Apr. 5 - All libraries closed Easter Sunday.
Belmar and Evergreen teens now have the opportunity to utilize laptops through our new Teen Laptop Program. Teens may check out a laptop to use in the library for 3 hours, but first they will need to have a Laptop Agreement Form signed by a parent.
Recently Arra, Teen Services Coordinator, spoke with Bailey, Heather, and Heidi, members of the Belmar Teen Advisory Board, about this new pilot project:
Arra: How do you think you will use these laptops?
Bailey: I’m going read Fan Fiction.
Heather: Because there are lots of adults in the computer area I feel it is really judgey. I like that we can take a laptop into a study room or the teen area.
Bailey: This is going to be great for NaNoWriMo. Also, I’m having fun just clicking. I like the sound of the keys.
Heidi: How do we save stuff?
Arra: You can save to a USB or Google Docs or similar cloud storage. When the machine reboots it erases everything so please don’t save anything important to the machine!
Heather: Are there rules about downloading programs to the laptops? Lots of school projects require random programs to be downloaded.
Arra: If the machine will let you download a program then it is OK to use. There is security software on the machine that will block unsafe downloads, but if there is something you need to download for school, then please let us know and we will put that request in to see if it can be approved for the future.
The Teen Laptop Program was generously funded by The Jefferson County Public Library Foundation.
I bolt upright in bed, looking wildly around.
Nothing. Nobody. My face is wet. I reach up and wipe away a mixture of tears and sweat. That dream… Still shaken, I slide my legs out of bed, and sit on the edge of the mattress. I take a rattling breath, and lower my head into my hands. It was her. Again. I groan, and look around my room. Nothing. I almost expect her to leap out at me, her hair swirling, her eyes glowing. It’s as if she’s asking for something. Pleading for help. And yet…
While she terrifies me, she also draws me closer to her. Each night, a kind of fascination with her. The enigma.
“What is she?”, I murmur to myself, lifting my head to look out the window.
“Who is she?”
There’s a storm again. I stand up, and walk to the window to look out. Not much to look at on the ground. Just endless fields of grass. But the sky…
Something about the night, and the storm, just drew me in. The flashes of lighting, the rumble of the thunder, felt to my very bones, the roiling clouds. But I only stood there for a moment before turning away. I was cold. Wearing boxer shorts to bed hadn’t been a good idea. I slid on my jeans, and shuffled to the bathroom. After flicking on the light, I squinted at my reflection in the mirror. At least I still look the same. Sandy hair, blue eyes, big nose, and then the dark circles…
I rub my face, as if that would remove the lack of sleep from my appearance.
Jerking, I spin around, back pressing against the countertop. Nothing. But I could have sworn…
There was nothing here…that I could see. She was here.
“Who—what are you?”
I eyed the ceiling, as if she was floating above me. She could be anywhere…next to me, above me, below me…
I wanted to say no. I would have liked nothing more than to say ‘No, I’m done, leave me alone.’. But I didn’t. I pulled on a sweatshirt, slipped on my old broken down trainers, and went outside. Somehow, I knew she was out here somewhere. In the storm. I stood on the porch, and looked out at the fields. The grass was being blown about by the wind, causing a soft rushing sound.
Again, that voice…
I set off into the land sea, not even bothering to pull up the hood of my jacket. Searching for her. I hunched up my shoulders against the cold drops of rain, already shivering. Lightning dashed across the sky, soon chased by his brother, Thunder. Wading through the soggy grass, I keep my head in a constant swivel, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever I was chasing.
My whole body jerked, as if I had been struck by the very lightening that lit my search.
