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Category: Autobiography

What do I want to learn in 2017?

This is the final of three related blog posts to start the year, all reflecting on where I am professionally and what lies ahead. The first post, How did I end up here?, talks about how I became an archivist; the second, What have I learned?, tries to sum up some of the things I’ve worked out […]

What have I learned?

This is the second of three related blog posts to start the year, all reflecting on where I am professionally and what lies ahead. The first post, How did I end up here?, talks about how I became an archivist; this post tries to sum up some of the things I’ve worked out getting to this point; […]

How did I end up here?

This is the first of three related blog posts to start the year, all reflecting on where I am professionally and what lies ahead. It talks about how I became an archivist. The second post, What have I learned?, tries to sum up some of the things I’ve worked out getting to this point; and the […]

2016

What a year. So many aspects of 2016 were awful in so many ways. The horror-shows that were Brexit and the US election. The rise of minor parties and failures of policy and basic humanity (Dutton anyone?) that characterise the Australian political landscape pre- and post-election. Heartbreaking stories of refugees fleeing for Europe and the plight […]

The library, the museum, and me

I love libraries and library buildings, from the huge New York Public Library to the British Library complete with Kings Library Tower rising up through its St Pancras site; the grand State Library of New South Wales, the venerable Bodleian in Oxford, our National Library of Australia and more. As a Melburnian working in the […]

Seven years scratching an itch

I have little interest in numerology and related fabrications, but there seem to be a lot of social and cultural concepts involving the number seven. Heavens, saumurai, sins, dwarfs, seals, seas, signs, wonders, pillars of wisdom, hills of Rome and years in Tibet – all magnificent sevens. Seven (or, if you’re David Fincher, Se7en) years ago I […]