Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Best Internet Thing Ever. EVER!
I'm speechless. And so excited! I did a whole shelf in about half an hour last night. Internet? Come here so I can give you a big hug!
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That is soooo cool.
I used an access db, stupid me. wonder if i can migrate it?
I know you can export the data to make a hard file of it; I bet you can import as well.
I just think this is the most amazing thing ever!
geek geek geek
This is porn to a booklover.
-Joke
Yes, yes it *is* like porn. And yes, David, I am a total geek. You wanna make somethin' of it? :-)
But I like Dewey!! (I am such a public librarian--and yes, David, geek geek geek)
Actually, I've never worked with LC, but I have ingrained into my mind "Dewey is good for small collections like yours" (Parker Posey, after organizing her friend's records in Party Girl)
Dewey is lovely in theory, and IMHO structurally beautiful, but LOC has the advantage that you can look up the pre-set numbers. Whereas many books are not already Dewey classified and who has time to create all those Dewey numbers?
I've been searching all over for free cataloging software but I never ran into this. This is wonderful!
as far as i can tell there's no way to import txt/rtf or even xml files. I have close to 700 nonfiction books catalogued in an access db and have NO interest in re-cataloguing. so...until i can migrate what I already have, I think I'll wait on cataloguing my fiction. damn.
Val--I think you can get the guy who runs the site to help you. If you click on Extras, his e-mail address comes up with a message in the Import section. It looks like he's working on it . . . maybe an e-mail would encourage him to speed things along.
OK, now, see? This is the part where you guys make a sharp turn and I just keep going straight.
-Joke, only an Em Bee Ay
You mean you persevered through my waxing lyrical on the beauty of the Dewey structure, but can't hadle some techno-acronyms?
Joke, I think I'm disappointed.
For some reason, now that I know you're an MBA, I can only picture you at Wharton, in a three-piece suit : )
BabBab,
No, you silly girl. You had me totally lost at Dewey. In fact, my eyes glazed over and I walked away looking for an espresso and muttering semi-coherently.
Personally, I'm DAMNED pleased I can write down the number and go to the proper section, find the correct shelf and check out the intended book.
And I only attended "special programs" at Wharton. Which afforded me the singular opportunity to develop an affinity for Abner's Pizza Steak.
-Joke
P.S.(THREE piece suits? In SoFla? You're simply mad, you are.)
Lemme tell you this, as a ref librarian dealing with beginning-of-semester idiocies, *I* am "DAMNED pleased you can write down the number and go to the proper section, find the correct shelf and check out the intended book."
We LOVE library patrons like you.
BabBab (and, what-the-Hell, Gina, too),
I'm a-tell you a story.
We moved down to SoFla when I was eleven. I was never used to summers where it rained ALL THE DAMNED time; so, almost every day of my summer vacations from ages 11 through 16 (by which point I had discovered girls AND could operate a motor vehicle in pursuit of same) I spent at the library.
My parents' house was/is all of a 10 min. bike sprint from the library so I saw that as a no-brainer. Literally, opening to lunch, back from lunch until closing. Every day it rained or threatened to, I hopped on my old Raleigh Chopper (donning a poncho as needed), and off I went.
I read up on a tremendous array of things. Travel, magic, music, histories of assorted countries, politics, economics, cooking, photography, cars, sports, humor, film, biographies, painting, sculpture, obscure tomes printed by the gummint, old newsmagazines, old Esquire magazines, fauna & flora, cooking and all that...I went through the whole inventory like a leveling wind.
I still get to the library quite often (once a week or so), either to read up on something to decide if it merits a purchase, or to read a book by someone whom I'd rather not enrich with my money*.
I love the smell of old books and, you can ask my poor wife, I get all bent out of shape when someone mentions the burning of the library at Alexandria.
I love the library. Any place that will lovingly store, and make available to me, the bound 1937 issues of Esquire or the collected works of Bastiat is a haven for all that is good and civilized.
In fact, I'm such a good library patron, I have NEVER needed to ask for any help beyond checking out books.
And don't get me started on library sidewalk sales.
-Joke, who thinks reading makes crack addiction look like a craving for something salty
* Hell, I read those books there. I won't even check them out, lest the library buy extra copies.
When I am asked about my book addiction(s) I often respond with, "It could be worse. I could be a heroin addict."
That generally shuts up my MIL.
I managed to get a link to Powells.com (AFAIK, the best online used bookstore and made off with $78 worth of used books. At an average of $3/book. I fear my mailman will have his vas deferens hanging out his nose when he tries to deliver this.
-Joke, bibliophilically promiscuous
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