Industrious and Ambitious
This blog-posting business is more difficult than I first assumed. I thought it would be just listing off the random stuff that floats through my head on a daily basis. It turns out that I am more void and less aware than I had hoped. It seems that quite a lot of my daily brain power is used sitting vacantly staring with my mouth slightly ajar. I am not a fan of self-help books but out of sheer desperation this week I visited my local library to investigate any literature that might help me shift my writers block and general inability to get things done. I had not been to a book depository since the JFK incident so was unsure of what to expect.
The air was filled with the musty but sweet smell of decay that I remember from my youth. The same haggard looking centenarian librarian was sitting behind the counter. His eyes locked on me the second I walked through the door and he winced as every plodding step echoed around the cavernous building. I cleared my throat to speak and in the quiet of the library it sounded like a gun shot. At this stage I was completely overwhelmed by the situation and gave serious consideration to turning on my heels and running for the door, but the man spoke first. It was one low and monotonous “Yeeessss?” I explained that I had not been in the library for a number of years and I was wondering if he could point me in the direction of the self-help books that might deal with my writers block. For once, I resisted the urge to explain about my blog.
I had never given much thought as to why we have libraries I just assumed that they were something in a community maintained for the benefit of all. As we inched our way down the aisles at a snails pace the keeper of books explained to me about Andrew Carnegie and his vision for public libraries – “industrious and ambitious; not those who need everything done for them, but those who, being most anxious and able to help themselves, deserve and will be benefited by help from others.” I took this to mean that the old man was impressed that I had the good sense to consider the public library as a place for education that would inspire me. This lofty opinion of myself was quickly destroyed when he handed me a stack of books and suggested that they seemed to be about on my level.
As I sit at my desk on a beautiful spring morning surrounded by books with titles like The Dummies Guide to Nose Breathing, The Idiots Guide to Chewing with your Mouth Closed and How to Sit in a Chair, I am saddened that my trip to the library has yielded no inspiration for a blog post.
Now where did I leave my camera…..