British Library Archives Video Game Culture

The British library has begun archiving video game websites and materials to preserve the culture of the gaming industry and its peoples.

I have heard of people archiving video games (my cousin has over 45 original Nintendo games in his garage) but I think keeping the culture might be dangerous.  Imagine researchers of the future combing through message boards and comments, the thousands of files of the word "First!"  Think of how our computer overlords will look back and hear screaming 12 year olds calling out for death to campers.  Those robots will then take that as prophesy for the how the National Parks system was destroyed and view them as historical facts. 

Just be careful what you say about the next Skyrim update, I'm just saying.

British Library starts videogame website archive project - The Independent

Couple Finds Love Volunteering at Library, Let's Do Some Happy Valentine Crap

The following story link is about a couple finding each other after they volunteered at a local library book sale.  It is cute.  And above my paygrade for a cheap Valentine's post, so here's my synopsis of my favorite Valentine movie, Predator.

A military group goes into the jungle to kill all kinds of stuff.  An alien comes to a planet to practice the most dangerous hunt.  What they find is love.  A story of mudwrestling, heat, and barechested violence, Predator is a story that warms the heart with its explosive conclusion.

LOVE AMONG THE STACKS: Couple finds romance volunteering at local library book ... - Baxter Bulletin

Valentine at the Banned Library

It has been unseasonably warm at the Banned Library, both in temperature and temperament.  As the February sun beams down on the small town of Bannville, a controversy begins...

Little Beckie Thompson could not sit still during Mrs. Betty's story time.  The circulation librarian was not well versed in entertaining children, especially with her uninspired rendition of "Green Eggs and Ham".  Beckie looked around her, noticing all the other patrons milling around attempting not to notice Betty somehow damaging each rhyme as she created run-on sentence after run-on sentence.

Beckie noticed several adults going to the back of the library, to the door to the basement where the computers were kept.  As Betty stumbled on with foxes in boxes, Beckie stood up and wondered towards the door and down the steps.

The florescent lighting cast harsh shadows around the figures hunched over their computer screens.  Naomi the Reference librarian stood over the printer, staring at the pages pouring out.  Beckie wove her way into the cubical garden, staring at the flashing screens.  She stopped in front of one man, one screen where the shapes on the screen hold her attention.

Norma Thompson, Beckie's mother, stood up from the terminal.  Checking her watch, she gathered her purse and books and began walking to pick up Beckie.  As she walked down the aisle, she was shocked to see her daughter standing in the computer lab.

"Beckie?" Norma said.

Beckie did not move.  She seemed transfixed at the screen of the man in front of her.  

"Beckie?" Norma said again.  She began walking toward her daughter, cursing the older men who hung around the library watching "My Little Pony."  What do they call them? she thought, thinking back to the news report she saw a few weeks ago.  Goonies?  Moonies?  Bronies, that was it.

Norma took her daughter's hand.  Beckie looked up at her mother and pointed to the screen.  Norma looked and screamed as loud as she could.

I was sitting in my office when I heard the scream.  I did not get up from my chair.  Despite what you hear about libraries being tombs of silent study, a good bit of noise does go on.  Plus, Betty was outside doing story time and Naomi was downstairs.  While Dave from Tech Serve is often out of pocket, I bet in a pinch even he would lend a hand.  

No, I do not often have to worry about the screams.  Not until the authorities become involved, anyway.  I just have to worry about getting my girlfriend some flowers on the Internet.  Normally I would go down to Forgiveness Flowers on Second Street and get some tulips and a simple vase, but I am avoiding the owner, Ed, after I chose not to use his overpriced poinsettias around the library for Christmas this year.  How much does something have to cost that people only appreciate once a year?

So, here I am, trying to pick between “Lover’s Bouquet” with the red vase and the “Tulips for Kissing” with the optional stuffed bear when Norma bursts into my office.

No one ever knocks on my office door.  I am not even sure why it is there.  It is as if the door was constructed only for folks to make dramatic entrances.

“Mr. Banned!  Do you know what my daughter just saw?” she says.

