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Dies Veneris, 10 Februarii 2006

Thou shalt not count four

Reposted with augmentation from my LJ, because first Stuart tagged me and then Walt did, too.

Four Jobs I’ve Held: Computer-lab consultant, college Spanish instructor, data-entry operator, librarian.

(Want four more? Okay. Cafeteria stockroom attendant, receptionist, assistant to an auditor of pharmaceutical-trial data, electronic-publishing conversion peasant.)

Four Movies I Can Watch Over and Over: My Neighbor Totoro, The Dark Crystal, Singin’ in the Rain, Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring.

Four Places I’ve Lived: Raleigh, NC; Bloomington, IN; Madison, WI; Fairfax, VA

Four TV Shows I Love To Watch: As Time Goes By, Seachange, Babylon 5, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Four Places I’ve Been on Vacation: Kettle Moraine State Park, the Fox Cities, the Great River Road, Horicon Marsh. (All in Wisconsin. That trip was really the only straight-up vacation I think I’ve ever taken.)

Four Websites I Visit Daily: Do you really want to know? Okay, well, aside from my news aggregator and my LJ friends page, the Housing Bubble blog, my baby, my friend the Dragonhunt GM’s blog (because there is no RSS feed for it), and a friend’s private blog whose URL I can’t give out.

Four of My Favorite Foods: pad thai, ice cream, sour cream and onion potato chips, and a well-made pizza. (Hey, nobody said I was the world champion healthy eater.)

Four Places I’d Rather Be: Back in the Midwest, not living in a megalopolis, in a house instead of a third-floor condo, walking distance to the public library. (I’m sorry. I’m trying. I still don’t like living here. If I didn’t love my job a hell of a lot, I’d already be plotting how to get out.)

No tags. If you want to, go for it.

Dies Saturni, 11 Februarii 2006

Get your own repository rat

In the past two weeks, I’ve received a number of emails and phone calls asking my advice about various aspects of running a repository.

This is ludicrous. I’ve been doing it for six months. I don’t know squat, I don’t pretend to know squat, and frankly, anybody who tells you that they do know squat about this job is either Stevan Harnad or lying or both.

The whole thing is reminiscent of HR-penned job ads in 2001 that used to ask for five years of XML experience. (Clue: XML hadn’t existed that long.) DSpace the software is three years old. Repositories were at the gleam-in-the-eye stage ’round about five years ago. When university libraries started opening repositories, they didn’t hire people like me to run them; typically they took a “we built it, so they will come” attitude and loaded the repository responsibilities onto an existing job description.

(It didn’t work, and such repositories languish un-deposited-in. But that’s another story. Two ways the story can end: we hit a tipping point such that faculty everywhere clamor to fill repositories, or things go along as they are, and unused repositories wither and/or are absorbed into consortial efforts. I’m not laying bets either way. All I can do is work for that tipping point.)

So genuine repository-rats are indeed rarissimae aves, but that’s got nothing to do with how special we are and everything to do with the way things have played out in the larger publishing and library contexts. None of us rats entirely knows what we’re doing yet; we can’t, we haven’t been doing it long enough. We’re still at the spaghetti-throwing stage.

I should observe at this point that my remarks are limited to the US context. Europe and Australia have been at this game a bit longer, and know more about it than we do here. I got asked a while back about conferences for repository-rats—it’s no surprise that the good ones are overseas. Over here there’s DASER, and… and… well, if you’re lucky there’ll be a session or a BOF lunch at a conference with a different focus entirely. I’m not counting scholarly-communication conferences; they’re fine, but they tend to focus on high-level concerns that are well beyond the daily grind of your typical repository-rat.

What are you to do if you need to hire a repository-rat? Well, you have some options. You can try to raid the few universities who have created them. I doubt you will find that easy at this juncture. You might luck out and find an overseas librarian who wants to move to the States, but I wouldn’t count on it. You could run into established librarians who cherry-picked a new and interesting task, in which case you’ll have to offer major incentives; if they can cherry-pick whatever they want to do, why on earth would they move? You could be looking at a reference or coll-dev librarian who took on the repository under protest and without enthusiasm, but why would you want to hire that? Or you could run into tyros like me, who have poison-pill contract provisions and early-career issues to deal with. In two to five years, we tyro rats will have our first review/promotion cycles under our belts, and may even be looking at our first career moves. For now, we’re inaccessible.

