You flight up my life: a story told in pictures

Last week I went with a colleague to a library conference at Virginia Beach. It was my first time flying, and this is my first boarding pass: 01

Katie (my colleague) and I flew from MHK to the “O’Hareport” in Chicago. I saw many interesting things there, including Honey Boo Boo and her mother. So that is neat. This is what I had for breakfast there:

Legit breakfast #2dollarbanana

Airport fruit is ridiculous.

We sat in the O’Hareport for a few hours, after having lugged all our shit, like, a hundred miles to the correct terminal. This is when I realized why people buy luggage with wheels. #TheMoreYouKnow you know?

After boarding a bigger plane than the one in MHK, we flew to Norfolk, Virginia. It’s pronounced “Norfuck,” you guys. But, like, real quick, more like “Norfck.” Funny word, and I never say it right. Anyway, here’s proof I was in the Norfuck airport:


That’s me giving a thumbs up and standing next to a giant “L.” There is an “OVE” right after it, and on the “V” it says “Virginia is for lovers.” That what Katie’s and my theme the entire trip. (Not really.)

Here’s proof that Katie was with me in Norfuck:

09She was super duper excited for this conference, you guys. You don’t even understand.

We took a shuttle (a.k.a. hot van crammed with librarians) to the Hilton Hotel that is right on the Atlantic Ocean. After resolving the tiniest of hiccups, we checked into our hotel room, and as soon as we were in it, this is what we saw:


That’s the ocean from our hotel room balcony. I really want you to know I didn’t pull this off of Google images, so here:


It’s kind of dark but I swear that’s me. Here’s Katie:


Pretty slick, huh?

I think we registered for the conference next, got a restaurant recommendation from the guy who was working at the registration table (s/o to Dan from Atlas!), then had to go check out the giant Neptune statue and the beach behind him.


Now, Katie is a totally tiny human, but jeez louise this Neptune statue is ridiculous! Look at how he’s just holding that turtle. He must be a god. Anyway, this picture is proof that Katie and I acted like complete giggly tourists while we were there.

Here are some up-close beach and ocean action pics:

Some sand and buildings and stuff.
Some sand, buildings, and a lone wolf.
So many seags.
There’s some ocean and a lady stranger wildcat! I didn’t even see that sweatshirt until someone pointed it out to my in my office. ELBAW is real, you know?
Look at this shooting star!
It says something about Yuengling, which is a locally brewed beer

Then we walked down the boardwalk, slowly making our way to this mystical restaurant that Dan from Atlas recommended to us. We found a little gift shop/museum. It was kinda dorky. But here’s me, being a dork also, standing outside of the museum:


I honestly I have no idea wtf I’m doing in this picture. I think the yellow guy wanted to shake my hand but I missed that social cue.

OK, now the story starts to get kinda juicy. We went to that restaurant I keep alluding to, but it was only like 4:45 (whoa early birds, we weren’t in Florida!) and they didn’t open until 5:30, so we gtfo of there and wandered around some more. That is when some magic happened. We found this adorable spot called “Abbey Road Pub & Restaurant.” Here are a few pictures of this adorable place:

Look at all the brick & Beatles stuff!
This is me drinking that local Yuengling stuff. It was pretty good.

So, we sat and drank a beer at this great cute Beatles pub and restaurant where the walls were all COVERED with Beatles memorabilia, and they played mostly Beatles songs. It was basically my dream spot. We checked out the menu and decided we would be back for dinner another night. And oh, brother, did we go back! (More on that later.)

After we finished our beer and it was after 5:30, we walked the block over to TAUTOG’S, THE RESTAURANT I KEEP LEADING YOU ON ABOUT. This is the exterior:


As you can see, it just looks like an adorable sea-home. What the owners have done is just turned the inside into a restaurant. There is plenty of seating, though it is rather cozy (in a good way). There is a bar in what I imagine was once the living room, and I wish I had taken a picture of all the liquor with which it was fully stocked. It was basically an adorable little place, with a great wine menu, and amazing seafood.

Zeh menu.
Katie’s she-crab soup…’twas AMAZING.
Um…this is my teriyaki-ginger salmon over seaweed salad. It was insane.

When our meal was finished we were both the sleepiest babies you’ve ever seen. We went back to our hotel, called our manly men, and were both in bed by like 9 pm. What a day!

