My brother married in 1988--five years before me. I was an usher, along with one of his co-workers and a college friend of his, and it's something that college friend said that resonates even more strongly today. We had been at the wedding rehearsal earlier that evening, and the Episcopal priest had been unflinching in his demand to do things a certain way, in spite of my soon-to-be sister-in-law's protests. It had to do with the recessional, some picayune point, and the answer he gave smacked of "because I said so", as though we were children.
Later, while we were having a beer at a local watering hole, Tom held forth on what he thought of clergy, saying something to the effect of "people who don't get what they want in life become clergy so that people HAVE to listen to them", no matter how petty or fatuous their demands, no matter how self-serving their prayers and sermons. I have to confess that he made a lot of sense, and it applies to using social media responsibly.
I've seen people spout forth on topics across the spectrum--people who should know better--and exposing their intolerance of opinions veering more than a degree or two from theirs. I think I find that more aggravating than any puerile, ignorant rantings they might be spewing at a given point in time.
1) I try not to say anything here I wouldn't say in person.
2) I try not to bash on individuals or groups without cause.
3) I generally don't name names, unless they're a public figure.
4) I don't get dramatic unless it's called for. I'm not a fan of purple prose, but I AM a fan of Norman Maclean ("shorter by half").
5) People have the right to strenuously disagree with me.
6) I have the right to disagree in return.
7) Disagreement doesn't make the other party evil (I don't use the term "hater")--just different (with certain exceptions).
8) By nature I am not a sound bite kind of person. Weblogs are perfect for working out issues.
9) I do wish more people would respond to my posts, and I think I've done my best to get the message out there, but I don't obsess over it. It makes new responses all the more special.
10) As long as there are unbending old farts (or young ones) who give me a hard time in customer service, unjust situations in the world, or kids on my lawn, there will be fodder for this blog. Heh, heh...
51 days till graduation. Onward.
Cheers.
*--Cedric Dent and Mervyn Warren for Take 6, So Much to Say, 1990
Friday, October 25, 2013
Friday, October 18, 2013
She's So Unusual*
Think back to your high school days--math class to be precise. There was one in my Algebra II class, and if you think hard enough you'll remember that person in your class too. No offense to the feminine gender, but she was a girl. Does this sound familiar?
1) "doesn't get the teacher's instructions"
2) asks 1000 seemingly vacuous questions, and repeats as many as possible.
3) bats her eyelashes at the teacher and any male student within her field of vision
4) asks male students for help
5) still doesn't get it
6) test day--outscores us all, freely making use of all the help we gave her.
Sound familiar, does it?
Well, she's still out there. She always will be. And, my good fellow fellows, we will be like so many lambs to the slaughter and help her the next time she "doesn't get it". I'm kind of torn between being a teacher and assistant by upbringing and instinct, and putting up the "closed for business" sign, the next time she asks.
On the other hand, if you see yourself in this description, shame on you.
Cheers. Onward.
*--Cyndi Lauper, 1989.
1) "doesn't get the teacher's instructions"
2) asks 1000 seemingly vacuous questions, and repeats as many as possible.
3) bats her eyelashes at the teacher and any male student within her field of vision
4) asks male students for help
5) still doesn't get it
6) test day--outscores us all, freely making use of all the help we gave her.
Sound familiar, does it?
Well, she's still out there. She always will be. And, my good fellow fellows, we will be like so many lambs to the slaughter and help her the next time she "doesn't get it". I'm kind of torn between being a teacher and assistant by upbringing and instinct, and putting up the "closed for business" sign, the next time she asks.
On the other hand, if you see yourself in this description, shame on you.
Cheers. Onward.
*--Cyndi Lauper, 1989.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
the way it is...*
I participated in our twice-annually professional development yesterday. Out of 120 registered, it's safe to say that 80% of them were white, young or middle-aged women. Maybe10-12 women of color (mostly Asian), and the rest guys like me. Hardly what you'd call a diverse group, at least by the standards of conventional wisdom--but that's not why I'm posting today.
One of the sessions had to do with how a library employee treats patrons who are known to be or appear to be mentally disabled. As I've written here on several occasions, I am being treated for bipolar disorder and Parkinson's disease--not a pleasant combination by any stretch of the imagination. I decided to sit and listen to what the Chester County crisis management team had to say. I'm glad I did.
About 5 minutes before the presentation started, one of the visiting librarians started to sit with her friends. One of the two already seated said to the one joining, "guess what the topic is here?"
Pause...
"mental illness"
The woman stopped still, rolled her eyes, and repacked her things, with the remark,
"I work with those people all day",
in such a disparaging tone that there was no question about her opinion on the subject. She then (presumably) walked out of the room to attend another session, maybe a subject on which she wasn't an authority. As she was leaving, I asked her, out loud, which people she was referring to--twice. She didn't hear me (or pretended not to) but I know her friends did; one turned towards me after I said it.
