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WPR!

WPR!

For UW-Madison, we have to do a practicum that will give us 120 hours of nice, practical experience hooray! I very happily was placed at WPR. I mayyy have mentioned that I am totally obsessed with podcasts and my first talk-radio-on-my-ipod experiences came from NPR, and especially KQED. I also happily woke up every morning to the sound of KQED in my ears (Derek will probably tell you otherwise about that “happy” to be awake part). I love talk radio a lot more than music, so listening to WPR here hasn’t been as thrilling for me, though I do like the calming classical music. I think it’s also that KQED was like a friend in my home — I’d have it on when waking up, getting ready, when I’d come home to make dinner, etc. And I miss my friend.

Today I got to meet my future supervisor (whom I will call A.) and got to see the archives. It was MUCH different than I expected — the archives are literally on lots of shelves with a sign taped up reading “archives” in a huge recording room. There is an enormous piano in the middle of the room and lots of recording equipment. The archivist told me that her position at all is very new, so we’re really starting from scratch here. That makes me so excited! I like being a part of something, and I love when you can be there at the beginning to see it grow.

There’s a lot to do, so I might even be starting this summer. The rest of this year are going to be crazy, but I hope .. crazy fun.

My main project will be to do a very large scale inventory of what we have. There’s a lot of reel-to-reel tapes and cassette tapes, as well as some really old recording equipment that I’ve never even heard of in my life. Also, fun fact: the first voice to come over the radio was in 1917 I believe she said right here in University of Wisconsin. Before that, it had been Morse code. I had no idea!

Since we’re also coming up on a 100th anniversary for radio, I might get to be involved with preparing for that celebration. There’s talks of maybe something like a digital collection or exhibits.

Lastly, A. was happy to hear me say that I think radio is really coming back in fashion and that there could a lot of interest in the amazing stuff we might have. And who knows what we have? The tapes have mostly been in people’s offices over time and only recently got stashed here. We have other tapes archived in three different places around campus. There could be a wealth of things unknown. (one of the sound technicians wants to do a pledge drive using tape from the 1970s, which I think is hilarious)

I’m extremely excited about this and a little bit in awe that my area seems to be audio — something just a few years ago I never would have imagined. And a year ago, I would’ve thought it impossible to ever set foot in a public radio broadcasting center. And now I’ll be WORKING there! yaes! (maybe WYNC to meet the Radiolab guys is next??)

On a broader scale note, today President Barack Obama admitted that he once thought one way, but allowed his thoughts to evolve, and changed his mind: he believes that gays should have the right to marry. I love that we have a president who is eloquent, intelligent, and can admit that minds can change with huffing & hawing.

puzzles and pieces coming together

puzzles and pieces coming together

I am BRIMMING and BEAMING with good news right now. This is almost a problem because a few hours of today were meant to deal with the ending bits of my appraisal paper, but now of course all I want to focus on is celebrating!

I’ve been feeling “off” lately, with stomach aches and headaches, so I took a break from my paper to lay down for 20 minutes. In that 20 minutes, I got a call: the position I just interviewed for this morning in the Archives Research Room of WHS? It’s mine! I’ll be working part-time with one or two other student workers. It’s going to be so great! I love public services, and reference, and orienting patrons to the archives to make them feel welcome and cared for, so with this news I was already in a celebratory mood.

I called my dad at work, but he was busy. Pouting, I checked my email. And there was an offer to be a TA for a class next fall. Ohmygoodness!!!! I couldn’t wait for my dad, so I called my mom, because what else do you do after jumping around with happiness? (by the way, my dad finally got back to me — and my parents are pleased as peaches, just like Derek and I!) In the matter of an hour, life just changed for the better.

Needless to say, now this paper needs to be finished and submitted PRONTO so we can go celebrate! Oh, if only this stomach ache would go away. More ginger tea.

 

(oh, and, I’ll be volunteering at Circus World and I got my practicum placement at … drumroll … Wisconsin Public Radio. And what have I been saying my dream job would be? Being the archivist of NPR.)

not my first conference, but my best!

not my first conference, but my best!

I’m not going to try too terribly hard to be eloquent about a conference after an early morning, a long car ride across a few states, and a huge Indian dinner to top it all off. I need time to stretch my legs and digest (my food) the whole experience.

I can say that I think it is absolutely worth it to attend conferences, even if they sound like stuffy events where people in suits go to suck up, be insincere, and lose snippets of their own dignity. Well, that’s what I thought through most of high school at least. It can be either difficult or downright suffocating to imagine one’s self having to grow up just to slave away (in a suit) in an environment where one completely does not belong.

