In class we've been talking primarily about library blogs, so I thought it might be interesting to take a look for blogs run by archivists. I need to finish a more thorough search, but I've found a few interesting things so far:
The most promising site I've found is ArchivesBlogs, a meta-blog that syndicates articles from a variety of archival blogs. It has sources in a large variety of languages, and the quality of the source material seems to vary fairly widely but its list of blogs seems useful as a quick reference for blogs to follow. Fortunately, it offers an English-only page and feed here.
Of the ones it links to, my personal favourite is Foldering, which is tragically currently on hiatus.
LISNews - This seems to be the Slashdot of the library world. It's mainly focused on library articles, but occasionally touches on archiving information. As a Slashdot clone, the articles are sometimes strange and inaccurate (this article on "Where the Web Archives Are" doesn't really link to anything that could be legitimately called an archive), but it seems interesting enough to follow nonetheless.
I'll try to ferret out some more interesting sites for any other archives students who may be curious too.
Have a story about cats.
One day, Števu Lolek had a lot of shopping to do. So he went out early to do some of his chores, and he brought his wallet (which was very big, so big that he had to have an extra-large car just to fit it in) with him, because he had to buy things.
First he visited the grocery store, and here he bought some groceries. There were some things on sale, so he bought them because he liked to save money. Everyone liked to save money, anyway. I probably didn't have to mention it, you can just forget it.
There were a lot of groceries, so he brought them home before going to the next store to buy some more things.
Next he went to the cat store, which was where they sold cats; he saw a cat there that he liked, and so he gave some money to the cashier (that's how they do it over there) and the cashier let him take the cat home with him in a big box. Except of course he didn't go home yet and so he put the cat in the car.
Next he went to the wife shop, only by now he had spent too much time on buying groceries and the cat and so he didn't have time to pick one out and he just bought the first one he saw.
He took the wife and the cat in the box (the wife was too big for the box) home with him, and he put them in his house so he had someone else there, too, and this made him happy.
That lasted for about two weeks, until something surprising occurred.
The cat found a bulldozer on the top of a hill, and because it had always wanted to ride in a bulldozer it jumped in and rode down the hill. The bulldozer hit a tree, and the tree broke. The bulldozer broke, too.
The wife was very angry because the cat was hurt, and yelled at Števu Lolek because the cat had been hurt in a bulldozer. She yelled at him quite a lot. He decided that the wife must be broken, too, and so he put her in his car and took her back to the wife shop.
But the clerk told him that his wife was an older model and it would just be cheaper to buy a new wife than to repair the old one. So Števu Lolek agreed and threw the old wife away and bought a new one, only he hurried again because of course the cat was still hurt in the bulldozer and he had to rush back home.
This story really isn't any better. It doesn't make any sense at all. Let's try talking about something else.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
FIS1311 Introduction
I'm Misty De Meo, FIS 1311 student and pretentious blowhard. I've been interested in computing technology and, of course, archives and information systems for a long time, and I've been recently spending a lot of time thinking about issues related to archiving digital media. I'm looking forward to learning more about IT in library and information service organizations, and I'm quite interested to see how this class will be discussing the implications of IT for information studies. I'll be updating this blog with posts related to lectures to throw out ideas and discuss issues with other students.
Because this introductory post is at the moment terminally dull, I should like to entertain my readers (should they exist) with the following short stories about the life of William Shakespeare. They are guaranteed to be true and informative.
1.
Shakespeare ate ice cream every other Thursday, without fail. He didn't eat ice cream on even Thursdays, because they're unlucky. Sometimes on even Thursdays he refused to go outdoors. One time he did, but tripped over a duck that was in the road and fell in the dirt.
2.
Once, when Shakespeare was nine years old, he had a girlfriend named Julia Hull, whose family had moved down the street from him just a little bit earlier. They liked each other two weeks and six days; the teasing lasted three weeks and four days.
3.
When Shakespeare was six years old, he wanted to be a garbage-man more than anything else in the world. He even made himself a special garbage-man hat out of construction paper. Unfortunately, he wore it out in the rain one day and the water ruined it so that he couldn't wear it anymore. He cried and cried, until his mother promised to sew him a new one out of cloth.
4.
Shakespeare's favourite candy was lemon drops. He would eat them up as fast as he could whenever he found one; he would just stuff them into his hands, which got so sticky that anything he touched would stick right to him. "You aren't eating candy right before dinner, are you, dear?" his mother would ask. "No!" he would say, as he stuffed his face. It was positively scandalous.
5.
Shakespeare wrote his first play when he was six and a half years old. It was called "The Cookye Manne of Stratteford-uponn-Ayvonne" and was three pages long. It was about a merchant who granted free treats for life to the greatest boy in the world, "Willie," after he slew his teacher in a duel for failing him on a test. His parents used to show it to other parents and laugh about it.
5 ½
[Unfortunately, the remainder of the manuscript was destroyed in a fire. We understand the disappointment of our readers; we have, however, been able to recover a single legible word and present it here in the hopes that it may prove useful: “bucket.”]
Although this blog exists primarily for the purposes of class, I would be remiss if I provided no entertaining content. I hope to intersperse my assignments and ruminations on class topics with similar short stories and other works of fiction over the course of the term, and I hope people enjoy them.
(Finally, in conclusion, I should mention my inspiration for today's entry, Daniil Kharms' Anecdotes from the Life of Pushkin.)
Because this introductory post is at the moment terminally dull, I should like to entertain my readers (should they exist) with the following short stories about the life of William Shakespeare. They are guaranteed to be true and informative.
1.
Shakespeare ate ice cream every other Thursday, without fail. He didn't eat ice cream on even Thursdays, because they're unlucky. Sometimes on even Thursdays he refused to go outdoors. One time he did, but tripped over a duck that was in the road and fell in the dirt.
2.
Once, when Shakespeare was nine years old, he had a girlfriend named Julia Hull, whose family had moved down the street from him just a little bit earlier. They liked each other two weeks and six days; the teasing lasted three weeks and four days.
3.
When Shakespeare was six years old, he wanted to be a garbage-man more than anything else in the world. He even made himself a special garbage-man hat out of construction paper. Unfortunately, he wore it out in the rain one day and the water ruined it so that he couldn't wear it anymore. He cried and cried, until his mother promised to sew him a new one out of cloth.
4.
Shakespeare's favourite candy was lemon drops. He would eat them up as fast as he could whenever he found one; he would just stuff them into his hands, which got so sticky that anything he touched would stick right to him. "You aren't eating candy right before dinner, are you, dear?" his mother would ask. "No!" he would say, as he stuffed his face. It was positively scandalous.
5.
Shakespeare wrote his first play when he was six and a half years old. It was called "The Cookye Manne of Stratteford-uponn-Ayvonne" and was three pages long. It was about a merchant who granted free treats for life to the greatest boy in the world, "Willie," after he slew his teacher in a duel for failing him on a test. His parents used to show it to other parents and laugh about it.
5 ½
[Unfortunately, the remainder of the manuscript was destroyed in a fire. We understand the disappointment of our readers; we have, however, been able to recover a single legible word and present it here in the hopes that it may prove useful: “bucket.”]
Although this blog exists primarily for the purposes of class, I would be remiss if I provided no entertaining content. I hope to intersperse my assignments and ruminations on class topics with similar short stories and other works of fiction over the course of the term, and I hope people enjoy them.
(Finally, in conclusion, I should mention my inspiration for today's entry, Daniil Kharms' Anecdotes from the Life of Pushkin.)
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