A Plea For Saskatchewan Separation

Way back in
College 1.0, I wrote a satirical essay in one of my writing classes which I
think is appropriate at this time as I sit in a Montreal hostel, looking through the books on the history of the city. 

At the time I wrote this essay, it was a few months after I'd returned from an exchange to
England.  The feelings of anger and confusion having gone into the residence cafeteria the
morning after the 1995
Referendum not knowing if I'd be returning to the same country I'd left were still pretty fresh in my mind. 

As a westerner, I love that Canada includes Quebec and feel that the
advantages this gives our country greatly outweigh the negatives
(buying my booze in the grocery store today being the least of these advantages!) 

I can understand why some
Quebecers want their own country but hopefully this essay exposes some
of the ludicriousness of their arguments as well. 

Sorry for the length of this essay – I'm too lazy to put this up as a linked PDF file
right now.  This is also the first draft which I still like quite a bit more than the final
draft which became a lot drier piece that was sort
of a fictionalized “articles of incorporation” for the new country of
“Saskatchewan”.



A PLEA FOR SASKATCHEWAN SEPARATION

My fellow Saskatchewatonians:

    I'm fed up! 
All you and I have been hearing about for the past year is how Quebec
wants to separate from Canada.  This story fills our newspaper
headlines daily.  It's been going on for the past year, it's been
going on since 1980 – hell, if you were one hundred and twenty-nine
years old, I bet that you'd have been hearing this “Quebec separation”
line for one hundred and thirty!  But have you noticed
something?  Quebec's still here, they're still a part of Canada,
and they're still complaining about it.  You know why they're
still here?  Because if they ever did separate they wouldn't know
what to do!  Who'd listen to them?  Where would the majority
of their funding come from?  Where would the spotlight focus then?


    Quebec complains
that the rest of Canada doesn't respect their language, their culture,
their history.  They complain that they aren't as well off as
Ontario and British Columbia then complain that they must support
poorer provinces like Manitoba and Newfoundland. 


    But from my
Saskatchewanois position, this simply isn't true.  When I was in
England this past year, who was topping the British charts?  Not
Saskatchewan's local hero, Colin James but Quebec chanteuse, Celine
Dion.  When people found out I was from Canada, did they ask about
the Saskatchewan Wheat Pool's plans to go public?  The Grey Cup
being held in Regina?  No, they asked about the Quebec
Referendum.  When I went to a pub with a group of Germans, what
was the only thing these world-reknowned unity experts knew about
Canada?  Only that Quebec wanted to separate (and boy, were they ever interested in the reasons why!).  And when I
woke up on the morning of Monday October 30, 1995?  Imagine waking
up in a foreign country and not knowing whether you'd be returning to
your own country or a nation split in two?


    I'm fed up with
this and I think it's time we tried a different tactic.  Let a
province leave that has good reasons for separation from the rest of
Canada: my fellow Saskatchewanians, I make this plea to you: 
Saskatchewan must separate from Canada!


    Now, my fellow Saskalonians, I know what
you're thinking as you sit there in your lazy boy, drinking a nice cool
Great Western Draft and waiting for the lottery numbers to come
on:  “Why should Saskatchewan separate?  We've got it pretty
good out here, don't we?  What about that survey said that
Canada's the best place in the world to live?  And that other
survey said Saskatchewan was the best place in Canada!”  That's
got to mean something, doesn't it? 
   
Sure it does.  But only to the people who live
here.  The rest of Canada still thinks of us as a flat wasteland
where they cut the telephone poles to different heights just to make
the landscape less boring. 

    Friend,
that survey was road apples!  Propaganda by the rest of Canada so
we'd stop flooding into their provinces and going on their welfare
programs instead of staying here on our own welfare program (here, it's
called “farming”). 


    We shouldn't have
to put up with this behind-the-back snickering from the rest of the
country.  Quebec thinks they have reasons to separate?  They
haven't been to Saskatchewan!


