It’s on the outdoor stage, so we might get rained on, and it’ll be cold.
Jeans and converse, or bandaid skirt, sweater tights, and combat boots?
Serious life questions. I know the normal level of moshiness at HS shows, but I don’t know what’s normal for GA shows, which makes it hard to know what to wear.
Also, the fact that HS is opening for GA, and not vice versa, is freaking me out. When did they get so big?Les Etats-Unis restituent à la France 250 documents de l'époque napoléonienne -
La Northwestern University de Chicago a remis au consulat de France une collection d’archives, dont une lettre de Joseph Bonaparte, le frère de l’empereur.
Une lettre datée de 1792 et signée Buonaparte : c’est la pièce la plus précieuse de la collection de 250 documents d’archives que la Northwestern University de Chicago a restitué à la France, par l’intermédiaire de son consulat, jeudi 16 mai au cours d’une cérémonie officielle.
Ces documents ont été trouvés en Corse à la toute fin de la Seconde Guerre mondiale par un certain Jack McBride, homme de spectacle venu distraire les troupes américaines basées sur l’île de Beauté. Il aurait sauvé ces archives des flammes dans lesquelles les soldats détruisaient des documents (…)
The United States return 250 documents from the Napoleonic era to France.
Northwestern University of Chicago returned to the consulate of France a collection of archives, including a letter from Joseph Bonaparte, the brother of the Emperor.
A letter dated 1792 and signed Buonaparte: it’s the most valuable piece of the collection of 250 documents that Northwestern University of Chicago has returned to France, through their consulate, Thursday the 16th of May during an official ceremony.
The documents were found in Corse at the end of the Second World War by Jack McBride, entertainer for the American troupes on l’ile de Beaute. It saved the archives the flames in which soilders destroyed documents… etc
Meh, good enough.
(via awesomearchives)
Once one falls completely in love with someone, I don’t think one ever falls completely out of love with said person—barring extreme circumstances.
Feelings like that don’t just go away, even with time. That doesn’t mean a given relationship will work out, or that it should work out. It doesn’t mean that those feelings won’t become twisted or corrupted. However, it does mean there will almost always be something.
I have known this to be true for many years. Maybe this is just UPG. Hm.
In 1901, James Joyce wrote to Ibsen, to wish him a happy birthday. Joyce, who had been studying Dano-Norwegian, so that he could read Ibsen in the original, wrote the note in that language. Ibsen was enormously controversial at the time. People walked out of his plays. Audiences rioted after Doll’s House, etc. Joyce became a champion of Ibsen in a time when it was wildly unpopular to do so – and his friends and family were scandalized by his taste in literature.
Honoured Sir,
I write to you to give you greeting on your seventy-third birthday and to join my voice to those of your well-wishers in all lands. You may remember that shortly after the publication of your latest play ‘When We Dead Awaken’, an appreciation of it appeared in one of the English reviews — The Fortnightly Review — over my name. I know that you have seen it because some short time afterwards Mr. William Archer wrote to me and told me that in a letter he had from you some days before, you had written, ‘I have read or rather spelled out a review in the Fortnightly Review by Mr. James Joyce which is very benevolent and for which I should greatly like to thank the author if only I had sufficient knowledge of the language.’ (My own knowledge of your language is not, as you see, great but I trust you will be able to decipher my meaning.) I can hardly tell you how moved I was by your message. I am a young, a very young man, and perhaps the telling of such tricks of the nerves will make you smile. But I am sure if you go back along your own life to the time when you were an undergraduate at the University as I am, and if you think what it would have meant to you to have earned a word from one who held so high a place in your esteem as you hold in mine, you will understand my feeling. One thing only I regret, namely, that an immature and hasty article should have met your eye, rather than something better and worthier of your praise. There may not have been any wilful stupidity in it, but truly I can say no more. It may annoy you to have your work at the mercy of striplings but I am sure you would prefer even hotheadedness to nerveless and ‘cultured’ paradoxes.
What shall I say more? I have sounded your name defiantly through a college where it was either unknown or known faintly and darkly. I have claimed for you your rightful place in the history of the drama. I have shown what, as it seemed to me, was your highest excellence — your lofty impersonal power. You minor claims — your satire, your technique and orchestral harmony — these, too, I advanced. Do not think me a hero-worshipper. I am not so. And when I spoke of you, in debating-societies, and so forth, I enforced attention by no futile ranting.
But we always keep the dearest things to ourselves. I did not tell them what bound me closest to you. I did not say how what I could discern dimly of your life was my pride to see, how your battles inspired me — not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead — how your wilful resolution to wrest the secret from life gave me heart, and how in your absolute indifference to public canons of art, friends and shibboleths you walked in the light of inward heroism. And this is what I write to you of now.
Your work on earth draws to a close and you are near the silence. It is growing drak for you. Many write of such things, but they do not know. You have only opened the way — though you have gone as far as you could upon it — to the end of ‘John Gabriel Borkman’ and its spiritual truth — for your last play stands, I take it, apart. But I am sure that higher and holier enlighenment lies — onward.