Now I didn't mention before that she was African American, working in a town (Coatesville, Pennsylvania)that had recently had a fiasco at the highest administrative level of their school district regarding racist texting that resulted in the superintendent and the high school athletic director no longer being employed by the school district. I think it's fair to say, based on my own experience and observation, that if I'd made a major mistake like that in speaking of African Americans (referring to them as "those people"), she would have been on my case like flies on roadkill, and that I would not have a job.
Ever the gentleman I try to be, I sucked it up and listened, upset, through the presentation, listening to people basically admit that all their professional training didn't amount to a damn when it came to mentally disabled patrons. I contributed here and there but I stopped short of telling the assemblage about my condition. There's a lot of stupid people out there with antiquated, foolish ideas about mental illness. What do I do to change hearts and minds?
I've got enough material for two additional posts in me right now, but classwork beckons, so I will close my post with this.
Coatesville Public Library staff, SHAME ON YOU.
*--Bruce Hornsby and the Range, The Way It Is, 1986.
One of the sessions had to do with how a library employee treats patrons who are known to be or appear to be mentally disabled. As I've written here on several occasions, I am being treated for bipolar disorder and Parkinson's disease--not a pleasant combination by any stretch of the imagination. I decided to sit and listen to what the Chester County crisis management team had to say. I'm glad I did.
About 5 minutes before the presentation started, one of the visiting librarians started to sit with her friends. One of the two already seated said to the one joining, "guess what the topic is here?"
Pause...
"mental illness"
The woman stopped still, rolled her eyes, and repacked her things, with the remark,
"I work with those people all day",
in such a disparaging tone that there was no question about her opinion on the subject. She then (presumably) walked out of the room to attend another session, maybe a subject on which she wasn't an authority. As she was leaving, I asked her, out loud, which people she was referring to--twice. She didn't hear me (or pretended not to) but I know her friends did; one turned towards me after I said it.
Now I didn't mention before that she was African American, working in a town (Coatesville, Pennsylvania)that had recently had a fiasco at the highest administrative level of their school district regarding racist texting that resulted in the superintendent and the high school athletic director no longer being employed by the school district. I think it's fair to say, based on my own experience and observation, that if I'd made a major mistake like that in speaking of African Americans (referring to them as "those people"), she would have been on my case like flies on roadkill, and that I would not have a job.
Ever the gentleman I try to be, I sucked it up and listened, upset, through the presentation, listening to people basically admit that all their professional training didn't amount to a damn when it came to mentally disabled patrons. I contributed here and there but I stopped short of telling the assemblage about my condition. There's a lot of stupid people out there with antiquated, foolish ideas about mental illness. What do I do to change hearts and minds?
I've got enough material for two additional posts in me right now, but classwork beckons, so I will close my post with this.
Coatesville Public Library staff, SHAME ON YOU.
*--Bruce Hornsby and the Range, The Way It Is, 1986.
Friday, September 13, 2013
A Day in the Life*, part 3
(With apologies to Lennon and McCartney)
I read the news today, oh boy
About some libraries that closed in schools...
Today's edition of www.philly.com featured an article lamenting the closing of libraries of two of its flagship schools, Central High School and Masterman High School.
I don't care about the reasons why, but everyone involved should be deeply ashamed of themselves.
The librarians who didn't stay relevant, or market themselves and their services aggressively enough so that hearts and minds were converted;
The teachers and principals who still saw their school librarian as Marian Paroo (The Music Man), not realizing that underneath the prim and proper exterior was the wily, crafty, intelligent woman who was able to help "River City out of the serious trouble that it's in";
The taxpaying citizens of any locality who think that the real work of a librarian can be done by non-degreed customer service associates; who think that reference work begins and ends with Wikipedia;
And don't get me started with elected officials.
There's a fine balance between doing what's expedient and doing what's right. Right now, the balance is so skewed towards expediency I'm not sure it will ever be right again. It could be argued that what's right is changing--I know the way in which libraries serve their collective patrons is changing, even if the basic mission remains the same--so we as librarians have to change our approach to marketing and service. We can do that. We must.
*--John Lennon and Paul McCartney, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, 1967.
I read the news today, oh boy
About some libraries that closed in schools...
Today's edition of www.philly.com featured an article lamenting the closing of libraries of two of its flagship schools, Central High School and Masterman High School.
I don't care about the reasons why, but everyone involved should be deeply ashamed of themselves.
