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Nov. 20th, 2009 @ 01:56 pm five question meme
It's going around again. Comment for questions, pass it on.

From [info]notadoor:

1. What's something you should have done by now?
Gotten a job? Honestly, that’s the first thing to come to mind, both career-job and kibblejob. There’s also some guilt over not using this block of unemployed time to do anything useful, like writing, traveling, or figuring out internal issues that I’ve known about for years.
But mostly the job. Somewhere around forty-five applications for real jobs, and, um, three for kibblejobs.

2. Do you watch tv/what's your favorite tv show?
I don’t watch TV-- even when I have one, I forget it’s there, and the last time I did… well, my parents’ cable is now smarter than I am. I couldn’t even get to a reasonable part of the too-many-channels guide to find a home decorating or animal show just to kill time.
When I do have a TV I can operate and a desire to do so, it’s usually something involving animals, miscellaneous Discovery shows, or decorating shows.

3. If you were to write an academic paper involving both your area of study and consuming cats, what would the title be?
“Bioaugmentation and remediation: a novel use for veterinary waste”. You never said it had to be humans consuming the cats, so I’m homogenizing them in growth medium and injecting them into potential sites to help support bacteria for remediation.

4. What is the best romantic memory you have?
My life hasn’t involved much romance, and you know Thomas, so I’m not sure what’s okay to share.

5. What question would you like to be asked on a meme, but rarely or never are?
I don’t know. This one hasn’t come around recently enough for me to have composed half-entries on it.
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Nov. 19th, 2009 @ 06:56 pm restless
Apparently, I do not have the right books from the library. This is impressive given that on the table are four unread books.

The last few things I've written for the booklog have been stretches of, "Well, it's a book." I knew this would happen some. The one I finished most recently, I didn't so much 'finish' as 'give up on in exasperation', and three of the remaining four are anthologies or otherwise shorter than novel-length. I am dissatisfied. The library cycles, and right now, it and I are not in agreement.

I have no idea which box of books contains the to-read shelf.

I'm not sure it would matter. I don't think I'd be able to sit still for another book without something compelling-- not good, not spectacular, but something.

This is probably partly hunger. The rest? Maybe I've found that elusive point where doing a few productive things spurs me to do more of them... except the house is already clean and everything else requires an attention span, or at least a butt-in-chair span. Or, potentially, driving, but let's not be crazy.

In other news: is it bad that my to-do list for the past week has had 'eat the damned pomegranate' at the top? I have fruit guilt.
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Nov. 16th, 2009 @ 12:09 am to undergraduate writers
http://www.dellaward.com/rules-deadlines

Alphans! Other undergraduate writers! If you don't send something in, the consequences will be DIRE.

Really. DIRE.
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Nov. 15th, 2009 @ 08:12 pm books read, early November
Look, moderation in posting if not reading!

Not as dire as last time. )
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Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 11:44 pm Grinnell
Went to Grinnell today to see [info]cachinna, [info]pigeonchild, and [info]keilexandra. We have four Alpha-related people in Iowa normally, and Lisa-Keix was a prospective-student bonus.

As usual with visiting other colleges, particularly Grinnell, I got the weird regrets.

I've mentioned before, though perhaps not here, that hanging out with so many people so much younger than I am, people picking colleges and just getting into them, is a little rough. Add to that that Alphans as a set are more ambitious and driven than I am, and a good portion of my thoughts is I screwed up. I should have gone to a better school. I was such an idiot then-- I should have gone here. I should have found better people. I should have done this.

I know it's bullshit.

I remind myself, after this kind of visit, full of new people who fit, full of a school that would have fit me better than IWU did at first, that I made the best decision based on what I had at the time. Grinnell pushed its architecture and not its bio program; I was making decisions based almost entirely on bio programs and 'fit'. I met with an IWU professor and knew people who had gone there. I thought the people part would happen without my attention, much the way it did in high school.

Okay, I was wrong. Freshman year sucked a lot. I was coming out of an ungood summer, I fell in with a catty, mean group of girls and didn't really recover, I spent a lot of time alone in my room hoping for someone, anyone, to come in and find me. To look for me. To miss me.

It might have happened no matter where I went to school.

On the other hand, Drs Balser, Walker, and Bollivar could only be found at IWU. It took me three years to find her, but Renee was at IWU. I didn't get the college experience I hoped for, not really the one I wanted, but it was good anyway.

I made the best decision I could. Did I have all the information? No, but I still don't. I can't compare a day or two spent with Alphans with a year at college on my own. The past seven years-- it has been seven years-- did a lot to shape me.

