• 14th October
    2014
  • 14

M’colleague:  Just cataloguing the ever-readable, “Cranes & access”…
Me:  Ah yes, good old “Cranes & access”, one of my favourites.
M’colleague: Quite an uplifting read
Me: …

Ummm No

  • 14th October
    2014
  • 14
  • 11th October
    2014
  • 11

Went to a James Rhodes performance today. Amazing pianist as well as a real down to earth guy with an excellent sense of humour. What I really appreciated about this recital was the way he spoke about the pieces and contextualised them for the audience, whether in terms of his own mental health, or that of the composers lives. Great music is great even in a vacuum, without words or context, but that little extra really helps sometimes to connect with what you’re hearing and though I’ve always had time for Chopin, I felt particularly moved today. 

Got a CD signed afterwards too, and dragged my friend over to James Rhodes to explain that without her invite I’d just be too weird and awkward to have gone to his recital. He thanked her for that and explained he would also be too weird and awkward, which was very sweet of him to say. Bloody lovely guy, and brilliant performer.

  • 24th September
    2014
  • 24

bookpatrol:

Ruetemple’s outdoor book spaces

Here are some Russian-made products worthy of importing. Ruetemple is an amazing architectural studio working out of Moscow. Their three book-related projects are each beautifully designed, incredibly functional and fit perfectly in an outdoor environment. They have at times, been placed in parks around Moscow.

See more

via Dwell: Slideshow: 3 Innovative Outdoor Libraries in Russia

  • 24th September
    2014
  • 24
Why do people who love libraries love libraries? - The Ubiquitous Librarian - The Chronicle of Higher Education

When librarians talk about a commons it is almost always about “the stuff in the space” – whereas communities are about “people doing stuff together.” I’m trying to move away from a focus on serving “the user” and instead trying to appreciate that we engage and support a multitude of different people with diverse and different needs. Our libraries are different things to different people. We cannot be everything to everyone, but we can be very good at being some things to many people.

  • 15th September
    2014
  • 15
Radical Librarianship: how ninja librarians are ensuring patrons' electronic privacy

(Source: americanlibraryassoc, via scribblesnorton)

  • 11th September
    2014
  • 11

Why Sharing Jill Scott’s Nudes Is A Violation of Every Black Female Body

theblackcollegian:

image

Go on twitter and type in Jennifer Lawrence. What do you find under photos? Memes about her nudes, jokes about her nudes, even heavily censored copies of her nudes, but what you won’t find, are her nudes. Now type in Jill Scott on twitter. What do you find under photos? Jill Scott’s nudes.

The “Fappening” has been this outbreak of leaked celebrity nudes over the last week or so that is inclusive of Kate Upton, Jennifer Lawrence, and Jill Scott. The outrage behind the leaking of these nude photographs has been tremendous as feminists, and just people in general, have expressed the clear issues of privacy violation that exists by the spreading of the pictures. In particular people have taken to the internet to voice how the issue is a violation of women’s rights, to pass a nude photo of a woman not meant for public consumption around like a trading card. Twitter was quick to snatch off any of the nude photos of Jennifer Lawrence that appeared and suspend the accounts of those sharing it, but I can personally attest to the fact that over 20 hours later, the photos of Jill Scott are still in circulation. There’s no great call to action for those who continue to circulate her photos. Even though Ms. Scott took to twitter herself to point out that one of the photos was not actually her, both of the photos are still in circulation and are being treated as if they are photos of her.

