October 10th, 2007

still shot, Maria

Illusions and dreams

I have been having a few dreams about illusions and people of illusions lately. It has been rather odd.

Sept 17 -
The first was of a painting. By night, the darkness gave it rich hues and it looked masterful - a portrait of a man and a lute. I kept fussing about how the candles were too close and would melt it... Finally, the people with me opened the curtains and showed me what the picture really looked like. It was not oils, but was scratched on with some kind of dry palette knife or crusty brush. The colors were peach and sickly and there was no lute. I was shaken and frustrated and just wanted to get away from the painting and all the people.
I went off to look for Duncan Idaho.

Oct 10 -
The second dream was of a man creating illusions. He trapped me and my boyfriend (?) in one of his illusions. We were up really high in some kind of narrow building and there was no floor - only our seats kept us from falling. As we sat up there he asked us questions and threatened us. Somehow, the two of us took the chance and fell - thinking we would fall many stories - but since it was only an illusion, we landed easily on the next floor down and ran, ran as hard as we could to get away.
When I got back to my apartment, I found that all the other girls had become ensnared by this man's lies. Some had broken free and some had not, who were continually gushing about how great the man was. The ones like me were trying to convince the others that this man was lying - that he did not love them. My boyfriend came and so did the man and they were going to fight, but the building administrators said that it wasn't allowed. And so, my boyfriend and I rode away on his flying motorcycle vehicle (?!) above the trees and home.


Library school has changed me. I will never look at things the same way again!

In my thesaurus/index class, my team is constructing a Tea Thesaurus. It's a classified structure of terms meant to assist in the retrieval of tea-related resources. As we discussed our hierarchy, though, we ran into a problem. The professor stopped us and said, "First, we need to answer this question: what is tea? Is it the tea bag and tea leaves? Or is it the resulting beverage? Or is it the plant from which all of those are produced?"
What is tea...
Yesterday, as I dipped my tea bag up and down in the mug of hot water, the question came to mind. Ah, I will never be able to have another moment of peace drinking tea again! :p

I was doing a Worldcat search for mail ships today (the ones that ran back in the 19th century and into the 20th century as RMS liners). As it turns out, the preferred term in the index is "packets" (from 'packet ships'). So I did a search for all resources at McKeldin library on the subject of "packets." Half of what I retrieved were documents about networking, TCP/IP, and other such techy material. These are not packet ships of the 19th century?! What awful cataloging! Half of my retrievals are false drops! Disambiguate your homonyms!
I grew very angry and wanted to write the catalogers and demand these records be fixed. I also felt the urge to find out what the preferred term for "network packets" was...but I was in too much of a hurry to get to the library and class.

Ahh, librarianship is fun! :)