    Quebec always
talks about their distinct language.  But we've made a concession
to their language and because of the cross-Canada influence of the
French CBC, most non-French speakers would be able to get around in
Quebec using the French they've learned from watching Canadiens' games,
reading the other side of cereal boxes and watching French foreign
films (only for the language
of course, not for the fact that they show full frontal nudity in the
middle of the afternoon on that
channel.) 
    Is the reverse true?  Would somebody from
Quebec be able to order in a restaurant in Climax, Saskatchewan? 
Or would they stare at the menu bewildered?  “Cabbage
rolls”?  “Perogies”?  “Saskatoon berries?”  Would they just shake their head when
somebody identified the machines in the fields as “combines” and
“swathers”?  That those skyscrapers in every town and city aren't
office buildings but “elevators”?  Would they understand that
those bodies of water aren't Saskatchewan lakes but “sloughs”? 
How would they respond when somebody asked, “Is it cold enough for
ya?”  When a Quebec tourist asked “Ou est la salle de bains?”, would a gas
station attendant be able to decipher this strange request as meaning
“crapper”?  I don't even want to consider how we'd translate
“bunny hug” into French for them – a bad translation could cause a war!


    The Quebec people
are proud of their history.  Co-founders of Canada, Plains of
Abraham, and twenty-two Stanley Cups.  But Saskatchewan has just
as rich and proud of history.  Home of the medicare in Canada,
the Riel Rebellion and fans who cheer for a football team that never
actually wins anything.  (Anybody can cheer for a winner, try
cheering for the Riders for awhile and see how disenfranchised you
become!)


    For culture, the
people of Quebec have Carnaval and maple syrup.  But can that
compare with a Saskatchewan culture based around Agribition and deer
sausage that you've cured, cut and hung yourself? 


    Quebec complains
that Canada mistreats them but up until recently, they were one of only
two provinces to have two National Hockey League franchises (in
Montreal and Quebec City.)  Saskatchewan, even though we've
produced more NHL players per capita than anywhere on earth, has never had an NHL
team. 


    There is one final
reason that Saskatchewan, not Quebec, should separate from
Canada.  Someone in the national media might just pay attention to
us for once. 


    So what happens
when Saskatchewan separates from Quebec?  There is a myth that we
are a “have-not” province.  This is not true.  We have lots
of stuff – okay, most of it is the form of grain crops but hey, our
farmers are
being told to diversify all the time so the potential to become a
“have” province is there.  If somebody could figure out how to
turn wheat into gasoline, we'd be like a Canadian Saudi
Arabia.   
    Saskatchewan has the new Casino Regina as a major tourist
attraction and an independent Saskatchewan could build on this by
putting Casinos in every other major city (er, in Saskatchewan a major
city is anywhere over 5000 people – but we won't mention this in the
marketing brochures advertising our country as “Vegas North.”)
    If we really want to take advantage of our
agricultural history, we could become the first place in North American
to legalize marijuana.  Imagine a place combining the gambling and
illegal drugs – the money from tourism would flow in!
     There are many other details to be worked out
but this is something that can, no, that needs to be done. 
Saskatchewan separation, like a Gordie Howe elbow to another player's
jaw, is an inevitability – the people of that province and of this country just don't know it yet!

The Quintessential Montreal Food Day

Had a croissant for breakfast (okay, it was a muffin but I've got a theme developing so work with me here.)


Schwartz's Smoked Meat

sandwich for lunch.  Some people had suggested you can avoid the
lines and go to any other smoked meat sandwich shop for a similar taste
and experience but to me, that would be like going to Paris and
stopping into a comic book store because you don't want to face the
lines at The Louvre.  The line wasn't too bad (we purposely went
in mid-afternoon thinking it might not be as busy at a non-meal time)
and we even managed to get two seats at the counter in the otherwise
packed deli.  And if you're going to eat at a deli, where else
would you want to sit?







Poutine from
Banquise for supper (I had the “Dan Dan” which is poutine with bacon,
sausage and fried onions.  Out west, we think of regular poutine
as unhealthy but these guys have invented 22 ways to make it more
deadly.  Thankfully Shea's a cardiac nurse as I suspect I may need a
defibrillator to wake up tomorrow.)








Shea and I Know How To Pick 'Em

Last night, Shea
and I ended up having a pitcher of beer at a gay bar down the street
(our hostel is on the edge of the Gay Village and since we'd already
gone the other direction during the daytime, we went into the village
at night.)  I'm a bit disappointed that I didn't get hit on but
Shea, sitting with me and being the only woman in the bar, probably had
something to do with that. 

Tonight, we went to Rue Crescent which is a main bar/pub/club district
and ended up at an Irish bar…which happened to be having some Singles
Night event.  Again, I'm a bit disappointed that I didn't get hit
on (although I do think a couple people wondered how Shea and I ended
up in a booth together so quickly while everyone else was still
prowling.)  

