Good.

I went and had lunch with Archives people. At first it felt a bit forced and weird, but pretty soon we settled back into our ways. I have missed them, but I needed to be away from them to realize that.

Then I went and visited fuzzyila in Verdun. I don't need to be away from her for a year and half to know that I'm going to miss her ( Read more... )

Well, get a load of this! It's good in a horrible, horrible way. From The Georgian, November 7, 1949:

POUND OF FLESH DANCE TO BE HELDWe have just been having a long and hushed talk with the social chairmen of the Student Undergraduate Society and Evening Faculty Student Society, who have confided to us in the best confidence their plans for one of ( Read more... )

How many of you (those of you who are roughly my age) have held a job for five years? I could be wrong, but I suspect there aren't many 27 year olds in this day and age who have. At least, not a full-time job. There are exceptions, but it's fairly rare ( Read more... )

So, I'm indexing the 1966 Sir George Williams University yearbook right now. On page 55 is information about, and photographs of, the Student Christian Movement's Sir George chapter ( Read more... )

*sniffle sniffle*

I'm sure shystreet will try to blame herself and her cold, but that's really not it. I'm completely allergic to something today. Ugh, I can barely keep my eyes open and I'm a constant source of sniffles ( Read more... )

One of the things I occasionally have the opportunity to do in my job is a kind of historical detective work. It's probably the thing that I have the most fun doing. For instance, just now I was given a name and a graduation year (1927) and told to find everything I can on a particular guy. And now I go through old documents and books and such, and ( Read more... )

...but working in the archives does this to me: Whenever I hear that someone Concordia-related has died, my first thought is about all the work it's going to mean for me.

The news media is all over my workplace this morning, looking for anything they can get on this guy.

The Hall Building is in its most disgusting state ever. I left the office to go to the washroom just down the hall. Every single toilet was in an awful, awful state. So, I walked down the stairs to the 9th floor. And every single toilet there was in an even worse state (the 9th is more heavily trafficked, especially by students). And then I came ( Read more... )

As I was saying to fuzzyila last night, I think that if I continue listening to Triple J at the rate that I have been lately, I'll ever-so-slowly start to pick up an Australian accent. Which could be fun. I could play tricks on people.

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Other random thing: the headline I'm looking at right now on the front page of the January 20, 1978 edition of the ( Read more... )