I worked as a secretary in the English Composition Office at BYU a few years ago, and while I was there, I was commissioned to develop a library. We had a whole bunch of books, I don't even know where they all came from, but they were available for the graduate instructors to borrow and use for their classes. I've forgotten mainly everything about this, but I remember thinking it was fun to develop this library system (cataloging and labeling all the books mostly), but also really hard. I had no idea what I was doing, and was largely unsuccessful in the venture. I wonder what the state of that "library" is now . . .
19 January 2011
random thought #2, welcome to blog
art appreciation
How can I appreciate art (I'm talking about art in the sense of visual artwork here) at my level? I don't have the context for the method, theory, or history. So when I go to a museum or gallery and see something on display, how do I get something out of it? My experience at a lot of museums/galleries/places where art is presented is a little bit like this: Look at piece for five seconds, think "That looks cool," or maybe "That's weird," or "I don't get it," and then move on to next piece. Then I forget about everything I saw.
18 January 2011
11 January 2011
The more environmentally friendly OS
Is there any reason that the temporary storage "receptacle" for deleted files is called a recycle bin on PCs? Are we supposed to believe that Microsoft is more environmentally friendly than Apple?
03 January 2011
Help Dylan
My good friend Kirsten and her husband are doing a fundraiser for their nephew, Dylan, who has an unfortunate medical condition that requires special treatment. His family can't quite afford everything on their own and need some help.
14 December 2010
08 December 2010
professional cleaner, professional editor
You know how communal spaces don't stay clean? (Think of the apartment you shared with five strangers. Now think of the kitchen. I think you know what I mean.) No one is willing to take responsibility for the upkeep of those sorts of spaces, unless they're getting paid.
Call me a neat freak, call me OCD. Call me what you will. (If that thing you call me is mean, though, please don't tell it to my face.) I admit that I am frequently the one who takes the responsibility for maintaining cleanliness of shared spaces. My roommates loved me! I often cleaned the kitchen, the living room, and my room (which was always shared).
I love having my own place now where there are no neglected communal spaces. But at work, the communal space problem is ever-present. There are plenty of neglected areas around the office. And I have been known from time to time to be the one who cleans those areas.
incredible employees deserve Mickey D's
In our department at work, they asked for nominations for "incredible employees" as part of an initiative to make this place a great place to work. A nice coworker anonymously nominated me and I was selected.
Yesterday was a momentous day. The reward came in the mail. (I win!!!!!!) Tim called me up and told me about it. He read me the letter, and then he told me what the reward was.
"It's a $15 McDonald's gift card!" he replied.
Awesome.
P.S. The last time I ate at McDonald's was on October 13. I remember the day clearly. I was driving back from Boise, Idaho (by myself), and was famished. I stopped in Burley and ordered a McChicken and small fries. Even though the meal cost $2.13, it wasn't worth it. My stomach was having issues the remainder of my drive home. I just can't handle processed foods that well, and if you thought I was a snob about food, that might be part of the reason. Also, I'm kind of a snob about food.
07 December 2010
Thanksgiving 2010
I really love that I got two days of vacation for . . . what? A holiday devoted to food? Yes, please! (And I'm convinced that the meaning of the Thanksgiving holiday goes no further, as shameful as it is.) I'm a big fan of food, generally. If I were to make a menu for my own food-related holiday, though, it would not involve traditional Thanksgiving fare. Just saying.
