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[I gave up Twitter during Lent earlier this year and wrote my "return to" when Lent was done and never posted it. Why? I have no effing idea why this was not posted, other than clearly I was hitting the crack pipe. - Lisa 11/20/09]

Going 40 days without Twitter was an interesting experience as I’m terrible at moderation — it’s either feast or famine with me. This is one of the reasons why quitting smoking has always been so hard for me: I WANTED just one cigarette and then I would smoke 12, which meant I would have to buy a pack or bum from someone and the whole smoking process would start all over again. The only way I kicked it this time was not hang out with smokers, which is easy to do since I don’t know any smokers on the east side of the state.

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[Ed. note: I started writing this at the end of January of 2009 but never published it for whatever mystery reason I may have had at the time. Nearly 11 months later (eep!), a lot of what is written here is still highly relevant, so I'm cleaning it up and pubbing it.]

I wish I had some witty story about a patron to give this entry more punch but the best I can come up with is the “faculty” dude who came and started yelling at me about “throwing out those kids” who were apparently disturbing his royal highness while he was working. I was, at the time of the yelling, walking over to work with another patron who needed access on the all access computer (no Internet access but allows students to install and run software for classes. Thus, “all access” is kind of moot, I suppose.). Even though I motioned that I would be with him in a second, he kept yelling across the open area about how they were bothering and disturbing him and I HAD BETTER DO SOMETHING!

Right sparky, I’ll get right on that.

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Back in July, a slew of librarians wrote about their experiences covering one day (or some cases, several days) of their day to day life as a librarian. And by slew, I mean dozens and judging by the PbWorks page, maybe hundreds? Not only were the blogs collected into PbWorks, but they were also tweeted and reshared on Twitter with the hashtag, #librarydayinthelife.

The point of this exercise was to illustrate how wildly different the tasks and jobs were from a plethora of librarians and library staff, clearly showing that while the MLIS degree to some extent can be pretty generic, what is expected of us really varies on the location and job title we are given. And if this little exercise doesn’t showcase that we as a profession are beyond the bun-glasses-orthopedic shoes stereotype and the flexibility of the job really IS there, then I don’t know if anything really will.

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Last week, to put it succinctly, was the week from hell.

I left for St. Louis to present at a conference on Wednesday, came home mid-afternoon Friday only to immediately head to the Fox Theatre with Justin to see Bob Dylan play Friday night. Saturday morning, after dropping Wednesday off at the dog boarders, we drove to Kalamazoo to see our friends Lauren and Eric get married. Sunday, after a pit stop at IKEA, we headed home where I was able to finally couch for the first time, it seemed, in weeks.

I only checked email twice on Monday. Twice! Clearly, I was tired and overworked.

Justin and I have been having a lot of conversations on what’s going to happen with me when on-campus classes are done for me in May (I’ll still be doing a few online classes for the summer session): I’ll be out of a job (the graduate program kicks students off of student assistantships after 36 credit hours and I hit 42 or 44 May 2010), Justin and I are getting married (to get health benefits – srsly), we’re moving somewhere but we’re not sure where. And then there is the honeymoon to contend with (UK? Italy? For how long?). In a short amount of time, a lot of stuff is going to be happening and I can’t plan for it because it is all dependent on whether or not I get a job offer and if so, where I’m going. And on top of that, if I don’t get a job offer, where do we move to? Justin has the luxury of telecommuting, and I know that if I can’t find a job in X time, he will support me, but I don’t want to have to do that.

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Title says it all, pretty much.

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When I moved back to Grand Rapids in December of 2002, I made a promise to myself that the only place I would want to live is in Eastown, a wonderfully hip and fun area that reminds me of Ann Arbor (in which A2 is always considered to be Michigan’s answer to Berkeley), just on a incredibly smaller scale. It took several years before I would end up living in Eastown, and for 3.5 years, I had a ramshakle apartment on Norwood Ave that gave me 5 minute walk to some of the better eateries, pubs/bars and shops in the whole of Grand Rapids area. In the last few years, other walkable neighborhoods have started popping up such as Cherry Hill, Diamond District, Downtown and the burgeoning midtown areas. But Eastown has always been my first love and it is here I always come to visit when I come back to visit the ‘rents. And if there is any chance of moving back to Grand Rapids, Eastown would be the first place we would look to live.

