WWBD?: What Would Buffalo Do?

I had such a lovely time in the Black Hills of South Dakota and in the mountains of Wyoming, that I was sad to return to the over one hundred degree heat of Houston. I tried to convince Mr. Rochester that we could both get jobs in a bar in Jackson, WY and just stay. He said we had to come home to get our puppy dog. I guess if anyone asks, I will say, I came home because of the kid. We are doing it because of the kid.

I learned some important life lessons in the mountains. I always do, but with Mr. R in tow, some of the lessons were more amusing then if I had been solo or with my family.

Lesson #1 – WWBD? If your lady friend is giving you problems, wanting to go one way when you already told her that way was forbidden, what should you do? You should think, “What Would Buffalo Do?” Buffalo would grunt at the lady, head butt, and then kick her in the right direction. A bit grumpy, but it works every time.

Lesson #2 – In the mountains, there should be no stress about time. You get out of camp when you get out. Breakfast and dinner are to be savored. Air is to be breathed of deeply. An afternoon shower simply means you are to cover the wood, sit under a tree, drink a drink, and watch it rain.

Lesson #3 – High altitude makes alcohol go straight to your head.

Lesson #4 – (This is for the ladies) Ladies, when your man is chopping wood for the fire or building the fire upon which you will cook dinner, you should always comment about how manly and sexy the man is while completing the above tasks.

Lesson #5 – Even mediocre food tastes awesome cooked over a fire.

Lesson #6 – I do not ever want to drive through Kansas again. I have no idea how people live in that place.

Lesson #7 – Mr. Rochester must acquire at least one speeding ticket per trip. He does not appreciate it when I find the speeding ticket hilarious.

Lesson #8 – The first shower you have after 6 days on a camping trip is like heaven, but the smell of the campfire lingers on your skin. I love that smell.

Lesson #9 – If you go on seldom traveled trails in Yellowstone in search of a beaver pond, you may find a herd of 30 mule deer instead.

Lesson #10 – You can avoid the crowd, and the sun, at Old Faithful by grabbing a beer at the cafeteria and sitting on the shady porch which overlooks the timely eruption.

Lesson #11 – A morning spent in a kayak on Jenny Lake is completed to perfection with a beer in Moose,WY, overlooking the Grand Tetons.

Lesson #12 – The Grand Tetons, named by French trappers, means “large breasts” in French.

To see all of the pictures, check out my flickr set.

–Jane, back in the saddle

Jane is Out of the Office

I have always loved the mountains in that visceral way that some places seep into your soul. The mountains make me feel like no other place I have ever imagined or seen. I have not been in the mountains for a handful of years and every year they pull on me. This year, I am finally able to return.

The puppy is with his grandma, who will feed him things he never gets at home and spoil him rotten. Mr. Rochester has packed all of our camping things into action packers, the tent has been checked for holes and cleaned out, the sleeping bags are ready, the food is waiting, there is ice for the coolers, and liquor packed (because this is vacation, you see). Tomorrow, at approximately 2 am (yes, as in, the morning), Mr. Rochester and I are climbing into our SUV and driving to Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons in Wyoming. Though I am taking my laptop so that I can write, I will not be online. Ever. Miss me a little or not as you choose. I will take lots of pictures, come back with stories about how we narrowly escaped being eaten by bears, and how Mr. R had to drag me down every trail in the parks.

–Jane, is taking graphic novels and articles for a lit review as reading material

Chicago, Milwaukee, and some Librarians Playing Games

I am messing around with the Twitter plugin for WP, so those of you that got a slew of twits via RSS, pardons! I will have my twits coming here in some fashion, digest or individually for the conference.

Tomorrow morning, I leave for the Gaming, Learning, and Libraries Symposium in Chicago. I am making a detour to Milwaukee to visit family. It should be fun. Do not worry; there will be pictures.

I am taking along three books (The Brazen Careerist, Fool Moon, and Datacloud), a computer full of downloaded feeds (thanks to Google Gears), a couple writing assignments, and a desire for Guitar Hero. If you are going to the Symposium, come say howdy. I may be entrusted with a voice recorder for official purposes, so you can hear your voice online if you let me interview you.

