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There is a North Skunk Creek and a South Skunk Creek, but no Dead Skunk Creek.

There was a Dead Horse Creek in Wyoming (as well as a Crazy Woman Creek, which I side-eyed until I decided it was preferable to Dead Woman Creek), and just generally, Wyoming had a lot of creeks of the [Adjective] [Noun] Creek [Road] formula.

Iowa was the land of wind turbines. They had a whole gentle giant majesty going on especially when compared to the smoke stacks of South Dakota ejaculating poison into the air (seriously though, the phallic imagery was pretty epic).

Little Sioux had a billboard that seemed bigger than the town itself saying "Prepare to meet thy God". Um. Sure. I'll meet my god, who doesn't exist. Then Sioux City, and finally Sioux Falls where Bobby and Snowmiser conspired to trap me for the night with blizzarding and road closures. Though I guess if I was going to be delayed somewhere, it's nice that it was a place I got to make Supernatural references about.

This is the first time my car has ever gotten below 30 miles per gallon (27: yikes!), but I figure it was due to a combination of the car being weighted down with my stuff and the weather/windiness as well as spending a lot of time idling to warm up the car in the morning when it was below zero out. And the other numbers were in the 30s and I got as high as 37 on one tank, so not too terrible overall.

Driving in the wind is incredibly tense-making. Even with the extra weight, I had to make minute course corrections and got all hunched up over the steering wheel about it. I know some of the extra windiness was from the storm, but seriously, set up some wind turbines and you'd be set for power.

In other reference makings, I stopped in Bozeman, Montana for gas on the final day of driving. I seem to have a thing for states with future Star Trek history in them. Going from the future birthplace of Captain Kirk (although not in the alternate timeline of the reboot cuz there he was born in space), to the future site of the launch of the first human warp drive/first contact with the Vulcans.

I wound up spending a lot of time following trucks and sort of using their speeds as a reference to what would be best given the icy conditions and wind.

I did not get hit by a Semi when "Bad Moon Rising" came on the radio.

There were periods of no radio reception as well as only scary religious radio reception, and lots of country (which led to me discovering Carrie Underwood's "Blown Away").

Bootsie was of course NOT PLEASED throughout the ordeal, but he wasn't overly howly about it, and he drank and ate a little the second night so I didn't have to force water down his throat with an eye dropper like I did the first night (I was slightly less worried about dehydration since it wasn't super-hot summertime, but winter Bootsies need liquids too).

Being a "young woman traveling alone" (as both Dad and Aunt Flossie felt the need to warn me about) did not really seem to affect my travels in any way that I could tell.

I'm sure I'm forgetting lots of stuff because well, three days of driving insanity almost two weeks ago, but that gives you a taste, I guess.

Of course when I finally got to my new apartment, they were still putting the flooring in and that made everything extra stressful and obnoxious, and Bootsie hid in the crate while they were there all the next day, which was a little ironic considering how it had gotten progressively more difficult to get him back in there.

But they finally finished, and the new floor is nice, and I got my stuff all moved in. I still have some boxes around that I should probably do something about, but I'm getting there, and my first week of work went well.
fuzzybluemonkeys: I just read the most wonderful story about a beanstalk and an ogre and (oh really)
You'd think they'd use higher quality images for the signature reproductions. Like, I get that you don't want to sign everybody's diploma, but you couldn't take the time to get a high-res scan?

I can see the pixelly shmutz, for frak's sake!
fuzzybluemonkeys: (dorktastic)
Right. So. I wanna sell some of the many books I've made (because let's face it, even if I wrote all journals, all the timez, that shit would not be getting filled up-- also while I'm not in dire straits or anything, I am low on income at the moment).

So I set up a store on WePay because unlike etsy, they do not have a listing fee, which means that if/when my books do not sell, I will not have wasted 20 cents each trying to sell them. Of course the disadvantage is that WePay is a smaller site, but while etsy has the built-in audience of people wanting crafty things, that still doesn't necessarily mean they want my crafty things, or that they can find my crafty things amidst the tons of other crafty things, and did I mention that I only have to give WePay a cut if I actually sell something?

So that's the "logic" behind that, but clearly I have no idea what I'm doing, so if anyone would like to take pity on me and peruse the store and critique the hell out of it, that would be super helpful. Also super helpful: advice on how to advertise without you know, actually paying for advertising?

Yeah, I'm overly pleased with my "All books are bigger on the inside" thing. Deal with it.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Anything you can geek, I can geek greater (geekery)
So here ya go:

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The first form I have ever encountered that has check boxes for Male, Female, or Transgender.
The times they are a changing.
fuzzybluemonkeys: What big eyes you have, the kind of eyes that drive wolves mad (42)
Intestines: *roil roil roil*
Me: Okay, you can roil all you want so long as you don't make me have to run screaming for the bathroom during the Flea Market because I'm not entirely sure there is a bathroom there.
Bootsie: You're fucking with my routine, here, woman.
Me: I know, but I am much too tired to care.
Inestines: *roil roil roil*
Me: Ow, I take it back, stop roiling.

