Miscellany
The meta-memo was apparently more persuasive than I'd anticipated--all of my requests were approved. I honestly didn't see that coming. It will be some trick trying to get everything ordered and implemented in the midst of accreditation and new-student orientation, but at the very least it should improve my enthusiasm level.
I had my final meeting with the class that put together the new library promotional campaign. On the whole, I was pleased with the results, although the number of typos made me want to cry--including my name misspelled on one otherwise very cool brochure. They had some great ideas for promoting library resources to our reading-averse students, including some really nice posters where they created artwork using images, textures, etc. from resources they found in the library. They also recommended that I use Facebook to communicate with students about new resources, events, etc. I wasn't sure they'd want me in that sphere, but they're apparently all for it. The good news is that I can create a page for the library rather than doing this with my personal Facebook account, so at least the status updates will come from "the library" rather than me.
Not that it matters too much at this point, I guess. First I broke my rule of not accepting friend requests from students by saying OK to some recent grads. Then I broke my amended rule of no current students by accepting a request from one of the students working on this project. I'm sure it's all downhill from here. Right now there's nothing on my page I wouldn't want them to see. I put them all in a separate list that I can in theory apply tougher privacy standards to, such as not being able to view my status updates, but until I actually post some, I guess I won't lose too much sleep over it.
M. Defarge officially started the bathroom remodel last night by taking down the cabinets and mirror and ripping down the crown molding. The room is supposed to be gutted by Friday morning (when the inspector comes). The in-laws arrive Friday night, and the drywalling begins Saturday. Defarge's mom will leave Sunday (not sure how I'm going to entertain her for the weekend), but his dad will be spending the week. Things could get ugly.
Ever since we moved in I've been saying that the giant mirror in our bathroom just had to cover a similarly giant hole or something even scarier. Last night my prediction was confirmed--there's about a 1 X 2 foot hole above our sink. We think it may be the remnant of a built-in medicine cabinet. In any case, it was full of scary gray dust bunnies and probably asbestos, but at least no mice ran out when the mirror came down. We also discovered that not only was the crown molding nailed flat to the wall, but it was glued to the wall as well, apparently to ensure the longevity of the crappy workmanship. M. Defarge made a video of our findings thus far--it's like This Old House from hell. We can't wait to see what he'll uncover next!
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I had my final meeting with the class that put together the new library promotional campaign. On the whole, I was pleased with the results, although the number of typos made me want to cry--including my name misspelled on one otherwise very cool brochure. They had some great ideas for promoting library resources to our reading-averse students, including some really nice posters where they created artwork using images, textures, etc. from resources they found in the library. They also recommended that I use Facebook to communicate with students about new resources, events, etc. I wasn't sure they'd want me in that sphere, but they're apparently all for it. The good news is that I can create a page for the library rather than doing this with my personal Facebook account, so at least the status updates will come from "the library" rather than me.
Not that it matters too much at this point, I guess. First I broke my rule of not accepting friend requests from students by saying OK to some recent grads. Then I broke my amended rule of no current students by accepting a request from one of the students working on this project. I'm sure it's all downhill from here. Right now there's nothing on my page I wouldn't want them to see. I put them all in a separate list that I can in theory apply tougher privacy standards to, such as not being able to view my status updates, but until I actually post some, I guess I won't lose too much sleep over it.
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M. Defarge officially started the bathroom remodel last night by taking down the cabinets and mirror and ripping down the crown molding. The room is supposed to be gutted by Friday morning (when the inspector comes). The in-laws arrive Friday night, and the drywalling begins Saturday. Defarge's mom will leave Sunday (not sure how I'm going to entertain her for the weekend), but his dad will be spending the week. Things could get ugly.
Ever since we moved in I've been saying that the giant mirror in our bathroom just had to cover a similarly giant hole or something even scarier. Last night my prediction was confirmed--there's about a 1 X 2 foot hole above our sink. We think it may be the remnant of a built-in medicine cabinet. In any case, it was full of scary gray dust bunnies and probably asbestos, but at least no mice ran out when the mirror came down. We also discovered that not only was the crown molding nailed flat to the wall, but it was glued to the wall as well, apparently to ensure the longevity of the crappy workmanship. M. Defarge made a video of our findings thus far--it's like This Old House from hell. We can't wait to see what he'll uncover next!
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