Monday, October 22, 2007

Libraries Shun Deals to Place Books on Web

Ann Johansson for The New York Times

Workers scan books for the Internet Archive. Its founder conceived the Open Content Alliance to distribute library books online.

Published: October 22, 2007

Several major research libraries have rebuffed offers from Google and Microsoft to scan their books into computer databases, saying they are put off by restrictions these companies want to place on the new digital collections.

The research libraries, including a large consortium in the Boston area, are instead signing on with the Open Content Alliance, a nonprofit effort aimed at making their materials broadly available.

Libraries that agree to work with Google must agree to a set of terms, which include making the material unavailable to other commercial search services. Microsoft places a similar restriction on the books it converts to electronic form. The Open Content Alliance, by contrast, is making the material available to any search service.

Google pays to scan the books and does not directly profit from the resulting Web pages, although the books make its search engine more useful and more valuable. The libraries can have their books scanned again by another company or organization for dissemination more broadly.

It costs the Open Content Alliance as much as $30 to scan each book, a cost shared by the group’s members and benefactors, so there are obvious financial benefits to libraries of Google’s wide-ranging offer, started in 2004.

Many prominent libraries have accepted Google’s offer — including the New York Public Library and libraries at the University of Michigan, Harvard, Stanford and Oxford. Google expects to scan 15 million books from those collections over the next decade.

But the resistance from some libraries, like the Boston Public Library and the Smithsonian Institution, suggests that many in the academic and nonprofit world are intent on pursuing a vision of the Web as a global repository of knowledge that is free of business interests or restrictions.

Even though Google’s program could make millions of books available to hundreds of millions of Internet users for the first time, some libraries and researchers worry that if any one company comes to dominate the digital conversion of these works, it could exploit that dominance for commercial gain.

“There are two opposed pathways being mapped out,” said Paul Duguid, an adjunct professor at the School of Information at the University of California, Berkeley. “One is shaped by commercial concerns, the other by a commitment to openness, and which one will win is not clear.”

Last month, the Boston Library Consortium of 19 research and academic libraries in New England that includes the University of Connecticut and the University of Massachusetts, said it would work with the Open Content Alliance to begin digitizing the books among the libraries’ 34 million volumes whose copyright had expired.

“We understand the commercial value of what Google is doing, but we want to be able to distribute materials in a way where everyone benefits from it,” said Bernard A. Margolis, president of the Boston Public Library, which has in its collection roughly 3,700 volumes from the personal library of John Adams.

Mr. Margolis said his library had spoken with both Google and Microsoft, and had not shut the door entirely on the idea of working with them. And several libraries are working with both Google and the Open Content Alliance.

Adam Smith, project management director of Google Book Search, noted that the company’s deals with libraries were not exclusive. “We’re excited that the O.C.A. has signed more libraries, and we hope they sign many more,” Mr. Smith said.

“The powerful motivation is that we’re bringing more offline information online,” he said. “As a commercial company, we have the resources to do this, and we’re doing it in a way that benefits users, publishers, authors and libraries. And it benefits us because we provide an improved user experience, which then means users will come back to Google.”

The Library of Congress has a pilot program with Google to digitize some books. But in January, it announced a project with a more inclusive approach. With $2 million from the Alfred P. Sloan Foundation, the library’s first mass digitization effort will make 136,000 books accessible to any search engine through the Open Content Alliance. The library declined to comment on its future digitization plans.

The Open Content Alliance is the brainchild of Brewster Kahle, the founder and director of the Internet Archive, which was created in 1996 with the aim of preserving copies of Web sites and other material. The group includes more than 80 libraries and research institutions, including the Smithsonian Institution.

Although Google is making public-domain books readily available to individuals who wish to download them, Mr. Kahle and others worry about the possible implications of having one company store and distribute so much public-domain content.

“Scanning the great libraries is a wonderful idea, but if only one corporation controls access to this digital collection, we’ll have handed too much control to a private entity,” Mr. Kahle said.

The Open Content Alliance, he said, “is fundamentally different, coming from a community project to build joint collections that can be used by everyone in different ways.”

Mr. Kahle’s group focuses on out-of-copyright books, mostly those published in 1922 or earlier. Google scans copyrighted works as well, but it does not allow users to read the full text of those books online, and it allows publishers to opt out of the program.

Microsoft joined the Open Content Alliance at its start in 2005, as did Yahoo, which also has a book search project. Google also spoke with Mr. Kahle about joining the group, but they did not reach an agreement.

A year after joining, Microsoft added a restriction that prohibits a book it has digitized from being included in commercial search engines other than Microsoft’s.

“Unlike Google, there are no restrictions on the distribution of these copies for academic purposes across institutions,” said Jay Girotto, group program manager for Live Book Search from Microsoft. Institutions working with Microsoft, he said, include the University of California and the New York Public Library.

Some in the research field view the issue as a matter of principle.

Doron Weber, a program director at the Sloan Foundation, which has made several grants to libraries for digital conversion of books, said that several institutions approached by Google have spoken to his organization about their reservations. “Many are hedging their bets,” he said, “taking Google money for now while realizing this is, at best, a short-term bridge to a truly open universal library of the future.”

The University of Michigan, a Google partner since 2004, does not seem to share this view. “We have not felt particularly restricted by our agreement with Google,” said Jack Bernard, a lawyer at the university.

The University of California, which started scanning books with the Open Content Alliance, Microsoft and Yahoo in 2005, has added Google. Robin Chandler, director of data acquisitions at the University of California’s digital library project, said working with everyone helps increase the volume of the scanning.

Some have found Google to be inflexible in its terms. Tom Garnett, director of the Biodiversity Heritage Library, a group of 10 prominent natural history and botanical libraries that have agreed to digitize their collections, said he had had discussions with various people at both Google and Microsoft.

“Google had a very restrictive agreement, and in all our discussions they were unwilling to yield,” he said. Among the terms was a requirement that libraries put their own technology in place to block commercial search services other than Google, he said.

Libraries that sign with the Open Content Alliance are obligated to pay the cost of scanning the books. Several have received grants from organizations like the Sloan Foundation.

The Boston Library Consortium’s project is self-funded, with $845,000 for the next two years. The consortium pays 10 cents a page to the Internet Archive, which has installed 10 scanners at the Boston Public LibraryOther members include the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and Brown University.

The scans are stored at the Internet Archive in San Francisco and are available through its Web site. Search companies including Google are free to point users to the material.

On Wednesday the Internet Archive announced, together with the Boston Public Library and the library of the Marine Biological Laboratory and Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution, that it would start scanning out-of-print but in-copyright works to be distributed through a digital interlibrary loan system.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Just keeping in touch
A quick entry before a book repair workshop I have to/am obligated to go to this morning from 9-12. Former director, the one who hired me in 1984, is doing the workshop. I'm forcing one of my clerks to go and she's all over it with resentment, but for some reason today is much more reasonable and amenable to the idea, realizes we have to go to support this man. This man has just been appointed director of the Platts. Pub. Library--at age 79. That library is next door to us and is our Central Library, so we channel more than $100,000 to them to offer extra services to our member libraries, hence we work very, very closely with them. No one in the whole world of North Country libraries can figure out a)why he wants this job and b)why they hired him. At least he's a very, very nice man. And he understands that the System matters.