But the Midwest Archives Conference was fun. I met new people without feeling like I was being disgraceful to myself — it was for the joy of meeting them, knowing what their program or their work was like, learning what they were looking into now and how I’ve never even thought of that. It wasn’t to schmooze for a job at a place I don’t belong. Friends in the program and I have spoken about how we’re not naturally competitive or cut-throat, and worry that a competitive field with few jobs would bend our ideas of ourselves so we could get that job. I felt completely myself the entire weekend — sometimes unsure, sometimes regretful that my resume didn’t look like hers!, but never like I had to conform or be rejected. I could be myself, but just a little more “on.” And that’s a profession I can believe in.

10 of us from UW-Madison went and we felt like powerhouses. 10 is a pretty big number. We were a hit in the Vendor Room because we sold crafts that we lovingly made by hand. The proceeds are helping us to cover costs and then establish a fund to help us attend more conferences, and maybe set up a scholarship for future archives students. Exciting! We also all had our perhaps small, but great personal achievements. And on the fun car ride home, we chatted about putting together our very own panel. Double exciting!

And the group that went, my classmates, I got to know better than I would have had we just said hello to each other in class (or disagreed about a postmodern outlook on archives etc etc). Friday was especially fantastic. I was around truly amazing individuals who are going to help be a part of the future of archives. We all have our places we want to be and I hope that the non-competitive atmosphere of mutual respect and support continues. (this is why I never wanted to try out pre-med in undergrad …)

My throat hurts from talking so much and my jaw from smiling/laughing so much. And most of all, oh boy am I tired, so thank you MAC, and goodnight.

A (quiet) Room of Her Own

A (quiet) Room of Her Own

I’ll say it plainly: now I am just adding to the noise, I know. I am just adding to the data deluge, the echo chamber, and so on. I’m linking to the article, The Joy of Quiet, which was published nearly two months ago but one I found just today. It is an article that encapsulates many of the trends I’ve noticed and spoken of before, as many others have: this need to get away from the electricity.

When Derek and I drove across the country to get to Madison, I purposefully looked for a non-wifi Bed & Breakfast off the beaten path (and oh boy, did we find it in the middle of Nowhere, Wyoming). When I studied abroad in London in even 2007, I already loved how my phone plan was too expensive to text or call often, so I just left it in our flat. I felt not only free from this pull to remark on things I saw to a friend through a text (“omg! a man is selling roasted chestnuts in front of the British Museum!”) but I loved that without it I didn’t have a clock at all either. It felt like a very, very quiet and timid jab at the modern world, ever so scripted and scheduled.

On Pinterest, I find myself pinning images that exude quiet and contemplation, simplicity and thoughtfulness. Friends planning weddings (or most often not) love to pin farm-like ones, with rustic barns and a simple spread on a wooden table under a tree. Fascination with good cooking is partly a fascination with being not distracted while you focus directly on the beautiful, tasty meal YOU are going to create with your own hands — your own hands! Is this getting too Marxist, a desperate desire for us to be shaping the world around us through the materials we shape?

So there’s these trends, for the wholesome and pure. Just bread. Just olive oil. Just wine. A lot of my 25 Before 26 goals and then general changes to my life I wanted to make had to do with being more selective, to slow down, to focus. I’m pretty sure part of my new lust for living in Maine mostly comes from just this idea of it in my head, that it would be slower there (maybe because everyone is frozen …).

These trends are a backlash to the information overload idea, the idea that so many books are being written about these days. We do more at our jobs because budgets are crunched, we do more in school because the competition is so fierce. Even relaxation has competition: do I watch a movie or TV show on Netflix, do I play with the Wii, do I play a game on my computer, do I listen to music, do I listen to a podcast, do I read blogs, do I read The New Yorker, do I read a book that’s not related to school, do I partake in some arts ‘n crafts, do I explore my new town more, do I go out to dinner with my boyfriend or friends, do I go to a bar, do I go to a cafe, do I repeatedly cycle through Twitter Facebook Pinterest LinkedIn Gmail WiscMail Yahoo!Mail … Boredom is not an option. Distraction is the way of life.

Is there even a point to a vacation from it? I went to the middle of Nowhere, Wyoming, where we barely had cell phone reception and no Internet. But then we went to bed, got up, and drove back into town. Our brains didn’t feel magically refreshed. They wouldn’t have after a week either — I am almost always more tired after a week of “vacation,” mostly because 1) I know I have to face a lot of work and 2) I usually feel like I should use the vacation time wisely by either cleaning up after a mess or preparing the deluge to come.

