I loved them as a child. There was something quite sublime about seeing so many stories and the visual of that much information. Every resource was totally accessible yet there was a hide and seek involved in finding what you wanted. Librarians were lovely, super smart and patient. Similar to churches, there was a quiet reverence to knowledge. I guess seeking out a book or piece of information is an earnest task after all.
I cherish libraries now because of their respect for silence. Going to a library, by virtue of its silence, is a act of solitude, however I can’t really remember the last time I went to one.
I worry about the future of libraries. Even though I rarely visit them, I selfishly still want the option of being able to. With the rise of e-books, self publishing and already having so much information readily available online, what’s to become of all those resources?
Are libraries irrelevant?
Months of momentary thoughts have lead me to play with a few ideas for the future of libraries.
It’s been almost two years since my last holiday. Slack. I remember the zeal I felt for travel (and regular breaks) after my last trip. It waned. It always does. And sadly becomes another thing at the bottom of my to do list.
I’m scheduled to take a week off with Wolf next week (can’t wait) and it’s spurred me to plan an adventure. I like the notion of travelling now that he can be entertained by his PSP, PS Vita and DSi during flights.
It would just be the two of us going so I have to carefully consider our options. We need to go during the school holidays. I want him to experience new and different cultures. I want us to share stories. And I need to be able to get by with the basics of a different language. Man I suck at learning new languages.
So. Our choices so far are Japan for two weeks or Scotland, Paris, Spain and Greece for 3-4 weeks. I love Japan however, we can visit my Dad’s family in Scotland and my gorgeous cousin in Greece (on a Greek Island!) with our European option.
Who am I kidding? There’s definitely a clear winner, isn’t there?
this ad was sent around the office today and it sparked such funny conversations around which girl we would be and walks of shame in general.
it’s such a season for them.
and although i have technically never done such a walk, i imagine that if i had, it probably would have involved a dress up costume, dancing all night, some very wild hair and a pair of very conservative parents at my doorstep, having mixed up the dates of a play date with wolf… who wasn’t home.