The librarians who didn't stay relevant, or market themselves and their services aggressively enough so that hearts and minds were converted;
The teachers and principals who still saw their school librarian as Marian Paroo (The Music Man), not realizing that underneath the prim and proper exterior was the wily, crafty, intelligent woman who was able to help "River City out of the serious trouble that it's in";
The taxpaying citizens of any locality who think that the real work of a librarian can be done by non-degreed customer service associates; who think that reference work begins and ends with Wikipedia;
And don't get me started with elected officials.
There's a fine balance between doing what's expedient and doing what's right. Right now, the balance is so skewed towards expediency I'm not sure it will ever be right again. It could be argued that what's right is changing--I know the way in which libraries serve their collective patrons is changing, even if the basic mission remains the same--so we as librarians have to change our approach to marketing and service. We can do that. We must.
*--John Lennon and Paul McCartney, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, 1967.
Monday, September 9, 2013
What's New?*, opus 2
I figure since I haven't done too much writing about my library work lately, I would devote today's entry to just that, and in addition to that, job-hunting.
Our time at the Riverside Drive facility trudges on. It's cramped to the point of claustrophobia, I'm getting cranky and bored; I've answered the same questions about the progress of the new library a hundred times and I wish to God I could change the answers. It's frustrating to have to make the customer wait several minutes to check out if we happen to be doing something on the Internet. We can't run our circulation system and be on the Internet with the same terminal, simultaneously. Yes, it's a gigantic pain in the tuckus. I did get an honest-to-God reference question on Saturday, though.
A woman came in needing to order a textbook thru Interlibrary Loan. After checking WorldCat and discovering that less than 100 institutions worldwide had the book, and none within a day's drive, I offered to check and see if her college bookstore had it. Back ordered.
Checked Folletts: difficulty accessing website, gave up.
Checked Amazon: Available, but she wasn't particularly interested in paying $47 (not bad considering it's a fairly esoteric subject--American Deaf Culture and ASL)
Me: Have you considered renting that book?
Her: People do that?
Me (smiling): sure, and it's a lot less money than purchasing.
I check several rental agencies, finally settling on www.textbookrentals.com. I gave her the information and she left happy. I encouraged her to let her classmates know about her experience and that she was successful in obtaining her book.
For those of you scratching your heads and saying, "that wasn't a reference desk question", well it wasn't at first, but it became one as I searched for ways to ensure that the patron got what she needed. It didn't help (although I understand the reasoning behind it, but that's for another day's entry) that it's a general rule of thumb for colleges not to do ILLs with textbooks.
JOBHUNT:
Most recent interview was mid-August at Manor College, a tiny Catholic two-year institution that specializes in pre-professional studies (Nursing, Medical tech, etc.) and that has a beautiful library. I don't think that the interview went especially well, but we did have a pleasant chat (NOTE TO SELF: stimulating conversation is not the same as an interview with a positive outcome). No prospects on the horizon in the Academic Library world, but I continue to seek opportunities in the usual places, as well as some unusual ones. For instance, I will start singing with the Philadelphia Archdiocesan Choir next week, and the director said (in what is definitely the most interesting thing ever said at an audition I've taken), "I don't care how crappy your voice is, you're going to be my librarian!"
I can't get a word out of any of my contacts regarding the West Chester U. position. The website still lists Paul Emmon's old job as "vacant". The optimist in me says, "they're holding the job until you've graduated!", while the musician/neurotic in me says, "Yeah, sure, and Flo is driving her boat thru the intercoastal waterway complete with unicorns and glitter". The mind reels...
UPDATE: As of September 9, West Chester U. had hired a new Music Librarian, according to my source. I have yet to hear from the search committee.
Onward. Cheers.
*--Johnny Burke and Bob Haggart, 1939. Notable covers include McCoy Tyner, Sonny Rollins, Frank Sinatra, and Linda Ronstadt.
Our time at the Riverside Drive facility trudges on. It's cramped to the point of claustrophobia, I'm getting cranky and bored; I've answered the same questions about the progress of the new library a hundred times and I wish to God I could change the answers. It's frustrating to have to make the customer wait several minutes to check out if we happen to be doing something on the Internet. We can't run our circulation system and be on the Internet with the same terminal, simultaneously. Yes, it's a gigantic pain in the tuckus. I did get an honest-to-God reference question on Saturday, though.
A woman came in needing to order a textbook thru Interlibrary Loan. After checking WorldCat and discovering that less than 100 institutions worldwide had the book, and none within a day's drive, I offered to check and see if her college bookstore had it. Back ordered.
Checked Folletts: difficulty accessing website, gave up.
Checked Amazon: Available, but she wasn't particularly interested in paying $47 (not bad considering it's a fairly esoteric subject--American Deaf Culture and ASL)
Me: Have you considered renting that book?
Her: People do that?
Me (smiling): sure, and it's a lot less money than purchasing.
I check several rental agencies, finally settling on www.textbookrentals.com. I gave her the information and she left happy. I encouraged her to let her classmates know about her experience and that she was successful in obtaining her book.
