulaces: (Guildenstern)
I had every intention to work some more on my [livejournal.com profile] dw_femslash ficathon fic tonight, but those intentions were before two days of work mentally kicking my butt (and physically today, too; helloooo, new cardboard box scar, how I didn't need you) and doing laundry tonight and overcooking my dinner of roasted potatoes with lentils in every way I possibly could. ("I like my lentils mushy!" I declared maniacally to the kitchen, and this is probably one more sign that I need to either get a roommate or just get out more.)

So instead of writing fic, I shall watch vids and random tv and read fic. Huzzah for when the brain shuts down beyond oooh, shiny.

(Also, I shall throw this out here completely randomly because I don't feel like bookmarking it but want to preserve the link somewhere: WWI photographs of British soldiers taken by an unknown French photographer, a whole stinking boatload of them, and how cool is that?)
wishfulaces: (but man delights not me)
(But first, there is somebody in the nearby at my apartment complex playing a horn--a sax?--just goofing around, warming up, but it is still happy-making. I think I would marry a busker, just so they could play down the street from where I live.)

Okay. Okay. I need my alone time to function, right? This is not uncommon, this is not unheard of, many of us need our alone time in order to make it through the week and not kill our co-workers/fellow students/roommates and spouses/the random person at the deli when we buy a sandwich/etc. I usually find after weeks and months of being overly busy and social that if I don't have some concentrated me-time I am a cranky, cranky camper. I was going to use Labor Day weekend for that concentrated me-time, only it didn't quite work out the way I'd planned, in that my alone time was not as stress-free as I'd hoped (because the concentrated me-time only really works when it's relaxing), and I spent most of Sunday out and about with other people. And then last weekend I went to visit friends, which is of course always awesome, but meant that I did not have a whole lot of me-time again.

Monday I had jury duty summons. I went, I was preparing myself to be picked for a murder trial that would keep me out of the office all week (which would have sucked, but, y'know? If you're going to be called for jury duty, at least it was going to be a, well, an interesting case?), only some other members of the jury pool apparently talked out of turn, there was a motion to dismiss the case, and I think we all felt like we'd just wasted most of an entire day. And it screwed up my routine, I was talking to people more than I usually do when at work, and then I had to go to choir rehearsal that night early to help people register and sign in because it was our first rehearsal of the season and I'm on the board.

And I was surprisingly cheerful and helpful and energetic, all of which promptly went away as soon as I got home. And yesterday I had another choir practice after work in which I was cheerful and bright, and this morning I was cranky as hell and drove to work in a foul mood, made even fouler by the knowledge that I would be spending all morning in a meeting and I did not want to deal with people. And we did indeed have a four-hour meeting cleaning up this agency's retention schedules, and it was a highly productive meeting and I was cheerful and intelligent and unflagging throughout, and then when I got back to work instead of hiding in the stacks I was running around checking in with people and discussing projects because I couldn't bring myself to work on actual records. And tonight I have another choir rehearsal to look forward to, in which I shall once again hopefully pull cheerful and energetic out of my ass.

The gist of all this is that I'm surprised at how good an actor I am? And that I know I need to strike that balance because I really do need social interaction with people in order to thrive, as well as that concentrated me-time, but that other than the occasional TEMPER TANTRUM OF DOOM I'm doing better this week than I would have expected with all this talking-to-people malarkey...and that this weekend is so gonna be all about hiding in my house away from PEOPLE omg.
wishfulaces: (all the world's a stage)
This is just fun. (100 years of fashion in East London...in 100 seconds.)

I still follow museum blogs, even though I'm no longer in the museum world and don't know if I'll ever get to go back into it. This post from Nina Simon's museum 2.0 blog is pretty intriguing ([livejournal.com profile] cofax7, you should totally check it out!)

(The post is about getting people involved and engaged in art--well, more than that, but you can read the post to get the full effect--and I've been thinking about my own changing relationship to art, or "Art," and how it is becoming more of a habit, an ingrained thing that I notice more in the every day world around me, the more time I spend going to art museums and hanging out with artistic people. And really, I'm glad of that. Someday, I'm going to have to get around to taking an art history course. In the meantime, I'll keep going to random art museums and hanging out with artistic people.)

