Every library has at least one “Crazy Carol”. Ours does things like yelling at staff or patrons that she thinks are being too loud, never mind the fact that she always talks through some internal bull horn. She likes to steal our scratch paper just so that she can tear it up into pieces. She often has crazy requests and wants librarians to do her research for her. There is no arguing with her.
Her: Come help me. [as she sits down at a computer]
Me: What can I help you with?
Her: I want to read about how gays infect others with the gay gene. Find me web pages that discuss this.
A brother and sister, both in elementary school, came into the library to turn in books. After setting the books on the counter, the younger boy turns away. That’s when his older sister stopped him.
Her: Tell her about the page.
Him: The page?
Her: THE PAGE!
Him: Oh that page!
Makes me giggle every time I think about it. Sibling conversations in two words.
Just a reminder…my journal blogs are mostly for me and the few people that truly want to know what I do on a daily basis. Read or ignore as you please. Still trying to find a steady rhythm on my daily devotional (DD) practice. Right now I do a little something as it strikes me, no formal ritual. Also been doing short meditations in the evenings occasionally. Prayers, as always, before bed unless I’m ill. Warning: may contain rants…rants by definition are not based on logic and are solely for the purpose of clearing headspace so that I can address things in a more positive fashion. Read more…
This is shameful. It takes money out of the pockets of not only authors but also, in the case of Bibliotheca Alexandrina, charities.
Aphrodite is so often depicted as a bubble-headed blonde. Sannion reveals her more fully for those that haven’t taken the time to look beyond the surface. A wonderful compilation of the things I’ve been pointing out for years.
Originally posted on The House of Vines:
Everyone knows the goddess Aphrodite, right? The blonde, buxom, bubble-headed beauty rising from the waves on a conch shell, surrounded by fat little flying cupids, flowers, birds, and golden sunlight gleaming off of her diaphanous gown that doesn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination. Her gifts to mortal-kind are grace, feminine wiles, the warmth of love, successful relationships, and everything that is sweet and pleasant about life.
This image of the goddess has been a favorite of poets and painters down through the ages and has become deeply imbedded in our collective unconscious. Even people who do not recognize the divinity of Aphrodite respond to the power of this image, as evidenced by the lasting interest in faded celebrities such as Marilyn Monroe and Anna Nicole Smith, who have both been likened to the goddess by lazy journalists more times than one can count.
And yet, this is only…
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My son was talking to me about Bosho, a Japanese poet who wrote in haiku after reading about him in a Magic Tree House book. He said he wanted to write poems, so I figured this morning I’d show him (later) how haiku is done.
First line 5 syllables, second 7 and third 5 again.
Spring snow falls softly
melting shortly thereafter
resulting in mud
muddy paw prints here
muddy paw prints over there
spring should be outside
allergy cough cough
allergy sneeze blow cough gag
why did I miss spring
Your body is to your soul as your clothing is to your body. Ailments of the body are not punishments for the soul. Your care of your “clothing” or lack thereof is the sole cause of the issues a hand.