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Every Day is Take Your Child to the Library Day

Mom and child reading at the librarymom and child sharing a bookThere are the big ones: your first kiss, your first car, your first paycheck; then there are the somewhat lesser firsts that somehow you remember just as well and almost as fondly. For a lot of Harris County Public Library’s customers, their first visit to a library is one of those. There’s something about a library that kids understand without much explaining. Children just naturally get the idea that books are made to be shared, and that life is full of possibilities, and that somehow those two notions are related.

We at Harris County Public Library think eve...

Need Help with the Kindle, Nook, or iPad Santa Brought? eReader FAQs and Support Are a Click Away.

Santa and eReader a la Vanna White

So Santa left you an eReader or tablet under the tree this year and you’re really excited because nothing sounds better to you right now than escaping the holiday hullaballoo into a good book, but you’ve never owned one that came with a user’s manual before.

Whether you just have general questions about downloading free eBooks and eAudiobooks from Harris County Public Library’s Digital Media Catalog, or need step-by-step instructions in plain English, we have you covered with online FAQs and support, and if you would prefer a little face-to-face help, HCPL staff at all 26 branches can provide i...

Christmas for Curmudgeons, Or: How I Learned to Stop Complaining and Love the Holidays

A flock of scroogesAnybody who’s been reading this blog at all regularly has picked up on, I’m sure, a certain misanthropic bent running just below its surface like a sewer line, and, for the most part, it’s not an act. Chances are pretty good that if I’m awake, I’m ranting. So you would think that this time of year would be my time to shine (so to speak) with all its factory-made good cheer and it’s nauseatingly first-world problems, but it’s not. The holidays are when the amateurs, the pikers, the poseurs and the part-time grumps come out to let us all know what wrong-headed sheep we are. In the last thirty or forty years, bah-humbugging has become an industry unto itself, and it’s gotten to the point now that the complaints against the holidays have become as raggedly clich&eacut...

Words in the Air: Poetry on Audio

Caedmon in stained glassAs most of us know, listening to poetry is nothing new. Poetry started out in the audio format. Rhyme and meter and many other poetic conventions were essentially mnemonic devices to help itinerant poets keep the story going so that they might earn a place by the fire for the night. Back then, a poet couldn’t read his stuff off the page making minimal eye-contact with the audience like we do now. For one thing, until relatively recently, there were no pages to read off of. For another, after getting conked on the head by a flying tankard or turkey leg hurled by some philistine in chain mail, poets figured out it paid to keep their hands free and their eyes peeled.

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