I haven't done much with this blog in a long time. I'm glad its still here because it was cool to look back and see what I was doing at the time. I am telling you that I never thought I'd be back in school again but, well, here I am. LOL!
I'll probably post some things from time to time. Cya!
Monday, March 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
News and memories... KLA 2006 conference
I have updated my website. It is at: sweb.uky.edu/~kmbutc2/katrina.html
I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. IF I can pass all my classes, I will graduate in May (oh, and pass comps.).
Remembering KLA Conference 2006.
I did a poster session at this conference that I poured blood sweat and tears into. They were only up for 1 hr. Do you believe that? The more I think about it, the more it ticks me off.
I had attended the KLA conference in Louisville in 2005 as a presenter. I did a fun, multi-media talk (read=powerpoint) about online gaming. I had been contacted by Geneva Huttenlocher (sp?). She was a gem - very nice lady. Our professor, Mark Paul, followed my presentation and later told me he had heard good things about my presentation. I enjoyed the whole experience so much - the conversation with people who were interested in things I was interested in.
This last year, I get an hour at the end of a cold table. Few people had a chance to come by and see the posters. The presenters had no time to go around and see what other people had done. I - biased, i know - felt my poster on the robotic retrieval system at UofL was interesting AND informative and I KNOW few people got to even look at it. I left the experience feeling as if it were a waste. It could have been so much more helpful for attendees.
Later I spoke to the lady in charge. She agreed. She also said that next year, they would look to do things differently.
I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. IF I can pass all my classes, I will graduate in May (oh, and pass comps.).
Remembering KLA Conference 2006.
I did a poster session at this conference that I poured blood sweat and tears into. They were only up for 1 hr. Do you believe that? The more I think about it, the more it ticks me off.
I had attended the KLA conference in Louisville in 2005 as a presenter. I did a fun, multi-media talk (read=powerpoint) about online gaming. I had been contacted by Geneva Huttenlocher (sp?). She was a gem - very nice lady. Our professor, Mark Paul, followed my presentation and later told me he had heard good things about my presentation. I enjoyed the whole experience so much - the conversation with people who were interested in things I was interested in.
This last year, I get an hour at the end of a cold table. Few people had a chance to come by and see the posters. The presenters had no time to go around and see what other people had done. I - biased, i know - felt my poster on the robotic retrieval system at UofL was interesting AND informative and I KNOW few people got to even look at it. I left the experience feeling as if it were a waste. It could have been so much more helpful for attendees.
Later I spoke to the lady in charge. She agreed. She also said that next year, they would look to do things differently.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
I did it.
I was finally able to get NOT ONLY filezilla to connect to sweb. I was able to get it to upload files without crashing. I can't believe this was so hard. I have done this type of thing before without having to call the helpdesk to walk me step by step through the process.
Some of the problems I had were that I was using port 21 on the profile I set up so it did not matter that I typed in 22 on the quick connect address line. It ignored it. Also, I had typed - for on my home computer - to remember my password. So, I had to update my password and the one - again that I typed in - was not accepted it. My profile in filezilla must have kept referring back to the one that it "remembered."
Those are some of the problems I found to be happening but some of it was also personal problems, too.
Sooo, here it is:
http://sweb.uky.edu/~kmbutc2/katrina.html
Have fun.
Some of the problems I had were that I was using port 21 on the profile I set up so it did not matter that I typed in 22 on the quick connect address line. It ignored it. Also, I had typed - for on my home computer - to remember my password. So, I had to update my password and the one - again that I typed in - was not accepted it. My profile in filezilla must have kept referring back to the one that it "remembered."
Those are some of the problems I found to be happening but some of it was also personal problems, too.
Sooo, here it is:
http://sweb.uky.edu/~kmbutc2/katrina.html
Have fun.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Me and libraries
I think the first library I can remember going into was probably one out in Shively. I seem to have this image of going to a place full of books and low shelves and bright posters and sitting on the floor while someone read us (a group of other children) a story and, perhaps, there were some puppets involved.
Later, I have clear memories of the library at St. John The Apostle Catholic in Hialeah, Fl. It was a very small library with a small enough browsing section that I was able to read it all. It had two rooms and only one side of it had a partial shelf of books the librarian thought were my age. I read through that and all the rest of them my third grade year. In the fourth grade, I didn't go to the library as much because I was in "advanced" classes now - which just meant more work.
