catagator:

These two pictures from the director of the Ferguson Public Library and the library’s instagram are also worth sharing. 

TAXONOMY

librarianproblems:

EXPECTATION:

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REALITY:

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Submitted by Megan

The ability to read becomes devalued when what one has learned to read adds nothing of importance to one’s life.

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Underlined passage, Walden by Henry David Thoreau, page 85.

I don’t know about you, but I could sure use a cottage full of books.

We all build internal sea walls to keep at bay the sadnesses of life and the often overwhelming forces within our minds. In whatever way we do this—through love, work, family, faith, friends, denial, alcohol, drugs, or medication, we build these walls, stone by stone, over a lifetime.
strandbooks:

Bookmark found in a book.
It’s better smelled than seen.

strandbooks:

Bookmark found in a book.

It’s better smelled than seen.

What an odd thing a diary is: the things you omit are more important than those you put in.
I Am Not Afraid of Robots. I Am Afraid of People.
Universal: ‘Fifty Shades’ Trailer Scores Historic 100M Views In First Week
What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real.
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"Every effect that one produces gives one an enemy. To be popular one must be a mediocrity." — Lord Henry from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

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"Every effect that one produces gives one an enemy. To be popular one must be a mediocrity."
— Lord Henry from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

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Poet and short story writer Raymond Carver died in Port Angeles, Washington on this day in 1988 (aged 50). He is buried at Ocean View Cemetery in Port Angeles. The inscription on his tombstone reads:LATE FRAGMENTAnd did you get whatyou wanted from this life, even so?I did.And what did you want?To call myself beloved, to feel myselfbeloved on the earth.GRAVYNo other word will do. For that’s what it was.Gravy.Gravy, these past ten years.Alive, sober, working, loving, andbeing loved by a good woman. Eleven yearsago he was told he had six months to liveat the rate he was going. And he was goingnowhere but down. So he changed his wayssomehow. He quit drinking! And the rest?After that it was all gravy, every minuteof it, up to and including when he was told about,well, some things that were breaking down andbuilding up inside his head. “Don’t weep for me,”he said to his friends. “I’m a lucky man.I’ve had ten years longer than I or anyoneexpected. Pure Gravy. And don’t forget it.”Raymond Carver

vintageanchorbooks:

Poet and short story writer Raymond Carver died in Port Angeles, Washington on this day in 1988 (aged 50). He is buried at Ocean View Cemetery in Port Angeles. The inscription on his tombstone reads:

LATE FRAGMENT

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.

GRAVY

No other word will do. For that’s what it was.
Gravy.
Gravy, these past ten years.
Alive, sober, working, loving, and
being loved by a good woman. Eleven years
ago he was told he had six months to live
at the rate he was going. And he was going
nowhere but down. So he changed his ways
somehow. He quit drinking! And the rest?
After that it was all gravy, every minute
of it, up to and including when he was told about,
well, some things that were breaking down and
building up inside his head. “Don’t weep for me,”
he said to his friends. “I’m a lucky man.
I’ve had ten years longer than I or anyone
expected. Pure Gravy. And don’t forget it.”

Raymond Carver

vintageanchorbooks:

Ninety years ago today, James Baldwin was born in New York. 
"You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read." 

vintageanchorbooks:

Ninety years ago today, James Baldwin was born in New York. 

"You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read." 

strandbooks:

Two notes and an inscription found in Notes to Myself by Hugh Prather.