Monthly Archives: November 2007
Nothing to be done
I’d be posting on the 20th, in fact, I am writing this on the 20th, but BT has run gleefully away with the internet connection and who can say when you will be reading this. [This applies in any case, … Continue reading
I have homework due tomorrow
Library of Congress Subject Headings make no sense. I spent the morning wrestling with the definitive four volume 2005 edition, and they make no sense. Also, they make no sense to anyone else either. I know, I know, I should … Continue reading
Guilty pleasures
Things I have done today: Dressed in tracksuit bottoms so elderly there’s a couple of places you can practically read through them, and an orange tee-shirt of more than usual grottiness. Read the newspapers. Put a shirt wash on, then, … Continue reading
So many ideas, so little brain
I had a lovely idea for a post. It was something to do with librarianship coursework, subject headings, and my poetry book collection. Unfortunately, I had said lovely idea while on a train, and when I got off the train, … Continue reading
Long dark night of the prawn cracker
We have a pointless, somewhat masochistic ritual in mid-November. We get in beer, and a takeaway, and our best bad attitudes, and we pile all these up in front of the telly and watch Children in Need until the small … Continue reading
A reading meme – Libraries!
Cheerfully, shamelessly, swiped from Charlotte. 1. Do you remember learning to read? How old were you? Like Scout in To Kill A Mockingbird, I never learnt to read. My mother remembers playing with flash-cards with me when I was two … Continue reading
The elbows of Morpheus are bony
I am a tired Reed. With insomnia. I am very well aware that listening to people droning on about their blasted insomnia is a good narcotic. So I shan’t. I shall go and paste vague, emotional and misspelt comments all … Continue reading
I am not in the least bit bored
Day in the life of a full-time mature student with a part-time job: 7:00 Get up. No, really, get up. Get up. Get up. Get the hell up already. 7:20 GET. THE. HELL. UP. 7:30 Drink tea in front of … Continue reading
Glitch. And Son of Glitch. And damn.
I have just found out, to my intense irritation, that some of my posts don’t appear in all browsers or at all times or on all computers. I swear, I really swear, I am posting daily. But the internet gremlins … Continue reading
At Night the Rain
The headache, she persisteth, oy vey. What a bloody waste of a weekend. I shall have to offer you a little more antique verse, while I lie down again and fuss because I find reading even so much as detective … Continue reading

