Monday, April 11, 2011

National Library Week!




So it's National Library Week and I know you're thinking "Already?! I love that place" I know right, it seems like it was just yesterday. Lol. I am a bookworm and a library employee so this week is kind of cool. What makes it even better is that a friend sent me a lovely article from npr.org celebrating the relevance and splendor that are the public library. SO without further adieu here's the article. The article is Linda Holmes. Happy reading everyone!

"There's a big public library literally across the street from my bank and the supermarket where I most frequently pick up stuff like milk and paper towels. Across the street. As in: first I buy Diet Coke, then I dodge one SUV careening around the corner, and I'm there.

And yet, until this weekend, I'd never been in it and I had no library card.

I know.

I've talked a bunch of times about the economics of e-book purchasing and paper book purchasing, about my love of paperback romance novels, and about how unattached I am to book ownership and the growth of my personal library, and somehow, I never crossed the street.

After finally heading over to get signed up and then leaving on Saturday with the odd sense I tweeted about that they had let me walk out with six books and three DVDs for nothing and I felt like I'd committed a heist, I gave this some thought. Why, when there's such bitter frustration over pricing of all the things people actually buy, is library borrowing often only faintly heard about in noisy, angry discussions you can so often hear about "How do I stop getting broken on the rack by publishers of various kinds?" What kinds of hesitations stop this from happening?

(Note: I know that for some of you, you've always been library hounds; I salute you. Don't feel marginalized. I'm speaking of those — whose numbers are strangely large — who, like me, just kinda ... stopped thinking about public libraries at some point.)


Do they have what I want? Obviously, one of the issues is always going to be selection. I think when I envision libraries, I think about ... encyclopedias? Children's books? History? It's not that I don't know that they have new books and popular fiction, though you often don't see that stuff on display because it's out with lengthy waiting lists. But somehow, I don't think of the library as possessing the same books I buy for myself. I see it the way I saw it when I was a kid. I see it the way I saw it when I assumed that all books that didn't have pictures in them were dry and important. I have always associated the library with school and homework and (the horror) being quiet, not necessarily with fun.

But on Saturday, I grabbed David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest, which I checked out because (1) I've never read it; (2) I may not talk myself into it or be able to finish it and I definitely don't want it in my house staring judgmentally at me if I don't; (3) I want to give it a try; and (4) it wouldn't work as a Kindle book anyway because of the footnotes. Taking it out of the library is basically the only model under which I'm likely to try that particular book.

I also found the last three books in a highly frivolous Nora Roberts romance series (oh, settle down) from which I'd already read the first. They'd cost $12.99 each if I bought them electronically. That's forty bucks to read three more books that are ... all very much the same book as the first book, but I kind of wanted to read them, because ... whatever, it was the weekend. It's relaxing. It's a series. Don't judge.

Anyway, borrowing them long enough to read them (which takes, in total, maybe twelve hours for all three) cost me ... nothing out of pocket.

So let's review: E-book pricing versus paperback pricing versus zero dollars (beyond what I pay in taxes to support the library, which I'm paying anyway) — for the rest of the set. It was not a very difficult question.

I also picked up the Tom Shales history of Saturday Night Live, which I'm pretty sure I've read, or at least looked over, but there it was, and why not? I also love the gigantic tomes about etiquette that Judith Martin (that's Miss Manners to you) writes — she's hilarious and smart — and they had one of those, so I picked it up. That's six books that I genuinely wanted to read, at least three of which I probably would have blown money buying and then felt bad about.

What condition is the stuff in? The same romance about physical books that leads some people to inhale of the pages as if they're breathing in knowledge itself leads some of those same people not to like books that are beat-up. And make no mistake: In my public library, I found many beat-up books.

