Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Oh, Oh, Oh More Sneezing!




Tonight, on reference at small public library:

"Helloooo sweetie pie."

"Um, hi"

"Aren't you a pretty girl."

"How can I help you?"

"I haven't seen you here before."

(I smile - in what I believe to be a clueless friendly manner, a girl next door way)


"Let's see, what's your name? Bends over and squints, staring at my chest..."

"Well, this is a book that Indigo has and I think you don't..." (hands over paper)

"Okay, let's look it up and..."

"Oh listen to them sneeze without covering their mouths! I didn't used to care, but now days..."

"Oh, Oh, Oh, more sneezing! "

Quips and Quotes

Well, now that I've been out in the working world for approximately 3 months, it's time to go back to school. No, not really. It's time for the graduation festivities to begin. I return to University in May for the official convocation, and in the meantime many of my friends at library school are wrapping up and beginning their own job hunt. In celebrations of this special time, an unknown source has kindly provided a few quotations from our time at library school.

All of the following are direct quotes from library/archive professors while teaching:

"I often unnecessarily complicate things."

"I like going on these tangents all the time."

"My searching is incredibly inefficient." [said while demonstrating an online search]

"Let's see, I can't remember anything."

"It is a great time to be an archivist because the world is such a mess."

"Listen to the records." [not the musical kind...]

"Archival science is like a mongrel discipline."

"I tried to be a gigolo, but I starved!"

"I would desperately try to keep sexual material out of there."

"You can write a mission statement about yourself."

"A CEO banned PowerPoint in his organization."

My apologies to those who fail to say the humour, again, it is the context that makes these quotations incredibly funny.... I actually had to put my head down once or twice during classes to muffle my hilarity.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Teen Lit: One Review for You


"Get in," he said, reaching to open the passenger's door. The women in his family had all been bossy, from his greatmother right down through his five sisters. He had great respect for strong-minded women and they never failed to cheer him up. Soon he and Dolores had rattled over the railway tracks and the tires were singing along the highway that led out of town."

True Confessions of a Heartless Girl is good solid teen lit. It has suspense, heartbreak, and most of all, the protagonist continually makes what seems to be the wrong decision only to have everything work out perfectly at the end.

Trouble follows Noreen Stall everywhere. She is seventeen, pregnant and on the run with a stolen car and a wad of cash. Part 1: Stranger delves into how this all came to be. Part 2: True Confessions outlines chapter by chapter her sins; pride, lust, sloth, anger. Part 3: Wages of Sin is where the story really takes off and the cast of characters residing in this small prairie town develop and resonate. Despite the chapter names, religion/faith/spirituality are not explored in any meaningful way. In this light, the chapter titles seem like a gimic or ploy. A number of book reviews mention them and make them out to be a lot more than they are. Dolores, an elderly aboriginal waitress is a spiritual and combines a love of God with a love of mother earth. However, the protagonist, Noreen doesn't particularly explore spirituality other than experiencing one hazy vision of God.

In fact, the rythms of the earth permeate the writing and lend a richness not often found in teen literature. The imagry is beautiful and intertwines with the personal demons each character is dealing with.

"It was the photographs that couldn't be replaced. How do you put a price on a memory that looks back at you-one that is so sharp it stops the world and takes your breath away....A south wind stirred the leaves in the cottonwood near where he worked. Then the wind shifted direction, moving strongly from the east. It carried the thick reedy smell of the lake, and it carried memories. On the morning Danny drowned, when they brought him up from the bottom of the lake, somebody had said that a small pure white stone had been found in his mouth. Del shivered in spite of the heat and his lonliness deepened."

This book was a satisfying one-day-read although I must warn you that the end fizzles out. I think the title is great and I'll keep it in mind for a future blog entry...

PS- I know content has been serious lately! Hopefully something absurdly wonderful will occur over the next few days! I am also responding to a request for more book reviews. And, as I read a lot it helps me digest what I've been reading rather than tossing it aside and starting on the next title...

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Mixed Media

Tonight while driving home, I listened to WorldPlay on the CBC- tonight it was "Fire: Tales of Jobs Gone Wrong." I laughed, chuckled, and snorted all the way home. Here's an excerpt from the website:

"Annabelle Gurwitch and a revolving cast of fellow show-biz veterans share their stories. The evening was inspired by Gurwitch's own experience. "If you had told me two years ago I was going to be hired and then fired by my idol Woody Allen I would have jumped from a six storywindow to avoid the pain and disappointment. Then, if you had told me that because of this experience, I would learn invaluable lessons, and grow as a person, I would have jumped from a twelve storey building. Who wants more character defining experiences? As it turns out, of course, these are the events that shape our lives. I've known some of the people who share theirstories in this piece for years, and yet I had no idea about all the crappy character building experiences that have contributed tomaking them into people I admire".

Fired was first produced Off Broadway at the Second Stage Theatre. Gurwitch is also collecting stories for a book version of Fired. A movie and a sequel are in the pipeline."

I only caught the last bit...an woman recounting her wonderful job as a theme park witch and the lengths she went to avoid jury duty and therefore keep this job. I have a hard time finding books that truly make me laugh out loud, so I hope that the humour of this script translates onto the page.

There are three more weeks of plays-the schedule is at the following URL:

http://www.cbc.ca/worldplay/schedule.html

Friday, March 24, 2006

It's a good life if you don't weaken: part 2


Okay, so Tragically Hip has a great song called, "It's a good life if you don't weaken." That dates back to 2002. When was the GN published? Is this a common phrase I haven't noticed before. I feel embarrassingly out of the loop now!

Last night a library patron was searching for literature on helping a family member with a drinking problem. She was hoping to help her mother. She was hurried but grateful for the assistance. It's something that amazes me about this job: the glimpses into peoples lives, beyond the superficial. Strangers share with you. Sometimes I feel jaded about the amount of servitude my job in the public sector involves, but times like this I feel blessed to interact with the community in this way....

I leave you with a few lines from the Hip...

"When the colour of the night
and all the smoke for one life
gives way to shaky movements,
improvisational skills,
a forest of whispering speakers
let's swear that we will
get with the times,
in a current health to stay
let's get friendship right
get life day-to-day
in the forget-yer-skates dream
full of countervailing woes
in diverse-as-ever scenes
proceeding on a need-to-know
in a face so full of meaning
as to almost make it glow

O' for a good life, we just might have to weaken

And find somewhere to go
go somewhere where we're needed
find somewhere to grow
grow somewhere we're needed."

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Chanda's Secrets


Imagine Africa. Imagine your mother getting sick. Your mothers boyfriend is dying alone starved and filthy under an old wagon in the street. Everyone is afraid to go near him. Dirty rumours circulate about your best friend...willing to do anything for money. You try to keep it together. To stay strong and keep your family together and you dream about your future...

"I peek inside the Internet cafe next door. Last week I saw Esther at a keyboard. I thought I was hallucinating. There she was in her bright orange flip-flops and her secondhand sequined halter top, popping gum and clicking the mouse. "

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Getting my e-mails," she replied smugly.

"I laughed in her face. There's a computer in the main offic at school, and we've all been taken down to see how it works, but the idea of using one in real life seemed as bizarre as flying to Mars. "

"She winked and showed me her collection of business cards. "They're from the tourists who take my picture," she bragged. "When I'm bored, I send them e-mails. Sometimes they write back. If their friends are coming to town, for instance."

"If their friends are coming to town?"

I couldn't put this book down. I read it in one day. I think it should be in the curriculum - say, grade eight. If you want a glimpse into AIDS in Africa in a way that makes it real, that makes it heartbreaking and yet not hopeless, this is the book for you. This is one of the biggest issues in the world today and this books takes stigma, cultural beliefs, village life, witch doctors, fear, ignorance, love -- and rolls it all into one big story, rich and full of truth.

At a library near you...


Oh dear,

How To Plan Your Wedding
has just been cancelled.
Instead we will be offering
Introduction to Email.

True Story.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Smutty Words

These are the words that filled my work day and will fill my dreams tonight:

"Dirty." "Stained." "Ripped." "Grubby." "Warped."

At times I became more descriptive...

