Video Killed the Radio Star

The process of acclimating to a new place is always complicated. I don’t even think I was entirely acclimated to the last apartment, but here I am again, in the process of learning all those little details: how to turn on the shower, where the light switches are, where the buses go from here…and, of course, trying to remember what I used to do before wifi.

I know that I did things. I was born into the digital age, but I have certainly not always had access. I spent a few formative years a little off the beaten path. However…it has been quite a long time, and while I spend this week waiting to be reconnected to the wired world (and I am not very patient as my currently in a coffee shop status will indicate), I’ve gotten to think a lot about that.

I use the internet for a great deal: keeping up with current events, checking the weather, communicating with my friends, my colleagues, my employers…making sure the bus is on time, preliminary novel research, trip planning. I suppose it might be safe to say the internet is more than a little deeply ingrained into my life.

Not to mention how that effects being a librarian nowadays. Several months ago, a nice gentleman came in, wandered about confused for a moment or two and asked me in a concerned voice, “where is the card catalogue?”

Vividly, I remember the little typeset cards. There isn’t anything like that in our library anymore. It really hits me with a wave of nostalgia. I love old things like those little typeset cards, but I’m not going to say the digital age is evil. As I’ve already established, I benefit a fair bit from it as well. Plenty has been written decrying it (for example: an article, I personally found more than a little elitist, but perhaps that is just my perception.), but as with all things…I suppose it just takes a little balance.

Speaking of which, the process of hand-printing my first chapbook will begin next week. After I have wifi so that I can look up a few things from home.

Current Reading: Roald Dahl’s Book of Ghost Stories


A Blog? For now…

Like any good Converse All-star wearing teenager who had a “hard time of it” (who didn’t?) in high school. I have long kept (And when I say long kept, I mean going on six years now) an online journal — I also kept, and will continue to keep as I find myself moderately addicted to the process, a paper journal. Both are quite resplendent in their contents.

However, as I grow into the fascinating twenty-something I find myself considered (and believe me, it’s completely awkward to be suddenly considered an adult, when I still look in the mirror and see the “Converse All-star wearing teenager who had a hard time of it in high school”), I was confronted with a dilemma. I was still stuck on becoming a professional writer/ creative type. Every once and while people had told me I had a knack for the thing and, well, it’s nice to get the ego padded every once and awhile. It’s bad when the idea sticks though…at least it was for me, now doomed to aspire to the career of traveling minstrel.

And! With everyone saying that in order to achieve this bizarre-if-you-take-ten-seconds-to-think-about-it goal, you have to have a “web presence” aka a blog, this disaster happened. So…what exactly is this?

Well, officially it’s my “writing” blog and narcissistic form of self-validation and marketing. I’m also quite a few things other than a writer (as many tend to be the random thing or two), so those might crop up too on occasion. For example, I was born and raised and spent 99.9% of my life in a little heart-shaped state woefully attached to Lake Erie and now I find myself a graduate student at the University of Michigan. Ever seen those old ESPN “If it wasn’t for sports, this wouldn’t be disgusting” commercials? Life is just full of those dichotomies, isn’t it?

I’m also a librarian of the “old school” aka archival science student aka weird person who gets all teary-eyed about really old junk, but oppositionally also a systems librarian who finds herself programming, coding, statisticing and databasing a surprisingly large amount of her time. I even know Python and Java, something I try not to admit to my poor father who programed with COBOL.

I could go on with the duality. I’ll spare you.

And so, the introduction post is over for now. Maybe I’ll delve into my actual writing and other such things shortly. Because that’s exactly what the world needs: another blog from an aspiring authoress. I can only promise you that mine will contain occasional urban decay and far fewer sparkly things…unless it’s sparkly urban decay. Move along, folks, nothing more to see here. Seriously.