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actual war stories

One of the most interesting parts of going out east to interview librarians was talking to someone who had actual war stories to tell. As in from World War 2. They weren’t really relevant to the purpose of why I was in his home, but there was no way I was going to try to get him back on track. He told me about getting rides on military planes and politely bluffing an army dentist from removing his bad teeth so he could get his paratrooper training. His stories were a little self-aggrandizing, sure, but when you’ve had 60 years to get them where you want them to be, they’re also really good tales. Tales that will probably be left out of the book we’re working on because the world has no justice.

Holly had a notion to get into doing oral histories, and I can definitely see the appeal. Just letting people talk to you is kind of amazing. Even if doing all the transcribing is terrible tedious work. The interviews I did are definitely not the most focused things in the world. But I’m learning a lot more about how association work goes, which is kind of a nice use of these final credits.

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i’ll return across three biomes tomorrow

I should probably look that up to see if I’m misusing the word “biome” but I’m thinking Canadian Shield, Prairies and the Rockies. Currently I’m in Toronto, where I’ve completed all nine interviews I came here for. Some of them were really interesting. Some were less so. I saw way more of Ottawa than I have before, and had a good couple of days in Montreal and Kitchener too (thanks to Kate Aileen & Bruce for letting me stay with them).

Sadly, I’m getting swamped with work and have to hole up on the ol laptop tonight rather than enjoy any fun things Toronto might have to offer. I did get to Bakka-Phoenix Books this morning, and am now at the Reference Library. Snakes and Lattes looks very cool but I wasn’t quite confident enough to go in, grab a table and a game you can play solitaire for hours and just play.

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opening week

My mom is off to France, heck, she might even be there soon, and I am done school for the term. Many of my classmates are now done school for good, which is a little weird. Weird that we don’t all finish together, I mean. I don’t have the great cathartic sighs of relief, since I’ve still got two and a third classes over the next four months. Plus doing interviews for a book we’re working on.

The good thing is that remaining a student leaves me able to work in Graduate Research Assistant positions over the next few months. I’ll hopefully be doing a bunch of video production work for one of my profs, and right now I’m doing a whack of content management stuff for SLAIS’ new MA in Children’s Literature website (which isn’t up yet).

The wonderful bit about this kind of work is that I can do it on my own with a baseball game on. The Jays have new uniforms and hey, maybe this is the year they’ll play meaningful September ball. I enjoyed the hell out of their first victory of the season yesterday, but really, I just like watching games.

I was looking at my history of being here in Vancouver and I noticed that this month till the summer classes begin is my first time I’ve really spent in Vancouver without school going on. I ran off to China and Australia at the ends of my previous semesters, so I’m going to have to remember that there isn’t any meeting with people in my classes that will just happen because I’m sitting in a chair near somewhere they are going. If I’m going to see my friends I have to contact them. Which will be difficult but I’ll do my best. It’s a time for hope.

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leap-day eve resolutions

This afternoon I baked cookies. I got a recipe from the internet and bought as many baking ingredients as I could carry home (I didn’t have things like flour, sugar or baking powder until today) and then mixed them up and baked them. Woo.

Cookies

Part of doing that baking was obligation. In our 6-9pm Children’s Literature class on Wednesdays people generally bring food to keep our blood sugar up, and I’d volunteered for tomorrow. But more generally, I have to do these things sometimes to remember that I can and kind of enjoy turning ingredients into finished products.

I was thinking about that after reading Jessie Thorn’s big thing on being successful doing what you love that was making its way around the intertubes yesterday.

I spent my reading week getting schoolwork out of the way so now I’ve only got a very manageable amount of that left to do before the term is done. My summer is going to have some classes and lots of conferences and interviews and writing for this big IFLA project I’m working on, but nothing terribly overwhelming on the schoolfront. (Aileen notes that really, none of my schoolwork should be overwhelming, and as always I have to agree. It’s not like I’m doing theoretical physics that undermines our understanding of the universe over here.)

Having the school stuff pretty much handled means its time to make cool things. Sometimes those things may be cookies. Most times those things will be word-based. I’m going to make some comics. One of the school things I have left to do is to create a book trailer. I have ideas for that, and if it goes well it might lead to more video-type projects.

No more laziness. Or at least, laziness only in measured doses.

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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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book review: how to be a famous writer before you’re dead

Okay, I admit, I read the occasional book on writing. How to be a Famous Writer Before You’re Dead passed through my hands at the library a few days ago and looked intriguing, so I requested it myself. Ariel Gore has a zine ethic she brings to the thing which you don’t always see in these kinds of books. Talking about how self-publishing doesn’t equal vanity publishing and all that kind of stuff. There are interviews with a bunch of interesting people (including a fake interview with Haruki Murakami because he doesn’t really do interviews any more) including Ursula K LeGuin and Margaret Cho. Not life-changing, but reading one of these books every once in a while is good for me.

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rolling down a hill

I’m sort of in a state of inbetweenishness right now. My interview with the Canadian Mennonite is next week and I’m quite hoping I get to be their National Correspondent, especially since MCC turned me down for the job that would have been travel-filled and cool (though situated in Pennsylvania).

The other day was ElliceFest, sort of a street fair kind of thing. It was really small but I wandered through while some rapper was going on about how Paris Hilton should be in jail. He tried to get a good crowd chant going, but not too many people were into it. I also watched a dad and his crying ten-year-old son interact. The dad was a big fat guy with a beard and the darkest pouchy rings under his eyes. His facial hair and weathered face made me think of some sort of goatlike nature spirit. He was a few steps in front of his son saying “Cry louder! Make sure everyone can see and hear you! Louder, louder! Come on, not enough people are looking!” Not yelling exactly, but not keeping his voice down either.

Today on my way to lunch with my mom I passed a guy who’s voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of a concertina as he said to another guy wandering by “My aren’t you the professional” before the both started laughing. The rhythm of his sentence built up and trailed off so quickly. It was odd.

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