In particular, I found that all those cheap romance paperbacks were beaten, mangled, shaken and stirred. Not so that you couldn't read them, but just so you knew they'd been read a lot. Oddly, I found this ... comforting. I picked up some of those horribly abused books and felt like I was putting my hands on tangible populism. Those books are there because they're read, and it actually made kind of a good reminder that the library was trying to help, that the idea was to serve readers. Whether you like genre fiction or not, the people who read it read books and support libraries and bookstores, and the proof is right there in all those spines that are half-unreadable because they're creased in so many places.

(Oh, and one other thing: If you read romance novels from the library, you will learn that while you might not fold down the pages to mark the ... well, the more risque sections, some people do. I found this, again, delightful. You naughty people who live in my county.)

In short, you are indeed dealing with shared books, and they feel like shared books. It's not the same feeling as owning a book yourself and filling it exclusively with your own marginalia and placing your bookplate in it, but it has its own charms.

What do I do if the selection doesn't turn out to be so great locally? Consider for a moment our new I Will If You Will Book Club selection, Neil Gaiman's The Sandman: Dream Country, which we'll get started on this week. As it happens, when I look it up in the online catalog, there are no copies at my branch. (Four copies across my library system are checked out; I dearly hope they are all to IWIYW readers.) But there are other copies at other branches, and right from my desk, I can ask my branch to get me one, and I can pick it up there. In other words "Dear Building Near Me: I want to read this book, and they have it at Building Not Near Me. Could you ask them to send it over, and then I'll pick it up on this particular day? Sincerely, Lazy N. Frugal." To which my library will say, electronically, "Dear Lazy: No problem! We look forward to seeing you."

So in other words, depending on your system, there's an excellent chance that the selection is bigger than you think it is.

Do I have to run back and forth all the time? The lending period at my library, for most stuff, is three weeks. And most things can be renewed online, up to a point. I mean ... they're trying to make it easy on you, they really are.

Were you embarrassed when they saw you checking out romance novels? If it's been a while since you visited your library, you may be surprised to learn that many of them have automatic checkout with scanners, just like at the grocery store, so you don't have to show your books to anyone if you don't want to. Nora Roberts was my little secret. Well, not so much now, but you know.

Do they have anything for me if I'm not so much a reader? I know you probably know that your library has DVDs. But somehow, in my mind, I envisioned a measly little table, like at a garage sale in the late '90s, with a few scattered, beat-up DVDs on it, all of which would be selected from the great list of ... things I don't care about.

To my surprise, they have a nice fat shelf of movies. I was recently reading Wil Wheaton's beautiful piece about reuniting with the cast of Stand By Me and remembering River Phoenix, so when I saw Stand By Me on the shelf, I took that. I then realized that the documentaries (I love documentaries) were shelved with the books (weird, but understandable), so I went into the stacks again. There, I found Ken Burns' Baseball and — oh, joy — the fantastic King Of Kong: A Fistful Of Quarters, a movie that I recently discovered, to my dismay, is not streaming on Netflix anymore, and which I hadn't seen in a couple of years.

So there you have it: three movies and six books, all very much from the universe of stuff we talk about here on the blog anyway. No research papers, no homework, no garage-sale cast-offs. I was really surprised, at some level, when the detectors at the door didn't go off, even though I intellectually knew they wouldn't.

What say you to e-readers and audiobook lovers? I'm glad you asked.

I may have misspoken when I said on Saturday that my library had e-books I could read on my phone. It's not clear to me yet (watch the drama unfold in the comments!) whether I can actually do that. BUT! Some other readers can read them, and I can read on a PC, which isn't as bad a way to read as I used to think it was. (This is actually how I first discovered e-books, was reading on my PC before I owned a Kindle.) The e-book situation with libraries is in flux, you could say, as Lynn Neary recently reported. But it's not because your local library isn't trying.

As for audiobooks, my library has those, too, and as with e-books, you can download them from your computer without even going to the library. You could actually be a thriving, happy library user without ever setting foot in my particular public library. The library is hermit-friendly!

