One Door Closes

Life is funny.

Maybe the Multnomah County Library is hiring?

I learned from my London peeps that librarians are a mobile bunch. They go where they are needed. Crystal moved to the midwest from the east coast right before we went to London. Nicole and Martha are willing to travel, too. If my local library is hiring, the London folks would consider me lucky. George Eliot believed in luck (as well as philosophy, ethics and politics). Sounds like the County library is calling.

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It's My Main Man, Billy Idol

My life is complete. Second to the last day in London and Mr. Billy Idol finally made an appearance. Too bad the appearance consisted only of memorabilia at the Hard Rock Cafe but that's the breaks. I was really excited to find him in a corner with four items prominently displayed. (Again, it wasn't him - you know what I mean!)

We toured Buckingham Palace as a last hurrah and I surprised myself by admitting I would have no qualms living there. My life would consist of lounging on the settee in the music room; the windows would be open and a breeze would blow through; a beverage with a lot of ice sweating on the side table. One of my classmates went so far as to say she'd marry royalty as long as he was a "minor" royal. Which begs the question - is there such a thing? Hmm... Some have referred to Billy Idol as rock 'n roll royalty...

I did a quick Google search before coming to London to determine how many Billy Idol blogs existed and how I would set my postings apart (so Billy didn't think of me as some creepy middle-aged groupie). To my surprise, there aren't any blogs dedicated to Billy, so here's my chance to write something really profound: Mr Idol (Billy, I would say), your public persona encouraged me as a young woman to find my own style; your music kept me company; and your passion has inspired me. Thank you.

Mixing It Up With FSU Study Abroad Programs--Group Video Project

Zzzzzzzzzzz

Please enjoy photos of my mascot, Chickenpants, while I sleep away my last weekend in London.

It's an Apology (of sorts)

I discovered my inner George Eliot yesterday. 

One of the lessons for this semester was copyright. If I'm going to borrow words, images, or songs, I must attribute the works to the owner. I have no problem with that concept. However, when limited use of these works interferes with my creative vision, I stubbornly forge ahead regardless of the consequences. For example, directly below this post is my "digital story" assignment (please watch it if you haven't already). I knew the following two things before I posted my assignment: I had a blast creating the video AND I violated copyright by using almost an entire song. If Dr Everhart gave out "A's" for sheer enjoyment of preparing an assignment, I would make the Dean's List. But that's not going to happen. I will not get an "A" - probably a lot of hits on YouTube but not a good grade.

In essence, I know what I'm doing is contrary to what I should be doing but I do it anyway. This blog is an apology to every professor I've ever had that threw up their hands, shook their head, and was convinced they would never be able to teach me anything. Believe me, I picked up what you were putting down, but I have this stubborn streak. I'm willing to accept the consequences. R.I.P.

 

Digital Story