Monthly Archives: August 2016

getting to woodstock.

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Music Festivals Woodstock Music and Art Fair August 1969

left my house

yesterday morning at 5:15am

flew out at 7:15am

headed to woodstock

for my brother’s upcoming wedding

very excited and happy for them

and then

in the blink of an eye

and

without a flash of lightning

all forms of travel changed

and

got a little more complicated

i’m just saying

that i now

may

need a passport

but

i will find my way

to the big show

on time

no worries

who would expect

anything less 

from woodstock

after all?

1969

Arlo Guthrie: It’s incredible.

I heard the New York Thruway’s closed.

News Reporter: Closed?

This morning we heard that they were

backed down Route 17 with an eight hour delay.

Arlo Guthrie: Right. Well, the New York Thruway’s closed.

Isn’t that far out?

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“want to really get somewhere in life? just don’t follow the crowd.”

 -jeremy limn 

image credits: vintage woodstock 1969 google images

where brains met brawn.

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librarians have an olympics, too
brains met brawn in a bookish competition for the ages

think the athletic action is all in rio this year? you’d be wrong—dead wrong. though you might not think so, librarians perform feats of near-olympian prowess every day as they lug books back and forth, tame tortuous piles of information and sustain long hours and complicated reference requests. and as librarian katy kelly writes, they proved it in the university of dayton’s first-ever library olympics last week.

the “olympic” event showcased the prowess of librarians by turning the mental into the physical. it’s an olympics year tradition in many libraries that aims to get people more engaged with their local library. some libraries invite the public into the library to compete in fun, bookish games, but in this case librarians themselves faced off in what may be the ultimate game of reference skill and cataloging competence.

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librarians competed in a vigorous game of “journal jenga” (stacking bound periodicals as high as possible and jumping out of the way when they collapsed. then they faced off in a circuit of different events, including balancing bound journals on their heads, running a book cart through a twisty course, and tossing journals toward a target. (all of those thrown journals were slated for recycling in a process librarians call “weeding.”)

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brains had a place next to all that brawn, too, as librarians participated in a tricky speed sorting event in which they had to put books in order by their library of congress call number. to top it all off, they ran around campus finding objects that corresponded to different lo  call numbers. the winning team made off with the medal by a single point.
all of these antics sound silly, but librarian m. schlangen, who participated in the event, found deeper meaning in the exercise. “as I raced to put a cart full of books in order by the library of congress call numbers on their spine labels,” she wrote, “the very genius of this system occurred to me: without orderly cataloging of the world’s knowledge, even in this age of search engines and high-speed networks, information could easily be rendered obscure in an ocean of data, accessed by mere chance rather than intention.”

 

there’s another purpose for the games: as the university of dayton’s m. scheffler and a. black note, these olympics-like competitions don’t just test librarians’ knowledge, but highlight areas in which they might need more training. and the best librarians know that, like the most competitive athletes in the world, it never hurts to brush up on the basics.

credits: smithsonianmag.com, erin blakemore, katy kelly

 

simple.

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image credit: firefliesandmudpuppies

protocol.

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two of my favorites together.

credit: mentalfloss

act.

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yesterday

i went to the official opening 

of the local headquarters 

for 

my choice of candidates

for the office of

the next

president of the united states of america.

when i pulled into the parking lot

there was not a space to be had 

there was a torrential downpour of rain 

yet people of all ages

were waiting

and

pouring out of the door

and

once i walked into the room

there was

so much enthusiasm 

and

so full of hope

and

postive thinking

it was overwhelming

 i’m excited to say that

tomorrow i’ll begin helping them

to try to make it all happen in november.

“act as if what you do makes a difference. it does.”

~william james

image credit: googleimages

hang on to sunday.

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‘do not let sunday be taken from you.

if your soul has no sunday, it becomes an orphan.”

-albert schweitzer

language.

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grandie v met a new girl at the pool

her daddy is a soccer coach at the university

who moved here from another country

though i have no idea where

 the language that the family

spoke between them

was beautiful

yet

 i couldn’t identify it

and

it was wonderful

 to watch the girls play

and

communicate

without any difficulty

in two very different languages

neither one speaking the other’s language

but

they played and played

and soon

they were singing

to each other

and

laughing out loud

and

neither seemed to

even realize or care

that they began

with

two different languages

they were simply

two friends

speaking a new one together.

 “the language of friendship is not words but meanings.”

henry david thoreau 

indoors.

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glen frey the cat

has made a pretty easy transition

to being indoors

once again

and his

homecoming is complete,

though i’m thinking

i may have to send him outside again

for just a bit. 

image credit: googleimages, hankin

yeti.

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yeti, in the wild.

just before i left for my trip

one daughter and her family

were moving from one house to another

waiting for a closing date

so

i turned over my tiny cottage to

one daughter

one son in law

two grandies

two in-laws

two cats

and

two hives of bees.

 i

then

moved

into

another

daughter’s apartment

with

one daughter

 two grandies

and 

glen frey the cat not the rock star

as he was afraid of

other cats and people and bees.

and

besides

there was

no way

my cottage could hold

any more people or other creatures.  

my third daughter

stayed put

in her usual home

with 

one son-in-law

two grandies

and

one giant cat. 

while staying at my daughter’s 

glen frey jumped through her screen one day

and took off into the woods

we tried and tried to get him to return

but he just ran deeper into the trees

we called him, looked for him

we left out food and water

and finally one day 

he began to emerge

for breakfast and dinner

and

quickly left again

without as much as a nod 

before speeding off

into the wild once more.

 upon my return

it was time to try to capture 

the elusive woodland cat

who’d been living as a yeti

camouflaged

elusive 

wild

deep in the trees

and my mission was to

bring him home once more. 

we staked him out

during his most popular 

evening feeding time

and sure enough

he showed up

but

as i approached him 

he seemed to recognize me

yet 

he ran back into the woods

always staying just beyond my reach

then

i saw him peeking out at me

and

he slowly returned

he must have remembered

and as i 

offered him my hand

he began to purr

 turned his back

i grabbed him 

 he yelled 

it took two of us to wrestle him

 we wrapped him in a blanket

 put him in the giant cat/yeti carrier

and

i carried him off for home

with him yelling all the way

it felt like i had kidnapped

a reluctant member of  bigfoot’s cult

and

he was not happy to say the least.

he stayed up all night yelling

 yet

in the morning

he was resting 

and

he’d found his spot at home once more.

i’ll never know

about his yeti days

and his time on the lam

spent with woodland creatures

and

wild adventures

of all kinds.

he’ll probably never tell.

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glen frey, in his home again.

(along with the rest of the family, the other cats,

and the bees, all in their homes again)

“there is precious little in civilization to appeal to a yeti.”
– sir edmund hillary

 

 

colors.

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“nature always wears the colors of the spirit.”

-ralph waldo emerson
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glen lake, michigan, usa – august 2016