Attempting Elegance

It’s true. That big chaotic shift I did six months ago wasn’t actually caused by a conflict with a senior librarian. It wasn’t because I wanted to refocus my public identity. It wasn’t to protect some personal data from my professional world.

No, it was because I was covering up for my big secret.

I hope no one is disappointed by the revelation, but I’m the Annoyed Librarian. The AL isn’t Meredith (as if she could be that cranky), or a disgruntled ALA Councilor, or Michael Gorman, or a group of anonymous librarians laughing at us all. It’s me. All this time, just little nearly-anonymous- anyway-because-no- one-knows-who-I-am me.

What, you want proof? You think I can’t be that blunt in my opinions? You think I don’t have that kind of anti-group-think fire in my nature? You think I can’t be that sarcastic that constantly? Then you, my friends, haven’t talked to my husband lately. He’ll tell you. I am not a nice girl. (Except when I am, obviously.) And I’m only revealing this because, given the url of this blog and the thoroughness of the About and Bio pages, pseudonymous blogging goes against everything I believe in, and the headaches caused by that internal conflict were driving me to abuse Sudafed and Excedrine. And that’s kind of upper-induced hysteria is just not good for anyone.

Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I’m going to get back to my real work, intently studying the inner workings of the ALA and mocking the next-big-thing zealots and staunch the-old-way-is-perfect supporters among us while pretending to just be a hard-working collections librarian at a small college in upstate New York.

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Further commentary here, here, here, here, and here. And elsewhere. We are legion, and even fictional.