I’m also finally reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, and I’m feeling about it just the way I felt about this fortune cookie from Pei Wei.
“”Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?”
— Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
I’m getting a little worked up just trying to write this first sentence.
Throughout the handful of years I’ve been in my career, I’ve witnessed many occurrences that have made me reflect on what a privileged life I have lived thus far, and how lucky I am to continue to do so. During some of these situations, I have had to sit by helplessly and watch authorities handle a situation; luckily, during most of these events, I am able to provide the needed resources and service to others.
Yesterday, my library hosted the United States Citizenship and Immigration Services who performed an Independence Day themed Naturalization Ceremony to 50 new Americans. It was my first time being privy to a naturalization ceremony, and I even got the chance to welcome them to the library and (stutter) across the message of how fitting it is that such a democratic process would take place in this democratic institution.
Its a little nationalist, and I sometimes hate feeling that way because I really don’t think we as Americans have the right to simply declare that we’re the “best country ever kthx God bless us always”, but these 50 individuals chose freely to become citizens and pursue opportunity.
Going in for an interview has got to be the most dreaded thing ever.
As usual, feeling a maelstrom of emotions — excited, nervous, and anxious for a position that I could potentially rock and(!) grow in… but also trepidation, for leaving my current position only 5 months in, with unfinished business and unfinished plans.
But one must take the opportunity or else never know!
I spent all of last night rehashing the question: “Why are you the best candidate for this position?” oy.
In lieu of indescribable emotions — is this legit?
Plus, a ton of moon cycles, and sunrises that I actually got up for. Trees, banana spiders, and learning how to ride a bike, and being so incredibly busy as a Children’s Librarian once more that my to-do list is never-ending.
Can’t — and won’t — complain. Some people don’t get a chance to grow up and fulfill their dreams.
Co-culture: breaking the negativity of stereotypes by embracing certain parts of them and rendering them to be a positive characterization of a group. Supposedly.
Librarians are called superheros, stewards of information, master searchers — Google with a heart and soul and people-skills. These people-skills allow me to either (a) yell over the din of crazy afternoon school-children to get them to lower their voices, or (b) figure out that said kids are just bored and to get them to quiet the heck down, pull them into a shotgun program of origami, storytime, craft, etcetcetc.
I don’t think I’ve shushed anyone in my entire career.
Funny thing about this is, my friend’s depiction of me as a Super-Susher is somewhat accurate, right? Despite not being literally true, somehow me, and her, and all the rest of our colleagues, have the wherewithall, the wit, and the people-skills to indeed quiet the inherent craziness that is found in a public space.
Plus, such a reification of that it makes me feel like a (mofo) ADULT doing thangs and getting thangs done.