February 9th, 2004

small girl in big world [_extraflamey_]

"years go by and i'll still be waiting, for somebody else to understand"

I suspect jennyo archives every Lilah fic in existence, but still, first time anyone’s ever asked to archive something i wrote. Made my morning.

Church service was okay. I guess there’s only so much you can say about “Taking the leap of faith,” and i respect that Peter wasn’t at his best having just spent a day in Maine (4 hour drive each way) and i liked the image of life being a series of trapeze swings, but all in all i was underwhelmed.

Sidenote. I’m still getting used to this whole idea that there’s a set rotation of texts, so you and everyone else around the world are studying that Scripture that day. I knew Catholic churches did that, but i thought in Protestant churches the preacher just picked. (Though that does mean you have to deal with some of the Scripture you have difficulty with, can’t just do all the easy ones you could preach on in your sleep.) But then, my church wasn’t exactly typical. Almost every other church i’ve been to does an Old Testament and a New Testament reading, but my church always had just the one. I think the other N’wood Protestant churches we went to during summer services did just the one, ‘cause i remember being weirded out at Vespers (or perhaps at the chapel service i went to around that time) first year that there was more than one Scripture reading.

My program had a cross on a hill drawn on it, and i thought i recognized the name as one of the older kids, so i was a bit surprised at the simplicity of the drawing, but Peter explained that Tessa had asked the children to draw a picture of their favorite Bible stories, and that was what was on the programs. I think there were 4 different covers. One was David and Goliath. If asked my favorite Bible story i’m not sure i would think of the Crucifixion, in part because i compartmentalize it separately from the classic Sunday School “Bible stories,” but it made me really happy that one of the kids said it was her favorite Bible story.

During coffee hour, a woman named Carolyn came up to me, “You’re the Smith girl, right?” I laughed, though of course, except when applejuicegirl comes with me, i am the only Smithie who attends services there. She was quite nice, and i also chatted with MJ and Jenny and Marcia, the church treasurer, whom i hadn’t met before.

I haven’t really had anything to say on the Fairy Tales and Gender discussion board, but then people posted about the Olga Broumas poem and i had to seriously disagree with one of them. And then there were interesting discussions about the Anne Sexton poem. And then of course, some people (not just me) have read on to the Angela Carter tales for Thursday and are talking about those. I half-expect to have 10 posts of substance (a requirement for the course) by the time the week is out. I have 9 posts so far; i can think of at least 1 or 2 off the top of my head that were only a few sentences, and at least 3 or 4 that are very much of substance. (A lot of them are medium and i don’t know how high Betsey’s standards are.) Getting excited about discussing literature reminds me why i’m an English major in the first place, and i hope it continues through the semester.

I also started the 2-pager on Angela Carter for Thursday. I feel bad that i’m adding to the giant pile of papers for Betsey (it’s the last option for the 1st paper, so of course the majority of the class is doing it) but none of the readings/topics thereon grabbed me like i knew Carter would.

I’m mostly caught up on the econ reading (everything we’ve done in class has made sense, but i’d like to work to further solidify it) and did the easy worksheet (the only thing i absolutely had to get done for Monday -- and for 9am thereon, to boot).

I’ve done all of my reading except for Robinson Crusoe, which i’ve been plodding through. It’s really not any more exciting the second time through. One of the options for our response paper is obscenely easy, and i was gonna feel bad choosing it, but really, i have better things to do. So i reread the relevant section (which was a rather large chunk of the book, in actuality) and wrote the 2-pager. I’ll finish reading the rest of the book on Monday. (Class isn’t until Tuesday.)

My copy is the exact edition from my Oxford class, only the back has a gold emblazoned “Instructor’s Desk Copy;” Doug wasn’t kidding when he said he had spare desk copies ;)

Heads up to those rare Smithies i know. E-mail from Cate: "I'm adamantly looking for people who write from middle-of-the-road or conservative perspectives. Get your less liberal friends to write for Op/Ed! Or, try writing from a different perspective."