I put on my most non-threatening, dealing-with-a-mad mother smile and say, “Norma, so good to see you.  How is little Bethany?”

“Beckie.  Her name is Beckie. And she is traumatized.”  

Behind Norma I see little Beckie.  She peaks her head around her mother’s hips and gives me a toothy grin.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“My daughter was looking for me in that basement you call a computer center when she saw a man...”

“Yes?” I say, my heart dropping just a little.

Norma reaches down and clasps her hands over Beckie’s ears, “Pornography.  He was looking at pornography.”

“Oh, I am so sorry.  We do not allow that kind of material to be displayed in the library,” I stand up, attempting to look in charge of something, “In fact, it is against Mississippi law for those types of materials to be displayed in public.  I’ll look in to this at once.”

That must have sounded at least a little convincing because her scowl has become a slight smile.  A vengeful one, but a smile none the less.

“What are you gonna do to him?” she asks, her smile growing a little more.

“I’m sorry, but this is more of a library matter now.  But don’t worry, something will be done,” I say as I walk around my desk, “Would you like to wait for a bit in my office?”

I see little Beckie eyeing my candy jar so I reach in and give her a root beer sucker while her mother looks around my office.  Distracted by the assortment of old movie posters and various science fiction memorabilia, Norma does not notice the hand-off or Beckie slide the sucker into her pocket.

“No, we need to go,” Norma says, “Thank you for hearing me out.”

“You are very welcome,” I say.  Her shoulders relax and she guides little Beckie out of the office and to the front door.  

I watch them from my window as they leave.  People do not realize this, but the librarians see everything, the whole of the community.  We know your secrets, even if you do not say anything, even through closed doors in an office.  We do not spy, that would be unprofessional, but librarians by nature are inquisitive knowledge seekers.  

Take Beckie and Norma, for instance.  Beckie likes Dr. Seuss, but also sometimes looks at the big picture books, looking for Waldo and gravitates to books where father’s are a big topic. 

Norma likes romance and fantasy books but has spent some time in our legal section reading up on divorce.  She also likes to go online and talk with distant friends.  She was once a dancer, graceful and disciplined on stage.  You can still see it when she walks.  But she met someone who excited her, someone in the military, and moved south and had a family.  She still keeps in contact with all her dancer friends.  She still dreams about where she was, mostly on nights when she and her daughter come home to an empty house because her husband’s job, his service, requires him to be away for most of the year.  

She thinks of divorcing him sometimes, of leaving little Beckie with his parents.  Then he would have to come home.  Then her daughter would know her daddy.  Then Norma could dance again.

But that’s a selfish dream, one she only entertains for fleeting moments, for times when she comes to the library and sees the books that can tell her how to go through with it.  The dream is nothing she will ever do, could ever do.  Especially in those brief times when he comes home and the house is filled with the smell of shoe polish and oil.  The times he is back and in the garage working on the old car with books she collected from the library.  When she can take him and their daughter to story time.  

Beckie sits in her daddy’s lap during story time.  She’s very quiet and still and listens with her head against his chest.  After the story, the two of them pull out the big picture books and find Waldo.  Then they check out a dozen Dr. Seuss so he can read them to her at bed time.  Before he leaves again.

How do I know all this?  I watch, I listen, I check people out.  I know about them and learn about them.  

I step out of my office when Beckie and Norma are in their car and on their way home.  I ask Betty how story time went and she says, “Fine.”  I decide not to push the issue as to why a child could wander away when it was right in front of her, but then I am certain little Beckie could out smart our circulation librarian every day of the week.

I go downstairs and ask Naomi what happened and she gives me the briefing.  She already talked to the man.  He was looking at a medical website where he was researching a very personal injury when the little girl came up.  The man, embarrassed and shocked by Norma’s screaming, had already left.  To be sure, Dave checked the computer’s history and the story panned out.  No harm done.

I head back to my office.  Sitting down, I stare at the computer screen with the array of flowers and stuffed animals and balloons and vases.  I think about the Thompson’s, Norma and Beckie and their father far off, working hard.  I wonder if halfway across the world that man is staring at a similar screen and wondering if Norma would like either “Tulips for Kissing” or the “Roses are Rediculous” bouquets.  

