<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381124927940781107</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:15:34.105-08:00</updated><category term='Rick Anderson'/><category term='just-in-case'/><title type='text'>que quiere decir...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sanderr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447071902880697897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RmdTWR74J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IvqxPbo-Z_M/s200/raspberry+morning.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381124927940781107.post-1122457263872347326</id><published>2008-05-01T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:59:54.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clearing out the cobwebs</title><content type='html'>As library cycles go, the Circ department is in its slow phase - not the crazy beginning when professors want everything right away (or better yet yesterday), not the anxiety-ridden final two weeks, when students want everything right away (and realize they should have wanted it yesterday), but the strung-out middle, so I am taking the opportunity to clean out old files, messages, and so forth. One file I stumbled upon was "blog ideas" - promising starts that never got any more attention and inspiring quotes. Here they are, my orphaned children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Middle” America&lt;br /&gt;What images does this phrase conjure in your mind? Amber waves of grain. 4th of July parades, a la Norman Rockwell. Red states. Factory workers. TV guide. Soccer moms. Top 40. Or…….Americans who all have quite distinct middles, as in overweight. That’s what the phrase always makes me think of. Sorry to be such a wet blanket, but I’ve lived in places and times where America was a dream, an aspiration. And we are letting everyone down in so many ways. Greed and gluttony seem to be at the bottom of it. I am considering a kitchen remodel. Only one person of all those I have told about it thought it unnecessary. I respect his opinion, but he lives in Argentina and works with needy families. So I put him out of my mind as I look over the set of drawings the architect has given me....&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“El éxito no se lo deseo a nadie. Le sucede a uno lo que a los alpinistas, que se matan por llegar a la cumbre y cuando llegan, ¿que hace? Bajar, o tratar de bajar discretamente, con la mayor dignidad posible.” - Gabriel García Márquez, on literary fame in &lt;u&gt;El olor de la guayaba&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lis.wwu.edu/search~S0?/cPQ8180.17.A73+Z47+1982/cpq+8180.17+a73+z47+1982/-3,-1,,E/browse"&gt;PQ8180.17.A73 Z47 1982&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this one was half-formed around the end of the library 2.0 summer series)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it all mean, Mister Wizard?&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I had too many passwords to remember. Now I KNOW it. And I intend to remedy that right away, by jettisoning accounts I will never use. For many people, the time invested in exploring new sites and tools has paid dividends because they can incorporate those items into their daily work routine. I didn’t spend nearly enough time checking out most of the toy/tools because I didn’t see how they would apply to my job and I spend too much time on the computer already to want to seek out ways to increase that exposure. That means they probably won’t be much help now, but… I know they exist and how to find them, if needed. I alluded to this in an earlier post.&lt;br /&gt;Social networking is not one of my favorite ideas. It is supplanting face to face relationships. I have this over-riding sense that people are moving father and farther apart due largely to the ever-expanding possibilities of electronic communication. Instead of writing a letter, which would be treasured by descendents, most people today grab the phone to dial or text message, or e-mail, IM, or blog – anything &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; put pen to paper. In the resulting badly written posts, poor grammar is forgiven supposedly because the content is so important. These people go on to produce appalling resumes. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dios está en el centro. Ahí donde no hay forma alguna, ni sonido, ni movimiento. Cuando te encuentres mareada, siéntate, deja de moverte, quédate en silencio y encontrarás al señor nuestro ahí, en tu centro invisible, el que te une a él. Somos como las cuentas del collar de la creación y estamos unidos unos con otros, cada uno ocupando el lugar y el espacio que le corresponde. Cuando alguno jala más de la cuenta para un lado, altera todo el orden de los cielos y el cielo se abre, la tierra se abre. Cuando una se separa ya no irá a caer donde debería caer, ya no caminará donde debería caminar, ya no irá a morir a donde debía morir porque su lazo se rompió, porque todo forma parte del todo y todo repercute en el todo. Y por eso dios se entristece cuando no lo vemos, cuando no lo conocemos, cuando pasamos la vida de espaldas a él.” from Malinche, by Laura Esquivel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lis.wwu.edu/search~S0?/cPQ7298.15.S638+M35+2006/cpq+7298.15+s638+m35+2006/-3,-1,,E/browse"&gt;PQ7298.15.S638 M35 2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments on any of the above are hoped for (preposition not withstanding).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381124927940781107-1122457263872347326?l=inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/feeds/1122457263872347326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7381124927940781107&amp;postID=1122457263872347326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/1122457263872347326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/1122457263872347326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/2008/05/clearing-out-cobwebs.html' title='clearing out the cobwebs'/><author><name>sanderr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447071902880697897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RmdTWR74J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IvqxPbo-Z_M/s200/raspberry+morning.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381124927940781107.post-2978658952155705162</id><published>2007-10-25T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:10:46.