Dreamlike

Last year I bought my very first piece of artwork – a painting. It hangs on the wall in my study where I can look up to it from my desk. I’ve waited a long time for an artist to strike me. I wouldn’t say I’m fussy with artwork, but it needs to really say something to me, connect with me in a powerful way for me to want to commit to a purchase. After all, I’m the one who has to see it everyday in my home.

Strangely enough, my partner bought a painting from the same artist a year earlier. The artist is from South Africa, her name is Katherine Wood.

When I bought my painting, my partner and I were lucky enough to attend the exhibition opening at Red Hill Gallery in Brisbane and met Katherine and her husband. It was fabulous to not only have a conversation with them, but also to discuss her interpretation of the artwork I had chosen to buy and to let her know why I had chosen it and what it will mean to me. Katherine and one of the gallery staff made the observation that my partner and I were part of a minority at the exhibition, that being we were a couple of the young ones there. We took that as a compliment.

I guess you can read into some paintings as you will, but especially with Katherine’s.

The painting I bought is called Dreamlike.

Unfortunately I can’t seem to find an image online and my photo just won’t do it justice.

Dreamlike isn’t big, but just enough for me. She let me know that she usually doesn’t do small paintings, so mine could end up being one of only a few.

I believe that if you want to buy a piece of artwork, you have to commit to it; it needs to be meaningful to you (and if only you then its extra special), and it needs to be a pleasant constant in your everyday life. I absolutely adore my painting. I may not gaze it at everyday, but I do see it and I know it’s there when I need it to remind me of a few things. Those few things of course, are between my painting and I. No one else.

A “slash career”

Just days after I posted my thoughts about the lack of definition the information profession tends to have in the eyes of those …..well, not in the profession, I came across this recent post from the The Bamboo Project that has calmed my nerves a bit.

I am one of those people who can identify with having a “slash career”. Best you grab a read of the post instead of my repeating it all here.

Much like my Mum, many people still like hear the ‘one-liner’, the single thing you do. I also agree with the post saying that for these people, it is hard to accept someone might do different things all at once. I’m that someone. And I’m sure other people in my personal learning network are too. To those people who like to hear a single label, title or few words, describing a few things I do makes me sound like I don’t really know what to do for a career. That’s not true, of course. But I think the biggest challenge I’ll face in the next few years is developing skills and knowledge in the areas I wish to pursue. I feel a rush, a timer ticking, that I must master all the things I wish to excel in all at once. It’s not reasonable for me to achieve this, but I will try. ;)

Since reading this post this morning, I have already purchased and downloaded one of the recommended books to my Kindle.

The inner homemaker

I have too much time to think right now. I seem to have awaken from a trance-like state, some sort of tunnel vision I tend to experience during the university semester, the end goal being to just get through it. I now have sudden urges to get my life back on track, in order, or to make it better somehow. Crazy huh? I thought so at first.  I thought I was the only one.

I spoke with a colleague at work today to whom I revealed I have too much time to think now that the semester is finished. A few weekends ago I blasted my Mozart from the living room as I de-cluttered sections of my home. Last weekend I browsed and started to organise my recipe collection. Over the last couple of weeks I’ve felt a sudden urge to re-think finances and look at properties I know I can’t afford right now, but wouldn’t it be nice? My colleague’s partner who is also studying a post-graduate degree is experiencing similar symptoms. Suddenly the house looks untidy, there’s impulses to straighten things. Small items out of place appear like a pig’s sty.

During the university semester things, or life rather, seems to pass by. It shouldn’t be like that but it is. Everything except study switches to autopilot. My budget ticks over (or falls apart), dinner menus are the same week in, week out, and regular cleaning of my car falls by the way side but I don’t eat in it to make it last between clean outs. So what if the washing isn’t put away straight after its pulled from the line? Some days it seems as long as I can find clean clothes by rummaging through the washing basket, I’m good to go. I’m fine.

I’m going to take this opportunity to bring out my inner homemaker and spend my energies on doing things I don’t get round to during university semesters. This includes perfecting quiche or muffin recipes, de-cluttering each room and getting together a financial plan.

There is of course, other projects I’m continuing with during the break but I’m happy and excited about the extra time for you know, life stuff.

What do we do, really?

We provide access to information. The right information. To the right people. At the right time.

We provide access to knowledge, facilitate knowledge connections and foster knowledge creation.

We find stuff.

We translate stuff.

We help with maximising benefits from information assets.

We enrich people’s lives with the skills needed to navigate networks of information for lifelong learning.

We’re in the business of information.

Maybe this is a view from someone who envisions a career in corporate information or knowledge management, or perhaps even management of research data.

But basically, the above list are just some of the things information professionals do.