I don’t think I can sustain this lifestyle without going crazy and I don’t think a vacation would work. So a lifestyle change, then?

Here’s the crux for me: if you remove yourself from having an online presence, it is suspect these days. I used to work at the Career Counseling Library and we gave workshops to staff members of UC Berkeley about job searching. Social networking was, of course, hounded into them. If you don’t create a presence for yourself, perhaps you’re not fit for the organization. And they notice if you created a LinkedIn profile on the fly that took 5 minutes and then never checked it again. Everyone wants you to be engaged and dynamic. Presence “proves” this.

In library school, there’s constant suggestions for an active professional Twitter account, a blog (hi there!), or other social media networks (a new one devoted to LIS students just opened or perhaps Mendeley is right for you). Librarians and archivists have to embrace social networking just as much as other businesses to advocate for their services — they have to do so to be heard above the others. And we as students are expected to juggle the classes with hundreds of pages of reading per week plus papers/projects to boot, at the very least one internship (but most likely two or more jobs and some other volunteering), student groups for organizations like ALA or SAA, and be on the look out for interesting articles/tweets/status updates related to our field. Even better if you can talk about it eloquently.

It’s a bit of a catch 22. Activity is good because supposedly, it shows you are engaged with the profession. But is that true? If you’re always posting, when are you doing? “Don’t confuse passion with competence.”

Maybe I can’t do an abrupt lifestyle change — as much as I say just living in a small farmhouse in rural Maine with a raspberry patch sounds nice, I would probably go crazy after a week — but I can do other things to combat it. I’ve been slowly downsizing the amount of people I connect with on Facebook, moving acquaintances into that category, unsubscribing from acquaintances’ statuses, asking for just “important life updates.” Some of the people or organizations I felt obligated to follow on Twitter? I realized that’s frankly whack — I am not obligated. I am not obligated to follow all of the library/archive bloggers; everything is a suggestion. I’ve been slowly unsubscribing from more. The articles that are truly interesting, I want to give my full attention to. If I share an article on any platform, it has to be one that isn’t a passing interest — a headline that looks good and relevant to my field — but one that resonates with me on a deeper level, that is written well, and so on. I read recently that most websites are only visited for 10 seconds. I’m in that statistic; with how much I felt like I needed to read or look at or watch out for, I would try to zoom through websites. It’s a bit like skimming an article too quickly though just in case the professor asks a question: after class, I will never remember that article, and what’s the use in that?

I can’t see myself anytime soon breaking off to go live in rural Japan without any cell phone reception, Internet, or other means of communication. But I can see myself focusing in on what really interests me. If all goes as planned, the extra noise I contribute to the Internet will be more like a well written melody.

talking over coffee with a friend helped me realize this sigh is not one to make alone

talking over coffee with a friend helped me realize this sigh is not one to make alone

This is not a post about the debate of practice vs. theory and which one you study in a program like Library Science, especially around archival study.

I’m all for theory. I love theory. I love not believing in someone’s theory and feeling superior for it. Just as I love practicing: being on the job, working with patrons, being able to say that I have learned this software program or that program.

Rather, this is a quick, hard jab at high-falutin’ talk around and about theory.

Write simply. Say it simply. It is more beautiful that way.

Two other posts & Spring beginning

Two other posts & Spring beginning

It’s the last day of break! I went on a walk and had brunch today, both of which I talk about here, on the MetaDiners blog. Go check it out!

Some of my photos were also used for this post from the Society of American Archivists UW Madison Student Chapter. It’s a definitive end to the Archives Month blog for 2011. I encourage you to go read that too! I am still working out logistics with Ron, featured in the post, about coming back to Clinton to help out with some manuscripts.

I have half of my reading done, another half to go, and a problem with the school’s online system/blackboard. I have all of the articles downloaded or Zotero-d for the semester. I am not really ready to say goodbye to pleasure reading for a while, but it has to be done. And I’m in a good place for the semester to start. Let’s hope, of course, it stays this way.

Inferiority Complex (hack library school)

Inferiority Complex (hack library school)

I’m finally getting to my emails and blogs after a few weeks away, so I’m quite late on picking this up, but I just read a blog post over at Hack Library School about the “inferiority complex.” It can be a good reminder to back off from the dread of job-finding as our minds drift to the future during a long winter break rather than on the immediate stress of classes. One of the commenters, Nora, made a particularly good point: our inferiority complex is probably extremely heightened due the job market. What would we be like if it was 2004 and the world was ever-growing? It’s not that the work is terribly difficult, it’s that getting the work can be terribly difficult. And loans are scary.

I have pretty much (75%?) decided to not re-work the paper I wrote for my archives class on graves in Srebrenica for publication submission to a student journal, due this January 15th. If it was in February or March, maybe, but there are still many things I want to research and weave into my paper. There aren’t many days left until January 15th. If I love this topic, and I want to do right by it, I think I just need to spend more time on it. Part of getting away from an inferiority complex is getting away from the idea of the race — that I have to do it NOW, or FIRST. Everyone is on different timelines (as Facebook will show us soon).

Take your time. Take your tea, and your vacation, and it will all work out.

It’s not even midnight yet.

It’s not even midnight yet.

What do you do when you’ve been assigned a paper that doesn’t capture your hopes, desires, dreams, and wishes for the future and for all time? I think there are many takes on this that we students make. Assuming you don’t decide to just not do the assignment, at least. There’s the easiest and definitely least honorable: plagiarism. There’s a form of plagiarism for the rich (not me): pay someone else to do it. There’s Wikipedia research. There’s the most panicked kind, which many do: stall until it’s 1am the day before it’s due and after you’ve exhausted looking at pretty things on Pinterest or creepily looking through your friend’s profile pictures on Facebook from 2006 and on. (Hi friends.)

But there’s also just jumping in and hoping for the best. Amazingly, I did that this time. The format of the paper was both old and new to me: old because it sounded like a high school research paper and new because it’s been YEARS since my job was to just give factual background and not base the entirety of the paper around an argument.

I underestimated the research that I would want to put into this paper. It’s graduate school, so I am taking things more seriously. It’s really not about “When am I ever going to think about this again?” and a whole lot more about “What can I learn from this that will change/support/affect the way I practice my future profession?”

So one thing I did was incorporate the research of the paper into a sort of roleplaying game, in which I did not actually roleplay anything. I AM the patron who is using a library’s catalog in the hopes of finding quality scholarship on my subject. But along the way, I also switched to librarian mode, like I was taking a user study.

Here’s two things I learned:

  1. Banned Books Week is not completely another silly marketing ploy by ALA. Relative to many countries, like Annoyed Librarian points out, we do not have to worry about real banned books. Catcher in the Rye went through my high school without one blip. However, the practice of parents challenging books in public schools is actually quite more widespread than I knew. And what’s more interesting is how personal it gets in small communities. And what’s even more interesting? The librarians’ self-censorship as they continue with their collection development policies.
  2. Either my school’s catalog, MadCat, is incredibly frustrating most of the time, or I am not cut out for this job. This, my friends, was a bit of a blow.

I mean, I did everything I’ve been taught. I used databases. I used Ulrich’s (though I was using that when trying to search for the other topic I wanted to do on corporate media concentration)! I used Boolean operators. I used wildcards. I filtered and limited the hell out of my results. And I felt like everything I tried was wrong. So finally? I gave in, and emailed a librarian for help.

PS) One funny thing about school these days is how classmates can connect on Facebook. Today was quite the spike in people chattering about this paper. I kind of imagine us working away on our computer in bursts. Actually, this post is a good illustration!

the cliche: curling up, cold weather, hot beverage, good book

the cliche: curling up, cold weather, hot beverage, good book

Today’s been a dreary day for most of Madison. It feels somehow sticky outside, but then there’s this harsh wind. I’m still not wearing anything over my thin tights, so I can build up more resistance to the cold. My classmates go between saying it’s cold/the weather is terrible and “This is nothing yet.” So far I’m imagining it like my time in Berlin in winter — which was colder than Zagreb or Prague, I think? — when my friends, Alyssa and Heather, and I would run into cafes for hot chocolate, sprint out to see the Berlin Wall, go back inside for more hot beverage, check out a Christmas market, run back inside, and so on. I was so full of chocolate and good bread.

The cold weather coming and the gross skies today were already enough to make me want to stay inside, but what’s way worse is: a good book. Unfortunately, I did have to go outside. I spent a few hours at work and then headed over to the student radio station, where I’m volunteering!, to digitize my first records. Sadly I couldn’t do it today because the manager was talking with someone, but in the end it was okay … because I got to read. Derek and I met at the grocery store to buy dinner for tonight, and I had to wait for him for a while, but it was okay … because I got to read.

When you are reading a good book that completely sucks you in, life mostly becomes about stealing moments away to sink in even more. It is an addictive escape. Perhaps this is why I usually surround myself so much around non-fiction, news, and podcasts — though, I also don’t think I have the same patience for digging into a good fiction book like some of my English-major friends. And how strange that must sound, to my librarian friends!

Something else I have picked up on in grad school and in the library world (mostly through blogs) is a certain tension between libraries and archives. I get the feeling that librarians like to view themselves superior because they are less stodgy, can change more, and give things away for free (but with the agreement that it will be returned). And then archivists can see themselves as superior because they live in this house of sacred, old items, know how to handle a book so as not to ruin it, and uphold a tradition. I personally think this is all pure bull — but there aren’t many people in the program, or in the world, who read a lot of post-modern archival theory and practice. I also think it’s something quite unexpected and rather silly, because if there wasn’t tension, collaboration makes SO MUCH MORE SENSE.

If I love a good book, why didn’t I choose to pursue something like public libraries? Academic libraries? It’s always there as an idea, and thankfully the MLIS degree with added archive classes prepare me for both tracks. I especially would love to do outreach, instruction, and reference. But the work is changing, and we don’t stick to one thing. I can do all of that in an archive, too. Archives have always been much more romantic to me in a certain way. I get such a rush looking at letters than at a book. There’s reading the secret memos of an organization and then there’s reading about the memos in an organization in a book. The archive is both an end-point and an origin — end-point for the materials used but an origin for the historian or writer — and there’s such a wealth of possibility in it.

Even so, I am going to curl up with that good book right now, and ignore archival theory for a little while longer. (and definitely ignore a discussion paper due tomorrow, which is low on my priorities to making a list of things to buy for Thanksgiving dinner!)

Bleak versus Realistic

Bleak versus Realistic

As you can imagine, I spend a lot of time with my classmates in the SLIS program. And as my classmates and I go farther and farther into our first year, we are forming our opinions on our experience and this program (well, so far).

There has been a lot of optimism, but often a lot of pessimism, and even the question of, “Why am I paying for this?” For example, one thing our program did not warn us archive-interested folk about is that the archive program is going through some growing pains right now. We don’t even have a specific archive adviser anymore. This would’ve been nice to know before I turned down the top two Library Science/Archive programs in the nation. Another example? One of our professors sometimes spends over 30 minutes just trying to figure out logistical stuff, like putting people into groups or deciding whether or not to have class Thanksgiving weekend. That’s the easy stuff! It doesn’t need to take that long. One of my classmates last night joked, as we were working on an assignment for class (woo! Friday night fun!), that she actually timed one of the discussions at 45 minutes long … which was probably like $200 worth of our tuition.

A lot of the pessimism comes from the faculty and staff members though. I understand that. It’s a bad economy. It’s a deeply changing profession. But, when you’re on the faculty of a program devoted to the study of this profession, there is a line one should learn about the difference between bleakness and realism.

This morning, over brunch at Lazy Jane’s Cafe, one of my friends made that distinction. There’s being realistic, and there’s being bleak. There’s saying that going into art librarianship is difficult and competitive, but you can try to get your foot in the door through your practicum, and then there’s saying, “Don’t do it.”

Realistic: those of us coming out of college and grad school are unlikely to find jobs as easily as before 2008, the job titles that we know of are disappearing, we have to constantly stay relevant and up-to-date and adaptable to the changing profession, etc.

Bleak: The job market will never improve. Don’t do it. You can’t do it.

Because the fact is, we are students who are in this program, for better or for worse. We want to be here. We expect to work hard because other people (cough Wall Street and rating agencies cough) really, really messed it up for us. We know we have to live on less than people did before. We know there aren’t people lined up along aisle as we graduate, ready to call out to us as we walk by, “Please! Be my archivist for my fantastic collection of really cool old letters and please! let me pay you $80,000 a year!”

Don’t just discourage us. Work with us. Don’t do what my adviser did: signed a blank sheet of paper for me to sign up to classes, didn’t ask me about what I want to do in the future (far or near), and said, “Well, I should as adviser-y questions … How’s it going?” Instead, steer us in the right direction. Don’t waste our time and we won’t waste yours.

If degrees don’t mean the same thing that they used to, then traditional schooling programs don’t either. This is a partnership. We are paying good money for a solid program that collaborates with us and supports ideas we have to move the profession for us. There shouldn’t be room for killing dreams. Realistic is keeping the passion we came here with, but perhaps modifying dreams to understand the market and future better. It doesn’t have to be bleak.