Reina Del Cid rocks my world

The musician is Reina Del Cid. This is her original song, titled "Library Girl." I am just posting it because it is awesome and you should be exposed to it. Enjoy!




Lyrics:

Shelving books on the night shift
It takes some time, but I guess I like it
Dewey's decimals keep me company

Out the window, you are dancing
With those girls who can't stop laughing
Lip-gloss, too hot, fake-baked drama queens

You were drinking a margarita
I was reading My Antonia
I got to thinking that

I don't fit inside that world
And I'm not like those other girls
Oh no, I'm not, I think a lot
But please don't be afraid

Just 'cause I navigate the media
And use encyclopedias
It doesn't mean that I don't need
A boy just like you to talk to

Set my cup back on its saucer
At the coffee shop, reading Chaucer
With my iPod on my favorite track

The girls you're with get turtle lattes
Decaf, skim-based, extra frothy
But you and I both drink our coffee black

You were talking about ACDC
And I was playing my Puccini
I got to thinking that

Repeat Chorus

You can buy me a margarita
And I will lend you My Antonia
You can take me to ACDC
And I'll play you my Puccini
It doesn't matter that

I don't fit inside that world
I'm not like those other girls
Oh no, I'm not, I think a lot
But you are not afraid.

That I navigate the media
And use encyclopedias
It doesn't mean that I don't need
A boy just like you to talk to

Unexplainable? Maybe. Un-trackable to a librarian? Never!

Library folks are particular in their ways when it comes to data gathering and organizing. We like to be detailed and be clear, even regarding information that can defy precision. Can YOU catalog a football? A librarian can. Librarians apparently have a category and a way to track everything - including what is described (by the librarian) as "unexplainable".

So far, this is my favorite example of such quirkiness. Classic clear, precise explanation. And even an example of best methods. Fantastic. After you get past the giggling at how serious they take their instructions, have some fun poking around the rest of their blog.

I talk in my sleep

I have been told that I sometimes mumble when I sleep. Occasionally even talk a little bit. A little humorous, possibly annoying to my husband or sisters I have shared a room with before. But no big deal really.

Unless I slip upstairs at work to find a quiet study carrel for a quick rest of my eyes on my fifteen minute break. And then accidentally fall asleep. And wake myself up by talking in my sleep.