Speaking of fake blogging… I’m eavesdropping, and the coworker I’ve been helping with her Web 2.0 assignments is now explaining to a couple of other coworkers how to get started. She’s also telling them about a couple of problems she had, so that they know what to look out for. That’s pretty cool, I think.
Tag: work
Adventures in Fake Blogging
Library Catalog Card = Old School!
I’m supposed to be learning about blogging, and a whole bunch of other Web 2.0 stuff, for work. No, really. It would be funny, except it’s not. I do get a certificate at the end of it all, but first, I have to set up a blog (oh, but seriously), a Flickr account, listen to a podcast, and do a few other things.
My initial reaction was that the library was a few years behind the curve. Not that that in itself would be surprising, but surely, you would think that my coworkers would know about blogs, social networking, and whatnot? Well, you (and I!) would be wrong. One coworker seemed kind of repulsed by the idea and a couple of others have asked me to help them. These are folks who really ought to have a grip on this stuff as it’s sort of job related, but apparently, not so much. I am ashamed to say that I was at first amused–yea, mightily!–at watching coworker #1 try to set up a Blogger account and format her first post, but then I got a kick out seeing her “get” it, and I felt like a giant meanypants for being impatient. Not everyone is having fun with this stuff, but the ones that are, are entertaining. And those who aren’t? Well, like eating spinach, it’s good for them, whether they like it or not.
So, I spent half an hour this morning setting up Fake Blog. I can think of better ways to waste my time. I asked if we could test out of it and got the stink eye. I thought it was a reasonable question! Apparently not.
Karma in a Small World
Ornamental Grass
Remember my ID holder that I dropped in the bank parking lot? Well, one of my coworkers came up to me today and asked me if I’d gotten my driver’s license back, yet. Huh? He was the one who found it in the bank parking lot. He said that, just as he was handing it to the teller, he recognized the picture. It was too late to just keep it and give it to me, himself, or he would have. Of course, then, I wouldn’t have gotten a call from the bank, and if I’d’ve noticed it was missing, I would have spent the rest of the weekend in a snit. So it’s probably best that he did turn it in, instead of waiting and giving it back to me at work today.
How weird is that?!
Staff Meeting Doodle
Staff Meeting Doodle
gel pen in steno notebook
9 x 6 inches
I’ve been working on this one through several meetings (phase 1 and phase 2). We had a two hour presentation this afternoon, and I think I’m just about out of room.
We also had a carry-in meeting-slash-party for a coworker’s 10th anniversary. I may have mentioned that I’m not a big fan of the office carry-in? I don’t know why they make me cranky, but they do. And the worst part is that there are always leftovers, and the leftovers always get stuck on a book truck right behind my cubicle. You know, where the phone is. Because the only thing more irritating than having to answer and/or listen to everyone’s phone calls is being distracted by an endless parade of people bellying up to the snack bar.
Title of the Day
All the facts about South Africa, 1976. It is 62 pages long and measures 21 cm. tall. I’m guessing that the title is a just a wee bit overly optimistic.
Are You Talking to Me?
I have a coworker who has a habit of randomly talking to no one in particular. I never know whether or not to answer. Is she talking to me? I just don’t know. It shouldn’t matter, but when no one answers her, I feel badly.
Who are you talking to, woman?!!!
I really do need an MP3 player.
Overheard in the Elevator
There are a lot of discussions I don’t want to listen to while stuck in an elevator. Somewhere on that list is the subject of surgical urethral enlargement. Doubleplusespecially when I am coming back upstairs with the snack I just purchased in the cafeteria.
I don’t think I’m hungry, now.
Excuse Me, Can I Park My Giant, Wooden Horse Here?
Have you ever been totally and completely boggled at the holes in others’ education? Yesterday, a coworker was searching for an AWOL book that a patron had requested be rush cataloged. The book? The Iliad. My coworker, armed with a printout of the catalog record, began to describe the book to me.
Coworker: It’s 600 pages.
Me: Yes, I know. I’ve read it about umpty times.
Coworker: Oh. Um.
Me: It’s good.
Coworker: It says it’s poetry. [Inconceivable that someone would read 600 pages of poetry!]
Me: It’s an epic poem. [Hmmm. Does she know what “epic” means?]
Coworker: [Looking at the bib record.] What’s the Trojan War?
Me: [Gobsmacked] I don’t think I can help you.
How?! How does that happen?! How can someone never have heard of the Trojan war, Homer, or The Iliad?
Kalypso, from The Odyssey of Homer, translated by Richard Lattimore, 1991.
My copy of The Iliad is even more marked up than The Odyssey.
And, speaking of the Trojan war and people who appear to be completely ignorant of even the most famous parts of the story (via Got Medieval):
Error Message of the Day
No suitable nodes are available to serve your request.
Well, then! I guess they told me, eh?
Holga
Holga Alley by Jason Armstrong, published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.0 Generic license
Kill me now! They’ve been drilling and sawing on the outside of the building all summer, but this week, they finally got around to doing our section. Why couldn’t they have done it while I was out of town? The constant grinding and jack-hammering noise is about to drive me over the crazy event horizon. And then there’s the fine limestone dust that is seeping in through the cracks along the windows. I began sneezing about an hour after they started work this morning, and my eyes have been stinging and watering. This cannot be a good thing! If I die of limestone lung, do you think my family could sue the university?
And with that, I shall attempt to refrain from further crankypantsing. Otherwise, I’ll go on and on and on and on, and no one needs to be subjected to that.
In fun news (for me): I ordered five rolls of 120 Fujifilm Neopan 100 Acros black and white film yesterday, so I can finally play with my Holga. I’ve been cruising Flickr for Holga photos, and I just couldn’t stand it any longer. My film should be here next week. Wheee! In the meantime, if I get inspired, I might try loading it with 35mm film. I need a couple of pieces of foam, though, to cushion the film canister. I wonder if memory foam would work? I also need to get up off my butt and play with my pinhole camera. That would be the simplest and cheapest toy right this minute, because it needs no modification and it can take 35mm film (of which I have a metric butt-load).
red paper boat 