New LCSH!

This post is the opinion of Netanel Ganin and is in no way to be construed as an official communication from any section of any institution. 

As always — check out the full approved list.

Onto the headings!

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Body size in art

he’s so slender!

 

Clitoris in literature

Samantha Spade is on the case.

 

Computer fiction

I think I’d try to aim for the HAL spot on its face.

 

Dictators as authors

I know, I know it’s not totally accurate for this heading. There’s no way he wrote it.

 

Ethnic food

yes

 

Ghosts in popular culture

The fate of all librarians is to haunt their last library of employment

 

Hand-to-hand fighting in motion pictures

Some of these fights have not aged well

 

Kibosh (The English word)

Kibosh (The English pipe clamp)

 

Singularities (Artificial intelligence)

If our future robot overlords don’t like Michelangelo…they’re going to be very disappointed by the number of riffs on this

 

Stomach in literature

We didn’t go inside the human body at my old school!

 

Three-dimensional pens

C’mon LCSH — ALL PENS ARE THREE DIMENSIONAL

 

Twitterbots

“Hillary killed Seth Rich”

 

Water-skiers

I have never successfully water-skied. I *have* successfully been dragged by a boat tho

#LISmentalHealth2018

I started a new job in a new city in August 2017. My partner and I packed up our lives and moved from Boston, Massachusetts to Culpeper, Virginia on the assumption, expectation, and hope that this would be a step up for me career-wise.

During the first week of our arrival, in the first few days of starting the new position I had a breakdown. My skin was clammy, my thoughts were racing, I felt lightheaded and weak. I had trouble breathing and couldn’t focus. I’ve been in treatment of one kind or another since 2005 and had never had a panic attack.

I felt deep fear that this move had been a mistake, that I shouldn’t’ve come here and brought my partner along either. That the job wasn’t what I wanted, wasn’t a good fit, that the town wasn’t a good fit, that we weren’t a good fit for it. I was afraid that there was no way to go back without humiliating myself, that I couldn’t undo the terrible mistake I’d made.

I couldn’t imagine staying and doing the work, and I couldn’t imagine going home either. I felt trapped in my own choices.

My therapist of course was back in Boston, he had recommendations for me but all of them were in Washington, D.C. None of them easy to get to for me.

I went to a walk-in clinic and managed to get 30 doses of a PRN for anxiety, paying out of pocket because I wasn’t yet covered by my new insurance.

Time passed. I hung on, and it passed. I’m still not 100% sure that I made the right choice. I am still plagued by fears and doubts of my future and my choices. I’m not acutely or actively symptomatic, but there was a moment where I was afraid I would have a relapse of dangerous self-destructive behavior.

If you’re feeling alone in questioning your circumstances, a job you’ve taken, changes you’ve undergone and it’s overwhelming and it’s scary and you feel out-of-control and wild and your thoughts are racing. You’re not alone.

I’m here with you.