The Librarian

I have a confession. Despite being an English major, I never even once during the whole course of my college career checked out a book from the library. I’m not even sure how that would be done. And now that I come to think of it, I don’t think I ever wrote a research paper. Which is interesting because I clearly remember the emphasis that was given to art of annotation and such while in High School. The whole idea being punctuated by the thought that English Professors in college would never accept poorly annotated documents. I’m not sure how many annotations I used in college. I’m sure at least a few for my thesis, but really, it wasn’t a big deal. But I digress. I’m talking about libraries today. I think I might have gone into Moffitt once maybe twice. Well, maybe there was a third time. This is not to say that I did not study in libraries. I did. My libraries of choice were Doe and Bechtel. Bechtel because it was the closest and had heat, and Doe because, well, who can resist Doe? High lofty ceilings, the stuff that dreams are made of and all. Very Paper Chasey.

This is Doe. The Doe that I remember.

I want you take special note of the books that line the wall.
I do like libraries. As a matter of fact I love libraries. Books for free! Who can beat that? It’s a wonderful idea. And one that I hope has been succesfully passed on to my kids. Which reminds me, I really need to find Zoe’s overdue library book. But anyways. The other day I was on the SCU campus and I happened to walk past the library. I would not have recognized it as such.

yes. This. Is. The. Library. I almost had a heart attack. No kidding. Rows upon rows of metal boxes. I was looking in through plate glass windows. And all I could see were these little metal crypts. You go out onto a catwalk, punch in a number at the computer, and a robot arm brings you the coffin that your books are in. I immediately envisioned opening one of the boxes to find a head. I know. Too many late night movies. But seriously. How could this be a library? Where is the smell of musty books? The old decrepit bindings falling half off? The dewey decimal tags? But apparently, this is now the library. While looking into this whole ordeal, I came across this..

Am I the only person who thinks this is freaky?