Friday Late Link – Book Thing of Baltimore (August 18, 2006)

As a follow-up to last week’s FFL about Book Mooch, here’s a link to Book Thing, a non-profit organization in Baltimore which offers all of the books it has in stock for free to local citizens.

2006 Fred Eaglesmith Charity Picnic In Photos

 Stars With One Name: Cher, Madonna and…Fred?

Performer line-up for the weekend


Our campsite

The unofficial “best campsite” award

We were warned about the “Missisauga Rattlers” when we set-up our campsite but didn't realise they were being wrangled on stage as well.

Washboard Hank is a very…unique (?)…musician.

Canadian folk legend, Willie P. Bennett

Man overboard!

Our friend from Calgary, “Beer Doug”, surprised a bunch of the Fredheads at the picnic by flying in with his wife, Kayla, for the weekend

Roger Marin gets a lesson from his daughter during Fred Eaglesmith's final set on Sunday

Jesse Eaglesmith plays as her proud papa looks on during Sunday's final encore

The t-shirt says it all…

No Updates This Weekend

Shea and I are off to the annual Fred Eaglesmith Picnic at Aylmer, just south of London in “Fred Country” for the weekend.  Eaglesmith always connects the weekend to a charity and this year's is a fitting one which even loosely relates to some of the same issues being discussed after a recent post of mine. 

As far as I can tell, this blog doesn't allow me to schedule automatic posts for dates in the future.  (Coincidentally, just today I sent an e-mail to the company that hosts my blog with a wishlist of features I'd like to see added but didn't think to include the “post in future” idea.)

So instead of everybody wondering what happened if this blog goes for a whole weekend without an update (“Oh my God – did Jason get a virus?”), I thought I'd put a brief explanation of why this was the case.

(By the way, that “virus” thing is officially the absolute worst joke I have ever told in my life and I feel slightly dumber for having made it.  I have a “humour” category for this blog but I don't think I'll bother to use it for this post.  Hmm, note to self: create a category for “lame-o”?) 

How To Get Kicked Out of the Librarian's Guild

My wife was recently back in Saskatchewan to visit her parents and during her time there, she got her mom's library card number and PIN number so that she could put books on hold for her over the Net. 

That's what Shea was doing last night and one of us (I won't say who ) had the brilliant idea that it would be funny to put a book like Joy of Sex on hold for his mother-in-law as well.  This may sound cruel but this is a woman who, when we played Cranium once, acted out “Madonna” by utiliziing two empty glasses to illustrate one of Madonna's most famous outfits.  (And on my psychologist's advice, I won't even begin to describe how she pantomimed “blowfish”.)

So anyhow, Shea got home from work today to a message from her mom: “I can't believe you guys!  I am so angry and you are in so much trouble!”  (Of course, this is exactly the reaction we wanted and expected.) 

Shea won't let me post the video clip she took during her visit of her mom dancing to Stompin' Tom Connors in their campsite to help illustrate her mom's humour [Edit: Shea eventually relented and we did upload it!] and I'm not sure if the two Cranium stories are enough.  So I'll post this picture of her dad's most recent purchase instead…

Dennis's New Weiner & Marshmallow Roasting Sticks




Obviously, my in-laws keep life interesting.  To finish the story, Shea talked to her mom later today to get the full story. 

When she got the call that she had a couple holds in, she went right to the library.  She went up to the desk where the clerk gave her the two books (we couldn't remember if Weyburn had self-serve holds or not but having them behind the desk made it even better!)  Shea's mom looked at the second book and was like “This isn't for me.  I didn't order this.” as the clerk kept pushing it towards her, “Yes, yes, you did.  We got your request by e-mail this morning.”  That's when it hit Joan what must have happened.  After her face went back to its normal non-red shade, she explained to the clerks what a bad daughter and son-in-law she has and promised to report us to the head librarian (a FIMS alum) the next time she was in. 

I think she's got a case – I'm pretty sure this practical joke violated some obscure librarian ethics guideline and I'll probably have to say some “Hail Deweys” this Sunday at the LPL's circulation desk in penance. 

(Of course, it could've been worse, much worse.  Weyburn also has a book in their catalogue called The Lifestyle: A Look at the Erotic Rites of Swingers.)

Saskatchewan Targets Alberta For Labour

“Saskatchewan is experiencing the largest skilled labour shortage in the country” according to Citizenship and Immigration Minister, Monte Solberg who recently announced a new program to bring skilled foreign workers into Canada. 

