Thanks for all the nice congrats messages! Here's a little bit about the job:
I'll be starting out in circulation until summer officially starts (until kids are out of school, in other words). Probably start next week sometime. When summer kicks in I'll be doing community stuff...card drives, story times, etc. And they may use me at one of the local elementary school running one of the summer reading programs. I'm tickled! they said it might turn permanent in the Fall, and if my grad assistanceship doesn't come through it'd be a sweet deal. We'll see. I'm so excited. I can't wait to fondle the books...like I don't do that already.
In other news, I cannot, for the life of me, settle on a book to read. Right now I'm bouncing back and forth and back between Vanity Fair, I Capture the Castle, and the Bible. I've not been readin' much Bible...I'm on Genesis 20. Ha!! I may ditch everything else and just focus on it. It's gonna take me long enough as it is!
Fitness update: 3 more pounds and I could crack walnuts with my calves.
I have another question for the Catholics in the rafters. I read on CNN.com yesterday, when I was skimming through the burial arrangements, that the Pope had been "prepared for burial but not embalmed." Not to be morbid, but as a forensics nut how the crap is that gonna work? Was there herb rubbing that I'm not aware of to keep him fresh?? The whole situation seems a little scary. Mold me, shape me, inform me.
Jonathan Safran Foer (insert stabbing sounds here) is in the New York Times for the third week in a row now *eyes roll back in head*. More on that later. Who is he screwin'???
The BAYLOR UNIVERSITY women's basketball team beat Michigan State for the NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!! A big hoot for my Bears. Victory is sweet...especially when it's the first national title EVER! Sic 'em bears!
Avril Lavigne, the "punk" pop princess who always raved against those blonde Britney knockoffs is now gracing the cover of this month's Cosmo with...you guessed it...blonde hair and her stomach hanging out of a black corset. Oh Avril....you've sold your soul to the Clairol execs haven't you?? *sniff*
I found a new book (the one good thing to come out of my NY Times reading today) called The Men Who Stare at Goats, by Jon Ronson. Here's a blurb...sounds too good to be true:
This exploration of the U.S. military's flirtation with the supernatural is at once funny and tragic. It reads like fiction, with plenty of dialogue and descriptive detail, but as Ronson's investigation into the government's peculiar past doings creeps into the present-and into Iraq-it will raise goose bumps. As Ronson reveals, a secret wing of the U.S. military called First Earth Battalion was created in 1979 with the purpose of creating "Warrior Monks," soldiers capable of walking through walls, becoming invisible, reading minds and even killing a goat simply by staring at it.
And, last, fate has kept me from watching my favorite shows for the last two days. Last night, right after the first American Idol performance, a big storm came up and knocked out the cable. I had a rage-induced seizure. But my cousin brought cookie dough, so it turned out OK. Today Cynthia Nixon (Miranda from Sex & the City) was supposed to be on Ellen, but what happened???? Our power went out for an hour and a half. It's a conspiracy I tell you. The American Idol incident last night did prompt me to visit Television Without Pity today, though. It was my first time, and I'm completely captivated. Here's the last bit from the Idol recaplet:
Altogether: the Carrie song threw off my circadian rhythms for good so now I'll be sleeping every third hour for seventeen minutes at a time, Bo Bice is unmistakably Bo, Simon thinks calling somebody queer is a put-down instead of a total compliment, and I will one day wed Nadia Turner and we will live in a huge house and Constantine will clean our pool and I will train our children to wait until he's balanced at the edge of the pool and then hurl insults and tuna salad at him from the second story. And when he cries, we will point and laugh, because pouting is for suckers.
On TV: no TV
MP3 of choice: John Prine and Nancy Griffith....The Speed of the Sound of Loneliness
Book: We already discussed this
In my head: Strawberry plants
P.S. I was shooting for the ugliest color combos possibly imaginable. How'd I do?