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If you came here after seeing the interview with me on WXOW, welcome. Say hello in the comments if you like.
Posted on 2009.08.19 at 08:04 PM in Weblogs | Permalink | Comments (1)
(A shorter version of this post appeared in the La Crosse weekly newspaper, Second Supper, July 30, 2009. I particularly like writing for them because I did not have to sign away my rights to my content. They have a home page where they run major stories and reviews, but my stuff only shows up in the full issue interface at issuu.com ) One of my goals for writing for Second Supper was to get away from writing so much about libraries. In that regard, this week's piece is a big ol' bucket of fail. I had started another piece--it was about going to my first library conference after taking a break for a couple years. It just couldn't get it to gel, so put it aside. Not to worry! It's still in the hopper because I know you are dying to hear about why tech support IS reference and how my friend, Steve, stalked Neil Gaiman until he got close enough to chuck a zine at him without getting arrested. This week I am participating in the Second Annual Day in the Life of a Librarian. As if librarians don't talk enough about their jobs as is, once a year they feel the need to broadcast their labors to the larger world. What follows is an abbreviated version of a typical day in my mid-sized, midwestern public library. In at 8:15 after dropping off daughter at TC. Check weekend mail, 90% of which is spam. (I know, I know! If only I'd incorporate Acai Berry A coworker who follows me on Facebook asks if I got my Second Supper article done, as I mentioned my impending deadline a few times over the weekend, including a status update that said, "Rochelle Hartman is not so sure about this piece she's writing that's due tomorrow." Before co-worker leaves office, she asks, "What is Second Supper?" Ouch! So, I school her and will hand-deliver the next issue to her desk. One of the three Rons stop by my office. My office is right next to the public access computers (we manage 40 workstations), and my door is almost always open, so frequently, patrons will stick their head in to ask for help, rather than going to the Reference desk. Sometimes those interactions turn into relationships, as has happened with the three Rons. Ron #1 has been my pal for a couple years, now. He's a retired pastor who comes in to the library just about every morning to check news, email, financial stuff. The other two Rons are guys I helped set up email accounts and gave basic internet instruction to. They were both quick studies, so they don't ask for help much any more, but they do usually stop in and say howdy. This is actually one of the best parts of my job. Working in public libraries, in my experiece, is like working at Cheers--only with books and computers. Well, but without the beer (except during Oktoberfest when library staff have been known to get a contact buzz from Festers checking their email). Put in a call to the County Crisis
team about doing a welfare check for patron we've been concerned about for a couple weeks. Work on content for new website. Shhhh. Do you hear that? Nothing! That's the sound of the end of children's summer reading program last week. It's been a tantrum-free library so far today.
8:15 am -1 pm
Start of day, take two: Say hi to staff and settle in.
Web guy comes in to pitch a programming idea to me. It involves bikes and a partnership. I'd estimate that about 15-25 % of ideas we toss around come to fruition. I think that's pretty good. I like to hear ideas and encourage others to think big and share stuff, even though it may seem implausible. I send him to the Director to see if she faints or cheers. I hear later that she cheers. This does not mean will be doing it, but that we can brainstorm ways to make it happen.
Try to remember my login/password to our new web interface. The fact that I cannot remember means that I have not worked on my pages recently. *Shame.* Finally, I remember. One less dumb question I have to ask Web Guy. (You know how librarians say there's no such thing as a dumb question? It's a lie. Especially when it's from a librarian who should keep better track of her multiple log-ins.)
Social worker looking for person we're worried about. He wasn't around, but she said she’d come back.
Lunch in my office with door closed. Patron comes in anyway to ask what our policy is on watching "naked porn" on the computers. The policy is "no.”
Afternoon on the Reference Desk
Oh no! Someone broke the Internet (Runescapers, I’m looking at you!)! Staff and patrons twitching with anxiety. Okay--it’s just me. Back on in 10 minutes. Can stop hyperventilating now. Last check of email and tomorrow’s schedule. 5:34 pm Home time and Secret Life of the American Teenager. (Don’t judge! I work hard for my low-brow entertainment.) If you'd like to know what other librarians' days look like, check out this page: http://librarydayinthelife.pbworks.com
Posted on 2009.07.31 at 10:53 AM in Libraries, tech, and allied interests | Permalink | Comments (1)
After a long hiatus, I'm baa-ack. In print, that is. As of today, I am a contributor to a local weekly, Second Supper, and have carried the T+R brand with me. The column explains how I got the gig and why I don't post here much any more. As of now, I'm not a weekly contributor, but hope to contribute at least once or twice a month. I'll post links to the issues I'm in.
