This weeks track comes from the Olympia, Washington electro-pop duo The Blow. “Get Up” is a spoken word rap over a simple synthesizer beat that brings 80s flashbacks and also reminds me of the dance punk band !!!. The songwriter Khaela Maricich describes the song as being about “the feeling of my whole spirit being crushed by extreme capitalism.” The Blow’s new album Brand New Abyss is due for release in September.
Mary Jane Dunphe and David Jaques, a duo from Olympia, WA, perform as CC Dust who produce an exuberant dance pop you can experience on the track “Never Going to Die.”
I’ve been posting a lot of dance tracks lately, so here’s a rocker with lots of guitar riffs to mix things up. “Masten Lake Lagoon” is the first single off of Washington state band The Pharmacy’s new album Spells, which will also be their last since the band announced their break-up. More about the band and the song avaialable from KEXP Seattle’s Song of the Day page.
My son & I spent the Columbus Day Weekend in Washington, D.C. Some of my favorite photos from the weekend are below, the rest are here.
Yesterday, I watched Pope Benedict celebrate Mass with 48,000 people at Nationals Park in Washington. I wouldn’t usually do this because like fireworks, there’s something about Mass on tv that just isn’t the same. I’m also something of a “low church” kind of Catholic, to use an old fashioned term. But I was home from work and really curious. Since I’ve become active in liturgical ministry in recent years I wondered how they would share Eucharist among 48,000 people and whether people would kneel on the cold, beer-stained concrete of the grandstand during consecration. I also hoped I might see my friend Edward who was in attendance.
I didn’t find out the answers to these questions, but I’m really glad that I watched the Mass courtesy of live web streaming on USCCB’s Papal Visit Site. From all appearances, it looked like a joyous, hopeful, and prayerful celebration. I found it much more moving than I expected. I was especially moved by the liturgical music for the Mass which was a diverse mix of the standard contemporary Catholic songs, music of the many different cultural communities of the Washington archdiocese, and even a communion meditation by Placido Domingo! Pope Benedict is known for his fondness of music and I suspect he enjoyed the best that the American church offers in this joyous and prayerful liturgy. The diversity of the music also tied in well with what Benedict said in his homily:
“Two hundred years later, the Church in America can rightfully praise the accomplishment of past generations in bringing together widely differing immigrant groups within the unity of the Catholic faith and in a common commitment to the spread of the Gospel. At the same time, conscious of its rich diversity, the Catholic community in this country has come to appreciate ever more fully the importance of each individual and group offering its own particular gifts to the whole. The Church in the United States is now called to look to the future, firmly grounded in the faith passed on by previous generations, and ready to meet new challenges – challenges no less demanding than those faced by your forebears – with the hope born of God’s love, poured into our hearts by the Holy Spirit (cf. Rom 5:5).”
I recognized one of the cantors, Stephen Bell, a deacon who will be ordained as a Paulist Father in June. I feel like I know him personally, but actually I just know him from when he participated in the BustedHalo Cast a couple of years back (apparently he does know a lot of people though). He has a rich and sonorous voice and it was lovely that he could share his gifts for leading the people in praising God.
The Pope’s homily was also moving with its message of hope. Like Dirty Catholic, I realized that I’d never heard the Pope’s voice before. It’s an obvious German accent, but softly spoken. My friend Edward put it best when he said you expect power from that accent so when you hear it gently spoken it’s “sort of like a powerful man tenderly holding an infant.” Like many Europeans he shames us monolingual Americans by being able to communicate fluently in multiple languages.
I’m particularly pleased that he was able to honestly and empathetically discuss the clerical sex abuse scandal in the homily. I’m even more happy that he met with some abuse survivors for an open conversation after the Mass. Hopefully this will be the beginning Church taking some responsibility for the wrongs of the past and working toward that hope for the future the Pope so eloquently foresees.
