how strange

I’m sitting around after work watching a baseball game. I don’t think I’ve done this before. There must be something in the water.

I taught a class this evening (a very laid-back one, because instead of a professor, this was a class where seniors teach freshmen as part of an advising program), and when they came to the library, they asked if I could teach them to use the library very quickly, because they actually wanted to go watch the game. And I was totally OK with that, I didn’t mind going home a half-hour earlier. So I covered how to search a couple databases, how to use boolean operators and truncation, discussed the wonderful world of reference books, showed various features of the library web site, and explained the difference between using a search engine like google and using library resources in around 25 minutes. Go me!

There is a barbershop in my neighborhood offering free head shaves for Sox fans. The bus driver was yelling out a running commentary on the game on my way home. As I got off the bus, he started speaking to me in baseball language. I have to admit I didn’t understand what he was saying, it was like “Blah blah blah pitching. Blah blah blah Ortiz. Blah blah blah relief pitcher!” And I replied “Really?! You don’t say!”

Wow, how about that Johnny Damon?!!!!