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cinema internet

Ex Libris Ahniwa

Yesterday I signed up at Dreamhost for a year of hosting and a new domain. The address is: http://www.exlibrius.org , and will be mostly library-related thoughts, posts, and links. There’s nothing there yet, so don’t bother checking. 🙂

I also bought Mirror Mask and Howl’s Moving Castle.

Mirror Mask is written by Neil Gaiman with art and direction by Dave McKean and puppetry by the Jim Henson company. If you haven’t seen it, you need to go pick it up and watch it.

Howl’s Moving Castle is the latest from Studio Ghibli, who brought us Spirited Away, Nausicaa, My Neighbor Totoro, and about ten other great animated films. Disney is releasing the films in the U.S., and they’re doing a nice job of it. They actually dub the films very well, but also offer a 5.1 Japanese audio track and good subtitles for the purist (I go back and forth).

‘Til next time, it’s time for breakfast! (Yes, I realize it’s late.)
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personal

High School Meme

Who was your best friend?
Prairie, Cree and Benj Ross, Gypsy O’neill (though Gypsy never went to CHS), Kas Clark, Ryan Picavet, Amber and Nick Howell, Sara Abe.

What sports did you play?
I played baseball up UNTIL high school.  After that, have to go with Prairie.  Theater sports are the bomb!

What kind of car did you drive?
My beautiful, sky-blue 1984 VW Rabbit.  I remember I let Sara and Amanda borrow it one day during lunch (what the heck was I thinking!?), and they swore that the car didn’t have a reverse.  I drove Ryan’s maverick once, and slid into a ditch.  That was hella fun.

It’s Friday night, where were you at?
I did Cafe al Mundo a few times.  Otherwise, I was usually off running around, playing in the park, or cold chillin’ with my friends.  Or at play rehearsals.  Not much partying for me, back in the day.

Were you a party animal?
If I was, I think I was a party aardvark.

Were you in the “In Crowd”?
I got along well with everyone, I think.  I did run for ASB prez one time, with Kas, but we didn’t win.

Ever skip school?
I skipped PE a lot to go eat McDonald’s and play in the park.  It was right after lunch, so it was the perfect class to skip!  Junior year Kas and I skipped our running start English 101 class to … eat McDonald’s and play in the park.  Sometimes we’d eat McDonald’s and drive around, but more often than not, it was the park.

Ever smoke?
Yep.

Were you a nerd?
Were?  Am!  Wait … “Am you a nerd?”  Stupid grammar.

Did you get suspended/expelled?
No, somehow all of my teacher’s liked me.

Can you sing the Alma Mater?
Dude, I didn’t even know that we HAD an alma mater.

Who was your favorite teacher?
Mr. Holland was awesome.  I liked Mr. Fine a lot, for some reason (he called me Mr. Ferrari with an appropriate amount of ironic inflection), and Mr. Christian.

Favorite class?
English and drama.  And math.

What was your school’s full name?
Colville High School

School mascot?
Indian.  Because of the “Colville Indian Reservation” being right there, I suppose, but we really had very few native american’s in our school.

Did you go to Prom?
I went to prom my junior year and it was one of the lamest things I have ever done.  Ever.  That night sucked in every conceivable way, not the least of which someone who I didn’t even know, and who was younger than me, informing me that I was going to be a complete failure in life.

If you could go back and do it over, would you?
I dropped out a little over halfway through.  Do you actually think I would go back and do it again?  Well … maybe, but only if I got to bring a laser gun.

What do you remember most about graduation?
That I didn’t graduate.  The GED was hella easy, though.  I remember that, and that I completed it in about 1/3rd the time they say it’s supposed to take.  I think they’ve made it harder since then, though.

Favorite memory of your Senior Year?
Technically, I didn’t have one.  Moving to Port Townsend and working that year was an awesome experience in general, though.

Did you have a job your senior year?
See above.  I worked as a busser/host at the Silverwater Cafe in Port Townsend.

Who did you date?
In order?  Prairie (kinda, we never did kiss; I was way too shy), Jamie, Sara, Brooke, Amber, Heather (crazy Cheney girl!).  Good times.  (Mostly) Good memories.