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wrap up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RyFYIDtrWJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pSB8p5Qloi4/s1600-h/wedding+guys+lineup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125474746383423634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RyFYIDtrWJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pSB8p5Qloi4/s200/wedding+guys+lineup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When last mentioned in this blog, Scott was in search of a place to spend the night, en route - via bicycle - from Bellingham, WA to Pocatello, ID, to be the best man at his brother's wedding. He made it with days to spare. So did we, only we chose to arrive by airplane. Here are my guys. You'll never see them like this again. Scott, George, and Geofrey (the groom).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381124927940781107-2978658952155705162?l=inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/feeds/2978658952155705162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7381124927940781107&amp;postID=2978658952155705162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/2978658952155705162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/2978658952155705162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/2007/10/wrap-up.html' title='wrap up?'/><author><name>sanderr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447071902880697897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RmdTWR74J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IvqxPbo-Z_M/s200/raspberry+morning.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RyFYIDtrWJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pSB8p5Qloi4/s72-c/wedding+guys+lineup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381124927940781107.post-6545743311684744881</id><published>2007-08-08T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:10:58.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Web 3.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh.no! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just getting used to Web 2.0 and I see this on a link from a link from a link: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Web 3.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone &lt;a href="http://www.readwriteweb.com/archives/eric_schmidt_defines_web_30.php"&gt;defines&lt;/a&gt; it as applications that use the web as a platform, but are no longer websites. ...And I feel myself slowly sinking, as the wave I was trying to surf rolls on.......&lt;br /&gt;It's slow times at the Circ Desk, but I still can't figure out some of the stuff from about 10 lessons back. (OK, now that I've admitted that, I guess it's time to leave RSS links behind and forge ahead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this 26 weeks wrap up, what will we have accomplished in the library? Some of us: not much; some of us: much; the library as a whole: aahh, that is the real question. If our purpose is to better serve the patrons, then we had better not be so eager to show what we know about 2.0 as we are to listen to what they want. And that leads to the question, "Do they know what they want?" And to continue in this circular direction...How are they supposed to know when they are asking the right questions? (Do &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; consider their questions "right" based only on what we currently have/can do?) Should library skills be taught? What skills are appropriate for libraries these days? Should we figure out a way to do what the patron is asking? How much of Library 2.0 will this entail? Am I back where I started yet? There's another wave out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381124927940781107-6545743311684744881?l=inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/feeds/6545743311684744881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7381124927940781107&amp;postID=6545743311684744881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/6545743311684744881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/6545743311684744881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/2007/08/web-30.html' title='Web 3.0'/><author><name>sanderr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447071902880697897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RmdTWR74J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IvqxPbo-Z_M/s200/raspberry+morning.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381124927940781107.post-4611569100108897999</id><published>2007-07-25T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:34:12.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just-in-case'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rick Anderson'/><title type='text'>Justin is welcome at our house.</title><content type='html'>I used to know how to calculate square roots &lt;em&gt;sans&lt;/em&gt; calculator.  I used to know how to use a slide rule.  I used to know a lot of things.  Most of them are “used to know”s because my need to use these facts/techniques peaked shortly after I learned them – supplanted by more recent discoveries or more modern processes. However, I still know there is that other way and that historic fact.  It is comforting to have fall backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 days ago my road-tripping son needed a place to spend the night when “plan A” fell through.  I tried to contact a friend on his route, but the phone line was busy.  Fall back: I sent her an e-mail.  As it turns out, she has a dial-up connection and her phone was not just busy, it was out.  She didn’t get my message until it was too late and Scott was on his own.  But the point is that there was a plan B.  In our headlong rush to library 2.0, are we going to leave behind the plan Bs of information retrieval?  I have a hard time imagining no “just in case” collection, as &lt;a href="http://www.oclc.org/nextspace/002/2.htm"&gt;Rick Anderson&lt;/a&gt; calls it.  When the circulation system goes down,  we don't like it, but we can do manual checkouts when patrons bring us the materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing: what about our technical “footprint”?  These days it is PC to worry about our effect on Gaia in the sense of living small, eating and buying locally, etc.  Is it PC (or even OK) to disregard the environmental cost of producing all the computer hardware and software, of digging trenches to bury all the optical cables, of building and erecting all the transmission towers for wireless networks, etc. to enable us to jettison the “just in case” collection? Or even to begin to consider it as a just in case collection?  It’s akin to the debate of cloth vs. disposable diapers.  We cannot do without. Who is to decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, as our family was packing for a vacation, my son asked if it was alright to include a particular item in his bag.  When I asked why he thought he needed it, he said it was "for Justin. You know, Justin Case."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381124927940781107-4611569100108897999?l=inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/feeds/4611569100108897999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7381124927940781107&amp;postID=4611569100108897999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/4611569100108897999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/4611569100108897999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/2007/07/justin-is-welcome-at-our-house.html' title='Justin is welcome at our house.'/><author><name>sanderr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447071902880697897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RmdTWR74J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IvqxPbo-Z_M/s200/raspberry+morning.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381124927940781107.post-2861828066707818689</id><published>2007-07-24T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:30:34.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A spam by any other name...</title><content type='html'>We’ve lost the critical faculty.  It’s as if, upon realizing our ability to pass along information, we lose our filtering capability, and feel that everything we come across must be passed on. Yesterday's - Bellingham Herald had an opinion piece by &lt;a href="http://www.tmsfeatures.com/tmsfeatures/subcategory.jsp?catid=1050"&gt;Leonard Pitts&lt;/a&gt; about the final Harry Potter book and the near impossibility of avoiding knowledge of how it ends. (I couldn't find a stable link, so you need to check the archive for 7/22/07.)  Well maybe it was two days ago, because today's edition carefully pointed out, in it's front page story about current Rowling readers, that there were no "spoilers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This leads me back to earlier concerns about blogging "just because we can."  Is it bragging and ego unbridled? A lack of manners? Somebody give me a positive spin here, please. We may need to know what blogs are, to be more in touch with our patrons, but we should be very careful we do not encourage them to use blogging and all the other Library 2.0 tools for the wrong reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381124927940781107-2861828066707818689?l=inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/feeds/2861828066707818689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7381124927940781107&amp;postID=2861828066707818689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/2861828066707818689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/2861828066707818689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/2007/07/spam-by-any-other-name.html' title='A spam by any other name...'/><author><name>sanderr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447071902880697897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RmdTWR74J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IvqxPbo-Z_M/s200/raspberry+morning.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381124927940781107.post-2733332745650053383</id><published>2007-07-24T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:31:59.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation angst and Scott's road trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RqZClLM2u4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/yu50muRZ6Xs/s1600-h/Scott+starts+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090829635218226050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RqZClLM2u4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/yu50muRZ6Xs/s320/Scott+starts+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know it's coming. And you're glad.  And yet you still worry.  It's a parent's privilege/dilemma.  You tried not to be a hovering, stifling presence, but there were so many things you would have done differently -- so many things you would have done. period.  But you have taught them for the last 21 years by word and example, and you have to rest on that.  You are proud of the person they have become.  So cross your fingers,  give them your blessing, and hope you meet up at the rendezvous point.  And wait for the calls.  Or the text messages.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381124927940781107-2733332745650053383?l=inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/feeds/2733332745650053383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7381124927940781107&amp;postID=2733332745650053383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/2733332745650053383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/2733332745650053383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/2007/07/separation-angst-and-scotts-road-trip.html' title='Separation angst and Scott&apos;s road trip'/><author><name>sanderr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447071902880697897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RmdTWR74J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IvqxPbo-Z_M/s200/raspberry+morning.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RqZClLM2u4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/yu50muRZ6Xs/s72-c/Scott+starts+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381124927940781107.post-6906386765398617227</id><published>2007-06-14T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:17:58.