December holidays mean extra reading time. I’ve lost track of the number of unfinished books set aside or returned to the library this year. It’s been a hard year–one with too many losses–and sustained attention for pleasure reading is a scarce thing. I’ve taken to filling up the ereader with semi-random selections from the library and every once in a while, one of the books will grab and hold my attention.
Today it was Esi Edugyan’s Half-Blood Blues. It’s gotten a lot of positive press following multiple literary awards and award nominations. Edugyan’s account of a group of African American and African German jazz musicians in Berlin and Paris in 1939 is compelling but what grabbed me and held me was the language, the beautiful turns of phrase and the shifts in tone as the narrative moves between 1939 and 1992. I’m kicking myself for returning it so quickly since I travelled too quickly over sentences like this one: “A grim little room, more like a closet of ghosts than any joint for music, the cracked heaters lisping steam, empty bottles rolling all over the warped floor.”
A rereading in conjunction with Ondaatje’s Coming Through Slaughter–a novel about Buddy Bolden, New Orleans, art, and loss–would be a fine thing.
Here’s an interview Edugyan gave the morning after she won the Giller.
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I know I did schoolwork today and even went to a class in the evening but it’s all a blur.
Today we took my mother to see her geriatrician. We go every six months and each time, inexorably, there are more losses to count up. Each mini-mental exam confirms what we already know.
Monday’s going to be a busy day–eldercare stuff–so a lot of my class prep for next week’s classes has to be finished up today.
First up: finishing reading another chunk of AACR, reviewing material by Chan and Taylor, and reviewing slides for upcoming class. The reading itself is dry but every once in a while I’ll trip over something that surprises me. Today it’s not so much the sequence of rules–which are in some ways very much like style manuals–but the ways in which exceptions are covered in some detail. For example, the way publication details are handled if a label has been stuck over the original publication details. (Go with the label and don’t peel it off to get at the original data – 1.4b5.) I’ve fiddled about creating a couple of records but it’s clear I’m a rank beginner.
Next up: finishing up readings for systems class. Three or four articles/chapters read. Much of the content is familiar or connects to previous work history. Some of the textbook strikes me as fairly basic stuff so it makes for quick skimming. I’ve hit a little roadblock in an assignment to evaluate a web app — the app isn’t outputting any content. I’ll give it another day before swapping topics.
And to round out the day, writing up minutes and working on recruitment for a student journal.
All in all a quiet, uneventful day. Tomorrow will be harder.
I’ve had blogs in one form or another for seven years or so and they’ve all followed a fairly typical curve: lots of posting at the beginning, settling into a regular posting pattern, and then dwindling into promises to write and recurring, undone items on a to-do list. If I could dig out the posts I’d probably find the same pattern in my UseNet and FreeNet participation. Douglas, who I roped into a joint blog about 5 years ago, has turned out to be a much better blogger than I am: he’s got stuff queued up months ahead and is always adding to it.
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Since I want to regain some writing fluency–writing a simple paragraph really shouldn’t feel like dragging bricks across sand–I’m going to try something a little different for a while. Most of my time these days is taken up by going to class, preparing for class, and doing assignments for class. So. I’m going to try using this space to actually capture what I’m doing day to day–what I’m actually working on. Some days it will be a laundry list of tasks, others will be more substantive, and the kvetching that’s a standard part of library school will happen mostly offstage.
It might be a pretty summer day here but tomorrow fall will start in earnest for me as I head back to school.
I swing between excitement and weariness but I suspect that this is the inevitable consequence of combining school with long distance caregiving. The distance is much smaller than it was when we were living in Ottawa but it still plays a role.
The small tasks that need doing get easier to do and witnessing the inevitable indignities can be managed in the moment. Simple decisions are dogged by knowing that there are bigger and harder tasks in the future. These more complex decisions will force a choice between Scylla and Charybdis.
For the moment, I’m working to regain my balance and carrying on despite all.
Lou Ruvo Center for Brain Health (source: Architect Magazine)
I tripped over a link to images of Frank Gehry’s latest building–the Lou Ruvo Center for Brain Health in Las Vegas–and had a look out of idle curiousity.
I didn’t expect to be so moved by the building–there’s something about it that expresses the confusion that comes with dementia. Shambles and beauty in one building.
Architecture Magazine has a short article about the building and a slide show. More exterior and interior images are availble on the Keep Memory Alive site.
Sometimes it’s just nicer to wander into a shop and have a look-see, so you can smell the records, hold them and touch them. (Isobel Campbell)
Some time ago, Douglas sent me a link to a Guardian article celebrating independent record stores. His eye was caught by this reference to the smell of records.
It’s the first reference to the smell of records that I’ve spotted in the wild and it surprised me. It fits quite neatly though into a pattern established by a commonplace lament about the loss of bookstores and print books.
I rarely notice the smell of books in everyday use or even when going into a used bookstore. A book with a smell is a problematic book and one I’m reluctant to take home. If it’s a used book, it’s either mildewed, damp, or been owned by a smoker. If it’s a new book, it’s off-gassing chemicals from the ink, glue, or paper.
I suspect the smell of records is actually the smell of degrading cardboard.
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I’m at the halfway mark. The grades for the second term of my MLIS are trickling in; I’ve just about caught up on sleep; and I’ve stopped dreaming about imaginary assignments I forgot to complete.
Lots of ups and downs over the course of the year—some related to ordinary library school patterns and some related to my particular situation. Both terms have been more difficult than I expected. The difficulties haven’t emerged from the content of the program—which I enjoy for the most part—but from mundane problems of too many meetings to schedule, too much change all at once, and too little time taken to breathe.
When things feel most difficult, I slip into believing that I’ve been doing nothing. It’s a perverse habit of thought I’m trying to let go of since it magically erases the effort that went into selling our home, moving a household, reconnecting with family, learning the ways of a new city, negotiating the long term care bureaucracy, struggling with the pain of needing to arrange long term care for my mother, looking at long term care facilities and trying to choose the right one, going back to school and relearning how to be a student, learning the outlines of a new discipline, getting good grades, publishing a paper, figuring out how student groups work, working on a student journal, winning a competitive internship, and getting past some crazy-making situations.
My hope for the summer is balance. Yes I want to learn the ins and outs of reference work and web services in a research library but I also want to spend time with my partner (he-who-has-done-ALL-the-household-work), re-start a sitting practice, explore the city more, and read for pleasure. Novels. I remember something about novels.