Where did you go most often for lunch?
McDonald’s.  Yuck!

Have you gained weight since then?
My body type hasn’t really changed much (still average/slightly chubby), but yeah, I’ve gained about 20 lb.

What did you do after graduation?
What haven’t I done!?  Okay, well lot’s of stuff, but hey, there’s time!  If I were to mention three things: graduated from Evergreen, moved to Ohio (and back), started working in libraries.

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humor libraries music

You’ll feel fine at the library.

A library music video?

Indeed.

(warning: annoyingly catchy)

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personal school

Dear Government, Please Give Me Money.

Egads!

I’ve spent four hours already today trying to work out student loan applications. It’s a process that’s involved three seperate phone calls and one call-back left on my voicemail, about six websites (with three open at any one time for referencing purposes), four different login (and registration) processes, and a lot of (probably annoying) finger tapping while I was on hold. Good thing it’s spring break this week and the library is quiet.

In any case, I have successfully (I think) navigated the maze of applying for a student loan. Been awhile since I’ve done that, and it’s a lot tougher applying to a school in another country. The really annoying part is that I can’t get my student visa until I can prove financial means to pay for school, and they’re in no hurry at all to tell me how much they’re going to give me. This will result in frayed nerves for the Ahniwa, I’m afraid.

I’m anxious about it as it is (though super excited), which probably accounts for my dream last night. I was supposed to catch a plane to Paris, but it was the day of my flight and I didn’t have a ride to the airport. Around 6:40pm (in my dream), someone said to me, “Wasn’t your flight supposed to take off at 6:00?”. Somehow, I figured if I could just make it to the airport, it wouldn’t matter if I was late, but I never did get there before I woke up. I had another weird airport dream pretty recently. Not exactly sure what’s up with that.

Cross your fingers for me. I’m more than happy to owe another $40k in loans if I get to live in Montreal for two years and get my masters degree. Especially now that so much has been leading up to it.

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personal

Feeling much better today.

I worked out what was aggravating me so much the other day, for the most part. The fear can be a sneaky ass ninja, but I’ve got rockets. All this revolution makes my stomach floppy.

Boo. Yeay? Honestly, I’m not sure.

But at least I’ve got energy again. 🙂

Stupid feelings.

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internet poetic

Interesting article on blogging.

For anyone interested in blogging, here is an excellent article from the Financial Times.

Which brings us to the spectre haunting the blogosphere – tedium. If the pornography of opinion doesn’t leave you longing for an eroticism of fact, the vast wasteland of verbiage produced by the relentless nature of blogging is the single greatest impediment to its seriousness as a medium.

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music personal poetic

“Well, he’s no Clark Gable.”

Two men whisper on the back roads,
shoulders hunched;
their collars are up around their necks
and their dogs drawn in on a short leash.
In the frigid dawn their breath
draws clouds against the gray horizon.

Their eyes scan the trees,
above the hills,
and they are wary.
Their dogs are restless
and completely silent.

—-

Did you ever hear that Postal Service song? How did it go? Right.

I want so badly to believe that “there is truth, that love is real”
And I want life in every word to the extent that it’s absurd
I know you’re wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear
That your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?

When I think of “the fear”, I think of this and I think of “fear and loathing in las vegas”, not the title but a line from the movie, damned if I can remember it.

When I think of the fear. No, when I get the fear, like I can feel creeping up sometimes still, like today, my eyes feel too far back in my head. My pant legs feel too short and my shoes ridiculous. All these things that I want to do, but none of them energize me. The thought of these actions inexplicibly turns from exciting to draining, and I’d just like to lay down and sleep for a long, long time.

I make poor decisions when I get the fear. I quit dancing. I stay in more often than not. I start to judge the world, and worse, myself, with a scale that nothing can stand up to.

Indécise – Coralie Clément

Peut-être oui, peut-être non
Ca m’est égal de toute façon
À gauche, à droite, ça, je n’sais pas
De haut en bas, oui, pourquoi pas
Un jour où l’autre, on verra bien.
Toujours remettre au lendemain
Ce que je peux faire ce matin
Je ne sais pas me prendre en main…

Sometimes I know where the fear comes from, and why it comes, and what it wants. Sometimes it’s so simple.