There are two issues personified by the lack of call to action for the protection of Jill Scott’s body. First of all it is a prime example of the racial divide within feminism. While more often than not we stand together as women to protect our rights and freedoms there was a time in the dawn of feminism when it was believed to belong only to white women; because to involve the rights of Black women would jeopardize those of the white. Although we as Black women have integrated into feminism, there does exist this fine invisible line made up of white privilege and the double-edged sword that still makes Black women somewhat of the secondary party in feminism. Situations like this nude photo outbreak highlight where Black women’s protections stand in the realm of feminism…

Read more… (Revolutionary in Pink Pumps)

  • 11th September
    2014
  • 11
How the Oscar Pistorius trial became a mirror on South African society - Court case in which black judge will decide the fate of white man shines light on how far the country has come since apartheid

Judge Thokozile Masipa, a black former journalist once arrested and thrown in prison for taking part in a protest, gazed across the courtroom at witness Tom Wolmarans, a white ex-policeman. Thirty years ago they were on opposite sides of the violent political divide. Today, she embodied the majesty of the law and he addressed her as “Ma’am”.
This was just one of the historical intrigues in the trial of Oscar Pistorius for the murder of Reeva Steenkamp. Before the eyes of millions, a Zulu judge raised in a township presided over two Afrikaner lawyers and a wealthy Afrikaner accused. None was speaking their first language, since South African court hearings are conducted in English. At the end of each day, family members, expert witnesses and lawyers would file out of the wood-panelled courtroom in Pretoria and cleaning staff would file in, a crossroads of class and race.
South Africa itself has been on trial over the past six months. The world has been told of police bungling and dishonesty but been given a rather more flattering picture of the judicial system. It has tried to decide whether this is a case of domestic violence or fear of residential crime – twin demons that torment South Africa. It has seen how much has changed in this country since the end of racial apartheid in 1994, and how much has stayed the same.

Very interesting article by The Guardian.

How the Oscar Pistorius trial became a mirror on South African society - Court case in which black judge will decide the fate of white man shines light on how far the country has come since apartheid

Judge Thokozile Masipa, a black former journalist once arrested and thrown in prison for taking part in a protest, gazed across the courtroom at witness Tom Wolmarans, a white ex-policeman. Thirty years ago they were on opposite sides of the violent political divide. Today, she embodied the majesty of the law and he addressed her as “Ma’am”.

This was just one of the historical intrigues in the trial of Oscar Pistorius for the murder of Reeva Steenkamp. Before the eyes of millions, a Zulu judge raised in a township presided over two Afrikaner lawyers and a wealthy Afrikaner accused. None was speaking their first language, since South African court hearings are conducted in English. At the end of each day, family members, expert witnesses and lawyers would file out of the wood-panelled courtroom in Pretoria and cleaning staff would file in, a crossroads of class and race.

South Africa itself has been on trial over the past six months. The world has been told of police bungling and dishonesty but been given a rather more flattering picture of the judicial system. It has tried to decide whether this is a case of domestic violence or fear of residential crime – twin demons that torment South Africa. It has seen how much has changed in this country since the end of racial apartheid in 1994, and how much has stayed the same.

Very interesting article by The Guardian.

  • 3rd September
    2014
  • 03
  • 29th August
    2014
  • 29

Uh, one night my dog leaned against a wall because his back legs decided that they were done. And those kinds of stories never end well and this one wasn’t going to be different. We put him down the next day.

I’m a writer and that is the first and easiest trick we all have. Uh, it’s true, so it’s not cheap. It happened. Lying is kind of the cheapest trick of all, but still to come out here and lead off with my dog died is uhm, about as courageous as taking a stand against child abuse. But I did it because I want you on my side and I only have 4 minutes.

His name was Captain Applejack because he spent for year in the dog navy and would not be called mister. And anytime a dog owner says, “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” The answer is always Captain Applejack.

I was actually on a deadline so I did what writers do and I compartmentalized. I stuffed it into a box and put it next to the other boxes marked, like, dad issues, and high school crushes and then I got on with my day. Uhm. I write comic books and my career was ending so I wanted to meet my deadlines. My worm had turned in the way that the worm turns for people in popular entertainment. There’s no retirement plan where I come from. There’s just one day people stop calling and the work stops coming. You don’t get hired anymore.