I turned in the direction of the corporeal voice, and plunged through the grass. I ran, the rain pelting against my face, and trickling down my neck. In fact, I almost missed it because I ran. The only reason I saw it was because of the lightning. It struck, no more than a quarter mile from where I was. The shock ran up through my bones, and made my teeth rattle. My soaked hair stood on end, and I tripped and fell to the ground. I was awed by the sheer power of the storm. Flattening my hair, I stood. And there she was, right in front of me. Her eyes were sad, and they stared into my very soul. I couldn’t bring myself to look away from her. Lightning flashed again, and the wind picked up, causing her hair to flow in streams behind her.
This is the first excerpt from Emma's short story, "Across the Storm". On why Emma writes, "The reason I write is because the world around us is filled with so much emotion, and all it takes is the right words to unleash it." Please check back to continue reading Emma's work.
*photo (c) PublicDomainPictures
Twisted personality -
Beauty and elegance
In its thin, delicate petals
And the vice of a thorn.
Waves of color
Adorning the headdress
Of this sweet rose.
The thorns -
Prepared for an attack
Best weapons at the ready
To protect the fair radiance
Of the princess
*photo redredrose (c) Sarah, Aug 24, 2008.
Audrey submitted these photographs that she took of still life moments in Colorado. She notes, "I've always loved taking more natural photos rather than something with people in them. So, I like to focus more on landscapes and nature photos"
If you love photography then the library has a ton of beautiful oversized books that feature photography and art...come in and get inspired!
he sits on the rim of the balcony
legs dangling over mismatched posts of
poinsettias and yellow roses
distant eyes fading out towards
the city lights. bright, they flicker out one by one.
the taxi cabs and flashy cars inch along
the streets spilling with fascinating people
he watches the tops of their heads
gold amber brown black gray red white hair
damp with rain. dripping, it falls ever so softly.
he stands atop these metal beams
staring forward at shut windows
glass panes covered in scented marker scribbles
the shadows of people conversing surrounded
by blurred yellow. muted, their voices nonexistent.
a cat pauses on the roof with lithe paws
its silhouette arching and shaking
the raindrops flick forth and fall onto the crowd
dirty tears of acrid city air and the weight
of the people. weary, they slip away into the sewers.
he lays against the rigid pavement
staring at gloating imprints of the stars
airplanes blinking unnatural colors and hues
the moon silently cradling his broken, broken heart
cut with pain. empty, it shivers into oblivion.
the lights flash brighter red and brighter blue
doors snap apart and buttery screams melt and fade
purple bathrobe soggy from scratched knees kneeling
she wraps him in her cold arms and wet tears
frozen in guilt. unending, they pool into her patchwork heart.
quiet, quiet, quiet, the broken boy
loud, loud, loud, the shattered mother
pulse, pulse, pulse, the watchful city
the clock strikes three.
photo (c) Martin Garrido, flickr creative commons, 2011
I Am Malala is the inspiring story of Malala Yousafzai, the girl who was shot in the head by the Taliban. Malala's story starts with her father's dream of starting a school, which shows that her passion for education is genetic. Malala also ventures in to talk about her life before the Taliban, which is shockingly challenging, much having to do with her father's school. She talks about the beginnings of the Taliban in Pakistan, and how even before she was shot, she had a powerful voice through her blog and copious speeches. She addresses the mistreatment of women as the Taliban's power grew. In the concluding chapters, she gives third person details of her shooting, mainly from her family's point of view. The book ends with her miraculous recovery and new life in Birmingham, England.
I give this book 4.5 stars out of 5. I highly recommend reading it for book reports, however, it is a fun read all by itself.
Mykenna on her inspirtaion for her illustration...
"I wanted her to be a cute and spunky, shojo-styled girl."
If you love Mykenna's illustration you might check out the manga series, Alice in the Country of Clover: Cheshire Cat Waltz. His name is Boris, and despite his human form and piercings and tattoos, he is not your typical punk teenager. For he is the Cheshire Cat, complete with cat ears and a tail, and a penchant for riddles. Boris is madly in love with Alice, and Alice is vulnerable and lonely. But will she fall for the Cheshire Cat?
*story synopsis from goodreads.com
You shadow my every thought.