Hopefully, I’ll be able to tune into more of the events as the Pope visits New York (even though he’s going to the home of the Yankees, ick). The coverage provided by USCCB was excellent, albeit the screen for the the streaming video is tiny, but I read elsewhere that on tv news the reporters were chatting over the Mass and cutting to commercials so this was much better. Rocco Palmo as always deserves accolades for his Whispers in the Loggia where he’s publishing the text of all the Pope’s public comments as well as much more papal visit coverage.
Several years ago my friends Mike and Annie lent me a time-travel adventure novel called The Doomsday Book (1992) by Connie Willis. I enjoyed the book (it helped me get through a kidney stone for starters) and have been smitten with Willis’ brand of science fiction ever since. A typical Willis novel generally involves some psychological phenomenon with a number of people obsessively trying to unravel it’s mystery. This is true for fads in Belwether (1996), near-death experiencs in Passage (2002), and psychics in Inside Job (2005). The Doomsday Book and its sort of sequel To Say Nothing of the Dog merely have people obsessing about time travel and the predicaments they find themselves in as a result (and remain my first and second favorite Willis books respectively). A weakness of these books are that all the characters seem equally obsessed and serve only to present new information and twists and turns rather than be fleshed out as individuals. Willis makes up for this with a good sense of suspense, humor, and well-researched scientific and historical facts.
My fondness for Willis and Abraham Lincoln made reading Lincoln’s Dreams (1987) a natural choice. The topic of obsession here is naturally dreams: do they rehash one’s day, foresee the future, or are they your body’s way of telling something. The book could easily be called Lee’s Dreams as a central character Annie appears to be revisiting the Civil War through the Confederate general’s dreams. The title comes from another character, a Shelby Foote-like author, who obsesses over the dreams Lincoln had foreshadowing his assassination. Despite a nice hodge-podge of dream psychology, history (with great historical tales about Lee’s horse
Trigger Traveller), and the familiar setting of Washington and Virginia, this book didn’t hit the mark to me. The characters are so subservient to plot and the plot so subservient to a nice pat theory of dreams that there really is no story here at all. Then again, it’s brain candy, but a least of an intelligent kind.
Wow! Librarians certainly like to read a lot. I had 112 hits yesterday and my reports from the ALA Conference are looking pretty popular. It’s about time something gave my review of The Painted Veil a run for its money. I’m grateful for the Internet Cafe at the Washington Convention Center and apologize to all those librarians who had to wait in line while I was writing in my blog. Then again I’m impressed with how much I was able to write in such a short time. Over the next few days I’ll go back and revise the conference posts to add hyperlinks and more details as well as correct the inevitable typos.
So I’m back in Boston where it’s hot and stick. It was hot and sticky in Washington today, and the sun felt relentless on Capitol Hill where white marble is more common than trees. I began the day waiting a long time for the shuttle bus which up until this morning had be extremely efficient. There were more waits at the convention center for the bag check and to get into the Closing Session. Yet somehow I did get squeezed into a seat near the front and hear all of Garrison Keillor’s speech. It was nice to hear the warm voice so familiar from “The Writer’s Almanac” and “A Prairie Home Companion.” While Keillor’s ideas of libraries are a bit idealized and out of date, he did have a good sense of their being a quiet place where the imagination can grow, and that they are important for democracy. He particularly liked that they are places where children don’t have to perform for adults and believes the immigrant children he sees reading in today’s Minneapolis Public Library are America’s future leaders. The Library Journal has already written up a good summary of Keillor’s address.
Next I went down to the Exhibition hall to register for Library Day on the Hill. This consisted of getting a red t-shirt and some hand outs and was all rather anticlimactic. There was supposed to a big closing day party in The Stacks but it was just more vendors I didn’t want to talk to telling me about products I’m not interested and asking me to sign up for raffles in which I did not want to participate. It was also somewhat depressing since a lot of vendors had packed up and left giving it a dying Main Street look. I escaped up to the Internet Cafe to blog and otherwise find ways to kill time.