As one of the young generation for whom you have spoken I give you greeting — not humbly, because I am obscure and you in the glare, not sadly because you are an old man and I a young man, not presumptuously, nor sentimentally — but joyfully, with hope and with love, I give you greeting.
Faithfully yours,
James A. Joyce
(Source: sheilaomalley.com, via misslibrelula)
(Source: maudit, via runjuliet)
You told LJ about over 390 of your favorite Tumblrs. Here they are, from most to least popular:
- thelifeguardlibrarian, with 29 mentions
- libraryjournal, with 16 mentions
- fishingboatproceeds, with 13 mentions (sorry John Green, Kate & LJ won this battle)
- librarianproblems, with nine mentions
- nypl, with six mentions
- oupacademic
- schoollibraryjournal
- todaysdocument
- motherjones, with five mentions
- neil-gaiman
- slaughterhouse90210
- theatlantic
- theparisreview
- therumpus
- betterbooktitles, with four mentions
- bookriot
- chicagopubliclibrary
- darienlibrary
- doctorwho
- edwardspoonhands
- ilovecharts
- johndarnielle
- laura-in-libraryland
- libraryadvocates
- mentalflossr
- nprfreshair
- shortformblog
- theartofgooglebooks
- unypl
- wilwheaton
Oh gee wow someone voted for me. You are only one person, and I don’t know who you are, but I love you.
“A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you’d think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
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I’m pairing it with The Horrible Crowes - Elsie and a cup of lapsang souchong.
“When I tell people I’m in graduate school studying to be a librarian, I receive the response, “You need a Master’s degree for that?” I find myself struggling to defend it. Librarians do more than what the average person realizes, but how much of that is really gained through the MLS? I usually wind up confessing it is like a stamp to gain entry a nightclub. I’ve been advised countless times by librarians that your coursework doesn’t really matter, but your experience does. I agree that there is no teacher greater than experience, but isn’t this a huge flaw in our profession’s degree? This is also disheartening for me because the first word I’ve used to describe myself most of my life is “student.” I like being in the classroom. I want to learn. I want more degree to mean more than a stamp or a merit badge.
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I’d love an apprenticeship instead of a MLS/MLIS degree. Librarianship is more like a guild than the academy. Unfortunately, I do agree with Andy that the MLS is here to stay because of the way that higher education is currently structured. Now, we have two options. We can keep advising every new class of MLS students to push through the degree like a chore and get as much experience as possible or we can revise library school curriculum to also prepare our future librarians.”
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Chealsye Bowley - Why am I getting my MLIS? Because I have to.
Someone articulated all of my feels.
KT (yellowdecorations) and I are trying to book a room and we want to hang out with all of you. Where is the middle of the action?
And what is the difference between a co-headquarters and a hotel which isn’t?
WHAT ARE THESE THINGS. HOW DO WE MAKE DECISIONS. TEACH US TUMBLARIAN HIVE MIND. TEACH US YOUR CONFERENCE WAYS.
That, too.
KT (yellowdecorations) and I are trying to book a room and we want to hang out with all of you. Where is the middle of the action?
And what is the difference between a co-headquarters and a hotel which isn’t?
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“The good news? The digital divide is no more. According to this article, smartphones have bridged that divide. We can now breathe easy about the whole digital divide problem.” —
Goodbye, Digital Divide - Annoyed Librarian
Grade A use of sarcasm.
Anonymous asked: Share 10 random facts about yourself and then pass this on to 10 of your followers :)
I’ve never received one of these before. Thank you Anon! /blushes
I’ll endeavor to think of things which aren’t already on my about page.
1) I’m an INTP. Over think everything and rebel against authority. Quietly.
2) They say I’m a Taurus, but that’s just not true. I’m more of a Pisces? Then I defy you, stars!
3) Before I read Tolkien, I read Weiss and Hickman (at the age of seven or eight). I don’t value great literature over crap books in any way. This is probably why. It might also have something to do with my love of tabletop RPGs. You all meet in an inn…
4) The first person to tell me I look like Daryl Hannah in Splash was my kindergarten teacher. I’ve heard it once every few months ever since. I look nothing like Daryl Hannah in Splash.
5) I have a personal policy of remaining friends with my exes. Except one or two. They’re filed under “learning experience.”
6) In seventh grade, I joined the senior high drama club in my Jr./Sr. high school, which is how I learned to drink, smoke, cuss, hook up, and listen to heavy metal at the age of eleven. Oops.
7) I was a counselor at history camp for years. I can teach you how to stitch a sampler, load a civil war era rifle, and dance the Charleston.
8) I’m presenting at NJLA. Runs and hides out of sheer terror.
9) My ultimate OTP is still Draco/Luna. You know it would work.
10) I’m a sandwitch. Turkey, lettuce, and tomato with a dab of mayo on a kaiser roll—and a Peach Snapple, thanks.