Today, the fear is a fucking ninja. It’s sneaky and black and pointy, but I’ve seen its traces. Fuck you, the fear. Come back some other day.

Today. Today I don’t want you.

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dance love personal poetic

The weekend could be summarized in one haiku.

Even two days later,
my bed still smells like beauty.
My couch smells like me.

Aside from the fact that I shouldn’t be “getting with” anyone right now, what all with leaving the city, state, and country in about five months, there are certain people that I REALLY should not be getting with, for other very valid reasons.

Of course, those are exactly the people that I am insanely attracted to. Grrrrr. 

So Friday night my friend Amy and I drove down to Portland to go to the Portland Lindy Exchange. First off, the Crystal Ballroom is mad cool. The floor is air-cushioned, which offers the effect something like that of dancing on a very firm trampoline. On the faster songs it was fun sometimes to stand back and watch the floor ripple. Aside from the visual effect, it was a dream to dance on, considering how much give the floor offers, and thus takes off your joints. I danced with people from New England, Chicago, and a flurry of other places. Had I known that there was an after-dance (from midnight to 6am) I might have geared up the energy to go, but as it was I was tired, and we left Portland around midnight:thirty.

Amy and I wandered around Olympia pretty much all day on Saturday, which was really nice. We had breakfast at Darby’s and later went to Chopsticks for Bubble Tea and green tea icecream. Seperately, good. Together, entirely too much sweet. It seemed like EVERYWHERE we went, every store and shop and restaurant was playing swing music. It was the soundtrack for our day, and all I wanted to do was dance. It’s hard to get a shy girl to dance with you in an antique store, though, where things might be broken.

Saturday evening I dropped Amy off at her house on the way to Seattle, and arrived at a party around 10:30 in the p.m. for some jiggy conversational action. The girl throwing the party is a friend of my sister’s, and used to be my babysitter. She’s a Cornish grad, so she knows all sorts of interesting artists and dancers and such types, which made for a fun crowd. Her downstairs neighbors are a band, so they came up and played, and there were a few dance performances at points that were fun to watch. We left after a couple hours and I crashed at my sister’s place.

Sunday we went to breakfast at Mae’s and then went ice skating. It’s the second time in my life I’ve ever been ice skating, and though it was hella fun, I think I prefer roller-skating, honestly. Plus, I had to pay constant attention to not run over little kids. Which is true when rollerskating as well, but seems more dangerous when you have sharp metal objects attached to your locomotive shanks. I guess, for the kid, it would be the difference between a crushing death or a slashing/stabby death. Hmmmmm…

Later, we went and watched “Night Watch” at the Neptune Theater in the U. District. I liked it a lot, and I’m interested now to see how the rest of the trilogy plays out. It’s nice to see good films coming out of Russia, and it was fun to listen to Russian. As a Russian film MADE to be seen by an American audience, they got to plan the subtitles out ahead of time (rather than just tack them on as an afterthought), and therefore had some really neat subtitle effects that I’ve never seen used before. Some characters practically gathered their energy and shouted the subtitle at the other character, in a very illustrative fashion (giant subtitle lashing across the screen), while some dripped, and some glowed, and while most were white, some were red or orange. In a word, it was neat to see subtitles included as an actual part of the artistic process.

I got home around midnight on Sunday, and went straight to work Monday morning. My bed smells like dangerous dreams, and I’m constantly torn between throwing myself into them or holding them at arm’s length. It’s all completely ridiculous.

Just like anything worthwhile.

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cinema dance

Dance oh dance oh dance.

I get off work in about an hour, and then I’m going to swing up to Tacoma to pick up my friend Amy, and then we’re gonna head down to Portland to go dancing at the Crystal Ballroom. The Crystal is huge (they cater events for up to 1000 people), and as the Portland Lindy Exchange is happening there this weekend, there will be good dancers from all over the world. The Solomon Douglas Swingtet is playing, dancing goes until midnight, and then a long drive back north. It should be a super-awesome time, and I’d be more excited about it if I weren’t sore and tired. I’ve been dancing a ton, and not sleeping enough, lately.

