Hey, me again: I've got a blog for work. Well, I write a segment...anyway, here is the blog's website:
View From the Library
I write the directorspeak segment. Check it often; maybe I'll piggyback occasionally.
Also, I'm going to start a "New Directors" segment on here shortly. Lots of exciting stuff; check everything often.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Something something something, wow this real librarian thing is strange
OK, so I realize nobody has posted on here in forever. It's cool though.
I'm a real, bona-fide librarian. Strange, because when we created this blog over a year ago, we were still in school, and it felt like we were going to be there forever (since that's what I wanted to do). Anyway, after an interview (or several), I got a jorb. And that was great.
Until I realized: once you become a librarian, people think you can control the world. Story to illustrate this:
Strange, bearded lady (SBL): "Where are the tax forms?"
Me: "Mam, it's June, we don't have them any more."
SBL: "DAMNIT, YOU'RE THE LIBRARY YOU SHOULD HAVE THEM."
Me: "Well, we did, until about the beginning of May. Two weeks after the deadline."
SBL: "I DIDN'T WANT THEM THEN!"
Me: "But that was the deadline."
SBL: "ARGLEBARBLE!!!!!" (Reaches over counter to strangle me.)
People seem to think that I control the entire world. I do not. Please do not ask me how to fill out your crazy forms. Please do not ask me for legal advice, I won't give it.
At the same time, there are awesome days in public libraries. No joke, the people are great, and it's fun to be the only person in a building allowed to spend the entire twenty thousand dollar budget for that building. (Basically, I'm a glorified shopper.)
If you are a librarian, or just a wayward person who likes to visit libraries, be nice to your librarian. They know a lot. They just can't control everything. Like the government.
I don't know if anybody will ever read this post, or any other post. But I've decided it's time to start blogging. Cause, that's the "21st Century" thing to do.
Expect more. Mostly stories and anecdotes. Sometimes random other things.
I'm a real, bona-fide librarian. Strange, because when we created this blog over a year ago, we were still in school, and it felt like we were going to be there forever (since that's what I wanted to do). Anyway, after an interview (or several), I got a jorb. And that was great.
Until I realized: once you become a librarian, people think you can control the world. Story to illustrate this:
Strange, bearded lady (SBL): "Where are the tax forms?"
Me: "Mam, it's June, we don't have them any more."
SBL: "DAMNIT, YOU'RE THE LIBRARY YOU SHOULD HAVE THEM."
Me: "Well, we did, until about the beginning of May. Two weeks after the deadline."
SBL: "I DIDN'T WANT THEM THEN!"
Me: "But that was the deadline."
SBL: "ARGLEBARBLE!!!!!" (Reaches over counter to strangle me.)
People seem to think that I control the entire world. I do not. Please do not ask me how to fill out your crazy forms. Please do not ask me for legal advice, I won't give it.
At the same time, there are awesome days in public libraries. No joke, the people are great, and it's fun to be the only person in a building allowed to spend the entire twenty thousand dollar budget for that building. (Basically, I'm a glorified shopper.)
If you are a librarian, or just a wayward person who likes to visit libraries, be nice to your librarian. They know a lot. They just can't control everything. Like the government.
I don't know if anybody will ever read this post, or any other post. But I've decided it's time to start blogging. Cause, that's the "21st Century" thing to do.
Expect more. Mostly stories and anecdotes. Sometimes random other things.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
An Excerpt from the upcoming Chesty McBookerton novel, Seduction in the Stacks: Tales of a Bacardi Librarian
by Geraldine Bouvier
Chesty delicately slipped the latest bound collection of the Horn Book Guide back onto the shelf between its compatriots. As she reached up to adjust the plain beige bookends to firmly tighten the shelf's tomes, the top button on her self-knitted sweater burst from her chest, her ample cleavage surging forth like water threatening to topple a dam. The button, in its aerial bid for freedom, hurtled through the empty space amidst the shelves, into the adjacent aisle, before coming to a sudden stop.
"Ow!" came a voice. Shortly thereafter, a ruggedly handsome face poked around the corner. "Yours, I presume?" asked the gentleman to which the face came attached, holding the button gently between his thumb and forefinger. He seemed to be winking at her, but Chesty soon realized the button had fired from her breasts straight into his eye.
"Sorry," she replied nervously, taking the button from him. Their fingers met; his felt coarse, the fingers of a man whose livelihood came from his hands.
"No problem," he assured her. "After all, it gave me an excuse to talk to you." At that remark, his face turned slightly sheepish.
She gazed into his eyes, the deep and penetrating eyes of a longshoreman, or perhaps a cattle farmer of some kind. "I'd wondered what you were doing amidst the library journals," she said. "Could I--?" She paused, swallowing, nervous. "Could I help you find something?"
His eyes faltered, his line of sight dipping toward her bust. "I think I've found it," he told her, taking her waist into his strong, rough hands, and lowering his perfectly-stubbled face toward her smooth and waiting one.
Chesty delicately slipped the latest bound collection of the Horn Book Guide back onto the shelf between its compatriots. As she reached up to adjust the plain beige bookends to firmly tighten the shelf's tomes, the top button on her self-knitted sweater burst from her chest, her ample cleavage surging forth like water threatening to topple a dam. The button, in its aerial bid for freedom, hurtled through the empty space amidst the shelves, into the adjacent aisle, before coming to a sudden stop.
"Ow!" came a voice. Shortly thereafter, a ruggedly handsome face poked around the corner. "Yours, I presume?" asked the gentleman to which the face came attached, holding the button gently between his thumb and forefinger. He seemed to be winking at her, but Chesty soon realized the button had fired from her breasts straight into his eye.
"Sorry," she replied nervously, taking the button from him. Their fingers met; his felt coarse, the fingers of a man whose livelihood came from his hands.
"No problem," he assured her. "After all, it gave me an excuse to talk to you." At that remark, his face turned slightly sheepish.
She gazed into his eyes, the deep and penetrating eyes of a longshoreman, or perhaps a cattle farmer of some kind. "I'd wondered what you were doing amidst the library journals," she said. "Could I--?" She paused, swallowing, nervous. "Could I help you find something?"
His eyes faltered, his line of sight dipping toward her bust. "I think I've found it," he told her, taking her waist into his strong, rough hands, and lowering his perfectly-stubbled face toward her smooth and waiting one.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Great Googly Moogly
Saving the World from Google:
Already, Google has digitized 12 million books, quietly assembling what it describes as a 21st-century version of Alexandria's ancient library. Google views the project as a classic example of how a company can do well by doing good, opening up a new market for itself while giving users instant access to just about any book that's ever been published. But Microsoft, along with Yahoo and Amazon, hardly relishes the prospect of seeing Google dominate the emerging digital book market, much less fortify its control over searches. Together with writers' groups, libraries, and research institutions, these companies have formed the Open Book Alliance, which aims to open Google's private book-scanning enterprise to competition and public scrutiny.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
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