Friday Round-Up

This Caress Tahitian Renewal Body Wash is summer in a bottle. It's at least what summer should be-warm ocean breezes, beautiful sandy beaches and that wonderful smell of coconut and warmth.


I'm sure by now everyone has visited Zillow.com. It was loads of fun typing in my address, my parents address and spying on a few other addresses. I find this site enthralling and terrifying at the same time. One problem I found is that when citing the number of bathrooms my home has and my parents home they were off. They have 1.5 for my home and we have 3. Otherwise I found most of what I found to be spot on. The Zillowers also have a blog.

For those fans of Rick Steves , and I count myself as one he also has joined the blogosphere.

Oconomowoc, Ashwaubenon, Potawatomi, and Chequamegon. I guess you are asking yourself why has she listed these interesting names and what are they. Well, they are all cities and Native American Tribes located in Wisconsin. The problem is how in the world do you say these words. Miss Pronouncer to the rescue. I was doing fairly well until I got to Chequamegon. Geez!!!

Okay, this is just too much fun. Go to Song Tapper and use your space bar to tap in the rhythm of the song's melody. I keep trying to stump it, but I haven't yet.

Sad goodby'es to Susan Butcher. I always have mixed feelings about the dog race-I adore dogs, love anything to do with Alaska, but I still don't know if it's such a good thing to drive those dogs so hard for the Iditarod. Anyway you have to admire Susan Butcher for her achievements. She passed away at the age of 52 on August 8, 2006. She was suffering from acute myelogenous leukemia and was awaiting a bone marrow transplant once her cancer went into remission. More on Susan Buthcher here.

Barns are something that I have always loved. Mail Pouch tobacco barns (there was one in my rural hood in Pennsylvania), barns with mansard roofs, bank barns and round barns-I love them all. I have never seen or ever heard of cantilevered barns until I came across an image of one in my web wanderings. Apparently these barns are prevalent in Tennesee and there's a move on to preserve these remarkable structures. More on the cantilevered barns here. Another image. And another.

Many, many, many librarians, technicians, library school students and catalogers have blogs. The Anecdotal Archivist, is the first blog that I have seen by an archivist. If anyone knows of any other archivist bloggers let me know.

I feel like I am the last to have heard of Andreas Viestad. I ended up watching his program New Scandinavian Cooking last Sunday. I was beguiled. I just found him to be so refreshing. I am getting very tired of some of the folks on the Food Network (Rachael Ray for one-she's like fly doo-everywhere and is she really that good-I just don't see it). Apparently New Scandinavian Cooking has two chefs Andreas and Tina Nordstrom. If you can find this program take a look.

Have a great weekend.


"Her eyes beginning to water, she went on, "So I would like you all to make me a promise. From now on, on your way to school, or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice. It doesn't have to be something you see it could be a scent - perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches the autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground.

Please look for these things, and cherish them. For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are the "stuff" of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted. We must make it important to notice them, for at any time...it can all be taken away."
The class was completely quiet. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester.
Every once in a while, I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us, and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook. Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. Go barefoot. Or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double-dip ice cream cone.

For as we get older, it is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn't do. Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away." -Anon., from a story "The Teacher" (A Powerful Lesson)