We're here, we're bored, it's 3AM and we ain't takin' no mediocre theory no how from nobody!

Middlesex, an unintended review

So, I'm innocently emailing to and fro. The other end of the line is much heavier on the IQ than I, so I'm trying to put a little spit shine on ye olde reader's advisory.

(Is it easier for you to book talk in bytes? It is for me.)

Here I go, posting stuff I oughtn't. This is the stuff born of flattery.



Two of the lists I'm on that are fantastic for philosophy are GOVDOCS and GAYLIBN, though the droughts between deep thinking oases seem pronounced sometimes. I stick around for moments like these.

Right now on the latter, there's an awesome back and forth on NACO, Authorities, RDA, OPAC display and all sorts of other heavy duty cataloguing junk.

The initial uber relevant list question was something like "Hey, what do we do with trans people's authority records?"

Cogito ergo sum

I can't help but wonder how much we all wonder.

Have we sidelined philosophical discussions to the point of irrelevance?

There are listservs, bulletin board systems, conferences and all sorts of outlets for our musings, but the format I find most comforting is the Library Camp. (http://librarycampnyc.wikispaces.com/) I found out about this year's too late, but I dished with someone that had gone, and it sounded like it lived up to my imaginings.

More infectuous hope

I had the most rewarding day on the job I have ever enjoyed thus far. So that's round about 7 years, which I realise makes me wet behind the ears in Librarian time.

But I don't care.

I know a lot of people that come into contact with me wonder why I choose the hard road in life. I stand and fight against impossible odds or I'll fold meekly in a seemingly unpredictable fashion, and certainly in a manner that would lead a cursory examiner to conclude strange things. A lot of it's cultural.

But really, days like this are why I do what I do.

Hey, another Ranter

Check it out, an up and coming Masters' student (or perhaps he's gradumatated by now) is in to ranting, too. I found his blog by accident.


Navigation can require a couple clicks hither and yon to actually yield watcha want.

Doris Kearns Goodwin for President of the Red Sox Nation

ALOnline is asking me for a username and password, thus effectively barring me access, so to heck with Library Stuff. It is Sunday.

Seeing as how Shirley Keech is above the fray (or possibly that the teeming masses were hideously unintelligent), we've no choice but support Doris Kearns Goodwin.

Need I say more?


Don't Salt Yer Fields

Librarians of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but your petty cash!

Ditch your fines.


Something I wanted to test when I came into my evil duhrectorship was whether fines were worth it or no.

After a couple months and literally a couple of dollars, I picked no.

Iamque quiescebant uoces hominumque canumque Lunaque nocturnos alta regebat equos

Yesterday was odd on all counts. I took the scenic route home via work from the Region. I'm fairly sure I'm magnetically attracted to Libraries. I just rove from books to more books.

Anyway, I'm seeing my totems through the whole trek, so I know I'm on the right path.

Inevitably I drop by the Library on my "day off".

I wrestled with the idea of taking the South road from the Region to go see one of the Elders, but decided to see an Elder of a different stripe.

I swear I'm getting to the point.

Oh yes, SRRT rules!

So, I've been thinking for a while that Second Life is a silly thing for us to be engaged in as a profession. I just shake my head at it, despite being a rabid gamer, and think "Sheesh, why have a virtual ALA office when the real one hasn't made this life a eutopia yet."

I realise that we've got hard issues as a profession. I know we'll never solve everything. I also know that charity has been and will continue to be done through Second Life.

But it just struck such a dischord in me.

And now, SRRT (though not yet officially) is callin' foul, where foul deserves to be called.

More Higher, More Faster -- Ye Bong Choi

I must sound the same after a while, which is why I'm not terribly partial to blogs. On the other hand, stilling myself to write a proper scholarly article is a bit much for me at the moment.

Therefore, unrefined bs is better than no bs, but not as good as scholarly, or refined, bs.

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