I've been thinking recently about RFID in libraries and have had some interesting ideas. Radio frequency chips inserted into books would make life so much easier for library staff charged with the task of yearly summer stock-taking. Inventory would be accomplished more efficiently and effectively.
And yet, as I delved deeper into this mystery, things began to take a more sinister turn. It turns out that anyone can get hold of an RFID scanner, so when you leave the library with all your books in your bag anyone with said scanner can pull up details of your reading habits in seconds. If they felt so inclined. Airports too could use the same method when you travel. The answer is simple according to some: make sure that the RFID chip contains no bibliographic data. Easier said than done when a library catalogue is on open access and is, quite rightly, available to check against scanned barcodes. On their own they would be meaningless, but it is fairly easy to find the bibliographic detail with a little detective work.
So Sherlock, what's the answer? Encryption would be a good start. Perhaps another idea would be to forego the convenience RFID brings in terms of inventory control in order to fully safeguard the privacy rights of our readers.
When one looks at the new technology in the light of passports and even human ingestion of chips, a new picture emerges of people viewed as things and the monitoring and tracking of humans themselves. The old adage goes, if you have nothing to hide then why are you worried?
I would answer that, as I have not acted out of turn, please leave me my thoughts and let me keep my movements to myself. Perhaps 2007 is the new 1984. Let's hope not.
Wednesday, 7 November 2007
Monday, 5 November 2007
Theoretical musings
I have just returned from lunch and feel an inexplicable desire to blog. I’m currently reading a set text about organisational behaviour for my library MSc and found myself on the slightly more familiar territory of postmodernism. I was reading more about the concept that language is used in subtle and powerful ways to construct a supposed ‘reality’ that we then find ourselves subsumed by. I started to deconstruct my personal assumptions, the statements made daily by the press or television news crews, the assumptions presented as hard fact. When we begin to pick away at these assumptions, to challenge their substance, often we are left with a different picture of instability and the feeling that nothing we thought was real actually is.
Perhaps that is why the majority of us are not really comfortable with postmodernism. The concept appears something of a problem child, rearing its head and shouting for us to take notice. It is slippery; ironically, the theory which seeks to undermine reality as it is constructed in doing so leaves us with no reality at all. Maybe that is why deconstruction seems very dark to me, marking the end of the known real-ness of the world and replacing it with a horrific picture of what is really there, chaos and anarchy. Of course, the discipline itself forbids this, arguing that nothing is constant, all is shifting constantly, that even the process of observation changes that which is observed. Indeed, a plethora of different realities could indeed exist simultaneously in the mind of differing individuals,
All this theorizing got me to thinking about Egypt, about the real-ness of our perceptions of the country or otherwise. Postmodernism dictates that, as language constructs our vision of reality, the rise of capitalism has also given meaning to symbols to such an extent that the symbol itself becomes more important than the object itself. Think, for example, about a coca-cola bottle. Is it the drink that’s attractive, or the symbol it holds? Many mineral water drinkers believe in a healthier lifestyle and publicly fund a brand accordingly. This condition is referred to as hyperreality.
When we drove through Cairo, the scenes that I saw reminded me of Channel 4 news. It was only after several days that the aliation wore off and I began to contextualise what I was seeing. The extent to which we are in the West conditioned by the media is extremely worrying.
Lying under a blanket of stars in the white desert, I saw myself from outside and looked at our camp as I would have done a week earlier, and I saw strangers. Four English white strangers and one guide, impossibly colourful rugs and blankets, and a desert that looked more arctic than sandy. I took preconceptions with me into the desert and the desert wiped me clean, like an old blackboard wiped and waiting for more knowledge.
We cannot help it; we are bombarded by media images everywhere we look. Perhaps the key is to remember to always deconstruct, to question, and to ask ourselves whose interests are served by the assumptions being made, even though this may at times be the hardest thing in the world.
Perhaps that is why the majority of us are not really comfortable with postmodernism. The concept appears something of a problem child, rearing its head and shouting for us to take notice. It is slippery; ironically, the theory which seeks to undermine reality as it is constructed in doing so leaves us with no reality at all. Maybe that is why deconstruction seems very dark to me, marking the end of the known real-ness of the world and replacing it with a horrific picture of what is really there, chaos and anarchy. Of course, the discipline itself forbids this, arguing that nothing is constant, all is shifting constantly, that even the process of observation changes that which is observed. Indeed, a plethora of different realities could indeed exist simultaneously in the mind of differing individuals,
All this theorizing got me to thinking about Egypt, about the real-ness of our perceptions of the country or otherwise. Postmodernism dictates that, as language constructs our vision of reality, the rise of capitalism has also given meaning to symbols to such an extent that the symbol itself becomes more important than the object itself. Think, for example, about a coca-cola bottle. Is it the drink that’s attractive, or the symbol it holds? Many mineral water drinkers believe in a healthier lifestyle and publicly fund a brand accordingly. This condition is referred to as hyperreality.
