This has been the Winter of Hygge here at the library, where we’ve been encouraging the community to follow Denmark’s example and slow down to enjoy simple, cozy activities and togetherness. We’ve been knitting, writing memoirs, singing and playing guitar in a circle and enjoying hearty soups. We even had a cozy mystery featuring library staff performing a whodunit. […]
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I could cont inue to listen to Ruha Benjamin speak about race for at least five more Tuesday evenings. Having reached the end of the Racial Literacy series co-sponsored by the library, Not In Our Town Princeton and the Princeton Garden Theatre, I think I have a deeper understanding of issues surrounding race and white privilege, […]
My father was 24 when the U.S. entered World War II, but he wasn't destined for battlefield glory. Nevertheless, there's a lasting tribute to his service to our country during the war. It's docked in Camden and beginning May 21, you'll be able to visit it for free, thanks to our Museum Pass program. It's the Battleship New Jersey.
When I awoke to a New York Times push notification that David Bowie had died, I just couldn't swipe through to read the story. Similarly, I'm struggling to find the words here to describe his enormous influence on my life. See, I was 14 in 1972, the release year of "The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars," arguably one of the most influential pop albums of all time.
When my son moved to Philadelphia in November, I remarked casually to some friends that he would be the seventh generation of our family to live in the Quaker City. Faced with doubtful expressions, I pointed out that one of my antecedents, Catherine Baker, was born in Philadelphia in 1731. She is my sixth great-grandmother.
When I visited Facebook this morning, my news feed was filled with back-to-school photos, which I happily "liked" because they feature the children of people who are special to me. (Nothing is more important to a parent than the indescribable love they feel for their children.) I did the same last month for parents who were permitted to take photos of their kids starting college. Indeed, one could argue that, for the helicopter parent generation, Facebook exists largely so that we can keep each other posted of our kids' milestones.
If you're enjoying the exhibition of drawings by Danielle Bursk and photographs by Allen Kesselaut in the second floor Reference Galley (a partnership with the Arts Council of Princeton), you might be interested to know that there's another gallery in the library, this one primarily for employees, but sometimes seen by wayward customers.
As a fan of the Philadelphia Athletics, I highly recommend a book I read recently, Peter Schilling's "The End of Baseball." Now, you might be thinking, "Philadelphia Athletics?" Yes, I am an A's fan, because from their founding until 1954, the Athletics were based in my ancestral homeland, Philadelphia. They won seven penants and five World Series there and, until about 1948, Philadelphia was an American League city.
That there are 15 people on the hold list for Frank Bruni's new book, "Where You Go Is Not Who You'll Be: An Antidote to the College Admissions Mania" is not surprising to me. If anything, I would have expected the number to be much higher.
In the ephemeral world of social media, weeks can seem like centuries. So you may have missed our mini social media push to get Elvis Costello to appear on Hinds Plaza on April 18 in a Record Store Day event with Princeton Record Exchange.