Nautical but nice

Anna - 24 - Melbourne - librarian-in-training.
Dark choc and cranberry biscuits, primarily because South Preston Safeway doesn’t stretch to dried cherries.
In addition to the frangipane tart for the, I nearly wrote nut-less, then thought better of it, nut-free, that is hardly better, for the nut-allergic amongst the library staff. 

Dark choc and cranberry biscuits, primarily because South Preston Safeway doesn’t stretch to dried cherries.

In addition to the frangipane tart for the, I nearly wrote nut-less, then thought better of it, nut-free, that is hardly better, for the nut-allergic amongst the library staff. 

Quince tart for work morning tea, or, it’s okay, I only photograph my own cooking

Quince tart for work morning tea, or, it’s okay, I only photograph my own cooking

Dear everyone who’s ever said they wish they could read as fast as me,

It is not a blanket speed. Or rather it is a blanket speed, but these chapters on qualitative and quantitative research, I am skimming them.

It is skim, or read a paragraph, then wander around Twitter for an hour, then make a cup of tea, then read the same paragraph again plus the first two lines of the next one, and so on and so forth. 

Warsan Shire - “For Women Who Are Difficult To Love”

(Source: vimeo.com)

MEANWHILE

Finding literature on my topic is proving difficult as I am researching a new thing, about which no one else has written yet. 

On one hand, I feel groundbreaking. On the other, it would be nice to know what another librarian/academic thinks about the subject. 

In other news,

this thesis has to be done by November. Which is when the complaining about it will stop. Probably.

you are ohio by Nate Slawson

cacchieressa:

you are ohio

so I had this dream we
were a map of the midwest.
you were ohio & I was
michigan & I was all over
you & it was so fucking hot
your spine was on fire all
the way down to cincinnati,
& god damn if that ain’t
the most depressing thing
because I knew I’d wake
up wishing I was kentucky
& your ankles were a river
wrapped around my throat,
but it don’t matter either way
because motherfuck if you aren’t
always telling me the same thing—
it’s not happening, uh-uh,
not in this time zone, brother,
or any other place.

~Nate Slawson