When we drove through Cairo, the scenes that I saw reminded me of Channel 4 news. It was only after several days that the aliation wore off and I began to contextualise what I was seeing. The extent to which we are in the West conditioned by the media is extremely worrying.
Lying under a blanket of stars in the white desert, I saw myself from outside and looked at our camp as I would have done a week earlier, and I saw strangers. Four English white strangers and one guide, impossibly colourful rugs and blankets, and a desert that looked more arctic than sandy. I took preconceptions with me into the desert and the desert wiped me clean, like an old blackboard wiped and waiting for more knowledge.
We cannot help it; we are bombarded by media images everywhere we look. Perhaps the key is to remember to always deconstruct, to question, and to ask ourselves whose interests are served by the assumptions being made, even though this may at times be the hardest thing in the world.
Thursday, 19 July 2007
If I was a rich girl...
I'd buy one of these:
http://www.nobodyandco.it/
Go to bibliochaise in the products section.
Or perhaps an entire lounge set!
http://www.nobodyandco.it/
Go to bibliochaise in the products section.
Or perhaps an entire lounge set!
Monday, 16 July 2007
Weekend in Suffolk.
Well I have recently experienced one of the best weekends of my life. In Suffolk. There is so much to do there!
On Saturday morning, my first stop was Orford Ness. After getting a boat across to the land, I spent over four hours exploring this truly fascinating place. The flat lands, silt banks and bright blue sky all conjoined to create a very eerie atmosphere as I explored disused navigation towers and labs. I would recommend this National Trust site to anyone with an interest in the bizzare. What was most fascinating of all is that nature is beginning to reclaim the land. Weeds and flowers are shooting up in the unlikliest of places as the site is brought back towards its natural state.
As I was in Orford at the time, it seemed a little silly not to also visit Orford castle. Orford Castle was built in the twelfth century under the orders of Henry II in order to regain some authority over the barons of East Anglia.
I would recommmend asking for a free audio guide, as it provides indispensible information on the function and use of the spaces in the castle. It is mostly narrated by a male voice claiming to be the Chaplain of long ago, a definite treat!
After spending the night at a deliciously good b & b, I headed earnestly over to Halesworth on Sunday morning to visit some llamas, goats, alpacas and camels. To round off the day, I stopped off at an owl sanctuary, where I was lucky enough to see a flight display. Very impressive!
All in all, a great weekend. Suffolk is definitely the place to be for good days out!
On Saturday morning, my first stop was Orford Ness. After getting a boat across to the land, I spent over four hours exploring this truly fascinating place. The flat lands, silt banks and bright blue sky all conjoined to create a very eerie atmosphere as I explored disused navigation towers and labs. I would recommend this National Trust site to anyone with an interest in the bizzare. What was most fascinating of all is that nature is beginning to reclaim the land. Weeds and flowers are shooting up in the unlikliest of places as the site is brought back towards its natural state.
As I was in Orford at the time, it seemed a little silly not to also visit Orford castle. Orford Castle was built in the twelfth century under the orders of Henry II in order to regain some authority over the barons of East Anglia.
I would recommmend asking for a free audio guide, as it provides indispensible information on the function and use of the spaces in the castle. It is mostly narrated by a male voice claiming to be the Chaplain of long ago, a definite treat!
After spending the night at a deliciously good b & b, I headed earnestly over to Halesworth on Sunday morning to visit some llamas, goats, alpacas and camels. To round off the day, I stopped off at an owl sanctuary, where I was lucky enough to see a flight display. Very impressive!
All in all, a great weekend. Suffolk is definitely the place to be for good days out!
Friday, 13 July 2007
Current reads.
At the moment I am reading Fingersmith, by Sarah Waters. The novel captures a real sense of period and the tone is perfect throughout. The plot rips through London and the country, encopassing elements so familiar to the gothic genre such as mental institutions and identity theft. I have almost finished and am savouring the last few chapters; I love that feeling just before you finish a novel! Very reminiscent of Wilkie Collins. A definitely good read.
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