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Marc Truitt’s Surprising ITAL Editorial

I admit that when I start reading a journal called “Information Technology and Libraries” at 3 a.m., I’m not really looking to have my mind blown. Not that ITAL hasn’t published many excellent articles, but the sheer wonkyness of even the best writing in ITAL can usually help my mind cycle back down enough to make sleep a possibility.

So I was really surprised by Marc Truitt’s editorial in the June 2009 issue, “ALA and our Carbon Footprint.” The title drew me in, but the disclaimer really made me sit up. “Before proceeding, I want to state very clearly that — as with anything else I write in this space that is not explicitly attributed to someone other than myself — the reflections that follow are my own thoughts and views.”

I thought that’s what was meant by “editorial,” but Truitt goes on: “They in no way are intended to represent the views either official or personal of LITA or ALA officials or employees.”

So what were these views so scary we needed a disclaimer?

For the first half of his editorial, Truitt argues that we in ALA are being piggish (to use my word, which does not represent the views of ALA staff, my next-door neighbors, or the cat in my lap) to meet twice a year face-to-face, something he demonstrates ably by calculating the metric tons of carbon dioxide produced by people flying to the ALA Midwinter meeting. Truitt recommends that ALA offer registrants the chance to purchase carbon offsets.

Well-put and fair enough. I think it’s simply a matter of time before cash-strapped libraries simply drop the hammer on meeting twice a year. What ALA will not do for itself — restructure its revenue model around modern business practices — the profession will do for ALA.

But in the second half of his article, Truitt takes on OCLC, not by arguing that with WorldCat Local it is overreaching, but that it isn’t extraordinary enough; and that (based on comments by a friend of Truitt’s) we needed to get out of the business of cataloging ordinary books, leave that to some not-quite-distinct Amazon entity, and focus on only cataloging rare and unique local materials.

I have wondered, while listening to yet another sales pitch, I mean presentation, about “the cloud,” if the triumphalism of OCLC wasn’t a day — or decade — late and a dollar short; if they weren’t in fact addressing yesteryear’s problem. (If you’re curious about the “cloud,” it’s the place you send your money and your intellectual property rights after you sign a contract with the Big O.)

If Truitt’s thoughts scared some ALA lifers to the point where he had to issue entirely pointless disclaimers, well, good on him. He’s not saying anything we all don’t need to hear.

Library School Adjunct Instructor Survey

Have you taught as an adjunct? Please do take this thoughtfully-composed survey.

I only found one question ambiguous: “6. Due to the low numbers of PhD faculty, have you considered full time teaching as an alternative to your career as a practitioner?”

If that means have I considered working full-time as a contractor without benefits or job security in a position that is always second tier to the “real” faculty, then no. Teaching, done right, is a lot of work. Teaching occasionally as an adjunct, as time and life permit, is a joy (albeit an all-consuming joy). Doing that as a “job” doesn’t make financial sense.

If the question is asking if I’ve thought of a PhD, sure, and I assume many adjuncts have as well. In my experience in two programs — caveat, that’s close to five years out now, and both programs have changed a lot since then — adjunct instructors weren’t treated as a potential PhD/faculty pool. We weren’t grossly mistreated; we were just, by and large, ignored, even though the quality of our instruction had just as much impact on the students as instruction from the “real” faculty.

But even adjuncts who aren’t potential PhD candidates are important to LIS programs. LibraryLand needs both kinds of adjuncts: the self-actualized practitioners who teach for the satisfaction of it and constantly infuse education with real-world problems, and the adjuncts who could be filling that PhD shortage.

(There’s a PhD shortage? Where have I been?)

And, if programs haven’t begun to do so already, they need to attend to their use of adjuncts a little better. I was a self-actualized practitioner when I was teaching, but I thought it odd how much the programs ignored adjuncts. (Yes, I am the one who on the survey mentioned the David Sedaris essay where as an adjunct he teaches his students to smoke.) I felt this particularly acutely when I had to deal with inevitable student problems such as absenteeism and plagiarism, but even in the “good times,” better integration into the program as a whole would have benefited both the program and me.

DocBook XML and Homebrew

When I noted that I had been busy with conference planning, one angle to that I had left out is my crash education in DocBook XML, a markup language used for technical documentation.

