delphipsmith: (library)
I'm a sucker for stationery (pay attention, sekrit santas!) but I'm almost as much a sucker for gorgeously illustrated calendars. For years, my mom's traditional Xmas gift was the Brothers Hildebrandt's Tolkien Calendar, and believe it or not I still have all of them.

Therefore I must plug two awesome calendars. The first is Great Moments in Library History, a very clever and funny calendar which includes the introduction of the large print book (20,000 BC) and the first reference librarian (109 BC, "The oracle is in").

The second is the Sci-Fi Fantasy Pinup Calendar, which was conceived and executed by sci-fi/fantasy author Patrick Rothfuss as a benefit for Heifer International. Mine just came in the mail and the Terry Pratchett page is gorgeous. I may have to go as her for Halloween next year...
delphipsmith: (bookgasm)
They're crack shots with a rifle and can catalog a book in 30 seconds. They can take down vampires and dig up obscure references to codices that even Methuselah never heard of. They wear tweeds and sweater vests, midnight-blue spandex and cat ears. They are armed with stakes, or superpowers, or whistles and mechanical mice.

They know not to speak Latin in front of the books.

They are LIBRARIANS.

Courtesy of TheMarySue, I give you ten librarians who kick butt. And far from shushing you, I encourage you to cheer as loudly as you can :)

“Peace to the books of the world,
an iron hammer to those who would abuse them,
and glory and wisdom to the British Empire!”
delphipsmith: (bookgasm)
Two recent college graduates sit in nameless, faceless cubicles, staring at glowing blue computer screens. One laments, "It's like my four years of college just went down the toilet...I'm not helping anyone!" The other says wistfully, "I just wish we could find something better."

Suddenly, a huge majestic half-naked figure (a bit like an older Thor) appears behind them. "YOU SEEK ADVENTURE AND PURPOSE? SEEK NO MORE, FOR YOUR SEARCH HAS BORNE RIPE FRUIT! BEHOLD, I AM...LIBRARIAN!!!!"

Yup, it's a comic book -- a very funny, original, creative and (I think) effective PR project from Emporia State College's School of Library and Information Management. Read the whole thing here.
delphipsmith: (much rejoicing)
OK, first you have to know that Harlequin has published a romance novel with a librarian as the love interest. The novel is of Harlequin's typical quality. Or lack thereof. Among other gems we have mention of things like "her burgeoning purity."

*koff koff*

But all is not lost!! The brilliant Derangement and Description has summarized the novel (so you don't have to suffer through it yourself) in her latest post, "Terrible romance novels are better with kittehs."

Go. Read. Giggle. Then if you can still breathe, and feel like writing, ArchivesNext is hosting a multiple choices quiz/writing contest to check your burgeoning qualities.

kthxbye
delphipsmith: (library)
"The Obsolete Man," starring the small but indomitable Burgess Meredith (try not to think of him as The Penguin).

"I am a librarian! That is my occupation! That is my profession! If you people choose to call that obsolete--"

"Since there are no more books, Mr.Wordsworth, there are no more libraries, and of course, as it follows, there is very little call for the services of a librarian."

"[Y]ou cannot destroy truth by burning pages!"

"You have no function. You are an anachronism...You're a librarian, Mr.Wordsworth. You're a dealer in books and two-cent fines and pamphlets in closed stacks in the musty mines of a language factory that spews meaningless words on an assembly line. WORDS, Mr.WORDSworth. That have no substance, no dimension, like air, like the wind. Like a vacuum, that you make believe have an existence, by scribbling index numbers on little cards...You inject into your veins with printer's ink the narcotics you call literature: The Bible, poetry, essays, all kinds, all of it are opiates to make you think you have a strength, when you have no strength at all! You are nothing, but spindly limbs and a dream."

"I don't care. I tell you: I don't care. I'm a human being, I exist....and if I speak one thought aloud, that thought lives, even after I'm shoveled into my grave."


And then the old man proceeds to show him just what librarians are made of. No wonder this one ranks #8 on the list of Top 25 Twilight Zone episodes. Yay for my chosen profession :)
delphipsmith: (WorfCigar)
It would be hard to imagine two more pathetic wannabe-spies than Philip and Mary Jane Keeney. For their openly Communist/leftist/radical activities they were fired from several jobs, investigated by the FBI, and questioned by HUAC, but never bothered with elementary spy-precautions such as not visiting known spies, not talking freely on the phone about what they were doing, and not openly bringing suspicious packages back from Eastern Europe. Despite -- or perhaps because of? -- their open and persistent radicalism, they apparently managed almost nothing in the area of passing useful secret info to Russia. Philip seemingly had some influence on the modernization of Japanese libraries and library education after World War II (see here and here, for example), but that seems to be the extent of their accomplishments.

Of more interest than their spying is the book's recounting of the spineless behavior of the ALA in their case and similar ones -- imagine an organization allegedly dedicated to freedom of speech declining to defend their members when said freedom is violated!! They ought to be ashamed of themselves. The book also draws the expected parallels between the McCarthy era's handling of its nemesis (Communism) and our era's handling of our bogeyman (terrorism). (Parenthetically, one wonders if the world would be better off without any -isms at all; some of them are positively misleading, like "catabaptism" which in fact has nothing at all to do with baptising cats.)

Anyway, I was hoping for derring-do, something Bond-like and dashing, or at least poisoned umbrellas and dead-letter drops. No such luck, therefore I give it a "Meh."
delphipsmith: (why a spoon?)
Continuing my temporary regression to childhood, I reread all five Chronicles of Prydain over the last couple of days. When I was a kid I wanted to be either Gwydion (main hero) or Achren (evil enchantress); she's at her best in the third one but comes to a bad end, as Evil Enchantresses all too often do. (There's something suspicious about that, since in real life villains often flourish like the green bay tree...) But my favorite has always been the fourth one, where Taran tries to figure out who he is. He's such an adolescent goof in the first one but by the end he's definitely the most interesting, and probably the most complex, character in the whole cast. There are some great life lessons buried in these books (OK, reading them now, I have to say they're not exactly buried, it's more like they whack you over the head -- but they're still good, and at age 7 or 8 or whenever kids usually read these, how subtle can you really be??). Best thing is that the characters grow up as you read them, like the Harry Potter books, and I always go all sniffly at the end of the last one when Orddu, Orwen and Orgoch visit Taran and he has to choose whether to stay or go. *snif*

Shame the movie version of the second one stunk. Never mess with perfection, the seams always show.

Having wallowed sufficiently in the Days of my Youth (oh, except for this one, which I FINALLY again know the title of thanks to AbeBooks' BookSleuth forum and will devour as soon as my copy arrives, hurrah!!), I've started on The Librarian Spies, which promises to be professionally interesting, since I might want to be one someday. Hey, if Julia Child can be a spy, why not a humble librarian??

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