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Saturday, January 26, 2013

Facial Hair And Other Complaints

I should warn my readers that I'm a bit pissy after plucking about 892 hairs out of my face, lest I be seen on TV a proof Bigfoot exists. Thank goodness for bangs because my eyebrow was looking mighty scary. Sadly, my bangs weren't long enough to cover my half of the twin mustaches my husband and I were sporting. Anyhow, I just need to make note of a few things:

1. Equating the word cunt with the idea of someone who is nasty, mean, obnoxious, arrogant, etc. is similar to equating the word 'gay' with stupid. Both are incredibly offensive because they are affixing a negative connotation to words that are anything but. A cunt is a vagina. It might be unkempt, styled or vajazzled, but it most certainly doesn't have an offensive personality. Consider that when you call someone a cunt, you are kind of complimenting them. A vagina is pretty tough and meant to withstand a lot (childbirth?).

2. I'm still unsure of why so many individual rights are determined by the masses. Don't agree with same-sex marriage? Don't get one. Why should your rights to have a lovely, picture perfect heterosexual marriage have anything to do with your neighbors right to have the same thing- hetero or homosexual? I, for one, can not wait to see so many of my loved ones get married and drink far too much wine at their weddings. I don't care what the gender or sex of the person they are marrying is, as long as they are happy and loved. I just can't believe that in 2013 I'm still seeing this archaic debate being played out in a supposedly 'progressive' nation. But really, why am I surprised?

3. In the forty-five minutes it took me to write, delete, and re-write this blog, I'm fairly certain every last one of my eyebrows has grown back in with full force. I don't know how I was ever plagued with this much hair on my head. 

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Not Quite The Sexy Librarian

...that I'd hoped to be, but shit happens. Most of that shit is summed up pretty easily:
The GRE's were a bitch
There's not a library anywhere that's seriously hiring and paying anyone at all
I never did master knotting my hair with a pencil

Until reading an article on the relevancy of books in 2013, I didn't even consider why I had wanted to go into library science. I don't just love reading books. I enjoy browsing stacks of books, holding a book in my hand, flipping the pages, falling in love, and then sharing this magic with someone else. So, when this article suggested several ways to keep books alive in an increasingly digital age, I couldn't help but take the author's advice to heart. If we want to keep books alive than we have to read them and promote them. 

For my first book of 2013 we have:

This is the fourth Walt Longmire book that I've read. It's not the best series, but it's entertaining and different from what I'm used to. The sheriff, Longmire, is your typical modern cowboy: a bit of a luddite who loves his daughter, his job, and his hat. His best friend, Henry Standing Bear, is an Indian (word choice intended) who lives on the local reservation and helps Longmire solve the local murder mysteries when he's not too busy running his bar. In this book, the reader flip-flops between today and the late 60's as a current murder in Wyoming coincides with a part of Longmire's past that he wrongly assumed was left behind in Vietnam.