I’ve spent close to a year circling around the question of documentation for an open source software project. Documentation is one of those maturational issues for open source software (and before we get too far, I will add that there’s no shortage of lame documentation in the proprietary software world — but that’s not the problem I’m trying to solve).

I know what doesn’t work, such as assuming documentation will naturally bubble up from the gift economy (the kind of woo-woo philosophizing up there with assuming an unregulated market will police itself). That approach yields at best a smattering of notes in a hodgepodge of formats. You also can’t just point contractors toward the project and say “write this.” I mean, you can, but it won’t work.

In the end, you need focus and direction — or as I put it in a talk a couple weeks back, some people, a plan, and a pickaxe.

The kewl thing about Evergreen is that the project is now approaching the critical mass required to support almost anything the community wants to do, including establishing a documentation project. (I don’t kid myself that a community documentation project could necessarily handle all documentation needs for an open source community, but without a project, we’ll never know what those needs are to begin with — and a community can bite off some chunks of the problem.)

Evergreen’s now got the people, and they are ready and willing to plan. But to give this project direction, it also needed the pickaxe, which is where DocBook XML comes in.

When you look at all the options for formatting documentation, and then look at the basic documentation needs of any project, you work your way to DocBook XML by process of elimination.  Assuming your project needs a single-source, standards-based, non-binary documentation format that supports translation, reuse, and other requirements, with an active user community, and strong fee-or-free toolsets, you end up with DocBook XML or DITA. The ramp-up for DocBook XML is much less daunting than DITA (though not without plenty of daunt on its own), in part due to a couple of excellent books (and though they are freely available online, it’s much easier to buy the print books and have them parked near your keyboard for ready reference).

DocBook XML is a lot like democracy (to paraphrase some pundit): it doesn’t look so great until you compare the alternatives. Nobody thinks writing XML is a walk in the park, and after you’ve produced lengthy XML documents, you still have to transform them into HTML (or PDF), and even at that you need to style the pages so they’re all purty, because plain HTML looks so 1993. But again, after close to a year of banging my head on the wall, I get it. DocBook. All righty.

But it’s one thing to suggest using DocBook XML — and building an entire project around it — and another to actually demonstrate it in action. So about six weeks ago I realized that if I was going to make a convincing, project-energizing argument for DocBook XML — an argument first made two years ago by others in the community and repeated several times  hence, with no objection but also no action — I was going to have to get serious about learning DocBook XML, if not to the level of expertise, at least to a minimal competence.

(It helped that I had been reviewing an intern’s beginning DocBook projects for a couple of months; as is often the case with teaching, I quietly absorbed more than I realized during the process of evaluating the student’s work.)

So in addition to working on the conference planning stuff, I got up at the butt-crack of dawn for weeks on end to review, validate, revise, tweak, experiment with, and otherwise produce real DocBook XML examples. After experiencing the pain of working at a DOS prompt with some free tools, I moved to a nice editor, oXygen, and that helped somewhat — but there was still much to learn (and I repeated all my examples with the free tools just to be sure they could be produced that way as well).

And then, of course, there’s the beer connection

When I started writing this blog post I saw a clear link between this and homebrewing. Circling back to that idea, I still see the similarities.

In both cases I have been learning a fairly arcane skill through books, websites, discussion groups, and iterative practice. There’s a geek level to both I enjoy; I’m not ever going to be a truly yee-haw XML/XSL cowgirl any more than I am going to open my own brewery, but I admit that the first time I got a reasonably long document to not only transform but to get styled with CSS, I did feel a wee spark of pride — similar to the first beer batch I made where I actually, and successfully, “mashed” (that is, converted malted barley into wort, the liquid that when boiled with hops and activated with yeast, eventually becomes beer).

Plus in both cases, by mastering some fundamental skills (and a domain vocabulary), I can now communicate within their respective communities. I understand terms such as single-source, transform, validate, XSL, stylesheet, FO, FOP; sparge, pitch, vorlauf, lauter, rack, mash, tun. (And to my delight, there is an XML schema for beer called, of course, BeerXML, proving that all roads lead to London.)

The ability to communicate is key; getting past that initial hurdle is crucial for learning. (Remember Helen Keller, spelling out “water”?) I may not understand every question that flies past me, but my feet have some purchase in the loam of their fields.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m just in it for the language. But these processes happening in parallel have me marveling at our capacity to keep learning, sometimes when we least expect to.

