45. tennesse williams.

“I have a funny heart,” he admits. “Sometimes it seems to thrive on punishment.”

29. beyond the sea.

i'm presenting my first solo story time in the morning for 3-5 year olds.
this was really fun to put together, and helping plan the one last week was great practice.

we'll be reading about otters,

 rhyming about ocean friends, 

making paper bag puppets,

and of course, dancing.

my mom pointed out to me that the one thing i said i didn't want to do upon entering grad school was be a children's librarian.
i still don't know if i'd have the energy to do it full-time, but getting to work with kids at least some of the time is certainly a highlight of my job.
and frankly, making crafts and dancing around with toddlers sets a pretty good tone for the rest of the day.

26. bury your dead.

arlington national cemetery, yesterday.
site of school visits, funerals, and romantic strolls in the sunshine.

fitting accompaniment to my current read:

this republic of suffering: death and the american civil war

by drew gilpin faust

 

noteable fact:
proportionate to our current population, the number of lives lost in the civil war would be like losing 6 million people today. all right in our backyards.

19. the box.

book i am loving at the moment:

why we broke up

by daniel handler, with art by maira kalman

a first love and the detritus of a relationship.
min frames the story of why she and ed broke up with the casting off of objects: a rubber band, a toy truck, a torn poster.
the remnants of how it began, the reminders of why it had to end.

"Could I call you--"

I thought you were going to ask if you could call me Minnie. But you just wanted to know if you could call me. Who were you to do that, who was I saying yes? I would have said yes, Ed, would have let you call me the thing I hated to be called except by the one who loves be best of anyone. Instead I said yes, sure, you could call me about maybe a movie next weekend, and Ed, the thing with your heart's desire is that your heart doesn't even know what it desires until it turns up. Like a tie at a tag sale, some perfect thing in a crate of nothing, you were just there, uninvited, and now suddenly the party was over and you were all I wanted, the best gift.

read more at http://whywebrokeupproject.tumblr.com/

16. via camel.

“After eating candies there remains nothing. But after reading a book you will have it in your head.”

-Dashdondog Jamba, author, poet, and founder of Mongolia's mobile library

i purchased several of his books while in UB, including when will the mobile library come?, a children's book about the travels he and his family make to bring books to young people in the countryside.

you can read more about his literacy efforts here.

11. weeding, two.

in december i was assigned to some of the 900s for weeding.
this was a bit more fun to browse, and i checked a few titles out along the way (but not these).

1. "from susan b. anthony to xena":

2. the shrutes?:

3. and just to test my emotional limits:

at least they can find good homes at the book sale.

03. weeding, one.

i may not be cataloging strange books anymore at my current library, but i do get a monthly weeding list. our policy is to generally discard things that haven't circulated in over year (with some exceptions).
i chose to document only the ones that appeared ridiculous. i really can't speak to the content of these particular items, and there are certainly people who enjoy these titles.


with that said, first on jc's chopping block (also the best possible section for me to weed because i have no emotional attachment to the content):

adult science fiction/fantasy 

1. because knives are for sharing:

2. it is 2012:

3. if princess leia was also a sim:

4. i'm afraid to see what the non-prodigal troll looks like:

5. more like mother of knives (am i right, people?):

 and as a bonus: