The Clerk Manifesto

It is a bit of a cliche and a bit of a cartoon truism that cats like milk. In my interactions with cats I have never had any experiences to ...

As a person who has experimented widely with recreational drugs (actually, they weren't really experiments ) I would think I would ...

I am as vulnerable to the hype of the new as your next essayist. I put on a brave face about staying current. I erratically strive to be you...

This might not be pretty. I am still sick. I coughed right after I wrote that. Twice. With that deep, baritone boom that reflects nothing ...

For my birthday I received a kingly, lovely, luxurious and deliriously sweet gift of cheese. A lot of very, very nice cheese. Beautiful chee...

I'm sorry, but I'm not feeling well. I won't be able to blog today. It started with just a little ragged sore throat, and I thou...

As you may know, traffic on my blog is quite light on Sundays. Surprisingly, my readership skews heavily towards church goers and football...

I have always tried to be a good listener, and mostly I suppose I've been all right. I like to know things, and listening can be a very ...

I heard a rustling in the far reaches of the Mystery section and strolled over for a look. Our newest addition to the Library, kafka the c...

This year's Halloween blog post is dedicated to my co-worker Sue, who died quite a few years ago now, and made an unnamed appearance in ...

I have been gearing up for some time now to perform a thundering evisceration of outsourcing in public institutions, not least of all, Libra...

Here are some random things that could be expanded into full blog posts, but probably shouldn't be. Like with the Internet itself I have...

I arrived early at the Library today to be told a crate had been delivered for me. I am in charge of supplies at my Library, but things usua...

As presaged in a recent post, today is my birthday. What, you might wonder, do I like to do on my birthday? Well, I like to spend it with my...

I am often sharing with you my personal experiences here in an instructive way. But the hard truth is that personal experience is sometimes ...

When I was around ten or eleven I lived in a hilly Los Angeles suburb called Woodland Hills. My backyard was a plank of mostly crabgrass res...

It is de rigueur in modern Library circles to constantly come up with vibrant, new, and innovative Library programs and then vaunt the hell ...

On Mermaid Avenue II, there is a song, lyrics by Woody Guthrie, music by Billy Bragg, that was never my favorite, but always arrested me and...

If, when I was twelve years old and watching as much television as I possibly could, you were to ask me to devise improvements for that medi...

We have two new staff members. As is common for my Library they are refugees from other branches. Among the Circulation staff there are very...