Thirty years later, Harvey lives on

Last night the news that New Hampshire had passed a marriage-equality bill to legalize same-sex marriage in January didn’t even lead the stories. This turn of events — the sixth state to pass this historic civil-rights legislation — is now just part of the rolling stone of social justice happening in our country and worldwide. I can’t think of a better present for Harvey Milk — late by a few days, or several decades, depending on your point of view, but a lovely gift all the same.

I have several copies of this flyer in my personal collection; I vaguely remember handing out this flyer, back in 1979. (I don’t remember the actual celebration, though I did read about it when I did primary research for my essay, “David, Just as he Was,” published a couple of years ago in White Crane.) I was reminded of it when I heard that there is a move afoot to make Harvey’s birthday a holiday. I heartily support this idea — but for me, it always has been one.

June, Spoon, Noon, Croon, Tune, & Sandy

I have all these grand thoughts I want to blog about, but I’m either bogged down in micro/maco work stuff or I’m doing personal writing of the long, non-bloggy type, or I am reading. Once in a while I do something beer-related, sometimes successfully and sometimes not. Under duress, I clean and garden.

Maybe it’s all cyclical? I spend some time on Facebook, a little on Twitter, and a lot more offline. I am refocusing on neglected personal-writing tasks that took a back seat to conference and travel activities. I have my taxes (yes, I filed an extension). We have also been organizing things.

Speaking of organizing things, sometimes people ask me how Sandy is doing. She’s doing very well (except for a bad cold) considering that she’s been out of work for a year. The process of finding a new church job is always slow, and even slower in this economy. Profiles get sent out, church committees meet… and meet.

Some of the well-intended approaches people recommend don’t really work. For example, she needs to stay in her denomination, which will mean we move somewhere at some point.  (This is something we hadn’t factored in when we moved here: there are almost no UCC churches in this area, and by that I mean a very broad geographic area.)

Prior to our move here, she had a series of successful jobs, so I am sure she will land another. It may take a more creative approach, and we are being very careful about the “where,” but it will happen.  We do think about issues such as indefinitely living on one income, COBRA running out, etc. — we have to.  Our heads are not in the sand.

I have a telework job; will I be able to stay in this job if we move? It all depends. Teleworking a short hop from Atlanta would certainly work. Teleworking from Juneau might not. (No, there is no chance we are going to Juneau.) Honestly, I don’t worry about those issues. I am too busy!

Why are gay folks so patient?

Oh, I know why.

We have mortgages and car payments to make, and jobs to keep, and we don’t want to be seen as so Uppity that giving us rights is a scary proposition. Or we have children to worry about, or neighbors we don’t want throwing rocks in our windows.

We also know that things have improved from the days when we could be arrested, electroshocked, split from our children, or left to die in an alley with no-one caring.

Yet (to paraphrase myself from Twitter a few minutes ago) why is it I’m a full-fledged citizen when it’s time to pay taxes, but a second-class citizen when I want to marry? Why do I have the obligations of a member of a democracy, without all the rights?

And why again are we so patient?

Slowly winding down from a great conference

The Evergreen conference was truly wonderful. Part of the joy was watching a community come together for the very first time.  It’s a scrappy community, one focused on good service to library users, openness, and sharing. We did hackfests and programs and keynotes and table-talks and dine-arounds, and in general, we communed so much that by the end of the conference I had exhausted the very last bits of my extroverted nature and was happy to have a few hours alone in the car on the way back to Florida.

I still need to unpack suitcases, clean up some debris from a roof-cleaning a couple weeks ago (we have shrubs sitting under piles of pine needles), watch more movies, and read. But I’m excited about watching a community grow and being part of it.

“The Outlaw Bride” gets a second home

Still on the road, but just got word that “The Outlaw Bride” (published a few months back in Ninth Letter) was selected for The Best American Nonrequired Reading — an annual anthology I have always found fresh and delicious. I didn’t even know the essay had been submitted! (Or perhaps I knew and had forgotten… there is that possibility…)

Christopher Beha, The Whole Five Feet: I Loved Every Inch of It

I was afraid to start reading The Whole Five Feet, because I was worried it would be the book that Christopher Beha admits he thought he would be writing — a gimmick book in which a cagey young New Yorker does “X” for a year in order to have done something clever enough to write about. (Cook Julia Child’s recipes. Live Biblically. Dine locally.   Fight with the Taliban. Etc.) And probably, that pitch sold the book and that’s what Beha thought he would be writing, but he’s not that kind of writer and we’re all the better for it.

