Saying Farewell (not me!)

At work we said farewell to one of my co-workers the other day. I normally wouldn’t have posted anything about this but it is because of her in many ways that I’m perusing the career that I am today and where I am in generally. Some of you might know that I went to school at my work place. She started in my year nine and she was one of the most encouraging teachers I had. Well, she didn’t teach me per se but she was a teacher and I got to know her well through various things. She encouraged me to read, she allowed me to volunteer in the library which nurtured my love of books and libraries – I had wanted to be a librarian all of my life (well since I was 9 I think?). She, encouraged me and allowed me a lot of freedom truthfully and for that I will be forever thankful.

She was, from that time someone I respected and looked up too.

Then the day happened when I was walking into the station and she drove passed and offered me a job. Just like that we become co-workers and I’m incredibly thankful for that. Not only did I get a part time job but it gave me an opportunity to work at a school library where I’d only worked at a public library before then. I got to work directly underneath her and it was an amazing experience. I had seen the ‘public’ part of the school library but now I could seen the backend and the amount of work that she did between that and her classes was amazing.

Not only that but she was big on the whole e-learning part. I would sit in the library as they talked about using Google Docs and ebib and think ‘I really wish we were using this when I was a student’. It’s a well known secret that I find that sort of thing fascinating and think it has a LOT of potentional. If I don’t stick to librarires (or archives) I would love to work in e-learning, especially in a primary school.

The principal of the school recognised that and made her the head of e-learning and ICT which is a role she excelled at. What she did was amazing and continued to inspire me.

Yesterday we said farewell to her though as she moves on to another school. I’m going to miss her a lot. She is someone I look up too and respect greatly. She’s moving onto bigger and bette things though and I wish her luck no matter how odd it will be without her there. I owe her so much I and I wish her all the best.

Saying Farewell (not me!)

Does Size Matter?


I was reading something at work the other day which suggested a smaller library collection is better than a bigger one. The reasoning behind this is that a smaller collection is that it is easier for a patron to find a book that they would like to read.

To quote my co-worker who wrote it, “When Opening the Book introduced the observation methods of Paco Underhill into library practice, one of the most famous early observations was the member of staff who watched the A-Z fiction sequence in her library for two hours, noting every visitor and where they moved. She was astonished to discover that in two hours, not one single person got past the letter G. People looked in the early sequence and either chose a book or gave up and moved on.”

Is this really the case? I admit I’ve worked in libraries for ten years and have been using them all of my life but I haven’t seen this but then I haven’t spent hours observing people to say one way or another. I personally go through the entire collection most of the time but then I skim the books for genre tags to find a particular type of book. If I want to read something about The Civil War, I’ll scan history books until I find something about that. It does make it easier to find a book than going through each book one by one. Does anyone actually do that? I’m truly curious about that.

I’m not saying one way or another which I prefer. I truthfully don’t know! I’m just curious as to what people think. Is it better to have books lined up in a traditional matter or is it better to have face out book displays?

Does Size Matter?

Word of the Day: Galah

An example of the world

I tried to thank him for saving my life. He sid he would have done the same for anybody, even a great useless, clumsy, play-futtoed, muttoed-headed galah of an Italian.
Nino Culotta, Gone Fishing – 1962

An Explanation

The origin of the ‘galah’ is straightforward enough – a borrowing from the Yuwaararraay language spoken near Lightning Ridge in New South Wales. What is interesting is the personality that we have given this bird. Why the Galah should seem to be more stupid than other birds is hard to say. The connection between Galahs and stupidity seems to have asserted itself in the early 1900s and may arise from the observation that, like Cockatoos, Galahs like to chatter on. This notion occurs again in the name given to the period on the outback radio network given over to private conversation. It was called the ‘Galah Session.’
The Dinkum Dictionary: The originals of Australian words by Susan Butler

Word of the Day: Galah

Word of the Day: Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia



From hippopotomonstrosesquipedalian, an extension of sesquipedalian with monstrum “monster” and a truncated, misspelled form of hippopotamus, intended to exaggerate the length of the word itself and the idea of the size of the words being feared; combined with phobia.


In other words? It is the fear of long words.

Word of the Day: Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia

Cover Reveal: The Last King by Millicent Nankivell


Millie is a very good friend of mine and I promised to do this for her on my site Novel Thoughts. Unfortunately that site is having some problems so we’re doing it here instead. I’m very excited for this book. She’s been working on it for ages and has always been writing in her spare time.


