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SIV Hours
01.28.2004
6:45 p.m.

I had to volunteer at the library earlier this year and for some reason I never wrote about the frustrating parts. It started to bea matrix submission but it doesn't read like one so I'm starting over with that. but I don't think this is so bad...I could be wrong

I’m standing here because someone told me I had to. Because mandatory volunteerism makes me a “better citizen.“ So I’m shelving books for the sake of the Union. Terrorists can’t stop me from restocking the library. But my back hurts and people keep asking me who wrote that book that they can’t remember the name of… it had a character named “Larry” if that helps. It doesn’t. And it occurs to me, while I’m not listening to them, how similar westerns and romance novels are. You just replace “penis” with “gun”…you don’t even really have to do that much. But I have three carts of grocery-store quality novels to organize, the ones from the “Latin Lovers” series have peppers on the front to indicate to the readers how “spicy” they are. The more I put these books away, the more there seem to be, the more I don’t want any one to ever read them. The more I think censorship isn’t such a bad thing…if the government just bans poorly written books... Then someone comes to me who can’t remember the name of the guy that wrote that play…they can’t remember the play either only that it had something to do with a prince and a skull he was talking to…it’s at that moment that I want to throw the books in my hand at him, run out of the library and set fire to the whole damn building because one day he’ll have an MBA and a six figure salary and I’ll be shelving books to pay off student loans because I wanted to be an English major. If the next generation of world leaders are like that boy then maybe global domination won’t be as hard as I’d been lead to believe by playing Risk… Only no matter how many time I read Thus Spoke Zarathustra or watch Fight Club I can’t do it. As much as I want to lock them all in and make the world a better place, I stand there politely and tell him that it’s Hamlet and he can find in the 800’s under Shakespeare…after all it’s for the sake of the Union.

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Song De Jour:

She was born in November 1963 The day Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed That every man could be free So her mama got high, high, high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places That he knew that she belonged But he failed and taught her young The only thing she's need to carry on He taught her how to Run baby run baby run baby run Baby run Past the arms of the familiar And their talk of better days To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane Stares hopeful out the window At the workers fighting Through the pouring rain She's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she's pictures all the places Where she knows she still belongs And she smiles the secret smile Because she knows exactly how To carry on So run baby run baby run baby run Baby run From the old familiar faces and Their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run

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