I made the best decision. The person I am now would make a different one, but twenty-five-year-olds don't make that decision most of the time.
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Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 02:38 pm images from a walk to town
Trees with black and bare branches, except for the perfectly red apples still hanging against the sky.

A bird swooping to a branch-- a crow? No, gray, a hawk of some sort, and another swoop to a different branch, all elegance.

A funeral procession tying up the College and Gilbert intersection, long enough that I saw it from the bridge and for some minutes after I arrived at the light. Police and fire vehicles all had their lights flashing, and the lead police car let out a whoop at each intersection to announce their arrival. Other vehicles were flashing at corners, but empty. From the bridge, I saw a fire truck with two men in dress uniforms and a flag-draped coffin. I don't know whose it was.
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Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 02:28 pm apparently all I talk about is words and fluids
Had a new experience with the blood-giving today. The reason they take so much blood from a finger-stick here is that there's a little probedude in the analysis instrument (it is an instrument because it measures things) and it's not long enough to reach the blood under a certain level. My idea, adding glass beads to the tubes, is certainly easier than what they actually do if they can't get enough blood from a finger-stick: grab blood directly from a vein in the hand.

It turns out I do have blood-donation freakouts. I had a few moments of anxiety, but the phlebotomist was okay with it. The actual stick didn't hurt more than was reasonable, but pulling it out stung a bit. And I got to see more vacuum-jars. Those make me happy.

After passing with flying colors-- finger-sticks tend to err on the side of not passing-- I spent slightly more than an hour and a half giving two platelets and a plasma. I had the strongest reaction to the anticoagulant I've had in a while-- three cartons of milk later, they adjusted it down somewhat, and by the time I walked out of there, I was better than a shambling wreck.

I'm wearing a blood-donation shirt today. At Thanksgiving last year, Uncle Dennis saw it and said offhandedly, "You know, one donation doesn't really save a life." On my way to lunch with Lisa, I argued with that comment. It's saving a life, yes. Then someone else's donation saves it again. Lives don't stay saved.
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Oct. 31st, 2009 @ 11:58 pm books read, October
I think I might have to do as [info]mrissa does and post every two weeks.

No, really, I am not applying myself to the jobsearch as much as I could. Instead, I read. This is crazy-long. And some of the formatting is weird, so pretend there are Livejournal names in there.

If you're curious, 7200 words. )
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Oct. 30th, 2009 @ 01:44 am rain
Dear November,

Be dry. Be sunny. Be cold and clear, be crisp and warm. Make the soil dry out. Shine. Be full of light.

Please, please, have light.

--C, almost seven inches of rain into October
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Oct. 29th, 2009 @ 09:01 pm pre-booklog
So the booklog.

I read a lot. I'm unemployed and this is my opiate of choice. I have a two-book-a-day habit under certain conditions. While I've been good about jobsearching this week, go me, for I am awesome, this is not true for every week.

I also have gotten into the habit of thinking about books in the context of entries and/or emails, but only now formalized an outlet for that. This is dangerous.

Which is to say, it's going to be close to forty books and over six thousand words.

And I took a week off the library.

In other news, I've applied for thirty jobs. Buying Boneshaker was my reward for twenty; reading it was going to be my reward for twenty-five. No jobsearch tonight-- baking and pumpkins-- and none tomorrow-- haunted corn-- and then Halloween, and I hope I have enough candy and that anyone at all comes to the door. Everyone says that it's a hundred jobs and six months, so I'm a bit behind the curve.

I include the kibblejobs in that count, two bookstore applications I don't expect to bear fruit. Retail experience? Nothing since school fundraising. I would have had another month or two to lounge about devouring books, but you know, Milady Buick, et cetera. I've spent more on my car per month, on average, than rent at Casa Handler.

Teal deer: I read a lot of books and spend some time going on about them, which is permissible because I remain unemployed.
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Oct. 24th, 2009 @ 12:39 am to confuse the spirits
After the party, after seeing everyone, after laughing,

after the superglue and the sequins, after the ribbon, after breaking the mirror, after gluing myself to an entire list of things including myself, the tube of glue, a false leaf, and sequins purposeful and not,

after the quite literal unbinding, ribbons off hands and wrist, pants I only barely fit into any more off, +2 Boots off, bra off, hairthing out of hair, hair itself down, not in that order at all,

I make one fucking awesome Snow Queen.
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Oct. 19th, 2009 @ 06:43 pm frustration
I have spent about an hour and a half, less time spent ranting to Facebook and a friend, trying to apply for a job.

