lists of lists of lists of lists of lists

this post is about lists. i am obsessed with lists. a minor case of obsessive-compulsive disorder will get you only so far in life. lists allow you to not only act upon your disorder, but comprehensively catalog its various contours and enshrine these contours in documents, which can be saved and archived and added to over the course of days, weeks, years.

graduate school does not help me fight my addiction. graduate school is an enabler. syllabi are lists. comprehensive exams require lists. dissertations demand that one be able to cross-reference across ever-growing items within lists, creating linear lines of thought through the linking of book after article after speech after book that apparently ought to lead the reader through some sort of argument if you could only put that argument into something explicable.

now there are programs for the list-making addicts. i, up until now, have carefully maintained word documents with lists of books, while remaining devoted to my first list medium, the little red leather notebook. i have a decade of notes on modern art, books, quotes, recipes, and album information, as well as fairly vapid personal thoughts carefully stored away in that little notebook. the handwriting is very neat.

but i occasionally wonder whether my little notebook is obsolete. have i created so many other forms of list that i've effectively listed-over my written notes. redundancies abound. entries cancel one another out.

zotero may effectively replace all my other forms of list-making, condensing, formatting, and expanding data within whatever magical ether aura comprises the internet, which mysteriously extends outwards from my computer(s) into the great beyond.

my knowledge of the internet and technology is so fundamentally underdeveloped that these lists are simply less tangible and real to me, somehow. i still print articles and papers out and write on them. i am a committed book-buyer. i like paper and shelves and boxes. i write too many notes on everything, including napkins and my palms.

in some ways, zotero is too easy to use. because i like lists so much, i find myself essentially shopping for books to read via worldcat, carefully creating new folders and filing away authors and titles. i am collecting. whether the collecting has an end purpose is far less clear and far more important, yet the process is addictive, as are most networking tools on the web. seemingly inexhaustible amounts of information are fed to your computer one manageable piece at a time, obscuring (at least temporarily) the vast network of which the one book title on your screen is a small part.

and people just keep publishing things. this inescapable fact is one of the most infuriating things about academia. there is nothing you can do. people's careers depend upon an apparently limitless production of books that seem absolutely necessary to "the field." your career depends upon the apparently limitless production of books that seem absolutely necessary. suck it up. read the books. write your book. force people to add it to their lists. do a little dance. repeat the process.

not to make the academic process seem overly repetitive. i am a great believer in the infinite nature of interest. i am interested in almost everything, and it's difficult to bore me, so long as you seem like you're mildly interested yourself. a liberal arts education ought to buy you this committed lack of focus. as far as i'm concerned, i can force almost anything to at least relate to something i'm directly interested in, and if it seems like i can't, than the failure can only be chalked up to a lack of imagination on my part.

but this relates to my possible problem with online cataloging systems like zotero - they force you to create linear lists. now, i suppose that i could do the cross-referencing work myself, and i certainly am not naive enough to believe that tech designers far more intelligent than myself will never come up with a handy, easy-to-use, possibly voice-activated system which cross-references my reading lists, folds my laundry, and tucks me in at night. but that, too, involves a loss of control and the need for creative accounting and documentation on my part.

to be entirely truthful, the little red notebook was ordered and out of order at the same time. entries are arranged in the order they were received. they are not alphabetical, they are not organized by topic. topics proceed in a stream-of-consciousness fashion entirely determined by whimsy, which i may possess in over-abundance. like my purposefully never-made bed (an island of unkemptness in an otherwise angular room arrangement), i kept the notebook because it didn't conform to my unbendingly neat predisposition. that notebook is my form of anarchy. it hardly seems fair that a program like zotero is capable of stripping away one of my few sources of disarray, especially given its ease of use. i added about 300 books to my personal list in just one week. articles have pdf files attached. citation data can be exported into endnotes. placing a book in your queue is almost like having read it.

in my head, the topic-specific folders are color-coded, like this totally bizarre real-life example:

the library appears to be more a fashion statement than an organizational approach. then again, simply sitting in that room is probably like going to see the wizard of oz, sans flying monkey encounters.

perhaps my paranoia about losing a lack of organization is premature, though. i have a sneaking suspicion that i'm absorbing ideologies propagated by the libertarian women i'm currently researching, a tendency to identify with anyone i'm reading canceling out reason.

and to be fair, i have read a great number of the books i filed away. many are titles of books i have sitting on my shelves, the books that are spilling onto the floor because there is no more room on my shelves and they have begun to stack themselves upon one another in a book-made bookshelf for more books. i often compare them to a disease.

i have a feeling that this is my new form of intentional disarray. unfortunately, book collecting is a far more expensive method of staving off ocd than is . . . writing in a notebook. but hey, i take what i can get.

i do wonder though - does anyone else ever feel like organization is closing in around you?

at least my sense of humor accords with some list-making, organizing tendencies. the initial photo is the first to appear in a google image search for "lists."