The funny thing is, I don’t think I’m sore from the actual dancing. I think I’m sore from all the driving involved to get to the dances. I think it’s time to invent dancing as a form of transportation. You know, like the elevator in Thoroughly Modern Millie, except maybe a little bit faster, and it would be nice if we could get our own lane on the freeway.
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dance internet personal webcomics

OCD, minus C

I can be compulsive, but usually not in a manic fashion. Obsessive? Absolutely. The subjects vary, but the ones that come to mind immediately are:

  • Webcomics.
  • Ideas for websites.
  • Ideas for La Casa.
  • Swing Dancing.
  • Librarianism.
  • Webcomics.

You’ll notice that, sadly, blogging is not on that list. I’d love to be obsessed with blogging, but I’m not sure if it will happen in this current format. My idea, currently (and this does fall into the “Ideas for websites” obsession), is to create a seperate space for purely personal, day-to-day things (probably on livejournal, which seems to cater to the format), and another space for something more of a professional (meaning, subject-oriented) blog. I have some fun ideas for what I’d like to write about, mostly technology, information science, design, librarianism, and webcomics. It would be a fun cross-spectrum for fun people, I think.

I have two other ideas for what I think would be good websites. The nice part is that once set-up they would, for the most part, run themselves. The not-so-nice part is that I really have no clue how to set them up. The ideas and the execution, I think, would be fairly simple. Unfortunately, fairly simple is generally beyond me at the moment when it comes to web design. I’m decent with CSS and for the most part I “understand” things. Understanding does not a good web designer make. Not by itself, in any case. The point? The point is, if you’re good with web design, and might be interested in collaborating with me to get this stuff going, I’m happy to pitch my ideas to you. Understand, they’re not “exciting”. I don’t have the next MySpace lurking in my brain. They’re simple, but I think they’ll work.

Tonight I’m going dancing in Portland. Tomorrow night, to a party in Seattle. Sunday night I may go dancing in Seattle. Monday night, more dancing. Tuesday and Wednesday: dancing. Thursday? Thursdays I crawl into a hole and sleep, or sometimes I go play poker and drink beer. And I wonder why time seems to slip by so quickly … oh wait, no I don’t. The answer is dancing.

Dancing and webcomics. The two best answers out there.

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love poetic webcomics

Questionably Content

Everything changed today.
You’d think I was overreacting,
that the sky had fallen,
or that I’d kissed a chicken.

The sea isn’t boiling,
not yet, but even so,

everything changed today.

Tomorrow,
it will likely change again.

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love personal poetic

When haiku have kids.

I don’t know what the plural of “haiku” is, but I refuse to say “haikus”. I imagine, like geese, it could be “heeku”, or perhaps “haaku” or “hiiku” (but absolutely not “hooku”, which is obviously the plural for “hookah”). However, I’m going to go with the “moose” methodology instead, which remains “moose”, and which stands as a testiment, when combined with “goose” and its plural, that the English language really doesn’t put forth a whole lot of effort towards being consistent. And that’s exactly why I love it.

In any case, here are two haiku that I wrote. Afterwards, I decided I didn’t like them in haiku form (it was actually their choice and not mine), so from their loins sprung (that’s a really ghastly image) the poem underneath. Actually, haiku are hermaphroditic, but will rarely spawn anything but more haiku when left on their own. When two haiku spawn together, you’ll often get a poem. Haiku orgies often result in odes, ballads, sonnets in iambic pentameter, and children’s songs. Don’t look at me. It’s the natural order! Without further ado …

one

it’s not too late yet;
i want conversation past midnight and
to fulfill your smile’s promise.

two

you smile like moonlight.
fingers brush fingers.
your cheek is smudged with stardust.

it’s not too late yet

it’s not too late yet;
minds wrapped around distant angles,
long exposures drawn out and
sometimes so long that I become aware
of nothing but your presence beside me.

it’s not too late yet;
stepping back into the night’s
artificial flicker.
stars make wishes on our cities.
we hazard fingertips brushing,
too hot to be a holy palmer’s kiss.

it’s not too late yet;
as you smile like moonlight,
your cheek is smudged with stardust
and there’s so much time left to go.

it’s not too late yet;
i want conversation past midnight,
and to fulfill your smile’s promise.

