our library finally went wireless last week, which was quite cool. and no delinquent child has since tried to steal the box which houses all the wireless technologies. yet.
since it’s a trial we havent gone all out to promote it, but gradually people are discovering the library hotspot as an alternative to the cafes in the nearby streets that also offer free wireless. the benefit of our service is that you don’t have to buy a coffee that will last you three hours. but the drawback is that you won’t be able to scream to the world going by that you are an artist, a writer, a graphic designer etc. you will actually have to do work on your macbook wifi.
there is a library patron who has recently taken to spamming the virtual library service staff with questions about how the library catalogue search functionality works.
we give him an answer and he replies immediately with search and item scenarios that don’t fit our answers. it’s as if he’s constantly sitting at his computer waiting for a staff member to reply so he can prove us wrong. like, get a life, dude. go outside and enjoy the sun. google would never stand for people asking about their search algorithms.
on the positive side he is a solid contributor to the the high page views for the library web site.
tim winton’s latest book, breath, is finally here. it’s not available in bookstores until next week, but it arrived at the library a week early. needless to say i have read it.
its set in a fictionional town in the south west coast of wa – somewhere near margaret river – in the 70s. being chicken enough to catch a wave on a reef break on a day of decent swell, i understand the fear of the protagonist in the novel who baulks at the big monday type surf conditions, and whose life unravels from this point.
this book has already been published in the Netherlands as part of an effort to protect Dutch-language publishing from English imports.
[tim winton will be promoting his book at the athenauem theatre on May 16 – anyone want to come?]
The longest smoke break of Nicholas White’s life began at around eleven o’clock on a Friday night in October, 1999. White, a thirty-four-year-old production manager at Business Week, working late on a special supplement, had just watched the Braves beat the Mets on a television in the office pantry. Now he wanted a cigarette. He told a colleague he’d be right back and, leaving behind his jacket, headed downstairs…
elevator stories never make for the most interesting reading, however i was compelled to read this story in the new yorker after watching the accompanied time lapse video of a guy stuck in an elevator for 41 hours.
i appreciated the way that the article forced me to read about the history of elevators, which was interwoven into the story of nicholas white during and after his 41 hour ordeal.
my biggest regret of the moment is not visiting the new ikea store when i was in perth last week.
however, i now realise that the perth store is not the biggest thing in ikea land right now – it’s the kobe store in japan which is celebrating its opening by redocorating a monorail train completely ikea style.
more pictures here
hardly the bogan wedding that i was expecting, all of the guests ended up travelling to donnybrook from melbourne or the uk anyway.
had never been to donnybrook before, and i dont think i ever will again. not sure what one does when they go on vaction to places down that way. apple picking??