"Broken spine." "Pages are stuck togther." "Disgusting unknown substance within"

"Strange smell." "Rude remarks scribbled inside."

Weeding, weeding, endless weeding. I prefer weeding fiction. I think that as an avid fiction reader I find it easier to define the value or worth of an item in that area. Non-fiction, well that's another story. One man's trash is another man's treasure so they say. When examining the oversized collection, I relegated all kinds of fascinating coffee table books to disposal. A pictorial examination of tattoos. The history of earrings. Measurements and distinguishing characteristics of all reptiles of North America. The history of literature written about Patagonia. What if some small crying child comes in searching for something I tossed?

Actually, I would be quite ruthless, but the fear is always the "other" - the "other" librarian who approves the items selected for weeding. If I alone had the power... Ha ha ha (laughing like "The Count")...

And by the way...some of those oversized books could kill a person. By gosh, precariously balanced on an upper shelf... darn right hazardous!

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Perks

Telephone conversation overheard in Library (co-worker):

"Hi, I'm just at the library, but I'm walking over in a minute. Can I get an order of onion rings?"

"Ah, what's your special today?"

"Yeah, I'll pass on that."

"Just the onion rings, thanks."

Some people are just so organized! They have things worked out to an art. Time management 101. Why waste your break in a line up. Call ahead!

Verbatim

Quote from Time magazine this week, March 20th 2006, page 5:

"Librarians give us a scare."

Explanation: "Sister Mary Carol Hellman, nun at the Sisters of St. Walburg Monastery in Villa Hills, Ky., former team champion of northern Kentucky's annual Corporate Spelling Bee for Literacy, on the nuns' decision to challenge the defending champion, a team of Boone County librarians, in this year's contest.

My response: Hilarious. Great!

My question: How did this get into Time magazine alongside quotes from Donald Trump, the mother of a 9/11 terrorist, a former Enron CEO, and Iranian nuclear negotiator, etc.?? How much power do the Time magazine librarians have? Wow!

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

In an Effort...


...to be more professional, I will endeavour to share my favorite library related discoveries from this point forward. It has been brought to my attention that I should be more careful about what I write in this blog, you never know what evil hands may get a hold of it. I can't help laughing at all the absurdities that befall me in the library each day...so never fear...not much will change.

Aurora Public Library posts a top ten list which allows you to access the entire first chapter or lengthy excerpts of some very popular (and sometimes "trashy") and hard to come by titles. I don't actually need to read an entire Sue Grafton novel, but it doesn't hurt to spend five minutes reading the first chapter so I am "in the know"... I was quite excited to read an excerpt from A Million Little Pieces as the holds list is topping 200 in one system I work for. As a librarian, how do you stay informed when all the award winners and best-sellers are out? Read them before they're catalogued, jump the que, buy them at Chapters, or simply be on the ball and predict a hit before it explodes??? Visit http://www.library.aurora.on.ca/dynamic/TTItemViewer.php to read some excerpts!

Library Girl


I'm reading The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger right now. It's an absorbing and unique take on the chronology of narrative and the possibilities of love at any age. At least I think so. Isn't it funny when something from the reality of your life suddenly echoes a book you're reading instead of the other way around? Henry, the protagonist and time traveler is a librarian by profession. A character named Gomez (who right now at page 398 hasn't developed into a very interesting character yet) calls Henry "library boy" from the first moment they meet -- guess what I got called today by total strangers?? You guessed it--"library girl"! Yes, after work I headed to a nearby grocery store where teenage boys in the produce section said, "Look, there's library girl. Hey aren't you library girl?" I simply gave a "Queen Elizabeth in a parade wave" and floated by. No, not really. I was embarrassed for some reason...

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Typist?



"I need someone to type a letter. Do you know anyone? Can you type it? I'll pay you something."

"Well, sorry I can't type it for you but you can use one of these computers."

"No, no, no. Can you type it for me this week sometime?"

"No, but maybe the Career Centre could advertise for a student."

"Well, I am going to go read newspapers now. In an hour I will walk past here and please let me know if you've found someone."