The one thing that Eastown has that I have not found duplicated anywhere I have traveled is Wolfgang’s, one of the (bar none) best breakfast places ever. And ever, I mean ever. There is nothing like Wolfgang’s anywhere — it is not their extensive breakfast menu, their awesome hazelnut coffee or the familiarity of their waitstaff who recognize me when I come in — it’s the whole attitude of breakfast that presented. It’s not some highfalutin, overly priced restaurant where one gets some “fusion” dish that fails horribly (Muse in Royal Oak, I’m looking at you) or has a limited sampling of breakfast entrees (most breakfast places), but over and over again, they have pages upon pages of delicous, artery hardening, weight gaining breakfast. It is no wonder they are consistently voted the number one breakfast place everywhere in the local “best of” polls.

My favorite, something I have tried to duplicate by ordering separate dishes at other places, is the Keane: Southern style biscuits and gravy, topped with corned beef hash and scrambled eggs. I think one of the reasons I could never go vegetarian is the promise of no more Keane, something that I would gladly travel hundreds of miles to have.

Wolfgang’s has become the staple to visit when I come into town, not a visit goes by where I’m here at least once. When Justin and I end up moving to our nesting spot and if that place ends up outside of Michigan, I’ll lament not missing friends and family, but I’ll lament missing out on Wolfgang’s.

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I’ve been a bit lax on the whole “digitally document my life” thing, understandably due to heavy work and school load this past week that was unforeseen last Sunday. I’ve got a few days to fill in (and which they will be backdated so I’m not terribly sure how they will translate to updating Twitter and LiveJournal), but I’m really keen on getting these uploaded sometime soon. Also, interestingly enough, I brought everything with me to power/transfer my camera but not the camera itself. The camera on my phone takes fairly decent shots but the system of shooting, uploading and fixing is a bit more kludgy than I’d like.

This partial weekend, I’m in Grand Rapids visiting fam and heading to a few doctors appointments. Now that my insurance has changed, finally, from one job to the next, I’m honoring a few appointments I have left before I start the process of digging for a new set of doctors in Detroit.

With that being said, Mumsy and I went out to lunch today and on our way back to her house, we stopped at Biggby Coffee so that I could load up on caffeine. I ordered a 24oz iced Mocha Mocha, which contains copious amounts of espresso but also interestingly enough, while it is labeled as “Sugar Free,” my iced Mocha Mocha came with whipped topping and chocolate syrup. What would have made this even more priceless is if I had this made with skim milk.

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Darcee, Mindy and myself went to Edinburgh for my 34th birthday a few years ago. While there, we made our home at the Haymarket Bar, where I made friends with a Kiwi bartender named Bryan who helped us liberate Tennent’s pint glasses a few days before we left.

Ever since then, this pint glass has become my de facto drinking glass for everything from coffee, to beer, to pop and even the occasional boring glass of water. It’s one of my favorite drinking glasses and it has served, for the last three years, as one of more memorable tributes of that trip more than anything else.

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Recently Justin and I had a quasi-dinner party where 80% of the guests were Twittering the entirety of our night. [Rats! We never incorporated a hashtag for easy following!] Justin (1), the anti-2.0 zealot, later remarked we spent so much time social networking electronically, that we forgot to socialize in person. “You know it’s bad when I’m the social life of the party,” he quipped, which is true. When dealing with a man who balks at the idea of wearing “big boy shoes” when we go out, this is not someone you expect to be flittering about the room at any social event — and yet, to some extent that night, he was.

[Insert vaguely entertaining and interesting thought process on what it means to be digital in the 21st century, having been on the interwebs since 1994.]

I had recently been thinking about how to construct digital biblotyke. and was close coming to the decision that I wanted to record every day for the next year in photos, Tweets, journal entries and more. The conversation with Justin along with inspiration of some tweeps (Fee in particular of her near daily shots of Devon) pushed me to the direction I needed to go. At the very least, I wanted a photo of my world published everyday to keep track of the world around me. There may be more than one image/photo/tweet/video/podcast per day but I wanted at least one thing everyday.

And to appease my newly honed librarian-skillz, I’m cataloging my world by creating my own folksonomy that best compliments it. So take that!

1. My boyfriend, soon to be fiancée. Often referred to as “TheBF.”