straight girls tho, do you ever get confused by your sexuality because not only do men suck but also like 90% of women are fucking bombshells and only like 20% of men are like most chicks could pass for models and most men could pass for bridge trolls i mean wow
name: Maggie birthday: June 29 zodiac: Cancer single or taken: Single height: 5’8 eye colour: hazel middle name: Mary (when going by my full name, May when going by Maggie) favourite colour: Blue lucky number: 9
hogwarts house: Ravenclaw favourite fictional character: I have to choose just one? Probably Hermione Granger I guess. favourite television show: Probably Buffy or the X-Files for re-watchability. favourite season: Fall describe yourself in a few words: Quiet, tired, senioritis, workaholic, nice (usually) future children’s names: Change depending on my mood and what books I’ve been reading lately meaning of your name: Pearl ultimate otp: Me and K as platonic life partners (is that an OTP or a BroTP?) Fictional-character wise, I don’t really know. what do you plan to/do for a living: Ah! I hate this question! I would love to work in a small museum as a collections manager/registrar. We’ll see where I end up after graduation in May starbucks order: Spring/Summer—Black Iced Tea, Fall/Winter—Black Earl Grey Tea; Seasonless—Blueberry Muffin
THIS OR THAT:
introvert or extrovert: Introvert dawn or dusk: Dusk righty or lefty: Righty coffee or tea: Tea rain or shine: Shine, though occasional rain is alright too. reading or writing: Reading
A police officer from West Hartford had pulled up across the street, exited his vehicle, and begun walking in my direction. I noted the strangeness of his being in Hartford—an entirely separate town with its own police force—so I thought he needed help. He approached me with purpose, and then, without any introduction or explanation he asked, “So, you trying to make a few extra bucks, shoveling people’s driveways around here?”
All of my homeowner confidence suddenly seemed like an illusion.
It would have been all too easy to play the “Do you know who I am?” game. My late father was an immigrant from Trinidad who enrolled at Howard University at age 31 and went on to become a psychiatrist. My mother was an important education reformer from the South. I graduated from an Ivy League school with an engineering degree, only to get selected in the first round of the Major League Baseball draft. I went on to play professionally for nearly 15 years, retiring into business then going on to write a book and a column for The New York Times. Today, I work at ESPN in another American dream job that lets me file my taxes under the description “baseball analyst.”
But I didn’t mention any of this to the officer. I tried to take his question at face value, explaining that the Old Tudor house behind me was my own. The more I talked, the more senseless it seemed that I was even answering the question. But I knew I wouldn’t be smiling anymore that day.
”—Excellent, excellent article by retired MLB player Doug Glanville on how he was racially profiled while shoveling snow out of his own driveway in Hartford, Connecticut. Worth the read. (via leeandlow)
c. 620 BC: Draco, Athenian law-maker, was smothered to death by gifts of cloaks showered upon him by appreciative citizens at a theatre on Aegina.
455 BC: Aeschylus, the great Athenian author of tragedies. Valerius Maximus wrote that he was killed by a tortoise dropped by an eagle that had mistaken his head for a rock suitable for shattering the shell of the reptile. Pliny, in his Naturalis Historiæ, adds that Aeschylus had been staying outdoors to avert a prophecy that he would be killed by a falling object.
210 BC: Qin Shi Huang, the first Emperor of China, died after ingesting several pills of mercury in the belief that it would grant him eternal life.
162 BC: Eleazar Maccabeus was crushed to death at the Battle of Beth Zechariah by a war elephant that he believed to be carrying Seleucid King Antiochus V. Charging into battle, Eleazar rushed underneath the elephant and thrust a spear into its belly, whereupon it fell dead on top of him.
258: According to tradition, Saint Lawrence of Rome was roasted alive on a giant grill, during the persecution of Valerian.
336: Arius, presbyter of Alexandria, is said to have died of sudden diarrhea followed by copious hemorrhaging and anal expulsion of the intestines while he walked across the imperial forum in Constantinople. He may have been poisoned.
415: Hypatia of Alexandria, Greek mathematician, philosopher and intellectual, often called the last librarian of the Library of Alexandria, though it was destroyed long before her time, was murdered by a Christian mob that ripped off her skin with sharp seashells. Various types of shells have been named, including clams, oysters and abalones. Other sources claim tiles or pottery shards were used.
Even though I worked 8:30-12:30 this morning, and had RSVP’d to the career fair at school from 12-2, I agreed to come in to the BPL at 1 today to finish up the collection that I’m working on because there’s only 7 boxes left to do.
But the reason I didn’t do them on Monday was because they hadn’t been moved up with the rest of the collection for some reason, so people were supposed to do that yesterday for me. But I got here at 1, and guess where the boxes are? Still inaccessible
So I’m working on the Scope and Content notes and Abstract for the finding aid, and I’m going to be so mad if I have to come in next week to finish off this stupid collection.
"How has your experience changed your understanding of archival work?"
I think that if you’re at this point in your academic career, most likely in your last semester in this program, your understanding of archival work should be pretty solid. If a 130 hour internship over the course of a semester changes your understanding of the work significantly enough to require this question, I have to question what you’ve been doing the past few years.