My red fleece sweatpants are evil. Wearing them is basically the antidote to any productivity I might muster. As soon as I changed from sweatpants to proper grownup clothing today, I got a ton of stuff done. But listening to Patton Oswalt talking about the miracle of sweatpants made me laugh a lot. Today I... Continue Reading →
Courtesy of Otherwordly, a new favourite blog: smultronstället. (n.) lit. "place of wild strawberries"; a special place discovered, treasured, returned to for solace and relaxation; a personal idyll free from stress or sadness Where is your smultronstället?
The puppy was named Kenya. She was a service animal -- not a guide dog, so it was okay that I interacted with her -- and she was three months old. I met her in line at Starbucks. She licked my hand as I petted her and I tried not to cry, but there were... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I tweeted: "In response to someone wishing me a merry Christmas, I said it back instead of wishing him happy holidays. I hope no one reports me." As is usual for me, I neglected to be specific enough in 140 characters or less, and should have added a very important word to my tweet:... Continue Reading →
We have a question about the menu: what is chow-chow? A table of four library professionals, we are practiced in knowing how to find an answer quickly. The woman who seated us walks by, so we ask her. She responds, "Your server will be right with you." A different woman approaches the table and asks... Continue Reading →