Just about noon I took a shuttle bus over to the Capitol. I sat next to a lovely librarian from Prince George’s County, Maryland who told me all about Street Lit which is all the rage among her semi-urban patrons. On Capitol Hill, much like Jimmy Carter, I had a crisis of confidence. What on earth am I going to say to my Representative and Senators, especially if they had questions? I stalled a bit in the exhibit space in the Rayburn Building and read up on my library legislative literature. Then I wandered through the labyrinthine corridors of Capitol Hill and finally got up the gusto to enter Michael Capuano’s office. And I talked with his legislative assistant, ever so briefly, leaving behind by contact info and sheet of library concerns. The same pattern repeated itself later in the Russell Senate Building at John Kerry’s and Edward Kennedy’s offices. I have to say that just boat loads of people were in the government buildings today. Most of them were in snazzy suits, but there were also other petitioners from the ACLU doing the same type of thing we were doing (they wore white & green t-shirts). I was also touched by the wall of portraits in Kennedy’s office of big brother John. Granted, every Irish pub in Boston has a similar display, but it there it was more meaningful.
In between visiting the House and Senate offices, I played hooky from my lobbying duties by taking a tour of the Jefferson Building of the Library of Congress. I took a tour lead by an exuberant volunteer. She liked to point out how the art and architecture of the building were paeans to the European culture that Americans aspired to in the late 19th-Century when the library was built. It’s very beautiful. I also looked at the exhibit of American treasures because I never tire of looking at cool, old stuff.
And then I flew home. I have a lot to read and write and think about. Luckily I work in a library.
I had a slow start to the day and had to call Susan from my hotel bed to have her tell me to get out of bed and get to the conference center. It turned out to be a lucky day though. How often does one get a 1905 Indian Head cent in one’s change from the coffee shop? For me never. I can’t believe that it was still in circulation, but it isn’t anymore. I was so excited about the cent I brought it by the US Mint booth in the exhibition hall. They were not so excited and probably wished I was a teacher or a school librarian so that they could give me some literature.
Anyhow, enough numismatics, on to to librarianship. I spent most of the morning in the exhibition halls. I’m not really into gathering loot like so many of my colleagues seem to be but I did get a number of handouts from vendors. I visited the Proquest CSA “funhouse” (it really looks like a kid’s treehouse) and learned of their new historical annual reports services. Of course they told me that they created the database with the assistance of my library, not that anyone there told Access Services. Anyhow, that will be a useful resources once it debuts and I’m ready to let the secret out. I also got a good demo at Ex Libris of Primo a kind of super catalog that searches through a library or a consortiums various catalogs and databases. OCLC has a similar product in WorldCat Local.
The real eyeopeners were the Resource Sharing products. The OCLC vendor demonstrated ILLiad for me which was so beautifully easy I could have wept. I also saw scanners that scan quickly, clearly, in color if you need it, and don’t require profanity to operate. I would happily use these devices if only my library would purchase them.
Also at the exhibition, Nick Hornby read from his new book for young adults Slam. It’s a story of a sixteen-year old boy who is trying to avoid the news that his girlfriend is pregnant. In the part Hornby read the boy wakes up and it is a year later and he’s learning that he’s actually become a good father. It sounds like an excellent book.
Monday was not all fun and games. I attended a session at the Grand Hyatt called “Access Services: It’s Not Just Circulation Anymore!” Three managers talked about Access Services in their libraries and it is interesting to see how there is not even one agreed upon definition of what Access Services does. Personally, Access Services are any staff who work on the front lines dealing with the public in person, on phone, and online. The most itneresting examples I heard were about libraries where faculty and IT staff actually work in the library on the library staff. That seems like such a simple but effective way of getting input and collaborating in an academic library.
The PLA President’s Program finished out the day. I don’t work in a public library but author Armistead Maupin was the keynote speaker so I went to hear him. Originally, Elizabeth Edwards was to speak, but as Maupin informed us, she was out on the campaign trail. He said he liked the irony that he saw her on TV in San Francisco addressing a gay pride event while he himself was here in Washington addressing librarians. He thanked librarians for putting the Tales of the City books on library shelves at a time when they were very controversial and was grateful that they are not so controversial anymore.