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personal socialweb tech

In the end, I couldn’t bear it.

Perhaps I’ll watch that show. After the city has turned its lights off and the pre-midnight rainbow has become a sea of flashing yellow down State street, I’ll huddle quietly and try to dissolve the mystery surrounding musical and television pop culture. Reality TV? Maybe, but you know it can only be real when people don’t know they’re being filmed, and some of these people are really, very obviously, aware of the cameras. I’ll watch it though not on TV and I won’t vote, but part of me is curious about this pervasive pop phenomenon. It’s interesting, but I can’t get past a skeptical detachment (nor do I want to). Some people spend more time communicating with this show, about this show, than they do with their children, their spouses, their books or their dreams.

Once, when we were all in black and white, television seemed so wholesome. It was a reasonable extension from the family sitting around the radio, listening to the Little Orphan Annie show, news radio, or dramatic productions of great (by “great” I mean pulp) mystery stories. Then we had Bewitched, Leave it to Beaver, I Dream of Jeanie, etc etc. The shows were limited and wholesome, the time spent in front of the television set was balanced by time reading, talking about the news, playing chess, checkers, cribbage, bridge, being a family.

[long rant deleted]

Now, huddled in the blackness as my screen flashes lightning and laugh tracks guide me, sometimes I shiver quietly, and wonder how television could have been so subtle in devouring my integrity.

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humor personal poetic

One, please.

an anti v-day haiku.

lip-locked lovers at the movie;
while you made kissy face,
I ate all your popcorn.

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humor

VD.


Happy Valentine’s.

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personal poetic

Alone and listening

The first thing
these days
after I get home:
a cup of tea
(mint please).

I set the cup near the plants
to watch the steam caress their leaves.
I think they find it erotic.

I watch the sky redden,
then darken
against the sloping horizon,
and the city becomes
a sea of flickering lights
dancing outside my window.

By now I’ve moved on from tea;
something with a kick,
and while Miles takes five
I close my eyes and lean back.

Sometimes,
alone and listening,
staring out into the black
and the ground littered with stars;
sometimes every night is perfect.

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personal

Keirsey’s Rational Ravenclaws

So I took this Keirsey personality type test, which gave me the same results pretty much every other personality test I’ve ever taken says. And which, according to this Keirsey version of the sorting hat, makes me a Ravenclaw. This, as well, is nothing new.

The test describes me thusly:

Rationals, are the problem solving temperament, particularly if the problem has to do with the many complex systems that make up the world around us. Rationals might tackle problems in organic systems such as plants and animals, or in mechanical systems such as railroads and computers, or in social systems such as families and companies and governments. But whatever systems fire their curiosity, Rationals will analyze them to understand how they work, so they can figure out how to make them work better.

In working with problems, Rationals try to find solutions that have application in the real world, but they are even more interested in the abstract concepts involved, the fundamental principles or natural laws that underlie the particular case. And they are completely pragmatic about their ways and means of achieving their ends. Rationals don’t care about being politically correct. They are interested in the most efficient solutions possible, and will listen to anyone who has something useful to teach them, while disregarding any authority or customary procedure that wastes time and resources.

Rationals have an insatiable hunger to accomplish their goals and will work tirelessly on any project they have set their mind to. They are rigorously logical and fiercely independent in their thinking–are indeed skeptical of all ideas, even their own–and they believe they can overcome any obstacle with their will power. Often they are seen as cold and distant, but this is really the absorbed concentration they give to whatever problem they’re working on. Whether designing a skyscraper or an experiment, developing a theory or a prototype technology, building an aircraft, a corporation, or a strategic alliance, Rationals value intelligence, in themselves and others, and they pride themselves on the ingenuity they bring to their problem solving.

Rationals are very scarce, comprising as little as 5 to 10 percent of the population. But because of their drive to unlock the secrets of nature, and to develop new technologies, they have done much to shape our world.

