Another submission to Friends of Jezebel’s Mirror — this time, of one of our Snoopy shots.

Yum, yum … for as much as I hate having clients, I love being one. Today my account rep from one of our printing firms dropped by with fresh carameled apples, straight from the orchard. (Well, I’m assuming they didn’t have caramel and peanuts and a stick coming out of one end while they were in the orchard, but you know what I mean.) My afternoon snack was devoured promptly.

For the second weekend in a row, I’ve found myself taking in the sights of St. Paul — this time with mom, dad, Ryan and Rog. After one day at the Science Museum of Minnesota, I’ve come to the realization that 1) I tend to take blurry photos; 2) My blurry photos are always of the ones I want to turn out the best (sorry, Heather — that one was supposed to be for you); 3) My dad is quite photogenic, don’t you think?

I work in the public relations office for a fairly small college. Last week, we received a photo of six attractive students for use in a client’s brochure. Attached with the photo, a note: “If you could decrease so-and-so’s more ‘feminine features,’ that would be great.” I did not take this matter lightly. In fact, none of us on our staff did. Had we actually done what they had asked us to do, we might have ended up in a situation like this, and writing apologies like this.

This morning I received an email from a friend who is a librarian at a public school. She’s working with a creative writing class in which the teacher is asking the students to journal. In fact, I don’t think she’ll mind if I post her email here:

I am currently involved in an assignment with a creative writing class where
the teacher and I are asking the students to journal. It’s not your run of
the mill journal entry sort assignment, but an assignment that encourages
the students to push their writing skills and powers of observation and so
on through journaling. As part of the assignment, the students must read
selections of famous journals.

In my searching I have come across what I consider to be some of the
classics, works by Thoreau, Annie Dillard and so on, but I am certain I am
missing something that’s great. Can you think of any books that take on a
journal like characteristic, perhaps a biography, that you felt were well
written and perhaps left an impression upon you–either for the writer’s
craft with words or power to convey their feelings?

All suggestions are welcome!

Of course, since I had to be different, I suggested that one unusual route the students could take would be to study online journals. I suggested they start with Christine Castro’s site. If you had to suggest an online journal for Sara’s writing class, what would it be?

There are angry, sad people in this world. These kind of people email me and say I like Snoopy better than I like them, because Snoopy’s pictures got on my web site first. Not true: I love all people and dogs equally.

Snoopy is the coolest! Pick out your favorite one and email me. I will post the results in a few weeks.

This weekend Roger and I will be snooping out Snoopys in St. Paul. Today’s pic: Sam M. doing the same. Don’t you just want to take him home with you?

Lynsey is:

Thinking: People should not be late to meetings.

Reading: The Kid by Dan Savage. Charming. Really.

Pondering: Whether or not rubber stamping is really a hobby to get into.

Wearing: Last fall’s yellow cableknit sweater and black pants. It’s chilly willy here.

Saying: Late people suck.

Eating: Less than 1600 calories a day because dammit this cruise is right around the corner.

Wishing: Her grandmother a happy belated 86th(?!) birthday.

Waiting: For the weekend because I’m seeing friends I haven’t seen in a long time.

Linky goodness (in no particular order):

My dear friend — a former guest blogger who refused to identify himself — is now writing at his own home: eric.blogspot.com. Eric has never thought of himself as a very good writer. I beg to differ and told him he needed to write more. So he is.

A few weeks ago, T.J. sent me a link that allows me to watch corn grow. I’m finally just now getting around to posting it. So go now. Watch it!

It’s official! I’m now a Friend of Jezebel!

I thought we had it bad with our college web site before our launch. Ha! Check out poor little Bethany College. “There is still hope … ”

How inappropriate: rejected crayon names. But how terribly humorous.