zlabya: two bird-like creatures with a stack of books and text: "Librarians Rule!" (LibrarianGushoshin)
My colleague D., at the county correctional facility (which holds people pre trial and those with a sentence of 18 months or less) invited me to visit the library, talk with her and the new librarian in charge (whom I'd been on a committee with), and get more insight into what books they need and don't need.

Security wasn't super-heavy, but still pretty good--I walked in with only my keys and work badge (yeah, and clothes), went through a metal detector, handed over my car keys in exchange for a visitor badge, and went into tiny room with security doors on both sides to be observed through one-way glass (that was the most intense part). Then we headed to the library. Residents were in their housing facilities and not around at the time, which is why I could visit.

I got a good tour of the library, which was drab but about as clean as any public library. They have a sizable Spanish collection (I buy all adult Spanish titles for the entire county), even more than I expected, and it gets good use. Surprise of the day--Latino male inmates looove those Spanish-language Harlequin Romances. They're very romantic, D. says. The biggest fiction titles are superhero comics and urban fiction.

I had lunch in the staff cafeteria (there's no fast food or restaurants nearby, just a nature preserve and soon, a solar-power array). The veggie-dog was pretty good (and with a whole-wheat bun, no less) but the turnip greens, baked beans and salad dressing were just so-so. Salad greens were fresh and good. Better than a lot of meals I had at my college dining hall.

So, with the piece of paper I'd used for notes tucked into my pocket, I headed out with a lot of information!

I've always felt people in jail/prison should have access to classes and books to help them better deal with what they're going through and to do better once they get "back outside." It's been proven that job training and other education (GEDs, literacy) reduce recidivism (try telling some people that, though) so it's "practical" too. I was really galvanized by an amazing woman, Glennor Shirley, who was a state prison librarian and a huge advocate--I heard her in a workshop and wow!. Then I had friends who volunteered in libraries and talked a lot about the residents and their experiences. So now I'm really big on "getting them what they need" as well as what they want.
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Yesterday I attended an event I haven't been to in a long time, one held in alternate years. Fans of a particular subgroup of writing join together and experience awesomeness (and some less-than-awesomeness). No, it's not ConText, it's Books for the Beast, a teen-literature conference for teachers, librarians and teens who love teen lit. Actual authors speak (3 this year!!), attenders get together with facilitators to discuss 5 books in a specific category (my two categories this year were "D is for Dead" and "F is for
Fantastic"), and in between it's something of a reunion for library (and I guess teaching) staff from around the state.

One of the best parts for me had nothing to do with the content of the conference--I reconnected with an old friend and former colleague, Mathew. There was much excited hugging and "how are you doing?" and of course "have you read...?" I also had time to chat and share lunch with another fellow teen librarian, [personal profile] orangerful, additional former colleagues, and friend/colleagues from around the state.

The keynote speaker was Robin Wasserman, a mostly-horror writer who made major points with my by stating one of the most significant books in her life was A Wrinkle in Time (the book that really got me into SF and fantasy), and mentioning her "Asimov" robot phase. I bought one of her SF books, Frozen (and got her autograph.)

Robin had many quotable quotes, a few of which are:

-"Holly Black was born Goth....Holly has a baby now and her baby is Goth.:
-"Horror books are not about fear, they are about courage." (This after saying that she'd had a horrible day in junior high; reading It by Stephen King helped her realize that if those kids could deal with a psycho mass-murdering clown, she could deal with social humiliation).
-In regards to comparing writing to "opening a vein," she said writing about one's own greatest fears and issues is "what happens if you slice an artery and it all comes out."


In the afternoon we heard from Sharon Blake (awesome creator of stereotype-breaking African-American teen characters), on the theme "Outsiders". Talking about the troubles she had writing her latest published book,Pinned, she said "Mr. Adonis" was her problem: "Because he was running from her [the female protagonist], he was running from me, and I was writing the book." She tries "to create characters who are at the edge of whatever"--a dark-brown girl bullied for her skin color, a girl wrestler as in "Pinned," a love poem by a 16-year-old boy who is getting married, and many more. I bought "Pinned," which I had started but, when I realized I wasn't going to be in the "Athlete" theme for the workshop and had ten other books to read in less than a month, I'd checked back in and put on the New Teen Books display so a teen could experience the excellence. It disappeared in less than 2 days, and when I told Sharon the story, she autographed my book 'Thanks for spreading the word!" ::squee!::

Graphic novelist Raina Telgemaier also spoke on the topic, mostly sharing her story as a longtime artist/cartoonist, and plenty of fun. My favorite quote by her was "boxes are for suckers." Sharon and the audience agreed heartily. I bought her copy of "Smile" (also autographed with a self-portrait sketch, ::squee!::) to read about Raina's own experience with "Extreme Dental Drama" in her preteen years. Recommended especially for those who had "tin grins" in their youth and also suffered dental drama.