One job. One job that I didn't even search for, as it was already in the Spreadsheet of Doom.

I couldn't get past the first page of the application, selecting pay grades and locations. So I went to the account thingy, built a resume-- seriously, all online applications ever, UPLOAD. I typed in about half of my transcripts, hoping that the break between semester hours and the credit system IWU used-- oh, I forgot to add in the labs, will go back someday and fix that-- doesn't make me look like a fraud. I don't know how Iowa converted, but it's written on my transcript how many semester hours I got in credit form.

I can't reach the seventh page of the resume builder. The FAQ, which I consulted more to calm myself down than anything, says only to upgrade my browser or use a different one.

I'm going to apply for this job if it kills... well, not me. Right now, I think the first-page error is a trick. Clearly, the are evaluating my problem-solving skills. I will get some points for looking at the source code, which does have two scenarios, one submitting and one not, but no points for figuring out what the gobbledygook actually means, because honestly, I don't. I can only see that there is a way to make it submit.
The resume thing is obviously a ploy to test me for psychic powers. If I spend more time on it, a staffer at the Department of the Navy will explode. I don't want to be transferred to a secret base in the Arctic after three months, no matter how high the pay grade (okay, this is a lie), so I'm taking a break and calming down.

I am on to you, Navy. Now SUBMIT, or I will kill you with my brain.
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Oct. 18th, 2009 @ 10:38 pm correlation and causation, artifacts
I did not cause Milady Buick's electrical system to fail... again.

I do not have a car that fails more often than other cars. Rather, I do, but since I drive less than most people, it's artificial. Yes, most times I've needed a jump, it was to get somewhere moderately important. To be honest, most times I get in the car, it's to get somewhere moderately important. If I drove more trivially, I'd make more successful trips and probably run into low battery issues before I need the car immediately.

Likewise, I did not cause any job rejections. I've been aiming pretty consistently high, and usually out of my area-- a lot of government jobs seem to want ecology backgrounds rather than molecular bio. It may have seemed like it, but no, just that I haven't applied to enough. A hundred job applications before one goes through. I have fewer than thirty.

I will eventually decide that actually applying for jobs does not significantly increase my chances of getting one, and go to... Barcelona? London?

Of course, the job I actually interviewed for, the most progress I made toward employment, wasn't one I'd found. This does not mean that I can stop looking.
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Oct. 16th, 2009 @ 08:49 pm booklog
I seem to have started a booklog.

Mostly to spare Evil Rachel thousands of words. Books are my drug of choice; the pit of despair I sank into after a while without a library card was really not worth it. So let's hope I can learn moderation (signs point to no).

The writing-on-books is somewhat independent of the reading. I like to think about books, and a lot of time I end up composing posts in my head about this or that romance, or I want to email someone and recommend a specific detective story, or I just want to hold on to the feeling of reading without running scenes in my head.

Which is to say, I don't need to share it, really.

Is this something anyone cares about? I don't necessarily read current books, classics, or anything interesting-- current booklog has a break in it, where I froze the library card, followed by comfort-book purchases, quite a bit of chatter about them, and then GRAH IF I DO NOT TURN OFF MY BRAIN SOMETHING BAD WILL CRAWL OUT OF IT and several comfort rereads.
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Oct. 12th, 2009 @ 08:12 pm bloodgivery
Gave blood today. The bruise from last time is still juuuust visible on my right arm, so we went with the left. This time, the bruise is from the fingerstick. Had some issues with the donation, nothing out of the ordinary-- you'd think I'd remember that the nurses are not psychic and that if I don't say, "I'm a little chilly," they will not give me blankets.

If I'm a little chilly, things go wrong.

Once I had another couple blankets, a warm saline bag on my legs, another to squeeze, and a littlebitty prop to change the needle angle, things were calm enough for me to doze.

The stupidity-- there's always some stupidity-- was when I came home. It is not recommended to give blood, even the bits I give, drink half a pint of milk, eat some disappointing fruit snacks, and then nothing else for six or seven hours. Some of my despairing mood can be blamed not just on low blood sugar, but low blood.

There was also an impromptu song party on the other side of the blood center as each of the nurses played favorite songs. Really slow day for the vampires, I guess.
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Oct. 8th, 2009 @ 02:07 pm a Halloween question
What makes the Snow Queen the Snow Queen? What symbols do I need?
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Oct. 6th, 2009 @ 11:14 pm accomplishments
Things Accomplished Today

Bought Boneshaker as a reward for myself; reading it will be another reward. It is a very satisfying book-object, even with Prairie Lights' crazy stickerstuff on it.

