calling all correspondents

http://everyday.blogs.com/humble/2005/10/calling_all_cor.html

It was a Saturday morning in Highland Park, and mild mannered children's and cataloguing librarian Sarah Louise was up trolling the internet for houses. Her first discovery: the house she saw the other day and thought was cute is even more expensive than the house across the street--ouch! Her second discovery: a cute house on Butler street whose "multiple photos" claim a river-view (hmm, tempting). Her third discovery: a very creative listing that showed a house on N. St. Clair and then beautiful pictures of Highland Park: the fountain by two views, Tazza D, and the Zoo marquee. After about twenty minutes, she decided she'd rather check her email.

Ah! A comment from one of her favorite bloggers, Joke! Sarah Louise has more impetus now to get her digital camera working, as she now needs not only to post pictures of actual pink shoes that actually look pink, she has a t-shirt that Joke should see that is about bound periodicals and is pink! She comments back to Joke (realizing again that she needs to figure out how to get comments to actually email people instead of only posting on the blog) and decides to post, because, well, it's a gorgeous day for a walk, but she'd rather stay in and blog.

She wonders if there's anything new on Babelbabe and Gina's blog, so takes a quick break. Babelbabe has included an article on librarians that Sarah Louise sent her a few days ago. You go girl! Sarah Louise decides that before she re-tapes her book quote to the wall, she'll quote it here: "Naturally you're out of book space. Everyone is out of book space. If you're not out of book space you're probably not worth knowing." (Roger of Martin, 1979) (And no, SL does not know where she found this quote.)

A train sounds its horn in the distance.

Sarah goes back to Behind the Stove and reads BabelBabe's comment to SL's earlier comment. Ah, the love-fest continues.

Another train.

Last night, Sarah fell asleep on the couch after watching Career Girls, which is a Brit flick about two girls on the town (London) with many flashbacks to their college years. It's not Hollywood, folks, it's actually depressing, but it was worth the second viewing. It has a lot of great quotes and is one of those movies that the trailer is actually more wonderful than the movie itself. SL decides to look it up on IMDB.

Her favorite IMDB listed quote, one she only noticed last night:
Annie: I'll cook you some pasta, like the old days.
Hannah: Living in the pasta.

Her favorite one of all, "Here's to us, the Bronte sisters!" "We always get the brunt of everything!" It's much better on-screen. It's in the trailer.

She reads Roger Ebert's review and likes this paragraph: "What is the use of a film like this? It inspires reflection. Strongly plotted films establish a goal and reach it, and we can go home under the impression that something has been accomplished. Mike Leigh's films realize that for most people, most days, life consists of the routine of earning a living, broken by fleeting thoughts of where our efforts will someday take us--financially, romantically, spiritually or even geographically. We never arrive in most of those places, but the mental images are what keep us trying."-- Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun Times

SL had forgotten that she'd seen Mike Leigh's other movie, Secrets and Lies (or has she?) Yes. And upon viewing the available online trailer of CG, she recommends renting (or borrowing from your favorite public library) "Picture Perfect" which has the real trailer. Ebert also discusses the practice Hannah and Annie have in the movie of using Wuthering Heights as a sort of Ouiji board, saying "Miss Bronte, Miss Bronte...(insert question)." ("Miss Bronte, Miss Bronte, will I find a fella soon?" "Must come!")

It is now 8:17, EST. SL contemplates the fact that she has not yet eaten breakfast. Hmm...rice krispies? She bought them last night at Giant Eagle and purchased the Kelloggs box because it claimed to have a Chicken Little bobble-head inside. The one she got was "Fish out of water." SL doesn't even like bobble-heads, she just wanted the Chicken Little one. SL has also realized recently that she doesn't get angry very often. So here's some anger: I. WANTED. THE. CHICKEN. LITTLE. BOBBLE. HEAD. DARN. IT.!!!!

SL decides it *is* breakfast time, since at 10:30 she has a date with herself to go see Peter Sis.

Wow! They really do Snap, Crackle and Pop!

Sarah catches the tail end of a PBS interview with Jimmy Carter, noticing, perhaps for the first time, how much like Fred Rogers he seems. SL shook hands with JC and his daughter Amy (so presumably also wife, Rosalynn) when they visited Bonn in 1977? Nothing else is good on TV, so she decides to see what's in the CD drive. George Winston, no, not right now. How about "How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb"? (Although for some unknown reason, the first song, "Vertigo," won't play--it played once, but that was a fluke. It plays on her Disc-man and stereo, just not on her computer. So "Miracle Drug" is the first song, which was actually a major part of the "message" at the healing service SL went to on Wednesday. She had forgotten this until now--she got an extra bulliten for BJ, who loves Bono.

Back to reviews of Career Girls. This review is a pretty good one. Ouch--pretty good? SL has been realizing that her writing these days really needs...help. Could she write the poetry she used to? She is reconsidering her earlier thoughts re: the Short Story class at the UP, since to enter the MFA program at Carlow, she needs recommendations from three people who know her as a creative writer.

EST 8:42. The last time SL didn't have to be somewhere before 10:30? SL walks into the other room to find her calendar in her "messenger bag." Monday, which was noteable in that SL also completely missed a therapist appointment at 1 pm.

SL decides that maybe it's time to link up this post and do something like:
take a walk, do Beth Moore study, write the great American novel, or pay bills.

9:20 EST. All linked up. Enjoy! In T minus 70 minutes, SL will be listening to Peter Sis!! Better get a shower, dahling!