A brief post by Jorge Perez – sharing D. Hicks’ data – about the stereotype of men in librarianship and the potential that as librarianship becomes an increasingly tech discipline whether better-skilled males will flock to the profession.
Dust gathers in the light of the old storefront. Smoke curling from an unattended cigar lingers around the old Hanger there at the drafting table, ridden with sleep deprivation, breathing deeply the loess from the unbeaten rug, the smoke, the dust – he has spent long polluted hours in this way.
There is ceremony here.
It’s in the patina at the periphery of his drawing that has been so-drawn and redrawn to scale at six-by-four-inches-by-four: this, tuned to a delinquent arithmetic, was the math to drop a man through the margin of the paper and observe him jag. He sweat on the paper. Stray and over-indulgent mismarks punctuated the space between them—the hanger and his work—too immediate to rubber-out. This was ceremony. The sweat in the crude geometry deepened the color where blotted once ruler-straight lines like bloating, carcinogenic, sporadic lesions.
Proof of errors consigned the hanger’s mind to anthropomorphize and wander far away from his work. Underfoot the paneling groans. He sits back in his chair.