How I Pass the Time

One of my favorite parts of working at the reference desk is perusing the new books, all of which parade past the desk on a bookcart before going to their new home in the stacks. I always feel a thrill when I arrive at the desk and see a new cart has arrived.

Investigating the new book cart is a great way to add to my "books to read" list, even though I don't need help finding titles. Here's one I added last night:



And the best fun of all is rearranging the cart's contents in call number order. It makes me feel so happy and peaceful to impose perfect order on one small part of my world.



Now if only those new books weren't so naked...

My Body is in TN...

but my mind is in Washington, along with my friends and all the other librarians at the American Library Association conference. I can so see myself there--riding the Metro, going to the Library of Congress Reading Room open house, attending the World Premiere of The Hollywood Librarian: Librarians in Cinema and Society, listening to Nancy Pearl, walking around the National World War II Memorial...

sniff, sniff

It's Official

Some of you may know that I am teaching Sunday School (Gospel Doctrine course) for three weeks until they have a permanent instructor.

Well, guess who the permanent instructor will be?

Yup--you got it. I can't say I'm surprised. But I see all the Primary children in the halls and it makes me homesick for Primary.

In other Sunday news, I got to Church today and found I had only one organ shoe with me (the left). Oops! Things went ok with only one, but the closing hymn was a bit rough. For some reason, without a shoe on my foot suddenly couldn't figure out where it was and where it was supposed to be.

Thanks, Dad

It doesn’t make any difference how much money a father earns, his name is always Dad-Can-I.... Like all other children, my five have one great talent: they are gifted beggars. Not one of them ever ran into the room, looked up at me, and said, “I’m really happy that you’re my father, and as a tangible token of my appreciation, here’s a dollar.”

-Bill Cosby, Fatherhood

The Columbia World of Quotations. (1996). New York: Columbia University Press. Retrieved June 17, 2007, from http://www.bartleby.com/66/7/15107.html

Forget the Boombox, Just Bring Back Justin

I love reading the crime briefs in smaller-circulation papers, and always kept up with the Police Beat in the Daily Universe when I was at BYU. Now, I keep up with the Police Reports in the Daily News Journal. Here's one of my recent favorite:

May 23, 2007 Police Reports, Daily News Journal

Incidents/offense: Bombed portable bathroom. When: Noon - 8 a.m., May 18 - 21. Where: Charleston Avenue and Scarlett Drive. Complaint: A Port-A-Potty was blown up behind a house under construction. Residue scattered about 50 feet from the mobile toilet. A fire marshal was called to investigate the stinky situation. Officer: Timothy Meeks, Murfreesboro Police Department

Or, there's this from today's Sidelines:

Crime Stoppers is offering a cash reward of up to $1,000 for information that leads to the arrest of the person or persons who unlawfully entered and took a boom-box CD player containing a Justin Timberlake CD from Room 326G of the Keathley University Center. This felony was committed sometime between 4 p.m. on Tuesday, May 29 and 8 a.m. the next day.