The next morning we arose so very early to get ready to eat breakfast and go to day 1 of the conference. I don’t have pictures of the conference itself, because I was busy trying to tweet all about it; that was my networking format. I did have some good twinteraction with some other people at the conference. That was good, especially because Katie and I are both shy in this type of setting and not great at networking in person.

There was a keynote speaker at the beginning of the day who spoke about sustainability in resource sharing. Then I went to a long morning session, presented by a pretty funny guy who used a lot of nerdy library jargon in internet memes (I’m excluding all library-type things here because I typed up my notes and sent them to the appropriate work people, OK?!). After that it was lunch time and this was my sandwich they provided:

I’ve never had a sandwich with beets on it before.

After lunch there was an update everyone met up to hear. It was about updates to the software we use for ILL. Pretty exciting stuff. Then we all split off again and I went to a session about overdue notices. Again, very thrilling :)

After the afternoon session, there was a wine and cheese event that was accompanied by a poster-viewing session. Then, Katie and I needed to decide where we would shove seafood into our mouths again for dinner. We ended up deciding to visit Neptune’s, which was at the base of the hotel next door. Long story short, the place smelled like “fish douche” and we  awkwardly ducked outta there and sprinted back to Tautog’s. We each got a bowl of the she-crab soup and shared these crab nachos:

The yummiest. #nofishdouche

We felt much better about this decision. We giggled about Neptune’s and how gross it was for the rest of the trip.

After Tautog’s we were sleepy again and went to bed early like old people :)

The next morning began with another breakfast, this time featuring OCLC eggs! Thanks, OCLC! There was another speaker, and I drank so many cups of coffee. I attended two other sessions that morning, both about student employees. One was about hiring, training, and keeping quality student employees, and the other was about training students (and staff) with PowerPoints, capturing screen shots of the software we use. Both were interesting and beneficial for me, as someone transitioning from a student to a staff position. I met someone from another library, and it was good to bounce ideas off of her about some issues/concerns with how to handle certain situations regarding student employees. IRL networking! Whoa!

After that it was lunch again. Thanks for the turkey sandwich, Atlas! Then we headed to the “un-conference,” and then the conference was pretty much over. That afternoon it was snowing and being cold and gross outside, but we still went wandering a bit . This included (1)being cold, (2)getting some salt-water taffy (which my dog later ate), (3)blindly trying to find a grocery store where I could buy stamps, and (4)probably giggling some more about how gross Neptune’s was. Here are some things we saw:

This was in a novelty store we visited. IT IS A CROSS COVERED IN SEA SHELLS YOU GUYS.
I decided to swim with the fishies.
Some more seagulls. I don’t know why, but I really like them.

It was still a bit early for dinner, so I took a nap and Katie read for her class. When I finally rolled outta bed, we were on our way back to Abbey Road!



We had a bunch of beer, guys. Food, too, but a lot of beer. That’s all I’ll say about that.

#beertown #usa

Then there was live music! Mike Proffitt and Dana Silvercloud. They were great! We made friends and chatted with them for a long while. I requested “Peaceful, Easy Feeling” by the Eagles and they played it for “these crazy Kansas girls” (that’s us). Katie bought their cd.

Mike and Dana

We became such good friends, we got a lovely buddy pic!

Obviously Mike is a big fan of OURS.

I love Abbey Road SO MUCH you guys. If I lived in VA Beach (though I swear I never will) it would either be my workplace or my regular hangout spot. It’s a magical place, and I wish there were one here. However, we were relieved to find out that it is not a chain and is a unique gem.

Friday morning, Katie woke up pretty early to walk down to the pier. I wanted to stay in bed. SO I DID. She got this pretty picture of the ocean in the morning time:


We checked out of our room, and tried to figure out where to eat breakfast. We were going to go to some (probably godawful Neptune’s-like) joint called Pocahontas, but a hotel employee recommended Doc Taylor’s. It’s owned by the same family that owns Tautog’s and it’s right next door! Also in a re-purposed home! Breakfast there was delicious. Here’s a picture of my coffee mug:

It says “Tautog’s” on the other side. I love Tautog’s.

After that we took the shuttle back to the airport and flew to Chicago and then back home! We have a really funny story about Katie running all over the O’Hareport to find Garrett’s popcorn, but I won’t tell it and embarrass her! (Love you, Katie!)

Flying for the first time sure was an experience for me, but definitely not as anxiety-inducing as was thinking about flying before I’d actually done it. Being in the air and seeing the ground so far below me didn’t feel as unnatural as I expected it to. I will say, though, that when the plane slows down, I really think it’s completely stopped and will just start falling straight down. That is an awful feeling. But if no one is freaking out, everything’s fine!

