A nefarious chicken-finger pandemic?

That's what David Kamp of the New York Times calls it.

I don't remember being allowed to eat from a children's menu -- don't think they were around back then. My sister used to eat out and insist on some variation of the "hamburger, french fries, milkshake" theme (steak and potatoes would do). And when we ate at family or friends house, the rule was always to eat what was being served, even if it meant having a "no thank you" helping (a few mouthfuls to show appreciation for the cooking, and possibly to introduce a new dish to our palates).

In so many ways children have started to rule their parents, rather than the other way around. It's easier - I hear from my childed friends - to make them a dinner they'll eat rather than a dinner they'll fight not eating. I say tough. Let them go without dinner a time or two and they'll start eating. Force them eat what the adults are eating. Reward their adventurousness with a cookie if you must, but insist that they try a little of everything on the plate. Then, when you get to a friend's, or to a restaurant, they'll be able to eat without whining about the lack of chicken fingers.


Found on the bookshelves

Three duplicates. Don't know how two of them got there (the other I can easily imagine I just grabbed from a .25/each bin at the New York is Book Country sale).

Found thirteen other books I'm actually - sit down before continuing to read - giving away.

Did not find a book I know I own (it's in the catalog) and I swear Thing One decided I wouldn't miss.

As you can see, I have problems getting rid of books. Not this guy. Although I do think it's a little extreme, don't you? Maybe someone can help him find a better way to get rid of his stock?

Whetting your appetite

My father read the previous post and asked how I knew which photos he took (assuming I haven't seen the books and books of photos stacked in the living room). Still, here's one he took that I'm very happy about:

This is a view from the kitchen side of the living room, looking towards the deck side. Those things on the wall? Bookcases. The books on the right are the tail end of my Children's/Young Adult section, and the dining room table and a loveseat are also in view. That stepstool is needed because I'm actually too short for the bookcases!

Today I finished putting the books on the shelves (not totally in order, but good enough for right now) and photos will follow. Thing One and my father were right: I do feel more at home now that I'm surrounded by my books.

Who has time?

Doug asked "Are those who twitter technically twits?". It's a great question. A post over at AASLBlog drew a lot of comment from those who are twitter-pushers, mostly claiming that they don't really push twittering, they just heavily endorse it (and other 2.0 "tools").

There's a part of me that feels that I've been visiting this question for a while. You see, my parents don't twitter, but they do photograph. With the rise of easy-to-use cameras (as opposed to the 35mm Pentax my father gave me when he discovered good load-and-shoot and then digital cameras), it's no longer An Occasion that gets documented. It's everything. Lunch with friends? Take a photo - even if these are friends you lunch with weekly. Grandchild's first step? Take a photo - and make sure you get several of both left and right steps. Grandchild pointing adorably at some unknown object? Photo op! When traveling, make sure you take plenty of photos of you and/or your travel partner(s) in front of the Impressive National Monument/Scenery/Ruin because that's really what people want to see: that you were there, not the actual there part.

It's not living life, it's documenting it for future digestion. Ditto twittering. If you actually have a life, if you're busy living and doing and meeting and reading and so forth, you don't have time to twitter it. You don't have a need to twitter it. But if you need to Let People Know that You Have A Life, then you're twittering madly. This isn't to say that all photos are bad, or that all twitter posts are bad. But really - too much of anything isn't good.


Feeling more like me with every passing box

25 boxes down... 25 to go. Of course, this doesn't include the new box of Children's/Young Adult that I brought from my parents' (when I say "new", I mean not previously shelved with The Collection: these are my old books from my childhood... can't find my Partridge Family book, though...).

Still not sure where I'm putting the non-fiction, the drama and the biography stuff, much less Mt. Bookpile. We'll see how things shake out.

However, I did feel more like myself when I opened one box and put my hands on a book that I'd just been discussing with some of my staff. Instead of having to say "when my books are out of storage", I'd said "in another week or so" and here we are, three days later and I have the book.

(intensely happy dance happening here!)

By the way, over on Done with Mirrors, Callimachus has posted a great
Shelf Analysis. Consider yourselves warned.

Links Galore


What I'm doing right now

(and tomorrow, and this weekend)


That's right: the bookcases arrived yesterday and there are "only" 31 boxes left to bring up from the basement and unpack.

I'll be blogging about the whole bookcase saga and posting photos of the bookcases before, during and after. Oh, and some photos of my amazing new workbench. My Daddy's the best. Period.


Mum no more!

I've started to see posts about Titan's Curse, the third in the Percy Jackson series. YAY!

I read it as an ARC and had students pleading - really! pleading - to borrow my copy. Then... miracle of miracles... we got copies for the Book Fair. Before official release date. It was the first time in Fair history that students were coming in before the opening hoping to reserve a copy! We sold every copy they sent us.

The verdict: the kids love(d) it. As did I. And if you're not reading this series, well... get a copy and start reading now.

My kingdom for a camera!

Ok, I do actually have one but it's a Pentax 35mm and has no film (and no battery)...

Why the sudden need? Bogie (aka My Big Boy) has discovered that he can jump onto the counter in the guest bathroom and has been staring at his reflection for the past half hour. Occasionally he lifts a paw to see if his new friend is really there, but mostly he's just staring at himself.

You have to see it to appreciate how absolutely cute this is!

One simple thing

Click today... tomorrow... the day after... the day after that...



Actual e-mail notification sent to a major financial institution's employees:
Please note, the building is experiencing a water pressure issue which is affecting the 6th floor Men's and Women's restrooms. During this time we ask that you do not use either restroom. As an alternative, please use your cubicle.

We are working with the building to resolve this issue and will notify you when we have reached a resolution.

We apologize for any inconvenience and appreciate your patience.
Emphasis mine.



It's May 13 - and I spent 5 minutes this morning scraping frost off my car. May 13.

Notable Quotes

Every life should have nine cats
(coffee mug from ournameismud.com)


Life, speeded up

It's "silly season" at MPOW - everyone is scrambling madly to get to the end of the school year and needs everything done yesterday, if not sooner (No kidding: I got an e-mail timestamped 7:35pm yesterday asking if I could send in a complete analysis of after hours usage of the library "tonight". When did I get this e-mail? This morning)

Luckily, I'm still reading The Book of Lost Books. Each "chapter" is only a few pages, so I can read and put down without losing much. Still, I long for the days when I have little(r) to do at work and can relax and read. And, of course, there's Book Expo America and ALA upcoming - can you say "free books"?