And because 3 links totally make a post, Doctor Who femslash ficathon sign-ups are open. Yay!
wishfulaces: (yellow roses)
My friends are getting married in the morning
wedding bells are going to chime


Okay, so the rhythm is off, and they're not actually getting married till Saturday, but I'm driving east tomorrow after work for a three-day weekend, and I've got a dress packed and three pairs of sandals (and not a pair of socks to be seen, so NO RAIN, but actually, okay, go ahead if you have to and rain, Mother Nature; we need the moisture), and OMFG MY FRIENDS ARE GETTING MARRIED ON SATURDAY.

Vicarious giddiness can be good too.

Speaking of musicals, this morning my minion and I--I call her my minion now because it's more fun to say than senior administrative assistant--we were the first people into the stacks, so we had to turn on the lights, and she was all, "Good morning, boxes!" in a sunny tone, so of course I leapt to "Good mornin' / good mornin' / it's great to stay up late," which of course led to the discussion about every 1950s MGM musical having the freaky dance sequences in the middle. And a tap dance on her part, but hey, it's a good way to start the morning.

One of these days, I will post about fannish things. Like my rewatch of the first two seasons of Warehouse 13 (hell, I'll just post fic, if I ever get around to having time to write it), or the epic love I'd have for Leverage if I had time to pay attention and watch it, or what I think of the whole White Collar summer finale. One of these days. It'll be good. Yeah. But for now, I HAVE A WEDDING TO GO TO THIS WEEKEND. (I'll come back to tons of new vids from VVC though, won't I? Yay.)
wishfulaces: (books)
Re: Leverage last night )

I bought half a dozen books the other weekend. Real, physical books, not on my Kindle, and I don't really buy books anymore. But five of them were used mysteries, and two of those were Dorothy L. Sayers that I've been waiting to find (or to show up on Kindle), and two of them were Charlotte MacLeods for my mom because she lost all her MacLeod paperbacks, so it's all totally justifiable even if I still haven't bought another bookcase like I should have years ago.

Also, the article I co-wrote was FINALLY published this past month, and I now have the extra two copies of the journal issue so I can send one to my parents, and I really need to figure out something else I can write next that isn't a straight historical topic requiring a ton of research on my part OMG I'm an archivist, not an academic historian.
wishfulaces: (fly)
The thing about my job is, I find myself tracking down information about truly random digressions in history. Like Dorothea Dix's crusade to...send a lot of boats to an island in Nova Scotia to save people. IDEK, but it made for an entertaining afternoon?

I got back from my trip to Belgium and Amsterdam earlier this week. Things I learned and/or did during the ten days I was traveling:

1. My nose really, really hates dry recycled air, such as found in airports & on airplanes.
2. Having Belgian friends who have Belgian friends comes in REALLY HANDY when you miss the last train from Ghent to Brussels & need a place to crash for a few hours.
3. You really probably can get a contact high in Amsterdam, and the city really is apparently mostly populated by British tourists on stag parties.
4. I am a far, far more confident traveler than I used to be. Like, even since last year.
5. It's okay to squabble and get pissed off with your friends, because they're your friends and are squabbling and pissed off with you, and then you end up drinking beer across the street from a church older than the U.S. has existed as a country under an awning while the rain falls at midnight, sharing stupid blogs to read when you're bored at work and need a five minute break. Or you're tickle-attacking on the bed while trying to pack, or in the midst of a deep philosophical discussion about the reason and need for history, but that's another story.
6. I need to live in a city with canals. I also need to visit Venice, like, stat. And go back to Germany for a cuckoo clock for my mom. (That's just an excuse. I really just need to go back to Germany. And get to a lot of other countries too, but that will be another year.)
7. Blame T for everything. Everything. She might be in the bathroom getting a shower, but that broken bowl in the kitchen is still totally her fault.
8. Belgian chocolate really is just that good. As are wasabi peas, especially when one's nose really, really hates dry recycled air.

There's more. It was good, and I haven't really had time to process yet, but that's what this weekend is for. I might even get around to posting pictures. In sum, My Summer Vacation in Belgium: we ate a lot of fries, drank a lot of beer, and bought a lot of chocolate. And it was good.

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