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oooh, homework.
So I'm sitting in the kitchen, doing some reading for my Thursday class, because the kitchen and living room, while technically shared space between me and Roomie, really tend to be left strictly alone by both of us. Or, now that I've taken over the living room for high-volume Dead Zone watching and the kitchen for homework, by Roomie, anyway. In any case, it's generally quiet and Roomie leaves me alone, as I do her, so I can do my homework at the kitchen table with no interruptions generated from outside my own brain.
...Except for the occasional loud burst of music from Roomie's room (the kitchen is bracketed between our bedrooms). And not just any music. Savage Garden. Apparently she is partying like it's 1999. Halfway through the track, she abruptly turns it back down, and there's just a faint babble of what sounds like TV. I go back to my reading. Ten minutes later, another, different Savage Garden song blares out. I sit and stare at the wall. Once again, halfway through the track, it's abruptly turned down.
Anyway. Due South fans! Identify what is wrong (or right) with this sentence that made me laugh out loud in the middle of a fairly dull study about helping engineers effectively use libraries, c.1968.
...the italics, which are in the original, are a lot funnier out of context.
My reading also included a brief discussion of the problem of empirically determining whether a user seeking information finds it "passively" (by consulting his/her own memory) or "actively" (by consulting an external source). This led me to stare out the window for several minutes contemplating whether Johnny Smith would be said to acquire information "passively" or "actively" when he touches someone, and whether it changes if they touch him, and what visiting libraries is like for him. Hi, I'm a big, big dork.
...Except for the occasional loud burst of music from Roomie's room (the kitchen is bracketed between our bedrooms). And not just any music. Savage Garden. Apparently she is partying like it's 1999. Halfway through the track, she abruptly turns it back down, and there's just a faint babble of what sounds like TV. I go back to my reading. Ten minutes later, another, different Savage Garden song blares out. I sit and stare at the wall. Once again, halfway through the track, it's abruptly turned down.
Anyway. Due South fans! Identify what is wrong (or right) with this sentence that made me laugh out loud in the middle of a fairly dull study about helping engineers effectively use libraries, c.1968.
In those intances where this was not the case, the librarian's approach is that the inquirer (a) knows what he wants, (b) knows more than the librarian, and (3) is aware of the search strategies necessary to satisfy his need.
...the italics, which are in the original, are a lot funnier out of context.
My reading also included a brief discussion of the problem of empirically determining whether a user seeking information finds it "passively" (by consulting his/her own memory) or "actively" (by consulting an external source). This led me to stare out the window for several minutes contemplating whether Johnny Smith would be said to acquire information "passively" or "actively" when he touches someone, and whether it changes if they touch him, and what visiting libraries is like for him. Hi, I'm a big, big dork.