Tomorrow, Shea and I are probably going to end up at an S&M
Swingers Club and walk around thinking “Oh, aren't these French people
fashionable with their assless leather chaps and handcuff necklaces?”

Man, we're sheltered on the prairies…

Bonsoir, je n'ai aucun poisson

Despite the ribbing I took from my much hipper, cooler acquaintances
(who only listen to Franz Ferdinand and Sufjan Stevens), the Willie
Nelson and the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band concert was excellent last
night.  What can I say?  Both are part of growing up in rural
Saskatchewan and ironically, the opening act are probably more of a
strong memory for me while Willie Nelson is an artist I've come to
appreciate more as I've gotten older.

Very rare was the party during high school where the Nitty Gritty Dirt
Band's Greatest Hits album wasn't played.  (I can hear Quinn
snickering – he tells the tale of having a prairie based pen pal when
he was younger who kept raving about the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band – being
from Vancouver, he was sociologically incapable of understanding
why!) 

Now we're in Montreal at our hostel which will be home base for the
next week.  Just met a group of students who are up from Waterloo
and another guy who's from Calgary and that's one of the great things
about staying in a hostel.  Shea and I are going to head out in a
bit and just have a wander and enjoy the ambiance of the city on a
Friday night.  There's a Habs playoff game on as I type and if Les
Habitants win, it's going to be nuts. Au river…

Separated At Birth? (aka The Movie Star Game)

  

You can play too!  If anybody reading this wants to be listed here with a look-a-like, just send me
a mug shot of yourself that's at least 150 pixels high and some idea of
where I might get a similar looking image of your celebrity look-a-like
online.  Of if you trust me enough, just drop me a line to give me permission and I'll pick your look-a-like myself!



Jason's Hockey "Career"

The Central Broadcasting Company
decided that appeasing the fans across the border in Detroit was more
important than showing the playoff games of Canada's own 2004 Stanley
Cup finalist, Calgary Flames.  So every CBC station east of
Calgary showed the Detroit-Edmonton playoff game and for those of us
without digital cable (or any cable at all for that matter) have no
choice as to what to watch.  

Well, we have one choice.  I walked down to Richmond Row shortly
after the Calgary game was scheduled to start and finally found a place
showing the Western CBC feed after going into about four other bars
first.  Watched the second period there but the rap music
eventually got to me and I went to Joe Kool's to see if it was any
better.  They weren't showing the game (though they claimed they
were – as did most of the bars I stopped in) so back to Ceeps and
though I just miss the start of the 3rd period, it's gone from 3-2
Calgary to 5-2 Calgary.  Perfect.  Have a couple more pints,
grab a slice of pizza and come home to watch the OT of the
Edmonton-Detroit game. 

So yeah, all of that is boring and probably should be in my personal journal.  But back to the post title.  My hockey career.

– I joined Figure Skating at five years old (we didn't have the more
manly Power Skating in my town at the time) and was quickly promoted to
a higher level.  I missed my friends in the lower level and this
didn't bode well for my future hockey prospects.  In fact, this is
probably the pinnacle of my skating prowess.

– joined beginner hockey at 6 years old and was okay but not
great.  (I still can't do left side crossovers or hard stops very
well.)   Everyone else has a black or white helmet and I'm
the only kid with a red helmet.  This makes me special
(unfortunately, special in the Olympic sense as I eventually realise.)

– dad made a deal to pay me $1.00/goal and $0.50/assist.  Ignoring
the inherent problem this created in terms of making me more of a puck
hog than a team player (not that i was skilled enough at that age to
differentiate between a pass and a shot anyhow), my assist total went
through the roof as I was able to inflate this nebulous stat quite a
bit.  Unlike goal scoring which is pretty obvious, assists were
more a case of “I touched the puck that shift therefore I got an
assist.”  Conveniently, chocolate bars and chips cost $0.50 so my
consumption of both was directly proportional to my “assist”
totals.  I have followed a similar training regiment to this
day…with similar results. 

– Along with two of my classmates, I didn't make the “A” team when we
finally divided into two teams, even when I was part of the older group
of kids (who basically automatically made the “A” team.)  The
coach's son gave me the hard assessment that I “didn't have the killer
instinct”.  At the time, this troubled me but looking back, it
kind of makes me proud.

– A couple years later, I quit hockey for the same reason.  We
were in Bantam and the coach treated it like we were in the NHL playing
the better players more and the less talented players less.  One
of my fondest memories in one of my friends' moms verbally assaulting
the coach for not playing her son an equal amount although at the time
he (and I) were horrified by her outburst.

