James Earl Jones
I had a long weekend (I took Friday off, plus the Monday holiday) and when I came back this morning, I found a copy of a campus departmental newsletter on my chair. I assumed it was dropped off by special collections, since they keep archival copies of university publications and often need me to create serial records for them. (I was, however, a little annoyed that they’d only left me one issue. I’ve told them in the past that I generally need more than that to determine frequency!) I was setting my purse and bag down, taking my coat off, and mentally sorting through whether or not I’d ever cataloged anything from this department before or if I’d have to establish a new corporate heading for them, when I glanced up at the top of the newsletter and noticed that it was preprinted with my name and campus address.
That’s right, folks, I tried to catalog my mail.
(In my defense, my mail is supposed to go in a tray outside my cubicle. Apparently I'll catalog anything if you leave it on my chair.)
Once in a while, I come across a new idea that fundamentally changes how I see the world. Sometimes the idea turns everything I thought I knew upside down. Other times, the idea fills in a missing puzzle piece in a dozen different situations, unexpectedly finishing a picture that I didn't even realize was incomplete.