Happy Valentine’s, sir.

Mommy Group Mad They Can't Hold Private Meetings at Public Library

A local group named "Cool Mommies" have been told that they can no longer use King County Library System's meeting rooms because the library says they hold private meetings and turn away other members of the public.  The library's policy states that meetings held at the library must be public and the group's behavior of turning away children and others from the area violate that policy.

The debate around this issue has come up often.  Space in a public library is more important than real estate in Manhattan.  To set areas aside for groups to gather and meet means there is space not occupied by library materials.  However, public meeting places are important.  They give groups an area to converge, talk, discuss and meet without bias.  If you reserve a meeting room at a public library, know that you are reserving public space and that all should be welcome.  And throw away your damn trash, we are not your janitors.

If the great duo of "Garfunkle and Oates" got it right when they sang "Pregnant Women are Smug," then the adendem should be that mommies can be a very entitled group.  This issue here is not mommies being snubbed but of a group taking space from the community.  Bravo to the library that keeps all its doors open, both outside and in.

'Cool Mommies' Miffed at Not Being Allowed to Use Kirkland Library Room - Patch.com

Library's Need a Pirate Mentality

Getting an MLIS would be so much more fun if it were more like how you Joined the navy back in the day:

"I went out drinking with these librarians... Next thing I knew I woke up in the stacks with nothing but a cataloging manual and a cart of books.  A disembodied voice yelled out 'Shelve or die, page!' 

Over the next couple of months I would run across a new cart with more books and I would shelve those, too.  All I had to eat was stale popcorn and juice boxes. 

Then, slowly, I learned the way of the Dewey and found my way out of the stacks.  I learned I was the only one of my group to do so, making me worthy of the title 'library assistant.'  After a few more years, battling incoming patrons and manning the computer lab, I made friends with The Director.  Less and less was I told to go out to the desk.  I was made a part of the institution.

One day she bid me into her office.  'I am not the true Director' she said, 'The real Director has been retired for years and living quite comfortably in Florida.  The next shift change, I too shall retire and leave you the library.'

Good to her word, she retired and I took her position after we found a new crew.  Every once in a while she would pop back in, all the while calling me Director.  And that's how I became The Director of the library."

Yeah, I wish it was that way.  I wish it was so that when the Director retired, they moved a worthy soul up and hired from the bottom.  But looking at library job postings can tell you this is not the common practice.  Why would you want to get new blood in the profession, anyway?  Might as well only advertise for director positions, it is not like those new graduates know anything useful. 

And going out drinking after work would be so much more fun if we could kidnap people.  Just saying.

Something about Penguins Hating Libraries

Penguin Books has pulled its e-titles from publisher Overdrive and from library lending programs. 

Penguin (and other companies that have pulled their support for library lending) claim that putting their books out there for free to the public encourages piracy and profit loss.  I can see their point.  Library's have always promoted piracy.  This past year alone I can not count how many times I caught little old ladies hunched over the copy machine with a copy of The Help.  You have to watch those crazy ladies.

Penguin Stops Selling e-Books to Libraries - Publishers Weekly

Library Threatens Salvation Army Prom Dresses

The Union County library is looking for prom dresses for a second annual prom dress and accessory sale at the library to be held soon.

I struggle to find a point to this.  Yes, it is a community event that will bring people to the library.  Yes, it provides a service to those people looking for cheap and nice dresses.  Does this help the library mission, though?  Does this mean we can expand the library to overtake the local Salvation Army?

I can picture that.  The library staff literally going to the matresses, taking on the bright boys in red of the S.A. over an estate sale of a retiree.  Can the library get the headboard and half the coffee cup collection?  Those could fund next year's performance of Marco the Exquisite's magic show for the summer reading program.  That monkey lamp?  It could be gold on eBay. 

Hell, let's expand the book sale to include a farmer's market, open extra early Sunday morning.  I bet that will up the checkouts on the new James Patterson.
Union County library seeks prom dresses, accessories - Palladium-Item