(Yes, I have a poison pill in my contract, and I knew that when I signed it. If I leave before mid-July, I have to repay MPOW the relocation allowance they handed me. Didn’t bother me, and still doesn’t—in a way, that clause was a certain amount of reassurance that they’d keep me for at least a year!)

You can take a step to the side and hire a digitization librarian—there’s a fair few more of those, and they’ve got the skills a repository-rat needs. (They may have to change focus a little, as digitization projects have heretofore focused on doing the digitization rather than preserving the results, but that shouldn’t present a major problem.) And those who were hired as tyros are just about hitting the time for the first or second big career move. Again, though, this won’t be cheap or even necessarily easy.

What I’d do, if I needed a repository rat? Honestly, I’d do what MPOW did: nab a newly-minted librarian with decent evidence of aptitude. Experience and connections mean diddly-squat at this stage of the game; if they mattered, why would anyone be calling me asking how to run a repository?

Mind you, tech aptitude isn’t necessarily what someone who wants a repository-rat should be looking for. Helps, sure, but it isn’t nearly the whole package. A repository-rat spends a lot of her time evangelizing (both internally and externally, to change-averse librarians as well as clueless faculty) and coping with copyright hassles. She’d better be able to handle it.

Anyway, the reason I got onto this particular rant is that I am hearing whispers of a very intriguing upcoming opportunity for a repository-rat. If you want to be one, you could do worse than shoot me a copy of your résumé.

Dies Solis, 12 Februarii 2006

Temporarily frozen South

Well, it seems the South had the notion to welcome carpetbagging immigrants like me, so it dumped about a foot of snow on the ground, icicles and all. The poor juncos and finches have to displace their weight or more in snow from the branches outside our window just to have a place to sit. Our cardinals are looking mighty red and mighty disgruntled.

It’ll be a day to sit, sip warm drinks, watch the birds at our full feeders, and admire the holdover from my well-loved Frozen North.

Dies Lunae, 13 Februarii 2006

Celebrity-free zone

Joe Duemer wants to know if I have any images of famous people in my workspace.

I have my graduation picture in my cube, and that’s got Tammy Baldwin in it. That’s, um, it for real people.

If we add famous fictional characters, I do a little better. The Don and Sancho are present, as is Mighty Plush Cthulhu. Aragorn stares moodily from a Banned Books Week bookmark, and Barbara “Batgirl” Gordon strides out of another library-themed bookmark.

Other than that, I’ve got a tiger and a lot of penguins on some posters, which I put up to keep people from ragging me about how bare of decoration my work cube is. If I had my druthers, I’d have an orangutan, just to remind myself to be humble and keep a sense of humor, but I haven’t found an orang poster I like yet. Eventually I believe I’ll have a Bibliomedusa, but the artist from whom I have commissioned same is still plugging away at his rendition thereof.

Was that edifying?

Dies Martis, 14 Februarii 2006

Phooey.

I had a post half-done on some good stuff out of the latest Serials Librarian, but my browser ate it. I’d redo it on Nova the PowerBook, which is back from the shop, except that my AC adaptor was causing the problem to begin with and is still non-functional, which means another few days’ wait until I get a new one.

I’d tell y’all about the triumphs of today’s meetings except there weren’t any; and I’d rattle on about Valentine’s Day except my husband is going off to Persian class, and, well…

… the truth is I’m in such a filthy mood (and for no good reason, either, which only makes it filthier) that I’m going to settle back with the chocolates my husband kindly left for me and pretend the rest of y’all don’t actually exist for a while.

You don’t, right? Because you’re all virtual and stuff. Well, I hope all of you virtual peeps are in a better mood than I am.

Dies Mercurii, 15 Februarii 2006

Computers in Libraries 2006

It’s official; I’m going to Computers in Libraries 2006. Yay for local conferences, and getting in on MPOW’s group rate.

I may pop in and out depending on how much work I have to do (and a dumptruck just stopped at my desk), but I’ll try to make as many sessions as possible involving fellow bloggers. And may I say that whoever put the Content Management, Digital Libraries, and Digital Planning tracks against each other needs to be taken out for summary execution?

