“The little things? The little moments? They aren’t little.” ~ Jon Kabat-Zinn
This was the sunrise in Washington, DC at Reagan National. To catch an 8:15 flight I got up at 4:45am, was on the Metro by 5:30, at Reagan by 6:15, and then things got weird. Long story short, both the travel agent and I got my flight time wrong. We thought it was a morning flight. Turned out to be 8:15 PM. I’ve never had that happen before. Even the agent at the desk this morning did not see that it was an evening flight until she checked it on her computer. I felt somewhat vindicated by that. I guess I was just destined to waste a day hanging out in airports. Fortunately, Delta got me on a much earlier flight and I was back in the Bluegrass by 3 PM. Thus ended a highly emotional trip. I’m sure I will eventually talk about it, but for now, I’ll just say that I am grateful for all of it, even the messed up schedule.
“Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.” ~ Nora Ephron
Over the past two days I had the chance to see many of my beloved colleagues from my days at the National Digital Newspaper Program (NDNP). The always completely delightful Gina Costello (above) was the last NDNPer I ran into, but we made up for lost time with a nice chat before the last session. She’s at LSU, and naturally, continues to do the good, important work. LSU is darned lucky to have her for sure.
Santi Thompson (above but unaware he’s being photographed) shot up the ranks, moving from the South Carolina NDNP project to Houston U where he’s kickin’ butt and taking names. He did a segment for our online microfilm-to-digital tutorials, and let me tell you, he’s a hoot and a half. SC’s loss was Houston’s gain for sure. It’s little wonder he’s making waves in the profession. Karen Estlund (below) was destined for greatness from the start, so it’s little wonder she’s got most of the Penn State Library answering to her these days. And in her spare time she’s almost done with her PhD in….computing archeology, or some such as that. She’s whip smart in case that wasn’t already apparent, and she’s as generous and kind with her knowledge as you’d expect someone with that smile to be. Then there’s sweet Ivey Glendon (above and below), the first NDNPer I ran into at this conference. She’s also doing incredible things for the library profession. She gave a great presentation today on her latest project at UVA, and she’s soon making a major move back to DC. I’m super excited for her, and what an absolute joy to run into her multiple times over the last two days. She was always a ray of sunshine and she still is. All of these people hold a special place in my heart. They made some of my best librarian years exciting, engaging, and super positive. I will forever be grateful to them.
“You’re doing better than you think you are. Keep going. You got this.” ~ TinyBuddha
I’m staying at the Omni Shoreham Hotel in DC for the conference I’m attending. I had no idea the history of this place until I got here. There’s a large display in the front window of the variety of things that have happened here; everything from Franklin Roosevelt’s inaugural party (a tradition that held for 70 years) to Frank Sinatra performances (among others). My favorite, of course, is that the Beatles stayed here during this first US tour in 1964. There’s a great display in the West portico with this original set list written on Shoreham stationary. The notes in the display (below) will tell all about it. My only disappointment during this trip is that I wasn’t put in the Beatles wing, but hey, my BFF Beverly Howell just got tickets to see Sir Paul next summer in Arlington, Texas checking off #1 on her bucket list, and that makes up for it completely.
There’s a direct flight to DC from Lexington except on weekends. I flew up yesterday, early for the conference I’m attending tomorrow and Tuesday, and that meant I had to catch a connecting flight in Atlanta. I used to love flying, but I don’t anymore. The flights are too crowded, the lines too long, the waits insane, the TSA invasive, and so on and so forth, but until they perfect teleportation, it’s sometimes the only game in town. I always go for the window seats because at least I’ve got something to look at to take my mind off my discomfort. Add to that my recent rediscovery of my Camera+ app, and I had a little fun while I waited in one line or another. The flight path from Atlanta to Reagan National isn’t nearly as cool as the flight path from Lexington that usually gives one a clear view of DC proper. Nevertheless, I thought this highway over the Potomac was pretty cool.
I made my way to DC early this morning. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize until I was in the bowels of the city that The Metro is undergoing a significant upgrade that has some lines closed entirely. Well, more time for photos I reckoned, so a-snapping I went. It’s always good to be in our Nation’s capital. Some of the best food on the planet is here. Cheers!
“My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud.” ~ Henry Rollins
Eric and Bree fixed up a portion of their house for Eric’s Reiki studio. I relaxed the second I stepped into the blacklight glow. They did a great job with the space, and Eric is taking on more and more sessions. He’s one of the most gentle men I’ve ever known, and he’s totally perfect as a Reiki practitioner. I’m mighty lucky to call him friend.
“When I hear somebody sigh, ‘Life is hard,’ I am always tempted to ask, ‘Compared to what?'” ~ Sydney J. Harris
I left my allergist’s office this evening and realized that the row of houses on Limestone street in front of the downtown skyline remind me of the row houses in San Fransisco known as The Painted Ladies. The difference is that there’s a park across the street from The Painted Ladies, where a parking lot sits across from the Limestone Street houses. Many years ago, when we were touring California, there was a European magazine (I think) that set up a photo shoot with us in that park across from The Painted Ladies. I never saw the photos or the finished article. Somewhere out there are photos of a really young me with those beautiful victorian homes and the San Fransisco skyline as a backdrop.
“We forget that waking up each day is the first thing we should be grateful for.” ~ Unknown
You’ve heard me talk about the enormous Abraham Lincoln sculpture in the center of the Special Collections lobby. It’s tall. It’s heavy, even though it’s hollow. It dictates virtually everything that happens in the lobby because, well, it’s huge, immobile, and just about as bland as a sculpture can be. Finally, this year, Shell Dunn was given permission to do something creative with ‘ol Abe. She made him a fashionable top hat and scarf. Not only is he now seasonal and fun, he matches the latest exhibit of holiday cards in the lobby, too. There are purists who frown upon such things claiming it defaces the artifact. I might agree if ‘ol Abe was unique. He is not. This sculpture is one of several throughout the US. What does make him unique is how his approachability engages and entertains researchers and visitors. As far as I can tell, that’s a whole lot more useful than a bland bronze head in the middle of the floor. Kudos to management for the spark of fun!
“You will see in the world what you carry in your heart.” ~ Creig Crippen
Despite the pouring rain on Saturday I really wanted a photo of the band outside because the Old Grassy Christian Church is your quintessential mountain church nestled between hills with a stream running alongside it. The only real way to make that happen was for me to go into the rain. So, I did. I slowed the shutter speed to pick up some rain trails, snapped 5 shots, then headed back inside. But the best shots were of the band looking out onto the foggy mountains; an angle that Ben saw as soon as we opened the doors. He was right.
“We can only be what we give ourselves the power to be.” ~ Native American proverb
I can’t stop smiling when I look at this picture. When Ben Lykins smiled at me it was like a scene in a movie when you’re transported back in time at whiplash speed. In this case it was about 35 years and I was suddenly staring at Ben’s dad, Kenny, and his uncle Tommy at the same time. Ben was at the photo shoot Saturday. He’s been the engineer on Mike’s CD and he shoots video of the band from time to time. He even had good photo suggestions, which I gladly followed. I didn’t get to spend a whole lot of time with him, but if he’s anything like his dad and uncle – kind, funny, gentle men – some woman is going to be really lucky to get him. I sure feel lucky to have spent an afternoon with him. I hope it’s not the last.