Whoo hoo! We finally have fall weather here in Houston! Today the high is only going to be 70 degrees. 70 degrees! At last! Of course, the high on Wednesday is expected to be 82. Will the summer never end?
Yes, a high of 70 degrees (right now it’s only 55!) is something to be very excited about. What? Why are you giving me that strange look? You mean 70 degrees isn’t “fall” weather in the rest of the country?
After my Library Adventures on Tuesday, I decided that I really want to revamp my Media blog and either include links to the books I’ve read as regular posts here, or make them easier to access on my sidebar. But then I start to wonder … what do you think? (Yeah, you. There. In that chair. I’m talking to you.) Would you care? Do you read books? Should I leave them tucked on the side in the sidebar links, or would you want to see them integrated here?
It’s sort of like those books you had when you were a kid – I’m proposing two options, you get to pick which one you want. How cool is that? (Ok, I only had one of those books – but my cousin had a ton. I always thought they were just the coolest thing…) I’m not doing decisions today – tell me what to do.
Tuesday, after the fabulous H-Town downtown blogger lunch, I had to go to the library to do research for a case that is going to trial soon. When was the last time you visited a library? I’ve gone to them a few times in the past 10 years, but always to just check out a book or two and go home. Nothing extensive, and I normally know what book I need before I even walk in the door. I have never visited the main branch of the Houston Public Library here in downtown. I’ve lived here for the most part since 1985 – but the Harris County Library is right by home, so why go downtown? And I haven’t spent hours on end doing research in a library since I was in college in 1990 – and a lot has changed since then. It was an interesting adventure, to say the least.
When I arrived, I went straight to the information desk. I gave her a brief summary of the obscure data I was looking for, and she sent me up to the business section on the second floor. I know I was the research librarians dream at that moment – I headed straight to the desk and asked for help. I swear, there was a sparkle in her eye as she took me to the SRIs (Statistical Research Index) and showed me how to look up the information I needed. Then it was over to the microfiche drawers to pull what I needed from them.
All seemed to be going really well up to this point. Then it all changed. First of all, they don’t take coins in most of the machines anymore – you have to find the machine that dispenses a plastic card that you can add money to as you need it. I’m a fairly intelligent person, I like to think. That machine almost beat me though. Even worse was the microfiche machine. I had to check out a lens, then find a lens that would work with the machine.
Once I finally got everything set up, I started going through films. Oh my. I forgot that reading things on those machines makes me sick to my stomach! It must be the zoominess of moving from row to row as you search out what you need. Ack! One of the other library patrons actually commented that I looked sick – my cheeks were all pink and flush. I was miserable for the rest of the night.
After I finished with the machines, I went and talked with the librarian again about other research options and I discovered something that is pretty cool and amazing. If you have a library card, you can go online and find all sorts of things on their website! They have a lot of the periodicals online, so I could find articles that weren’t available on the microfiche. Absolutely amazing – where was this when I was in college?
Being an information junkie, I had to head down to the main desk to pick up a library card all my own. Even though I don’t live in the Houston city limits, the cards are free for any resident in the state of Texas. How did I miss the fact that this whole wealth of information was right under my nose all this time?
With my fresh library card in hand, I wandered through the fiction section on the main floor where they have a sampling of titles from other sections. It took all the strength I had left (after the whole tummy issue thanks to the microfiche machine) to not check out 20 books to read. Instead, I limited myself to three, which is probably more than I can read considering all the bookrings I have signed up for over at BookCrossing. It was really cool to walk in to the room and see Cory Doctorow’s “Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom” standing up on display on the shelves – so cool, I actually stopped to take a picture of it! (Yes, I’m a dork. I’m well aware of it.)
I realized something as I left the library. As much as I love bookstores, I love the library even more. I don’t know why I have been avoiding them for all these years. When I was a girl, my elementary school was next door to the Kankankee Public Library and I used to go there all the time. It is such a pure delight to walk through the aisles, picking through all the books available for me to read and absorb and learn from. So much knowledge, so many words – it is almost intoxicating. Have you visited your local library lately? I know I will be returning to mine very soon!
Books, books, books – what wonderful things books are! Have you read any good books lately?
It’s nice to have my weblogs back after messing things up yesterday, which prevented me from posting and you from commenting. To celebrate, I’ve added six new photos to Pixelog. Enjoy!
In my never ending quest for a clutter free life, I decided on Sunday that I didn’t have the energy to get out of bed, but I could always bring drawers from the dresser in to bed with me to clean them out. In one of my drawers, I came across what I like to think of as that special place where gadgets go when they are no longer needed or loved. I found three old cell phones, two phone chargers, and two pagers.
Pagers? Does anyone even use a pager anymore? The only time I ever see pagers, they are those awesome text pagers that get whole messages – not basic old-fashioned pagers like these. All this technology got me thinking if I have some sort of gadget addiction.
Gadget addiction is nothing but the use/abuse of gadgets so much that it starts negatively influencing your health and life as a whole. The worst victims of gadget addiction are children and teenagers. It’s because both of the age groups are have mind-sets that compel them to explore things around them. Some see gadgets as a mode of exploration and learning. But, for others they become sources of entertainment, resulting in addiction.
Now let me tell you the alarming statistics of gadget addiction: Over the past year, the number of gadget addicts has increased has grown by 123 percent. In March 2013, the number of gadget addicts was 79 million and by the same time this year the number has increased to 176 million addicts. So, this is the alarming rate of increase in gadget addiction. No wonder, if we don’t control it, there would be a gadget addict in every household very soon. The worst victims of gadget addiction are the children and the youth. Starting from communication modes to gaming apps, they use anything and everything on a daily basis. Mobile or gadget addicts are the ones who use such things 24/7/365. If you really love gaming, then you definitely have to buy league of legends accounts.
The cell phones? At least one of them is completely gone. It was a Aerial phone, and Aerial is long gone. Is that what T-Mobile is now? I noticed that the phone had a sim card in it. One of the phones is my old Nokia 5160, and it works with Cingular – so at least I might be able to do something with that one.
What do I do with the rest of them? Is there a market for these things? Should I try to sell them on eBay? Since there is a really big market out there for gadgets, now just anyone can go and find different gadgets online, so I should to sell them to this market, or just keeping them gathering even more dust?
What do you do with your old unloved or unwanted gadgets when you replace them? Where do old gadgets go when they die?