(Nataliedee.com for the photo above).
I am fighting the urge to dive into the jar of pickles in the office refrigerator (yes, I bought them therefore it's legal to gorge), but I know it stinks, I know I cannot help drinking the pickle juice and that's just embarassing. So, I deny myself the pleasure. The pure salty, garliky, green pleasure. And, I really want a pickled egg. Anyone know where I can get one in NYC?
The pictures from last night's show will be online manana. It was a great show (Hugh Walsh and Markéta Irglová), by the way.
http://www.popgoesthelibrary.com/
http://www.brooklynvegan.com/ (NOT LIBRARY)
http://libetiquette.blogspot.com/ (VERY FUNNY)
http://freerangelibrarian.com/
http://www.handheldlib.blogspot.com/
http://librarianinblack.typepad.com/
http://ricklibrarian.blogspot.com/
http://www.librarywebchic.net/wordpress/
http://www.libraryplanet.com/
http://www.roguelibrarian.com/ (She's local.)
http://www.theshiftedlibrarian.com/
Pickle I own you. You are mine. You must be stopped.
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