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50 is the new 50

“For some reason I feel like 50 is a more significant milestone in my life than just about any other age I’ve yet experienced. I find myself assessing my career, trying to figure out where I want to be in the next 5 and 10 years. I also realize that I’m comfortable in my skin. I know who I am, and I know what I will and won’t put up with. I know what I’m good at and what I suck at. And I’m fine with working with it all, and being honest with others about who I am. I think I’ve never been as comfortable being me as I am now.” — a friend

I dragged myself home today to a cool, quiet house peopled with cats staring off into the distance, then looked up the message where this quote was waiting.

I have several essays that address aging and change, but I haven’t ever put it out on the table quite this clearly as my friend did. Yet it’s all exactly as I feel, just a couple months shy of the half-century mark. I’m much more at peace with the direction of my life. I’m in a wonderful relationship — this fall will be our fifteenth anniversary. I have such good offers for projects and writing I have had to put some on hold. I have some opportunities, some of which will pan out and some will not. I have friends and mentors and mentees and family and neighbors; I’m part of something larger than me.

One of my biggest fears as a child was that I would grow up and be someone else. When I was 11, on a camping trip deep in Big Sur, a camp counselor reassured me, as we stepped through carpets of moist pine, this would not happen, that I would always be myself. He was kind enough not to laugh at me for asking the question. But on reflection, he was so young — he could not have been more than thirty — that he did not know the even better part of this equation: that when you get to a certain age, you get to be more of yourself than you ever have before.

The Malthusian Post-Potter World

Having done such a good job helping us into the Iraq War, the New York Times now has to take on not just Harry Potter but the entire literary world. Bad enough they should “prove” that kids lose interest in Potter by describing a boy who, at 15, will not immediately run out and read “Deathly Hallows,” but this article brightly concludes with this killjoy thwack on the head:

“Some reading experts say that urging kids to read fiction in general might be a misplaced goal. ‘If you look at what most people need to read for their occupation, it’s zero narrative,’ said Michael L. Kamil, a professor of education at Stanford University. ‘I don’t want to deny that you should be reading stories and literature. But we’ve overemphasized it,’ he said. Instead, children need to learn to read for information, Mr. Kamil said, something they can practice while reading on the Internet, for example.”

At least that’s blunt: education shouldn’t be some some artsy-fartsy waste of the taxpayers’ dollars, teaching kids dumb stuff like cultural appreciation, empathy, and the power of art; it’s about preparing a workforce of Silicon Valley drones. I can see the poor little tykes plowing through Census databases and SEC profiles as they furtively peek at books tucked in their laps. “No can haz Harry Potter?”

Last call for input on Best/Worst Vendor/PR Pitches

I posted to various lists, but you may not have seen this. For an article for a general-interest online IT magazine (yes, your name in lights outside LibraryLand!), I’m looking  for pointers (anecdotes, horror stories, success stories…) on how  vendors and PR folks can best market or pitch their products to IT  managers — what approaches work, and which ones don’t.  (Kind of ironic considering yesterday’s post, though that works in the angle of how hard it is to communicate in a world where we have become very cautious!)

I have some great input, but feel free to add to the joy, no later than this Friday, July 13 (hmmm…). You can comment publicly, privately (just say you don’t want your comment published), or via email, kgs at freerangelibrarian dot com .

Comments function changed; about comments anyway; and printing

Update on printing: Well, print preview looks good now, at least on this computer and through Firefox.

I changed how FRL displays comments. I’m using the latest version of the Get Recent Comments plugin, which is handily widgetized. You can now see the lead words in the comments, and the links are more intuitive (or so I think). If you have problems, let me know.

A friend IM’d me today to say that a comment submitted yesterday hadn’t shown up. I found it moldering away in the sp*m bucket. If you don’t see your comment appear within a day, something’s wrong, and I encourage you to either email or IM me at kgs at freerangelibrarian dot com so I can dig up the comment and post it. I get so much spam I cannot review what’s there — literally thousands a week. (Thank goodness for Askimet!)

I do have comment guidelines, but really, only one person has ever warranted action. As you can see from the recent thread about the NY Times article, all opinions are welcome.

I haven’t disabled the “print entry” service, though I’m disappointed that it seems to be broken in this version of WordPress and/or for this theme. (It did work before I upgraded to 2.2, but it’s still hard to tease out the culprit.) It’s mostly still there because I have to go into a template and tinker to get it out, and I want to do that when I am fully focused on that task.