Dinner with Fred last night. He was returning to Platts. after spending the afternoon closing his camp, saw me driving home, turned around and followed me until I finally noticed he was behind me. Flashed his lights, tried to get me to pull over, finally passed me and got me to stop so he could suggest we hit the diner for dinner. "We have to catch up." We turned around and drove the 10 or so miles back to Jingles, had diner food and caught up. He just spent 3 days in Quebec City, looking for a condo for his friend the millionairess to buy for her 3rd home. I needed to hear all the details, especially culinary experiences. Two dinners at good restaurants cost $500. Can't say "Canadian" as if it matters any more, now that our dollars match their loonies. Anyway, I love being with Fred and we had a great time. When I say things like "I have to spend time with Ken," or "I had to listen to this lady tell me her life story when I got coffee the other day" he ALWAYS tells me I don't have to, no one is making me. I finally told him that the lady who made me late for Saranac Lake put duct tape around my wrists and hobbled my ankles, so yes, I had to. Seriously, she (a complete stranger--is there an incomplete stranger?) spent 20 minutes telling me about the death of her ex-husband 2 days before (obese, a recent development, he grabbed his throat, dropped his head and BINGO! was dead--heart attack, yes, that's right, you guessed it), how she used to come here all the time, about the 400 acres her ex's family owns and blahblahblah. Twenty minutes, I timed it, standing by the coffee pots. And I was already late, made much later by this. But I'm a sociable person and a sympathetic listener.


Canine/feline relationships continue to make baby steps forward. Tess is always poised, ready to do something--I'm not sure what. Chances is only interested in the little metal bowl and what might be in it. Dottie Kittie is more relaxed and braver about walking around the dogs but still gives them a wide berth. I toss her outside each morning and she comes home after dark. Took her a long time to return last night, but sometimes she doesn't come when I call, but instead deposits herself between the screen door and the inside door, sitting there until I notice her. She looks very funny there. Anyway, she continues to be extreeeeemly affectionate and a bottomless pit of hunger. And without prey. What's up with that? Sometimes she sleeps downstairs, while the mice lick the peanut butter off of the traps without tripping them. Shhhh, don't wake the cat.


Payday today and I have a long list of things to spend money on, if there happens to be a dollar left after car payment, insurance payment, phone bill, electric bill, bill for privilege of living in America. I ordered some daffodil bulbs and iris corms to replace the ones that got dug up by recent "landscaping." Must get kittie supplies, am using borrowed litter box. Begrudgingly purchasing one, always swore I would NOT have one in my house. D's is for #1 only, no #2 allowed. Also must get carrier so I can carry her to kennel when I travel for Thanksgiving. I know, most people leave cats at home & have someone come to feed them, but I don't ask people to do favors for me, so there you go. No doubt this is why I have no money.


Peter continues to play with my land. Yesterday he scraped my driveway so it's now all dirt. Mud season will be a nightmare next spring, but I told him to do whatever he wanted to. He brought his dump truck over because he decided he wants my big rocks at his house. I love recycling, so I'm really happy he found a home for them. I'm used to the volleyball court that is my yard, but I don't think anyone else is.


Weather is great--warm. Slept with the bedroom window wide open last night. 50 degrees in the morning, supposed to get up to 70 on Monday. Would love to stay home and sun in the yard, but am taking Nov. 9 off to have stove pipe cleaned so will try to get work done. Am working on reports for member libs. (and us) comparing items in collections to number of circs by categories. Once again I've proven that our patrons don't read biographies. And that our non-fiction (even our cookbooks) don't circulate. The bookmobile stats are far more interesting, since that's our only direct service point. Anyway, the member library reports take forever to do--lots of manipulating cells and moving stuff around in Excel. I've pretty much got a rhythm going (although last night I thought of a way to tweak them to make them much more understandable, so will have to re-do the 12 I've already printed). Have to do 30 by the 29th. Plugging along.


I'm still going to Saranac Lake once a week to catalog their Adirondack Collection. Finding some really strange stuff, ask the curator why the books are included in the collection and sometimes even she doesn't know. I'm trying to give them subject headings to explain their relevance but it's not always easy. Like, how can you make it matter that they're from Robert Louis Stevenson's private collection but have nothing to do with the Adks?

Must look for broken book to use as example for workshop. This will not be hard to do.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Nothing to say but it's ok


Nothing to say but it's ok
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Apparently Dottie is not a morning cat.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

She's back, for now

Some people have complained that I've cut down on the frequency of my blogging. I'm always surprised that anyone would miss these comments and reports on my life, but my friend M. said my blog is better than a phone call: you can take it any time you want to and you don't have to respond. Plus, I see how often I check blogs of the people whose lives I'm interested in, so I guess I should pay more attention.

Anyway, I mostly blog at work--pretty exclusively, given my dial-access toll call connection at home. Guess I've been busier at work, or maybe more motivated. There's not a lot of new or different or exciting stuff going on, just maybe some other cataloging things than normal. I've been going to Saranac Lake once a week, for half a day to catalog the Adirondack Collection there. They have a really extensive and special collection there and everyone's really excited to get it into the data base. I've never been welcomed with such enthusiasm, and certainly my cataloging has never been appreciated more. I can only do it for 4 hours, though, no earphones, no getting up to walk around, no soda to drink, no conversation. When I tried to do it for 7 hours I started to fall asleep. So I work here for a morning then drive the hour there, work and leave for home. The drive there and to home from there is beautiful.


Things at home are fine, not as peaceful as in the past. I'm not sure why I feel compelled to stir things up when they get settled down but that certainly is my pattern. Twice when I had harmony with two dogs I adopted another dog, both times with bad results. This time at least I only got a cat. And she's a sweet cat, but cats are more demanding than I thought and I'm still working out details of the Peace Talks between canines and feline. Dottie is really getting brave, but the dogs flex every muscle and are poised to pounce when she struts through the room. They get gold stars for restraint. I throw her outside every morning when I go to work and she has finally stopped trying to get back in the house, now trots away from the house. GOOD! I'll not have a fat indoor cat. She seems to be getting fat, too, but so far she's only pooped in the litter box once. NO POOPING IN THE HOUSE!!


Meanwhile I'm still the only one catching any mice. I caught numbers 16 and 17 last night. I assume I caught #17--the trap was missing, so I'm guessing mousie dragged it away somehow. Like the one that got its leg mangled but was otherwise free. Yucka-pucka that was really awful. I opened the kitchen drawer and KAZAM! there it was, eyes as big as, well, let's see, how big can mouse eyes get? Anyway, both of us had a big shock. Worst thing ever in mouse trap lines is not killing one. I put mouse & trap in a plastic bag, took it outside & opened the trap. Super icky. Mouse ran really, really fast (on 3 legs) and took a flying leap off the deck. No longer my problem. Some people stomp them, but I sure am not one of those people. No, I do not want to see them die, I can only deal with their already-dead bodies.