Before you click the link to Second Supper, I am obligated to tell you that it's the worst online interface I have seen in....forever? It kinda makes me carsick. Do not click through if you have a seizure disorder, don't want a virtual acid trip, or are prone to vertigo. (Sorry, Adam!)
Posted on 2009.07.02 at 03:58 PM in raccoon readers want to know... | Permalink | Comments (0)
Anyone who has been following the discussion about whether or not it's okay for libraries to loan Kindles knows that Amazon has appeared to be giving mixed messages about the exact interpretation of their Terms of Service. I asked Norman Oder at Library Journal if he could contact someone higher than a first-named support staff person to give a definitive answer.
The definitive answer is that Amazon seems to be taking the don't ask/don't tell approach to the Kindles- in-libraries issue. Oder writes:
Amazon spokesman Drew Herdener confirmed to LJ—as he did last year—that the policy bars library lending, but “we don't talk about our enforcement actions.”
The rest of the story is here. Maybe Amazon could give some chill-out lessons to the recording industry.
Posted on 2009.04.07 at 04:52 PM in Libraries, tech, and allied interests | Permalink | Comments (1)
Posted on 2009.03.16 at 02:55 PM in Libraries, tech, and allied interests | Permalink | Comments (2)
2/20/09 Update with conflicting information from Kindle support at end of this post.
Since Amazon is fixing to birth the bouncing baby Kindle 2, discussions about loaning Kindles to library patrons, including the legality of doing so, are cropping up on blogs, email lists and elsewhere. My Kindle posts from last year are getting lots of action, and it seems only responsible to update them. I've been looking for information and articles following up on the libraries that decided to loan Kindles, but most of what comes up are the gee-whiz articles from last year. Thankfully, I received a new comment on an old Kindle post about one library's successful Kindle program. After a few emails back and forth between Mary White, Director of Howe Library in Hanover, NH, I decided to give her a ring and get the full scoop.
Thank you for asking about using kindles in libraries. As stated in the terms of service, a library issuing loaded or unloaded kindles to individuals is against the TOS.
I have emails out to a couple people who are working directly with Amazon and who have been told that it's a-ok for libraries to check out Kindles. Stay tuned!
Posted on 2009.02.19 at 04:59 PM in Books | Permalink | Comments (5)
Usually I end up dozing another 20 or 30 minutes after my alarm goes off, but this morning, I rolled out of bed, hopeful about how this day might end. I'm writing this around 11 am CST, from a pretty busy reference desk where I can hear the sounds of a buzzing electorate wafting up from the first floor, where staff are trying to make voting as easy as possible. I'll catch up on my morning so far, and update throughout the day.
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1:08 pm Wow! It's been really busy and I've not had a chance to do much besides give excellent reference! The huge lines anticipated have not yet materialized, but there's been a steady stream of voters. I'll be heading downstairs to help with registration after lunch. I've heard from coworkers that there have been more instances of "what do we do about this situation?" than when we served as general registrars. Luckily, we're just sidekicks and have help from the pros at the City Clerk's office.
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Buzzed
7:30 am After I dropped the girls off at school, I stopped to take pictures of high school students who were campaigning on all four corners of a busy intersection and getting lots of honks and waves. The two students I talked to were not old enough to vote, but were excited about helping out in any way they could. I was pretty wound up before I talked to them, but was filled with such an intense jumble of emotions as I talked to then, that I was worried I'd start bawling right there. So, I took the middle-aged dork route and high-fived both students and thanked them for what they were doing. But, you know? In their own jubilance, they returned the high-fives without eye-rolling or irony.
Relieved
7:35 I drove past my polling place and saw people lined up out the door, and was glad I voted early.
Giddy
7:40 I stopped by Bean Juice, my coffee place, and saw that my barista had on an "I voted today" sticker. When I asked if I could take her picture, she beamed and said yes. After I snapped her photo, she exclaimed "High five!" and we had an awesomely giddy moment which prompted other customers to share their experiences of the morning.
