Comments on: A wonderland of knowledge

By: mary a. kaufman

mary a. kaufman — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 22:11:58 +0000

Annie, not sure how I clicked on to this particular site from a site “This Is Me”, a site set up by a grandson for his father, my son who is married to a wonderful “Annie”, but here I am. I have not had the opportunities you seem to have had, but I, too, cherish each and every library I’ve ever been in. The head librarian of the Community College in Harrisburg, Pa., years ago, secured a copy of George Sterling’s prose poem, “Strange Waters” for me when I was unable to find it, though I searched for years. Mary from Meander With Me.

By: Adam

Adam — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 21:04:07 +0000

Annie, I just so happened to have read “How to Post Interesting Blogs for Dummies,” and let me tell you, it doesn’t help. If you follow the advice in it, you’ll end up posting stuff about which brand of tissues you use or how many times you blink in an hour. That was a dark, dark period in my blogging.
Anyhow, as someone who has worked in two libraries, I may have lost that giddy feeling, but I always knew that libraries were the best deal around (which in turn causes me to feel like a sucker whenever I actually buy a book).
And this is me formally requesting a picture of this creepy sweater-ed statue.

By: MermanDan

MermanDan — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 03:43:32 +0000

Have you ever been to Brooklyn? Well, even if you have you’ve probably never visited the Pratt Institute Library. I don’t know if anyone else would feel the same, but I love that place. I used to go and just wander through the stacks, it made me feel excited and calm and happy all at the same time. The main building is old, the rooms with desks and chairs not very interesting but the stacks themselves are like a different world. They are old metal and actually serve as the structural support for the metal floors between them. (So metaphorically at least the books are holding you up, my mind could swim in that thought for hours) Plus, you can see through the floors to the stacks below you, so everywhere you look its just more books. Man, I didn’t realize how much I missed that place till I read your post… Oh, and btw…it’s a school library so if you ever try to go I think you would have to figure out how visitors can get in. (Just as a disclaimer: I’m kinda a dork and that library reminds me of another time in my life so don’t hold it against me if the real thing doesn’t live up to the hype)