Beha’s year reading the Harvard classics has great complexity — death and love, fear and epiphany, life in the moment and memory — but what struck me most of all was not his assessment of the classics and their impact on him but first, my memory of what it was like to be 27 and adrift, and second, my own encounter with some of the works he was reading that year.

It’s a difficult age, the late 20s, a time when some of us looked around to realize that some of our friends were (seemingly) settled and prosperous. I was 27 the year I joined the Air Force on the heels of eviction and other financial disasters,  and Beha was 27 when he broke up with his girlfriend, moved back in with his parents, and took up reading the great books.

Beha’s observations about the great books are astute and interesting, and this book serves as a minor refresher course (Pascal and Augustine, my good old chums!) and an enticement to the texts we haven’t read  (Allesandro Manzoni sounds swashbucklingly fun).

But The Whole Five Feet is no book report; Beha’s reflections are far the richer because he delicately wheels and dives among both the great writers’ ideas and his own life experiences — proving, if we needed proof, of the greatness and centrality of reading. About John Stuart Mill, Beha reflects on the nature of pleasure and happiness, observing through the prism of his own illnesses, “Your comfort, especially your physical  comfort, isn’t under your control, so you’d better find something else to work at.”  The idea here is mature far beyond his years, and yet the style is all salt spray and blue sky.

And so it goes through the The Whole Five Feet, ending only slightly clunkishly in an “afterword” about the Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction. (Beha is at ease with the great essayists and philosophers, but he becomes strangely tonguetied over Jane Austen — then again, I can see her having that effect on people.)

If I were working in a traditional library I’d take great  pleasure book-talking this book to a diehard fiction reader, or recommending it to a book group in search of something fun and different.   But I can recommend it to you, and hope you or your patrons will enjoy it as much as I did.

The elegant skeleton: writing and structure (and technical documentation)

I’ve been crazy-busy at work, and in the limited amount of time that is not-work I’ve been working on a short story, which I just submitted (sans ending, which I still haven’t thunk up) to my writing workshop.

I haven’t written fiction since a high school creative writing class in 1974. I was initially inspired to work on this story by some axes I wanted to grind, but as often happens in writing projects, it developed a life of its own. The people I wanted to mock weren’t that interesting on paper, and a character emerged whose motivations and life-roundedness became at least mildly interesting to me, at least as a problem to solve.

I’m not entirely sure I want to write fiction on a regular basis, and since I don’t earn a living from my literary writing, I certainly don’t have to keep doing it. But it’s educational to force my brain around the problems of fiction — particularly short fiction, with its myriad conventions. I find myself sneaking back to favorite books to reassure myself that there is life beyond the short story.

“Say, Mum, let’s not open in scene this time!”

“But Buffy, we’re supposed to.”

In Cold Blood didn’t open in scene!”

“And Capote died a miserable alcoholic. Is that how you want to end up?”

Perhaps that was a little unfair…

But what I really wanted to say (really, how can we not love blogging, with its subway-conversation bagginess) is that a few months back I heard someone at a conference talk about the characteristics of good technical documentation writers, which included people who knew how to do really good structured writing, “Not like those creative writing types.”

I began snickering and quickly trotted away, since I didn’t want to be rude to this colleague. But I began wondering, does anyone read any more? Because you can’t talk about good writing without noticing how something as distinctive and memorable as voice is nothing without an impeccably correct structure. By correct, I mean, right and inevitable and seamless, a structure that appears self-evident, and is as discrete and omnipresent as a good butler.

Maybe that too is unfair, because if we’re writing well, a good reader should assume it’s easy. Nothing spells junior effort like a work where the skeleton pokes out all over the place, like a skinny kid in too-small clothes. Yet structure is hard.  Many writers go through several drafts just finding the right structure for their work. It’s a discipline and it’s a slog. But puzzling through structure is a great way to exercise the writing muscle — and I am sure it has produced more than a few people whose day jobs include dazzlingly well-wrought technical documentation.