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free until they cut me down

I’m done working for the WPL and am happy about it. My last few shifts were filled with not a lot of anguish. A big chunk of that comes from my bouncing around between branches in my brief career here. I’ve left before and come back and left and returned. It’s old news. We don’t need to make a big deal out of anything (though there was cake and a card).

And Sinatra’s no longer my cat. She didn’t get in with the Siamese Rescue place so I took her to the Humane Society yesterday. Which sucked. I filled out a profile for her, about what she likes and what she doesn’t. Ideally this means she’ll get adopted by someone who’ll suit her. And if not, well, I’m not thinking about that. This is a Schrodinger’s Cat situation for me now, and I’ll let that indeterminacy prevail.

Although thinking of cats, seriously, watch the Cat Whisperer bit in this Blamimation. One of many great Cesar Millan-ish lines from it: “A cat is just a piece of living furniture. When your duvet cover acts up do you try to get help for it? No. You throw it away. You throw it in the garbage.” If you’re a cat person who doesn’t like bleak humour it might not be as funny. I love the concept of the bit, how Cesar Millan is so sensitive to dogs and has such disregard for cats. Comedy gold.

Tomorrow we hit the road for Chicago and I’m excited. I’ve been threatening people with trips to their big library, but I hadn’t realized the Field Museum has the world’s largest Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton. So that’s my vote for Saturday. And when I say “vote” I mean “thing I will have a tantrum about if I don’t get to see.” And when I say “tantrum” I mean “honest and frank exchange of ideas in a civilized manner.” (The fact that Saturday is the annual July Dinosaur Comics Check Out My Sweet Shirt, And Then Talk To Me Because I’m Awesome Day just sweetens the deal.)

And then off to China! For a month because I can. I’m bringing a whole pile of books with me for the trip. “But Justin, won’t that be heavy?” No! Because I’m doing a librarianaut experiment with an ereader. I’ve put like a hundred books (public domain, creative commons or otherwise sans-DRM) on a little Sony Reader (they recently dropped the prices on these guys) and we’ll see how well this works.

Oh, do you know about Librarianaut? That’s where I’ve shunted all my book reviews and stories about libraries to. After my disciplinary hearing I cleaned all the names out of the library stories so people like Dickie Voldemort can’t get pissed off that I’m fucking up their Google reputations. And to be fair, some of the stories I told are about people who weren’t malicious in their incompetence, so whatever. And Dickie’s weren’t even about his incompetence in specific, but the administration’s in general. But anyway. It’s over and I’ve got a fun new website. See, I can learn and grow and will be a wonderfuckingful librarian despite what clueless assholes might think! Hooray for everything!

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you have your sods and here are some additional odds

This week has not been as crazy as my lack of posting might make it seem. On Wednesday I was sitting and reading with the window open and people on the block were listening to loud music. At first I would have described it as “roofer music,” the kind of stuff you’d have on the radio while shingling (as opposed to what you’d sit on the stoop and have a beer listening to). But really, who around here is putting a new roof on their house? I don’t think that’s a high priority for either the North Side Killers or the West Side Mad Cows. Then I recognized two songs in a row and realized I wasn’t listening to roofer DJs but wedding reception DJs as we had Mony Mony and Roxanne in quick succession. As I was typing this someone drove by playing something from Live’s Throwing Copper album about lightning crashing and an old woman dying.

There’s a movie either coming out or that has just come out called Grown Ups. It’s got a whole pile of SNL alumni. The trailer looks like it’s about all these high school friends reuniting as grownups and probably learning something about themselves through hijinks. The other day Reyn had a great idea for that movie. It should be about those characters being grownups. Like just getting the kids ready for school and forgetting to buy eggs (evidently this is a thing about modern life that irks Reyn) and generally being boring. I think this would be the best idea ever. To have it billed as a huge wacky comedy with all those actors and then have it be a plotless day in the life cinema-verite kind of thing. To spend millions of dollars on an Andy Kauffman-esque joke. It would be perfect. And make no money.

Another thing I heard recently was a person talking about genocides. What struck me was how he introduced it by listing off the genocides of the 20th century: “Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Pol Pot, Sudan…” As if the country Sudan itself was ordering people to be killed. The land all rising up and saying “This group of people is in the way politically. Get rid of them.” Technically it’s probably more accurate designating a state as the killer rather than ascribing all these deaths to one monstrous person, but it’s interesting to me how we don’t have a figurehead to blame for the situation.

I only have 9 more shifts at work before our road trip to Chicago. Ten shifts really, but one of them is a split. I don’t really mind the split shifts so much any more. Especially now that I get so few hours, it being summer and all. This week I had one and I discovered a Dairy Queen when I went walking for the couple of hours between shifts.

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rituals and the myth of choice

I’ve been getting fancy mail in the past couple of days. A classy wedding invitation, pictures from a wedding I couldn’t make it to, and a letter saying I’ll be getting a bunch of money in the next few months. That last one wasn’t very fancy. And it’s money that used to be mine anyway, but will still be nice to receive.

If I ever get married I hope that I’ll be able to say something like “We were married on ‘the day the drought broke.’” I like that a lot. It has a small society feel to it. That you could say that and it would provoke knowing nods among the right people. That’s the kind of thing you want your rituals to do.

