ADHD Librarian: caution media whore

19 May, 2004

caution media whore

I'm whoring the profession around the media today and into next week. I had a TV gig today, then a newspaper photo shoot and next week I have a couple of radio spots. What can a librarian do to impress the media? I don't know but I keep getting invited back so I must be doing something right.
I'm afraid I won't be identifying the media organisations concerned as I'm trying to maintain a level of plausible denyability about this blog. That is I'd like to be able to say (should anyone at work challenge me about this blog) "wow, what a coincidence that guy sounds a lot like me"

So why the press, you mean aside from my obvious charms?
Well it's Library and Information Week, the traditional week for librarians to try and claim they are young and hip. We have an excuse to get off the circ desk and into the TV studio to say witty things like
"please come into the library, if we don't get more members the'll be cutbacks"
or
"We'd like to ask members to stop chroming in the Young Adults Lounge"

you know standard stuff...

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Warning
As I see the world through ADHD coloured glasses, this blog contains dangerously high levels of Confabulation.
The stories I tell all have an element of truth to them, but then all of the best lies start with a grain of truth and then slowly build a large black pearl of deception around that grain.
Or, so I hear.
Indeed, due to the passage of time and the fact that I don't pay attention when people are talking (and therefore, in order to be fair, I also don't pay attention when I'm talking), even I can't remember which parts of the stories I tell are fact and which are fiction. Therefore, if you are reading this and think that you recognise yourself in one of the posts, please consider everything you read to be nothing more than my attempt to make others think I'm important, honest I don't really think you are a gormless twat, or at least no more than I generically think that anyone who isn't me is somehow slightly less important than a brain damaged gnu.

Posts on this blog are not researched, edited, nor indeed even thought out in advance. I write in stream of consciousness, partially because I love the beat generation 'vibe' man and partially because even if I write out a plan and then do a draft, I end up going somewhere else entirely by the time I'm half way through. Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit! And while you're digesting this share a thought for the poor distressed kiddies who have ever sat through one of my adlib Red Riding Hood inspired puppet shows at storytime or one of the mature aged students who has had to cope with my performance based introduction to library resources lectures complete with jokes, pratfalls and a big dance finale.