Holding Out 'Til Wednesday

So I'll have something interesting to start NaBloPoMo with.

Eep - 30 days straight?? I'm going to have to write myself a note to remember.

My Fictional Life

From a Lileks' Bleat of last week:

If this had been a Peter DeVries novel or Cheever story, someone – usually a failed but charming intellectual becalmed in the suburbs – would be canoodling with someone else’s wife in the kitchen, who responded to the classical allusions floating on the seducers winey breath with a sharp mocking retort that would end in a brisk cynical coupling seventy pages later.

I'd love to be a character in that book.

Today's Question

I always say that I don't give money to beggars, but if they want food I'll gladly buy some for them.

So this morning a dude approaches me outside of the grocery store and asks if I'll buy him some chicken.

And I did - but the entire time I'm thinking, "what if he does this all day and totally plays on people's generosity? And at the end of the day he has gotten all his meals and maybe more than I've eaten during that same period?"

But what if he was really hungry? It was $3 I'll never miss, and at least I know he's not drinking his breakfast.

So why do I feel like a fool?

And why am I so cynical about the whole thing? Why can't I just believe that he was hungry and needed some food and he wasn't scamming me?

When did I quit trusting everyone?

I don't feel like I did something nice for another person - I feel like a heel.

MYSTERY DATE!

"Busy girls today aren't just meeting potential prom dates, they're solving mysteries as well!"

Umm...I don't so much want that version. Thanks.

But courtesy of Jen, I remembered that there are several versions.

Is your date behind the door?

Worry

I spend a lot of time worrying. About a lot of things.

But most days it's school. I don't know why I worry so much about it, because I'm doing fine and I think I'm actually learning something useful. Something that I'm going to use someday in a big (I hope) way.

And then the other week I had a dream. My dead grandmother told me not to waste this degree like I did the last one.

Even the dead have something to say about it.

No wonder I worry.

Yeah, I'm Crazy.

National Blog Posting Month

Get ready for 30 days of blogging fun starting November 1st!

Nothing to Say.

Seems there is an epidemic of nothing to say in the blogosphere.

Me too.

I'm all talked out, I guess. Because really - who wants to hear about metadata again? I'm not sure I even want to, but it's going to be a big part of my next career, so I'd better get used to it.

I'd rather speak of the big picture project...the one that I have no clue about how to start. But there is no time to think about that when I'm trying to design a vocabulary.

*Sigh*

Hmm.

Is it weird when one of your grad school instructors is the moderator of your department's MySpace group?

I mean, he's not much older than me and all, but still, he taught me web design this summer.

I'm not sure how I feel about it.

But of course I joined the group.

But Can I Use It?

I've spent two weeks learning about metadata and have now regurgitated 10 pages of content about how it relates to our profession.

If I don't have practical knowledge of it now, I never will.

And really - I'm more interested in what we DON'T have standards for - like folksonomies. So much more interesting.

Now it's back to my regularly scheduled vocabulary design.