Pensive
7:50 La Crosse Democratic and Obama HQ. I stopped by the HQ to pick up a crockpot and a dish (I cooked for volunteers Sunday--Obamacue!) and asked if I could take some pictures. The HQ resides in a couple different storefronts downtown. There weren't a lot of folks around, and I didn't find the energy I'd expected. But, these were folks who have been living the campaign for the past few months and are probably looking at today from a different point of view than most of us. I wandered around, took some pictures, got some fabulous Obama schwag and offered to help clean up and close down the office later this week.
Surprised
8:20 I arrived at work and was surprised that the parking lot wasn't full. The library is a polling place and we planned as if there would be super long lines. There were greeters at both entrances and lots of welcoming helpful faces waiting to help. When I peeked into the polling area, there were maybe 15 people.
Busy
9-1 I worked the reference desk all morning. I thought that our regulars might stay away since we were a polling place, and that it would be a relatively quiet day, but the desk was seriously hopping. In addition to the usual stuff, a lot of folks were calling to find out how and where to vote. So many people assumed they can vote anywhere, so we've been doing a lot of voter education. I didn't even have time to check news sites until late in my shift. Glad to see an absence of sensational or catastrophic headlines so far. The school nurse called to say that Miss 17 was in her office and not feeling well. She had money on her, so I told nurse to let her take the bus home. I'm hoping she's not really sick--have been looking forward to watching returns with her tonight.
Catching my breath
1-2 I've been in my office, eating leftover Obamacue (Carolina Pulled Pork), and wondering what my 3-4 hour voter registration shift will bring. My giddy is gone for now, which is probably a good thing for a Deputy Registrar. Heading down now.
8:10 pm Wow. I put in about 4 1/2 hours registering voters. When I left around 6:30, we had registered around 900 people. While we never had huge lines out the door, there weren't more than 3 or 4 lulls of a couple minutes where there wasn't anyone. I didn't have much time to reflect or process--I just kept processing registrations. I'm guessing that 60-75% of the people we registered were college student and there were a notable number of young black voters (for WI, that is). I'm still decompressing after an intense day working with the public and just want to focus on returns. I'll finish my recap tomorrow.
Bottom line: It's been a remarkable day so far, and I'm daring to predict that it will get even more remarkable before day's end.
Posted on 2008.11.04 at 11:21 AM in current events and 'tics | Permalink | Comments (2)
Saturday evening, the news came through on FriendFeed that iconic author David Foster Wallace had died, apparently by his own hands, on Friday night, September 12. The friend who posted the news was a huge fan and others followed with expressions of genuine sadness and shock. I had taken several stabs at Wallace's fiction, but always gave up, feeling distinctly unmo and unclever enough. Even so, I grieved along with DFW's fans.
Why am I writing about the passing of one of the most influential authors of our time if he's never been on my Must Read list? Even though his writing was anthemic to Team C & I (Cynicism and Irony), it's not at all how I experienced David Foster Wallace. I guess I'd like you to know that he was just a really nice guy. Dave taught at Illinois State University in Normal, and lived in my hometown, Bloomington, IL until he left to take an endowed creative writing chair at Pomona College in Claremont, CA in 2002. I became acquainted with Dave through a coworker who was close to him as a friend, and who also did a lot of research for him. Even though I don't think I ever formally met him, I do a have a vivid image of him at the reference desk, scruffy and bandanaed, talking to my friend.
When my friend was in the process of a cross-country move, she asked if I could take one of Dave's requests, as she was without internet access and up to her waist with U-Haul boxes. I was pretty excited about helping out Perhaps the Most Influential Writer of Our Generation, and in no small measure intimidated, for fear of a sudden reference skills failure. Who wants to look incompetent to a Macarthur Genius? As is, I performed adequately (phew!) and was rewarded with an acknowledgment in Everything and More: A Compact History of Infinity. Unfortunately, as difficult impossible as Infinite Jest was for me, this book was all alien script, given my distinct unmathiness. Regardless, I'm pretty proud about being even a minuscule footnote in such a rich sliver of literary history. All of our transactions were via email, and I was very surprised to find him a charming, chatty, gracious and warm correspondent.