Summer people gone at last. I love everyone dearly but I really want my life back. Columbus Day it's huge social fest, as usual. This year's added bonus was M's son's wedding, a true highlight. Rain didn't really seem to make a difference, except the poor bride never really got a chance to show off her dress properly. I took a picture of the huge table of pies, which I'll give to M. Too fantastic to believe. Lin and I had a great time being social butterflies, even though we knew absolutely not another soul.


Have some issues to deal with but am handling as well as I can. Glad to be doing it on my own, privately. I feel as if I sometimes share too much of my stuff with too many people. Geez, a girl has to keep some parts of herself private, doesn't she? Where's the mystique? I like keeping this to myself, it feels good. My sister has always been good at keeping things to herself, and I've admired that. I've never, ever been capable of that, have always had to blat things, appropriate or not. Which is part of this problem. Well, if I don't want anyone to know about it, why did I bring it up? I guess so people will know a)why I've not blogged and b)if my behavior is different.


Autumn is here. We had our frost but it wasn't really convincing. I brought in some plants and had fires in the stove. I'm really pleased that the elbow of the stovepipe was NOT filled with creosote flakes the way it has been for years in the fall. Means I've been burning good wood at hot enough temps. Anyway I have an appointment to get it cleaned on the 9th of Nov. Am taking the day off, which gives me a 4-day weekend. Yahoo! Funny time to have 4 days, but I really enjoy mornings in my house. Lately I've been getting up at 5:30, which is truly not like me. I get up in total darkness and feel like being up. I have my really neat sunrise alarm clock that lights up the room gradually, like the sunrise. It's great and works, if I don't wake up first.


Am trying to adjust to my fall and winter life but need to get into the routine a little more convincingly. Slept nearly all weekend, recovering from the week and the weekend before. Linda and Erd. were here all week, plus I went out with Lin and Ralph Sat. night. Had a wonderful time, haven't been with them in months and months. It was so nice to have the three of us together again.


My niece (Jamie's sister's daughter) has returned to Africa, where she spent some time several months ago, working at a school there. She's really religious and emails about god and His purpose and love for all of us, which I find really alienating and can't relate to at all. This week, though, she had a long email about two of the children she loves a whole, whole lot. Apparently she's never loved anyone as much as she loves them. I found this pretty sad, having missed out on such a deep and wonderful love until being in your 20's. I joked with Barb yesterday that, by the time I was 23 I'd already felt that about 3 times. Well, twice that really counted. Anyway, Keela is doing really well and certainly feels she's doing what she was meant to do, which is a rare thing. My sister is pondering this whole concept: doing what we were meant to do. Although I never, ever thought of myself becoming a librarian before I went to library school, and I totally fell into it serendipitously (my college advisor--who called me Betty, that's how well he knew me, said that, with my B.A. in history and an M.L.S. I could get any job I wanted. HUH?), I have felt that this was probably the best thing for me to have done with my life. Would I have felt that way if I'd chosen something else to do? Yes, I think so. Like, I argue so well that I might have been a really good lawyer, but when I look at it from here I think that's really depressing because arguing was one of the most pronounced symptoms of my bipolarism. Anyway, I've never thought of any other profession, wishing I'd chosen it instead. No regret about being a librarian. I've thought about being a school librarian, working with elementary kids and watching them discover the wonder of reading and information, plus having summers off, but then I think about public libraries, and here I am. Only it's better than a public library because there's no public! I get to help people who work in public libraries figure out how to help the public and how to run their libraries, plus I get to build a collection for the bookmobile (and the inmates, always the inmates). So I've got it made here. And I've been doing it for 23 years without regret. 30 years in the profession. Thank goodness for the Internet, is what I say. This profession is always changing and gets more interesting all the time.


Long-winded, no? Speaking of fascinating work, I just cataloged kits with things like checkers and beans in them, intended to teach children various things like counting, numbers, who knows--I just made up subject headings I thought might be remotely related to them. Now I have to catalog lucite boxes with seashells and rubber animals in them. I kid you not. I've been putting this off for at least 6 months. Subject headings, anyone?

Thursday, October 11, 2007

laundry


laundry
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Here's a picture of Bill, Ken and me in Ken's house, taken this summer after Sunday dinner. This was after Ken's accident so he looks frailer than usual, but not too much. What's up with my hand?

Wedding day


Wedding day
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Here's the site of the wedding my friend Marylou had for her son on Saturday. I took some pictures inside the tent, of the group, showing the bride and groom as tiny little people off in the distance, but am not posting them.

The wedding was great. That's the river in the background. This is a beautiful spot and a perfect place for a wedding. It rained hard but there were tents for the ceremony and the food, and everyone was fine about the weather. Lin and I were there and had a great time. The food was wonderful and M. pulled it off with aplomb. A plum. Everyone there was so happy to share the occasion.

This is sort of a funny picture--it looks as if these people are at a festival of some sort. Well...I guess they were!

proud friends


proud friends
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
It's never reall ok to post someone's picture without their permission, but here's Marylou holding her Alaskan grandchild, posing with her good friend. I wish I had taken 12 pictures of M. with baby, she really has great joy when she's around that baby.

frozen pumpkin


frozen pumpkin
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Here's how ice sculpture is done in the North Country--with a chain saw. This is a very pretty pumpkin, which turned out well.

All jammed up


All jammed up
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All of these boxes were full of jars of jelly, made by Marylou and Veronica. Each wedding guest got jelly, a beautiful and delicious jar of jelly.

My oh my pies


My oh my pies
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
These are the pies that M's friends baked for the reception. I was really impressed by how beautiful (and numerous!) they were. Lin was itching to have a piece of pecan pie. No, she was obsessed with having a piece of pecan pie. I left before the pie cutting, but she was still there. I don't know if she got her pie or not. I was sorely tempted to stick around for pie, too.

And each layer different


And each layer different
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Here's the cake, baked by the bride's father. He's a baker. This cake was really cool because the layers were suspended above each other. The frosting was done in the basket weave, which must have taken an incredibly long time for all of those cakes!

Friday, October 05, 2007

Can this be true?


Can this be true?
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
A perfect picture of what is at my house these days. It's a loaner cat named Dottie (I'm working on changing her name to Spot). I got her from my friend Julie, who has 8 or 9 cats. Julie hand-picked her for me as a good mouser who's affectionate and has personality. She is affectionate and does indeed have personality, but I showed her a dead mouse in the trap yesterday and she wasn't at all inspired.

We're working out details at a rather slow pace, the dogs and I. Tess is mortally afraid of Dot, walks half a universe around her. Chances is intrigued by the hissing sound this black blob makes (I suppose that's how visually impaired quadrapeds react to things). Dot/Spot will walk up to the dogs, if the planets are lined up right. Mostly she finds them a huge annoyance, to be avoided and ignored. She mostly stays upstairs, where no one ever goes, looking out on the world from the windows there. Last night she didn't come home, causing me to dream that she came home (and that my house was falling apart). My worry, as was Julie's at her house, is that something in the forest will kill her.