Did not go to library.

Emptied dish drainer.

Took out garbage and recycling.

Applied for a job. No tea was involved.

Planned for Dad's visit tomorrow-- this week is Parent Visit Week for me. Mom on Saturday, Dad on Wednesday to Thursday, and talking about Friday for homecoming.

Finished a cross-stitch Made Thing for Baby Sister.

Got in touch with friend; made plans to make plans.
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Sep. 28th, 2009 @ 09:59 pm facebook is eating my words
1) Grape harvest! Went to Minnesota with a bunch of people from the department, picked grapes, ate food, drank wine, got a T-shirt. How do you motivate a student? Food, booze, T-shirts. I think I'll order a bottle from the winery for next Thanksgiving so I can say, "Ha! I picked these grapes!" I did not crush any beneath my maidenly foot. I did pet a lot of dogs-- we're a dog-heavy department-- and watch the Iowa football game, probably the only one I'll see this year. It was a good game to watch. The Penn State fans were excellently creepy, even if we did start saying, "Aww, Casper is sad," whenever we saw them.

2) Fall happened. Grape harvest was perfect weather, sun and shade both pleasant. Last night, the wind came in. I spent much of today tracking down warm clothes. Sweatshirt, slippers, coat.

3) Me-have tea. (I can't help it, I think of Ursula Vernon when I have tea.)

4) I'm trying to figure out library moderation. Granted, I am trying to figure it out so I can bingeread Nora Roberts again-- I brought comfort reading to grape harvest, the first two In Death books. I think I'll get the third, then reevaluate.

5) I also have apples from grape harvest. I meant to make a pie yesterday, then today, and now tomorrow. If I time it right tomorrow, I can deal with a few other things while it's baking. If I don't, I'll end up with a bag of mushy apples on the counter. Who knows.

6) I suppose I ought to buy a rake. At least it's only three-quarters of the yard that needs it. I hope. I've started bringing in the houseplants. Someday soon I'll have to move them. That's not going to be much fun at all.
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Sep. 25th, 2009 @ 10:21 am little-girl voice on the phone
One of the things I like about werewolf books is that the dominance issues are right up front. They're a major part of how the characters communicate, and there's very little intuition required to figure them out.

I try to be aware of them in my life, like being aware of tension in group work. The two are somewhat tied together. No one wants to talk first at a group meeting because that person is the leader, stuck with all sorts of responsibilities that no one acknowledges.

I also try to be aware of what I'm doing. Often, the second I hang up the phone with, say, car people, I realize that I'm anxious and have been speaking in little-girl voice. It's higher than my casual voice. I don't remember the context-- I may have talked about it here-- but I once caught myself shifting my weight to one hip and holding my head sideways, little-girl posture, look at me, how helpless I am, teehee. This usually happens working with men.

I can almost excuse the hip thing; I'm a bit on the tall side, and shifting to one hip seems to bring counters and lab benches within reach. Infantilizing myself? Not so much.

This is me being little-girl-- for some reason, 'submissive' doesn't work here. I'm still working toward my own ends, but I present myself as more helpless than I actually am.

Contrast this with dominant voice. 'Assertive' is probably more accurate; I don't care about anyone else's ends, only my own. But it feels dominant.

This is from years of speech team. I can do eye contact, though it is exhausting. I can do effective gestures. I am really good at presenting things, at least compared to other students. I've softened some, allowed myself to do the bare minimum of preparation, and still, my Impromptu background comes through. When I need to, I can present.

The last year of grad school (and oh it feels weird to say that) I was more aware of it than before. More aware of how I changed, and how others didn't. It was kind of weird.

I made a jobsearch-related phone call today. I had notes, I had phrases in my head. I used Dominant Professional voice, which is lower, more rounded, more musical, than my casual voice. It's not as extreme as playing a role onstage. It's me. It's me as an adult rather than a student. It's the me wearing clothes that match and look good. It's the me people listen to because she is in charge, not because she spoke first.

It's the me I might grow up to be someday, except I've been using this me for years now.
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Sep. 24th, 2009 @ 09:46 pm today's journal prompt
Today, Livejournal asks if I would like to start the day over.

Well. Yes and no.

Yes, because today had several hours of concentrated suck. No, because I do not want to relive them. Yes, because most of the suck is expectations vs reality. No, because it's not like I can change my expectations.

Whatever, today. You'll be gone in two hours anyway. Tomorrow has some catch-up work to do, but I am confident.
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