To conclude my day I returned to Arlington and visited with my friend Betsy and Randy and met their newborn baby girl Zoe. And for supper, once again, we ate Thai food.
My third day at the conference continued the parade of celebrities I admire. Nancy Pearl is not only a hero but a Library Action Figure. She’s also written several books of book recommendations including Book Lust, More Book Lust, and the new Book Crush for children and teens. She spoke mainly on encouraging children to read and to validate the choices they make in reading. She also warned of the perils of a life of reading as a counterbalance. She told the story of how the Library Action Figure came about, and the 39 librarians with no sense of humor who sent her hate mail.
I’d scheduled myself to attend a Blog and Wikis Interest Group but I didn’t like the looks of it since it seemed to be another committee meeting (with laptops) and that was not where I wanted to go. So I quickly flipped through my program and discovered that a program called Harnessing the Hive: Social Networking in Libraries was taking place in an adjacent room. It was even tagged as being suited to New Bees. I can’t believe my luck, because this may be the best program I’ve attended yet. Three presenters showed off actual working collaborative tools that have improved services and research in libraries. I’ve got lots of links to follow up on this as well.
I left the convention center and returned to the U Street area, this time to attend Mass at St. Augustine, a predominantly Black Catholic parish. The priest preached for half an hour, two children were baptized, and the choir sang a whole lot of gospel so the Mass lasted 2 hours! Not that I’m complaining. The liturgy was beautiful and I felt very welcomed. I ate a veggie burger sub at the famed Ben’s Chili Bowl prior to returning to the convention center.
I didn’t have time to visit the exhibitions as planned, but did get to make yesterdays blog entry and head to the ALA Book Cart Drill Team Championships. It was hillarious. The team from Pennsylvania named “Get Down With Your Funky Shelf” definitely had the best name. However, the Divas from Texas who performed the Rosie the Riveter inspired “Riveted by Reading” truly deserved the coveted Gold Book Cart.
Thanks to the power of Youtube, now you <em>can</em> see the ALA Book Cart Drill Team Championships! At least parts of the event.
irst, the Readin’ & Rollin’ team from Milford, Ohio who took fourth place and the autographed DEMCO catalog:
Next, the Bronze Cart winning Delaware Diamonds:
The Silver Cart winning performance by Gett Down With Your Funky Shelf of Gettysburg, PA.
The Book Divas of Houston, TX took home the Gold Cart with their performance of “Rosie is Riveting”, only a snippet of it is available here:
After another long day of conferencing, I visited Northern Virginia to see my friends Annie & Mike. Additionally, a fellow librarian/conferencee/friend Camille (and one of her friends from Ithaca) and Washingtonian/friend Lisa Lynn were there. So the six of us (and Mike and Annie’s in utero son) went out for Thai food in Alexandria (no pun in the name). We actually talked about a lot of library and social networking stuff. Camille and I came up with a creative writing project based on odd reference questions. It could even be like the “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me” game where three stories are told and you have to guess the real reference question. This originated from Camille’s story about IM reference where a patron first asked for everything they had about biotechnology and then followed up by saying an illegal alien was living in his apartment. We will be presenting this game at the next conference.
So it was another good, full day. I can’t believe that it’s gone by so fast and there’s only one full day left. I also can’t believe all that I’ve learned. I hope I don’t lose all these great ideas brewing in my head. It’s hard to find time to write them all down.
