Penguin Librarian's Den

"I ransack public libraries, and find them full of sunk treasure." — Virginia Woolf

On behalf of Jan Karon, we’re thrilled to welcome you back to her beloved Mitford in Somewhere Safe with Somebody Good. Check out this video with a special welcome message from Jan!

muspeccoll:

Doctor Whoot
Image from: Nests and Eggs of Birds of the United States by Thomas G. Gentry, 1882.
- Karen Witt

muspeccoll:

Doctor Whoot

Image from: Nests and Eggs of Birds of the United States by Thomas G. Gentry, 1882.

- Karen Witt

Songs, Musical

iworkatapubliclibrary:

A regular patron was having trouble with her computer’s headphones.

Me: “Do me a favor and go to YouTube.com. Just click on the first video you see, it doesn’t matter what it is.”

She navigated to YouTube and hesitated before clicking on an Eminem music video.

Me: “Go ahead and click it—it doesn’t matter what it is, I just want to see if the volume will work.”

As the music video played, I adjusted the volume controls on the computer as well as on the headphones themselves.

Me: “Hrm…it does seem a bit quiet even when it’s turned up all the way, but I think it might be loud enough to hear what’s going on.”

Woman: “Can we try a Whitney Houston song?”

Me: “Um…sure!” 

She searched and selected a Whitney Houston music video.

Me [handing her the headphones]: “Yep, same problem. But see if you think it’s loud enough.”

Woman [holding it up to her ears]: “Oh yeah, that’s not loud enough. Should we try Aretha?”

vikingbooks:

More writing advice from Steven Pinker’s upcoming The Sense of Style

vikingbooks:

More writing advice from Steven Pinker’s upcoming The Sense of Style

superbooked:

I mean yeah, I have tons of unread books on my shelf, but do you think that’ll stop me from buying more?
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(via luluthelibrarian)

thepenguinpress:

Washington Post op-ed
LET YOUR CHILDREN PLAY FOOTBALL by Mark Edmundson
“My father wasn’t what anyone might call an over-involved parent. He was a Fifties Dad, committed to cigarettes, beer, cards, the ponies and a demanding job that kept the roof tight over our heads and food piled high on our plates. Out driving one evening, he gestured toward a formidable brick building and asked what it was. I told him it was my school. He quickly made up for this parental lapse by asking me what grade I was in.
But on things that really mattered, my father knew what he was doing. When I told him I was going out for the high school football team, he said it might be good for me. Yet he insisted on one thing: He wanted to see my helmet. This was 1968, long before anyone worried about concussions. Still, my father knew that if I planned to bash my head into other guys time after time, I’d better have a solid helmet to protect me.
He also knew — and let me know — that he thought football could do a lot for me.  Don’t other games teach determination, too? Sure they do: You can learn to come back again and again in soccer and tennis and baseball. But in football more than others, the knockdown is physical. There’s nothing abstract about it. You go down, you get a taste of the turf, and then, often aching, often a touch humiliated, you have to get back up.”
Mark Edmundson teaches English at the University of Virginia. His new book, “Why Football Matters: My Education in the Game,” comes out next month.

thepenguinpress:

Washington Post op-ed

LET YOUR CHILDREN PLAY FOOTBALL by Mark Edmundson

“My father wasn’t what anyone might call an over-involved parent. He was a Fifties Dad, committed to cigarettes, beer, cards, the ponies and a demanding job that kept the roof tight over our heads and food piled high on our plates. Out driving one evening, he gestured toward a formidable brick building and asked what it was. I told him it was my school. He quickly made up for this parental lapse by asking me what grade I was in.

But on things that really mattered, my father knew what he was doing. When I told him I was going out for the high school football team, he said it might be good for me. Yet he insisted on one thing: He wanted to see my helmet. This was 1968, long before anyone worried about concussions. Still, my father knew that if I planned to bash my head into other guys time after time, I’d better have a solid helmet to protect me.

He also knew — and let me know — that he thought football could do a lot for me.  Don’t other games teach determination, too? Sure they do: You can learn to come back again and again in soccer and tennis and baseball. But in football more than others, the knockdown is physical. There’s nothing abstract about it. You go down, you get a taste of the turf, and then, often aching, often a touch humiliated, you have to get back up.

Mark Edmundson teaches English at the University of Virginia. His new book, “Why Football Matters: My Education in the Game,” comes out next month.

They starred in the movie…

(Source: jacquesdemys, via bookporn)

flavorpill:

“Problem,” “Royals,” and Other Pop Songs Transformed into Flowery Sonnets

bookriot:

A look at the new books hitting bookshelves in hardcover and in paperback in this week’s Fresh Ink.

Some fantastic picks this week including Clive Thompson’s Smarter Than You Think and Thomas Pynchon’s Bleeding Edge!