A Climate Controlled, Acid Free Environment

I had a friend once — a queer ska librarian by trade — who told me he thought I might be more of an archivist than a librarian. Having finally gotten to the part of  my archival management class where we actually toured the university archives, I decided that he was quite correct. I’d suspected it all along, but as I moved deeper and deeper into that freezing cold, cave-like room full of meticulously-maintained boxes of paper and other random stuff, I just got all giddy and excited. I was afraid my classmates were going to notice my stiffy. It was almost embarrassing.

Welcome to Your Place

Cool. KOFY’s back, dogs and all. It’s a desperation strategy, but it might work. Of course, they wouldn’t be in this predicament if they’d hired me to do their website when I interviewed for the job seven or eight years ago.

OK, they might still have problems, but they’d at least have a much more attractive website than they have now.

A Cold and the Fair

Somehow I managed to pick up the raging cold of death this week. Mark had a less intensive version of it first, but I think I got the full-strength edition. It started on Tuesday with a sore throat. By Wednesday morning, I sounded like Brenda Vacarro on steroids, but I felt a lot better by nightfall. It came back on Thursday and Friday, though. It didn’t help that I was alos having lots of trouble sleeping. I’m still not sure whether I felt so bad because I couldn’t sleep or I couldn’t sleep because I felt so bad. Either way, I felt like shit and I was really sleepy.

I think it may finally be ending soon. But I tought that on Wednesday, too.

Anyway, I have lots of exciting reading to do on archival theory, but I just wanted to take a second to put these exciting photos from the fair last week, because I know you’d hate to miss the special librarian cake and the pig races:


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