When I was a teenager I wanted to grow up to be Ken Burns, or at least a whole lot like him. Of course I never became a filmmaker nor a professional historian, I became a librarian. But Ken Burns is down with librarians and addressed us early on Saturday morning. He spoke of how after The Civil War he didn’t want to make another movie about war because he didn’t want to be typecast nor be mistaken for glorfying war. Two things changed his mind: 1) that 1000 WWII veterans die each day & 2) that a large (but unnamed) percentage of graduating high school seniors believe that the US fought WWII allied with Germany against Russia. So he and Florentine Films made The War, a 14-hour film about the experience of ordinary soldiers and ordinary people on the homefront during the Second World War. He showed us a half-hour preview of the film which focuses on four towns in the United States and how people in those towns were affected by the war. The film was very powerful and contained the most graphic archival footage of the war I’ve ever seen. If the 30 minute sample is any indication, this may be Ken Burns’ best documentary yet. Burns closed with a quote from Abraham Lincoln which he described as the best sentence ever written: “The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely the will be, by the better angels of our nature.”
From one childhood hero to another. In the exhibition center Arthur Frommer and his daughter Pauline signed replica copies of the 1957 edition of Europe on $5 a Day. I’ve been addicted to reading guidebooks and travel literature since I was a kid, and Frommer was one of my early favorites. Back upstairs I attended the ACRL 101 session which wasn’t too different from the NMRT Conference 101 session but I got a few useful tips and handouts.
I rode the shuttle bus over to the Hyatt Regency Capitol Hill, at lunch and attended two sessions of RUSA STARS on resource sharing. The first was a committee meeting on reavaluating resource sharing policies which I simply observed. It was drowned out by the exburant speechifying and applause of another session in the next room. More interesting was the Hot Topics in Resource Sharing session where my newly aqcuainted colleagues and I talked about customer services issues, copyright problems, and Ariel v. Odyssey.
Back at the convention center I went to the convention center to write an email to my friend Sharon who I didn’t see at the Ken Burns session in the morning. Moments after I sent the email, I heard a voice call my name. It was Sharon who was also in the Internet Cafe. We went to the Capitol City Brewing Co. for dinner and talked about libraries and babies.
And that was that professionally for Saturday. I had plans to go out Saturday night but didn’t do much as I wasn’t much in the mood, but I did go for a long walk around Washington’s 14th Street and U Street neighborhoods.
I’ll write about Sunday tonight or tomorrow. The Book Cart Drill Team is coming up next!
I arrived Thursday evening and registered but didn’t have much else to do conference-wise, so I visited the Smithsonian museums of American Art and National Portrait Gallery nearby. Later I met up with friends Edward and Charlene for supper at a restaurant punningly called Thai Tanic.
Friday morning I walked down to the Mall and visted the Air & Space Museum for old times sake and then the US Botanical Garden.
After lunch I tried to visit the Library of Congress Open House, but the Capitol Police had the street in front of the Jefferson Building closed. I gave up and visited the Madison Building instead. The interior is eerie, and I wandered through the windowless corridors lined with solid, closed doors. I visited the Periodicals Reading Room but there was not much to see there. I had better luck at the Veterans History Project where the very friendly staff sat down with me and told me about their oral history program. They even took pictures of me for the LOC Gazzette. Meanwhile another alert went up from the Capitol Police as the Adams Building was evacuated due to a chemical spill. The LOC staff seemed very blase about emergencies and alerts in this paranoid city (I went through 4 metal detectors this day by the way). I also stopped by the Manuscripts Division and saw Abraham Lincoln’s childhood sums book and Alexander Graham Bell’s somewhat childish drawings of the first telephone. Finally I went to a reception upstairs and lots of LOC staff talked with me.
I went back to the convention center for the New Members Round Table Conference 101 program. The room was packed, but I stole a chair from another room and was actually able to sit at the same table as my co-worker Leslie.
Following this I walked to the RUSA STARS Happy Hour at the Elephant & Castle pub. As expected this was noisy and awkward but I did meet some friendly people.
I returned to the convention center for the premiere of the Hollywood Librarian, a moving and funny tribute to all of us librarians through the lens of the movies. It’s actually a great documentary and a sometimes not too subtle propaganda people. But our public sometimes need to be hit across the head.
There’s a long line waiting at the internet cafe so I will try to write more later.