Somewhat Obsessed With Canada

Actually, in my class, every time we’re discussing something BRILLIANT (sarcasm intended) the United States did, my classmates always mention wanting to move to Canada. Always.

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I think about Canada a lot. Not constantly, mind you, but more often than on those occasions when somebody gets upset about something that’s happened in U.S. politics/culture and threatens to move there.  It stymies me that Canada simply isn’t on most Americans’ radar. I mean, it’s right there, but it hardly ever crosses our minds. Nor do we learn about it in school. At least, I didn’t. Kudos to you and your teachers if you spent longer than one day in social studies pondering a Canadian curriculum. All I know about Canada is that it has trees, maple syrup, and hockey and that Margaret Atwood‘s visions of the future are Somewhat Bleak. I can also name a handful of randomcelebrities who hail from there, but this doesn’t exactly make me Jeopardy champion material.

Clearly, this ignorance will not do, especially since Alice Munrorecently won…

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Fish out of Water

She was drowning.

Jenny was gasping for breath, for air as she struggled to stay above the surface of the waters, the waves violently crashing and washing over her. She tried to hold on to her life. She would die fighting if she needed to.

Feeling like a fish out of water, the soaking, struggling, dark-haired girl attempted to lie on her back and float, but the waves and wind would wash her down and not stay still. So after many minutes of trying, she screamed desperately for help until her throat became hoarse. Then she was drowning, going below the surface, the sky, saying a silent goodbye to everything she knew.

Jenny didn’t remember how or when, but the first thing she knew when she woke up was that she was being lifted and carried to shore. As a feminine arm lifted Jenny’s body over her shoulder, Jenny felt life return to her body and lungs again. Greedy for air, Jenny panted heavily, exhausted, as the mysterious female carried her to shore. When Jenny was placed on the warm, soft, grainy yellow sand and on land again, Jenny thanked the woman, who- didn’t exactly turn out to be a woman.

The female seemed to have a pleasant, mystical essence around her. She had unusually perfect and flawless features, her skin and hair gleaming, almost glowing, even in this cloudy weather when the sun wasn’t out. What was most unusual about her was her refusal to climb on to the land, almost like she was hiding something. She was very persistent and just watched over Jenny.

Jenny, deciding she’d recovered enough and feeling bold, asked in a clear, loud voice, “Who are you?”

The female just smiled sadly and shook her head, taking her hands off the rock she’d held onto and looked back at Jenny for one last time, waving goodbye. Then she took off, swimming at the speed of light into the horizon, into the distance and unknown.

Link roundup for the week of October 21

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Lots of interesting media, tech, and publishing news this week. Here are just a few things that caught my eye.

E-books, Readers, and Apps

  • Competition in the tablet market is increasing. NYT
  • 97% of newsstand apps are now free. AdWeek
  • New moms spend more time on smartphones than other adults. LA Times
  • Using metrics to boost e-book sales. MediaShift

Social Media

  • Five tips for promoting your online events using social media. Social Times
  • Facebook rolls out a new feature to help publishers increase engagement. Facebook

Media and Publishing

Writing and Grammar

  • “E-book” keeps…

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Six-Word Memoirs Are For All

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What’s Your Six-Word Memoir?

The Six-Word Memoir is an internet meme that is ancient (born 2008) by meme standards, yet it still maintains popularity due to the endless possibilities.  The memoirs get much love on Tumblr, including lots of photos of Honest Tea caps.   According to Smith Magazine, which started the online project and published a book or two, “a SixWordMemoir® is the story of your life—some part of it or all of it—told in exactly sixwords.”Hemingway’s “For sale: baby shoes.  Never worn.” is credited as being the very first.

On the First Floor at Main, following in the Teen tradition,  we asked patrons to share their Six-Word Memoirs.  As always, we were not disappointed.  My favorites include “the pub quiz ended in bloodshed” and “never gotta mustard, always gotta ketchup.”

Because I am a super-nerd (Hey, I’m a librarian!), I also think it’s fun…

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