After that, I went to the John F. Kennedy (I think) library branch across from the school. It was a really old place with lots of 10' tall built in wood shelves and sliding ladders and a special section I wasn't allowed in. It was, of course, magic. I would often run over there right after school and end up missing my "go home" bus and have to be picked up by my Mom later. That was okay by me because I hated the bus and I hated the daycare I had to go to. I loved the library.
Highschool found me in a very small town with a very small library - one small building that had been a realtor office before (It had been a storage unit before then, I think). It had two rooms but they were larger and some offices in the back for the librarian - who was a volunteer (retired). She would load books into the back of her station wagon and take them out to the migrant farmer work camps so the kids could get a book. I remember that the men would sometimes come over and pick up a book and look at it longingly but they were usually too embarrassed to check it out - kids books. Eventually, they hired a librarian and my memory falters over the details of if it were that nice retired lady or who else but I know she shamed the town council into paying for it.
I was saddened to recently discover the following sentence on their website: "Non-residents must pay a yearly $20.00 fee for a library card". To anyone not familiar with the area, it would seem a totally reasonable thing. However, I know that the point of it is to keep hispanics out of the library. The bulk of the hispanic population in Lake Placid are migrant farm workers and, therefor, not residents.
Bigotry really ticks me off.
Later, I have clear memories of the library at St. John The Apostle Catholic in Hialeah, Fl. It was a very small library with a small enough browsing section that I was able to read it all. It had two rooms and only one side of it had a partial shelf of books the librarian thought were my age. I read through that and all the rest of them my third grade year. In the fourth grade, I didn't go to the library as much because I was in "advanced" classes now - which just meant more work.
After that, I went to the John F. Kennedy (I think) library branch across from the school. It was a really old place with lots of 10' tall built in wood shelves and sliding ladders and a special section I wasn't allowed in. It was, of course, magic. I would often run over there right after school and end up missing my "go home" bus and have to be picked up by my Mom later. That was okay by me because I hated the bus and I hated the daycare I had to go to. I loved the library.
Highschool found me in a very small town with a very small library - one small building that had been a realtor office before (It had been a storage unit before then, I think). It had two rooms but they were larger and some offices in the back for the librarian - who was a volunteer (retired). She would load books into the back of her station wagon and take them out to the migrant farmer work camps so the kids could get a book. I remember that the men would sometimes come over and pick up a book and look at it longingly but they were usually too embarrassed to check it out - kids books. Eventually, they hired a librarian and my memory falters over the details of if it were that nice retired lady or who else but I know she shamed the town council into paying for it.
I was saddened to recently discover the following sentence on their website: "Non-residents must pay a yearly $20.00 fee for a library card". To anyone not familiar with the area, it would seem a totally reasonable thing. However, I know that the point of it is to keep hispanics out of the library. The bulk of the hispanic population in Lake Placid are migrant farm workers and, therefor, not residents.
Bigotry really ticks me off.
Then, in 1988 - August, I went to the University of Florida and I got a student job at the West Library. I worked in the Isser and Rae Price Library of Judaica - the Jewish collection. They had received a grant and it paid me to sit on a stool and fold the ends of pages (3 per book) back and forth five times to see if it were brittle. I was expected to test 100 bks an hour. No sweat. The other 30 min of each hour I spent perusing the the children's section of the collection and trying to teach myself Hebrew. I loved admiring the old Torahs all wrapped up in beautiful carpets. It was "MY" collection. mine. mine. mine. LOL!
Now, I work at the University of Louisville William F. Ekstrom Library. I am the circulation supervisor. I love my job. I love my library. Man. I really do.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
CRY FOR HELP !!!
If you don't know about APEX magazine, you should. It's a horror and sci-fi magazine that actually publishes good stories. Due to a string of bad luck, it is in serious financial troubles.
It needs 200 subscriptions in two weeks to stay afloat. I know I bought one. You get a whole year for $20. I personally know someone else who has bought one, as well.
Even if you don't usually get subscriptons, try it this one time. It's only $20. ALSO - very important - please post this to your live journals to get the word out. They are running out of time.
Please visit:
www.apexdigest.com
Thanks,
Katrina
It needs 200 subscriptions in two weeks to stay afloat. I know I bought one. You get a whole year for $20. I personally know someone else who has bought one, as well.
Even if you don't usually get subscriptons, try it this one time. It's only $20. ALSO - very important - please post this to your live journals to get the word out. They are running out of time.
Please visit:
www.apexdigest.com
Thanks,
Katrina
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Graduate school sucks
Don't read this if you don't want to hear negativitiy and complaints.
