"You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive."
This is not an old guard v. new guard thing -- it's not a left v. right thing. It is a past v. future thing. Are you going to want to have libraries in 50 years?
Yes is the answer you're looking for.
So let's get a few things straight. Or just skip this post. You already know all this. Or you've already heard too much of this elsewhere. Or whatever.
. We're going to have to reach out and get involved with new media. You're going to have to embrace the MySpaces and what-comes-next. We're going to have to make ourselves a bit uncomfie if we want to be picked up and tracked-back by the next set of upcoming.
. Long-term administrators, particularly
. Pick up a goddamn .mp3 player and use it. Put some songs or lectures on it. Learn it. Now.
. Listen to the whole question before you give
. Pick up a phone gizmo and learn to text message with it. I don't expect us to get all ketai krazy, but take a photo now and then. Download a ringtone. See what the hell it is that you're trying to ban, please.
. Put something, anything, on your faculty web page. Just show me you know the web exists.
. We've got to "think different", quick now, about library programs. The Friends of the Library are awesome. But fewer scones. More Mountain Dew, and make this happen yesterday. Inter-generational dialogue: make that happen too. Exploit the young to teach the old.
. Buy DVDs of television shows that come on networks other than PBS, sometimes.
. Get some graphic novels. Get some gaming books. Invest in manga and anime like you give a shit about your YA patrons.
. Ask artists and storytellers and knitters and woodcarvers and quilters and scrapbookers to set up shop on Saturdays. Give them nice things to eat. Introduce them to folks.
. Use volunteers like they're going out of style, because they're going out of style.
. Do more. Do better. And you 2.0 next-gen post-yuppie tattooed librarians who think you're already all that? Rest on your new laurels at your peril: you will become Vogons shortly unless you start sweating harder.
Who's reading this, anyway?
"Your scarf it was apricot."
I say these things with love in my heart and blood on my chin.
That's all. Back to work.