Why,
as a certified disdainer of BSIRS
(Bonds-salary-inflation-ruined-sport), do I include the screenshot to
the left? Because that is Galileo science teacher and season
ticket-holding David Barrios
caught in the initial moment of his new extra-curricular career,
Giant Blogger. So here’s to you DB - a first and slight attempt at
getting you readers. Note please the posting below the swing-by-swing
commentary, the Misfit Mentor.
So we have a science teacher who likes to write? And who uses IM
nonchalantly? And who grokked Net News Wire’s superior WYIWYG
interface and the concept of XML feeds and aggregation in about three
seconds? This bodes well for the summer training session.
David provided one of several bright spots on a Friday framed by a
major disaster. The Follett library database got wiped. Some server guy
downtown was fiddling around with a reconfiguration. Did he notify
anyone of same fiddling? Nooooooo. I’m going through all the Kubler
Ross stages. Anger doesn’t do the first justice. Then there’s denial,
which still lingers. (Comon’ geeks, don’t tell me the Faircom Server
has to be shut down to dump back ups to the tape drive. I mean, who
even knows what that means, huh? I’m just a bookish, tech-dumb
librarian person.) Guilt is in there somewhere I’m told and I have to
take on some of that. Seems I was supposed to be doing manual back ups
to CD regularly. Who knew? Well, I kind of knew, but never actually did them at
MLK unless the server gods warned me of impending meddling. I found out later that the previous Gal librarian didn’t do any last
year either. Date of last full back up: 2002.
Oy.
I sat in uncharacteristic silence and stared at the office wall
for an hour. Then I
moved heavy furniture around a main room suddenly crowded with the renovation’s new
bookshelves. Later, I vented wrath with my department’s chair,
George, who happily suggested that this just might be an opportunity to
dump Follett and get a decent, interoperable online library management
system started at Gal. Hehe. Leave it to George to look on the bright
side of disaster. What the hell. Some of this smacks of that scene in
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, where the bicycle salesman
shoulders the sheriff away to announce “The horse is dead!” It’s
a foreshadowing, a first inchoate suggestion that books are dead.
In the middle of all that, a delegation from the SF Chinese consulate
education department arrived, accompanied by the principal of one of our
feeder middle schools and the district ass’t. sup for high schools.
Mindy Chiang toured them through the online collaboration she’s
managing with our Shanghai sister schools. Most impressed they were. We
may have some staff in Shanghai this summer for face to face follow up
on our recent experiments.
Then Amy Leach, my teaching partner of a decade ago, stopped by for a
library tour and a TGIF at Shanghai Kelly’s. We tried
to steal some wifi bandwidth to check out David’s baseball blogging,
but Kelly’s is in a dead zone. (Comon’ Joel, get the Bluetooth phone
thing happening.) It appears that this Friday scene is established. Not
only did Sean the bartender introduce himself to me, but he bought me a
beer. And then - the final icing on the community building cake -
Margaret Chiu, Gal’s principal, joined us.
I think we need a school T shirt: “Galileo Academy: If you’re not laughing, you’re probably not learning.”