supposedly , she was looking through her library databases -- but she is at the local CC right now, which may be part of the problem. Her professor was not much help ( pay for them if they don't cost to much ) . You guys have all ready been much more help .

Yeah, worst case she goes to the actual library at school and photocopies, no?

The library at the Community College is - well not much better funded than the local high school libraries. i did just talk to her. She didn't know jstor -- and I did tell her what I had suspected and everyone here confirmed - that she need to physically go to some of the local university libraries. Many of the public libraries don' have much in the way of bound periodicals, or fiche , or film anymore.

I can't find the awesome apple cranberry chutney recipe I used last year.

Sigh, again. Much more petty sigh than the sex-segregated lines, and yet...

I'll have to come out as a settler tomorrow, registering into my work properly. In front of people and a boss that I'm not sure how well they'll accept it, even with my (somewhat-valid) reasons. I just hate being so self conscious and feeling so guilty about it. I know it's the least of the problems of settlements, and yet... Arrg.

I think the red hair goes with my fair skin and light green eyes. I'm of a pinkish hue, too, but aren't most Irish rather pink? (I'm now thinking of Billy Connolly's screamingly funny "Pale Blue Scottish Person", of which I cannot find a copy to replace my worn-out VHS tape.) My hair was naturally very dark brown, with red highlights in summer. The one time I bleached it and dyed it red, the process damaged it so much I never did that again, but now that it's almost all silver, I can use the Natural Instincts demi-permanent and don't have to bleach it first. Now that I'm 45+, I think the lighter, brighter shade does better with my no-longer-youthfully-glowing skin. Anyway, the color's pretty.

I just hate being so self conscious and feeling so guilty about it.

There are few of us who have not been mortally embarrassed at some point by decisions our parents made.

I always wanted red hair, and it seemed to me that with green/gray eyes and skin that burns in a heartbeat that I ought to have it. My mother's hair had auburn in it. My current version of better living through chemistry ends up with some reddish highlights, but the one time I went more red, it was too hard to keep up with my mousy light brown/gray roots.

There are few of us who have not been mortally embarrassed at some point by decisions our parents made.

My mother, in her late-40s, mowing the front lawn, wearing a bikini. We lived across the street from my elementary school.

Seen at my local bookstore, something that may humiliate my children in the future: [link]

Woot Barb!

There are few of us who have not been mortally embarrassed at some point by decisions our parents made.

Not that it's not true, but very rarely said decisions have a indirect relation to loss and dehumanization of human lives.

It's not a perfect or zero-sum world, I know. But sometimes, living in it and do so morally seems impossible.