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These days, I'm the director of the American Library Association' s Office for Intellectual Freedom. I'm also executive director and secretary of the Freedom to Read Foundation. See "About Me" for contact information.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

ALA Presidency: election results

I just realized I never recorded on this blog the results of the ALA election! (I did elsewhere, mainly Facebook and Twitter, but I should have put it here, too.) The victory went to Julie Todaro (2899 votes), followed by Joe Janes (2877 votes), followed by me (2222 votes), followed by JP Porcaro (2121). About 21% of the membership voted.

I had a chance to spend time with all of the candidates, and have to say that I genuinely liked every one of them. Julie will be an outstanding ALA president. She has great depth of experience both within the association and the field. Joe was a delightful and insightful candidate. JP's passion and commitment were and are deep and sincere.

And me? It was an honor to be nominated, an education to run, and I find myself untroubled by the loss. I got into the race because I am deeply interested in thought leadership -- in identifying and promulgating the significant ideas within my profession and society. I would have done that as ALA president. I can do it without that position. Meanwhile, ALA is in good hands.

So, as noted in many other places, my warmest congratulations to Julie, and my thanks to my supporters. Stay in touch!

Monday, May 4, 2015

10 haiku

I'm facilitating today on the Western Slope of Colorado. This is from my lovely drive yesterday from Castle Rock through Colorado Springs, Canyon City, Salida, Gunnison, to Montrose.

Colorado hills
triplets and arpeggios
melody of rock

rising to the pass
rising to the lightning and
rising to the rain

suddenly between
avocado pinon and
black cloud - gleaming snow

radio sputters
into static and river
road turns to whitecaps

on mountain's north side
white carpet glimpsed through the green
snow under the pines

white-green valley wet
beneath gray-blue horizon:
late afternoon pearls

black cattle lying
in the short blonde grasses and
just looking around

a core of red rock
is covered over with creased
mounds of earth and grass 

skinny little bird
struts across the highway just
above Beaver Creek

skeletons of trees
rise white from the blue waters
of Black Canyon lake