It’s National Libraries Day in the UK and while I think about what this means to me, I also think about the fabulous friends I met in a library (The University of Sydney Library to be precise) and all the other wonderful librarians and library workers I know.
National Libraries Day is particularly important (and Happy National Libraries Day is trending on twitter right now! Here’s hoping those people also visit their local library today) in the UK as nearly 400 libraries are threatened with closure. I guess knowledge and learning are soft targets in these lean economic times, so very short sighted… I know I’m preaching to the converted, but there are so many reasons for public libraries!
I’m off to the library to use it and show my support (I will also shamlessley pick up a bit of trash err respectable and intelligent fiction for my train journey)!
Happy Libraries Day 2012!
c. 1955 Photograph: Keystone/Getty Images
Lancaster friend xx
So, my contract at The University of Salford Library has come to an end. I have been meaning to write this for some time and now my time there is done…. It’s been such a great place to work I almost feel like I’ve always been there. Great people, great innovative library service pushing boundaries wherever it can, generally doing great things (RFID, MediaCityUK library, a great institutional repository and open access mandate with the high profile backing of the VC, Martin Hall).
The road to MediaCityUK
My role at The Library was Metadata and Repository Officer. Basically working with USIR the institutional repository of the University of Salford and cataloguing for the library.
For Open Access Week 2011 in October we ran a series of drop-in sessions at the three campuses and my morning session at MediaCityUK was my first trip down to the Quays. The University building is fantastic and the library a real student space with tables ideal for group work and no real staff to speak of. There were students filming and recording everywhere I looked while I was there, on the stairs in the computer labs. They even have those cool interactive touch tables (I hope you can play pacman on these, using them for serious student stuff just seems wrong).
I may have been there for Open Access Week 2011 but it was all about Dr Who (he must have been hiding from the Daleks in the Tardis when I was there…)
The University campus is full of green space and backs onto the fantastic Peel Park for casual lunchtime strolls, and organised biodiversity walks.
What lies in lawns
Flowers and leaves and green - oh my!
The most fun on campus has been hunting for stencil art, which through the summer months kept me occupied on non-rainy lunchtimes. These are some of my finds (I just wish I had a QR reader…)
A QR code in the hand, is worth...
So, goodbye Salford University Library. Thanks for being tops!!
Lancaster friend xx
There are some things that should never be mentioned out aloud to those we love and trust, and who love and trust us, for fear of those things being taken seriously; actioned and enacted before the lovers and trusters can be set right.
One thing that I myself should probably never have allowed to bubble to the surface of my spoken thoughts was Cake For Dinner Day. Heck, I just suggested it because I didn’t feel like cooking that night and, so it seemed, neither did my love/trustee (let’s call him L/Tee). For those who may not know, Paris is a cake lovers wonderland and as cake eaters*, L/Tee and I were already hard pressed not to enliven most of our daily meals with gateaux, moelleux, tarte aux this and thats, pain au chocolats and all of the other buttery golden and icing sugar-dusted wonderments of patisserrie windowland. Therefore, because we are super lazy and easily distracted by shiney lolly food, we caved and each chose a bakery to select the cakes of our couers. For dinner!
Anyways, short story long, here I post the pictures of our dinner that day, so that they may endure for eternity.
*I should mention that although, yes, I have eaten gateau in Paris, I have never eaten as much cake at once as I did on C for D. D. I suffered quite badly for my greed** and although now not immune to cakes’ many charms, I certainly learned a good lesson about mixing my cakes, and when to stop eating them. I hope it is a lesson I remember next year on C for D D. Fingers crossed!
**There may have been some sweet white wine. I think I may actually need a year before I can think of that combo again without queezines.
This blog is currently in beta release while 3 far-flung friends decide how it’s all going to come together.
It should be fun working on this between Sydney, Australia, Paris, France & Lancaster, UK.
In the meantime I am expressive dancing to this fine tune