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I have a better idea about this (will not be specific with this indexical) site that I will probably see again at the beginning of November. (I use “probably” because a type of social action may cause a cancellation of my visit.)
On another front, it seems that I caused a stir on a listserv with my comments on businessese as the “newspeak.” The outside world, or the most potent part of it, defines librarians or information professionals in its own terms, but that is not unexpected. What is, then, unexpected? Hmm, I think it’s our willingness to adopt that language, and make it part of our own, as if we should replace our preexistent language. Somehow, this phenomenon reminds me of entire ethnic groups who were forced to adopt a dominant group’s language as a way to survive. That must be it: we, information professionals, should we wish to survive, will have to forget out identity, since we cannot use our language, so to speak, and adopt a new one, which is defined by the faculty, business world, and others.
We will reformulate identity which is not ours anymore, but that becomes ours since we will speak the language of those who define us. Does this make sense?
I’m reading an article on “genres” in LIS: it is so abstruse right now because it does not seem to clarify what a genre is (will re-read it several times, though). Would need to write a few words about that. Soon.
Dedicating my time to a merry-go-around travail, I feel almost guilty if I read for pleasure, even for a few anodyne minutes.
Longing for normalcy: leisurely cognition. I know, I know—it sounds pretentious, but pleasure always does (at least to me).
Am just about to go to bed and I have heard this strange noise. Wonder what would they attempt to cut at this hour (around 10:30pm)? Cannot escape this impression that, at least in this area of the city, some dwellers and city workers (well, OK, the city hall) don’t seem to grasp the idea of respecting everyone else’s right to a good night sleep. And, yes, garbage trucks work full steam, so to speak, at midnight.
Did a lot of lit searching, as I need as much as I could get before I will start the usual combing. Although I know how I will classify the results, since this is an imposed research, I have to struggle with finding a balance between being just factual and creative.
More to come.
(They stopped making that noise.)
Have been somewhat surprised, as I was browsing a library’s Web site. Yet, one cannot escape a feeling of dèja-vu.
Now, I have to do some more professional reading and reacquaint myself with doing some research because one of those rare days is coming closer; but the closer it is, the further my hope that I will settle in this city is.
Glad, though, that I know where some things, whose names I will not force myself to resurface to my working memory, stand. Will name them sometime…
