We are more than our building.
We are More Than Books.
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weeding wonder
I’m doing grubby pulls, the grossest of the gross, a final sweep before we RFID everything. Get those torn, ragged, stained, worn smokers’ home monstrosities off the shelf.
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Big Bend and Marfa
We wanted to camp in Big Bend and return to the McDonald Observatory. See the heavens through giant telescopes, through our naked eyes, tiny orbs in the galaxy and the Marfa lights.
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my new job
Yomicon—”reading con”—is an annual anime/manga/cosplay event for teens at the Austin Public Library. The free five-hour event features geeky crafts, gaming, costume and art contests, Magic, Minecraft, manga drawing workshops and tons of nerd swag. They asked for staff volunteers; they got a creepy horse galomping about, nuzzling shrieking children. I worked the photo booth,…
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Chapter Next: Austin, TX
Librarians, we’re the worst, we never rest, men in black will march to the reference desk, muzzle cries of access, freedom to read, information privacy, making inner worlds safe for democracy, enriched and courageous, one worth embracing.
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adventures in libraryland, San Diego edition
Work sent me to San Diego. I did a lot of puking, hating my skin and presenting research skills half outside my body.
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it’s ALIVE! the death reference desk
Hey, everyone! I invite you to check out the latest library science-y meets morbid curiosity monument in my ever-expanding empire. The Death Reference Desk is a project I am thrilled to be part of with another librarian, Kim Anderson based in Portland, Oregon, and John Erik Troyer, a professor of death and dying studies in…
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meg holle dot commed
Hey, youse. This is sadly a mere shout for the moment. I am alive and back in Vancouver business, busying myself with school and deferring it, banging my head on my overslept bed, and ceiling. Oh, basement suite. You bring out the most colorful curses. But the real news, oh boy! is I’ve managed to…
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the idiots
Victoria finally got the guts, the ambition, the fire in its belly eating up the oxygen from the wind in its sails to scorch its fair citizens with 84 degrees, no breeze, brazen.
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the adventure
For a month I carried my life around in a suitcase.