Is that it? It's ... not remotely. They had magazines, they did have encyclopedias and research materials, obviously, and basically, if you have a small child, they will do everything short of holding your kid by his feet and dipping him in fonts of wisdom. There's story time, there are tutoring rooms (which were in use when I was there), there's a book club (they're reading As I Lay Dying at the moment), and OH RIGHT, it's staffed with people who clearly would really like it if you came up and asked them questions about books or anything else.

The point I'm trying to make is that as a pop-culture-adjacent person, you may think that public libraries are not particularly relevant to you. But I felt like since we've talked about movie pricing, e-book pricing, and a lot of other business models, it was only fair to bring to your attention my experience with this bizarre business model that's so crazy it just might work.

[Note: It is a complete coincidence, you have my word, that I just figured out it's National Library Week. My finger purely accidentally landed on the pulse of library news.]"

So to all my fellow library employees, and librarians you are appreciated and what we do is STILL important!

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Special Guest Blogger

Hi all,

My baby sister is preparing for college and in an effort to get some scholarship money, I will allow her to post on my blog for the world to see. I hope you all enjoy!


Failing Forward:
What Happens When You Stop the
Chickens From Coming Home to Roost?
or
How Disallowing Failure in Our
Schools Has Destroyed Our Society

The complete lack of a freedom to fail in our current educational system threatens to institutionalize students, conditioning them to view laziness and poor work ethic as fully acceptable. This training will, however become ruinous to society, those students who somehow never surrender to this way of thinking will spend their lives dragging their contemporaries’ dead weight and those who do believe what their they’re, taught will partially unwittingly, burden our society.

Recently one of my teachers addressed me in an inappropriate manner. They were very upset, because I was about thirty-five minutes late to class. I, though, did not understand why this teacher was so upset, because I had only taken their cue. On an average school day I show up late to approximately 3 out of 4 of my classes, and every one of these teachers simply jokes about my lack of punctuality. While you may say I was wrong, consider that I do receive high marks in these classes, so it would stand to reason that the teachers appreciate my tardiness. While you may claim I’m being facetious, we are all driven to do what most benefits us, so if I am rewarded for decidedly lazy behavior, why wouldn't I cultivate these habits? I am not an exception, far worse I am the rule, most American students fully understand that they can act however they want and still be passed on as long as they make some token effort. While I have attempted to right my behavior, it is difficult in such a permissive culture, so what about a student with less determination , a young person who needs guidance, they will flounder and accept what happens around them as the right way to behave. Is it any wonder that so many young people are unprepared for life after organized education?
The real issue here is not a few undeserved A’s, though, it’s what happens when the young people who have been trained to do nothing and receive everything become accountable for their own behavior. Unfortunately they are only further rewarded as adults by having their bad habits accommodated. How are they rewarded? Welfare. Welfare in itself is not a bad idea, but when it is misused as it often is now, the people receiving “help” never learn to help themselves, they remain perpetual children. This practice of sustaining those who should fail, through other people’s resources, only hurts our society, but it can’t be stopped from the end it must be nipped in the bud. Schools must begin allowing students who don’t do what is fairly expected of them to fail, even if they’re as awesome as I am. The freedom to fail is the only thing that can save our society from itself.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Walk It Off

In sports you learn that nothing should stop you from finishing the game. Be it a broken nail or a bruised sternum. Your coach would come and put their arm around you and look at you with intent and simply say “WALK IT OFF,” you would nod and wipe the dirt and tears from your face and continue. Those three words made you finish. You got that extra boost of confidence and strength you needed to go on. What happened to that concept? Somewhere between childhood and adulthood many of us have forgotten that the minor inconveniences/injuries shouldn't cause us to quit. These things come to make us stronger not to beat us into submission. If you let that break up cause a break down, you’ll never get anywhere. So just remember when you get hurt in the game of life, take a brief time out to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, wipe the tears away, and WALK. IT. OFF. I promise you’ll be better and stronger for it.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Is This Love...