This morning when I called her name I heard her soft answer and she came running for breakfast (I'm sure her pace was not caused by joy at being with me).
Anyway, she's fine and I don't think I'll ever become a true cat person, but she's a distraction right now. I'd sure appreciate it if she'd catch a mouse or two.

not quite yet
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
She's pondering the possiblity of posing, but as we know, cats are always in control of what they ultimately do.

Finally!


Finally!
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And she finally consents to sitting still for just a moment, albeit with back to camera.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

So what is up, anyway?

Nothing, really, I've just been pre-occupied at work and tired at home.
These are pictures of what's been going on at home. My friend Peter got tired of having to back out of my driveway when he came to visit me, and he was working nearby with his bucket loader so he did some work for me. Fantastic! He moved my rock wall (which was all Jamie's doing anyway--I never particularly wanted it there) to the forest's edge, digging up the brambleberry mess in the process. Dug up some perennials as well, but I had enough advance notice so I could have moved them if I were devoted to them enough. Now the fun of planting new ones begins. I may buy some more daffodils this fall to put in somewhere around there, or just wait to let the landscape define itself a while. Anyway, I'm really happy with the result. He had me point out anything I didn't want messed with, so he left my 24-year-old baptisia and my 25-year-old rose bush alone. Everything in between is GONE.

Off to run errands. More later. maybe.

wall2


wall2
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Before...

loader3


loader3
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And after

wall


wall
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before...

loader


loader
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And after

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Want some cheese with that whine?

Oh how I wanted to sleep in the boat house last night. It was 60 degrees and wonderful. I had to meet contractors to talk about whether or not camp was going to collapse in a heap during the winter (it truly is not going to), plus I had to make cheesecake for the mo-mos I work with, as we are having our monthly "we so love working together" luncheon today. Plus I had to stay a little late after work working on collecting specs for the new car we're buying for the system, then get the supplies for the cheesecake, then try to get to camp by 5:15 to meet the contractors. But the contractors weren't at camp at 5:15, so I stayed until 5:45, then went home, where they had been waiting for me because Stevie thought I meant my house was falling down (although I KNOW I told him to meet me at camp). This meant the contractor/quote thing took a lot longer and I didn't get home until 7, too late to make a cheesecake and get to the boat house in a reasonable time. So yes, whine whine whine. But: cheesecake turned out well and if that's all I have to complain about what is wrong with me?

I left the door to the outside world from the bedroom propped open but pretendedly blocked off last night so of course Tess escaped. Pushed open the screen door, then blammed! the whole screen insert apart to get back in (door opens out). This dog reminds me of my yellow Lab Emma, 2 dogs ago, who was the most determined dog I've ever known. She used to jump up on the stove to get to the top of the refrigerator, where Jamie stored the bread (so typical of him: at 6'3", only he could reach the bread). Once I came home to a glowing red burner that she had turned on to high in her efforts at pyrootin'. Anyway, Tess is a much, much nicer dog and her hyjinx (what an awful word) are more endearing. But that's what I faced this morning.

And when I got to work I had plenty of time to research, like a real reference librarian, the 3 models of vehicles we're considering purchasing. I collected (too much) information and have passed it along to Julie, who, it turns out, has already made up her mind because we can get the Chevy Equinox locally right away. Well screw me.

Mouse death toll now up to 13 but there are more, as bait continues to be licked clean night after night. I may take the drastic step of getting a cat. Julie, with 9 cats, has one to spare. She's picked one out for me, a good mouser with a nice personality. She's named Dot because she's black with a white spot on her chest, but I've already re-named her Spot. If I decide to go through with this I'll pick her up maybe Friday or this weekend. I have high hopes for this cat--get those mousies, Spot! And grab a few red squirrels while you're at it. Fred says it's really stupid to get a cat in order to have a mouser, but this one comes with a guarantee. Anyway, we'll see.

A friend is doing some work with his backhoe down the road from me and is sick of having to back down my driveway because there's no room to turn around, so today he's starting to move my stone wall over to the edge of the forest. Should be an interesting project. He's been over at least 3 times to talk to me about it, and we went over which bushes I would like to have him leave alone, if possible. I told him to work on it only as long as he's having fun, but no longer. Men like to play with their big noisy toys, which is why he's really doing this. He might also remove some of the inconvenient rocks in my driveway, depends on what he feels like doing. People are funny when they get started on projects, even when they're working at someone else's house. Right now the backhoe is parked at my house.

Next weekend is Columbus Day--I have this weekend to prepare myself for the onslaught. Fred and I shared the last dockside drink of the year at his place earlier this week and we talked about how intense and hectic Col. Day is. Way too many people, way too much activity. Holts, Linda, Bill's place full of people, others you never know will show up until they get here. This weekend two batches of people are coming. The color (of leaves) isn't great this year but so far there are still leaves on most of the trees, so at least visitors won't be disappointed. At this point I don't think I really care.

Tasks for today? Run the last of the reports identifying collection strengths of our member libraries in prep. for work on cooperative collection development project with them. Have to set up program/policy by next year. As if. Continue exploring work from fantastic workshop I went to on Monday. Cool stuff to play with--wow! get to play with stuff online in the name of work! hot damn.

Must get through staff luncheon, however.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Jones Pond


Jones Pond
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Here's Jones Pond--I've posted pictures of it before. It's between my house and Paul Smiths College. You get a really nice view of it from the road. My friend Marykay wanted me to paddle the pond with her this summer but I didn't have the energy to do it on the weekend. She went without me and turned it into about a 4 hour trip, paddling through connecting waters to other ponds. I've always wanted to paddle this pond, I've driven by it so many times.

The day was unbelievably bright yesterday--I drove from home to Canton and back for a workshop. Behind the hill in the left of this picture you could see Camels Hump mountain, in Vermont. I've never seen anything even close to that from here. Really spectacular.

I had the last dockside drink of the season with Fred. We sat on the dock until dusk, after watching the golden light on the far shore, then the moon rise and bright moonlight across the water. It was really nice but poor Fred--his uncle had just died and he was very sad. I stayed as long as I could but had to go to Ken's to treat a wound he had on his arm. I wanted to stay with Fred and enjoy more time on the dock.

Jones Pond


Jones Pond
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Here's Jones Pond, peeking through the trees along the road. It's really pretty. What a beautiful day it was.

Onchiota


Onchiota
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
This is a really queer building in Onchiota, a queer settlement. It's pronounced On-shy-yo-ta. There's an Indian musem there that school kids take field trips all the way from Plattsburgh to visit, but the museum closes at the end of the summer. There are only a few dozen (at most) people who live there, and I don't even know if this is a functioning store. There's a state campsite nearby so it may be an actual store. There's nothing else there, but an old sawmill a bit down the road. Most people seem to know where "Onchi" is, though.

