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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Monday, August 18, 2008

What if ...

Lord Byron was a public ... librarian? Would his poetry read like this?

Away with your fictions of flimsy romance,
Those tissues of falsehood I shelve - oh so weary!;
Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance,
Or the rapture which dwells in a public library.

With thanks to Michael from BCPL in Starke, FL. via the PUBLIB -- a discussion list concerned with all aspects of public libraries.
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