But I got up, and I went to market, to market to sell a fat flea, then home again, home again, $16 profit for me.
It's probably a bad sign when you get rid of $36 worth of stuff (especially at my prices), and you still have some left over (and then there's all the stuff that I'm not even trying to get rid of).
I begin to think that having more space in Iowa is potentially a Bad PlanTM.

But I sold the Autumnal Equibox which is cool because I made it and so forth, and usually I just give that stuff away (such as the Paper Clip Box that I gave to mom cuz it didn't sell and she expressed an interest), so it's like validation: a complete stranger is willing to pay five bucks for my craftings.
fuzzybluemonkeys: (highway)
So I spent, well, we'll say 2.25 days in Iowa City/Coralville because Tuesday and Friday were pretty much Travel Extravaganza days (Drive to Princeton! Take the Dinky! Take the Train! Take the AirTrain Monorail Thingy! Take a Plane! Take Another Plane! Drive Rental Car! And then I got to do all that in reverse! *collapses*). Oddly enough, though I didn't feel well while traveling and had to use the bathroom at various airports, I didn't get the super epic owies until Saturday when I was home, so who knows what's up with that.
So I looked at apartments and found a place I liked (so of course it's all restrictive to get into, but we'll see). I went to the Coralville Public Library a whole lot and used their 30 minutes at a time free internet access to frantically google things and check my email and so forth. And then I got to get a tour at the Center for the Book which is in an old teaching school so the one entrance says "High School" and there are lockers in the halls and stuff. So that was cool, but the Center is very limited physical space-wise, so I'll have to get used to that. Then I met with my adviser, who might not continue to be my adviser because he's more on the history side of things and is, as much as I hate to use a BMR coined phrase, not a practitioner. And while part of my purpose is to learn historical things, I think I'd relate better to someone who does the physical hands-on stuff, since that is my passion or whathaveyou. He did take me to see the University Library's Conservation Lab, which was awesome, cuz I'm a conservation/preservation nerd.
Meanwhile, I was missing my Bootsie something fierce, and he was missing me because he wouldn't even eat his wet food til I came back (though it looked like he munched some dry, so he wasn't starving or anything). So when I finally got home Friday night, we had our reunion and have been snuggling lots to make up for lost time.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Meg living in captivity. (one girl revolution)
Having spent yesterday afternoon getting my yearly dosage of the extended paternal family, I need to talktype about some of the things that bug me about them.

-The reaction to Yes, I am bringing my cat to Iowa with me. From my perspective, that's not... optional.

-The reaction to No, I have not actually visited the University of Iowa campus. I was the same way about Rochester: I'm not going for the scenery, I'm going for school.

-My own reaction to cousin Julia, who has Aspergers, and therefore gets away with spending family get-togethers reading a book and not talking to anyone. I do not deny that I resent her, nor do I deny that it's because I am insanely jealous. Because everyone accommodates her and it never even occurred to anyone to accommodate me. When I was kid, I would have killed to have been able to just read at family gatherings. There were even a couple times yesterday when I caught myself staring enviously. And then Aunt Louise is complaining about how Julia says she's happier not socializing, and I find myself trying to point out that that is, in fact, a valid lifestyle choice without mentioning that it is, in fact, my lifestyle choice. I mean, I get the push to make her be able to interact with people enough to be employable. But, you know, I take my anti-anxiety meds, and I go to work, and I deploy my coping mechanisms. And then I spend the majority of my free time hiding out in my apartment with my cat and interacting with people via the buffer provided by the internet because that's what I like to do. So now I'm mad at myself for not admitting that this is how I live and that I'm happier this way. And while I do bust out the occasional [in-person] social interaction, if Julia is happier to not, then that's fine too.

But yeah, as far as family goes, I think I'll stick with my sister and "cousin" Skip.
fuzzybluemonkeys: (angry mutant squirrels)
I got into the University of Iowa Center for the Book Certificate Program!
This is happy news.

And yet, I am well on my way to a Kermit the Frog level of flailing panic (See here for reference) because, well: moving to Iowa.

In other news, I am currently in the process of extracting the red sprinkles from the rainbow sprinkles with a pair of tweezers so that I can use them for the eyes of my Angry Mutant Squirrel sugar cookies because clearly, I am a crazy person.


Mar. 23rd, 2011 07:49 pm
fuzzybluemonkeys: Rufus/Bucket of Sunshine (oh the humanity)
At this point, I just want them to send me the stupid rejection letter, so I can get on with my life.

But I submitted my financial aid applications! For the financial aid I don't know whether or not I need!


*wanders off to hug the Boots*
fuzzybluemonkeys: What big eyes you have, the kind of eyes that drive wolves mad (42)
March is when I'm supposed to find out whether or not I got into the UICB Certificate program.
Let the obsessive-compulsive checking of the mailbox begin!

