Thursday, May 28, 2009

Save Dewey

One of the cornerstones of American culture — a tradition unrivaled by most accounts — is under attack.
That’s right — I’m talking about the Dewey Decimal Classification system.
Old Melvil must be spinning in his grave.
Citing a “Customers First” movement to simplify life for its patrons, Perl Mack Library, nestled away in the Sherrelwood neighborhood of northwestern Denver, is ditching the standby method for hunting down what you want in favor of a “word-based cataloging system.”
The need for this new way, compared to how books might be organized in a retail store, completely escapes me.
Are there enough people who didn’t pay attention in elementary school during library orientation to justify the abandonment of the closest we’ll ever get to a perfect method for organizing books by category, discipline, author and more?
Let’s ignore the fact that every library worth its salt not only lists the Dewey decimal range at the beginning of each row of books, but it also gives hints as to what one might find. Germanic languages? You want 033. Metaphysics? That’s 110. Looking for Ephemerides? They’re still collecting dust over in 528.
My favorite section as a youngster? They used to keep the Hunter S. Thompson over in 813 (American fiction), but nowadays it’s stored in 070.92 (News media, journalism and publishing).
And don’t tell me there’s no room for growth! 040 to 049 is still unassigned, as are dozens of other numerical spots within the system.
This is a uniquely and profoundly simple system — flexible, nearly limitless and able to take anything you or I could possibly know and codify its place in this world.

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Monday, May 25, 2009

Why we remember

I hesitate somewhat to even mention this, but it has nagged at my mind too long this holiday weekend to not opine:
Memorial Day is for the commemoration of the American men and women who died in the military service, including U.S. casualties of any military action.
We pause on this day to honor their service to this nation.
And while it's a shame that it is no longer observed on each May 30 (as it originally was intended), it is a brilliant reminder each year — as much of modern American life becomes further and further removed from the notions of self-sacrifice and service of one's country — that some paid the ultimate price for this nation, its security and its interests.
While it is more than worthy to pay tribute to our living veterans, this is not their day. They are joining those of us outside of the service in remembering their fallen brothers and sisters.
While it is certainly important to remember the tragedy of the Sept. 11, 2001 terror attacks, this day was not meant as a catchall observation of all lives lost.
Far be it for me to suggest anyone taking the time to do either of these things on the last Monday in May is doing so incorrectly, but I think it's worth a reminder that today means something very specific, and as the son of one veteran and grandson to two others, it should not be overlooked.

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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

My seat's been empty


One of the aspects of my life that I'm less proud of is this:
I have not seen a movie in theaters since July 2008. I was out to see "The Dark Knight" on opening weekend (not my brightest idea ever), and my wife was suffering from a then-undiagnosed case of double pneumonia (She did her best not to cough through the whole film, I tried my best to not be a butthead about dragging her out to the theater). The film itself was underwhelming despite great visuals, great sound effects, good directing and a truly Oscar-caliber performance from Heath Ledger.
But I don't think that's what scared me off from the cinema.
If anything, I abhor watching a film for the first time on DVD or any other format other than a gigantic screen in a darkened theater. It's hard to explain and yet quite cliché, but NOTHING compares to seeing a film at the theater.
But I can't bring myself to shell out the kind of money they charge to enter the theater and enjoy the show; by all means, in my heart I think it's worth it — but my head says otherwise.
I have yet to find a great theater that shows a good variety of new releases each week within 20 minutes of my house. The whole reason to go out is to have THE MOVIE EXPERIENCE, and some rinky-dink multiplex that was put together with the same amount of love and care as a last-minute term paper DOES NOT provide said experience.
That's truly the first and last issue that keeps me periodically picking up a year-old, used DVD to catch up on what the artists of the moving image have produced. It's truly a shame.
You can say my seat's been empty, but I contend that the seat in that great moviehouse doesn't exist yet -- at least not within a drive shorter than the lengthy procession of trailers and commercials before the feature.

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