The Scarylibrarian

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I just realized that today is the one year anniversary of this blog. Literally, I just realized it a minute ago when I looked at the calendar. Well, there is not much to say on this. I’m not one for anniversaries and truth be told my sporadic participation in this experiment is probably another reflection on my inability to commit to any projects, my love of procrastination and all things time wasteful, and a testiment to some need to continually put my foot in my mouth via the printed word. Well, at least I can say that this blog lasted longer than all of J.Lo’s marriages combined. Still got my limbs, still got my family, still got my sanity (ha ha ha.) It's been a fun year. I hope I'll still be able to laugh at myself 364 days from now.

posted by The Scarylibrarian @ 11:42 PM 0 comments

One in a Million Girl

Just got back from watching “Million Dollar Baby.” If you plan on watching the film, stop reading right now! *SPOILER AHEAD*

I’m pretty much heartbroken. I usually talk shit about corny Hollywood endings and the one time that I really wanted one I didn’t get it. Maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about this movie. I really wanted the protagonists to have an happily ever after. You keep holding on to the hope that Maggie will be healed and when you realize that it’s all over when she loses her leg and there isn’t anything that can be done and your heart just breaks. Does anything good ever happen in Clint Eastwood movies? Maybe that’s why his films end up being so damn good; real life doesn’t always end up the way you want it to.

I also really liked that there were some Yeats references in the movie. Anytime you can work Yeats in is a good thing. And on that note, my favorite Yeats poem:

When You Are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

I’ve been struggling with my writing lately but reading this poem reminds me of why I love the art so much; there is infinite possibility with words. When they come together in the right way, it takes your breath away.

posted by The Scarylibrarian @ 11:31 PM

Often imitated, never duplicated

Periodically I like to google myself. Hmmm. Actually when I see that in print I realize how pervy that sounds. I meant to say, I periodically like to check myself on the search engine Google for no reason at all. It’s just something to do. So today I entered “scarylibrarian” and lo and behold, found out that there’s somebody out there who ripped off my handle! There’s some chick that’s using it and posting all over these random boards in Toronto and Seattle. This imposter has no idea what or why the words “scary librarian” are important to me. I know that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, blah blah blah, but really, it doesn’t take that many brain cells to try to make something that’s your own and that means something to you. Shoot, lady, I’ll even offer up a few for you for free. Snazzylibrarian. Stumpedlibrarian. Seismiclibrarian. Saucylibrarian. See? It’s that easy.

posted by The Scarylibrarian @ 9:29 PM 0 comments