Printing… I remember a discussion from a while back about blogging software that didn’t do a good job with print preview, and I thought this plugin was a great idea because it displayed the page so cleanly, without the sidebars and so forth — the way the print option for Epicurious displays its recipes. WordPress does offer options for customizing themes, but I was hoping not to have to do that. Sorry about that. If you’re aggravated by the print preview problems, let me know and I’ll bump them up in priority.

Playing with new search technologies

( Gary responded — he’s real!)

(Note: I’ve put in a query to my contact for this survey. Is this a marketing scam, or a genuine request? What is real on the Web? I had several discussions with what I thought was a real guy… hmmm. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go help a nice man who’s having trouble with his Nigerian bank account…)

Are you interested in trying out new search technologies? A firm working with one of the top 3 search engines is seeking potential participants for their study. This survey isn’t too invasive, as these things go, and can be finished in five minutes or less. If you’re feeling experimental, give it a go.

http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=0Iz0FUBebmvjcCWvwx3_2bdQ_3d_3d

Educating LITA

I don’t know which is the greater task: to decentralise a top-heavy civilization or to prevent an ancient civilization from becoming centralised and top-heavy. In both cases the core of the problem is to discover what constitutes a good civilization, then proclaim it to the people and help them to erect it.”

Over on Pattern Recognition, Jason Griffey shares some frustration with LITA’s powers-that-be over their reaction to the recent successes of BIGWIG, the blogging-and-related-stuff interest group. Fellow BIGWIG’er and LITA Top Trendster Karen Coombs echoes her concerns.

Meanwhile, in other corners, I have heard rumblings that BIGWIG should become a LITA committee. Why, I asked? Because, I was told, it acts like a committee: coordinating across LITA groups, launching initiatives, etc.

I have some suggestions for LITA.

BIGWIG is doing a great job; be careful not to turn them off. Yes, a little more LITA branding would be helpful. But librarians are finding LITA through BIGWIG, not vice versa: BIGWIG, not LITA, is the lure.

I was less concerned with the message you were trying to deliver — which is that you’d like to hitch LITA’s wagon to BIGWIG’s star, a wise move on your behalf — as the way it was delivered, with a perfunctory “good job” followed by a list of transgressions. Folks, these are volunteers. There are really only two words you can ever say to good volunteers: thank you. Anything else you say — advice, suggestions, whatever — better sound like “thank you” as well.

As for the notion that LITA “acts like a committee,” we only wish LITA committees acted like this IG. It’s 2007 and LITA is just barely scratching the idea of online education; it took Herculean, multi-year efforts to pull one publication out of a decade-long serious funk; and the word-of-mouth about some committee meetings — well, I would have turned in my twinkly LITA necklace for good had I been there.

As for turning BIGWIG into a committee, this is a profoundly misguided idea. You observe that BIGWIG is effective, that they accomplish a lot, that they garner attention and attract members, that they know how to collaborate and communicate. But that’s because BIGWIG isn’t a committee; it’s an entrepreneurial meritocracy of self-selected, highly-motivated librarians. BIGWIG isn’t effective because of its charge or its chosen activities; it’s effective because of who’s in it and how they do what they do. You can’t bottle that and turn it into a committee.

As Joe Janes observed on our innovation panel at ALA, committees, as a rule, are short on initiative and change-making, and for many reasons, some specific to the organization that births them. (This is not to say that committees are never useful: at best, the characteristics of committees — small-c conservative, small-d democratic, focused on a specific task — make them excellent incubators for some purposes, such as book awards or analyzing issues. But I agree with Joe Janes that people, not committees, are the source of innovation.)

Divisional committees — which unlike interest groups, are not self-formed but are filled with the anointed and appointed — tend to be overpopulated with chair-warmers who are there to put the committee on their c.v. (or who need a committee to justify conference funding), leaving the grunt work to an overworked few who scrap big dreams to do the best they can with one or two people rowing the boat. (Again, there are notable exceptions, but every ALA newcomer has had the startling experience of attending a “meeting” for a committee that was clearly little more than a trip visa so its members could attend ALA.) This is hardly conducive to excellence, let alone innovation.

I know this goes to the heart of one of our most cherished institutional beliefs — that for every action, there must be an equal and opposite committee — but please, for the sake of LITA, BIGWIG, and librarianship writ large, do not kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

It may well be that some initiatives of BIGWIG can be broken out into new activities. But be careful in assuming that a Committee on Recording All LITA Sessions will henceforth Record All LITA Sessions, and will not simply meet twice a year so its members can discuss how they might, in some remote decade, go about doing this, and who will ultimately launch this activity just about the time the rest of us are beaming conference sessions from chips in our foreheads.

