Recently, the academic library where I work banned a patron for viewing 'pornographic images' in the computer lab. Replete with police escort and post-office style criminal photo at the ref desk, the whole scene has sparked some seriously unnecessary melodrama and a personal re-evaluation of the duties of the library ( Read more... )

Amusing thought for the day:

The LOC classification for the Holy Bible begins "BS"

(And they say all librarians are liberal-minded...)

Sitting through a lecture on Heraclitus, I couldn't help but wanting to scrawl something in my notes to the effect of ( Read more... )

So... I quit the damn law firm. Today was my last day. I am INCREDIBLE at quitting jobs. I wish I could get a job where I helped people quit jobs. That's my true calling ( Read more... )

Why am I so surprised to see the buttercups? Did I really think they would cease growing? Just because I went into a death-like psychotic hell, that doesn't mean the damn flora did as well ( Read more... )

I'm convinced that women are the stronger sex, because men absolutely refuse to be. They've no concept of humility, and consider their own egos so goddamn important to the proliferation of the species, that we women really ought to deny our own emotions in order to assure male self-confidence.

What, you mean I did something wrong? You can't ( Read more... )

When I was a precocious fifth grader, I decided that when I grew up I'd write a book that revolutionized all of those anti-feminist fairy tales, turning the woman into the savior, or at very least, presenting equitable ability and social mobility. I may not have opted for the sociology degree, or really done yet much in the way of publishing... ( Read more... )

Right now ( Read more... )

Do you know how I think of sex? I imagine myself like a viola, and the man a bow... Playing my body (hopefully with some expertise), by gracefully cradling the instrument in his arms, and shifting it to aid the production of music. He uses his sceptre on the strings, transforming it to an artist's tool, a wand, rather than a blunt, ornate show ( Read more... )

Could it be that I am actually dreaming in prose? I swear by moon and stars, I was narrating this morning's sex dream. Giving life to the emotions through description.. Who are these muses that want me to take pen to infidelity? And it was good material! By Jove, if I can get it down at 5PM...