Am in awe by you-
The music we make,
The harmonies we create,
The legends we write,
The miracles we put to shame.
You dominate my existence.
Of bodies and souls
Lost in one another
Ancient ruins; we explore, discover history
You are my fire
You are my adventure.
My soul aches for yours.
*Artwork by Mona via flickr, creative commons
Kayleigh, Standley Lake TAB
In three words...Who, Are, You?
The unknown being
What's awesome about the town you live in?
It's small, It's rural. It's not very populated. It has a lot of back alleys, and places where you can go and look around.
What sucks about it?
What sucks is that we have nosy neighbors.
What's the weirdest thing you can think of to say write now?...now?!?
Jacque the Parrot
What are you obsessed with...why?
Adventures and exploring new places.
Got anything to say about the library?
It's really fancy.
Each month we are featuring an awesome member of our Teen Advisory Board (TAB). You might be wondering, "What is TAB and how can I become one of these AMAZING people?!?!?" TAB is a group of teens who meet monthly to discuss how the library can best serve teens, to plan events, and most importantly hang out and have a good time. Talk with the Teen Librarian at your location to get involved.
Our next contributor to the Levithan Project has stepped up to the plate to write "Chapter 2". If you haven't read the story starter then click on "Chapter 1" to see how this crazy project started.
...the dust of my disastrous life had almost cleared--when the last person I expected to see sat down beside me...
Kyle. Let’s talk about Kyle. I’d known him almost ten years ago when we were small and he would throw sand in my eyes when Mrs. Barker wasn’t looking. He had that mischievous smile that made teachers believe it was always his fault, and even if there was no proof, I was sure it always was.
Not that he was a bad kid, of course, but problems seemed to come to him like ants to honey. Once he seemed to have superglued himself to the ceiling, and a doctor had to surgically remove a layer of his skin to get the paneling off him. Another time, all the kinds of food he hated spoiled without warning—the exact instant he entered the lunchroom. It was impossible to blame him, it’s not like you can make food spoil at will, but he never denied his guilt. Not once. He just smiled that mischievous smile and moved on.
I hadn’t heard of Kyle since we went to different middle schools. Seems he’d gotten mixed up with some druggies, and I hadn’t heard anything after that.
Now, this rugged, dark-skinned guy with that same mischievous smile sat beside me, and casually started talking. I knew it was him. And I knew he was up to something.
“Hi Marcie,” he said. “What’s up?”
What are you supposed to say to a question like that? Oh yes, I have just managed to ruin my whole life forever. My family will never forgive me for what I’ve done. And, let’s not forget the killer, it’s very possible that the United States of America is going to sue me, lock me up, and throw away the key. Yay me.
I fell back on my usual response.
“Not much. What about you?”
“Oh, just out and about,” he replied. “I saw you on the bench, and thought I’d stop to say hello. Do you want to go to 7-Eleven with me?”
Call me a bimbo. Joining a possible drug-addict on a whirlwind adventure to a convenience store, possibly to hold it up, for all I knew, and get myself even more arrested. Maybe not my wisest choice, but it was a chance—and I took it.
“Why not?” I sighed, and followed him. I absent-mindedly patted my pocket to make sure my phone was still in there. I only hoped I’d remembered to charge it before my parents had effectively kicked me out. “How did you find me, anyway?” I asked. “I hardly recognize you, Kyle—how would you have remembered me?”
Kyle laughed a little, and there was that smile again, a beacon of trouble that I was reaching for again. “It wasn’t an accident,” he said. “My boss sent me to find you. She has a few ideas for you, about your problems.”
I froze. He knew?
“Relax, Marcie. We already know everything. No family, probably no money, either. My boss thinks he might have a job for you.”
“I’m not working for a drug lord!” I exclaimed. He gave me a funny look.
“We don’t sell drugs, Marcie,” he said. “Far from it. In fact, we sell…
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