Better yet, piggyback on BIGWIG’s think-tank-style leadership and ability to improvise and experiment, and simply advise LITA units they should record sessions whenever possible and point out that it’s not much harder than plugging a $50 mike on an iPod. Ask Joe Fisher: he recorded the innovation session without muss or fuss.

LITA, I’ve been there. Fifteen years ago, the Internet Room Steering Committee had similar problems. We subverted the committee paradigm; we too were a meritocracy; and we too stuck in a few craws. But we never could have done what we did through the traditional committee structure (in fact, I am pretty sure that we formed as we did because the committee structure served our project so poorly).

It is absolutely true that someday BIGWIG’s rocket will fizzle back to earth. That is to be expected. But funneling it into an existing structure that serves innovation poorly if at all won’t stop this from happening, any more than pressing a flower keeps it fresh in the vase. What matters is that they are effective here and now.

Instead, let BIGWIG be BIGWIG, and learn from its example. For at bottom, we have a classic example of an organization thinking it needs to remold a new, upstart group in its own image, when it is the organization that needs to change. The question is not how LITA can take what BIGWIG is doing and funnel it into the traditional LITA way of doing things. The question is how LITA can adapt how it does things to encourage more BIGWIGs.

Got Soldiers? The HRC’s Tour Against “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”

The Human Rights Campaign has launched A Legacy of Service Tour where gay veterans will talk about serving their country. If you’re in Orlando, note the appearances this Wednesday.

This is a timely moment for reconsidering “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell.” This morning NPR was a-buzz about the Army missing its recruitment quota the second month in a row. Recent news reports featured the misbehavior of substandard recruits allowed to enlist because we’re so desperate for warm bodies to fight an unpopular war.

Liberalize policies about gay military service, and one of two things will happen. Either more gay people will sign up for service, or they won’t. (Plus existing gay servicepeople won’t be tossed out.)

If more gay people sign up, then we can level or even raise the quality of recruits fighting this war. If they don’t sign up, then nothing changes except one stupid policy, and nothing is harmed — plus we bring our policies in line with our allies.

One of the arguments against eliminating the DOD’s anti-gay policies is that straight soldiers don’t want to work around gay soldiers. But they don’t have a choice, given that most of the members of the “Coalition of the Willing” allow gay soldiers to serve. Not only that, but they serve next to gay people anyway. They just don’t know it, or if they do know it, they mostly don’t care.

Furthermore, take the typical soldier and ask him or her: seriously, would you rather jump into a foxhole with a poorly-educated dimwit with a history of sociopathic behavior, or with someone of a different flavor of sexual orientation who, by the way, at that very moment is probably not staring at your ass (to use the common objection I heard twenty years ago) but thinking about saving his or hers — or even yours?

Even someone who feels compelled to say “I’ll take the dimwit” probably doesn’t mean it, at least not when the chips are down. When you’re serving in the military in any significant capacity — in peace or in war — you probably aren’t aware if the person next to you is gay, but in many cases, you definitely know if he’s a dimwit. A profession involving guns, bombs, tanks, and aircraft does not need slow studies or basket cases.

The campaign to defeat “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” and allow gay Americans to serve with honor is also, in part, a campaign to stamp out dimwits and nut jobs. I was fortunate to serve with many smart people, but in the armed services, it only takes one person to make your day go from good to very, very bad. Whether or not you support the war in Iraq, take a moment to ask your legislator to change the military’s policy. We need every good soldier we can find.

To be cool is to be young and male?

Thank you, New York Times, for reinforcing the status quo in this mortifying article about “hip” librarians. Not since Britannica rounded up a dozen-odd white guys and a chick to tell us how the Intertubes work have I felt quite so condescended to as this fatuous article peppered with its arch references to shushing, fancy cocktails, tattoos, and “guybrarians.”

As Dorothea tersely commented on Twitter yesterday, the “guybrarian” reference is “the rest of the world laughing at men who go into female-dominated professions. Women=worthless. Still.” It’s a word as toxic as “co-ed” was, once upon a liberation.

Note that the photo for this article artlessly captures how librarianship is still over eighty percent female — just as it unwittingly observes how white we still are as a profession. But that’s the kind of killjoy observation that would never find its way into the Styles section, any more than this bit of fluff could muster up enough rigor to ponder the role of gender in ensuring that masters-level professsionals wear “thrift-store inspired” garments to a party. (Not to be confused with my “Target-inspired garments.”)