Seeing and touching the ocean for the first time was also not quite what I expected. It was too cold to get in barefoot, but I touched it with my hands to add that to my list of experiences. The Atlantic Ocean is ABSOLUTELY HUGE, but the thing is that when you are standing on the beach, you can only see so much of it. It’s a little underwhelming in that way, but it really is beautiful, especially at sunrise and sunset.

Overall, I had a really great trip. I’m glad I got to go with and get to know Katie better, and that I had someone with me to show me the ropes of flying before I go it alone next month on the west coast.

Thanks for reading about my big experience, y’all.



Thought Catalog

This past weekend, I disappeared. I hadn’t done that in a long time. Just went off the grid, ignored phone calls, and flaked on all social obligations. Instead, I read a book, wrote, and ran some errands. I hung out in Washington Square Park by myself and went to a solo brunch. I bought a new sweater in Soho and went home and burned incense and cleaned my room.  Stupid, silly life stuff. It was actually very boring but sometimes you need that. When you start to feel like a raw nerve all the time, you have to take a step back and bask in the mundane because sometimes it’s the only thing that can make you feel normal again.

We live in a technological age where a lot is expected from us. Our jobs never stop. Communication with our friends never ceases, and to be honest, I don’t think…

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Old Facebook Notes Found

You guys…just look at how ridiculous these notes are. I italicized the parts I especially like. It’s incredibly interesting to read these from years ago and see what I still believe to be true and what I have a totally different opinion about now.  Also to see what I thought I might be doing at this point in my life. Heh. I was way off.

“The Rock” January 17, 2007 at 10:36 am

Ok, guys. Here’s the deal. The other night I had a dream. This is how it happened:

My cell phone rang, and the caller ID said “The Rock.” I answered the phone, pretending not to know who was calling, even though we were obviously old friends.

“Hello? Who is this?” I asked.

The caller answered, “Hey, Hannah! It’s Duane. I’m going to be in town tomorrow and I just wanted to call and see if you wanted to go out to lunch with me.”

Playing it cool, “Oh, sure, that’s sounds pretty good.”

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow, bye.”

It’s the next day, and there’s an assembly at school and Duane Johnson (The Rock, aka my BFF from somewhere in the past) was giving a presentation of some sort. He was with some baseball players, and Derek Jeter was there as well. Derek somehow spotted Hannah Clark and asked to take her to lunch. Of course she said yes.

I don’t know what happened during my lunch with The Rock. All I remember is that it was raining and his dark green car had the top down, but it wasn’t wet in the car.

Then somewhere in there the dream shifted and I was chasing goats out of a valley.


“Tagging pressure is overwhelming, so just read this if you have an interest. It’s for whoever wants it. “November 17, 2010 at 12:30 am

There are all kinds of synapses happening in my thoughtheadbrain right now. I’m not really certain how to straighten them out, but I guess if they aren’t “adding up” I’m just gonna leave it be, ’cause why mess with the natural process?

What I can say, however, is that there are a lot of things to me that are beautiful and sad at the same time, right now in this instant. My mind is simultaneously glossing over the universe as I recognize it in its entirety, the bed that I’m laying in and the dog that’s sleeping next to me, the parts that make up an atom, and everything in between. Taking these images, my feelingheartthingy is trying to make the decision of whether or not I believe the world is overall a good or overall a bad place, or if its neither of these.

I am whole and empty. And no, I don’t need to find Christ. Stop coming to my house, Mormons. Seriously. The air is thick with your agenda, and this makes me uncomfortable. I’m trying to be a better person everyday and emanate GENUINE care, kindness, and concern (but honestly, sometimes it’s impossible for me to give a shit).

I’m not sure if the kind of escape I’m looking for is possible. There are so many fucking people on this planet. And unfortunately, the few that are fucking things up are fucking it up for the many who are just trying to fucking survive. Fuckfuckfuck.

I love you all. Spread that love ’round.

Hanny BakesCakesEarthquakes


“Some thoughts on mah brain” June 3, 2010 at 1:36 pm

It’s interesting how life can flip-flop so easily. Just a week ago I was in such a low, horrible place that I didn’t know when things would look up. We had a family tragedy, and there was some shitty personal stuff going on in my life as well. After several days of awesome quality family time, and some time away from Manhattan, things are already turning around and life is awesome. There are shitty things that happen, but for me they never seem to last too terribly long. Something always changes in the nick of time. 