Alder Brook


Alder Brook
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
This is a spot that's been photographed many times by members of my family over the years. Sometimes it's the view of the actual brook, sometimes this marshy mess. It's about 6 miles from my road and the area as well as the body of water are called Alder Brook. I had thought of calling my basketmaking business Alder Brook Baskets, but then I thought--what if we don't end up living at Silver Lake, how can I explain the name? So I picked something benign, Woods Run, which is totally non-geographical and is a logging term for whatever kind of wood that comes out of the woods, whatever mixture of trees you can cut.

Home


Home
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
My address. Got these tiles in Italy and did a very poor job of mounting them on the side of the house. I would do a much better job now--I cracked the 2 outer tiles and put ugly pieces of wood holding the whole thing together. Sometimes I contemplate taking it all down & starting over but I worry that the numbers will fall apart in my hands. It's something to think about anyway, when there's just a little bit of room in my brain. Like in the wee hours of the morning while Tess is staring at me, boring holes in my head with her eyes, trying to get me to sit up and start the day.

Perch weed


Perch weed
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Here are the geraniums I took from Fred at the end of last year's growing season. They wintered over in my house and had beautiful blooms this year. The perch is the sole survivor (no pun intended) of a really nice piece of artwork that Jamie's brother (Nip the artist) made from pine. It was 3 or 4 yellow perch sticking up dowels from a wooden base. I really loved it but a friends puppy chewed most of the fish. I don't know what to do with this lonely fish. He's really beautiful.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

why DO they cross the road?


why DO they cross the road?
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
These are wild turkeys. We have a pretty large population in the North Country, and lots of them around my house. I saw one just the other day in my driveway. This is a brood and a mom. There were 12 "little" ones--not very little at all. They were all a-twitter because I was trying to take their picture, and they kept running back & forth across the road. Honestly, some birds are really dumb. Turkeys are rumored to be so stupid that they'll drown in a rainstorm if they turn their heads toward the sky and open their mouths. I've heard that from lots of people, but why would a bird do that?

where's waldo?


where's waldo?
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Find the bird here. Not easy, but there's a turkey in the middle of the picture. They were pretty shy that night, but this morning they stood casually on either side of the road when I drove by. Funny birds, and not very attractive, really. Just nice to have around.

barcoding fools


barcoding fools
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
This is what I did yesterday--added holdings to the data base at the Wilmington library. That's Tracey, who would be furious if she knew I had posted her picture in my blog. We took the laptops, used the wireless network and added holdings for stuff that didn't have smart barcodes (wasn't already in the data base). We do that for libraries after we've made one pass with the smart bars. We have a good time when we do it and everyone always comments on how well we work together and how much we laugh. It's always nice to get out together so we can be reminded that it's possible to enjoy the company of one's colleagues. We go out for lunch, too. Yesterday was a beautiful, sunny and warm day but it was freezing in the library (hence my sweatshirt). Plus the toilet didn't work so we had to either wait until noon or use the bathroom next door at the Chamber of Commerce. I went there from home so only worked 9-3, which means I'll make up the time today and tomorrow to avoid using what little time I still have. The Wilmington library is one of our smallest librarires--this is half of the library's non-fiction. I often see someone I know when we go to our southern libraries, and yesterday I saw someone I knew from my basketmaking days. She makes bug hats--they're like fisherman hats covered with netting that you drop down to cover your face & neck with to keep away black flies. It was nice to see her and we agreed it was REALLY time for Ladies' Night, which we haven't had in a long, long time.

wood I?


wood I?
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Now here's something to emulate: Ken's wood supply. I've never known anyone who stacked their wood as well and in such an organized way as this. The middle pile is pine, though, which can only really work to keep the house warm in fall and spring. Ken can stack wood quickly and efficiently. The wood on the right he bought last year and is just about perfect for burning. On the left he bought in the spring and SHOULD be ok, but we'll find out because I bought mine at the same time. That's his wood shop in the background--the former chicken coop. This is just behind his house.

joyous autumn


joyous autumn
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
This is sedum--Autum Joy. It's incredibly common here, probably is most places as well. It's about the only thing besides mums that blooms right now. It's a succulent perennial, which seems a contradition in terms but mine is only 2 years old and is doing really well. It should open a little bit more.

amazing cosmos


amazing cosmos
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
I'm really proud of these cosmos. I grew them from seed and they're a new strain, double blossoms. The should have bloomed about 6 weeks ago, and would have if I'd put them in the ground instead of containers. The price of slothiness. Anyway, they're really pretty right now and I'm lucky I didn't get hit with all the frosts that other places have had recently.

color already


color already
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
This maple looks pretty sparsely populated by leaves. We had some windy rain the other day and we lost a lot of leaves. My driveway is carpeted by maple leaves and looks very pretty (for October).

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Time for a break
Loaded 1896 records for downloadable audio books last week and have been cleaning them up bit by bit this week. Sometimes it puts me right to sleep, other times I get into it. This morning I did it for a couple of hours before my head hit my desk and I sat up with a post-it note stuck to my forehead.

Life has settled down a whole lot for me. Only Fred and one couple left in the neighborhood right now, until Columbus Day. So quiet, nice to have my life back. All I've done this week is go home and watch mindless CSI and Law & Order and Daily Show. Last night I stopped at Ken's for a quick visit. He was really happy to see me and we had a good time. Tues night I met Fred in town for dinner at the so-so Italian restaurant, then we tried to go to the meeting between the Town Board and the Planning Board. Stood in the rain for 25 minutes but no one came so we figured either the meeting had been canceled or they'd held it somewhere else so we wouldn't go. Either way they really need to let the public know.

Mouse trapline is pretty effective these days. So far I've eliminated 8 from my home, but there are more. They're pretty good at licking the peanut butter off the spring without getting whacked. I nail one every other day or so. Victory this morning. I have 2 favorite spots, stupid mice. Sound too gory? Think what it's like for me. Sometimes I hear the WHACK! while I'm watching tv.

Not much going on in life these days. Need to make appointments for eyes, breasts and cervix. Will get to it, probably in that order.

Flowers look like hell on the deck right now so I'll probably empty the pots soon. They just look really skanky so I'll buy a few chrysanthemums for color and call it quits. Have a few perennials to plant but must pull up weeds to make room. Am also planning to move lilies around so I can have someone with a backhoe move my rock wall to the edge of the yard, making it easier for the plowman. Projects and more projects. Not something I'm good at working on. I did start cutting up my lumber for kindling, though. Joe showed me how to use my *wonderful* cordless circular saw so I've been slowly cutting up my lumber pile for this year's kindling pile. It's lots of fun but I can only do a few boards at a time because my arm gets tired--the saw is heavier than I thought and I don't want to make any mistakes. I'm fairly confident but am very careful. Now I have 2 saws to use, very exciting. The reciprocating saw is electric so I have to use lots of extension cords, but it's' good for cutting down small trees. Must address the issue of slightly larger trees, since I've let too many of them grow too big. Ken bought a small brush hog yesterday. That would be really useful but I can't imaging borrowing it from him--his brand new toy. Besides it's probably too heavy. It's like a weed whacker with a saw on the end. way cool.

Back to my precious data base.

