It’s my birthday so my girlfriend took me out to lunch. Over chocolate mousse I asked her what I should do as a 42 year old. Plans? Goals? Intentions? What? Do you want to write a book? Sure. What do you want to write about? Oh man, the loaded question, the one I think about all the time these days. I had been scheduled to take a sabbatical last year, and had proposed a book project. As the summer drew to a close and contract negotiations headed toward the shoals, I decided to cancel my sabbatical. I thought I’d be needed on campus, that thereRead More →

There’s a material world, with actual things in it, and actual real things actually matter in it.  It feels like being rolled over by a truck because we were just rolled over by a truck.  It isn’t hard to make a bully feel bad. At the end of the day you just count it up and say it out loud and then everything is different. We were in a contract fight, and then we weren’t anymore. It was endless and then it was over.  You get to be mad at me and I still get to be me.  Words matter less than I thought theyRead More →

I want to begin by saying thank you to the union bargaining team for their steadfast work on behalf of the membership in an extraordinarily difficult environment. I hold Kim Cline and the board of trustees solely responsible for the production of the contract we are facing today, one that attacks the most vulnerable members of our unit and pits worker against worker over crumbs while Cline and her team spend $4 million dollars on a racquetball club on Long Island. I want to be clear that I see her and her management team as the enemy today. The anger I have seen and heardRead More →

My life has been about union work since we were locked out at the start of the academic year. I am not on the bargaining team and I am not the president, but I am the secretary, and I am an academic worker at LIU Brooklyn, and the future of the university and the union matter a lot to me. I have been a librarian these past few months, yes, and my career continues to be my career. I have a family and a mom back in Idaho and part ownership in a racehorse and television shows I love to watch. But union work hasRead More →

Many thanks to librarians of the Hawaii Library Association and Kapiʻolani Community College for inviting me to talk about critical librarianship last week in Honolulu. The talk came at the end of a week of getting my National Parks Passport stamped, something I really enjoy doing and, if I’m honest, was part of the warrant for my trip out west, as far away from home as I had ever been. My first stop was the Valor in the Pacific site in Honolulu, mostly because that was the park where I could get a passport stamp in Honolulu. My partner, kid, and I happened to beRead More →

I was really loud and angry about initial indications from the American Library Association that the organization would be collaborating with the Trump administration. Like, really really mad. I am equally glad to see the organization signaling shock and dismay at early administration policies aimed at dismantling the state. This is the ALA I want to work in and for, and which represents the things that I care about. It also has me thinking about the absolute importance of sites for organizing and resistance, sites that the Trump administration is producing for us hour-by-hour, minute-by-minute. It’s hard to do anything around shared sentiment and affect unless you haveRead More →

I have been very busy in despair and raising an eight year old and fighting for a fair contract and doing the laundry and calling my legislative leaders to tell them to stop just about everything I see getting started, so I missed Tuesday’s press release from the ALA Washington office that proclaimed the Association “ready to work with President-elect Trump, his transition team, incoming administration and members of Congress to bring more economic opportunity to all Americans and advance other goals we have in common.” This is not a moment to collaborate. This is a moment to resist. Over the past five years, IRead More →

I am proud to have a chapter in Volume One of Kelly McElroy and Nicole Pagowsky’s two volume set about critical library pedagogy. This is co-authored with Meghan Sitar at the University of Michigan, a collaboration that came about the old fashioned way, sitting across from each other in a circle at the ACRL 2015 critlib unconference and nodding and rolling our eyes at the same time even though we didn’t really know each other. When we were writing, the standards/framework debate in information literacy was still a live one, and this was one of my first attempts to wrap my arms around what theRead More →

The exhaustion, my goodness. Everything hurts and I was always tired. But I want to remember The wariness as I come into contact again with the people who weren’t locked out. Their wariness with me. Their experiences were different. Some of them are angry at me, at the union, at all this brouhaha. Mom calling to say she saw me quoted in the New York Times. Saying to a reporter after we’d been on the phone awhile, you’re with PSC-CUNY? No, ma’am, I just dropped out of Hunter and started this online news site with a friend of mine who’s still at Hunter I’m aRead More →

Today my brain is not on fire but it is sunk about halfway into mud. What kind of long haul are we in for? I was able to synthesize a cover letter for a job application so that I can truthfully respond to the questions on my unemployment claim next week. But I don’t want to forget the start of week two. Taking off my glasses and sinking my head into my hands and Richelle and Katy asking me if I’ve eaten anything today. Derek giving me the rest of his fries with thousand island dressing. Start date: September 1, 1999. September 1, 1985. SeptemberRead More →