“If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.”
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And my first reaction was to lie; "yes, I have permission to photograph this..." since it's total and utter fair use for me to make a copy of these journals that that friends have written long ago, that I can't get from any other institution in full, instead of photocopying them, for my scholarly research. And I should be free to do this cheaply, as a photocopy is 10 cents/page, whereas space on my already-purchased camera is free...
It was a strange inside/outside moment, where I wanted to say that I was a librarian and that I understood why the rules exist, but also that they were really silly rules and I wasn't violating them. The guard told me that I couldn't take photos of an entire book (I was photographing at a few periodicals, but hey), and that I needed permission from a librarian to make copies or photograph. I filled out a form and was then able to take as many pictures as I wanted in a special free speech/free photography zone.
I should have just brought in the Book Liberator and set up shop.
Seriously, though, a security guard who handles intellectual property issues?!
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