Slow

Hmmmm........... In praise of Slow.....

"These days, many of us live in fast forward – and pay a heavy price for it. Our work, health and relationships suffer. Over-stimulated, over-scheduled and overwrought, we struggle to relax, to enjoy things properly, to spend time with family and friends. The Slow movement offers a lifeline. It is not a Luddite plot to abolish all things modern. You don’t have to shun technology, live in the wilderness or do everything at a snail’s pace. Being “Slow” means living better in the hectic modern world by striking a balance between fast and slow. In Praise of Slow is the first handbook for the emerging Slow movement. Through a blend of anecdote, reportage, first-hand experience, history and intellectual inquiry, it explains how the world got so fast and why slowing down can pay dividends in every walk of life. Wherever you go, whatever you do, the message is the same: slower is often better."
Carl Honoré

Ekstrem forvandling

Altfor laaaaang, men kjempeinteressant referat fra OCLC (Online Computer Library Center) symposium om ekstrem forvandling av bibliotekenes innhold og rolle og merkevarebygging av Det Nye Biblioteket:
20060120 OCLC Symposium: Extreme Makeover - Rebranding an Industry
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sjekk denne til Espen Andersen.

Librarian Avengers

Vært på lenkereise! Fant lenke til kul blogg via lenke til The Shifted librarian på siden til Plinius.
Librarian Avengers - Why you should fall to your knees and worship a librarian...
Bla.a. fordi :
"People become librarians because they know too much. Their knowledge extends beyond mere categories. They cannot be confined to disciplines. Librarians are all-knowing and all-seeing. They bring order to chaos. They bring wisdom and culture to the masses. They preserve every aspect of human knowledge. Librarians rule. And they will kick the crap out of anyone who says otherwise".
Bra!!!

Stop all the clocks

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden (21.februar 1907- 29.september 1973)

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Lys i tunnelen?

Godt nytt år 2006...lys i tunnelen?