Entries Tagged 'personal' ↓

I could start, I suppose, with an admission of negligence and a tender, heartfelt apology. I’ve sung that tune before, though, and jumping right back in is better than wasting time philosophasting about the difficulties of balancing blogging with daily existing. One thing is more important than the other.

I’m just about to leave Denver after attending the Reference Renaissance conference, which was rad and which I recommend to anyone to is a librarian and works mainly in reference. I found it so much more useful than the ALA Annual conference in many ways, though both have their own merits and resist weighing on the same scale. I guess the reason I would tend to attach more value to RefRen is because I’m leaving with oh-so-many more neat ideas about what I’d like to do with Virtual Reference services in Washington (among other things). This could be a product of where I am in my job now, but it’s also certainly part of the excellence of the conference and the quality of the topics covered.

I also got married recently. July 12th, 2008, to be exact, to a very lovely woman who I adore. Getting used to married life is a challenge, but we’re smoothing out some of the bumps and I’m looking forward to a long, long future with the love of my life.

So yeah, nothing exciting going on. Nothing at all.

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Nope.

Cumulative GPA: 3.96

It was the first term did me in, and in particularly, one horrible partner. Oh well, them’s the breaks. I don’t think school grades are any indication at all of how intelligent someone is or how successful they’ll be, but gosh darn it I just spent two years and lots of moneys to get that degree and I want to brag a little bit!

Also it means I can disregard those horrible dreams I’d been having about completely messing up a final assignment, or missing some sneaky assignment entirely. That will be nice. The best reward, of course, is simply being done with school.

Miles and miles beneath the wheels,
we made it back under a shining sun,
mostly - but buffeted by biting winds -
it didn’t even snow on us ’til Washington.

And now home.
Like an ointment I wait for it to sink in,
to fill the vacancies and mend the lacerations,
to calm and to nourish and to fill -
I’ll overflow with everything that’s been lacking -
I’ll merge my Dionysus with my Apollo
and find peace in my passion and
slumber in my wine.

As I sleep, dreams of assignments overdue,
assignments I’ve already done,
assignments who may only haunt me through ghosts.
I’ve overcome them all.

Home.
I’ll never ride out, now,
without knowing when and how I’ll return.

It seems like I’ve hit the road a lot over the past few years. Oh well. I think this will be the last time for awhile, anyway. We’re heading out tomorrow. Oly, here we come! :)

Today I turned twenty-eight.

It’s been a good year.