BFF


trails end 008
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Linda, my Best Friend Forever.

ignoring me


trails end 010
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
This is Bill sitting at Linda's dinner table. The lake is about 5 feet from the windo, with a cedar tree between the table and the lake. It's a wonderful place, Linda's camp. It's called Trail's End because it's at the end of the road.

Grumpy pug


trails end 013
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
This is Amber. She looks really cross. Probably is cross because she doesn't want her picture taken, she wants to be on my lap. ALL the time.

old man in a chair


trails end 009
Originally uploaded by woodsrun

pugging for the camera


trails end 019
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Yes, that's me with 2 pugs. Lilly and Buffy, I think. Amber got disgusted and is on the other side of the couch. There is a series of shots of me with various looks on my face. I like having the pugs on my lap, they really are friendly dogs but they're very needy and have to be held all the time. And Amber takes the longest ever time to find the perfect spot to pee outside (not so long inside, though). I'd never have the patience to deal with that. My dogs pee at the foot of the steps and that's it: DONE!

trails end 015


trails end 015
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
I'm pretty sure this is Lily. She finally figured out you can get warm if you sit in front of the fire (took her long enough). It was cold the last day Linda was there, after 2 really warm day. I slept in the boat house Thurs. and Friday nights, really warm, then Sat. night it got incredibly cold. Now I'm not sure I'll be back down there for anything other than clean up. Docks are out, next thing is to nag Dennis to get the water out before it freezes. No small task.

9/12/07


sept color 002
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
This is the forest at the edge of my back yard at 7:00 this morning. Lots of color coming fast. The soft maples are turning/have turned red and orange. It's early, probably because we've had so little rain. My well reflects the lack of rain too, it's really low. I'm good at conserving water but geez, what does the future hold?

OHR


sept color 001
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
And this is looking up Old Hawkeye Road from my driveway. Yikes! Won't be long before everything will be full of color, then trees will be naked!
DIV id=testResultInfo>

Your Score: The Seventh Doctor

You scored 46% intelligence, 26% compassion, 25% sense of humor, and 25% weirdness!



You're a well-rounded "multi-purpose" kind of Time Lord. You enjoy a laugh every now and then, but you know when to stop fooling around and become indignant, devious, compassionate, or just downright unpredictable at the appropriate times. Your turn-ons include question marks, trilled rrrr's, and people who enjoy a good doff of the hat every now and then. Your turn-offs include burnt toast, train stations, unrequited love, and metallo-organic creatures who like to plunder Earth in search of powerful, ancient artifacts that will give them dominion over the cosmos. This happens more often than one might think.

Link: The Which Doctor Who Are You? Test written by TottersLane on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test
So which would I rather be: intelligent or compassionate? Considering the fact that I have no insight or context for the questions...

Wednesday, August 29, 2007


Young Liza
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
We had a grand time with old photographs while we were at Liza's Took pictures of images from a wide span of decades. I have the first picture ever taken of me, but it's not much of an image and you can't really tell it's me.

This is my mother, Elizabeth Firth. She was called Betty then. My father decided to call her Liza. I can see Henry's features in this pictures, maybe a little of me, and of course Jenica.

Favorite SR 8/07


Favorite SR 8/07
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
This is how I remember my father looking. Bowtie, sport coat--I remember that one specifically. I don't remember that his glasses were so geeky, but that was the fashion then. I remember him holding his Camels just that way, and the way he held them as he inhaled. This is Dr. Spaulding Rogers of Rockford College.

HGR hat


HGR hat
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
A really, really favorite picture of Henry. I wish I remembered him looking like this--all my images are based on photographs. My earliest memories of how he looked don't start until he was older, say 13 or so. That would make me 10.

NJ Christmas


NJ Christmas
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Maplewood, NJ in some year during the early '60s. That was my maternal grandparents' house.

I'm engaged


I'm engaged
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
That's me in the handmade rocking chair my grandfather gave me as a wedding present in, say 1971 when I was engaged the first time. In 1969 Howard and I decided we would get married in 1972. I was 17. But we were really, really in love and very happy. Then I went to college and things changed.

HGR 1974


HGR 1974
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
My brother as a young man.

Cuties


Cuties
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
HenryMollyBetsy. I dare you to find 3 cuter children. We were happy and we were beautiful.

A pair


A pair
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Yes, I can tell them apart. That's Tess on the left, Chances on the right.

Glued together


On top of 8/07
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
I ask you, are these not the most beautiful dogs you've ever seen?

Happy campers


group RI 8/07
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Here's the group. We're all smiling because we're happy. This is the Spauling Rogers family, except for Enrico. There's Mark in the background.
Whew!
Back at home, back at work, hopefully pretty much back to normal. A few summer people still here but the crowd will thin by next week. Two dinner invitations on my answering machine when I got home last night.


I've just returned from Utica (central NY), from a conference of public library systems in NY. There are 22 of us systems and there were 115 people at the conference--director from each of the systems, for the first time in many, many years. Usually only about half or 2/3 of them show up so this was pretty cool. The rest of the attendees were consultants, people like me who do various things within the systems. I saw people I haven't seen in a long time and met some new people. Lots of the directors are people I've known for 20 or so years, who used to be Assistant Directors or consultants. Some of the directors are getting ready to retire. Most of the consultants are people I don't know. We had 2 really productive meetings of the Reference Consultants, lasting all morning on Monday. We had 4 excellent speakers who got me all fired up and have left me with a big wad of work to try to do for our little system in our little rural setting with our tiny little population. Marketing, communication, letting the patron's guide us so we'll be serving their needs. Blogs, better websites, letting member libraries and patrons evaluate databases, Facebook and this really cool online course that the IT person from Charlotte & Mecklenberg (NC) has put together. And a great formula to determine how much money's worth of service libraries provide in their communities. Like, in Suffolk County (Long Island) for each $1 spent on libraries there's a $4 return on the investment in terms of jobs created by construction of new buildings and additions, savings in use of free internet connections, free use of materials, etc. Of course, they paid $20,000 to a consultant for the full version--the formulas and abbreviated versions are available free online.


Then there was the tour of the brewery where Saranac beer is brewed. The tour was great, except it was after the brewery was closed so we didn't get to see the bottling part in action. Anyway, they gave us as much beer as we could drink while we had our social hour and waited for the other half of our group to tour (group too big to tour at once), then we each got a free 6-pack of beer or ginger beer or root beer to take home. Pretty cool, huh. I took Pomegranate Wheat, which was really good.

Julie and I roomed together, as we always do. Lots of conversation and laughing. The director told me I would have to drop her off at the airport, where her husband would drop off their car when he flew back to Alaska on Mond. morning. I assumed she meant Burlington, adding 2 hours to my trip home, after the 4 hour drive back to Plattsburgh, making it too late for me to pick up the dogs at the kennel. Half way back to Plattsburgh (during one of the 4 stops we had to make because the staff car kept overheating) I found out it was the Plattsburgh airport, which is on my way home. HOW EMBARRASSING! She couldn't believe I would ever think she would ask me to take her to Burlington. Well, woman, I'm used to a director who orders me around like a Philipino gardener, and if I don't do what she says the Board hears about it. So we laughed a lot about it, but I could tell it upset her that I would think that of her.