This, in turn, seems to match fairly well with my monkey traits, and perhaps my ram traits as well.

I feel like I know myself pretty well, and I know how I feel about these results. I’m curious to hear from those who know me, and those who don’t know me but through my writing here, how well YOU feel these traits fit me. I know other Aries, and other Monkeys, but I don’t know if I know any other Aries Monkey Rational Ravenclaw types, so I don’t have a very good mirror in that respect, and chances are if I met one I’d hate them.

Which leads me to another question. If you met someone exactly like you (a veritable, or perhaps literal, clone), would you enjoy their company?

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libraries school

Implications of changing names in changing times.

I came across an interesting paper written as a masters thesis
(around 2000, I think), that addresses this topic pretty well.

“The implications of name changes for library and information
science schools” – JULIA ANNE MURPHY

the link is: http://www.crowbold.com/homepage/topic4.htm

Of particular interest concerning this topic:

Positive and Negative Aspects of Name Changes
Most proponents of library school name changes agree that the changes are important in recruiting a new type of student. Changing librarianships’ negative stereotypical image is cited as an important reason. Maurita Holland of the University of Michigan says that the term “library” conjures up archaic images (Davis, 1998) and Jose-Marie Griffiths, Director of the Graduate School of Library and Information Science at the University of Tennessee agrees. “We are striving to recruit students of a different type who wouldn’t think about entering a library and information science program because they have the traditional view of what it’s all about” (Dean’s list, 1994, p. 60).

Another important factor is psychological. Name changes show academe and potential students that the field of information science is not limited to librarianship, and that information science education can lead to non-traditional, higher paying jobs (once again, usually in the corporate world). Library schools today are adamant about divorcing librarianship from the physical institution of the library. “Information science” connotes that information is everywhere and that therefore graduates of a program can work just about anywhere, whether that is in a library, corporate setting, or as a freelance information broker. Nancy Van House, former Dean of the now-defunct School of Library and Information Science at the University of California at Berkeley agrees. “If we focus as ‘library schools’, on the library, then we are tied to an institution that is changing and that could disappear”(Dean’s list, 1994, p.62).

Naturally, others disagree heartily with the name changes, finding them superficial at best and an utter betrayal of the profession at worst. While proponents of the changes believe the name changes will improve relations with the rest of academe, critics feel that universities will see the new titles as simply another attempt by a
low-ranking discipline to manipulate words in order to raise its status (Crowley, 1998). And while name changes may appear to be a token effort to address the reality of the information paradigm shift, it takes time and strategic planning to develop a corresponding curriculum that is properly balanced between theoretical and practical education. In this sense, name changes, especially with the plethora of permutations of the word “information”, can be evidence again of the identity crisis within which library schools are involved (Bohannan, 1991). What are such schools, really? More library school than information science school? Or vice versa? These questions lead one directly back to the definitions described above — definitions that provide few answers except to show that as a profession, librarianship is still struggling to define itself and its schools.

I still don’t know how I feel about getting rid of the word “Library” from graduate programs. Perhaps I’m biased because I do want the degree to pursue work IN libraries, which I realize isn’t the case for everyone.

Here are some more links I’ve run across that seem relevant.
There’s a lot to read, just thought I’d throw it out there.

http://www.si.umich.edu/cristaled/postings/V52.html

http://walt.lishost.org/?p=231

http://www.slis.ualberta.ca/cap03/regan/unitedstates.htm

In addition, library schools are choosing to drop the word ‘library’ from their faculty names in order to disassociate themselves with the low status occupation of librarian. Farley suggests that librarians can improve their status and pay by: 1) standing firm on wage negotiations despite economic downturns, 2) disseminating information on fair pay, 3) embracing the title of librarian instead of information specialist. She generally recommends marketing the librarian as important to society and refute the common misconceptions of the librarian.

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libraries school

The idea of “library” and the importance of a name.

