I have my own mini-following at the library. I have a group of kids from India who I have befriended because I have shown them the wonders of the library catalog. You probably know that India’s movie industry ranks second only the U.S. in terms of money generated and Bollywood I think doubles Hollywood’s annual production of movies. Any these kids love movies and I have shown them that with their library card, I can get them movies. It’s very cool to connect with these kids who are now bringing in family members to get cards and explore the collection.
Writing from out on the reference desk. I know I probably shouldn’t because it takes away my full attention from the library floor. But there really isn’t much going on right now. It’s what I refer to as the witching hour. It gets eeirly quiet minus the people who don’t know how to shut off their cell phone ringers. It’s the calm before the after school storm. Any minute know a hoard of elementary and junior high kids will overtake our fair library and the network will be clogged with terminals accessing Facebook, YouTube and a host of gaming sites.
Comic-Con was yesterday. Not the New York or San Diego Comic-Con. But the Boise Public Library at Hillcrest Comic-Con. My Comic-Con. As an acquaintance said to me at a bar last night when I told her about the program, “Comics at the library? Can you get any more fucking nerdy?” No. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t fun. My library has cultivated a niche with families – a good thing. However, I was hoping to draw teens and adults. The few that came were unfortunate cast-offs because I had to devote so much time to kids. Lessons learned for next year.
I was listening to Bill Simmons’ podcast today. He was talking with columnist Chuck Klosterman about the time being right for a current athlete to come out; that society is ready. Given non-reaction people had to Neil Patrick Harris and the popularity of shows like Glee, they are probably right. All I know, I see nothing but acceptance from the kids who come to the library. I know at least three openly gay kids and they hang out with the jocks and skaters at its no big deal. That is certainly a far cry from when I was a teen.
So some genius decided to throw a yellow 1 billiard ball through one of our library’s eight-foot tempered glass windows last night. Shattered. Don’t know why though I wonder about the history of the 1 ball. It’s a bit scuffed from the impact but otherwise its nondescript. Was it taken from a bar? There are a couple of crap bars a few blocks away but it seems unlikely. My back story has to do with a young, misunderstood ruffian kicked out of his girlfriend’s parents rec room for wandering hands. It was an act fueled by anger, frustration, and a 14-year-old’s boner.