What’s missing here is a list of characteristics and skills associated with what is the information profession. How is it defined? Will what we do, the outcomes we produce, a precursor for the skills and attributes we possess? Or is it the other way round? Is a profession defined by skills, with the outcomes that follow?

This hasn’t quite bothered me so much until recently. I know what we do. My peers know what they do. But gone are the days when you could say ‘I’m a librarian’ and people knew exactly what you did for a living.

The way I see it, I just can’t win. I’m passionate about what I do. I’m passionate about what I do for the profession. I like to share what I do and my experiences. I like to share how my peers and the profession contribute to others’ lives. My friends and family though, haven’t got the foggiest. They don’t really understand what I do at work, they don’t understand why I write a blog and contribute to the profession. This really gets me down sometimes, especially when my Mum is lost on how to explain to (or rather brag to) others about what her daughters do. And it’s through no fault of their own at all. I don’t blame them.

At a recent family gathering, despite the grim circumstances, people were gushing about what my sister does. She’ll be a registered nurse by the end of the year. I’m really proud of her. She’s helped an elderly lady eat for the first time in weeks by singing to her; she’s braided an elderly lady’s hair because it was so frizzy, and she was apparently a dynamo in a cardiac ward. No one. Not one person asked what I did. And when I was asked how work was by a family member, following a few short sentences, the conversation was quickly turned to another subject. Either what I do is too complicated or boring.

Introducing myself has been troubling me as well. It’s easy for some, like my partner – ‘Hi, I’m a company accountant’. Me? The only way I’ve found to receive any recognition – you know (?) the light bulb going off look on people’s faces, or any understanding in one sentence is by saying, ‘Hi, I’m a librarian/ researcher’. Which basically means I don’t really know what I do but I do a lot of different things. I say ‘librarian’ and people say ‘Oh, so you’re right into books, hey? Aren’t you becoming redundant because everything is on the internet now?’. So I can’t win there. I can’t say ‘information professional’ because the word ‘professional’ in there somehow means there is no word for what I do. I may work in an archives institution, but I don’t claim to be an archivist. I can’t say ‘I’m in information management’ because that just gets blank looks as well. “Information professional” sounds all well and good in an academic journal, but what about its real word application and its understanding by those who benefit from our skills and services?

Perhaps I’m in a cynical mood tonight.

I am looking forward to the outcomes from today’s Australian Information Education Symposium, held in Adelaide, South Australia, prior to the RAILS (Research Applications in Information and Library Science) conference. A workshop facilitated by one from the Information Systems school at Queensland University of Technology looked at repackaging information education. I was also pleased to see items relating to records management in the program. I know I’m missing some knowledge. I need more systems skills and knowledge. I need to know how systems and IT networks work, the nuts and bolts. There’s no point in knowing the best way to package information if I don’t know the mechanics of how its delivered.

This wasn’t a post about ‘re-branding the profession’. To be honest I’m tired of that conversation, we’re only preaching to the converted anyway.

This wasn’t a post about smashing librarian stereotypes. That too, am tired of that conversation, and I have my opinion which can wait for another post when I’m brave enough to do so.

I’m talking about, or even questioning, what it is that defines this profession. What’s the selling point? What would make people’s light bulb go off at a BBQ? Will this take time as the profession evolves? But seriously, this profession is as old as the hills.

*brainwave*

This profession is misunderstood because it lacks physical artefacts. Nurse = hospital beds, IV lines, assisting doctors. Accountant = crunching balance sheets and budgets, movements on the stock exchange. Librarian = books. But hang on, we’re not in the business of books. If we were, we’d work in a bookstore. Let’s try that one again.

Librarian = information……but where? You can’t touch information if it’s electronic. You can experience information, but that’s not tangible. You can process information, but no artefact comes out of that without the assistance of a system managed by another. There goes our credit due for expert input. See what I’m getting at?

We’re in the business of information. We’re not gatekeepers. We’re the facilitators, the navigators. We’re your next business strategy.

A pleasant afternoon

It was a miserable looking day outside today, but I was quite content with an afternoon of chillin’ on the couch, listening to the rugby on TV, seeking cooking inspiration and collecting recipes.
I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time. I have bits of paper ripped out from magazines, my high school Home Economics recipe book, cookbooks, a lovely recipe book from a relative and scribbled recipes from Mum stuffed in the cupboard above the stove. Having them back under control with some sort of managing system is well overdue.
But life tends to run away, it’s hard to keep up at times.

I went to my favourite recipe website, taste.com.au, and from finding a couple of quiche recipes my browsing quickly expanded to collecting recipes I can make for morning teas…..then searching once again for a recipe management app. I’ve started organising recipes in Evernote on my iPad as I like the flexibility, but I’m open to checking out alternatives.

I may have sat on the couch all afternoon, but my productivity as a little homemaker has made it a pleasant one.