Friday, June 1, 2012 Thursday, May 31, 2012
semanticdeveloper:

(via The Malcolm Gladwell Book Generator)
hilarious


This made my day…

semanticdeveloper:

(via The Malcolm Gladwell Book Generator)

hilarious

This made my day…
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
ilovecharts:

-christina-n-weber 

classicpenguin:

ransomcenter:

Read the full article on The Daily Beast website, “Last Letters From World War I Literary Heroes.”

English poet Wilfred Owen’s last letter to his mother. Dated Oct. 31, 1918, Owen was killed on November 4, one week before the Armistice.

The Ransom Center holds a Wilfred Owen Collection of World War I Poetry, which includes some family correspondence as well.

Wow, this is incredible—and Owen’s poetry is shocking, affecting, bewildering, powerful. One of his best-known poems, “Dulce et Decorum est”, he actually composed in a letter to his mother, written one year before this one, introducing it by saying, “Here is a gas poem done yesterday, (which is not private, but not final).”

Patience is a virtue… or at least doesn’t ruin your catalog..

I am very glad that I have learned to take baby steps when dealing with batch loading records.  The ten test records from our authority vendor that I thought would be perfect (in that they were overlaying, okay with the OCLC number, and generated zero errors in the test) turned out to have a number of problems - duplicate call numbers and new, unwanted item records in particular.  I am super happy that the dude at the help desk has been patient with the half dozen emails I’ve already sent him on the previous issues, because he’s going to get a million more.

Also, load table training.  Some day….

Tuesday, May 29, 2012
First proper thunderstorm of the season…

First proper thunderstorm of the season…

JEREMY HEFNER HITS A HOMERUN! OUTTA HERE!

metsochist4life:

First big league hit is a home run.  He is a pitcher.

Oh, the Mets. You make no sense and I love you.

you-killed-kenny:

OOPS

Oh, Murph a derp.

you-killed-kenny:

OOPS

Oh, Murph a derp.

Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. G.K. Chesterton; Alarms and Discursions (via wordpainting)