How awesome is that cover? I don’t know about you but I love it! The cover was done by the wonderful BookNerdFangirl and is due to be released later this year.


Anastasia Avignon has always known she was a witch.

It’s only now that mysterious shadows have begun chasing her that things have started getting weird. Yes, weird even for a witch.

For the sake of her safety, Anastasia has been taken to the Blackthorne Estate, run by Lady Mirabelle Brackens, a friend of her mother’s who she’s never heard of before. There, she meets Warren Brackens and Dara Robbins.

But there’s something curious about them. They seem to have access to more power than is normal for any witch…and she’s burning to find out why.

When Anastasia begins displaying unnatural powers of her own, it only fuels her desire to find out more. As a long forgotten curse is revealed, Anastasia finds herself in a tangled web of whispers from the past.

Like many other events in history, fear and shame have concealed the truth behind the fate of the last royal family. So why is it that now, centuries after their defeat, Anastasia is seeing their history everywhere? Why has she suddenly become the target of the one who destroyed them all those years ago?

Anastasia is convinced that Warren and Dara have the answers to her questions, but is the price of their knowledge worth paying?

Now she is being hunted, Anastasia must learn to trust in her own abilities and follow her instincts. But is Anastasia on a path predestined for her, or does she have the power to shape her own?

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Most days, Millicent Nankivell believes she is a unicorn. Please don’t ever shatter her illusion.
As far back as she can remember, she has been creating stories that usually involved magic, mythical beasts, and creatures of her own invention. Not much has changed over the years. Well, except for also becoming a hopeless romantic as she got older.

If Millicent isn’t curled up in a dark corner with her laptop, sketch book, or reading a novel, you’ll probably find her out roaming local parks and gardens with her camera. She lives in Melbourne, Australia, and will argue that it is the best Australian city until she’s blue in the face!

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Cover Reveal: The Last King by Millicent Nankivell

The life of a 21st Centurary Person: The Connected Generation

I was listening to a Webinar the other day which spoke about the ‘Connected Generation’. These are the people that have grown up using technology and in some cases don’t know anything but how to be connected. When I saw this picture on my Facebook I couldn’t help but think of that. In many ways I’m very much a part of this generation, though not as much as the younger people of today. My parents got their first computer in the late 1980s, I was born in 1990, they gt the internet in about 1996 or there about. I literally grew up with a computer in the house. Some of my earliest memories are playing Pacman on a Microsoft Dos computer, of mum sitting in the front room in one of the earliest houses we lived in (I was perhaps 3 at the time?) working on her University work. I got my first computer a few months after I turned 10 as the school required us to have one.

Even as I sit here typing this blog post up I have my phone next to me with email I’m checking, my iPad on my other side with some websites, other email and games I’m playing and I have five tabs open in this browser – a surprisingly small number for me. Besides all of that I have a Jawbone (a type of Fitbit), an eReader and an iPod. I use a computer for the majority of my work, for my uni work, for my volunteer positions and oh for my hobbies too. While I am a veracious reader I spend a LOT of my free time on my laptop. So do my house mates and many of my friends.

I’ve always been a big user of my computer, being highly introvert and not that great in social situations, though at first it wasn’t that common these days it isn’t odd for people to spend a lot of time on the computer or some other device.

As the person taking the Webinar said about this ‘Connected Generation’ is that they expect to be able to access the internet, to be ‘connected’ no matter when it is or where they are. If they can’t do something straight away then they just give up, they need the instant gratification that the internet and so forth can bring them. In many ways I’m no different, yes I will ‘disconnect’ and read a book for at least half an hour a day, go to the gym or go swimming but even then they overlap – on the top of one of the piles of library books is Android Application Development for Dummies – my reading is starting to give me new ways of being ‘connected’.

One of the things we stress despite that is that being ‘ connected’ all the time is bad but what do we do to discourage it? Not much. Yes, I’m someone who believes that we should introduce a lot of the emerging technologies such as the cloud into our schools, universities and day to day lives but at the same time the nature of Bush Schools/Forest Schools have their appeal to me just because it allows children t get out and explore the world in a way that many of us no longer do. We need to find the balance between the two because who knows what the future will hold. Will we end up teaching mediation like they are in the picture above? When I saw it my thought was a lot of children would be able to do that just because of their reliance on technology. It paints a pretty grim picture of the world we live in, in many ways.

The life of a 21st Centurary Person: The Connected Generation