Anyway, I was late getting to the kennel as it was, 8:30, which is the latest Joan ever likes to have me pick them up. The dogs were great--when I dropped them off they pulled on their leashes, dragging Joan to the kennel building. Even though it cost $80, I didn't have to worry about whether they were suffering while being boarded--she has 3 fenced in acres and lets them run around with other dogs. Only my yellow Lab Emma (the grumpy one) burrowed under the fence. These girls are perfectly happy to be there.


Everyone's been busy writing about things like dreaming of Henry, which I often do. When I dream about him he's always fine and there's not that feeling that "you're not supposed to be here, you're dead." Molly once told me about a friend who had a dead mother and dreamed he got a phone call from her. He said "I can't talk to you, you're dead," and hung up the phone. Maybe that's a saner approach to dead people, I don't know. I have happy dreams about Henry, which I find comforting and sort of cheering.

Molly writes of memories--we spend a lot of time on reviewing our memories when we're together. My mother often used to say to me "It's too bad you only remember the bad things about your childhood." I guess I did say a lot of negative things, and now I have more pleasant memories I can report. There are plenty of unpleasant things to remember but plenty of good ones too. I remember ballet lessons with my sister when we were very young and how exciting that was, and I remember the horseback riding ranch we went to for a week, where we got to ride every single day and were responsible for saddling & bridling our horses. We reviewed the places we lived when we were all together, and that was a nice exercise. I remember the hours my sister and I spent running around on our stick horses in the parking lot of the funeral home we lived next door to in Urbana, Ill. Gee, I feel as if I should send this to my mother to show her that I know GOOD things happened to me.

I remember a lot of bad things about my marriage (which I WON'T recount here, you can all relax) and seem to have trouble pulling up the good things. Maybe that's a defensive device, who knows. I try not to obsess about it but I still fuss in my mind sometimes. That was a dozen years ago, but it lasted for 10 important years.

I read Dooce's blog about going back to L.A. and her feelings about the city. I have some of the same feelings about Rhode Island: it's where I grew up. I lived with a man for 4 years (and boy did I ever learn stuff from that relationship!). I earned my masters degree in a field I'd never really heard of, and got my first job in that field, discovering a whole world of wonderful work.
I started to define the sort of adult I would be. I watched my father die and mourned his death, dealing pretty unsuccessfully with my mother during that. I have many regrets about the way I handled that. I made some wonderful friends (only 2 of whom I keep in touch with, 20 years later). I got to work in the 2nd largest public library in New England, with 600,000 volumes and used to be an amazing place. I got to spend lots of time in Providence, a really cool city. I got to spend so much time at the ocean that I got sort of sick of it. I got to buy a lobster for $3 and have it for dinner when I was a poor graduate student. I discovered that I can live alone and enjoy it.

And now look where I am! I get to live in an even more wonderful place, I have really wonderful, lifelong friends, I have Ken's guidance and friendship, I have Fred to entertain me, I have this set of dogs for now and I know that when a dog dies you can replace it and survive the loss. I also know that the way I live my life is not dramatic or a big deal, it's just my life. We all life in places that present challenges. Right now my sister is facing a challenge that would be incredibly difficult for me to bear: 100-degree heat. I don't know what I would do in heat like that that lasted so long. I know I'd be cross and miserable. I suppose that's what people think about my -20 degree days, but I sort of enjoy them. They're beautiful and offer a lot to appreciate. Lucky thing we're all different. And have different memories, as hard as that can be.


Thursday, August 23, 2007

Why would they want them in the Adirondacks?

Belching moose add to global warming OSLO (AFP) - A grown moose belches out methane gas equivalent to 2,100 kilograms (4,630 pounds) of carbon dioxide a year, contributing to global warming, Norwegian researchers said Wednesday.That is more than twice the amount of CO2 emitted on a round-trip flight across the Atlantic Ocean from Oslo to the Chilean capital Santiago, according to Scandinavian Airlines.

"An adult moose emits about 100 kilograms of methane gas a year. But methane gas is much stronger than carbon dioxide, so to get the equivalent you have to multiply by 21," professor Odd Harstad at the Norwegian University of Life Sciences told AFP.

With an estimated 140,000 moose roaming Norway's forests, that is a total of of 294,000,000 kilograms of CO2 per year.

But Harstad said that was no reason to begin killing off the entire moose population.

"Moose have very important functions in nature. They are ruminants that eat the grass. If we don't have ruminants, we have too much grass and that changes the landscape and has consequences for the flora and fauna," he said.

Harstad said the figure of 100 kilograms of methane gas was a rough estimate based on earlier calculations for beef cows in Norway.

As is the case with cows and other ruminants, methane is produced from the microbes in the moose's stomach which help break down the roughage they eat.

Because methane gas is stronger than carbon dioxide, it is considered even more harmful to the environment. Both methane and carbon dioxide are so-called greenhouses gases, one of the main causes of global warming.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Home again, home again jiggedy jig

I know Jenica and Molly have referred to our recent famliness, but none of us has had the time to go into detail. We had a great time together. I had more than 2 weeks off to spend with Molly, Liza and Anna, and we got to see Jenica for several days during that time. We spent time in RI and at Silver Lake. The weather was good, although it was really uncomfortably hot part of the time in RI. The solution to that is: go to the beach and swim in the ocean.


We spent lots of time at the beach and I swam in the ocean a lot. I like to swim in salt water, but I'm used to swimming in clear, clear water. It's important that I see my feet when I swim. Anna teased me when I talked to her on the phone after I got home and said they'd been to the beach and it was dead calm (just the way I like it) and crystal clear (just the way I like it) and you could see your feet. That girl is pretty funny.

Mark went to the beach with us and so did Liza a couple of times. It was great to have her there. We ate lobster, fish, bivalves and lots of pasta dishes. My poor sister--each year we ask her to cook pasta dishes night after night for dinner. It's such a treat to have wonderful, simple dishes like that, and she's a good Italian cook.

We cohabited in great harmony. I always marvel that we can fit so many people with such varied sleeping habits in the boat house, but it seems to work every year. I don't think it's easy for Jenica and Anna, who would like to sleep later, but they're nice about having us up early, moving around and making coffee. The lake was beautiful, Molly saw and recorded the sunrise each day, we swam a lot, docked a lot, and tolerated the 40 relatives who showed up for our annual meeting.

And now it's back to Hawkeye in August, which is a busy time. Linda and Erdvilas are here for 3 weeks, the Holts were here for a long weekend, my friends the Neels have been here for a month and various others are around. Last night I had dinner with the Holts, the first dinner party in their new house. Had a nice time and they were really proud and pleased. Tonight is Linda's annual Campfire, at which the daughters of a former camper (who was a movie "star" for a while and in her prime dated Christopher Reeve, even bringing him to Silver Lake) put on a show of some sort. Usually a portion of a musical. Last year it was a couple of scenes from Oliver. Not sure they've had time to prepare this year but I suspect they have. Anyway Campfire Night usually attracts a big crowd.

