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from behind the stacks: working my way back out
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From behind the stacks. Monday, May 28, 2012. Working my way back out. Hey Lady. Love seeing a post from you and thanks for the kick in the pants to get on things myself! Grateful to have a peek at whats been on your heart this year, and more grateful to know how to be praying for you. So excited to see you this summer! May 30, 2012 8:04 AM. So good to see you back online :). May 31, 2012 7:13 PM. Love you both lots! Im going to try to post more regularly, so feel free to give me a nudge if Im slacking :).
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from behind the stacks: meeting of the minds
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From behind the stacks. Wednesday, June 13, 2012. Meeting of the minds. I've just passed the halfway point in my Rare Book School. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). It is not what a man does that determines whether his work is sacred or secular, it is why he does it. The motive is everything." A.W. Tozer, The Pursuit of God. View my complete profile. Nevada project - archives. In the absence of coffee. My best friend's closet. Nothing missing; nothing broken.
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from behind the stacks: remember who you are
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From behind the stacks. Wednesday, June 06, 2012. Remember who you are. I recently learned that when Mormon girls go out on dates, their mothers will tell them "remember who you are" as they're leaving. Mormons believe that they are the literal spiritual children of God, so the reminder is for them to keep their identity as God's children at the forefront of their thoughts. So I would just encourage you to remember who you are. Such a great reminder! June 07, 2012 12:49 AM. June 08, 2012 12:16 PM. Nothin...
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from behind the stacks: other types of writing
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From behind the stacks. Saturday, June 09, 2012. Other types of writing. The bigger issue that I have had this continual stream of academic projects: book #1, play indexing, various and sundry committee obligations, book #2, rare book school, digital humanities presentation, rare book school again. These are all good and appropriate things for me to put my time into, but it leaves me less mental energy for other types of writing (thus my absence from blogging for so long). YOU SHOULD WRITE THAT BOOK!
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from behind the stacks: powerful together
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From behind the stacks. Sunday, November 04, 2012. It's been a while (again). I was on a bit of a roll with my posts back in June and then summer travels and the fall semester turned me into a slacker. Now 4 months later I'm finally getting back to posting. In addition to falling off the wagon with blog posts, the summer and fall have not been good for exercise. I'm going to work to change both of those things and soon. So steps I've taken so far. 3 Bought a new sports bra and yoga pants. You know, b...
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from behind the stacks: rare book school, a recap
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From behind the stacks. Tuesday, June 19, 2012. Rare book school, a recap. In a word: think. Think critically, logically about the decisions that you make, and really consider the ramification of choices. That was really the underlying lesson of the course I took on scholarly editing last week. Pay attention to the details of whatever it is you encounter. Don't just dismiss or accept it blindly, but really consider how the new information you've learned fits with other facts at hand. June 24, 2012 5:49 PM.
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from behind the stacks: windy nights
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From behind the stacks. Saturday, June 30, 2012. By Robert Louis Stevenson. Whenever the moon and stars are set,. Whenever the wind is high,. All night long in the dark and wet,. A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are out,. Why does he gallop and gallop about? Whenever the trees are crying aloud,. And ships are tossed at sea,. By, on the highway, low and loud,. By at the gallop goes he. By at the gallop he goes, and then. By he comes back at the gallop again. So I drifted off to sleep...
