Ethnically librarian
Modern Day Prometheus or why my boyfriend is the greatest guy ever. Can you believe I get to kiss this man?
My first question was a slightly judgmental “where were his parents during all of this?”
I’m remembering week after week of library visits when I was a kid. We didn’t have any money, but we had all the books we wanted. My first library card was at age, what? four?
Apparently the parents were there checking out videos. Hopefully they will return.
It’s the Holiday Season, which means new stuff in the Librarian Avengers Store.
I’m pimpin’ some new oval stickers this year. They look just like those European country abbreviation stickers that folks have on their Toyotas. Only these are cooler, because they signal that you are secretly a member of the United Nation of Librarianship!
Yep, there’s lots of new products, posters, shirts, and stuff sitting around the store, just waiting for you to order. So if you are a librarian, know a librarian, or love a librarian, consider giving them a thoughtful Librarian Avengers product this year. Or hell, just give them the money. They probably need it.
Gus, housemate, and Erica, me, were having a discussion on the airplane to Michigan.
Gus is getting her PhD in something nifty, like Education and Video Gaming, or MMORPG Search Behavior. Or something. I dunno. I kinda tune out a bit. Ever asked a social scientist about her thesis? Don’t. At least not before 10am on a Sunday.
Gus was bewailing the lack of Practical Research available in her chosen field of SomethingorOther, and how the interdisciplinary nature of the subject made finding Solid Evidence difficult…something something…did I mention it was early?
I tuned back in once I put together what she was talking about.
“Wait a minute…” I said, blearily. “A PhD in something Practical?”
“Isn’t that called a job?”
Dear Toyota Prius, I do not have a passenger. That is cat litter. Stop beeping at me.