Category Work

Mid-July at the Carnegie

It’s always difficult to come back to work after some time off (even if it’s only a week!), but I’m fortunate in that my days tend to fly by. This week was hard. It started out with the photocopier breaking down and jamming, while an on-call staff person scrambles to pump out the 150 crossword […]

Mr. McBinner

The month of June has kicked off with some weird vibes and energy down at the Carnegie Centre and library. I’m not surprised. The Balmoral Hotel, a Single-room Occupancy in the Downtown Eastside has been in the news since the City finally took action, investigating the building and condemning it considering how the slumlords, the […]

“Mardi Gras” mayhem

Once a month welfare day in the Downtown Eastside unleashes the wild-side of many recipients. It is a day also referred to as Mardi Gras, as it has a festive feel, but the aftermath can be pretty sad. Some folks blow all their funds in one go when the money is technically intended to hold […]

The Bishops

One might ask what a Hells Angels founding-father and a 4th Century preacher have in common, but I think I’ve found some similarities worthy of sharing. About a month ago I was chatting with a regular patron who decided to reveal some of his sordid past. He’s a tall, lean man, probably in his late […]

Carnegie Library promo

I’ve had an essay on the back-burner for some time, in an attempt to gather my thoughts on what it is to be a librarian at the Carnegie. Initially, I had imagined presenting this paper at a conference because I love public speaking. I get a real high out of it. And when I was […]

A Day – March 30, 2017 at the Carnegie

My bicycle was being repaired since I had stretched out the chain, worn out the sprocket to little nubs, and no longer had responsive braking. It had to be done. Fortunately the weather had a surprise breakthrough with the sun coming out, so I was happy to walk to work. It was a day like […]

Dream weaver

I don’t know what it is about Fridays. I came home from work late yesterday, choked up, and without my cherished hand-woven socks. Scott knows the full story, but essentially I had my heart broken after spending time with a young woman at the library. Aboriginal, alone, from Manitoba, possibly pregnant, and a painful experience […]