So I know it’s not Tuesday, but my SLAIS colleagues and I are discovering more and more librarian birthdays in December all the time, and we’re wondering if it’s some kind of trend - are winter babies more likely to go into the information professions? Reblog with your birth month!
April! (Not a winter baby, sorry!)
July! About as far away from winter as you can get ;)
Thermidor!August! Also not winter.
Another vote for July.
"Miss Mary Moody Emerson lived in her shroud. She had stitched it all herself, and when death refused to come she had put it on as a nightgown, then as a day-gown. She was even seen on horseback once, in Concord, cantering through the village street, attired for the grave, with a scarlet shawl thrown about her shoulders.
Miss Emerson was the daughter of the former minister of Concord, who had died in the Revolution. She was a dwarf, four feet three inches tall, with a bold, pinkish face, a blue flash in her eyes, and yellow hair cropped close under a mobcap. She was short and erect as an adder about to strike. As an infant she had beheld from a window of the Manse the maneuvres of the minute-men in the meadow by the bridge; but she had been left an orphan early, and for half a century now she had drifted about the back-country of Maine and Massachusetts, drifted from one rustic boarding-house to another, shaking her finger, for she was an autocrat and a prophetess and as fiery as the pit."
from The Life of Emerson, by Van Wyck Brooks, page 1
This Lie-Detecting Throat Tattoo is Google’s Creepiest Patent Yet
Google’s Motorola division makes phones. People make calls on those phones. And now that mobile has eaten the world, they often reach out to business associates and loved ones in noisy situations like “large stadiums, busy streets, restaurants, and emergency situations.” Which makes it harder to communicate.
Thankfully, then, Google has patented a new possible solution to the age old problem of talking with each in loud places: “Communication can be reasonably improved” by the application of an electronic throat tattoo, which could dampen “acoustic noise.”
Sounds reasonable! Just look at the guy in the patent drawing. He’s happy! Who wouldn’t want a neck tattoo that provides “auxillary voice input to a mobile communication device”?
Read more. [Image: USPTO]
We’re all going to have to start making some arguments in favor of lying and anger and privacy and secrets because the arguments against all of those things are too sound and technology is catching us and the truth is we really need all of that to survive. And by we’re going to have to make these arguments, I mean you have to because my generation doesn’t do much outside complain. That’s another right we need to maintain; write that one up, too.
The half of Dave Eggers’ The Circle I read was all about A Technology Giant making its arguments against lying and anger and privacy and secrets. I stopped reading during the conversation about secrets because the general feeling I’d been getting (that it was all an attempt to frighten us about this outlook without actually giving effective arguments in favor of secrets and lies and privacy) became more acute. Maybe the good counterarguments were at the end of the book.
"What’s on the cover?
"That mysterious image is the almighty cabbage! Did you know that all over the world, people eat as much cabbage as they do potatoes? As part of the cruciferous family of vegetables that includes cauliflower, broccoli, and brussels sprouts, cabbage has huge nutritional benefits!”
Leaving aside the gee-whiz tone, I guess what worries me is that they felt this description was necessary. Are there whole sectors of the college-aged population that would find themselves dismayed, distressed, and/or seeking answers about the above photo?
AMONG WOLVES by Gordon Haber
AMONG PENGUINS by Noah K. Strycker
This dude’s work is always solid, but this is just beautiful.
“A steam leak in a mechanical room in [REDACTED] set off the fire alarm system this afternoon — twice. The second time, that circuit was disabled so that the alarm would not go off again.”
Don’t you get it? That’s what the fire wants!
"I never see the after the credits things. That’s because I only watch bootlegs. I don’t mind if it focuses in and out or shakes a little, because I hate people. But sometimes I want to see the after the credits scenes people all talk about."
Dick Francis’s Refusal
Presumed contents include: “What, another slice of meatloaf? No, ah, no thank you.”