Faute de mieux, I am currently marshaling the bibliobloggers’ dinners. I thought plural would be a good idea, as CiL should attract a hefty complement of bloggers. If you’re coming, please go write your name on the wiki, so I can call restaurants and arrange reservations. And if you’re willing to take over arrangements for one or more dinners (especially Thursday’s), please go say so on the wiki! I will be your friend for life.

Dies Jovis, 16 Februarii 2006

Spaghetti that didn’t stick

Open Access News spread the word today that the first Report on the NIH Public Access Policy (’ware really intensely grotty PDF) is out.

Compliance rate? A desperately pathetic 3.8%. Three point eight percent of the literature that was eligible for archiving under this policy actually got archived.

You begin to see what repository rats are up against? The NIH did its level best to communicate the policy to researchers, and they’re decently competent at outreach. As far as I know, publishers didn’t spread much FUD among researchers. Even so, a big fat nothing happened, because the policy had no teeth and researchers don’t understand and don’t care about the economics or socioinformatics of publishing.

I part ways with Stevan Harnad on a lot, but he’s dead right about one thing at least: if researchers don’t have to provide open access, they mostly won’t. I can cajole and jolly and educate and reason with them all I want, but I won’t have nearly the impact of a policy with teeth. We can’t coddle researchers on this; it’s tantamount to coddling Elseviley Verlag.

Fortunately, it looks as though the NIH policy is likely to sprout teeth. Because of that, I’m actually not at all saddened that this particular spaghetti-strand didn’t stick when thrown at the wall. We now have cogent evidence that “voluntary” open-access policies aren’t worth spit. That removes a fairly big pillar that Elseviley Verlag likes to hide behind.

Welcome back, Nova!

My new adaptor got here finally. I plugged it in, booted Nova, and chewed my fingernails until I could finally look at the little power icon in the top right corner.

Which showed a cute little plug, indicating charging action. Yay!

I am doubly relieved because when I got home today the Silver Surfer had what my grandmother calls a “senior moment,” refusing to find grub and get going on loading an operating system. Eventually the Surfer decided to fsck itself, quarantined some bad sectors, and was fine afterwards, so I daresay the hard drive’s nearing the end of the line.

Gosh, I’m glad to have Nova back.

Dies Veneris, 17 Februarii 2006

Stopped clocks

I’m wrong so often that every once in a while I like to point out when the clock stops at my part of the dial.

So.

I said this about the Google digitization project. And then additional evidence emerged.

And now Jessamyn confirms it with a link over here.

I’ll be blunt. The digital files that Google is going to produce are crap, not ebooks. They’re not one-tenth as readable as even a bare-bones Project Gutenberg ASCII. They substitute for a properly-designed ebook (never mind a print book) in roughly the same way that a moldy bottle of off-brand spaghetti sauce substitutes for a six-course meal at a five-star Italian restaurant.

Could publishers please grow the you-know-what up now? And perhaps develop a wee bit of appreciation for text artisanry?

Dies Saturni, 18 Februarii 2006

Ahhhhhh

Did my taxes today, with the able assistance of TurboTax Online, which has basically hooked me for life. This was an ugly complicated tax year, what with the move and the new job and the house sale and the business taxes and the everything else. I was done in about three hours. That’s impressive. Would have taken me three days on paper.

I had to hop over to my ex-mortgage company’s website because I couldn’t find my interest statement. (My fault. I know they sent it to me; I remember seeing it.) “Paid in full,” announced the account page as soon as I logged in.

Paid. In. Full. If that hasn’t got the nicest ring to it.

Housing prices in this area continue to bear zero resemblance to reason. Walking up from campus to meet David for his birthday dinner, I snagged flyers from two townhouses on the market less than a block apart. $434K on one, $660K on the other, which has an extra bedroom and a garage but is otherwise quite similar. Are a bedroom and garage worth nearly two hundred thousand dollars? I sure as heck don’t think so.

Even better, there’s another one a few doors down from the $434K one, identical square footage and beds/baths… for $549K. Been on the market a couple-three months, that one has. Can’t imagine why it hasn’t sold.

Bah. Glad to be renting, meeting my rent without difficulty, out of debt, and staying way the heck away from this crazy nutjob housing market.

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