Jul. 13th, 2005

arethinn: glowing green spiral (frylock (wtf?))
while discussing how to prevent staining a pillow after having a wisdom tooth extracted, despite the fact that the bleeding had stopped quite a while ago...

nightforest7: somehow drooling makes you leak, or something
nightforest7: never made sense to me
nightforest7: take the case off and just stain the pillow?
nightforest7: use a towel?
nightforest7: dance around like a giraffe?
nightforest7: for your amusement: have you tried...
enotsola: a towel might work..
nightforest7: they're the universal solvent!
arethinn: glowing green spiral (Default)
while discussing how to prevent staining a pillow after having a wisdom tooth extracted, despite the fact that the bleeding had stopped quite a while ago...

nightforest7: somehow drooling makes you leak, or something
nightforest7: never made sense to me
nightforest7: take the case off and just stain the pillow?
nightforest7: use a towel?
nightforest7: dance around like a giraffe?
nightforest7: for your amusement: have you tried...
enotsola: a towel might work..
nightforest7: they're the universal solvent!
arethinn: glowing green spiral (stars (thoughtful mystical))
In general I enjoy working in a library; now that I have gotten out of the madhouse computer lab, it is a quiet environment, and of course I have easy access to books (although our collection is not that great).

However, it was not until working in Technical Services that I grasped how much waste a library produces. I shudder to think how much waxed paper alone we throw out (the backing of the many labels that go on the many, many items). Then there's the fact that we print out the item record for every new item when it is first entered - a cart full of books is 50-70 sheets of paper, bam. (We do re-use what we can but there's just no getting around the fact that we use a lot of new sheets, partly because the large numbers produced in this fashion are not themselves reusable.) At the end of the process that goes in the recycle bin (this is California, after all), but still I feel very bad about doing it in the first place.

Myself in particular, I discard tons of unrecyclable packing material (such as styrofoam padding inserts and shrinkwrap that B&T puts around stacks of books to keep them together in transit). I'm to the point where I tear the plastic window out of every envelope and throw just that in the trash, so I can recycle the actual paper of the envelope. Don't even get me started on what happens when we discard items that aren't saleable in the book sale. Overall the waste production is just hideous. I don't want to do this for a living. I used to have stress every day; now I have guilt.

This brings me to the conclusion that one characteristic of my hypothetical ideal job would have to be that it in fact cleans up or reduces waste somehow, rather than generating it. I want to work somewhere that has a positive environmental impact, or a minimal one, instead of an obvious negative one.

This got me onto the thought-thread of "what other characteristics would an ideal job for me need to have?" and I can think of several:
  • Physical activity. 40-hour work weeks make it difficult to get exercise outside of the work day; there's hardly any time left.* Putting the exercise somehow inside the work day seems like a good way to handle it. After all, one of the reasons so many Americans are overweight is the prevalence of sit-down jobs of many types, rather than daily physical labour of some type like most people had to do years ago. I'm not talking about wanting to be a labourer here, but just something with a lot less sitting down than I currently do.

  • Minimal interaction with other people. I like to be by myself, or have only a few people I work with. Having to deal with a large number of people every day drives me crazy, especially if they are not fellow employees, but "customers" of some type.

  • Aforementioned negative relation to waste production.

So what should I be? A park ranger? *laughs*

* - Of course the better solution is to somehow not have to work a regular job, whether by making a living at something scheduleless and unconventional (e.g. art), having sufficient investment income, managing to live entirely off the land, etc. (and the really truly better solution is to change the entire culture so that no one has to have a "regular job" unless that's what they truly enjoy), but short of that...
arethinn: glowing green spiral (Default)
In general I enjoy working in a library; now that I have gotten out of the madhouse computer lab, it is a quiet environment, and of course I have easy access to books (although our collection is not that great).

However, it was not until working in Technical Services that I grasped how much waste a library produces. I shudder to think how much waxed paper alone we throw out (the backing of the many labels that go on the many, many items). Then there's the fact that we print out the item record for every new item when it is first entered - a cart full of books is 50-70 sheets of paper, bam. (We do re-use what we can but there's just no getting around the fact that we use a lot of new sheets, partly because the large numbers produced in this fashion are not themselves reusable.) At the end of the process that goes in the recycle bin (this is California, after all), but still I feel very bad about doing it in the first place.

Myself in particular, I discard tons of unrecyclable packing material (such as styrofoam padding inserts and shrinkwrap that B&T puts around stacks of books to keep them together in transit). I'm to the point where I tear the plastic window out of every envelope and throw just that in the trash, so I can recycle the actual paper of the envelope. Don't even get me started on what happens when we discard items that aren't saleable in the book sale. Overall the waste production is just hideous. I don't want to do this for a living. I used to have stress every day; now I have guilt.

This brings me to the conclusion that one characteristic of my hypothetical ideal job would have to be that it in fact cleans up or reduces waste somehow, rather than generating it. I want to work somewhere that has a positive environmental impact, or a minimal one, instead of an obvious negative one.

This got me onto the thought-thread of "what other characteristics would an ideal job for me need to have?" and I can think of several:
  • Physical activity. 40-hour work weeks make it difficult to get exercise outside of the work day; there's hardly any time left.* Putting the exercise somehow inside the work day seems like a good way to handle it. After all, one of the reasons so many Americans are overweight is the prevalence of sit-down jobs of many types, rather than daily physical labour of some type like most people had to do years ago. I'm not talking about wanting to be a labourer here, but just something with a lot less sitting down than I currently do.

