Cataloging: Day 8

Today's observations:
I think that all of the adult books that will be kept have now been transferred to Union for cataloging. I picked up the last of the nonfiction from Scooba yesterday morning and was able to catalog all of them. A lot of the books are older, but even with Brenda's more flexible criteria for keeping nonfiction we're still disposing of a half to two-thirds of that section. Fortunately this will create more space for the new Young Adult section, and will allow the Kids section to spread out as well.

Oh wait, there are still the books behind the counter at Scooba which need to be weeded, but I don't think that will result in more than a hundred additional titles. For now a big part of the project is getting proper spine labels on books and getting the dust jackets covered. An anonymous commenter (was that you, CoJo?) asked for an illustration of correct vs. incorrect spine labels, and I was finally able to load photos from my camera, so...

These three pictures show examples of incorrect spine labels (or completely absent spine labels, in the first case).

This is how the spine labels should look (for fiction, at least). And they should either be underneath the dust jacket cover, or protected by a clear strip so that they won't fall off.


Titles cataloged today: 70

Titles cataloged total: 520

Audio entertainment during the drive: Another Monty Python Record; Poses - Rufus Wainwright

New Southern discovery: So, there's this thing called the Neshoba County Fair.

Its (trademarked!) tagline is "Mississippi's Giant Houseparty", and apparently it's kind of a big deal. For a week, thousands of people from all over Mississippi descend on the fair grounds a bit southwest of Philadelphia. I've been to county fairs before (Frontier Days!), but none of them were residential.

They call it a houseparty because a majority of the camp grounds are occupied by "cabins", small buildings that vary in size from little one-story bungalows to three-floor houses that look like old time hotels. They tend to be brightly painted and some have been in families for over 100 years. There are also areas that are completely occupied by RVs and tents.

I was there for a couple of the horse races and ate fried s'mores, but I suspect that you have to be there with people you know (and like) to really enjoy it.
For a couple of days all of the candidates for local political offices are given a platform to address their constituents, and many of the cabins and all of the telephone and power poles are plastered with campaign signs. Apparently Donald Trump, Jr., was here on Tuesday as well. I'm sorry that I missed that. :|

Something I miss from California: Chipotle. I know it's not California-specific, but I haven't seen one outside of Atlanta since I got here. The one in Atlanta was across the street from Emory, and part of me was tempted to run in and grab a steak fajita burrito, but we were on our way to a Mediterranean restaurant for dinner, and that seemed like it might be rude. The beef kabobs were good, though!