Hunt Library

Today I visited the Hunt Library at CMU. I liked it very much. After years of reading about academic libraries, hearing stories from friends and family, I have discovered a beautiful place: the university sized library. Today I only checked out 3 books.

Good Poems and Good Poems for Hard Times both collected by Garrison Keillor (of Lake Woebegone fame). I own the 2nd book and wanted to reread some of my favorite poems from it. The first is his first collection of poetry. I bought “Good Poems for Hard Times” in the Minneapolis/St Paul airport when visiting colleges with my mom and fell in love with it. Beyond holding selections from everyone from Frost to Herman Melville (whose poem I really did not like) the book is itself a study in Midwestern ethics. There are some dissonances to the centered, smallish town sturdy ethos (“The Discovery of Sex” by Debora Spencer being one example). But that poem is the exception that makes the rule. Even when choosing a poem about revelation of newfound intimacy, Spencer’s two teenagers enjoying eachother’s company grow up in the poem and become adults with their own children. It is a mature and pleasant read, great fun for anyone who likes postage-stamp sized explanations of the world.

The third is The Autograph Collection of Favorite Songs of Famous Singers (Soprano). It has no marked date but I would guess old. The first famous singer is Blanche Marcheisi, who was an opera singer in the early 20 century, so I would guess the book itself if from the 1930s-50s. I checked it out for the simple reason that I want to see what other Sopranos liked to sing. This is probably begging trouble since I am sure my new teacher will have a very specific path he or she wants me to follow. But until I get a teacher I shall experiment (and maybe afterwards as well. We’ll see!).

My inspirational quote will be short:

People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.
– Logan Pearsall Smith

Happy thoughts!

Brief cooking notes

Hey,

So, tonight for my dorm floor I made chocolate chip cookies. Well, I tried to. I started with the recipe (attached to this post) but having no salt or vanilla I compensated. I added 2 tsps of nutty coffee which had fabulous consequences. See, the recipe calls for “Instant Coffee” and I added regular because I don’t drink coffee and I didn’t think about what this could mean. So my cookies have not an aftertaste, but an after*feel*. Kinda cool :-D. Then I added an extra tbs (tbs = table spoon, *not* tub) of butter to make up for the lack of vanilla and because no recipe for cookies should have less than 3 tbs of butter in it. It’s just wrong. Then I didn’t let the melted chocolate chips cool, so when I added everything together the warm-hotish chocolate chips liquefied the still solidish ones. The persistent hanging dampness of the day didn’t help either. I was last rained on 4 hours ago, and my pants still feel damp. Go interesting and non-desert weather! Finally I added 1.5 cups more flour plus 1/2 tsp[ of baking powder and 1 tsp of baking soda to make up for the extra flour. This was too much for my new and wonderful cookie tray, so I treated it as a bar cookie and poured/scraped/scooped it into the cookie tray. I then decorated the top with walnut halves which I really liked.

The cost of all of these supplies (notwithstanding that of the wonderful and incredible and greatly useful utensils by fabulous parents sent with me): 46+ dollars.

Smiling after a day of walking and rain and being ordered around by nice but officious upper classmen? Priceless. And I haven’t even used the cornmeal or pumpkin spice yet :-D.

If there are any left in the common room tomorrow morning I will take a photo of them. Hope everyone had a fabulous day!

Inspirational song:

Oh my love
When you’re far away i miss you so
Oh my love
How it hurt my heart to see you go

Oh my love
Some of us they says are bound to die
Oh my love
How it hurts my heart to say goodbye

Darlin’ won’t you wait,
Won’t you wait, won’t you wait
For I must go far away
Darlin’ won’t you wait,
Won’t you wait, won’t you wait
‘till I come back home to stay

Should another love
Come along, come along
Simply say that you’re not free
Send her on her way,
On her way, on her way
Darlin’ won’t you wait for me Oh my love

When you’re far away i miss you so
Oh my love

How it hurt my heart to see you go

Oh my love

Some of us they says are bound to die
Oh my love

How it hurts my heart to say goodbye
(What I’m singing for the talent show. With a girl in my hall (sp?). It’s a round. Girl scouts sing it so it should be public domain. These lyrics are from my memory.)

First post from college

Hey all,

I am posting from my fabulously multicolored dorm room (scarves as layered wall hangings are wonderful for clinically white walls) on my newly acceptable computer (their computing Policy is comparatively simple and nice, possibly more on that later). My roommates are fabulous. Though I am slightly sensually overwhelmed (the Orientation Counselors (OCs) were helpful, kind, understanding and above all LOUD) I am happy. And very tired. Hopefully I will be able to try out the karate nearby this week and am currently practicing my music. More tomorrow!

Jessi

Inspirational song:

My life flows on in endless song;
Above earth’s lamentation
I hear the sweet though far off hymn
That hails a new creation:
Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear the music ringing;
It finds an echo in my soul—
How can I keep from singing?

Robert Lowry

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