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 →

When LIU Brooklyn locked out its faculty, they sent us out onto the sidewalk with all of the skills we use every day to make teaching and learning great in the heart of the Blackbird Nation. As we use these skills to organize effectively against them, it is clear that they have made a critical mistake. I am a member of the faculty locked out at LIU Brooklyn. I am a librarian, and we have faculty status at my university. I am also secretary of the Long Island University Faculty Federation, a role that includes lots of minutes taking, organizing agendas and files, and communicationRead More →

My brain has fallen out of my skull out onto the sidewalk, so there’s no synthesis happening anywhere around here right now. I can say with all honesty that I am spending pretty much all of my waking hours organizing to get our jobs back. But I don’t want to forget: Talking to Klaudia on the phone about filing for unemployment due to a lockout (turns out it’s complicated) and before she hangs up she says, about tomorrow’s action, Emily, wear a hat. Talking with Richelle and Jessica at the diner next door about organizing communications for tomorrow’s action and ordering a slice of peach pieRead More →

I just got back from my four mile run, the first four miles in a 38 mile week. We’re just nine weeks out from the New York City Marathon. I have been training for fifteen weeks so far. My dad drove out from Boise to watch me run this race in 2015. Six weeks later, he was killed in a Los Angeles crosswalk by a driver turning left in a Ford F150. We had started plotting a strategy to get me down under five hours for a marathon about ten minutes after last year’s race ended. So since December: dropping weight, speedwork during base building, a fucktonRead More →