McGill’s Graduate School of Library and Information Studies is evidently considering dropped the words “Graduate” and “Library”, which has some students up in arms. School of Information Studies? I don’t think it sounds as nice, or fits as well the role of the school, which just added three specializations this year: Knowledge Management, Archival Studies, and Librarianship. If you’re going to offer a specialization in “librarianship”, wouldn’t it make sense to keep “library” in the name? The crux is this, what does the word “library” mean in the 21st century, and how is it viewed outside of the library community? Removing the word would likely be based on the idea that “library science” has fallen far enough out of its specialization in libraries and into a more general idea of information management. Is there an viable instance where “library studies” are outside of and distinct from “information studies”?

If you do a wikipedia search for library science it automatically brings up the entry for LIS (Library and Information Science). For wikipedia, library science automatically incorporates information science, but the reverse does not seem to be true.

Library and information science (LIS) is the study of issues related to libraries and the information fields. This includes academic studies regarding how library resources are used and how people interact with library systems. These studies tend to be specific to certain libraries at certain times. The organization of knowledge for efficient retrieval of relevant information is also a major research goal of LIS. Basic topics in LIS include the acquisition, cataloging, classification, and preservation of library materials. In a more present-day view, a fervent outgrowth of LIS is information architecture. LIS should not be confused with information theory, the mathematical study of the concept of information or information science a field related to computer science and cognitive science.

Programs in LIS are interdisciplinary, overlapping with the fields of computer science, various social sciences, statistics, and systems analysis.

Doing a search for “information science” points you to informatics, where the language points much more into the realm of computer science and information management via databases and software engineering.

Informatics or information science is the study of information. It is often, though not exclusively, studied as a branch of computer science and information technology and is related to database, ontology and software engineering.

Informatics is primarily concerned with the structure, creation, management, storage, retrieval, dissemination and transfer of information. Informatics also includes studying the application of information in organizations, on its usage and the interaction between people, organizations and information systems. Within information science attention has been given in recent years to human computer interaction (HCI) and to the ways people generate, use and find information.

In the academic world, it’s easy to think that being a librarian is all about creating databases, utilizing new software, being technologically innovative, and so-on and so-forth, ad technologicum. However, many LIS graduates find work in small public libraries, where you still find a lot of patrons who don’t want to use computers or databases, and who want to ask the librarian anytime they have a question. For a lot of librarians, patron interaction and reference work are what make their jobs worthwhile, and while younger library users will likely jump on the technology bandwagon, utilizing the software and databases created by the librarian instead of the librarian directly, we have a more conventional generation, who having grown up with card catalogs and print indexes, aren’t keen on skipping the middleman and jumping straight into information overload.

Day by day the line is blurring between LIS and Informatics. We, as librarians and library students, are at a point where we need to try and straddle the gap between the two, and eventually build a bridge. I think that it is important to maintain the distinction between information study as a librarian to information study as a computer science student or software engineer. Yes, as “librarians” we want to be able to branch out. We are versatile, and can offer many skills outside of the library setting. But if that is our explicit goal, then the field of library science will decline, and the importance of the library as place will eventually be swallowed by technology, computer science, and the internet. The library can always expand its purview, and incorporate innovation and technology to its heart’s content. We can make the words “library science” mean “information expert”, rather than letting “information expert” destroy the word “librarian”.

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World 2.0

The president of the U. of Michigan gave an excellent speech yesterday on Google’s book digitization and its impact on libraries, information, and publishing. (full text)

New technologies and new ideas can generate some pretty scary reactions, and Google Book Search has not been immune. The project, for all that it promises, has been challenged: on the editorial page, across the airwaves, and, with your organization’s endorsement, in the court system.

It is this criticism of the project that prompted me to accept your invitation to speak — and explain why we believe this is a legal, ethical, and noble endeavor that will transform our society.

Legal because we believe copyright law allows us the fair use of millions of books that are being digitized. Ethical because the preservation and protection of knowledge is critically important to the betterment of humankind. And noble because this enterprise is right for the time, right for the future, right for the world of publishing, right for all of us.

Relatedly, a lot of discussion has been happening about “library 2.0”. ACRLog has a good post with lots of links here. Stephen Abram has a post here that covers the spectrum of web 2.0, library 2.0, and the 2.0 world. I guess it’s the 2.0 revolution, hope you brought your mittens.