I became a geology major in college because I loved the professors. They were excited to talk about rocks. Enthusiastic I should say. The fact that I was more enthusiastic about their enthusiasm than I was about geology should have been a sign to me that I may not have been in the "right" major. It was still worth it if only for the field trips and the seventies documentaries with titles such as "San Francisco: The City That Waits to Die"! I also had all of those semesters taught by people who found loved their subject matter and wanted to share that joy. Not a bad way to spend a few years. This fall I received a similar thrill when I went to the haunted Exchange Hotel in Gordonsville, VA. We went on a ghost hunt. As you may know from the TV show, ghost hunters work with machines that translate ghosts language into English and others that scan the area for ghosts. We didn't manage to come in contact with any haunters that evening. (Bummer, I know.) For me it was all worth it because of the guides who worked tirelessly to try to find us a ghost. I, of course, got pulled into their enthusiasm for the subject matter. Is there a paranormal major out there? Sign me up!
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In an attempt to lure patrons to look beyond the new books and movies, our local library displays books by theme at the end of each row of shelves. Come to think of it, I have yet to enter a library that does not employ this strategy in one form or another. Last week, I was particularly pleased when I saw this display which had the heading "Catch Up on Your Classics." Classics are good which is usually why they get stamped with the category of classic, and they chose a nice selection of titles. So what? I am sure you are already wondering why they included one title and not some other. The librarians did not think that the plastic doohickeys (that's the official name for those things, go ahead, look it up) that they had on the end of the shelves sufficed. First they squeezed two books into each. Then they continued piling books onto a stool. I am quite certain that if it weren't a tripping hazard and against fire code, they would have had the pile flow onto the floor. By resorting to the overflow stool, the display said more than simply, "Hey, check out these titles, too." It whispered softly and urgently, "Surround yourself with piles of books, a classic way to happiness." |
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