My Very Own Library Card!
January 13, 2003
left work and went by the post office to mail the truth
        to my mom. she doesn’t understand that her poodle, cooki, is a bad girl
        dog. i mean, the dog is a demon creature with red devil eyes way scarier
        than any goat. so with the truth in the mail, i accomplished one of my
        remaining to-do’s for the weekno doubt the change of the week! (note
        that you have to have changes if you’re creating a changelog)
        this will sound dumb to anyone with a real life, but today, this very
        evening, all by myself, i got a library card! i am now a card-holding
        patron of the champaign public library. ok, it’s true that as a fun-filled
        employee of NCTE, an affiliate organization of the University of Illinois,
        that i can use the u of i library whenever i want. but who the hell wants
        to figure out parking on campus to get some picture books?
        so public library you are my goal, but, wow, have things changed in libraries
        since i was a page at chesterfield county public library back in high
        school. then again, that was twenty-thr, er, a few years ago. there was
        a wild game of chase going on in the picture books. all computer terminals
        were being hogged for video games. and there was a group of teens supposedly
        playing candyland, but making so much noise that the security badge guy
        had to come over and ask them to hushinate. 
        what a darned shame eric wasn’t around! he could have just sauntered over
        and glowered with that Dwight
        D. Eisenhower Statuary Stance (TM) and the hush that would have fallen
        over the room would have been adequate for papal mumblings to be loud
        as a foghorn. 
        oh well. i minded my own business and fetched books and stuff. i scooped
        up three cds (Aladdin and the Magic Lamp with John Hurt and Mickey
        Hart, Brer Rabbit and the Wonderful Tar Baby with Danny Glover
        and Taj Mahal, and Brer Rabbit and Boss Lion with Danny Glover
        and Dr. John). plan to listen to them while walking. then i meandered
        over to the picture books. got June 29, 1999, which i want to create
        a lesson for that we’ll hook up to the calendar
        on the site. besides Wiesner’s books are always so lovely to look at.
        got Jumanji for a tech writing lesson plan we have in the works,
        by Erin Crisp. she has students writing the instructions for a game, and
        after all, in Jumanji it’s so-o-o-o important to "read instructions
        carefully" : ) 
        then i got four books on monsters! for another lesson plan. i own sendak’s
        wild things, so i didn’t get that. with the librarian’s help, we found
        Nothing Scares Us, Go Away, Big Green Monster, It’s Bedtime,
        and Five Ugly Monsters (which is strangely like Five Little
        Monkeys). we have a lesson proposed on using monsters to teach about
        writing detailed descriptions.
        it’s my job to think up an ‘interactive’ for each lesson. understand that
        ‘interactive’ has a special definition. pdfs count as interactives. though
        the more ‘interactive’ an interactive is the better. for the monsters,
        i was thinking about the silly Fraser
        the Eraser "rub-a-dub-dub" BBC monster, and then mr. potatohead
        danced through my head, and i thought that maybe I could create a "monster
        machine." sort of a cross between magnetic poetry and mr. potatohead.
        ok, maybe not that original. we’ll have to see.
        i’m not sure about the interactives for the other two books i have. i
        guess it wouldn’t be too difficult to come up with some ‘follow the instructions
        or things go horribly wrong’ thing. but how do you make things go wrong
        on the Internet? well, what i mean is how do you make them go wrong in
        ways that allow you to keep a job in k12 education? 
        enough on my day occupations though. i should get back to the brainclogging
        blogging that gravel-lord rich wants me to do. sigh…