Thursday, September 27, 2018

Book Knife and Book Repair - the modern world

I am a Jane Austen fan, and a Greer Garson fan.  There is a wonderful scene in the 1940 version of Pride and Prejudice - the one where Elizabeth and Darcy are sparring for the first time in the drawing room at Netherfield - where Garson uses a book knife to open the pages.  It was a common practice.  Book pages are printed on a large sheet, folded and bound into the book.  When a reader sets out to read, they do so with a book knife in hand, to slit the pages.

Today, handed in to me for repair, a book without the pages slit.  The reader, and my coworkers confounded by the pages awaiting a book knife so the information could be opened to the world.  And the book that has confounded them with this small mechanical solution?  Big Data: A Very Short Introduction. (QA76.9.B45H66 2017).

I recommend the Very Short Introduction series.  Even it you need to open the pages with a knife now and then.



           

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Today's count.


Mom with twins under 2' in the Bowl.  Twin stroller, and twin with stroller - pink.  Little grey floppy sunhats.  No sun.  Grey shirts, green shorts, blue shorts.  Flowers blooming.  Others on the lawn and walking the circuit fill out the scene.

Oh... there goes the blanket folding.  Lunch break is over.

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Inclusivity


I am now responsible, among other things, for making sure the jumbo tron of the modern poster world in our library is up to date with its digital posters.  One of the new ones today caught my attention with its wording.  It reminded me of a newsletter I received when I worked at the campus Women's Centre in the mid ‘90s.  McGill’s Women Centre declared they welcomed ‘women and lesbians’.  This poster declares its event is ‘gender inclusive’ and ‘all are welcome’. 

I was surprised in the ‘90s to discover that lesbians were not women.  I am surprised now to find that all means everyone except those of specific, if unspecified, gender.  



Thursday, January 18, 2018

The delicacies of a January Thaw

Admittedly we have not had much winter in recent years.  But this year we have seen the high end of the -30s.  Of course that's cold end of the thermometer, so that's the low 30s?  It confuses the brain at times.  But we all agree it's cold.  But today, it is not cold.  And with little snow to show for our season, now running into its third month, we have earth showing, and bits of grass.  I reached out to touch the delicate yellow green needles of a tamarack and found them as soft now as they are in the spring.  They peeled off into my palm and I raised them to my nose to inhale.  Sweet: earth and spring and warmth and peaceful afternoons.

Friday, September 8, 2017

What's not to love about unions

I am in a union.  I am glad I am.  There is much to be said for banding together to get a fair deal.  But then there is the outer reaches, like arguing over how many angels dance on the head of a pin.  A coffee was spilled in the public area.  Protocol requires me to call the main office - in another building- so someone else can fill out a form and send it to the correct department so they can send a message to the correct clean up person who can then come in and clean up the mess....What's not to love.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Connections

So, last week I read a mystery from one of my favourite authors, Carola Dunn.  I have read almost all of the Daisy Dalrymple series and so I was pleased to read one (or listen as is my wont) to an earlier one that I hadn't read before: The Case of the Murdered Muckraker.  In it I was introduced to a person I had never heard of: Bessie Colman.  And now today Google informs me it is the anniversary of Bessie's birth - not thank goodness her sad if spectacular death. Ever have that happen?  You learn something and up it pops again almost right away?

I wonder what I will see next week about Bass Reeves whom I ran across watching Timeless this week.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Modern Communication

I sit with my iPad open to the FaceTime connection to my brother, a view to his shirtfront as he unpacks his suitcase, holding my cordless, on speaker, in the other hand, while my mother speaks to him about the text messages she sent him about his safe arrival home from Christmas. Her first. I make faces at my small self, presented me by my iPad, upper left.