Librarians see themselves as the guardians of the First Amendment… I wouldn’t mess with them. I really didn’t realize the librarians were, you know, such a dangerous group.
— Michael Moore, after outraged librarians saved his book
To celebrate our profession’s revolutionary approach toward freedom of expression,
I have created a new product line*
at the Librarian Avengers store, featuring the Revolutionary Librarian
. She’s a deadpan librarian, wielding the Flaming Stamp of justice. You can get her on a coffee cup, shirt, or on some glossy cards to send to your nettlesome patrons. Yes, those are knitting needles in her hair.
*As usual, all proceeds go toward the Erica family “mortgage and random charities” fund
I’ve upgraded the Librarian Avengers shop, and cleaned up the products and metadata.
Because EVERYONE LOVES CLEAN METADATA!
Check it out.
Finally! A solution to book-banning and community standards. heh.
From the webcomic Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal…
From the department of products-inadvertently-marketed-to-librarians:
- $40 USD – Handmade in Toronto and sold on etsy.com
Oh yes. Hot indeed. I believe some of us here can confirm that boys and girls DO make passes at folks who wear glasses. Especially if they are well-versed in database design, collections management, or bibliographic instruction.
Page-a-Day calendars are a blatant waste of paper. I’m shocked. Shocked, and very very covetous of this Cute Overload Calendar.
I’m buying two. One for me, and one for my grandma. That lady needs more cute in her life.
…from Cute Overload
etsy.com is a site where arts n’ crafters sell their wares.
If you shop at etsy, chances are pretty high you you are supporting a stay-at-home-mom, a starving artist, or a woman who wouldn’t otherwise get compensation for her work.
With that said, brookadelphia on etsy offers some pretty cool read necklaces. Don’t tell the ALA.
Hooray! There’s some new t-shirts over at the Librarian Avengers Store. Because if you are like me, you are frantically looking for holiday presents when you should be working.
That’s it. I’m done. Everyone is getting PowerSquids for Christmas this year.
Buy a t-shirt.
Yeah. I couldn’t resist. You know how we’ve had all of this discussion lately about, er… attractive librarians and the Halloween costumes that celebrate them? So I was thinking, what would REALLY bring those reluctant readers in to the library?
Imagine a neon sign buzzing, zapping and blinking: “Librarians! Librarians! Librarians!” The library lights up outside with lurid pinks and greens. Imagine the untapped audiences of potential patrons! Imagine the circulation statistics! Imagine the improved wages once people start tipping.
Of course, a sign like this might keep away the homeschoolers, but you can’t make everyone happy, right?
Right. Hope you enjoy these ever-so-tasteful librarian t-shirts, heat-printed on a black cotton shirt.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! If you’re in town, stop by for spanokopeta and yamfries!
My parents visited this weekend, bringing birthday presents with them. As usual, these gifts were thoughtful, appropriate, kind, and Extremely Heavy.
It all started in a few years ago. I had recently moved to Ann Arbor, Michigan for graduate school, and had increased my distance from “home” by about 30 minutes. Ever-supportive, my parents would pile in the car on weekends and we would all have lunch at Zingermans. However, the holidays revealed an unusual pattern. Instead of the usual paperbacks and gift certificates, I started receiving Very Heavy Things. A leaded glass picture frame weighing about 15 pounds. Hardbacked reference books. Anvils.
My latest move to Ithaca has upped the ante. The trip is now eight hours long, and for my birthday this year I received a pair of six ton jack stands and an iron tea kettle. I suspect this will be followed by an armoire and a set of shotputs.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my parents are slowly building an anchor. Soon I will be forced to remain, tethered to my home by a series of carefully-placed items too heavy to fit in the moving van.
In case there was any doubt:
“Librarianship, Profession of the Overeducated”
As always, proceeds go to the “Librarian’s mortgage” fund, where they will go toward the Actual Mortgage of a Real Librarian.