A prime example of a standard reference interview, College Library, 2:08 pm Saturday.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Blonde Like Me

Every day my apartment managers post a joke in the elevator. The jokes do provide fodder for conversation when I have the misfortune to ride the elevator with anyone else. I only live a few floors up actually, and often it takes several trips to read a whole joke.

This ones quite short and rude. Needless to say I ripped it down!

From both elevators.

I just talked to one of the managers that day. Are they poking fun at me? Or am I just paranoid?

What do you call a blonde in a library?
Lost.

A bit much from people who can't spell "earring"- this I know because I once lost an earring and noticed to my horror a FOUND flyer in the elevator with a picture of it. A picture of my cheap $5 dollar earring in the elevator of my building. Wow.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Lecherous Librarian?













George from The Hour is my current ideal man. Cool, smart, excellent nose ring, cool belt buckle, likes Van Morrison, recently discussed how great the original Pride and Prejudice movie was...Sometimes he sounds like a librarian when he's chatting on his show with all his facts and "did ya knows" but actually I have realized he probably just has really awesome underpaid CBC librarians fact checking the show...hey I would rock that gig. Hmmm.
Check it out-The Hour on CBC Newsworld (channel 26) at 8 and 11pm Mon-Thurs.

Blackberry or Blueberry?


Dear Mr. Blueberry by Simon James is a lovely picture book written with imagination and humour. Each page is a letter either written to Mr. Blueberry by a small girl, or a response from him. One night, by the light of a moon, a girl sees a whale in the small pond in her backyard. Here's an excerpt:

Dear Emily,
I must point out to you quite forcibly now that in no way could a whale live in your pond. You may not know that whales are migratory, which means they travel great distances each day. I am so sorry to disapoint you.
Yours sincerely,
Mr. Blueberry

Dear Mr. Blueberry
Today I'm a little sad. Arthur has gone. I think your letter made sense to him and he has decided to be migratory again.
Love Emily

-I did not just give away the ending, don't worry!

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

jazz it up


This has nothing to do with librarianship, but on my long commute home this evening I realized something about my musical tastes. When I finish a shift, I tend to get in the car and crank it up. I listen to something loud and youthful to remind myself that I am not a sixty-year old librarian. I especially feel like this after working at the college, where students, many just slightly younger than me, approach the reference desk for help. They either a.) treat me like crap, like some sort of strange misfit, or b.) approach the desk with awe and reverance (am I kidding myself? Ah yah) Actually sometimes I get hit on. Which makes me feel super youthful and cool and makes me vow to put more effort into my work wear appearance (which won't happen until jeans become acceptable and getting up early isn't a problem).



After driving a little while with loud music, somehow I usually end up on CBC After Hours if it's the end of a long day. Jazz just helps me unwind. I just realized that when I was a kid, and I couldn't sleep (Somethings never change) my parents or grandparents would put the radio on for me. Classical music made me sad and even tearful. Jazz (especially old style trumpets, and crooning ladies) made my toes wiggle. And when a slower number came on, I would drift off into sugar plum Shirley Temple dreams...

Another Day, Another View



5 jobs just isn't enough. I really need to have 6. So today I interviewed again. I am becoming quite the interview queen. I don't dither with my answers, or prolong the agony, short and succinct is my style. And it hasn't failed me yet.
Some of the questions they asked:
  • Have you heard of A Million Little Pieces? What do you think about the controversy? -Yes, not much, is all non-fiction really true?
  • What is the best book you read this year? - A Complicated Kindness by Miriam Toews
  • Why is merchandizing important and what are the benefits and drawbacks of it?
  • A nine year old boy is looking for something humerous to read...
  • What are graphic novels and why do they appeal to young readers?
  • Are you looking for a full-time permanent placement?
  • Are you planning on staying in this area, are you applying for positions in other provinces?

Another one bites the dust... we eagerly await the results. Actually not too eagerly, yesterday I hired on with a major system so I should have plenty of work. Just when something good happens though, someone always rains on your parade. A few hours prior to hearing the good news, a jaded old on-call monopolized me on the reference desk with tales of this particular library system. I refuse to become negative-even if HR used the term "interested in bringing you on board" twice on my answering machine. Blaaah!