– got back to playing hockey when I got to University, hooking up with
a rec team based in our residence that was (I kid you not) sponsored by
a janitorial supply company.  This also symbolized the level of
skill our team regularly exhibited. 

– I also play in the intramural rec league and have the all-time
highlight of my hockey career when I score a hat trick in a game that
helps get our team into the playoffs.   It's also a low-lite
of my life as my teammates buy me non-stop drinks after the game and in
a province where drinking and driving is basically a popular hobby, I drive home in probably the worst condition that I ever
got behind the wheel in my life.  Only stupid blind luck keeps me
from being in jail or the hospital. 

– that's pretty much the end of my hockey glory but as I tell Shea, “if
we have a boy, I'll be in the stands yelling 'you better score or daddy
doesn't love you!' just like a good Canadian father would.” 

<cue sappy Tim Horton's commercial – “You never came to my games
dad!”  “Yes, I did,  Number 7, Right wing.” 
<tears>

Er, Go Edmonton Go! 

Dumpster Diving (aka 75 Years Later and The Depression Still Influences Me)

A friend who
went to my high school lives in London and told me before I came that I
would not believe what people throw out here. 

“At first, I was a bit embarrassed to grab the perfectly good furniture
and electronics and other stuff people would leave on the curb.  I
got over that fast!”

I didn't see much evidence of it before now but since spring's sprung
and semester's over, the streets are lined with people throwing out
what appear to be perfectly good, if a bit worn, chairs, shelves, futon
mattresses and more.  For instance, this is the dumpster behind
our building and if I knew they hadn't been rained on, one of those
chairs would probably be in my apartment right now.   Maybe that white kitchen stand too.

Unlike my friend, I have no such compunction about grabbing stuff. 
I think this comes from growing up in a province that's not too far
removed from the Depression and also, spending my formative years in rural
communities that seem to be much more conscious of waste than our urban
counterparts (I'm talking Calgary/Montreal/Toronto urban – not Regina/Saskatoon urban.) 

For example, my grandmother would make you feel guilty with a single
glance if you didn't clean your plate. My
parents have drawers full of scraps of plastic and metal and nuts and
bolts and god knows what else “just in case we need them.”  Now,
I'm following in their footsteps myself in a variety of ways. 

When dad was here, we went to look at a bbq for
sale.  It was a piece of junk but we saw another one on a side
street one block away with a note “Working BBQ – Free!” taped to
it.  It looked to be in better shape than the one that the guy
wanted $30 for so we shoved it in the trunk of the car (“It's a
rental!”) and brought it home.  (It does work and I'm so happy
that I'll be able to BBQ this summer!)


Yesterday, I saw a TV stand/cabinet thing by the dumpster behind our
building and grabbed it too, crossing it off my list of things we want
for our house and saving $50 or $100 that a new one would cost at a
store or even secondhand.



Meanwhile, Ontario has major issues
with their garbage yet people continue to throw out more trash here
than anywhere I've seen.  Plus (and this was a major shock to me
when I arrived), they don't even have a deposit system so that you get
money back for returning bottles and cans.  People can still
recycle but I would imagine that without the cash incentive, it happens
a lot less. 


Some better ways to get rid of your unwanted stuff:
London Freecycle
UWO “Garage Sale” Listings
Any of the Various Businesses and Charities Listed On The London Green Directory (some offering pick-up)
 

I'm looking forward to the rest of the Spring.  Who knows what else I'll get! 

(Did I just admit to “Dumpster Diving” on a public forum?  Yikes!)

Lazy Sunday

The parents have
left, Shea's at work and I'm just relaxing a bit, enjoying having the
apartment completely to myself for the first time in ages.

Took it easy on M&D's final day here – slept in a bit then drove
around looking for a place to eat.  All were busy or closed or
being renovated so we ended up going to the Grad Club which was nice
(in that M&D get to see where I spend all my time here! )

Classmate of the Day:
Mark MacEachern for letting me know that the cheapest tickets to a Blue
Jays game are only $9.  I took advantage of this tip to have a
good suggestion ready when we were all in Toronto yesterday but it was
raining and our sightseeing plans were ruined.

I thought those cheap tickets would put up somewhere in the nosebleeds
behind left field but we ended up in seats right behind home plate,
albeit a bit high up.  But pretty awesome overall and a great game
too – 8-1 Blue Jays.
 