I have been spending plenty of time alone, which is great. It’s important to get those times to yourself until you get so sick of yourself that you have to be with people. I have been cleaning, cooking, and sewing (which isn’t going too fantastically because of freakin’ elastic thread – ugh!) a lot lately and it’s been really good for mah soul. I rearranged my room a little bit, and I think that has made me dream a lot more at night, oddly.

So now everything has calmed down, at least for the time being. I am excited about future endeavors, such a yard sale this summer (if you need bookshelves, a desk, or a big ol’ bed, please come), taking a class this summer that can hog all of my scholarly attention, moving at the end of July, living with two awesome chicks, and taking a ceramics class at the end of the summer.

I miss my dear ol’ Hanny and Leah, but it’s wonderful they are each doing things that make them so happy, and I am proud of them (even though I’m incredibly lonely without them).

I hope everyone has a great summer, no matter what you are doing with your time. Do things for yourself; this is the perfect time to be selfish. Don’t distance yourself too much though, as friendly companionship contributes a whole lot to who you are as a person.

I love you guys.


“Something cool” May 13, 2010 at 4:16 pm

I realized another awesome reason to not drive a car, but bike or walk instead. I was walking to work today and spotted good ol’ Sarah Stokes riding her bike, and only mere minutes later did I come across Ryan Fronk. What a beautiful thing! Had we been driving our cars, we wouldn’t have been able to talk to one another, and it’s possible that we wouldn’t even have noticed each other. This is such a great way to bump into people and have a nice, friendly, and unexpected chat with old friends.

Favorite part of me day. Including finishing my last final.

It is also nice when you are walking, and a friend drives by you, stops, and offers you a ride. Friendship and love and all that stuff.

“Hale Library on a Wednesday afternoon…” April 7, 2010 at 4:42 pm

Well, I’m at a crossroads.

I have made a basic decision about what I am doing for my Senior Honors Thesis, which is very good, since I’ll need to have that taken care of in order to graduate with Honors. Hooray!

However, this leads me to think beyond graduating from K-State and what the hell I want to do afterward. Initially upon entering University I figured I’d go to graduate school because an undergraduate degree standing alone isn’t what it used to be. At one point I considered going all the way and getting my doctorate to become a professor at a university somewhere, simply because I could not stand teaching elementary, middle, or high school children/crappy teens. That plan has been debunked (probably) since I have been a TA this semester and don’t think I would enjoy that a whole lot.

Since my TA gig has made clear to me that I am doubtful I would enjoy being in a teaching position, I have considered traveling after college. This seems to be a common thought-process for college students, as young people in general want to travel the world at some point in their lives (especially if they have been in the same town practically their entire lives and have never been out of the country… *cough*ME*cough*).

I was thinking I could get rid of all of my belongings but for my bed, and anything that could fit into the cedar chest my mom is giving me. I would buy a bike, trade my car for a small truck, and be able to fit everything I owned in the bed of the truck and just go. I know enough people living in several different states that I feel I could be secure going and living somewhere near those people for a short time. My aunt in Iowa (I don’t know why I’d want to live in Iowa, but why not?), Dan and Justin in California, cousins in Arkansas and South Dakota, ol’ Hanny in Wyoming, Leah in Illinois (if she stays), and the list could go on and on. I think that would be the basic motivation and reason for me to move to another town – if someone I know is nearby so I wouldn’t be completely helpless in an emergency. This sounds like a great time to me. Move around from state to state, working as I go to live on the smallest amount I possibly can.

While this all sounds great, liberating, fanciful, and all that, anyone could roll their eyes at me and tell me it’s unrealistic. Now I’m beginning to believe that. I have known people to do things similar to this, but for some reason there is always something that blocks me from doing things that other people seem to be able to do so easily, like study abroad. That think is ALWAYS finances. No matter what.

This leads me to another point (yes, I am rambling now but I hope to tie in all these elements in a relevant way). I have also been considering lately how little I enjoy spending so much time to make money just to spend it. I work as a TA and at the library, make about $600 a month, and for some reason, I am always broke. I haven’t bought anything from the Gap in A LONG time, and I don’t throw my money down the drain. However, I always find myself back at the starting point and can never get ahead. This has made me want to live in a place where the value of currency is not viewed how it is in the United States. There are so many places around the world in which people’s social security is just that – SOCIAL. People build relationships and that is how they live. “Money” has no value. It’s nonexistent. People here express their individualism with the things they buy, and how they dress themselves. There are places where people express who they are by having less and less things to show their giving nature. That sounds like a place where I would like to live.