After my friend got settled, I was retired as a reference pinch hitter to the literati. Maybe a year or so after that, I decided that I wanted to take a writing course at ISU and was sort of thinking about an MFA program. Dave was in the English department and teaching a 200-level fiction course. Of course I wanted to take a class with him, but he said that I would be frustrated and way out of my element, and suggested I start at the 300-level. Several weeks into the class, I was glad to have taken his advice and was particularly pleased that he passed along that another student in the class, a friend of his, was impressed with my work. I know that it wasn't Dave saying he was impressed with my work, but he trusted his friend's opinion. As a teacher and a writer, he had to know that this casual comment would be a great motivator for me, and it was.
I'm still slightly mortified about the one time I had a conversation of any length with Dave. By that time, he had left for his new teaching gig, and my friend, who had relocated to Florida, was back in town for a funeral. Despite the sad occasion for her visit, we had a small party, . In keeping with the theme, let's call it a wake. Which we used as an excuse to pass a bottle (okay two bottles) of tequila around and around. Somewhere around midnight, both deep in our cups (aka "grunk"), my friend decided to call Dave. Apparently more incapacitated than me and unable to string a sentence together, she passed the phone to me. I did my best, a semi-lucid drunk talking to a recovering alcoholic, thinking, "this is both inappropriate and incredibly embarrassing." But, you know what? Dave was as gracious and kind on the phone as he was via email and wound down the conversation by tucking me in and gently stepping back, like a parent leaving a toddler's room at bedtime, wishing me a good evening, but making it clear that it was bedtime.
Dave deserved such a gentle end to his day on Friday, but who knows why he felt that alone. People with chronic, clinical depression become so adept at masking that they frequently give those around them little or no opportunity to help.
Recently, another friend started talking about a suicide plan. You hear something like that and think that it's just venting during a crappy patch of life. We all have bad, bad days, but clinical, black dog depression is not something that's going to get better with a Hallmark "coping" card and a hug. I knew that my friend had cut his partner out of any discussions about how serious his depression was and decided it was my responsibility to put his partner back in the loop. I called and emailed his partner and shared every detail I knew, even if it meant making my friend angry. He did make an attempt, but people were around to intervene and get him help. My friend is alive, and we're still friends. If you value your relationship with someone like this, learn the signs and don't be afraid to intervene, even if it means losing a friendship.
Posted on 2008.09.15 at 02:59 PM in RIP | Permalink | Comments (3)
Really, that's pretty much how it started, minus the Paul McCartney narration. I like the idea of this meme because it will make me more mindful of how I use my time today.
Today I put on a lady dress, in anticipation of meeting with our city's well-kempt grant writer. All my other looks-credible attire is more for fall and winter, so now I am wearing a nice, above-the-knee linen sheath dress, which will prevent me from sitting yoga-style at the ref desk. But, dang, I look pretty good.
8:30-8:45--Arrived at work, entered my status on digital whiteboard, gathered some notes and legal pad, then left to meet with city grantwriter/development guy to talk about writing an RFP for the library to become a Foundation Center Cooperating Collection. Grant writer is very excited about the prospect of having easy access to the Foundation Center's online database and will happily write a letter of support for the RFP. It was also good to get out of the office and made me realize that I should be networking in the community a little bit more.
10:15--Stopped by Co-op to grab some lunch stuff when I realized that I'd left a beautiful pasta salad on the counter at home.
10:30--Back in office. Logged into computer & checked phone messages (2). Sorted through pile on desk to check for unfinished ref questions and for stuff I don't need. Looked at intranet and Incident Reporting System (IRS). Hooray! No incidents between last night and this morning. Amazing what a quiet place it is when there are no patrons. Responded to a couple emails.
11:00--Talked to boss lady about next year's materials budget (and about bringing spanikopita to her house this weekend). Reported to her about meeting with grant guy and updated her on where I am in the process. Started Day in the Life post.
11:2-noon--Responded to back-up call at busy ref desk. Hunted down source of loud audio coming from computer headphone 15 ft away. What I am learning is that most people are not used to having an actual knob for volume on a keyboard and choose to let audio blast rather than ask for help in turning it down. Even the bright orange sticker with + and - and directional arrow on the knobs don't seem to help much. My aural sensitivity does not serve me well in a lively, well-used library.
1-5 pm--Reference desk.
Posted on 2008.07.18 at 12:09 PM in All in a Day's Work, Libraries, tech, and allied interests | Permalink | Comments (2)
