Whether End

2010-01-25T09:17:00.003-05:00

Getting into some deep-weird territory lately:

A Map of Narnia

A headless childe

and

From the amazing blog And Diamonds

Library Aquarium

2009-11-19T09:59:00.001-05:00

Re-posted from Library Juice

Clifford Stoll, my new hero

2009-11-19T01:08:00.001-05:00

Further evidence that we live in the future

2009-10-14T17:00:00.003-04:00

The Body Electric

Magic, Weather, Librarians, Wizards

2009-09-16T01:19:00.006-04:00

Yes, this is where the name comes from. Pure gothic young adult fiction complete with Ed Gorey cover.
I read this so long ago, and I barely remember what it was about, yet it has managed to stick with me all these years...occupying its own space somewhere between all the things I've forgotten and all the things I plan to forget.
But here's the gist of it: "Fourteen-year-old Anthony Monday of Hoosac, Minnesota, and his friend Miss Eells, the Hoosac librarian, try to stop an evil wizard from turning the world into an icy wasteland." Not bad Mr. Bellairs. You've secured your place in the canon of librarian geek-lit and we thank you.
Download this book for free, or if your local library hasn't closed yet, you can find it there.

Which leads me to ask: Why on Earth would you put librarians out of work when they are your only known defense against evil wizards? Really. Good luck Philly.

Start

2009-09-14T01:09:00.003-04:00

We're here now. In the archives being created at the same time they are logged for future further use. Ariadne's Thread tied around our leading finger. Luck cat and erudite owl greet us at the door. Kale and bay laurel dry on the table. There are books, of course, piled thick on the floor, edging in to the space: 56 inches by 91 inches at last measurement. Books on divination, on information, on sand and dunes, on sex magic and the soul body, herbal lore, the spirit molecules and the future of human intelligence. The mechanical print outs of d.a. levy, born a Scorpio just as he ought to be, sit idly by, waiting to be sifted in with the rest of the heap. I am a little Too Loud a Solitude, I know All the Names. I am sitting in a room in New York City, different than the one you are in now...