(PS – have started using Flickr to host my photos and starting to see why all the Technorati love it so.)

Zeitgeist Moments

I'm sitting in a hotel room in TO watching the Flames versus the Ducks
in Game One of the Stanley Cup playoffs after another whirlwind trip –
this time visiting relatives in Georgetown and Grand Valley north of
Toronto yesterday and this morning with my parents.  The three of
us came into Toronto Friday at noon and met up with Shea at our hotel
since she couldn't come with us on Thursday (she finally
got her nursing registration papers approved after a two month wait so
had to work Wednesday and Thursday. Luckily she still had Friday
off.) 

We wandered a few areas this afternoon – Yonge St, Queen St, Spadina, U of T, back to
hotel.  Had an awesome supper at a Thai place next door then we
took the subway to Union Station and went up the CN Tower.  We got
there at dusk so didn't get as much daylight as we wanted but it was
still cool to see the city lights come on as the sun went down. 
Back to hotel for a swim then back to room to watch the hockey game
(it's tied 1-1 with eight minutes left in the third period.  Might
be another OT like the Detroit-Edmonton game earlier.) 

I've been party to two (what I call) zeitgeist moments
in my life – when I lived in England in 1995 for four months during the
height of the Cool Britannia/Britpop phenomenon and to a lesser extent,
in 2004 when Shea and I were in Calgary during the Flames' improbable
march to the Stanley Cup Finals that spring.  So many great
memories from both of those times but here's a few random ones from the
Flames one…

– I managed to get exactly one ticket to attend an actual playoff game
even though I tried to get tickets to every game.  It was a good
one to go to though – Game 3 in Round One which was the first Flames'
home playoff game in seven years.  They lost but it was still
incredibly exciting – not just the game and the introductions before
the game but the whole day leading up to it.

– we had the Alberta Book Awards the same night as a playoff game so I
ended up running the score into our MC on a regular basis so he could
announce it to the crowd.  This was the game that Vancouver went
up 4-0 by the second period and everyone thought it was over (I think I
even stopped running for updates) then after the event, we went to the
Hotel lounge to find that the Flames had tied it up 4-4 and they were
in OT which lasted three  extra periods before Vancouver
scored.  What a rollercoast ride!  One of Calgary's fanciest
hotels, The Palliser, became a sports bar for the night and I got
smashed on $7 pints sitting two tables from John McDermott who probably
couldn't figure out why the people who did show up to his concert seemed so distracted that night.  Hilarious.

– before Game Six of the final series against Tampa Bay, where the
Flames had the potential to win the Cup at home on a Saturday, Shea and
I went down 17th Ave at 1pm for a game with a 6pm start.  All the
bars were already packed and we thought we might end up watching this
huge game at home after all.  But we went into a pub (the Drum & Monkey) a few blocks
off 17th Ave close to the Writers Guild office and every table was reserved but the owner saw us and said he'd just
had a cancellation.  The reserved table was at the back but since
very few were there, we quickly swapped the reservation sign with a
table up front and had another great view of the big screen TV for this
game.  I mentioned earlier that I tried to get tickets for every
game – usually sitting at work (on a coffee break of course) or at home
– on the days tickets were released by Ticketmaster.  No luck
ever.  But this day, because we were so close to my office and
because we had so much time to kill, I went to my office and tried one
final time to get last minute tickets.  I don't know what would've
happened if a single ticket had come through but I think Tammy Wynette sings a
song about it! 

– just seeing how the people would stream out of their apartments and
houses towards 17th Ave (aka The Red Mile) after every Flames victory
(we lived only six blocks from the action ourselves) and then the
traffic (people and vehicular) on 17th Ave (they blocked the whole
street to vehicles after the Flames won their second series I think)
was pretty cool. 

– the crush of standing in a crowd of anywhere from 20 000 to 50 000
(during the final series) yet the way that it was always so peaceful
and calm. 

– and yes, there were a lot of girls flashing
(most people put a NSFW – “not safe for work” disclaimer on links like
this but a) I don't know where you work so how do I know if pictures of
boobs aren't allowed there and b) if a link called “girls flashing”
doesn't tell you enough about what you might see, you deserve whatever
punishment may come if you click on the link!  Er, I just clicked
on it myself and though most of the pics are pretty tame, some of the
ads on the site are pretty hardcore so be forewarned.)  Anyhow I
barely saw any booblies whether I was down there but I do admit that I
looked at the pictures on the page
linked above – mainly to see if there was anyone I knew!  There
was one urban legend-type story circulating about a middle-aged man who
visited the site linked above and was shocked to see pictures of his
daughter flashing.  Yikes! 