I was launching a book called Hawkeye and if you saw the Avengers movie he was the guy… he was the first archer in the history of cinema to run out of arrows. Which is a very kind of true moment for him. He’s the regular dude in the avengers. And as a kid I always liked him because he was the regular guy. He came from Iowa. I lived in Iowa for God’s sake! It just seemed to make so much sense. He was a bad guy who made good. And he would like, drop his g’s when he spoke and he’d get so wrapped up in his thinking he’d get lost in like their super mansion and stuff. He was very human and he got to be an Avenger and that’s what I liked about him and now it was my chance to write him. This is before the avengers movie come out and they were looking for opportunities to make that cast of heroes a little more visible.

When you work for someone like Marvel it’s a shared universe where everyone is playing with the same toys in this strange imaginative game all at once. And because of the movie and because of a couple of other things, Hawkeye was everywhere as I was supposed to launch my book. And I could sense that there were people that wanted him here and wanted him there: “Well I’ve got him on the moon on Tuesday, and you’ve got him underwater on Wednesday, what is he doing on Thursday?” And that I decided would be my take. My book is what he does on Thursdays when he’s not an Avenger. It’s where he goes… my book was going to be about where he goes to change his pants. It was going to be very slice of life, small ball kind of stories.

It was supposed to last 6 issues and it’d be done. And nobody thought it would do better than that because it has never as a character ever done better than that. It was… and then I’m putting him, you know, in pants in an apartment building it was commercial suicide. But as my career was ending I had nothing to lose and everything to gain by writing books that I would want to read.

But my dog was dead and my first issue wasn’t happening and I wanted to cry and be alone and be sad and grieve and mourn but I had this stupid comic book that I had to write. And I had the ‘what happens’ but I didn’t have what it’s about. I knew in this Hawkeye story we were going to meet him on Thursday afternoon when he’s not an avenger and there’s a neighbor in his building who’s getting kicked out and what Hawkeye is going to do is he’s going to buy the building so she doesn’t get kicked out. Cause he had a bunch of… yeah I know, right? Dynamite, dynamite stuff!

And I came up with these kind of tricks, if I’m going to do this small ball stuff, like, there’s an issue where he just wants to buy tape. There’s an issue where he just wants to hook up his DVR and people keep bugging him. And he’s… so… Like, small things and I came up these different things I was going to do, we’ll tell the stories all out of order, and we’ll do this and that and in a way to kinda keep it compelling… and try to keep it compelling and keep it interesting a little more than just: “This issue Hawkeye buys tape.”

The honest truth was I didn’t care about the building or Hawkeye or the neighbor getting kicked out ‘cause of my dog. And then I pulled out my first trick. And I gave him a dog.

Yeah. So when Captain Applejack was a puppy I found him under a car. And he was so sick and so little and uh… so mangy I didn’t know if he was very young and very sick or very old and about to die. He was wrinkly. So I gave him to Hawkeye. I gave him this beat up mutt who was neglected and ignored. And as I started to kind of write and give him this kind of emotional thing he was connected to, like, the character’s anima appeared. That was it, it wasn’t a hawk it was a dog. And then I got the book. I understood what the book was. I knew what happens. I knew what it was about. And if I couldn’t save Captain Applejack, Hawkeye could save Lucky.

Spoilers, the dog lives.

So I wrote it in a single day. I wrote it… it was a very bad, very sad day, but I wrote it in a day. And it comes out, and the response is impossible to ignore. And I do my very, very best to ignore response at all, at all costs. But a fandom roared, or barked as the case may be, and like we started to immediately get fan art and crafts. While Hawkeye might not have the best sales in the world I’ve met literally everyone reading the book and they were dressed. Uh, but it’s he’s just wearing pants so it’s super easy, it’s pants and bandages. My editor said “People love the dog” so it’s the dog. And this entire corner in my career was turned.

If I said ‘miraculous’ it would actually insult real miracles but I don’t know what else to say. I was on my way out the door but it turned out the door was revolving and I was right back in and my entire life turned around. And everything in my career exploded off of this book. I tried to save my dog, and he saved me.

Matt Fraction (x)

I can’t stop crying.

(via merrilymacabre)

(Source: cappyrogers, via scribblesnorton)