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"discrete extravagance"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381124927940781107-6906386765398617227?l=inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/feeds/6906386765398617227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7381124927940781107&amp;postID=6906386765398617227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/6906386765398617227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/6906386765398617227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/2007/06/discrete-extravagance.html' title=''/><author><name>sanderr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447071902880697897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RmdTWR74J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IvqxPbo-Z_M/s200/raspberry+morning.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381124927940781107.post-204216603868417085</id><published>2007-06-13T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:04:37.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you gotta love it</title><content type='html'>"obsequious bullying"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381124927940781107-204216603868417085?l=inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/feeds/204216603868417085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7381124927940781107&amp;postID=204216603868417085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/204216603868417085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/204216603868417085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-gotta-love-it.html' title='you gotta love it'/><author><name>sanderr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447071902880697897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RmdTWR74J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IvqxPbo-Z_M/s200/raspberry+morning.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381124927940781107.post-6068975920709630078</id><published>2007-06-11T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:31:10.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>asking for trouble</title><content type='html'>I have spent a substantial portion of my time away from the library this past week with sheets of graph paper and a tape measure. It has been a dream of mine to live with a larger kitchen than what I now possess. I know that remodeling projects are high on the life list of stress producers, yet I persist.  As if I would have more time to spend in a bigger kitchen…………so send me your stories.  I am asking for trouble here.  Really.  Tell me the horrors you experienced because of remodeling.  Maybe I will snap out of it. Or if you have encouraging stories, I will dream on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381124927940781107-6068975920709630078?l=inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/feeds/6068975920709630078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7381124927940781107&amp;postID=6068975920709630078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/6068975920709630078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/6068975920709630078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/2007/06/asking-for-trouble.html' title='asking for trouble'/><author><name>sanderr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447071902880697897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RmdTWR74J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IvqxPbo-Z_M/s200/raspberry+morning.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381124927940781107.post-4298719295667730176</id><published>2007-06-07T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:29:06.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rant of the day</title><content type='html'>This morning’s &lt;em&gt;Bellingham Herald&lt;/em&gt; got me all hot and bothered and I said to myself, “That’s what I can write about!”  Now that I’m at work, I have cooled off.  No, to be honest, I have forgotten what I was so exercised about at breakfast time.  There is a vague recollection of the editorial page, 'though…and some semi-rhetorical wondering whether anyone else lives with a person whose political beliefs are 180° away from his/her own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m boning up, as it were, for a discussion night later this month.  The topic is: “Who is responsible for the dumbing down of America?”  My glib first response is Garrison Keillor, but he was only picking up on a trend when he crafted his monologue tag line about Lake Woebegone. My generation was raised by parents who tried hard to give their children every advantage, the greatest one being the chance to go to college. Now, for some reason, instead of making the same effort for our own children, too many of us expect to continue receiving advantages. Our children can be nothing but above average, and we take great umbrage when they aren’t given the highest marks, the first place trophies, and the biggest circle of friends. We go to the principal when the teacher is not responsive to our complaints and to the school board when the principal backs her teacher.  The school board DOES respond because we threaten to vote against the next bond measure. And so begins grade inflation. My class was not a bunch of dummies, but when I graduated from high school there was 1 valedictorian. I see that most high schools here in Bellingham produce 2 or 3 each year, and all of them have GPAs of at least 4.0. You don’t have to be told the rest of the story by Paul Harvey.&lt;br /&gt;Let us not forget all the special interest groups and their pressure on the textbook industry.  School boards approve textbooks for local use in most locales, but California has a list of textbooks approved for use by the legislature.  And California is the largest market for textbooks. Who decides what goes into any given text book, and what influences his/her decision?  Read &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The language police&lt;/span&gt;, by Diane Ravitch.  We have it in our collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I say, I'm just stating to do some reading on this, and I’d love to have some feedback. Everyone is invited to head downtown to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;three trees coffee house&lt;/span&gt; at 7pm on June27th to join in the discussion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381124927940781107-4298719295667730176?l=inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/feeds/4298719295667730176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7381124927940781107&amp;postID=4298719295667730176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/4298719295667730176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/4298719295667730176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/2007/06/rant-of-day.html' title='rant of the day'/><author><name>sanderr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447071902880697897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RmdTWR74J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IvqxPbo-Z_M/s200/raspberry+morning.