For those of you scratching your heads and saying, "that wasn't a reference desk question", well it wasn't at first, but it became one as I searched for ways to ensure that the patron got what she needed. It didn't help (although I understand the reasoning behind it, but that's for another day's entry) that it's a general rule of thumb for colleges not to do ILLs with textbooks.
JOBHUNT:
Most recent interview was mid-August at Manor College, a tiny Catholic two-year institution that specializes in pre-professional studies (Nursing, Medical tech, etc.) and that has a beautiful library. I don't think that the interview went especially well, but we did have a pleasant chat (NOTE TO SELF: stimulating conversation is not the same as an interview with a positive outcome). No prospects on the horizon in the Academic Library world, but I continue to seek opportunities in the usual places, as well as some unusual ones. For instance, I will start singing with the Philadelphia Archdiocesan Choir next week, and the director said (in what is definitely the most interesting thing ever said at an audition I've taken), "I don't care how crappy your voice is, you're going to be my librarian!"
I can't get a word out of any of my contacts regarding the West Chester U. position. The website still lists Paul Emmon's old job as "vacant". The optimist in me says, "they're holding the job until you've graduated!", while the musician/neurotic in me says, "Yeah, sure, and Flo is driving her boat thru the intercoastal waterway complete with unicorns and glitter". The mind reels...
UPDATE: As of September 9, West Chester U. had hired a new Music Librarian, according to my source. I have yet to hear from the search committee.
Onward. Cheers.
*--Johnny Burke and Bob Haggart, 1939. Notable covers include McCoy Tyner, Sonny Rollins, Frank Sinatra, and Linda Ronstadt.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Celebration*
Short post tonight--my reason to celebrate was not anything earth-shatteringly important, but I went to the store for some last-minute items for the Labor Day festivities. I found Vernor's ginger soda, which up until now is not sold in Pennsylvania. I almost started jumping up and down. I gasped and almost screamed for joy--then I emptied the shelves. HA!
(cough)**
Cheers...
*--Ronald Bell/Kool and the Gang, Celebration, 1980
**--Michiganders will get this.
(cough)**
Cheers...
*--Ronald Bell/Kool and the Gang, Celebration, 1980
**--Michiganders will get this.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Pineapple Poll*
Unlike my previous posts, the subject today is actually the piece named in the title. It's Pineapple Poll, a ballet created by (among others) Charles Mackerras, the English conductor, using music of Gilbert and Sullivan. G and S aficionados will recognize excerpts from Mikado, Patience, and H.M.S. Pinafore and doubtless others. I first ran across this delightful, frothy pastiche as a freshman in college, where we played the Duthoit transcription in Concert Band with Carl St. Clair.
I've always had a deep affection for Gilbert and Sullivan's work. I don't know whether it's because of the active G and S Society in Ann Arbor, or my frequent brushes with it in the theater, or if it's simply my predilection to be a big ol' smarty-pants like G and S were in their day.
Musically, it's not profound, and it's not meant to be. There was something strangely familiar about the scoring, and now I know why. In high school, we played Benjamin Britten's Soirees Musicales, a work of similar intentions using the music of Rossini. The scoring of the Britten is so much like Mackerras' work, one could be forgiven for mistaking the two.
According to Allmusic.com, "the plot of Pineapple Poll revolves around Pineapple Poll and her colleagues, who are all madly in love with the captain of the good ship H.M.S. Hot Cross Bun. In order to board the ship, they disguise themselves in sailors' clothes, a fact that is not revealed to the audience until near the end of the ballet". Who said there were no good stories left to tell?
*--Music by Sir Arthur Sullivan, arr. by Charles Mackerras, 1951 for the Sadler's Wells Theater.
I've always had a deep affection for Gilbert and Sullivan's work. I don't know whether it's because of the active G and S Society in Ann Arbor, or my frequent brushes with it in the theater, or if it's simply my predilection to be a big ol' smarty-pants like G and S were in their day.
Musically, it's not profound, and it's not meant to be. There was something strangely familiar about the scoring, and now I know why. In high school, we played Benjamin Britten's Soirees Musicales, a work of similar intentions using the music of Rossini. The scoring of the Britten is so much like Mackerras' work, one could be forgiven for mistaking the two.
According to Allmusic.com, "the plot of Pineapple Poll revolves around Pineapple Poll and her colleagues, who are all madly in love with the captain of the good ship H.M.S. Hot Cross Bun. In order to board the ship, they disguise themselves in sailors' clothes, a fact that is not revealed to the audience until near the end of the ballet". Who said there were no good stories left to tell?
*--Music by Sir Arthur Sullivan, arr. by Charles Mackerras, 1951 for the Sadler's Wells Theater.
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