Quick search for fic for phineasjones made me realize that in the rash of ficathons i’ve seen recently, there has been no Lindsey ficathon. Someone do one so that i don’t, because there is already far more that i want to do than i have time for.

The world it is small. I knew this already. Smith-the-incestuous-bubble reminds me of this frequently, but occasionally something happens and i just boggle.

One of our big goals for February is to split up the overloaded concept of "friends", turning it into separate categories relating to who you read on your friends page, who you trust to read your entries, who you know in real life, etc. This will allow us to cluster this information and put it into memcache, so we'll be freeing up system resources along the way.
What would really be great would be if there were a way for us to be able to add users to an "i trust this person to read my LJ" without having to have them on our friendspage (other than using filters when we view our friendspage).
hermione by oatmilk

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This evening i looked on the syllabus and saw that the Robinson Crusoe paper isn't due until Thursday. Oh well, i'm glad to have it done as i have plenty else to do this week.

Had the creepiest phone call at work today. Guy wants to send something to this woman at her work. He knows she works at a museum in this area but doesn't know which one. I didn't recognize her name at all, which made me glad, as i'm not sure what i would have done if she had actually worked for us. His story just got weirder and weirder as he told it. I would have come up with a far less stalkerish sounding story if i were in his position, but maybe that's just me.

Katy must have had projects last week, 'cause when i went to do the filing i saw a fax i had written up to be filed near the end of my shift last Wednesday. Oh well. Stacey says i can't complain about having to do the filing since why would anyone else do it when i do "such a bang-up job of it"?

I could have spent much of my shift finishing reading Robinson Crusoe, but i moved files instead. We transfered one section of files to a new filing cabinet so that we can space out the existing files more; some drawers are so packed one can barely access them. Since i'm the one who does almost all the filing anyway, i was rather eager to make them more user-friendly. I didn't quite finish, but barring any major projects i'll definitely finish on Wednesday, which will make me happy.

We started cleaning the trunk room (the storage area on the bottom floor, for those of you who don't go to Smith). I was regretting having signed up for the first shift as it would mean dealing with the worst of it, but it turned out that we mostly just cleaned up the spillover room. Phys Plant is gonna come in and take out all the ruined stuff from the trunk room and fix it so it won't flood and then we'll go through the remaining stuff so it's no longer a fire hazard or anything. There's stuff in there from people who graduated in 1998; it's crazy. And people leave some of the weirdest shit. Nail polish, lamps, mini-fridges, electronics, etc. (HP Liz was psyched to snag a rice cooker.) There's this whole set of tupperware with toiletries and makeup and prescription drugs. No names, nothing. And we get to track down the people who haven't yet graduated (and thus forfeited claim to their stuff) but have moved out of the house and have them come and take their shit. Note to the populus: do not lock your bike to a couch. We actually have two separate bikes locked to two separate couches down there. (It's ground level so there are bike racks in there, but you can't find space on a bike rack so you lock it to a couch?) Tons of books, which get added to the house library. After the week is over i'm gonna go through and reorganize. DeeDee found $17 in a purse. Also, a gay porn mag. Two separate people said, "You should put that in the library," so that's where it is. (Joe, were you at P'stone when one of the yard sale boxes included an anniversary edition Playboy and i said send it to Dedham and Diane said trash it?) I also found a Neilson book, due June 2000. The person must have just paid a replacement fee, 'cause you can't graduated owing obligations, but i'll drop it off on my way to class tomorrow anyway. Liz also got Val's graduation gown. Diana found a second one and gave it to me. (Can we believe i have a graduation gown more than a year in advance? Note to self: thrift for white dresses for Ivy Day this summer.) Liz said i should lend it to a senior this year, which makes sense. Too bad this wasn't last year when i actually knew tons of seniors. (Especially since i'll be here for much of Senior Week if not Commencement, thanks to my UMass class, but that's another story.)

Now, off to check e-mail, f'list, and discussion board. Early to bed tomorrow night, yo.

edit: 11:15pm and i am going to bed. Nice.