I'm headed back to Michigan next week. I'm not taking my uke but my mom has one so I'm going to take some music and work on:
The One Rose That's Left in my Heart
The Ukulele Song
The Slurf Song
I'm only going to be gone for a week and my mind will likely be elsewhere so I'm not too ambitious. I'm also taking books.
HH Scullard's From the Gracchi to Nero and Journey to Argos which sounds like a good Doctor Who episode title.
Speaking of I'm watching The Brain of Morbius, a Tom Baker episode. Man, he was good. Not so much running as nowadays but Baker's presence is enough to make up for the lack of explosions and excitement not to mention the REALLY bad special effects.
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Nashville
So, my trip to Nashville for the YALSA Young Adult Literature symposium was a success.
But it didn't seem like it was going to go that way.
When I first arrived at the airport waiting for the shuttle to my hotel I realized that I was going to have to fake my way through endless conversations about YA lit. You see, I haven't read much YA lit that I like. I was being bombarded with questions I didn't have the answer to on the ride to my hotel and, not having slept in 36 hours, having been crammed into 3 different airplanes for the 11 of those, and the 3 hour time difference, I was not a happy camper.
Not to mention the music...oh the terrible terrible music.
The hotel lobby, the gas stations, the restaurants...everywhere I went there was horrible, pop/rock/country music just blaring. It took everything for me not to explode when I was waiting to check in to my hotel.
To cut a long story short, I grew into the YA lit thing. The country music just started to blend into my mind.
It was a good trip. I made a couple new library friends. I'm still recovering from the lack-of-sleep/time change thing but overall it was a great trip. The one thing I regret is not having even touched my uke. I was so busy and tired and just plain social (which is a HUUUUGE stretch for me) that I didn't even make it downtown.
Bummer.
But it didn't seem like it was going to go that way.
When I first arrived at the airport waiting for the shuttle to my hotel I realized that I was going to have to fake my way through endless conversations about YA lit. You see, I haven't read much YA lit that I like. I was being bombarded with questions I didn't have the answer to on the ride to my hotel and, not having slept in 36 hours, having been crammed into 3 different airplanes for the 11 of those, and the 3 hour time difference, I was not a happy camper.
Not to mention the music...oh the terrible terrible music.
The hotel lobby, the gas stations, the restaurants...everywhere I went there was horrible, pop/rock/country music just blaring. It took everything for me not to explode when I was waiting to check in to my hotel.
To cut a long story short, I grew into the YA lit thing. The country music just started to blend into my mind.
It was a good trip. I made a couple new library friends. I'm still recovering from the lack-of-sleep/time change thing but overall it was a great trip. The one thing I regret is not having even touched my uke. I was so busy and tired and just plain social (which is a HUUUUGE stretch for me) that I didn't even make it downtown.
Bummer.
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