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[Spend the whole day classifying and organizing everything, own desk is a mess]
To my “organization freak” cred, it’s an organized mess.
My mess isn’t organized… Library school. No time to clean the things.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz5sg6AChR1r8rqtqo1_500.jpg)
[Spend the whole day classifying and organizing everything, own desk is a mess]
To my “organization freak” cred, it’s an organized mess.
My mess isn’t organized… Library school. No time to clean the things.
The Librarian, 1947 Vocational Guidance Film from Holmes (Burton) Films, Ltd. From the Prelinger Archive.
So much and so little has changed in the LIS profession in the last 65 years…
You’ve heard them about a bagillion times before, and every December they are played over and over again, yup, it’s the same old Christmas and Holiday songs. But have you ever noticed that some of the lyrics are just down right creepy? Check out this video for my Top 5 Creepy and Sexist Christmas Songs.
For more information and a full transcript visit Feminist Frequency
THANK YOU. I am so glad “Baby It’s Cold Outside” made this list as number one. It’s not cute. It’s not romantic. It’s fucking date rape.
Agreed!!! This Hour has 22 Minutes parodied it in their Christmas special on the CBC last week and it was kind of awesome: [video may only work in Canada…]
http://www.cbc.ca/video/#/Shows/22_Minutes/Clips/1287245959/ID=2176614433
Last night was the first time since moving to southwestern Ontario earlier this fall that I watched a Sens-Leafs game on tv. It felt like I was behind enemy lines or something. I kept expecting to hear screams of agony from the neighbouring apartments every time we scored (this unfortunately did not happen).
On the plus side: Sens merchandise doesn’t get sold out in half a second here like it does in Ottawa! I have my Sens snuggie (YES THEY EXIST) draped over the sofa in victory!!!!!
In Flanders Fields, by Lt-Col John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Au champ d’honneur, traduit par Major Jean Pariseau
Au champ d’honneur, les coquelicots
Sont parsemés de lot en lot
Auprès des croix; et dans l’espace
Les alouettes devenues lasses
Mêlent leurs chants au sifflement
Des obusiers.
Nous sommes morts,
Nous qui songions la veille encor’
À nos parents, à nos amis,
C’est nous qui reposons ici,
Au champ d’honneur.
À vous jeunes désabusés,
À vous de porter l’oriflamme
Et de garder au fond de l’âme
Le goût de vivre en liberté.
Acceptez le défi, sinon
Les coquelicots se faneront
Au champ d’honneur.
11/11/11
Rule #1 of Canadian show biz:
Whatever Paul Anka says, immediately comes to be.
(Rule #2 of Canadian show biz: It’s only a matter of time before George Stroumboulopoulos shows up.)
Watching a Vlogbrothers video and a Google Ad comes up for Battle of the Blades.
What a coincidence… the #1 and #2 things I look at on youtube, nerdfighting and figure skating…
(this literally occurred two minutes after I twitter-stalked the BOTB contestants. ooooooh Google you know me too well apparently…)
My relatives from Montreal are over for Thanksgiving dinner. We are, of course, all glued to the screen for Winnipeg’s home opener against Montreal. The living room explodes every time the puck gets near the Jets’ net.
Aaaaaaand we’re back to fighting between CBC and RDS for the commentary…
I love my family. Change pas, les gars.
Home for Thanksgiving! And what a journey it was. Two and a half hours waiting on a crowded platform when my bus was SUPERLATE, three seconds in downtown Toronto, and a midnight snack at some weird restaurant at the side of the highway near Sharbot Lake….
All this to say, normal posting will resume after this weekend! At some point! I swear!
Jayne Torvill, a British ice dancer, who, with Christopher Dea, won a gold medal at the 1984 Winter Olympics and a bronze medal at the 1994 Winter Olympics, born in 1957.
Read more about her life on Today in Women’s History.
I love ice dance, and these two are true innovators of the sport. :) Speaking of Christopher Dean, he choreographed Vanessa Crone and Paul Poirier’s free dance for the 2010-2011 season, another innovative program conceptually.