This is just a little something to make your weekend more relaxed.I love this song and Ms.Rae did a wonderful job covering it. Check the passion in her face as she performs. This should be in rotation on every "Midnight Storm" mix. Enjoy.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

I've been gone for minute...

Hey folks, I know I've been M.I.A. for a while but I have been busy. I have been trying to make changes mentally,spiritually,and physically. In the process I have neglected my blog. I am going to try and do better. I have read a lot of good books and heard some nice music lately and I plan on doing some reviews. I will try and document my changes, goings on and take you on the journey with me.


Amani and Asante

Jalen Rose vs. Grant Hill

Recently an ESPN documentary was shown about the dynamic Fab Five that played at Michigan during the 1992-1994 seasons. The guys changed college basketball. The most noted part of this documentary is the fact that Jalen Rose calls rival Duke players most notably Grant Hill an "Uncle Tom." I agree the comments from Jalen Rose came from a younger, frustrated person who was clearly upset that his upbringing wasn't like that of Grant Hill's. Michigan is no community college though. He had the same opportunity to get a quality education at Michigan as Hill did at Duke. I also feel that the term "Uncle Tom" is too strong to be used in this instance. Hill and the other black players didn't shuck and jive to get on the team. They played great basketball, and came from two parent households. Rose is essentially saying that he resented Hill's upbringing. He needs to be upset with the "man" who left he and his mother alone to struggle. Jalen has yet to apologize for his past comments in any of the television appearances which would lead one to believe that he still feels the same way. By Rose calling the black players Uncle Toms, he is also calling all the black students that ever attended Duke the same ugly name. That is just disrespectful. What this writer fails to realize is that Jalen Rose is now the person that he has proclaimed to have disdain for. He is the establishment. His children are privileged, they will go or already attend private school, he is wealthy, his children are coming from a two-parent home. Also while Jalen is toting the ghetto pride flag, his own Fab Five team mate Chris Webber went to the same type of private school as Grant Hill! He also came from a middle class two-parent household! But they don't want to say that. They just want to make Hill and his teammates look less than, feel inferior to, and further perpetuate the hate that is steeped in our culture. I know what the definition of this term is and in this context it is being used to describe those black people who come from a traditional nuclear family complete with a comfortable living situation and higher education. First off, I believe in free speech as much as the next person, if not more. Now I understand playing at a collegiate level will bring out all types of feelings and cause things to be said. Rose said while speaking with Skip Bayless ,that he understood the context of what he said, that is NOT the same as an apology. I say that he owes him and the rest of the players and students an apology because it discredits their talent and disrespects them as individuals. Grant Hill's response was printed in the New York Times and is basically saying that he is not apologetic for where he went to school, who his parents are, or how "black" he is in comparison to Rose or anyone else. Rose apologized via Twitter to Hill before it aired but has yet to say it publicly or remove it from the final cut. One could even go as far as saying that the Fab Five were "Uncle Toms" for choosing not to attend HBCUs. I would say not to judge each other and the sooner we can get away from belittling our own the stronger and better we will be. I'm not taking either man's side. This is just my opinion. Formulate your own.
Link's to both Grant's response and the documentary are below.



Wednesday, February 23, 2011

James Van Der Zee




Photographer of the Harlem Renaissance James Van Der Zee was born in 1886 in Lennox, Massachusetts. Van Der Zee was self-taught photographer made famous by capturing the African American in a state of transition. He took pictures of such people as pan-African creator Marcus Garvey,neo-expressionist Basquiat. He moved to Harlem in 1905 to make a better life for himself.He took pictures of celebrities and of every day folk as well. He was very well known around the city but sadly he and his wife fell into poverty, and obscurity. Van Der Zee was nearly forgotten until someone decided to exhibit his work in a 1969 in a show titled Harlem on My Mind. This breathed new life into his career and brought his work back into the public. He passed away in 1983 at the age of 96. James Van Der Zee captured life as we lived it. He captured the beauty of life and death. We will always remember him for his talent as it will live on through his pictures.