And I got to carpool with three coworkers from my county and get to know them better, learning my fellow Adult/Teen Librarian II makes jewelry and is also a cat person, being owned by 2 cats.

Oh, and the teen participants were excellent--mostly white girls, but some boys, and some girls of color including a headscarf-clad Arab-or-Persian girl in one of my discussion groups. who was forthright about liking a book most of us disliked. And oh, the delightful squeeing over the authors, and finding a John Green "wall of love" bulletin board (the conference was in a private middle/high school) and Whovian fangirling with adults over the facilitator who was wearing TARDIS socks. My favorite teen quote, though, while we were waiting for Raina to sign our graphic novels: "I swear by my left shoe," and the young lady's following insistence that her left shoe is a bigger deal than her right shoe. I do love teens!

And now I have lots of other people's opinions as well as mine on eleven books and three authors to share with teens!

Check out my Goodreads for reviews--I go by my RL name on there, and use the same icon I'm using for this post.


Bonus link: Super squee! Hobbit dollhouse--or rather, doll-smial
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We had one heck of a set of thunderstorms here Thursday that cooled things down. I was gardening this morning in the comfortable weather, and sweated less than half as much as usual. The vinca vines have been taking over large portions of the perennial beds as quietly and totally as The Silence, and they had to be dealt with. (Actually, I've been noticing their takeover, but couldn't resist the Doctor Who reference). So I went after the vinca with the electric hedge trimmer, and managed to decimate the vines. Now I can see a plant I forgot was there, and the variegated holly bushes are fully visible now.

I also trimmed/shaped the interior bushes (the hedges are a tall, huge job for one of our local yard-workers for hire), including the azaleas. My rule: no bushes higher than my head. I'd trimmed the rhododendrons earlier; that plus our climate zone means we get a second flowering, which is just past peak now. Very pretty fuschia-colored flowers, and once they're gone the asters and chrysanthemums should be blooming. And I've been harvesting herbs--have a jam jar full of chocolate mint, a small jar of catnip and spearmint for tea with a hint of lavender (good for sleeping,) and now have some sage drying for tea, sore-throat gargle and potpourri.

Husband has been watching the America's Cup, getting back into the sport of his childhood (the family had a small sailboat) via TV. He's been explaining how these state-of-the-art catamarans work, and the rules. A lot of it goes over my head, but I find it more agreeable than football (though that isn't saying much).

This week at work, I was doing my former manager's work part time as well as mine. Some of it was a bit "political," such as trying to get administrative meetings moved so the Tax Aide people can have every Thursday. We love having them--they do senior citizens' and low-income people's taxes for free, so customers are eager for appointments. I also attended my first Teen Steering Committee meeting, and found out I'm far from the only one who's also on another committee. Lots of work to do--important work to provide as much for the teens as we can manage.

Speaking of teens, I've started reading discussion-group books forBooks for the Beast. I'm enjoying Pinned, a sports book with contemporary African-American teens in a (straight) romance. With a main character who is physically disabled. Awesome book on literary merits as well as hitting many popular and much-needed topics and themes. I also have How They Croaked: The Awful Ends of the Awfully Famous, a nonfiction book so appealing my husband plowed through half of it today.

I got my very first Lolita-style jumperskirt, as part of a set with a headbow and tote in the same tiny roses-and-narrow-stripes-printed fabric. It's as pretty as the picture was, fits well (the waist is a bit high, but hey it makes my legs look longer!) and is not the dreaded "lace monster" or "ruffle monster" many new Lolitas buy. Yes, pictures are coming. Someday.

Per recommendations from a couple of you, I'm going to sign up with Flickr and get some pictures up, tomorrow I hope.
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Had a last-minute meeting just before we opened today: Our amazing, excellent, one-of-the-best-bosses-I've-ever-had manager is retiring. In four weeks. ::waaaaahhhhhh!!:: I'm concerned about who we're going to get. This could be a "promotion" situation so we might get a brand-new manager. We'll see. In the meantime ::more crying and sniffles::

On the way home tonight I listened to an unusually cool and geeky, Stuff You Missed In History podcast, on the antikythera mechanism, an early machine that predicts the position of the planets and zodiac. I mean really early, as in 2000 years ago. The hosts (both women) joked about it being made by "aliens," but more likely it was made by some brilliant astronomer on the Greek island of Rhodes. These new hosts won my heart when one of them suggested it might have been made by Gelflings.

Otakon in (counts quickly) three days!!!!!!
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Work this week... Got profuse thanks from a man trying to design a pamphlet for an event--I helped him print two pages per sheet, and expand the photo for one section. And a middle-school geek girl cheerily showed me she'd finally gotten the copy of "Drama" (an excellent graphic novel for her age group) I'd put on hold for her. I hope she likes "Foiled!" too.

