Monthly Archives: February 2013

How the Mighty Have Fallen

When I was a student here, the library had one floor, orange chairs, and a card catalog.

Newfangled Contraption

No, a real one. With actual cards. It looked sort of like this:

However, those days are past. We now store information in and locate books via an online database, called an OPAC (Online Public Access Catalog). And those old cards, well…

Catalog cards in the recycle bin.

That’s right. We’re getting rid of the old catalog cards. But before they go, I took a last look through them, and found some cool stuff.

From the classics:

books books books

To the Hopkins classics:

Because there is no more creative name than "Hopkins Literary Magazine."

From the “I’m so glad there’s now a backspace:”


To the “Why is this in our library?”

No, really, why?

No, really, why?

And if anyone can tell me what this is, I’d appreciate it. Because IT IS WEIRD:

Somewhere, someone has formed an apocalyptic conspiracy theory about these symbols.

Somewhere, someone has formed an apocalyptic conspiracy theory about these symbols.

The last thing I found was a stack of Senior Project catalog cards from 1998 and  1999. So hello, old friends.


And goodbye, catalog cards. You had a good run.

-signing off, Kit Gette (who learned to stop worrying and love the OPAC)

Vagabond Librarians: Snowed In Edition

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KG: Greetings from East Rock!

JB: Greetings from North Haven/Wallingford/Almost Meriden!

As I vagabond from town to town based on the availability of nourishment, unread books, Netflix and Hulu+ accounts, and other supplies, I cannot help but compare my life to The Passage. Except there are no virals. And the human race isn’t on the verge of collapse. And I don’t have to fear being turned into a viral. And stuff. BUT, those main characters often had to scrape by with very little.

Ok. My life is nothing like The Passage right now. But sometimes dreams come true! (I just thought about being attacked by a viral and changed my mind) KG: Yeah, that seems more like a nightmare to me.

KG: Meanwhile, I’m just vagabonding to the corner store and back. They’re surprisingly well stocked. Except for milk.  No-one has milk. But it’s awfully fun to walk down the middle of Orange St (others are skiing/snowshoeing). I still obey all traffic signals. Safety first.

I’m pretty sure they don’t have milk in The Passage. Maybe from sheep? I’m in the middle of reading it right now, on the advice of Ms. Barrows. You may have noticed that she’s….enthusiastic about the book.

JB: If you cannot tell, we have lost some of our cohesive writing skills during #nemo2013.

KG: But what we lack in ability we make up for with enthusiasm! Or cabin fever.

JB: But not cabin fever. Librarians never reach that state of panic. We have ALL the books to read!

KG: I finished The Bedlam Detective, a mystery set in Victorian England. The main character is an investigator for the Master of Lunacy, who decides if crazy rich guys are crazy enough to be institutionalized at Bedlam Hospital (and have their fortunes taken over by the state). It’s filled with murder and monsters and doomed trips to the Amazon. And I just had to think about it for a bit, because I got it a little mixed up with Dodger, another Victorianish book that I read in the past week, but one that is very different in tone. I preferred Dodger, but then, I’m a big Terry Pratchett fan.

JB: …my parents are making me eat dinner now. My mom literally just said “no computers at the dinner table.” (If you think these things end with adulthood, you are wrong. Just wait until you have to crash at your parents’ house during a snowstorm)

JB: And I’m back. Dinner with my parents didn’t remind me of this, but I randomly remembered that I finished The Twelve (the sequel to The Passage) Friday night.

KG: Hello again.

JB: Hello Mr. Gette. So The Twelve. It is quite difficult to discuss this book without giving away information about the plot (yes, spoilers, Mr. Gette). I will just say that Justin Cronin masterfully composed a 2nd installment of a trilogy. Not quite The Godfather II (it doesn’t necessarily exceed the 1st installment), but definitely a solid, entertaining, nail-biting book. I am still hooked on the trilogy, and I eagerly await book 3. Now I am reading The Warmth of Other Suns, a narrative non-fiction about the Great Migration. Excellent so far, and I promise a book review in the future.

KG: No spoilers, please. I really need to finish The Passage. A job for tomorrow? By the way, every book mentioned in this post is available in the Calarco Library. As soon as we return them.

JB: Time to close this out?
KG: I think so.

JB: Stay warm, stay safe, stay awesome, Hopkins. We will see you again…someday.

-Signing off Jenny Barrows (who is going to go walk her dog…I mean slide down the street with her dog)  and Kit Gette (who makes abominable snowmen)

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