ARCIMBOLDO, Giuseppe
(b. ca. 1530, Milano, d. 1593, Milano)
The Librarian
c. 1566
Oil on canvas, 97 x 71 cm
Skoklosters Slott, BÃ¥lsta (Stockholm)
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Intrepid Informationists
ARCIMBOLDO, Giuseppe
(b. ca. 1530, Milano, d. 1593, Milano)
The Librarian
c. 1566
Oil on canvas, 97 x 71 cm
Skoklosters Slott, BÃ¥lsta (Stockholm)
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Today I animated a vector image of a woman singing for an educational flash animation illustrating the difference between the larynx (humans) and the syrinx (birds).
What did you do at work today?
In my travels, I discovered that WikiCommons has a nice-if-random collection of GNU public licenced images, which led to a debate with Cow-Orker Rafe on the proper pronunciation of the word “Gnu”. Turns out we were both right. Geeks pronounce the operating system “G-noo”, and English majors pronounce the wildebeesty “Noo”.
Noo! Noo!
One of my role models when I was a baby geek was Kim from the comic strip Doonesbury. She coded nude, geeked out, talked in binary, and awed all in her path. Now her daughter Alex is coming to Cornell. Girl can crash at my place anytime. We’ve got wireless. If she wants, I can introduce her to other local fictional characters in town, like Stephen Titus George from Fool on the Hill.
Humbert Humbert, however, can just stay the hell away.
Dear Deer,
You may not remember me, but we met one evening after dinner. You had hopped into my backyard and were chewing on my rhododendrons. I had stepped outside to refill the bird feeder when our eyes met. I’ve always admired your grace and fortitude. Your ability to leap tall fences and survive harsh weather leaves me without doubt that you are a strong, adaptable animal.
Which brings me to the subject of the 45 tulips that were recently growing in front of my house. I don’t mean to imply that you are responsible for their recent disappearance, but the circumstances give me cause for concern. These tulips were from the Netherlands, brought to me as a gift, carted by hand through customs in an overloaded carry-on. Every day I looked to see how tall they had gotten. As they grew, I sprayed them with liquid capsaicin to make their leaves unpleasant tasting, not because I don’t trust you (because I do, deer) but to prevent any accidents. I didn’t want you to mistake my tulips for, say, the salad bar at Applebee’s.
This morning I woke to discover that all of the tulips had been eaten. Someone (and I don’t necessarily mean you, deer) had chewed them to the ground. If it’s not too much trouble, I wonder if you could describe for me your whereabouts during this event? I happened to notice some unusual footprints in the mud, a product of the rain which also washed off my pepper spray. They look cloven.
Would you mind clearing this incident up? I hate to bother you, but as you can see, the evidence is troubling.
Sincerely yours,
Erica
I did a talk at a convention in Detroit a few weeks ago in which I encouraged people to become librarians. I started out with this quiz. Now it’s your turn.
Am I Geeky enough to be a Librarian? |
Yes | No |
1. I enjoy acronyms. | ||
2. I own a cat. | ||
3. When confronted with a pile of books I think “Hmm…first I would sort by author, then by title? | ||
4. I am obsessive enough to appreciate the difference between 345.065 and 345.605. | ||
5. I possess a useless undergraduate degree. | ||
6. Being surrounded by books makes me lather with delight. | ||
7. The idea of someone preventing me from reading Orwell because they don’t like it strikes me as Orwellian. | ||
8. I am comfortable with the Internets. | ||
9. If my house caught on fire, one of the things I would grab is my favorite book. | ||
10. I possess a useless graduate degree. | ||
11. I can daisy-chain a herd of Ubuntu boxes faster than you can say FreeBSD. | ||
12. These kids today. I swear. If they would just read a damn book once in awhile, they wouldn’t be blowing each other up so much. | ||
13. I could find out the middle name of your high school boyfriend with just ten minutes on the Internet. | ||
14. I could find out the first line of A Tale of Two Cities with just ten seconds on the Internet. | ||
15. I know the first line of A Tale of Two Cities. | ||
16. I am a disenfranchised intellectual. | ||
17. The idea of arming the public with knowledge appeals to me more than, say, arming them with pitchforks and torches. | ||
18. I would rather do something cool than get rich. | ||
19. I possess a useless doctoral degree. | ||
20. I can say “Colon classification” without laughing. |
15-20 = Quit your job immediately! Grab the nearest child and teach him to read! Oh, and start stocking up on acid-free paper.
It’s 4 am and I’ve got some sort of low-grade headcold. I can’t sleep. The only advantage to being awake in my house at 4am is the cat is so! happy! to see me! He’s overcome his usual aloofness and has wrapped himself around my neck.
We’re back from Austin, where much fun was had. SXSWi was twice the size as last year, which means it lost some of its outsider geek charm, but it made up for it with better programming, better planning, and a greater number of women both presenting and attending. There were actually lines in the women’s bathrooms this year, which I choose to see as an indication of a brand new influx of women in the I.T. professions.
Achoo. Ok, the cat is now upside down and dragging himself along the underside of the couch like a furry rock climber. It’s zero degrees outside and I have to go to work tomorrow whether I want to or not. People wear parkas here. Here’s some links.
Sheldon is a great webcomic about a 10-year-old dot com billionaire. I met Dave the author at one of the many social functions which have now blurred together in my sleep-deprived brain. I recall him being very funny. So’s his comic, so check it out. Start a few weeks back so you’ll catch up with the whole Zod thing.
There was a good dragon this year. Every year Cornell students build, parade, and burn a huge dragon. Dragon Day is a tradition, dammit. A century-old tradition that only makes the campus police slightly nervous. They skipped the riot gear this year, to the relief of all. Also, a giant rabbit was involved. I can’t believe I spent the last week complaining that nothing happens in Ithaca.
This is broken is a bad interface blog. It’s just like hanging out with an interface designer, except without the annoying tendency to critique interfaces while others are trying to enjoy themselves. Sorry friends and family. (yoinked from sivacracy)
Finally, you’ve been reading 50 Books haven’t you? Well why not? What, you don’t like books?
I’m the only person in the world who dumpster-dives Martha Stewart Living.