πŸ”–Read Being a Public Librarian Can Be Dangerous Work, Why Don’t We Acknowledge That? - Electric Literature

Libraries are resolutely radical institutions. They are free to use and open to the public, spaces that demand nothing from you to enter and nothing for you to stay. No exchange of money occurs between library user and library, save for overdue book fees, which are becoming more and more obsolete. Libraries are sanctuaries for the mind, body, and spirit. They are repositories of language, literature, community care, and human growth. And they are also places of objectification, racism, sexual assault, and other human atrocities. They are embodiments of our history and culture, for better, and also for worse.

It’s really weird to have been the precocious teen on the Internet 25 years ago and be the old person in the writer academia Discord server now.

In other news, Season 5 of TNG is stacked with memorable episodes. Darmok. Silicon Avatar. The Game. Ethics. The Innermost Light. Time’s Arrow. πŸ––πŸ»πŸ“Ί

Yesterday I helped my parents sort out the logistics of making the house more accessible for my mom when she’s using mobility aids. A few hours later my kid got sick & we were up much of the night. Caregiving is a 24/7/365 deal. I chose it & it’s still a lot.

Me, thinking about the logistics of attending my sister’s Master’s hooding: I mean, how many times does your sister finish graduate school?

wait for it

Me: Three, if you’re my siblings. Hmm.

I would like to thank the fine people at Nintendo of America for making the Easter Bunny’s job much easier this year.

M: Did you get me the toys and candy? Me: What do you want the story to be, baby? M: I want it to be the Easter Bunny. Me: Okay. The Easter Bunny got them.

My kid, raised in a mostly secular witchy agnostic home but with a vague understanding of holiday stories, after I explain that the Pharisees in Jesus Christ Superstar are worried Jesus will get too much political power:

“Why would they be worried about a baby?”

My closest friends are now the crow who hangs out in my yard and the moon. Also, I received a shipment of crystal-infused bath products today so… Not getting LESS witchy in my middle age.