Pluto is a Planet... or not

When I began "The Structure of Scientific Revolutions" by Thomas S. Kuhn, I was mystified. At some point I laughed out loud in hysterics because it was a lot like reading coded language. Every now and then something would make sense. By the time I finished the book I found myself talking about paradigms and Copernicus and scientific theories... and it made sense. Reading this book was like sending someone in to my brain and dusting the shelves. Information is not an end result but a forever process. The answer may be right for the moment but with a different perspective, a fresh eye who knows.

Is Pluto a Planet?

Mr. Magoo, Mr. Magoo

Now I know how poor Mr. Magoo feels. Bumbling, rumbling and tumbling in the wrong place at the wrong time. That was my experience last night... "In Search Of Chat!"

I was feeling a little full of myself last night as I signed in on time but in the wrong chat room. I didn't do it once but returned at 9:30pm to the wrong room again.

By the time I found the chat sessions, I felt like Mr. Magoo bumbling into the classroom late. Am I overwhelmed? Well, challenged would probably be a better word. But despite being in the wrong place at the right time I have learned so much in one week! THEY keep piling it on and piling it on and piling it on. Podcasts, books, articles, webcasts, skype, chat and the beat goes on. But the good news is... "I'M STILL STANDING!"

Monday, Monday

That's Mamas and Papas not the Bangles

After spending the weekend feeling like I was never going to make it, as usual on Monday morning I feel renewed and ready to tackle the beast. I realized two things that really helped. 1. For the LIS 2600 Class there are two podcast buttons. One for related podcasts by different speakers and one by Chris Tomer of weekly podcasts. 2. That I did not have to do 150 tags by this morning.

Time for me to do my "Happy Dance". Hey I need a webcam so you all can see this. Well, maybe not. But..."Happy Dance, Happy Dance, Happy Dance!"

Accept the challenge or cease to grow

After managing a library branch for nine years, I have been gently encouraged to get my Masters in Library and Information Science. Maybe gently is not the correct word but for many reasons, my own included, I have accepted the challenge to pursue my professional degree. I have never been so psyched and terrified about anything in life. I have the greatest job in the world, the greatest set of co-workers in the world and for a small town my library system is cutting edge. My husband Rick is so supportive of this endeavor that he's scaring me. I just don't want to let anyone down including myself. So lets get ready to rumble cause I'm gonna ride this train!

Fast Track Train Ride

In my mind the Fast Track program is like a train racing down the track. I've been told to get on the train fast but I have to jump the train because it's not going to stop and let me stroll in and take a seat. I'm feeling like everybody else had jumped on board and I'm sitting on the fence hoping the darn thing doesn't leave me sitting in the dust. I'm terrified that if I move too fast I'll miss a step and get crushed by the thing or possibly I've picked too fast a train for me.

In other words... HELP! I keep telling myself that eventually it will all make sense. That in time I will know what's due when. And that I won't hit another button that will tell me that I need to hit another button that will link me to a site that will link me to an article that will hyper me to a site that will ask me to post another introduction. Where I will be forced to say, "I Am Sam! Sam I am!" out of sheer frustration.