{"id":1388,"date":"2007-02-06T08:58:00","date_gmt":"2007-02-06T12:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/archives\/1388"},"modified":"2007-02-06T08:58:00","modified_gmt":"2007-02-06T12:58:00","slug":"shanghaied","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/archives\/1388","title":{"rendered":"Shanghaied!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><lj user=\"edwud\"> lured me through the bitter cold to his library yesterday with the cryptic message &#8220;Can you come to FIS after work? I need to show you a few things.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I should have sensed something was up.<\/p>\n<p>By the time I reached Harbord &#038; St. George, just shy of Robarts, I could no longer feel my thighs from the wind chill. I ducked into the University College Union and went to pay a visit to the Dean. We chatted for a bit, talked about her recent trip to the Big Apple, and the fact that this past weekend was <a href=\"http:\/\/www.uclit.ca\/fireball\/\">Fireball<\/a> (the huge annual party to commemorate the college burning down on Valentine&#8217;s Day 1890). She volunteered to help with clean up as usual and apparently there was a lot of puke, since nowadays the frosh are all underage and don&#8217;t know their limits. Cleaning up puke is so NOT in the Dean&#8217;s job description. Nona&#8217;s such a trooper.<\/p>\n<p>After I&#8217;d thawed slightly, I pushed onward to the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.fis.utoronto.ca\/\">Faculty of Information Science<\/a> and snuck behind the reference desk to see E. in his natural habitat. Part Englishman, part Yeti, his cave was littered with books, cataloguing materials and the carcasses of long-dead mugs of tea. <\/p>\n<p>Herding me into a little room, he plunked a few books down before me and said with great frustration, &#8220;Okay, little bunny. I can&#8217;t stand it any longer. Writing to tell you that you need to become a librarian just <i>isn&#8217;t getting through.<\/i>&#8221; Now, apparently, it was time for Plan B. Forcible introduction to industry journals and faculty. <\/p>\n<p>Leaving me alone with current issues of &#8216;Library Journal&#8217;, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.quillandquire.com\/books_young\/\">&#8216;Quill &#038; Quire&#8217;<\/a>, and a few acquisitions texts for librarians wishing to build their graphic novel collections, he went to make tea. Or so I thought. Moments later, as I was thinking that Q&#038;Q <i>desperately<\/i> needs a new reviewer for comics &#8211; seriously, I could do <a href=\"http:\/\/www.quillandquire.com\/reviews\/review.cfm?review_id=5264\">better than this<\/a> &#8211; he told me to follow him and WHAMO! I was in an impromptu interview with the Inforum Director about joining their graduate studies program. I know that <lj user=\"listersgirl\">, <lj user=\"starfishchick\">, <lj user=\"bellandye\"> and&#8230; good lord, how many librarians do I know on LJ alone? will be excited to know that my interest was at least piqued by the part-time PhD program that was dangled before me. We&#8217;ll see if I bite.<\/p>\n<p>Couldn&#8217;t get to sleep again when I got home. Stayed up until 1am to finish reading &#8216;Boy Proof&#8217; then tossed and turned all night. 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