Archive for November, 2005

7 Novembris 2005

Happy geek

So the smart-camp folks I was involved with as a wee sproglet are doing yet another research study. (One of the things they don’t really emphasize about smart camps is that they’re constantly used for research guinea-pigging. Each time I went to smart camp, one night of camp was set aside specifically for us to guinea-pig for the education researchers.)

I’m all “up with research!” so I filled out their lengthy survey. (I expect I’ve got some smart-camp readers, so I won’t mess up the researchers’ results by talking about the study’s subject matter.) Lo and behold, they sent me $15 at -m-z-n.c-m as a thank-you. Nice of them.

I thought about Weighty Library Tomes, but I haven’t indulged my inner geek-child for quite some time, so I let smart camp pay for half the cost of the Firefly DVDs instead.

Happy geek am I. I dig that show.

(And no, nobody needs to know what my seventh-grade SAT scores were. Yes, I could have gotten into college on the strength of them, but so what?)

Ugly has arrived

I grumbled to myself in the bathroom this morning, slapping a number of variously nasty artificial substances on my face in preparation for a brief talk I had to give this afternoon. Bah, it’s not as though any of this mess actually helps. They say “lipstick on a pig” for a reason, you know. But people I don’t know will expect it. Dunno why they can’t just act like my coworkers, who all know I’m ugly and have learned not to care.

And then my glass-half-full device driver kicked in (I boot up slowly on Monday mornings) and I realized that being allowed to be ugly on the job, even just most of the time, is a major privilege that I should clutch lovingly to my unfashionably-oversized chest and never, ever lose sight of.

Yeah, you just think I’m kidding.

Back in the day, I did plenty of time as a temp clerical worker. I was young, skinny, and (just barely) conventionally attractive enough then to get plenty of work—and let’s not kid each other, in that business, young and skinny matters. So does being white. (If you think I’m wrong, I recommend Jackie Krasas Rogers’s book Temps for a reality check.)

Clothing and makeup matter too. I duly slathered my face with noisome gunk every bloody day. The least I could get away with, to be sure, but nonetheless—Susan “Realité” Shwartz had it right. It’s part of the uniform. An expensive, unhealthy, weird and rather clownish part.

And I don’t have to do it any more, except on special occasions. Oh, it’s marvelous!

Class issue? Major class issue, you betcha. If you’re a non-librarian working in a library, your appearance is probably up for scrutiny, and you may well be condescended to or spoken badly of if you don’t cut the appearance and uniform mustard, no matter what your work is like. And the lion’s share of the condescension comes from women, too. Never let it be said that we can’t oppress with the best of ’em.

(Have personally witnessed this, several places. For self-protection, am not naming names, not even names of places.)

Control, too. I mean, really, if a woman can’t call her face and body her own… I’m not saying that librarianship doesn’t have control issues—jargon is a locus of control I’ve seen my colleagues complain about, and technology is another. However, a left-handed benefit of the frump stereotype is that we don’t have “high standards” about pulchritude in our profession, which is all to the good in my book.

I’m smart and competent. Obviously. If I weren’t, I wouldn’t be allowed to be ugly. Hell of a way to find out you’ve arrived, but all in all, I’ll take it.

Mañana

I learned today that I can’t manage to read highly technical reports half an hour before I go home for the day, especially after two lengthy meetings in rapid succession.

This is, I am sure, a good (if obscurely disappointing) thing to know.

So, yeah, if you were expecting scintillating commentary on the DSpace/METS/SIP thing, well… not today.

LazyWeb ho!

Somebody please redo this for real browsers? I will love you forever.

6 Novembris 2005

The gentle South

I rang David on Friday to ask him to ring his parents and see if they’d like to go on a walk someplace, since the weekend was forecast to be ridiculously nice. They picked us up this morning at 10, and we went to Hemlock Overlook park.

Wisely, I left my fleece jacket in the car; the sun was bright and warm and I may have toasted my scalp a bit (didn’t think to bring a hat). Fall colors were in full swing, and we walked along a fair portion of the shallow, placid Bull Run creek. We ate lunch on some rocks by the creekside, my crazy husband dabbling his long bare feet in the water.

Not much of anything by way of fauna—somewhere downstream there’s a shooting range, maybe that scares everything away?—but we did see a lovely red-bellied woodpecker scooting up and down a dead tree. Plenty of nuts all over the place; a real pity there seemed to be so few squirrels to eat them.

Try that in the Frozen North in November.

4 Novembris 2005

Google Print bogglement

Yeah, so you know what Google Print enables? The print egosurf. Never been possible before.

(Oh, shut up. If you haven’t already done it, you’re going to as soon as you finish reading this post. Maybe sooner.)

