#flower #ppatch #seattle (at Coleman Park P-Patch) Https://www.instagram.com/p/BoJzaFdn6LB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6ucj5mx0a6io

Also non book stuff too, DVDs, CDs, audiobooks, ebooks, 3d printing (not everywhere but more places than you'd think), computer access, bathrooms!

And lots of libraries have self-checkout now if you don't want to interact with anybody! Although it's good to get to know your library staff if that's an option since they're great resources.

Libraries are such an incredible resource and as a voracious reader I am so thankful we get to enjoy them!

...I had a guy come in today asking about how to get his kids library cards. I told him. He asked me how hard it would be for them to get them, and I said that all it took was their presence and his government ID.

He told me about how nice the system was here, where it was so easy to get a card; he said that there was a beautiful public library in Beijing that was top of the line and everything, but that the only way to access it was if you were a high ranking government official or a top professor or something. Instead, our library "serves the reader." His kids will be able to take chapter books home at no cost. He'll even be able to get books in Chinese here so that his native language skills don't atrophy.

I didn't even really know what to say, so I told him how to ask us to buy books for him that we don't already have so that he can still read them at no extra cost. I don't know how to shore up what it must feel like to know that there are books out there you can't read; I've always grown up with a good library nearby. It reminded me of working in my old library, though, where families who spoke Spanish were startled to find out we took any government ID with a formal address in town— even foreign IDs— so that their kids could get access to all of our titles in all the languages we offered.

Ah. Anyway, I hope you check out a library book with this thought in mind. I checked out the first volume of YJ98 today with that thought in mind. I didn't have to pay anything. I put it on hold, and there it was.

#a380 #contrail #lakemead (at Lake Mead Overlook) https://www.instagram.com/p/BneDSp3BVs1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8x8k0unj0n7

Praise You Like I Mewed

Accidental mispeaking earlier today:

catboy slim

can you rant to me about how alive vehicles feel to you

I can and will.

Whenever I find myself using public transport, I find myself able to amuse myself with just the sounds they make as they move along.

Just think of the bus. It moves across the street, humming as it rolls across the road, hissing at it comes to a stop like it's breathing. Lowering itself down to allow the other beings to climb onto it.

When you look up from really high, everything becomes little distant specks. Like ants scurrying from their home to their food or what have you.

And when everything is made of the same matter, the same carbon and the same iron, what separates us from the vehicle? Mind? Thought? Does the contraption dream too? I have no way of knowing as of now.

We thank the driver, but when we do so, we might as well thank the bus itself. It works like us, brings us places. Allows us to live. Wordlessly nurtures us.

Machinery is a form of living being too and I find it most prominent in the bus. So thank you to whoever invented public transport. You gave us a beast, a beautiful one, one worthy of all of my admiration and praise.

And sorry if this feels like the ramblings of an insane person but you asked for my words and on god you have been GIVEN them. Have a good one. My stop is coming up

Red

Marmot pass in the Olympics.