Considering photos of yourself feels super navel-gazey, but I like this one. I thought he might be taking a photo, but he caught me before I looked to assess. And I think I look lovely. And that’s taken years to say.
Libraries in New York City: Why We Give a Damn and Why You Should Too
Read read read.
(via thelifeguardlibrarian)
Packing cubes! (The sunglasses are for size reference, but also, unintended douche-iness!)
boot goofin’
“Browsing through job ads, I am sure, is a dispiriting exercise for many who aspire to work in libraries. Either the pay is ridiculously low, for pages and the like, or the requirements are absurdly high—an advanced degree as well as years of experience even for entry-level positions. And did I mention the pay is absurdly low?
Many face an unpalatable choice: start working in a library to get a foot in the door [my note: if that’s even possible!] and gain experience only to confront an expensive and time-consuming certification blocking advancement, or spend the time and the money to obtain the credentials only to find it difficult to get in the door owing to a lack of experience or overqualification.”
At the moment, my parents pay for the food in return for me doing all the cooking. This is a good arrangement. HOWEVER, I have lived on very, very, very broke, and I’ll give you my ten best tips:
1. Racism and classism cost money. Basmati rice is $3.99 for a 1-lb bag…
8. Keep a zippy bag of nuts and dried fruit in your pocket or car. It’ll help keep you from buying stupidly expensive impulse food because you’re kinda munchy or having a blood sugar or protein crash.
and in your purse or backpack. Truly.
Snacks save lives! I’m a terrible human being to be around if I’m hungry. Tip for dealing with a long day, with new people, with travel, with anything: readily available snacks.
Snacks and a quality bra? You can conquer the GD world.
“Mike and Dana look like late-in-life lesbian tennis players who were once rivals but are now lovers.” Michael K.
Ha cha!
