The Clerk Manifesto

I no longer market my blog. I mentioned something here about my ending all this marketing a week ago. But, too, you might also know about th...

So I was walking along the river with a cold wind blowing in my face. A hawk was riding the currents of the sky. Along my river Bald Eagles ...

I suppose this post would have been far more interesting had I not been seized with shyness, or human decency, or a fear of being caught, or...

I have become so fond of the word irascible in the course of writing this blog that I have learned how to spell it. The key is the I in it. ...

Standing in the breakroom, drinking my first maple coldpress of the year (milk, maple syrup, coldpress coffee) I gazed idly out the windows ...

I am wandering around the library trying to come up with a good idea for a blog post. Or, perhaps I should say I am wandering around the lib...

I was shelving once again. I had my cart and me in my roughly four foot wide space between the bookshelves. A woman was coming through and I...

Here are golden tickets. Here are ancient and complicated keys, and some arcane passwords to let you in here. Here is a map. Yes, that's...

Sometimes, right here on clerkmanifesto, I make a list, an Internet list. Because I have now made rather a few of these lists people have be...

In the days leading up to our very recent In Service Day we had lots of signs up about how we were going to be closed for "Service Impr...

In the great scheme of things, in the world as it should be, my library sucks. I could make a list of 1,000 things that suck about my librar...

We'll start with our small, inconsequential story, fresh from the front desk, and see if it leads to any valuable life, or library, less...

1. The title sounds way too good to be for real and so is probably just more clickbait. 2. The whole thing looks like a bunch of convolute...

A slightly cynical person can easily see that there is an ulterior motive for everything, a secret self-serving reason for all our actions. ...

Two days ago I passed the first anniversary of this blog. If I have had one goal or strongly articulated ambition it was to blog daily for a...

To the best of my knowledge none of my array of managers are aware of this blog. This may be the greatest, and perhaps only, benefit of the ...

As you may know from my recent post I have stumbled upon the wordlery wonderlandabus known as Finnegans Wake , by James Joyce. I have no cle...

One of the pleasures of working at a library is that we are sometimes privy to information about, or sometimes even preview copies of, books...

It was St. Patrick's day at the library, but I swear I wasn't thinking of that at all. I was upstairs shelving in fiction where it g...

The library was busy, The pace was not slow, But never did I imagine, I'd do seven in one blow. I  was working the desk, With my c...