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I stole this from my niece's pathetic weblog, which she never updates. I've decided that three credit report will harass her until that whole side of my family doesn't talk to me. It'll save me a bundle on Christmas cards.

Michael Stephens of Tame the Web is a blogger whose writing and insight I admire tremendously. He's a tech librarian's tech librarian. His November 25 post, Suggestions for Upgrading to Library 2.0 (or Some Easy Steps to Get Started...Really) had me cheering all the way through until the end, when I finally reflected on the situation in most libraries, and wept quietly into my hands. There have been a lot of Library 2.0 posts lately, but it was Michael's specific suggestions that prompted me to step in with my in-the-trenches perspective. There isn't a thing wrong with Michael's suggestions, provided that you are person who can affect such change, or work in a wonderfully collaborative environment. We all know about the socioeconomic digital divide, but there's an in-house version of the divide. Most of us need not look any Denon AVR1705 urther than our own work places to find it. It's a cleft kept wedged apart by territoriality, fear, ignorance, and resistance to change. Maybe a more accurate model would be one of those Antarctic ice shelves that used to be a cohesive, identifiable land mass, but breaks up into various, drifting chunks (a penguin here, a penguin there...how will they ever connect again? If only the penguins had IM!) I'm going to go through Michael's points and explain why his vision is very Pie-in-the-Sky for many of us. That said, I'm thankful to Michael and all the other Pie-in-the-Skyers. It gives the rest of us hope and something to strive for.

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