In other March news, next Friday is gonna be stabbity needles in the neck day. Yay?
fuzzybluemonkeys: Your silliness is noted. (alpha)
Or at least my application is. Well, it's in the mail, so it's not technically there yet, but it's out of my hands.

Now to resist obsessive-compulsively checking the Delivery Confirmation tracking.


Oct. 5th, 2010 10:21 am
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I am so relieved right now.
The lack of response from Rochester Peeps was due to Leah thinking she had sent a reply email but actually saving it to draft. And I didn't have to try calling again, she figured it out and an email showed up in my inbox this morning. And I have my third recommendation, and I am just like, melted. Melted from relief.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Your silliness is noted. (alpha)
I know I am.

What is it called when people make their own sewing patterns? Let's say, in a wildly hypothetical fashion, that I made my own patterns for my little stuffed animal creatures rather than using somebody else's, how do I say that on I dunno.. maybe the description for my image list? I mean, somebody has to create the patterns that you buy at the store, right? So, what is that job called? Pattern design?

Picspam/NavelGazing )
Don't get me wrong, I like all of them (or else I wouldn't have scanned them), but I'm trying to figure out what the Application Reviewers would like which is probably not the same thing and maybe I should skip the postcard in the portfolio.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Your silliness is noted. (alpha)
So my plan is to include one of the little stuffed animals I made back in college in my "substantive sample of craft or graphic work" (also known as a portfolio). The thing is, I can't decide which one:


Unmutated and not yet angry squirrel

Or a blue ribbon winner at the Middletown Grange Fair
fuzzybluemonkeys: (dorktastic)
[It doesn't really fit with the rest of the Statement of Purpose, but Shal asked for some enthusiasm, and this is what I came up with.]

Books are awesome. And by "awesome" I am referring to the original "awe-inspiring" meaning of the word. Even the most basic of adhesive bindings has the ability to create new worlds. From the lowliest mass market paperback to the most ornate custom handbinding, books are all the same at their core: purveyors of information, sharers of ideas, collectors of human thought. Books are the original internet; the first way to spread concrete ideas and preserve them through generations even after the cultures that wrote them have been lost. And yet, for all that we have been told not to "judge a book by its cover", by its outside, by its appearance, the covers and bindings of these books are what hold them together and protect them. Without adhesives or sewing, books would just be stacks of paper. Without anything to connect the pages to each other, they could be easily separated and lost, destroying the assembled bookly whole.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Your silliness is noted. (alpha)
This statement should convince the admissions committee that the applicant has formulated ideas about the importance of book studies in the context of his or her career aspirations. It should also summarize the applicant's experience, skills, and goals.

[Note: Actual "career aspirations" can be summed up as: working in Conservation/Preservation in a place where co-workers do not induce fits of rage.]

[Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start..]
My first introduction to Preservation/Conservation occurred in the form of a part-time job as a student at the University of Rochester. It turned out to be the perfect job for me because it combined my love of books with my skills in arts and crafts. I was fascinated to learn that the books I held so dear could be repaired and protected from further damage. While employed in the Rochester Preservation Lab, I learned to make enclosures such as phase boxes
[...okay, is there a way to do this without just listing things? I mean, I've got a list on my resume that's also going to be submitted, but in terms of "experience, skills..." I feel like I ought to mention this stuff-- skipping for now...]
Based on my eight semesters of experience as a student technician, I was able to get a job as a Conservation Technician in Princeton University's Collections Conservation Unit. While employed there for the past five years, I have had the opportunity to learn many new techniques as well as improving upon those that I was already familiar with [Yeah, yeah, don't end a sentence with a preposition blah blah blah prescriptive grammar blah].
[...another place for a list of techniques I know how to do?]
I have now reached a point in my career [I feel so weird calling it a career] where on-the-job training is no longer sufficient. In order to advance in terms of both career and understanding, it is necessary to pursue further education in bookbinding techniques. Properly conserving books requires knowledge of not only how those books were made, but also why they were made in such a way.
In addition to familiarizing myself with books as completed entities, I also hope to learn about their component parts via the courses offered concerning papermaking and printing.
Having handled thousands of damaged books in my short career, I know enough to perform the tasks assigned to me, but not nearly as much as I would like to. My hope is that I will be admitted into the University of Iowa Center for the Book Certificate Program, so that I can learn new techniques and expand upon, if not correct and alter, what I already know.

[For those of you who've made it this far (have a cookie!), some questions:
How super stunningly obvious is it that I haven't done any academic writing in the past 5 years?
Is it too vague? It's only supposed to be one page, but with double spacing a page goes by pretty quick.. or should I not do double spacing? And when I figure out how to put the list of shit I know how to do in there it will be longer.. or is that too specific? Gah. Vague instrucations are vague.]


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