To the Patron that just called me…

To the patron that just called me,

Yes we are closed this weekend. Yes I am certain.

No I am not giving you the number of the “most superior librarian” in the main library. Call the main number for their hours since you don’t believe me.

We are not National Archives. We share the same zip code, that’s it.

No we don’t have “all the shooting stuff” from Kennedy (see above).

No I cannot tell you all of the rules for getting a readers card off the top of my head for NARA just because I’m an archives student.

No I don’t know where you can find “all the genealogy stuff from not too far back, but kinda far back” unless you give me locations, names, dates, etc. I am not your hired genealogist, either.

I can’t tell you if we have “classic radio shows from the 1930’s” unless you tell me what they are. No I cannot tell you where to find them if we don’t have them.

To conclude, just because I am an archives student working in a library doesn’t mean I magically know where everything you’ve ever wanted to see or know about is located.

Do us all a favor and Google it.

Kind Regards,

A Very Patient Archives Student


Calling all Muggles and Hobbits, It’s Election Day!

I know this may alienate some readers, but I’m passionate about fighting for equal rights no matter gender, orientation, creed or culture.

Just remember, if you vote for Romney, Gandalf and Dumbledore will be sad.

Don’t disappoint the Wizards

Wizards for Obama





E-mail and the French

I’ve decided that I don’t like technology.

This statement is in fact extremely detrimental to my future career considering I want to be a DIGITAL archivist, meaning that technology is at the very core and soul (could you even say it has a soul?) of the occupation. But the reason I make this blasphemous statement as a blogger is all because of Gmail, well e-mail in general.

After a million e-mails sent to directors, coordinators, human resource administrators and faceless employers I’ve realized that no matter how hard you try it is damn near impossible to stand out on the interwebs. At least professionally. I know I’ll stand out if I eat two bananas and drink a liter of Sprite in 5 minutes because people finding puking videos on the internet entertaining, especially if it is a fad (thank you to Daniel Tosh of Tosh.O for your nauseating episode). But I cannot perform such a feat and expect to get a job in a library: Vomit is tough to get off of books (talk about not being acid-free paper, eh?).

I tried being polite, confident, humble, witty, peppy, etc etc etc and no luck. I do have one unpaid internship but like the rest of the free word, I need cold hard cash to keep my bedroom nice and full of lovely lovely books… and my kitchen full of food.

So today instead of banging my head against the wall hoping to get a job without any connections (connections that will supposedly come once I start school) I’m going to read.

Today’s book is brought to you by Elizabeth Robards. Her book With Violets is about the real life relationship between Edouard Manet and his muse Berthe Morisot.

After taking an art history course I fell in love with Manet’s impressionist paintings. Olympia, which is always the favorite, was a nice change up from the leggy seductresses of other paintings. And I like to think each of the subjects in Manet’s paintings have a secret.

So anyway, I was in Borders (RIP) one day with my friend and I said “I wish I could find a novel about Manet” and I looked down at a pile of books on a table, saw the impressionist style cover of With Violets, read the back and said “like this one”. It has been a favorite story of my friend’s for some time now. It was definitely meant to be.

But of course it has taken me some time to catch up on my Bible-length reading list so I have finally rediscovered this book. It is an easy read and very interesting to see into the world of French painting, though when I went to Paris I didn’t quite see the romance of it all. People always tell me about how they LOVED Paris and it was everything they could ever hope it to be but it’s pretty easy to love a place when you’re staying in a 5 star hotel, eating at all the best restaurants and have enough money where it doesn’t matter if you can’t speak French. I could speak a little French, but it doesn’t matter since Parisians wont speak it back. And for your entertainment, just picture me trying to speak French with a severe sinus infection trying to explain to a druggist that I need sinus medicine without psuedophedrine. It was an adventure to say the least. But after hiding in Napoleon’s tomb to cool off things seemed a bit better. Versailles made the trip all worth while.

Napoleon’s Tomb

The front of the palace at Versailles

Anyway, back from my tangent. It’s a decent book. It wont change your life but it’s entertaining and romantic and something good to read after a long day of writing, research and cover letters. And it’s a nice change to read paper after reading so much stuff online. It’s nice to be able to go from blogging to good ol’ fashioned paper sometimes.

P.S: If you’re ever in London and love French Impressionist paintings check out the Somerset House. I think the exhibit is probably still there, if not you can probably ask where it went because it was just fabulous!

Not Family Friendly: A Blog of My Own

I’ve been writing blogs for a while. Just not for myself.

It started off as as a way to appease the chair of the history department at my undergrad college. She wanted a journal of my internship and I was too lazy to go out and buy a notebook.

My first blog… so sophisticated eh?

The second blog I wrote was for my actual internship. I wrote about artifacts, events and exhibits that the historical society was putting on. Interesting but a pain in the neck to get all the information just right.

The third and most current blog (besides this one of course) is for my summer internship. When I first created the blog for the birthplace of a certain famous poet, I thought I would be writing about the actual poet. No, no, no. I’m writing about all the random events they hold. And to get the information it’s like herding cats. Each blog can take up to several days to get all the information straight, especially since it changes every five minutes. Just like the staff here.

So lo and behold, I’m writing my own damn blog. I will write about the fact that Walt Whitman was a sassy gay man, I will not request feedback, I will use whatever transitional words I want and I will NOT repeat the title of the blog in the actual post. That’s a rookie mistake.

Anyway, so here’s a blog about surviving as an archiving student (which is kinda a fancy way of saying I’m a history nerd with job potential).