Special Collections Librarian at Trinity University. Mom, baker, cheese enthusiast. she/her.
Colleen Hoelscher
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This week I ordered the wrong rare book for a class, and loaded a reel of microfilm upside down and had to reroll the entire thing by hand (while helping a student). We weren't meant to try to go on living our lives with this much impending doom.
Couldn’t stop laughing at husband’s all-time Spotify top song (God Bless the USA, thanks to a kid practicing for a pre-k concert). Karma got me back—mine is “Rocking on Top of the World” from the Polar Express.
Being a parent who cares too much about data is rough some times.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a Special Collections Librarian in possession of a some really cool books, must be in want of a class ready to dive into a wonderful collaboration.
My salsa, verde. My tacos, puffy. My fascist President roots for the Knicks. Spurs is six.
University administrators two years ago: we can’t allow social justice movements to change the university as we know it
University administrators today: in order to accommodate the new probabilistic bullshit generator no one likes we must change everything about the university
Apparently this is becoming a necessary weekly PSA. If you don’t want to read, write, and think, that’s fine. But then you have no business being a scholar. Especially if you’re TT/tenured, and especially in the humanities, if you can’t be bothered to do these things, you need to get out now.
I've been working on reading/rereading Jane Austen's works this year, and how has no one ever mentioned to me how utterly hilarious Northanger Abbey is?
The irony of this article being accompanied by Elsevier's "reading assistant."