This weekend is Road Clean-Up and the Conservationists' picnic and meeting. yuck. I'm pretty tired of this group but I do think it's important to support a shoreowners' association. I've been secretary for probably 10 years and have edited the newsletter for at least that long. Linda is current president but can't serve another term and is having a really hard time figuring out who will serve next. NO ONE wants to do this.

Sunday I'm off to Utica (armpit of NY) for a conference--public library systems of the state. Always a good conference, used to be an annual thing but has sort of fallen by the wayside in recent years, so it's important to go. Will be back Tues. night, will board dogs for 3 nights, maybe 4. $100 or so. Who's got money for that? Someone else, not me.

Tess is suffering from her annual ragweed allergy attack. Uncontrollable scratching, poor thing. I took them both in for their 2nd anti-Lyme disease boosters last week & picked up prednisone for her but it's taking quite a while to kick in. Starting to see some relief at last. She had quite a social time over the weekend; I had reports from 3 camps that she'd been down to visit them and she was returned to the house by the girls who do the musicals, after going for a run with them (and their golden retriever named Athena).

Friday night was Big City Bingo, this year with a crowd of 40 (about normal). Nice time but it was really cold. The weather has been perfect late Sept. weather--yesterday it was 40 in the morning, didn't check today. Saranac Lake recorded 39 yesterday and was supposedly the coldest spot in the country. Dubious distinction.

And now it's time to wrangle with the Circulation Policy I was supposed to have it ready for the August board meeting (which was last night). I used vacation as an excuse, but now I have none and must proceed. It's hard to start these things from a blank page. Especially when you lack the motivation.

I just picked up some prints I had made--Molly and Liza went through a bunch of slides and family pictures while we were in RI. Some wonderful pictures of my brother as a child. He was really cute (so were Molly and I, but for he was really angelic). Also got some pictures of ancestors from a cousin, always fun to look at.

Can delay the inevitable no longer.








Geez--You'd think he would have been more careful, but he's obviously dedicated to his job

British dwarf's penis gets stuck to hoover

Mon Aug 20, 3:50 PM ET

EDINBURGH (AFP) - A dwarf performer at the Edinburgh fringe festival had to be rushed to hospital after his penis got stuck to a vacuum cleaner during an act that went horribly awry.

Daniel Blackner, or "Captain Dan the Demon Dwarf", was due to perform at the Circus of Horrors at the festival known for its oddball, offbeat performances.

The main part of his act saw him appear on stage with a vacuum cleaner attached to his member through a special attachment.

The attachment broke before the performance and Blackner tried to fix it using extra-strong glue, but unfortunately only let it dry for 20 seconds instead of the 20 minutes required.

He then joined it directly to his organ. The end result? A solid attachment, laughter, mortification and ... hospitalisation.

"It was the most embarrassing moment of my life when I got wheeled into a packed AE with a vacuum attached to me," Blackner said.

"I just wished the ground could swallow me up. Luckily, they saw me quickly so the embarrassment was short-lived."

Monday, August 20, 2007

Well fan me with a brick!


Karl Rove Directed Government Funds For Political Gain

That is the rather shocking revelation that comes out of a fascinating article in today’s Washington Post:






Your Score: Loner - ISFP


40% Extraversion, 40% Intuition, 46% Thinking, 46% Judging



Ahh...the sweet serenity. The utter perfection of all creation. The wondrous beauty of nature. The sweet sparrow singing along in the great orchestra we call life...

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? You're the type of person people always love to mock because they don't believe there's anyone ACTUALLY like you.

Do realise that you ostracise people with your behaviour or is it all subconscious? You're so quiet and reserved it's almost impossible to get to know you well, and when someone finally does, all you want to talk about is grace and beauty and harmony!

Ugh. Sure, you "genuinely care for others" and all that rubbish, but when it boils right down to the basics you take life far too seriously.

Throughout the entire test, I bet you were searching for "further clarification and hidden meaning" so that you might improve your pitiful life. And woe and behold if it betrayed your intense values system!

You need to STOP smelling the daisies. Believe it or not, logic does have a place in this world...imbecile.

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If you want to learn more about your personality type in a slightly less negative way, check out this.

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The other personality types are as follows...

Pushover - Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging
Criminal - Introverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving
Borefest - Introverted Sensing Thinking Judging
Almost Perfect - Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving
Freak - Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging
Loser - Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving
Crackpot - Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging
Clown - Extraverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving
Sap - Extraverted Sensing Feeling Judging
Commander - Extraverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving
Do Gooder - Extraverted Sensing Thinking Judging
Scumbag - Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving
Busybody - Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging
Prick - Extraverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving
Dictator - Extraverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging

Link: The Brutally Honest Personality Test written by on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test


From cat via my sister.
Well, who doesn't know I've turned into a loner. And we all know there's no one like me--just ask ANYONE who's spent a few hours with me. Fred and Ken tell each other there's no one who has a bigger heart than I do, and that I'd give anybody anything they asked for if I had it. This surprised me a bit, but when I thought about it I realized it was true, and I was surprised anyone would conclude that, based on my behavior. Of course, I spend an inordinate amount of time with both of them and am always offering to help or give them something. I would do just about anything for anybody, and certainly I'd be happy to give away pretty much anything I own (except for my dogs)(and maybe my house--because, after all--where would I live?).

And my family has seen me stop to smell the roses many times, on our way to the beach from the car. The best smelling roses--rosa rugosa, wild ones growing by the beach. Plus the rose bush I have at my house, right at the foot of my deck stairs where you can't help but smell it on the way to work each morning when it's in bloom.

And who doesn't know I ostracize people--a great flaw of mine, come by it honestly, since I was trained by a master (my father). No matter how hard I try, it seems impossible for me to stop. "Oh shut up and stop it," I tell myself--and say out loud in the presence of others plenty of times.

OK, here's what's really, really wrong: QUIET AND RESERVED. NOT. Lots of times (though much less than most of my early life) I feel as if people don't know me, but that's certainly not because I'm quiet and reserved!

So did I stare at these questions and try to figure out what they really meant? Not really, except for the one about Who would win a fight, Winnie the Pooh or Elmer Fudd (well, really Winnie would) or Who's better looking, Donald Trump or Bill Gates (you have to admit that would be Bill Gates).

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Who's calling please?
OK, I'm back.

News is:
  • New manager at convenience store where I get my coffee every morning--I miss David but he's run off to be a corrections officer.
  • House is now run by mice. They have established a village on my kitchen counter, complete with houses, garages, tiny automobiles and restaurants. So far score is: Betsy=2, Mice=too numerous to count
  • Little Dog's ragweed allergy is going full bore. Cannot start prednisone treatment until tomorrow because she will become retarded or start to sing opera or something similar due to drug interaction with anti-Lyme booster she got on Monday
  • Sister and Niece leave country today. Much sadness.
  • Oh yeah--wonderful vacation. Film at 11.