Today I:

• Processed board books (checked against invoice, stickered)
• Straightened children’s room
• Shelved readers (we were WIPED OUT)
• Worked on book order.

Things I’ve been thinking about as I’ve been working on the book order:

• I have a strong tendency to pick books with female protagonists and more stereotypically female activities.  I actually went through, book by book, and put hashmarks in my notebook for male and female protagonists to get them up to something resembling parity.
• I tried to pick books with a historical fiction bent to them, since I’m also going to be creating a historical fiction book list this summer, and it seems like a good thing to buy books to support it, even if they’re uncatalogued.
• I also tried to pick books from different genres than I usually read (mostly fantasy and SF) in order to get a better balance in.  I also tried to get books that would support our neighborhood population, which is pretty heavily Jewish.

I woke up at 5:30a this morning to hit F5 on my computer until registration finally opened for classes at 5:55.  Next quarter will be two cores, “Organization of Information and Resources” and “Information in Social Context,” and two electives.  One’s a three-credit class on government publications, being as I’m still considering applying for another masters in some kind of PoliSci-related field, and the other is a one-credit, one-day a week class on “Special Topics in Information Resources, Services, and Collections.”

This quarter’s special topic?  Graphic novels.

I wonder if I can use this to justify the purchase of the full Absolute Sandman.  I’m thinking…yes.

I’m in the hot middle of writing my second essay for grad school.

The first was on the Harry Potter Lexicon.

This one is on the Encyclopedic Sourcebook of UFO Religions.

I have a sneaking suspicion that I’m going to spend a great deal of time over the next few years trying to find the most outrageous thing I can to write an essay on and then doing it.  Because hells with it, what’s the point if you can’t have fun?

(Yes, I’ll either flunk out by second quarter or be the most beloved student in a generation.  Great risks, great rewards, etc.)