Kill 'Em All . . . .
I think we've all probably heard the saying "Kill 'em all, let God sort them out." It turns out this isn't something a backwoods, snake-handling hillbilly came up with. It goes back quite a long way. July 22, 1209, to be exact. A man named Arnaldus Amalrici was head of the Cistercian order of the Roman Church. At that time there was a splinter group from the Church called Albigensians in France, or Catharists in Italy. This Amalrici guy really didn't like them at all, and he raised a crusade against them. He commanded this private army to attack a town named Beziers. Not everyone in that town was an Albigensian, but Amalrici told them, "Kill them all. God knows his children."
These are the things you learn when you read The Name of the Rose, and The Key to The Name of the Rose.
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Tomorrow is my last day in my old job.

Classmate Dude
There's this guy who is in my reference class. He's traveled a lot, and I saw him Monday night and he was talking about how his parents were missionaries or something, so he's grown up traveling. And it's all he can talk about. He's also very gung-ho about being in library school. His presentation of his book report last week was more about his views than it was about the article he'd read.
Before class last night I was outside, and that traveling guy came up and started talking to me. I was trying to ask him where he parked, and he started telling about how he lived all summer in Equador or someplace off $2000 (I should jolly well hope one could get through three months on $2000 in a country like that) and he'd lost a lot of weight. He said people like K.C. and the Sunshine band (?!) come to Durham (?!) to lose weight ( such a string of unlikely statements) and they should just go to Equador for a couple months.

Fond Reflection
It's a gray and rainy day here. It really seems summer is over. It went by so fast. Other recent summers seemed to pass more slowly. It's usually so slow here at work. But this summer there was the integrated library system transition, and I had that class on weekends for a while.
I got in some good times, though. Rob and I went to New Orleans in May, and camped out one weekend in June - that was mesmerising, the first time I'd been back in the mountains in the summer in years - we spent that week mountain-hopping at the end of July, and we ran up to DC for a friend's wedding in August.
There are tenative plans for a long weekend at the beach this fall,when most people are gone from there. It would be nice and I hope that works out. But these classes I'm taking . . . they involves a lot of work and they both involve a lot of reading. Hopefully there'll be room for a getaway.

Busy
I have been spending about an hour a day training for the new job. Today I found out the reference manager wants me to spend three hours every day over there. That was news to me. I don't know if that will work - I mean, I still have my old job to keep up with, at least for the rest of this week.
And I have these classes.
So if the posts are few and far between, forgive me.