“They’re all that’s left you.”

My earliest memories are fading like old photographs. I remember playing with Mr. Phil or do I actually remember the photograph of me sitting next to Mr. Phil’s toolbox.

What is your earliest memory?

In high school I wanted to be a teacher or a museum director. I worked in the library to pay my way through college and realized I really enjoyed it. So I stumbled into library school. I worked as a librarian for a few years, but oh the lure of internet millions was too great. I’ve been working with search and information retrieval ever since. But there is something about helping someone one-on-one find a good book or the perfect source for a homework assignment. Maybe when I grow up I’ll be a librarian again.

When I was a child I remember assigning personalities to different numbers. This only applied to the single digit numbers and any multi-digit number inherited the personalities of its parts. I’m a bit fuzzy about which number was which but I do remember that a few numbers were definite snobs. I think #8 was one of the snobby ones while #6 and #7 were good.

My current mantra…

Three is a magic number,
Yes it is, it’s a magic number.
Somewhere in the ancient, mystic trinity
You get three as a magic number.

The past and the present and the future.
Faith and Hope and Charity,
The heart and the brain and the body
Give you three as a magic number.
- from schoolhouserock.tv

I’ve been waiting for about 5 years. Half a decade is quite a long time to wait and I’m starting to get tired. But I’m not ready to give up just yet. Am I fooling myself or do I just need to try harder?

It is long past Thanksgiving but I’m working on being more thankful and remembering all the good things that happen each day. Maybe this could be my 2007 resolution…

Today I’m thankful for the same thing as yesterday and the day before — the fact that I still have all my parts. I had surgery wednesday and was very worried I would lose an organ. Combine one world class worrier with a doctor who did a great job of explaining all the potential risks and I was convinced I’d be missing something post-surgery. Well technically I am missing something, but it was a really ugly nasty cyst that didn’t belong.

On the way to work at the intersection of Great Falls and Rt 123, right across from the police station, an older gentleman was sitting behind sheet of plyboard that read “Ann Coulter - Witch!” I wish I’d snapped a picture.

But Jason Kottke has a point - Please stop. It really isn’t productive to waste my time hating her, so I’ll try my best to ignore.