Meeting new people

I’ve been toting around a borrowed copy of the Anglo-American Cataloguing Rules, 2d ed., 2002 Revision, with 2005 update, for about a week now—you know, because I’m trying to pick up librarians. Today it worked. I was at Jupiter House, the coffee shop I’ve lately taken to calling “my office,” and lack of seating left me standing there waiting for someone to invite me to table. A woman with dowdy hair, bad teeth, a kind of eighties-with-a-nineties-update glittery sweater thing, jeans, and a totally eighties bleached denim jeans-cum-backpack thing invited me to sit down next to her at her couch. I was elated.

It turns out she’s a library science grad student at the other library science program in town. It figures. She started asking me about my Anglo-American Cataloguing Rules book, which quickly led to a fervid debate about website usability (shrug…hell if I know). When she left she gave me her email address and a pamphlet for a yoga class she teaches—at the library. I guess I need to start working on my downward dog.