We now are the proud owners of a full-size movable dishwasher! Husband is ecstatic and washed all our dishes in it so they get sterilized in proper water (and so he can play with his new toy). He also bought a floor lamp to replace the one with the main lamp whose switch broke, and a new UV-light-sterliizing water fountain/bowl for Lord Ivan. All good useful things to make our lives more pleasant and heck, they're on his card, not mine.

I slept till 3:30 pm today. My guess is it was a combination of the mojito I made (rather badly) last night, a super-busy week at work, a systemic yeast infection from the antibiotics I took 2 weeks ago against whatever I might have gotten from 2 tick bites. and a mild sinus infection/allergy. Once I became fully conscious I was fine for checking my various Internet communications, doing a load of laundry, and cleaning the silverware holder and drawer (since husband washed all the silverware (literally, good 18/8 Oneida brand stainless steel stuff from our wedding registry).

I learned about something combining two of my passions, art and the monastic life/mystical spirituality through a review by Brent Bill (author of books on spirituality of the five senses and similar topics, and cofounder of the Association of Bad Quakers), Abbey of the Arts Those of you who are similar of mind and spirit will enjoy browsing.

Ivan is snoozing on a pile of pillows and flannel sheet (husband and I trade off bouts of insomnia so one of us is attempting sleep on the sofa regularly), highly content. He accepts the squees of "Kitty!" for the post of pictures of him as his due. He also views the instructions for his new water fountain as wonderful new play/nibble toys from Daddy/male cat-servant.

I'm planning on passing on the URL for my DW blog to my mom and some other relatives. Which is why unfilterd posts are mom-safe (which says a lot; my mom is a 1950s-raised small-town good Catholic girl after all these years)

I'm debating between celebrating my birthday this fall at Philcon, where exquisite graphic-novel illustrator Charles Vess is guest of honor and SJ Tucker will be performing with the filk guests of honor, or by staying with my parents, hking the lovely local mountains, dining at the Culinary Institute of America and other good places, maybe reconnecting with some old classmates and going to Woodstock for my first time since the 1980s. I love cons, but it's been too long since I laced up a good pair of sneakers and experienced the beauties of places like Minnewaska State Park. I grew up in an area that's one of the most beautiful places I've ever been. And amazingly, by time I was in high school I appreciated that. One of my high-school friends is now a professional painter; one of our classmates asked her on Facebook "where is that beautiful place you painted?" and she replied, "The mid-Hudson Valley, where we grew up!"
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I'm having issues with the two most feasible photo-sharing programs so no photos yet. I think husband took a recent photo of me; if not, I'll get him to take one.

I am learning more about my iPad, such as It Does Not Work With Flickr. I did get an utterly awesome photo app though, and hope to eventually show you some cool things.

Happy Birthday, [personal profile] twistedchick! May you have many more years of creativity, happy times with four-feet and two-feet loved ones, and enough of the important things you need. I wish you good health, serenity, and a jarful of spoons.

Perk of working on Saturday--got to stop by the Caribbean Festival in the meeting room for some live steel-drum music and non-spicy Caribbean food (never had sweet-potato pudding before, yummm!)

Learned a better cat-holding method for trimming claws from a vet on "My Cat from Hell." PIty we can't feed Ivan treats during it the way they did on TV--he was carefully trained to eat only from his bowl (or food from the bowl that he drops just outside it.)

All the planting and, I think, the transplanting is done for this season. Serious weeding time is coming soon, though.

More books! Two cam into the library this week. I'm currently reading We Are All Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler, which is compelling and excellent with amazingly fleshed-out characters, but Not for Sensitive Animal Lovers (per Terry Gross, whom I trust highly). I suspect I might have to skim over some things before the end.

Had my first Tornado Warning experience, while at work Thursday. Patrons were impressively compliant about going to the basement and leaving their precious computer stations (a major issue with fire drills). I had a nice chat with some of them while we waited for the end of the warning period, during which, of course, we lost power. All was fine, including my trip home and having power at home. I do not mess with tornado warnings, being the wife of someone who grew up in Tornado Alley.

I've been learning to cook East Indian food! So far my substitutions for spicy things and yogurt have worked out well (I think using coconut-milk "yogurt" instead of the real thing was actually an advantage to the Kashmiri Chicken recipe). Husband has scarfed up two helpings of each of the two new main dishes, fortunately. My very own Doumeki ::contented sigh::
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I'll just touch on a few interesting, random points.

The teen spaces in libraries in Scottsdale, Arizona have one rule: "Respect yourself, respect each other, respect the space." That could work well for the whole library...and the world.

At the "LIbraries and Censorship" workshop one librarian recounted the story of an adult who objected to a satiric poster discouraging children from reading. The person didn't get that the poem on the poster was satire, and had to have it explained. Joe (senior editor for MAD magazine) quipped, "There's no First Amendment exception for idiots." So true, of many people-related matters librarians, and others, have to deal with.