-Jane, ready to go

CIL Post Uno

I arrived at Reagan Airport to a dreary Sunday. The cab ride through the business multiplex to the hotel was a bit disheartening. I think Monterey spoiled me.

A group of us went to dinner at a slightly snooty place for Italian food. The food was great, the service was ok, and the company was fabulous. We landed at the Hyatt Bar, which has good service if you are sitting AT the bar and terrible service if you are not. The bartender virtually ignored the people who walked up for drinks. The drinks were strong though so at least there was that.

Regardless, there was a large group of us who started out our week at CIL in proper fashion. We all behaved well and went our separate ways around 11. We decided we should all get good sleep at least one night.

I am sitting in my third talk this morning and they have all been great. Posts will be coming soon on my notes for each. It is again dreary outside.

I ran into Alan Gray, Darien Library, in the hall. They had some flooding yesterday so I would like to send my good thoughts their way. I hope all is well. I love you guys. (in my best Cartman voice)

The Twitter feed for the conference seems to be taking off and is amusing to boot. If you are not here and trying to avoid work, definitely check it out.
–Jane, happy to be here

Everyone is at the Riverwalk

There is nothing like another city and a change of scenery to give you a feeling of relaxation and contentment. Of course, this could mostly stem from one not being at one’s place of work.

San Antonio is a city I love to visit. At the moment, I am sitting at Schilo’s, pronounced like Shee-low, digesting pancakes and drinking coffee. Yesterday afternoon, on the Riverwalk, Dorothea, Ranger, and I ran into Michael, Jenny, and Kathryn. Dorothea had never met any of that particular trio and I was sure the Earth would swallow us as they all shook hands and grinned. The lightening bolts never arrived and we eventually continued on to Mad Dog’s British Pub for a celebratory drink. I had Guinness; it was wonderful.

I asked at the beginning of my talk if anyone was blogging it and one brave soul said yes. I think I have now “arrived.” She even said nice stuff and something very interesting to me when I talked to her during one of the breaks. She said, “I catalog, I am not a Cataloger.” She went on to talk about the fact that no matter how you organize information, it is still a library. A library is a library. How simple and how true. I never really considered it quite that way. Her name escapes me now, why did I not write it down!? I hope she forgives my memory lapse.

Last night, we ended up at the Menger Bar, which apparently is very famous for having been a recruiting place for TDR when he was in search of Rough Riders. The Cosmos were good and, after a couple of those, I was feeling fine.

I have the drive home to look forward to and I will post this when I am safe back in my home with my big, slobbery dog at my feet. Michael Stephens really knows how to charm me; he complimented me on my beautiful puppy. His boys are pretty handsome as well.

–Jane, now to get ready for CIL!

Packing


Pullo waits with Cassie

Originally uploaded by Wandering Eyre.

This morning I am packing and getting organized for a quick three day trip to San Antonio. Pullo thinks I have stayed home to play with him and is disappointed that all I have done so far is upload Flickr photos and laundry. Pullo does not like it when one of us is gone and I always picture him at the window, like this, waiting.

I am nervous about the preconference I am teaching on a few different levels. This will be the longest class I have taught, even though, my song and dance is just in the morning and someone else is teaching the afternoon portion.

I feel better then I have in days, even though I am woefully behind in everything. I am hoping that the couple days after TLA and before CIL will be enough for me to catch up. The next post should be a report from the field (unless I find time to do some reading). Everyone traveling to TLA, be safe.

–Jane, see you in the world

If You Like Pina Coladas…


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Originally uploaded by Wandering Eyre.

The cruise was great. Amazingly, after four days, I was very tired of all the eating, but the drinking was still fun. There are lots of fruity drinks on my flickr page now. I have condensed my trip into the following top five:

Top Five Cruise Memories

  1. real wonderful pina coladas all day long, ok, really it was the drinks in general all the time
  2. playing slots for the first time
  3. lobster night in the dining room
  4. seeing the Tulum Mayan ruins which are right on the coast (picture at right)
  5. sarcasm requires a raised hand to alert some of the women of its use

–Jane, glad to be home