The day consisted of sweet sayonara with David. Then I worked out, voted, and prepped for my pilgrimage to Syracuse and the New York Library Association Conference in Rochester.
I attended online class from private study room at Bird Library, crashed an election watch party for food, recovered food from Sadler Dining Hall for a local woman’s shelter, and then made my way to Allison’s apartment. I crawled into bed and monitored library-related election results with the EveryLibrary team.
I am at work. I am talking with Patrick and I use the word cathartic in a sentence. I like the way it comes out of my mouth, and I compliment the word. I dub it my word of the day.
Word of the day:
Catharsis and cathartic both trace to the Greek word kathairein, meaning “to cleanse, purge.” Catharsis entered English as a medical term having to do with purging the body—and especially the bowels—of unwanted material. The adjective cathartic centered English with a meaning descriptive of such a physically cleansing purge. It didn’t take long for people to start using these words figuratively in reference to emotional release and spiritual cleansing.
Work is progressing.
I use a quote design website to create some shareable, post-able social media content. The quote content is sourced from the recent New York Times article “12 Authors Write About the Libraries They Love“.
After work, I go to the gym. I return home from the gym and empty the contents of the fridge into my digestive system.
When Anya arrives home, she and I have a reflective talk about identity and marginalization. The conversation begins when she compares the vibes given off by two people who spoke with her Julliard class.
I fill in the husbometer spreadsheet with today’s data and observe that the average is stable. David – fresh from the shower – takes a look at the data with me.
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I left for my conference in Ithaca. My blogging habit suffered.
It rained heavily during my drive north. I avoided tolls and enjoyed the autumn colors.
I registered for the conference and awaited 3pm tours to begin. I decided to explore Cornell campus and took a tour of the libraries.
When we returned to Hotel Ithaca (the conference basecamp), I returned to my car and retrieved my bag. I checked into my nearby airbnb and dropped off the bag before returning to the conference for dinner and the keynote speaker. I really enjoyed the dinner and the speech. A lawyer for the NY division of the ACLU gave a speech that I would describe as thorough and compelling. He gave the speech in the style of the “naked speaker” I learned. He had few props besides his notes and he gave the speech like a story. He told the audience to be activists in their own lives.
I was so tired when I returned to the airbnb. My back ached during the walk home. I needed to prep for my own conference presentations the next day, but instead I slept. My mind worked on the problem of how best to present. I slept interrupted by thought. I woke with the 5:30am alarm in order to go on the conference hike to the falls.
David and I communicated little. I fell behind on the husbometer and blogging.