Then again, I am sure that public librarians in New York and Queens are wondering just where those $51,000 jobs are.

Knowing Jessamyn, I also know this article so poorly captures her zeitgeist. Jessamyn is of the hippest of the hip not because she routinely uses instant messaging, but because she is such a tireless advocate for  small libraries and poor communities — the unserved, often voiceless communities many of us (including me) forget about when we get hopped up about some new new thing. And did the article have to mention her age?  Does that mean if Jessamyn were ten years older she wouldn’t have been interviewed?

I am an aging, wrinkly thing whose idea of a wild evening is playing “Spin the Netflix” to pick a movie to watch while we fold laundry and pay bills. I dress like a square, will never get drunk enough to get a tattoo (especially one with the FDLP logo — do let me rant someday about gov docs), and avoid sleeveless dresses, as there are just not enough arm-curls in the world to defeat gravity times age.

But I am cool in my subversive old-lady tech-loving the-user-is-not-broken way, and getting cooler all the time, and I count among my friends and colleagues librarians of all ages, dress codes, and evening habits. What we share is not a love of expensive mixed drinks or the ability to hang out in cliques, but a passion for the profession.

That Class… It Wants Me

I sat in on Joe Janes’ class yesterday (perched on a cloud in the biblioether), and was delighted to see he is continuing his tradition of subverting the dominant paradigm among generations of new librarians. Being among library students also reminded me how much I love the classroom, which if you are even half a teacher forces you to constantly think and learn. To teach is to be a student many times over in new and unexpected ways.

The class also emboldened me to plan the class I want to teach, even as I saw it shift-shaping in my head. Instead of “reading, writing, and research” — which continues to strike me as two separate classes (writing for librarians, and research for writers) — this class would unapogetically focus on writing for librarianship in all its manifest glory, from the humble business letter to writing for advocacy publication, online and print, with special attention paid to my ‘umble theory that in the war of ideas, better writing often wins.

I would teach the fundamentals of creative writing and how to apply them to library writing: scene, image, dialog, metaphor, telling, showing, point of view; the art of revision; habits of effective writers; the possibilities are endless. (I saved all my notes from the MFA program and not long ago finally keyboarded the last of them into Word.)

This class would also feature the Dreaded Workshop, where students would share and critique writing. A good writer has the humility to welcome critique — and to provide constructive but honest criticism to others. But now I’m getting ahead of myself, on a post I am planning about what workshop teaches writers.

Obviously, I wouldn’t be able to teach this class right away — library schools have their fall assignments set — and if I have a new full-time job, I may need to park the class for another year, though I’ll teach bits and pieces of it (not a bad way to build a class). But somehow, sitting in class with Joe’s students yesterday both fixed a problem and pushed me forward.

Anyway, add “draft syllabus, run by trusted friends” to my to-do list for July.

Buffing Up My Writing Self

Sandy’s away for the next several weeks, and when I’m not working on paid writing/presenting gigs, I’ll be deep into revision of a portrait of Ann Lipow, a librarian pioneer. My goal is to pull the essay from where it is — ordinary stuff, clomping along in ugly brogans — toward creative nonfiction: lithe, on point, and silver-quick. (Notice I said “goal” and “toward,” so that when it’s obvious the essay still needs more work — the saddle-shoe stage, I guess — I won’t devolve into a puddle of self-loathing.)

My local writing buddy (the two of us comprise the Greater Leon County Literary Writing Circle) is taking off for Tin House, manuscript in tow, so I have both a lull and an obvious deadline. It’s my second serious revision since graduating last fall, aside from a fair amount of writing done for an essay, “California Mon Amour,” a memory of California I tackle now and then.

But on Sunday nights I will set down my quill and lean back to enjoy the live production of…

Writers Revealed

I’m sorry I missed the debut, though delighted I have podcasts to download and enjoy whilst mincing the tarragon today.

Meanwhile, how, how, how did I miss this? Surely I’d have been at least modestly competitive for the “older yet emerging lesbian essayist formerly of large urban areas and now living in the Southeast” category. Admittedly, I probably could have read about it in Lambda Book Report… it is on my list of things I will treat myself to in better times, a list with very few clothes but many books and magazines and a handful of twinkly gizmos.  Anyway, I’ll put it on my alert list for 2008 and hope it is an annual event.