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| Wow, it's been ages since I last updated. Let's see, what have I been up to...
Not all that much, honestly, except work. But I have been volunteering at the Historical Society of Delaware every Friday, which has been a lot more fun than I expected. I'm cataloging their recent donations, which means that I get to deal with everything from odd commemorative yardsticks to military uniforms.
It's actually helped me realize that hands-on history can be just as much fun as written history. Which sort of surprised me. I'm not usually a hands-on person. However, I find the challenge of trying to find out more about each object to be fun.
For example, we recently got a World War I and a World War II uniform. The HSD didn't have any real information about what the patches and insignia meant, so I did some online research and found out about everything except one ribbon. *narrows her eyes* That darn thing! But I had fun trying to find all the stuff, even with the occasional frustrations.
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| Hehhhh. I picked up an amusing story here: Reuters
Basically, the British Royal Academy--one of the "best" galleries--mistakenly thought that a piece of slate with a piece of wood sticking up on its top was a piece of art. Er, no. Actually, it was the base for an actual sculpture of a head which had--and this is the ironic part--been REJECTED by the academy. Uhhhh, I think something's wrong when the actual art gets rejected while its support gets accepted...
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| So, yesterday, I emailed a friend at school to ask her if she had a textbook that I need for next semester. Then I THINK that I dreamt that she IM'd me and rather brusquely informed me that she didn't have it.
I say I think that it was a dream because I honestly cannot tell. There have been a few times over the last few years that I have experienced something in a dream that seemed so real that, for the next few days, I couldn't quite tell if I had really dreamt it or experienced it.
It's a bit worrying, frankly, but fortunately everything so far has been just illogical enough as to persuade me that it was certainly from a dream. For example, I don't think my boss really was suddenly about 6 months pregnant as of a year ago after having no boyfriend or previous signs of pregnancy.
I am still a tad concerned though, I will admit.
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| Read this book. Seriously. It is a very fun read.
Now, usually, I wouldn't expect that from a restaurant critic of all people. But you see, this critic had a unique problem: her picture was literally posted in all the upscale restaurants in NYC when she went to work for the Times. She couldn't go anywhere without special service. So, she designed a unique solution: she became someone else.
Using the help of an old friend who had been in the theater, she started to create new identities for herself, making herself older or more flamboyent or more quiet than her norm in order to match her dramtically different appearances. It's really fascinating how much everything changes when you make yourself act like someone else, and her writing is very engaging and doesn't bore.
So, buy a copy. Get one from your local library. Whatever. Just go enjoy it! It's worth it.
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| So, I'm home.
Survived finals, though the last one had me worried all week--then wasn't quite as bad as I'd thought.
We have been having on and off pouring rain here all day and some of yesterday--plus a thunderstorm that just passed by. The thunderstorm was actually very interesting; we had a rainbow--I'm talking a full rainbow arch--in our back-yard and our neighbor's yard. This proved something.
There really is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Sorry to smash all your hopes...
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