April 1st, 2005

b/g - in the library

just call me research girl

Buried in books. Covered and surrounded on all sides by complex constructions and fitful dialogues. I rediscovered the library today. Not just any library, though. Not just a couple of floors with some books in the Dewey Decimal. No, we're talking serious library here. Six massive floors, stocked and stacked with journals and annals, theory and practice, kept by fluttering research assistants and silent re-shelvers.

What did I learn from all of this?

* Some foul breed of person, some idiot who has no concept of lending and borrowing, mangles books. And UT has enough of them that they either didn't notice or put them back on the shelves anyway. I found, to my horror, highlighted passages. Pencil underlines that hadn't been erased. Scribbles with meaning in the margin. Honestly, people should think twice about that anyway - your scribbles may sound like the words of the gods to you, but to me, who has to come along and read them later? I'm already annoyed that you desecrated the library book. Every word you commit to the margins just seems more inane by the second. I'm all for writing in your books if they're *yours* and you never plan to sell them or make anyone else look at them but you. But a library book?? The whole purpose is for lending.

* On the good side, there have been improvements since the first time I did this. Online catalogues bursting with PDFs of Journals I'd never be able to access any other way. Bibliographies upon bibliographies. It's part of why I brought home ... counting ... 9 books with me. So cool. I want to read it all.

* Oh, and there's *NO LIMIT* to the number of books I can check out. The librarian actually used those words. No Limit. My brain is just ... on overload.

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Yay reading! Reading is good and fun. Seriously. Of course, it's a good thing, because I now have to read all of these things by the end of the weekend to write my paper. *ducks head* yeah, going now. Bye.