So, to wrap this up, the only conclusions I have come to about what to do after graduation don’t really have anything to do with WHAT I’m going to DO. I haven’t decided what to DO.

But I do know what kind of person I want to BE. Does that not matter just as much, and maybe more than getting degree after degree to prove who you are? Nawmsayin?

I would like some feedback from you people. You’re smart. I wanna know what y’all think about shit.


“I need some help.” February 3, 2010 at 5:33 pm

I think I have started dressing like my mom…


Hahaha that last one is my favorite. I still have that fear occasionally.


I don’t know what is going on lately, but I’ve been having some really strong anxious feelings. On Saturday I thought it was because I was pissed off about Fake Paddy’s Day and just wanted to get the heck outta there. But today on my walk back to work I started feeling really anxious again. I can’t really tell why or what’s going on. I’ve been thinking about the future a lot and it’s overwhelming. I also am getting really tired of the same walk to and from work daily. It is starting to feel like it will never end. But then I think maybe I am just making myself think I’m having a panic attack but that I’m really not, but that just makes me more anxious!

What I need to do in this moment is recognize that I’m not feeling the greatest or completely like myself, a little anxious, and strangely depressed, but need to act to get myself out of the slight funk. Don’t buy coffee or anything, Hannah. Sit and breath steady and get to work! …Then later today write a funny compilation post about all those funny notes you wrote on your old Facebook account that you just found.

Ok chill out Bakes.

Goals for March

1. Continuous goals for my everyday life are to knit, read, do yoga, meditate, and run on a more regular basis. This is an ongoing struggle, as social life and laziness are daily distractions. It’s important for me to always try to keep up these activities; they are the things I can do all by myself that feed my soul and make me feel whole. I still have not figured out the best way to balance personal vs. shared time, and I will continue to explore to find what works for me.

2. In an effort to not be a total “sheep,” I want to work on smiling with every eye contact I make. We all go about our lives, trying to get to the next places we need to be, pretending all the people around us are not really there. We look at the ground while we walk, or we stare straight forward. Our eyes occasionally meet those of a stranger, and we quickly look away, unable to give recognition to the potential of human connection that can be found in that moment. Sure, it’s a little awkward, but only because it’s out of the ordinary. I want to work on not being afraid of making eye contact with those I bypass, stranger or otherwise. I want to take those opportunities to smile, acknowledging that other person as a fellow human, and hopefully making a connection, even if it is brief and very likely forgettable.

3. Another goal in the realm of human connection is that I want to be better about calling over texting. I realized my main mode of communication (outside of in-person) is texting. It is a complete habit for me these days, when I try to get in touch with a friend to get together, ask a question, or otherwise, to type out what I want to say and wait for a response. This kind of makes no sense, unless I am in a place where I cannot actually talk on the phone and it is important for that moment (but when is it ever absolutely necessary, outside of emergency situations?) Hearing another person’s voice, and allowing them to hear mine, is a great opportunity for connection from a distance. From now on, when I get a hold of friends or family and I am thinking about sending a text, I am going to challenge myself to call instead.

Happy March, Bakes’s self-improvement month!


I am going to start called the second month of the year Fabruary, you know why? Because I learned how to make it not suck like always! This post is a few days late, but here are the main things brought to me by Fabruary 2013:

-Knitting + NPR = ♡
-An amazing art birthday party. Simply. Amazing.
-Getting Frascoed a few times – boogyin’ down and kissin’ feet
-7th Annual Drag show
-A lovely Valentine’s day featuring a great mixed cd that I have already listened to about 8,000 times
A Valentine soiree!
-Lawrence friendship time
-Processing change
-“Choo-chooin’ on the winster train.”
-Feeling the moment
-Teamin’ it to the grocery store
-Cooking, cooking, cooking great food
-Snow day!
Snow day quesadilla!
-Blanket fort
-Mae’s photo booth x 2
-Future ponderin’
-Quality letters, to and from quality humans
-Pride and love for my friends pursuing their passions
-Experiencing a good friend’s quality theatrical directorial debut

Seriously you guys, shortest month? How did I manage to squeeze in so many good times. I really love you all and this town. Thank you so much. I know I gush a lot but you gotta get over it.

Hanny Bakeybuns