The "Beyond 50 Shades: The Whole Crayon Box" workshop on erotica started with a series of sexy scenes from various books--none of which are specifically sold as erotica and most of which probably had been on most libraries' shelves for a while. The best one by far, IMHO, was from a fantasy novel--Kushiel's Dart. I may have to try that series--have any of you?

The pub quiz was great fun as always, with lots of heckling back and forth between the teams and the master of ceremonies. Michael is a hoot! Our team won one round and got our choice of fabulous prizes. I passed up the miniature rubber duck with calico-cat coloring for a preteen fantasy novel.

The silent auction fundraiser included a chocolate lovers' basket the size of a laundry basket--I am not exaggerating. Pity the bidding was already out of my range by the time I saw it.
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Last night I got talking to two teenage Nerdfighters who are sisters. I knew they were Nerdfighters because they were playing the "In Your Pants" game with books on the New Books display. (How to play: read off a book title and add at the end "in your pants." You can get truly awesome hilarity this way, depending on your bookshelves.) I talked with them about our Arts Contest. Turns out they're mostly fanfic writers (!) and I mentioned we were trying to get a writing workshop set up (and pointed out our "official" teen librarian, who was working on that.)

I love being "Lead Adult AND TEEN Librarian!!"

-*-

Some local (my bookshelves) examples of the "in Your Pants" game:

The Left Hand of Darkness In Your Pants

House of Five Leaves In Your Pants

Captain Vorpatril's Alliance In Your Pants

ooh..catalogs work too:

Harry and David In Your Pants

!!!

-*-

I am tired a lot. Want sleeeeeep! And want temporary retirement (for about 6 months) to do all my paperwork and All The Things I have partly done. (And Ivan says he needs a lot more petting and shoulder time. What I can do is take a "Get Stuff Done" leave day--but not till after these stupid viruses stop taking down one or more coworkers at a time. I do want to hold a NerdCon for nerdy friends at my home sometime in the spring (which implies dealing with paperwork all over the living room). And we will play the "In Your Pants" game.

-*-

Anyone want dried sage leaves? I have tons. Well, a couple of zipper-sandwich-bags worth. And if I mail them they don't look or smell anything like marijuana.
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You might have noticed I've not been posting much these last few weeks. Long story short: husband's job went from nightmare to hell. Things have improved for now, partly because he has a temporary assignment in another department (hooray!!) and steps have been taken to get him out of that [expletive deleted] situation permanently.

We have a new service in our library system (the one I work in, though I think the one where we live has it too)--Freegal. Each library-card holder can download 3 songs each week. I've been having fun. There's lots of stuff missing, and it's weird--they only have 2 or 3 Weird Al albums, and I can't get "White and Nerdy." But they have Marty Haugen and David Haas (contemporary Catholic liturgical-music writers), and some of the latest songs, such as "Call Me Maybe." Which I know only in the Sesame Street parody: "I just met you/And this is crazy/But you have cookie/So share it maybe?"
This week I downloaded:
- Wedding Bell Blues, one of my favorite Fifth Dimension song. Poor Marilyn McCoo, trying to get Bill to marry here for years.
- Little Bitty, by Alan Jackson. I don't usually like Country and Western music but my dad does, and he's a big Alan Jackson fan. I fell in love with this song when I heard it because it's a little bit about my life: "It's all right to be little bitty/In a little hometown or a big ol' city"
- Rock the Casbah by The Clash. That'll be a good blast-in-the-car-on-my-commute song, and also for dancing at home. Which Ivan seems to have gotten used to, by the way.

For those of you ladies who clocked in on my "buying lingerie for my future sister-in-law's shower gift" post, I got an enthusiastic thank-you note from her in which she called the organic-cotton lounge set I sent her "super cute."

I was in charge at work Friday and of course it started like this: I walked in and the two checkout/circulation staff members told me "K. can't come, she had to take her son to the emergency room, and we need a sub from 12-5pm." Many phone calls later, I got some one from 1:30-5:30, and put myself on the schedule to give the remaining two people a break off the desk. They also let each other off when it was slow. Then of course the copier jammed and the men's room ran out of toilet paper, but those were easily fixed. And all the customers were nice, and the substitute we got last-minute turned out to be excellent! So, a good day to be in charge overall.

I got a YA science fiction book to read: Losers In Space by John Barnes (a good adult-SF writer). I can't help intoning the title like "Piiigs Iiinn Spaaaaaaacce!!" There's an introduction, explaining about "hard SF," in which explosions in space create no sound and advanced science has feasible explanations, not, say "timey-wimey stuff." And, YA librarians rejoice, there are teens of various ethnicities on the front! Can you tell I'm looking forward to the actual story?

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