In addition to foreign labour, the Calgary Sun reports that Saskatchewan is targetting workers in Alberta, touting Saskatchewan's affordable housing, shorter commutes and better quality of life overall as reasons to jump across the border. 

People always think of Alberta as the golden child of Canada's economy but Saskatchewan isn't far off with a booming natural resources sector, record employment rates and not one but two Rolling Stones concerts coming up this fall (the only place on the current tour to have an extra show added!)
(via The Saskatchewan Desk)

Cheaper Books Coming To Canada?

Books in Canada have been costing up to 36% more than in the US, due to the way the book prices have been fixed to an outdated exchange rate. However, following pressure from unhappy consumers and bookstore owners, most publishers are now reducing their prices.  Random House Canada will begin offering discounts to retailers on books that have been published for more than one year. Retailers should thus be able to cut their prices by 20%. John Wiley and Sons Canada will reduce the prices of all their books, including reprints and new issues, to ensure they are only priced 20% higher than in the US. For more information visit: http://tinyurl.com/zz64r
(er, probably easier to go to the library and read it for free than paying $4.95 for access to this 867 word article!)

(via Writers Guild of Alberta listserv which in turn, was posted via Writing World Issue 6:07 http://www.writing-world.com)

Bus v. Bike v. (Human) Being

I know that the law classifies bicycles as vehicles and that's why they have to ride on the road rather than the sidewalk.  But to me, that's never made sense.  Except in the busiest areas (downtown, Richmond Row, at the University), sidewalks tend to have a lot less people on them than the number of cars on the same stretch of road. 

Bikes and walkers are roughly moving at the same speed and have roughly the same weight, at least when compared to bikes versus cars.  If there is to be an accident, I'd rather be a walker hit by a bike rider than a bike rider hit by a car.  I don't have a horse in this race either way – I don't have a bike here or a car.  But this thought came into my head as a bus crawled behind a bike rider on Richmond today just past the University gates for nearly a block, unable to pass because the other lane had a constant stream of cars.  The danger of the situation was obvious and I couldn't help but look at the block long stretch of sidewalk with a single person walking on it as an obvious solution to the problem. 

Maybe if bikes were allowed to move freely between both options as needed/preferred, that would be a decent compromise?  Requiring bicyclists to have horns on their bikes would be an improvement too, especially if the law was changed to allow them to ride on the sidewalk more frequently. 

Bruce Fyfe's Spirit of Librarianship Letter of Thanks

Bruce asked me to post this letter on his behalf an an addendum to the speech he gave after he won the Spirit of Librarianship Award at the Destressor last Wednesday.


On Wednesday, August 9, I was given the Summer 2006 Spirit of Librarianship
Award. I want to thank the people who put my name forward and I want to
thank all the people who voted for me and for all the terrific people who were
nominated for this award.  I cannot, however, accept this honour alone.
The Spirit of Librarianship resides in all of the people who have made up this
great class.  

This award belongs to all of the people who received nominations.  When
I saw the list of nominations my first reaction was to wonder how I could
choose from such a talented, committed group of people. Each and every one of
these friends is deserving of this award.  Whether it was a commitment to
making the MLIS experience a positive and rewarding one through active involvement
in student government, or commitment to spreading and enhancing the ideals of
librarianship, or their infectious good nature, or their willingness to lend a
hand or sympathetic ear, each one deserves to be recognized. So, Catherine,
Gabe, Linda, Quinn, Becky, Daniella, Jay, Tracy, Mark and Michael, thank you
for making the MLIS program a stimulating, fun, inspiring and all-round
rewarding experience.

The award also belongs to all of my other classmates and to MLIS faculty and
staff who have worked so hard to create a wonderful collegial atmosphere. 
The various performers, storytellers, educators, debaters, organizers, and the
facilitators have each contributed to building this community and must be
acknowledged.  These fine people, by the force of your personalities, your
intelligence and your commitment, have shown us the value of library as
community, as access to information, and as a place that strives to educate
all.

And finally, to all of those who have, by your nature and the force of your
personalities, made the MLIS experience fun – despite the grueling pace and
spirit-crushing workload – thank you.  Perhaps more than any, you
represent the spirit of librarianship.  And, it is fitting, I think, to
end with a quotation from Monty Python:  “You see, I don't believe
that libraries should be drab places where people sit in silence, and that's
been the main reason for our policy of employing wild animals as
librarians.”