  • Minimal interaction with other people. I like to be by myself, or have only a few people I work with. Having to deal with a large number of people every day drives me crazy, especially if they are not fellow employees, but "customers" of some type.

  • Aforementioned negative relation to waste production.

So what should I be? A park ranger? *laughs*

* - Of course the better solution is to somehow not have to work a regular job, whether by making a living at something scheduleless and unconventional (e.g. art), having sufficient investment income, managing to live entirely off the land, etc. (and the really truly better solution is to change the entire culture so that no one has to have a "regular job" unless that's what they truly enjoy), but short of that...
arethinn: glowing green spiral (space ghost (grrr))
I seem to be doing really well at mistakenly posting things to my journal somehow, even though I can see "using [community name]" at the top of the client.. wtf?
arethinn: glowing green spiral (Default)
I seem to be doing really well at mistakenly posting things to my journal somehow, even though I can see "using [community name]" at the top of the client.. wtf?
arethinn: glowing green spiral (space ghost (grrr))
I am going through the pile of stuff-we-found-lurking-which-is-to-be-got-rid-of on my other desk (the one I don't use, since it doesn't have a computer on it, and the computer is the centre of my existence, hee hee) and separating recyclables from non-recyclables. One of the non-recyclables that irks me most is all these CDs. Apparently Baker & Taylor used to ('98-'99 are dates on the discs I've seen) send out catalog updates on a weekly basis by CD. WTF? Talk about generating waste as fast as you can, especially when you consider how many libraries are their clients (probably thousands). Nowadays they sensibly do everything completely online, but sheesh. And of course I don't know what else to do with them, because unlike floppy disks they're not even reusable. Sometimes I put them through the CD/credit-card shredder we have at the Circulation desk, because I feel slightly better if they're in tiny pieces, as though that might somehow hasten their mostly-non-biodegradability. *sigh*
arethinn: glowing green spiral (Default)
I am going through the pile of stuff-we-found-lurking-which-is-to-be-got-rid-of on my other desk (the one I don't use, since it doesn't have a computer on it, and the computer is the centre of my existence, hee hee) and separating recyclables from non-recyclables. One of the non-recyclables that irks me most is all these CDs. Apparently Baker & Taylor used to ('98-'99 are dates on the discs I've seen) send out catalog updates on a weekly basis by CD. WTF? Talk about generating waste as fast as you can, especially when you consider how many libraries are their clients (probably thousands). Nowadays they sensibly do everything completely online, but sheesh. And of course I don't know what else to do with them, because unlike floppy disks they're not even reusable. Sometimes I put them through the CD/credit-card shredder we have at the Circulation desk, because I feel slightly better if they're in tiny pieces, as though that might somehow hasten their mostly-non-biodegradability. *sigh*

ahem...

Jul. 13th, 2005 04:21 pm
arethinn: glowing green spiral (bender strangle (stupid!))
"Hello, this is blahblah blahblah from Rogers cable calling. May I please speak to [[livejournal.com profile] enotsola's father, who has been dead for 15 years]?"
"Sorry, he's deceased."
"When would be a good time to call back to reach him?"

Really good listening skills there.

ahem...

Jul. 13th, 2005 04:21 pm
arethinn: glowing green spiral (Default)
"Hello, this is blahblah blahblah from Rogers cable calling. May I please speak to [[livejournal.com profile] enotsola's father, who has been dead for 15 years]?"
"Sorry, he's deceased."
"When would be a good time to call back to reach him?"

Really good listening skills there.
arethinn: glowing green spiral (Default)
Why have I got "Journey of the Sorcerer" in my head?
arethinn: glowing green spiral (Default)
Why have I got "Journey of the Sorcerer" in my head?
arethinn: glowing green spiral (Default)
Sunrise from an Airbus A32x (320? 321?), approaching Pearson Airport in Toronto, in June (soo.. this is what, about 5:30 am? something screamingly early):

arethinn: glowing green spiral (Default)
Sunrise from an Airbus A32x (320? 321?), approaching Pearson Airport in Toronto, in June (soo.. this is what, about 5:30 am? something screamingly early):

arethinn: glowing green spiral (Default)
View from somewhere on Page Mill Road, en route to Portola Redwoods State Park, late June or early July:



The difference in temperature between the valley floor, where all the city is (Los Altos and such), and the tops of these ridges is quite startling. This was quite late in the morning, and as you can see there was still fog in some places; up here it was an average of 15 degrees cooler than down below, in some places as much as 20 degrees. (55-60 vs. about 75). Rather pleasant, really, despite the crazy locals driving on the shoulderless, two-lanes-in-name-only, blind-curve-having, bumpity, pothole-ridden road at about 40 mph (where a top speed of 25 is all I recommend and in many spots you really can't safely go much faster than 15). Is there no road in this part of California so remote it's devoid of crazy locals? Bah.
arethinn: glowing green spiral (Default)
View from somewhere on Page Mill Road, en route to Portola Redwoods State Park, late June or early July:



The difference in temperature between the valley floor, where all the city is (Los Altos and such), and the tops of these ridges is quite startling. This was quite late in the morning, and as you can see there was still fog in some places; up here it was an average of 15 degrees cooler than down below, in some places as much as 20 degrees. (55-60 vs. about 75). Rather pleasant, really, despite the crazy locals driving on the shoulderless, two-lanes-in-name-only, blind-curve-having, bumpity, pothole-ridden road at about 40 mph (where a top speed of 25 is all I recommend and in many spots you really can't safely go much faster than 15). Is there no road in this part of California so remote it's devoid of crazy locals? Bah.

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