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381124927940781107.post-707526382290897831</id><published>2007-06-06T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:02:38.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jumping on the bandwagon</title><content type='html'>Explaining blog titles seems to be the thing to do.  All right, I'll play your silly game, as a college acquaintance used to say.  So...why “que quiere decir”?  This phrase can be translated a number of ways.  For today, I like “what I mean is…”  With an accent over the first ‘e’, it would be the question “how do you say…?”  I hope to do occasional posting in Spanish, but first I have to figure out how to get this computer to switch to the Spanish keyboard layout. (However, I think the standard library issue software does not include what I need.) Meanwhile, this page will be my virtual soapbox.  Yes, I am succumbing to the lure of the audience.  Now anyone who pauses here will know my opinions, whether they wanted to or not.  Now as to what I really mean........&lt;br /&gt;that's just open to interpretation.......or you could ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381124927940781107-707526382290897831?l=inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/feeds/707526382290897831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7381124927940781107&amp;postID=707526382290897831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/707526382290897831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/707526382290897831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/2007/06/jumping-on-bandwagon.html' title='jumping on the bandwagon'/><author><name>sanderr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447071902880697897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RmdTWR74J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IvqxPbo-Z_M/s200/raspberry+morning.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381124927940781107.post-8487528439110702901</id><published>2007-06-05T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:54:11.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the second time around</title><content type='html'>As I was trying to say, I think it is great that we can learn and play around with this technology on the job. My husband regularly deals with another individual in his profession whom, as he puts it, he has to “pull – kicking and screaming – into the modern world” of computers. I overhear his phone instructions to highlight file names, click and drag items, attach documents to emails, track editing changes, etc. and smile to myself. That could be me in so many areas. It is to be hoped that by the end of this summer, Library 2.0 will have pulled me into the modern world of blogging, wiki-ing, tagging, etc. Or is it? Just because I can do something (in this case keep a blog) doesn’t mean I should. But at least I will know how. Many discussions are going on around the library now about the 2.0 initiative. The most common opinions seem to be “it’s great” and “I don’t know if I want to put myself ‘out there’ for all the world to see.” This puts me in mind of a college class I took on landscape in literature. One assignment was to keep a journal. At the end of the quarter, the instructor collected all the journals and graded them. I was taught that journals or diaries are private affairs, where we practice baring our thoughts (and souls in some cases) to our own eyes. They seem to be less common today than in years past. Now Shakespeare’s statement rings alarmingly true. All the world is a stage. “Everyone” blogs and brags about the number of hits they get. I wonder - have those same bloggers considered applying the popular expression “too much information” to their own pages?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381124927940781107-8487528439110702901?l=inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/feeds/8487528439110702901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7381124927940781107&amp;postID=8487528439110702901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/8487528439110702901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/8487528439110702901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/2007/06/second-time-around.html' title='the second time around'/><author><name>sanderr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447071902880697897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RmdTWR74J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IvqxPbo-Z_M/s200/raspberry+morning.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381124927940781107.post-6232675150161586370</id><published>2007-06-04T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:37:38.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"beginnings are such delicate things"</title><content type='html'>In fact, they are so delicate that I have to take time out to recover from my first major blog error: thinking keyboard shortcuts will work here.  I had several paragraphs composed and tried the ol' Office F7 spell check, only to have everything disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7381124927940781107-6232675150161586370?l=inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/feeds/6232675150161586370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7381124927940781107&amp;postID=6232675150161586370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/6232675150161586370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7381124927940781107/posts/default/6232675150161586370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inotherwords-sanderr.blogspot.com/2007/06/beginnings-are-such-delicate-things.html' title='&quot;beginnings are such delicate things&quot;'/><author><name>sanderr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447071902880697897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zHWc3buc2w/RmdTWR74J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IvqxPbo-Z_M/s200/raspberry+morning.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