This is a horrible thought but there's a small part of me that hopes
the Flames won't do as well this year because I'd hate for them to make
the finals again and not to be there.  One of the ways that I
justified leaving Calgary when we did was that the NHL was having its
lockout and I wouldn't be able to get to any games for the next year
anyhow – unlike the odd game I was able to get at during the time we
did live in Calgary. 

Some Final "Spirit of Librarianship" Stuff

…and then I'll shut up about it. 



In a blog post after I won, I said I'd put a “what I really wanted to say” acceptance speech online (as
opposed to what I did say having not really prepared a speech and being
half-drunk and trying to talk while standing on a chair in a bar full
of other drunks.)  So here's my shot at that:




Jason's Virtual “Spirit of Librarianship” Acceptance Speech
“First off, I want to accept this Award on behalf of all the other
nominees.  All of us are deserving of the award by virtue of our
nomination and I don't think of myself so much as winning the award as
sharing it with all of you. 

I want to thank the various people that nominated me and also those who
voted for me.  It's an honour that all of you took the time to
make your feelings known on my behalf. 

I want to thank my student mentor Sabina Iseli-Otto and my unofficial
second mentor, David Jackson, for giving me a two-for-the-price-of-one
mentorship that inspired me on a continual basis to try to make things
happen in this school.

I also want to accept this on behalf of my classmates. To me, the Spirit of Librarianship takes many forms and I
think that all of us have virtues that embody that spirit in some
way.  If I had time, I'd go through the class list and say why I
think each of you deserves a part of this award.  But above
everything else, to me, the Spirit of Librarianship is about equality
and fairness.  So giving an award that singles one person out is,
in some strange way, contrary to what I think the Spirit of
Librarianship actually is. 

I went so far as to ask if I could have “Jason Hammond – on Behalf of
the Class of Winter 2006” put on the plaque but they said there wasn't
room.  Still, if anyone wants to list “Co-recipient of the Winter
2006 Spirit of Librarianship Award” on their resume, I would strongly
encourage you to do so.  If any future employer needs to verify
this fact, have them call me!

I was joking with someone that this award should be called the “Most
Naive Librarian Award” because that's what it feels like sometimes –
that I am being acknowledged for my childlike belief in the purity of
what librarians do.  If I do have any impact in winning this, I
hope that it's maybe opened up a similar window to those of you who are
here, just for the piece of paper or just for the good-paying job you
might get at the end of your studies. 

I didn't know there was a Spirit of Librarianship Award when I came to
FIMS and did the things that I did simply because, in my opinion, they
needed doing.  I hope this thought continues to inspire me (and
might inspire you) as we go into the “real world” in the future.” 

Linda Bussiere's E-mail
Linda Bussiere sent out a very kind e-mail to the entire department
(faculty and students) the day after I won the Award.  I'm
reprinting it here with her permission:

Congratulations to Jason Hammond, who was awarded the Spirit of Librarianship Award last evening!

Jason is a first-semester Master of Library and Information Science student who hit the ground running in this program. He galvanized his co-hort by organizing social events the very first week of school -- introducing
many of us to the Jessamyn West book, "Revolting Librarians Redux", and sharing his enthusiasm for
librarianship -- getting us all to talk about social responsibility.

In the spirit of the librarian-as-information-faciliator, Jason started a class listserv to promote discussions both academic and social, which has sparked many involved debates about everything library-related. On this listserv, Jason has shared his favorite librarian blogs, preparing his classmates for the real issues that arise
in the library world.

In a spirit of the librarian-as-community-builder, Jason has set up the Lunch Bucket Series, bringing in special
speakers from outside the library community, but within the world of books. The inaugral visit from Kitty Lewis, from Brick Books (recently featured in this month's Quill & Quire) was an occasion that brought library students together, and Jason's passion for all things books made the room hum with excitement.

In his first semester Jason the librarian-as-educator has also collaborated with other students to organize a student reading for Freedom to Read Week, as well as help initiate an new open-access online journal for LIS
students, called Cantilever.

Jason Hammond has received the Spirit of Librarianship Award because he truly embodies the many-faceted
roles of librarian, and without his presence in this program, the true meaning of librarianship would not quite be the same for for all of us!