I am tired. I have been in school a long, long time. I am 36 years old and I have one more semester to go - after this one - and then I have to take comps. I am so intimidated by comps. I have no idea if I can possibly remember everything I need to know to get through them. Three questions? That's insane.
Also, I have a life. I have a home with an overgrown flower bed, a lawn that needs to be weeded and about a 100 other things I do not have time for. Inside that house is about three works worth of laundry and carpets that need to be replaced but I don't have time.
TIME TIME TIME. full time classes. full time job. full time marriage. full time everything. there isn't any blankety blank time for anything.
I am constantly persistently annoyingly on the go, go, go, go.
Tuesday morning I went to sheperherdsville with a friend of mine and we stopped and looked at this darling yellow house with two back decks, a nice fire place, a large back yard with a concrete koi pond and a large gardener' shed. It had a two car carport on the side with a large rounded concrete pad where I could picture fall parties taking place.
I grew up in a small town, mostly. My family are country people. I wanted to call that lady up on the FOR SALE sign and move in this week. I want to be a librarian in a small library and have weekly poetry readings and children's book clubs. I want to order books for browsing collections and arrange comfy chairs around them to lure people in to plop down and read them. I want to have morning coffee's on Tuesday for the Ladies Auxillary.
I want to have time to plant my front garden beds and lay in a million tulip bulbs for the spring and take my dog for a long walk without feeling guilty because all my homework isn't done.
And, right now, I want a big bowl of chocolate icecream.
katrina
I am tired. I have been in school a long, long time. I am 36 years old and I have one more semester to go - after this one - and then I have to take comps. I am so intimidated by comps. I have no idea if I can possibly remember everything I need to know to get through them. Three questions? That's insane.
Also, I have a life. I have a home with an overgrown flower bed, a lawn that needs to be weeded and about a 100 other things I do not have time for. Inside that house is about three works worth of laundry and carpets that need to be replaced but I don't have time.
TIME TIME TIME. full time classes. full time job. full time marriage. full time everything. there isn't any blankety blank time for anything.
I am constantly persistently annoyingly on the go, go, go, go.
Tuesday morning I went to sheperherdsville with a friend of mine and we stopped and looked at this darling yellow house with two back decks, a nice fire place, a large back yard with a concrete koi pond and a large gardener' shed. It had a two car carport on the side with a large rounded concrete pad where I could picture fall parties taking place.
I grew up in a small town, mostly. My family are country people. I wanted to call that lady up on the FOR SALE sign and move in this week. I want to be a librarian in a small library and have weekly poetry readings and children's book clubs. I want to order books for browsing collections and arrange comfy chairs around them to lure people in to plop down and read them. I want to have morning coffee's on Tuesday for the Ladies Auxillary.
I want to have time to plant my front garden beds and lay in a million tulip bulbs for the spring and take my dog for a long walk without feeling guilty because all my homework isn't done.
And, right now, I want a big bowl of chocolate icecream.
katrina
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
National Book Festival!
Did you even know there was any such thing as a National Book Festival? How cool does that sound? Really? Books AND fair food = happiness!
http://www.loc.gov/bookfest/
It is sponsored and arranged and funded and etc. by the Library of Congress. The above link gives all sorts of tasty news about it. It says:
"The 2006 National Book Festival, organized and sponsored by the Library of Congress and hosted by First Lady Laura Bush, will be held on Saturday, Sept. 30, 2006, on the National Mall in Washington, D.C., between 7th and 14th streets from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. (rain or shine). The festival is free and open to the public."
Now, I have tried not to hold Mr. GW Bush against Laura Bush. Sometimes, we cannot help who we fall in love with. Sometimes, we are even blinded horribly by love - see Trojan War. So put all your bad feelings aside and just wallow in the fact that there is a National Book Festival!
I want to go soooo badly.
http://www.loc.gov/bookfest/
It is sponsored and arranged and funded and etc. by the Library of Congress. The above link gives all sorts of tasty news about it. It says:
"The 2006 National Book Festival, organized and sponsored by the Library of Congress and hosted by First Lady Laura Bush, will be held on Saturday, Sept. 30, 2006, on the National Mall in Washington, D.C., between 7th and 14th streets from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. (rain or shine). The festival is free and open to the public."
Now, I have tried not to hold Mr. GW Bush against Laura Bush. Sometimes, we cannot help who we fall in love with. Sometimes, we are even blinded horribly by love - see Trojan War. So put all your bad feelings aside and just wallow in the fact that there is a National Book Festival!
I want to go soooo badly.
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