Bryson v. Winters

A fellow Where’s George? person recommended “A Walk in the Woods” by Bill Bryson because I had enjoyed reading “Walking Home” by Kelly Winters. I hate to admit it, but I was not very impressed with Bryson’s tale of his Appalachian Trail experience. Maybe it’s a gender thing. Bryson spent more time focusing on the hardship of the Trail and the politics surrounding the Trail than he did on the culture and life on the Trail. When I was reading Winter’s story, I felt transported into the trail. It was almost like I was hiking along with her through out. On the other hand, I had to force myself to finish Bryson’s story. Should I ever choose to hike the trail, his is the last type of personality I would want to be hiking with me.

books & money

I finally went and registered at BookCrossing. It is difficult to think of parting with a book, but I do have several that were either well-meaning gifts or bad selections that would happily find new homes. Now I just need to think of where I could leave them to be found.

Yesterday was a good Where’s George? day. My profile spent most of the day on the top ten most viewed profile list, and I got my first hit in Maine!

musicians & librarians

It’s been a while since I wrote here, I know. I’ve been off traveling the country, and I’ve barely had time to breathe, much less write something here. Nevertheless, I shall try to summarize.

A few weekends ago, I attended the National Women’s Music Festival for the first time. It was amazing! The music was top notch, and very intimate, since this festival is not as highly attended at some others. I was able to see some performers that I already knew and loved (Wishing Chair, Jamie Anderson, Ember Swift, etc.), as well as others that I came to love after seeing them perform at the festival (Kim Archer, CommonbonD, Jennie DeVoe, etc.). Not only was the music a wonderful collection of soul food, but the festigoers were a diverse group of women who somehow managed to blend together well. It was difficult for me to transition back into the “real world” after those few days of being surrounded by the energy of women together.

I had four days of relative normalcy, and then the conference marathon began. First, I drove down to Atlanta with several of my colleagues to attend the ALA 2002 Annual Conference. This was my first ALA meeting, and I was excited to be able to go. The high light of the conference, for me, was when the Indigo Girls performed at a fundraiser for the ALA Scholarships, and I was in the second row! When I finish the roll of film in my camera & get it developed, I might have some pictures to share. It was kind of bizarre to be in a place with more than 10,000 librarians, but I got used to it. The conference itself was disappointing, since there wasn’t much about serials or cataloging (my job in real life).

The next conference occurred right after ALA, with only a day between for me to travel. Unlike ALA, this one was directly relevant to my job. The North American Serials Interest Group (NASIG) 17th Annual Conference agenda included numerous items related to serials cataloging, as well as other serials issues, and it was also great fun! If you are ever in Williamsburg (VA), I recommend a visit to the Green Leafe Cafe. Although I may have had more beer while I was in Williamsburg for the conference than I had at any one time in my entire life, I did learn a good bit about serials cataloging issues. I also realized how little I know about serials cataloging, despite having been on the job for nearly eight months! Well, it certainly has given me quite a few goals to reach.

Vote!

Primary elections were held in Kentucky yesterday. I actually got out and voted, which is unusual for my age demographic. Of course, only one person out of the four people for whom I voted won. What amused me most were the primary results for the mayoral race. We don’t have partisan elections for that office. Everyone votes their preference in the primary, and the top two go on to compete for the November elections. I carefully examined each of the candidates before finally choosing the one I wanted to vote for. As it turns out, she was the underdog (and came in last). Of course, I would vote for the underdog, even when I don’t realize I am doing it.

Whoa! Leave the racing to the horses!

Yesterday, I received my second speeding ticket. It’s been almost two years since the first, but it was on the same interstate. Go figure. Car Talk, a lack of cruise control, and the terrain were all partially responsible for the speed I was going. For once, I wasn’t intentionally speeding, which is why this ticket is irritating. I wouldn’t be so annoyed with myself if I had gotten pulled over for one of the many times I have been flying along I-64 at 80-85 mph, but no, I get pulled over going 76 mph on a downhill. I had been giving the engine extra gas on the way up the hill so that my little Tercel could make it over the hill at a reasonable speed. I didn’t notice that I was still accelerating on the way down because I was listening to something that Tom & Ray were talking about. That is, I didn’t notice that I was still accelerating until I saw the state trooper on the side of the road. Oh, well!