Thank you to all.  Congratulations to all who have completed your
studies and good luck in the job hunt. And to those continuing in courses or
co-op, best wishes.

Yours sincerely,

Bruce Fyfe

Theresick (The Feast of Crispian)

I went on a semester exchange to York England when I was in undergrad.  Because of the constant excitement of new experiences and meeting new people and learning new things, I never really got homesick in my four months there, even though everybody warned me that I would. 

But when I got back to Canada, I was depressed and discombobulated and  disjointed for quite awhile.  I talked to a friend who'd travelled a lot more widely than I had about these feelings and she said “You're theresick.”  Theresick?  “It's the opposite of homesick.  You have all the same emotions when you come back from a journey as when you go but they're for the place that you left, not for the place that you come from.  Nobody warns you about it so it's often much worse than homesickness.” 

I went to a party last night for the people who were graduating this semester and that strange term kept popping into my head as I listened to people talking.  Someone observed that the billboards for football tickets
were up again, just like when they arrived last September and that they'd like to go to a game but would be gone by the time this season starts.  Others
talked of the strange feeling of not having anything to worry about,
nothing pressing in the back of their brain for the first
time in twelve months.   Some talked of plans to meet again at future
conferences or during future travels.  Someone talked about how the
Internet made it so much easier to stay in touch but it would never
recapture the shared experience of everybody being here together. 

S
o many of the people who attend this program have a similar experience to the one that I had in England (or that many people have when doing any extended traveling.)  You spend an incredibly short period of time with a small group of people in very close quarters, bonding before, during and after classes.  Then, all of a sudden, it's over and you don't know when, if ever, you'll see these people again. 

Most cohorts bond quite tightly but for some reason, there isn't as much interaction between cohorts and it wasn't really until second semester until I began to really get to know some of the people beyond those who started with me in January. 

Mike Thibault is one of those people and today I got an e-mail from him that he'd sent after the party ended late last night.  He was wrestling with some of those same mixed emotions and felt that this speech from Henry V summarized things in a way that he never could.  I'm reprinting the speech he sent me with his permission – although I didn't get clearance from Billy Shakespeare.) 

The Feast of Crispian is October 25 which roughly coincides with Fall convocation (October 20) which is fitting as well.

(Here's an MP3 you might want to listen to while you read this.)

This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall see this day, and live old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian's
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother. Be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Mike added this thought to the Bard's very appropriate words: 

We've made it.  We are librarians, and our condition has been gentled and our scars will be shown proudly.

Why Do Boys Read? Heavy Metal!

GG winning author, Art Slade (who is coming to FIMS on October 23 for the Lunch Bucket speaker series – mark your calendars!), discusses the reasons he became (and stayed) a reader as a young boy on his blog.  His answer?  Heavy metal.

Two thoughts.  Why did I become a reader?  I think mainly because I always had books around and reading was made to be enjoyable and not “work”.  A big part of that was that my parents supported my reading whether it was Stephen King or magazines or Hardy Boys or whatever – no pressure to read worthy literary works.  Why did I stay a reader as a teenager?  I'd accepted that I was more of a “nerd” than a “jock” by about grade six so being a big reader in my early teen years wasn't any more embarrassing.  (I remember our Grade seven teacher made us do 10 book reports during the year.  If you did 15, he bought you a Coke.  I did 52.  He only bought me one Coke.)  As well, our hometown was so small that the lines were blurred.  I played on the hockey and football teams as well as being on yearbook and in drama. 

The other important question.  Which heavy metal influenced my reading?  None off the top of my head but I can say that one thing that links almost all of my favourite artists – Boo Radleys, REM, Radiohead, Hawksley Workman – are obtuse, poetic lyrics and my other favourites are simply poetic – John Lennon, Bob Dylan, Paul Simon, Bruce Springsteen. 

Classmate of the Day: Missed their party last night (too tired after the pool party and a class bbq) but met up with David and Sabina at APK this afternoon for a good visit that I probably wouldn't have gotten at their party anyhow.   They're off to Ottawa tomorrow.  They really did so much to make my first eight months here so amazing and successful and I owe them a huge thanks for that.  I don't know if this analogy works but I was thinking that first term is like kindergarten, second term is like grade eight and (I'm guessing) third term will be like grade twelve.  So getting to hang out with and learn from some middle school kids while I was only in kindergarten was a great advantage in helping me in this program in so many ways.

I'm off to another end-of-term party so hopefully this post isn't too disjointed or has too many errors (compared to usual anyhow.)