Gus, housemate, and Erica, me, were having a discussion on the airplane to Michigan.
Gus is getting her PhD in something nifty, like Education and Video Gaming, or MMORPG Search Behavior. Or something. I dunno. I kinda tune out a bit. Ever asked a social scientist about her thesis? Don’t. At least not before 10am on a Sunday.
Gus was bewailing the lack of Practical Research available in her chosen field of SomethingorOther, and how the interdisciplinary nature of the subject made finding Solid Evidence difficult…something something…did I mention it was early?
I tuned back in once I put together what she was talking about.
“Wait a minute…” I said, blearily. “A PhD in something Practical?”
“Isn’t that called a job?”
Hey people, ever wonder why all of those students graduating with Information degrees aren’t taking jobs in libraries? Here’s a hint:
JOB : San Jose. FULL TIME openings. 60-120K ranges, Interface/Designers.
Let’s go. Who’s with me?
First, I would like to officially apologize to Peter for talking his friendly Minnesotan ear off at the I.T. thing yesterday. Low blood sugar almost inevitably leads to leftist political rants. I’m sure I read this somewhere in the New England Medical Journal.
The window ledge skateboarders have not returned today.
Someone once pulled a gun on my friend Erin and demanded her skateboard. This was back in Flint, MI. She ran away, and now runs marathons in San Francisco.
At this point I would like to emphasize the Not-Flintness of Ithaca, NY. I feel confident that my library window skateboard boys are back in middle school today, snapping bra straps and setting off stink bombs.
I’ve been reading this book:
This fine place so far from home: Voices of Academics from the Working Class
Speaking of which, there sure is a lot of ivy in the Ivy League. It all turned red over the weekend, and it looks just glorious. Ivy can cover a great number of architectural flaws. Someone might consider planting some around Olin Library…
In my current sleep-deprived state (finding a spider on the ceiling right before bedtime can make for a restless night), I could only muster up the energy for a list.
Things I have seen in Ithaca recently:
- Squirrels raiding my bird feeder using what looks like a tiny rope and pulley system. Clever little bastards.
- Big frikkin’ waterfall a block from my house.
- An old man out running with a Walkman. He waved each time we passed each other on the loop around the lake.
- A friendly dog leaping on a Frisbee outside the Veterinarian Fraternity.
- Hundreds of underdressed undergraduates returning to campus, getting very excited about things like decks of playing cards and free checking accounts.
- The empty aisles of the local Target store after three days of back-to-school frenzy. It looked like Vikings had raided the hardware section. All that was left were a few drop cloths and a toilet plunger.
- 1 big grouchy falcon
- 2 dead squirrels (Connection?)
- Hills. Calf-developing, 45-degree-angle, don’t-drop-that-bowling-ball-or-you’ll-kill-someone, Swiss Alp-style hills.
- Orioles, goldfinches, cardinals and other birds with irrefutable fashion sense.
- Students throwing stones across the library roof in order to make a nifty PLOINK! noise and incidentally contributing to the erosion of the roof drainage system. Never underestimate the power of a nifty PLOINK! noise. The big “Stone Throwing is Prohibited” sign on the roof seems only to have institutionalized this pastime. I often watch people walk by, see the sign, get this “oh yeah, I forgot about the stone thing” look on their face, and then toss a stone. Way to go with the totally intimidating sign. I think we as librarians have to accept the fact that we are not, in any way, sources of fear or respect among potential stone throwers, and our stern signs are really just sad attempts to influence a demographic that we can never truly reach or even understand.
- Beavers. Two. Swimming in the pond outside the Lab of Ornithology. Their tails are HUGE.
- A storm brewing that looks like it will hit just in time for my walk home, giving me the much needed shower that I missed this morning due to the no-sleep-spiders-will-eat-me incident mentioned earlier.