I regularly visit a building downtown that has televisions in the elevators. Have you seen these? They show an even-more-ADD-than-usual version of CNN, and they say in one corner of the screen, "You are watching the Captivate Network!"
The Captivate Network? Why not just go ahead and call it the "We Will Turn You Into Zombies With Our Shiny Screen And Mindless Advertisements Network"? I mean, I love television as much as anyone (more!), but god forbid anybody have a quiet moment in the elevator. Or be forced to make eye contact with a fellow passenger.
The dystopian future is now, peops!
The tone of this blog has been a little bit grumpy these days, I notice. Let's take that frown and turn it upside down with a heartwarming library story, shall we?
As background I should tell you that the library I work in is very big, and very modern, and sometimes a little confusing to get around in.
So the other day I was crouching down in a heavy-traffic area to put up a poster, and a little tiny kid walked over to me, his dad in the background. Seriously, he was the tiniest kid of all time. You know how some little kids are roly-poly, and other, equally adorable ones, are more like tiny miniatures of adults? That was this kid.
Anyway, so I'm crouching down and when he walks over, I'm right at eye level with him. But he crouches down next to me anyway, puts his finger to his chin, and says thoughtfully, "I would like to ask you a question."
"Great! What's your question."
"I came here, with my kindergarten"--he wanted me to feel the prestige of it--"and we looked at some books.
Can you tell me where the books are?"
I'm not sure if the cuteness translates, but he just about knocked me out.