Sometimes it’s just about the action. Die Tat. When you spend so much time thinking and pondering and polishing to do things at your best, you want to let loose for once and just step into the field without too much thinking. I never really got what #cpd23 really was, but I have time to figure out. Others people will come to make my mind clear – if you build it they will come, no?
This blog is written in italian, alas! Now that I step into the international scenario I am thinking about starting blogging in english, or providing a translation of some parts. But let’s start from the beginning.
I started blogging as a self-oriented practice. I wanted to create something practical, notes about my work, documentation, to-do lists, things I had to note down. It was merely a working tool, but I decided to open it to the public as an experiment: you never know if someone from the Outer Space can drop by and give you a hint. Then it grew, and being every writing a reflection of the ego, and being my ego huge, it grew huge. Now I write what comes in my mind, about the future of libraries, about my job, about my rants on technology and misoneism, about the inputs I’m getting at the master I’m following. And I am polishing, hosting on a private provider, coding my own appearance. But it’s still in italian. Why?
The Outer Space is great, but I still feel a lot of need to address my fellows here. I still feel the need to talk to those whom I left behind – and to those to whom I hope to come back soon. Because writing is a conversation and a conversation is about helping each other to meet midway. So I feel myself important when someone from the slumbering italian blogosphere can address my webpage as a reference point. Our job after all is being international in every local community. Like those “try-to-catch-me” games of childhood, where you always kept one foot in the safe area. I like to open my window to the world because our job takes place in the world. But my ground, air and community are small and local, and they have a history, which cannot be denied, ignored or deleted. And I am still part of this, and I want to be part of this – for now. And the language you are grown up with is bloody important.
So I described my blogging activity as a window, as a bridge, as an open eye.
I hope it works. Sometimes it does. And anyway it’s fun.
And this summer I will work on the dual language interface, ok?