The first result on my own egosurf I fully expected. The second? Hel-LO NURSE! I had no idea.

MPOW has the book. I am so ganking it on Monday. Because I’m not at all sure I agree with the author’s interpretation as presented in that little snippet.

Authority

Passing by Tim Bray’s place, I find out that Wikipedia is considering putting out print books to help defray expenses.

Well, isn’t that going to put librarians in a big ol’ tizzy. Because books are good. Books are authoritative. Scruffy little Wikipedia shouldn’t be making claims to authority by publishing books.

The fact of print publishing is a quality heuristic in librarianship. We all know what I think of heuristics. So I’m going to sit back and watch the fun, as the print-vs.-online heuristic gets just that little bit leakier.

Coincidentally, I’m co-authoring a proposal at the moment for a small reference book in an area where… let’s just say I’m not authoritative. An enthusiast, yes, certainly. But that’s a long way from authority. And yet I expect to be in print in a year or two.

Heuristics leak.

HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY

Well, well. Happy birthday, DSpace!

Now where’s that next release? I’m getting bugged about RSS feeds, and bitten by the null-collection bug.

3 Novembris 2005

Don’t fence me in

The whole front façade of the library, including the entrance, has been closed for remodeling. (Though I’ve yet to see anyone actually working on it.) Quite sensibly, it’s all fenced off.

I have to say, though, I’m a bit dubious about the barbed wire atop the fence…

2 Novembris 2005

The machine behind the curtain

I’m still thinking through a short article for a local journal on classroom access to published scholarship. One of the odder conclusions I’m coming to is that I ought to thank some of the higher-handed players in this game (*cough*AAP*cough*), just for making the publication machine visible.

The eternal academic-librarian plaint is that faculty don’t see what their librarians do for them. They look for material, and lo! there is material. They want something on reserve, and lo! it shows up on the reserve shelves. They want expensive journals, and lo! they get them. (Mostly. Less so these days. Again, the machine is becoming visible, and faculty are discovering they don’t like what they see, ’ware PDF.)

Right now, though, they’re asking for materials to be put on e-reserve, because they and their students love the convenience, and lo! they are suddenly being refused because the AAP is poking its nose into the e-reserves system to find out how more money can be squeezed out of libraries.

(By the way, I may have mistakenly said on CavLec previously that the AAP was suing UCSD. They aren’t, as of this writing. They’re just sending nasty lawyer letters at present. One of these moments I’ll do a CavLec search and issue any necessary corrections.)

If I were an AAP strategist, which I’m emphatically not, I’d have told the lawyers to go slow on this one. That the lawyers are going quite slowly suggests to me that somewhere an AAP strategist has had the same thought I’ve had: faculty are a slumbering behemoth right now, because they don’t know how they get access to materials; they just know that materials are there when they need them. Interrupt that, and the behemoth could well awaken and trample the AAP underfoot.

I get the sense that the AAP is actually feeling fairly encouraged on the open-access front. For all the noise coming from librarians, the faculty behemoth really hasn’t stirred much. We lost big on the NIH proposal, surveys show faculty support for open access is lukewarm at best, and nobody’s beating down my door to deposit materials in the repository.

Why? Because faculty don’t feel the pinch. When they want e-access to an article, it’s usually there, and if it isn’t, they can comfortably attribute its absence to those darn libraries, when are they going to digitize everything already? (Never mind that we mostly aren’t in the article-digitization business. Faculty don’t know that.) Faculty don’t see the firewalls. They don’t realize how easy it is for a database provider to yank access. And all this wonderful e-access has happened with zero additional effort or expense from faculty; journals, database providers, and libraries have Just Done It. So why should faculty bother investigating the supply-chain?

Until the supply-chain breaks, loudly and visibly. As the AAP is threatening to break e-reserves. Thanks, AAP—we needed you to do that. Honestly, I mean it—thank you.

What we will do about it, if we’re smart, is refuse to curtain the machine this time. We’ve curtained it before; we’ve done everything in our power to keep the for-profit takeover of scholarly publishing from hurting faculty access to research materials. Unfortunately, this meant shooting a huge dose of tranquilizers into the behemoth, and now we’re worse off than ever.

Not this time. This time, we call out the AAP behind the curtain. This time, we look faculty in the eye and say, calmly, “No, we can’t put this on e-reserve, because fair-use is endangered everywhere and the AAP is making lawsuit noises—but why don’t you and I contact the article authors and ask if they’ll post a preprint we can link to? And by the way, are you posting your own preprints for others? We have this repository…”

We have to draw a thick black line connecting what faculty do and what they have access to, because right now they don’t see it. That’s how we awaken the slumbering behemoth.

And that’s why I need to sit myself down and write that article.