Like the fact that I’ve published in a scholarly journal. Okay, so it’s not like a super awesome groundbreaking study. But it is very public health librarian-esque. And looking back at it, I remember reviewing all of those sites and writing up the annotations. Twas fun that was. Wow.
Jaeggli, M., & Mitchell, A. (2007). SBIRT – Screening, Brief Intervention, Referral, and Treatment. Journal of Addictions Nursing, 18(4), 237-238.
Sorry, that was a bit indulgent. I’m grasping at straws to keep myself motivated enough to do my school work.
Also, my summer project will formally go live this week.
I started the summer with a big idea and quickly found myself getting a crash course in multiple content management systems. The two systems I’ve been using are Omeka and Drupal. I can’t show the first yet, but it is looking pretty cool. I’ll post that link Sept. 15th when the site goes live. The second is a personal site using Drupal: www.spinninguncensored.com/drupal. It’s a bit messy in places. But that’s because it’s one big learning experiment. The cookbook is pretty cool though.
For fun, I’ve been watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Yeah, I recognize that I should have been watching these in 1998 along with the rest of my peers, but I wasn’t hip on all the cool shows back then. Now, I mostly ignore TV. Nothing to do with being hip, because that I so am. See above paragraph.
It should make noise
it should easily snag on claws
it should have a tail
it shouldn’t take more than five minutes to make
it should require recycled material
it should be ugly.
That’s right, cat toys are often designed to appeal to the human, not the cat. They are going to end up ratty looking anyway, so why bother making it pretty?
How do you know if your toy is a success? Immediately upon receiving new toy, your cat walks away from you, toy in mouth like a dead mouse and starts to torture it at the base of his favorite scratching post. Sans catnip mind you. If it’s a really good toy, it will remain a favorite for over a month.
It struck me while reading a paper this evening, that there are some words that become as familiar to you as your own name. It’s not just the look of the word or its sound. It’s the context, feelings and memories that are associated with the word. It’s how often you hear and read it. That word for me is ‘library.’ What’s your word?
Right. Another feature of Spinning Uncensored long neglected. But then, for many months there I wasn’t reading any books or watching movies or much tv. Rhianna was about the best I could come up with, and because she was mentally the least taxing, I was able to get through the end of last fall semester without blowing my last fuse.
But, moving on:
Keeping It Real (Quantum Gravity, Book 1) by Justina Robson. She currently has three books out in this series and one more out in Aug 2009. Quality trashy Sci-Fi. I was very entertained by the notion of a cyborg human housing an elf soul, married to an elf/demon and demon. Two husbands mind you and neither human. Thank you Ms. Robson for putting all of my many issues to rest.
What to Eat by Marion Nestle. She answers those most essential questions about food that drift through the back of your mind but then are quickly forgot.
NBC Kings. For the moment I’m finding this show entertaining. It’s sort of on the edge though. More dirt, more scandal please. More humor, more something…
The last of Battlestar Galactica. May she rest in peace. I had issues with the final half of the ending. Problems with story/cinematic continuity.
The Moth podcasts, especially Mike Birbiglia and his story about sleepwalking. I believe I listened to that story, oh, maybe 6 times.
And I’m enjoying That 1 Guy, a far cry from Rhianna. For your viewing pleasure:
J- and I took a long bike ride today through Emeryville and Berkeley. I had to keep him from plowing on ahead up the Albany hill. He was really excited for a moment there. But it’s a really big hill. All told, we biked approximately 13 miles. Nothing compared to the 80 miles one of our friends does every weekend.
The human skull looks a bit long in the face, but I was using my iPhone and it tends to do that. See last post on my current camera situation.
Help me name them by submitting ideas in the comments. One is your generic skull, and one is a golden eagle skull. The human skull may be the model of future hat projects.
I have had three different instances of food poisoning in the span of one year. Each one with very different symptoms. Two from restaurants. This last one is from a faulty fridge. Here’s the email I sent to my friend about my discovery:
Subject: Food safety barometers
Hi ———-,
I have a small story you’ll get a small kick out of. This morning, while hanging out in bed for a few extra minutes, I noticed a book that I didn’t immediately recognize. It was your “What to Eat” book. So I started reading the section on dairy and pasteurization. Interesting stuff, as you well know. Then I got to the section on temperature and the NYC sell by date of milk and then something dawned on me. I’ve had low level food poisoning. The last few days Jake and I have been monitoring the temperature of our fridge and trying to lower it. All week I’ve been saying “no thanks” to even the smallest doses of dairy and starting to speculate that something else is going on . And yes it is the dairy and no it isn’t. The milk (which is my special brand for lactose freaks) hasn’t gone bad per se because the fridge is still on the cool side, but not quite cold enough to keep bad bacteria from growing. I’ve got a really sensitive digestive system, which Jake doesn’t. Weird.
Anyway, it’s a good thing I haven’t returned that book to you yet, and it’s a good thing I have today off so that I can find that damn receipt. Otherwise there would have been two more cases of food poisoning. –mia
Oh ugh. Now I have to pitch a bunch of food (costly) and get the refrigerator repaired. And I’ve also come to the realization that I have to also replace the battery in my laptop and in my camera. More costly. Update: I dropped said camera and subsequently broke the zoom.
Nontheless! I am not down about all of this. These are all highly manageable things. Plus, I have the day off, the cats are chasing a fly and sunning themselves, it’s a gorgeous day out and I intend to ride my bike up to Solano Ave. and purchase myself a generic cast skull and look at bones. I’ve also finished a pair of socks. It only took me a year.
Happy Cesar Chavez Day
Fridge update 3-28-09: the repair guy came out and thought that the compressor might be going. He was rather stumped, said it didn’t look promising and went his merry way. Actually, he was a very nice and earnest guy. So, I cranked the temperature down, took a reading 10 hours later and was satisfied that it was cold enough to keep going. J- and I decided to run it til it dies. Heck, why not? It’s just past it’s year warranty. And either this is all in my head and the fridge will run for ever, or the fridge is not very long for this world. We’ll just have to wait and see. Meanwhile, there is no hope for my camera. J- dissected it to the bare bones. Shocked himself in the process too.
