Oh hello Library of Congress. I didn’t see you there. Nice running into you like this! You know, I’ve always admired your electronic resources and open-minded collections policies. My undergraduate university and career have both profited from your generous grantmaking, and your reading room sure is fun to visit when…

Someone asked me where I found the art for my nonexistent biopsy scar-covering tattoo, and I thought you guys might be interested… This came from a series of 18th Century bookbindings. It’s too elaborate for reality, perhaps, but I liked the idea. This was intended to cover a scar that…

A friend is going through this. She needs legal advice and low-income resources. Here’s the best of what I’ve found: WomensLaw.org – Incredibly clear and useful site with an excellent FAQ, state-by-state help, info on shelters, courthouse locations, legal forms, advice. Battered Women’s Justice Project – Contact list for state…

I have a life-threatening peanut allergy. My lungs fill up and my throat closes and WOW are nuts a bad thing. Which is why I want these vinyl “No Peanuts” stickers by Jeeto. Chuck and I have been trying to translate the word “peanut” into 30 languages whenever we go…

I’m allergic to peanuts. I’m the reason you have to endure a transcontinental flight with low blood sugar. I’m the reason your kid can’t bring PBJ on a field trip. Peanuts make me tip over and grab my throat. So, of course I ate some last night. It might not…

I’m going to show my political underpants briefly (har har. briefly.) and write about Medical Students for Choice. Lately I’ve tried to keep my politics off of this website out of respect for the wonderful diversity of people who have taken librarianship as an identity.* However, I promised to keep…

Sorry for not writing yesterday. Someone snuck peanut-laced almonds into my mint chutney, and I had to give myself a shot. Anaphylaxis is a bad dining companion. It was a rough night. Also? I got a new camera.

I was leaving work, tired and hungry, when suddenly a uniform-clad minion appeared at my elbow and offered me a snack. This happens occasionally. The Lab rents out its atrium to various groups on campus who bring in the caterers and the cashbar. We’re usually not invited, but this day…