I’m really looking forward to the Chicago road trip we’re doing this summer. We’re going to bring baseball gloves and hang out in a park somewhere and throw a ball around the way Sean and Reyn and I did the other day, and it will be a good time. Though I’m bringing my ball glove to Chicago, I’m sending it home with the driving folk, as that’d take up too much space in my bag to take to China and back. Holly doesn’t like baseball and it will be too hot there to do anything but possibly breathe. My passport should be returning to me tomorrow, Chinese visa in hand, making that trip possible.

I just finished Still Life with Woodpecker (review here) and one of the things I appreciate about that book is the celebration of choice. I’ll be registering for school soon and the whole doing something new feels really natural to me, like I’m not getting stuck in some life where I don’t have anything to choose between, that I’m keeping from having to make difficult choices. When I hear someone say “That was fun, now back to real life” I realize how much I don’t want to say that, at least not in the sense of real life being the boring routine you break from every once in a while. School isn’t going to be nonstop excitement. It may even be nonstart excitement, but I decided to go and try this out, and I will learn new things. That sits well with me. I’m no outlaw with a stick of dynamite, but I would prefer to be somewhere nearby curious about how it works.

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kittens conferences and cashiers

I keep on waking up in the middle of the night with Kittenoh on my bed, in like the crook of my knee or something. I guess she misses her owners.

Watching a bit of the hockey last night I wished the Canucks could have gotten themselves together. But I don’t mind seeing Chicago move on. I have no great aversion to any of the teams left in the playoffs, so I’m just cheering for good games now. I want a fast-paced 4-3 overtime game 7 tonight.

Next week I’m going to be volunteering at and attending the Manitoba Libraries Conference. I’ve been assured that it will be fun. We shall see. I’ve actually lucked my way into the best kind of volunteer assignments. On the Wednesday I’ll be convening sessions, which means I show up early, put up a sign, make sure all the technology the speaker is using works, introduce the speaker, and make sure I have a question to ask if there are awkward silences at the end. Good times. I’m also working the registration desk on Monday, the preconference day, but I get to do that in the afternoon, when I imagine fewer people will be showing up to register, so maybe it’ll be more like just a general help and information desk. I’m good at that shit.

At Safeway yesterday there was a cashier who was so slow. There was a sign up saying “Cashier in Training – Thank you for your patience.” It was before noon on a Tuesday so the place wasn’t busy, but because it wasn’t busy there were only two lanes open: newbie and the express. I waited in the newbie line, because I didn’t have anywhere pressing to be. It’s funny to see someone new to that job. This girl was picking up each item and searching it for the barcode. She clearly didn’t have the muscle memory that comes from all the repetition involved in the job.

The two people ahead of me were exactly what I would fear as a checkout person. One had stacks of coupons and was antagonistic about whether things would be accurately reduced, because “It sure doesn’t look like I’m getting this two for one now.” The cashier just didn’t know what exactly would happen. Her helper/instructor was doing the bagging and answering the questions. The other had large items which she left in her cart, so the helper came around to scan/type in the numbers while the customer tried to tell the cashier her Club Card number with a thick Eastern European accent. And the cashier was so new she didn’t automatically put in the area code before the phone number, so she was having problems. And the thickly accented woman sounded like she was giving a number with an extra digit (but without the area code). Then the customer gave the cashier her debit card even though at Safeway the customer usually does the swiping, so the cashier thought it was a credit card and then the customer was asking for a pen like it was a credit card. It was all very confusing.

The cashier got through it all and when I got my stuff up to her, she thanked me for my patience and I said it was no problem. “It’s my first day ever,” she said. “I started two hours ago.” But she scanned all my stuff and her instructor got it all into the bags. She asked for my club card number and I gave it to her (including the area code). I told her I’d be paying with debit, swiped the card myself and it was a painless transaction. The cashier’s helper told her, “See, and then there’ll be some customers like this.” The instructor thanked me for my patience and I said it wasn’t a problem. Everybody’s got a first day sometime.

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bone marrow cancer serious

I do love the sound of a rainy night. Not just saying that to get myself ready for moving to Vancouver, either. I’ll take this any day instead of winter.

It’s wonderful having a bunch of stuff to look forward to this summer. Last year was so tied up in feeling bad about things, I’m happy to have cool things coming up. Talking to Sarah at the Camby the other night, I mentioned how we’re going to Chicago for Sean’s bachelor party. And she loves Chicago and has things for us to see, places to eat pizza and boats to ride for our architectural tours. Yes, we do nerdy bachelor parties. But there’ll be baseball too. I hear Jared has a feeling about the Cubs. This might be their year. They are just three games back of the wild card spot with only 140 games to play.

And I’m going to China for a month. Just to hang out with Holly, who is then going to turn around and come to Winnipeg for a week, which is pretty awesome. I’ve been saying that it’ll be a good time for her to come because I’ll be about to leave so she’ll get an experience of my hometown tinted with wistfulness and preemptive nostalgia instead of sheepish frustration.

Whenever I hear John K Sampson interviewed and they mention the I Hate Winnipeg song (actual title: One Great City), it seems strange to the interviewer that Sampson sees it as a very tender loving song. Just because the chorus says the word hate. Maybe the interviewers are being disingenuous, just trying to make their listeners feel smarter or more perceptive or something. It seems so right to talk about how you love something by saying you don’t.

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