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Prof. of Hyperlinked Humanities, Primus Inter Pares
David Weinberger


Provost and Vice Chancellor of Imaginary Affairs
Frank Paynter Vice President/Development Director and Porter
Wealth Bondage

Registrar
Halley Suitt

Dean of Memetic Engineering and Reader of Thoughts
Kevin Marks

Research Professor of Markup Cryptology
Phil Ringnalda

Murasaki Shikibu and Sei Shonagon Foundation Professor of Early Japanese Literature
Jonathan Delacour

Abraham J. Simpson Chair of Desultory Conjecture
Steve Himmer

Clued Professor of Micro-journalism and Women's Studies
Jeneane Sessum

Prof. of Digital Psychometry
Eric Norlin Prof. of Priapic Ideation
Christopher Locke

Prof. of Comparative Kim Novak
Ray Davis

Ho Chi Minh Chair in Vietnamese Studies & American Poetry
Joseph Duemer

Section 508 Prof. of Web Accesibility and Useability
Mark Pilgrim

Professor of Haemophagy and Laputan Linguistics
Naomi Chana

Harley Davidson Saddle of Comparative Literature
Tom Matrullo

Prof. of Melanesian Hermeneutics
Alex Golub

Prof. of Linguistics
Dorothea Salo

Zimmerman Professor of Music and Poetics
Mike Golby

Senior Lecturer in Tlonian Area Studies and Chaplain
A. K. M. Adam

Szarkowski Chair of Photography
Jeff Ward

Prof. of Analytic Philosophy and Korean Area Studies
Stavros

Alfred E. Newman Foundation Chair in International Blogging Relations
Shelley Powers

Prof. of Gluation and Scissorology
Mark Woods

Professor of Folklore & Mythology
Renee Perlmutter

Crone-in-Residence, Purveyor of Eclectic Mysticism�??�?� and Professor of Rhetorical Ritual
Elaine de Kalilily

Prof. of Fractured Philosophy
Tom Shugart

Director of Music, Blogaria School of Divinity
Tripp Hudgins

House Band
Shannon Campbell

Audio-Visual Guy
Josiah Adam

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Friday, April 05, 2002
      ( 8:31 AM )  

On the Road

I will almost certainly not blog tomorrow, as Margaret and I are making the seven-eight hour drive to St. Paul beginning midday today, so that I can appear at a Saturday session of the Upper Midwest Society of Biblical Literature regional meeting on a couple of books about postmodern biblical interpretation that I wrangled, and then we'll hop in the car and drive back to Evanston so that we can get to our separate churches Sunday morning. She's going to St. Luke's for the annual Sunday-after-Easter Choir-hosted brunch feast, I'll be leading an adult ed session on the Book of Acts--entitled "International Incidents, Exploding Kings, and Chthonic Gods"--at St. Chrysostom's. Sunday is the "International Incidents" session. Anyway, if I don't blog tomorrow it doesn't mean I don't care, just that I didn't see a free terminal. Permalink -Main Page-

      ( 8:08 AM )  

Watch That Man!

Someone has to stop wood s lot from posting so many fascinating links every single day (barring travel days). It's almost a full-time job reading the essays he links to; how much more time must go into the seeking, winnowing, and posting. Today I sprinted to Joseph Duermer's concise observations on being a word-worker in the Hollings era (will we someday refer to this period as the "Hollings era" in a way comparable to our references to "the McCarthy era"? I hope things don't get that bad), and I have "Speech and silence in the Mumonkan," "Who's a Real Indian?" and "The Andrea Yates Verdict" yet to go. Anyone who thinks the Web is boring because they don't see a new coffee cam every few days must not have an intellectually curious bone in her body.

And that goes for Jeff Ward, too. Not the "not intellectually alive" part, but the massively stimulating part. Permalink -Main Page-
      ( 7:37 AM )  

Audiences and Congregations

David Weinberger's experiences in China and Thailand sound familiar; anyone who has preached regularly to "the early service" (of an Episcopal congregation, at least) will have lived through sermons to which no one responded at 8 AM, only to encounter wild acclaim at 9 or 10 or 11. Was your Beijing audience up early in the morning, David?

My advice: next time, hire those translators and take 'em along to Thailand. They weren't laughing with you, David. . . . Permalink -Main Page-



Thursday, April 04, 2002
      ( 10:54 PM )  

Well, push my button baby

As a tip of my hat to Tom and Halley and Mike (I love them, too) and to draw together some themes they invoked in their blogs, I'd like to call attention to Michelle Shocked's forthcoming CD "Deep Natural." I have a few of the tracks on a self-distributed, homemade CD called "Good News"; they're every bit as serrated as her earlier work, with a rich gospel soul flavor. I think I told Halley a long time ago how her (Shocked's, not Halley's--though I'd be glad to listen to Halley sing) version of the Victoria Williams song "Holy Spirit" made "Kumbayah" listenable to me again--and believe you me, that in itself is just this side of miraculous. I incorporate here a fairly large swath of an article by Erik E. Esckilsen, reproduced from the Boston Globe; I found it on the Graffiti Limbo (pop-behind warning! but go and notice the faux spray-paint JOHO look) website, 'cos the Globe's prose is too precious a commodity for them to allow just anyone to access it after a couple of days.
Shocked, ready to rock in a strawberry print T-shirt and turquoise jeans, is taking it all in. She has solicited Cohen's advice on developing a socially responsible record label, but at the moment she seems to be chewing over the political left's detachment from the church. "Progressives are operating from a moral basis, and they've got spirituality built into the culture," she posits.

Cohen nods and speculates that music may be one way in which otherwise scattered idealists, such as the cultural creatives, can come together around ideals.

"It was music that brought me to church," Shocked notes, referring to the West Angeles Church of God in Christ in L.A., where she was "born again" as a Christian in 1992.

Cohen cracks a wry smile. "It was music that brought me to you." . . .

But can they have faith that the feisty author of "Graffiti Limbo," that activist getting hauled off by the cops on the cover of Short, Sharp, Shocked, the woman who changed her last name from Johnston to Shocked as a protest, still spits in the eye of injustice at age 39, nine years married, and Born Again?

"I've deepened a little bit," Shocked says with a thoughtful nod. "I've grown. But you should get better as you get older. And I [can't] see why you shouldn't get more radical." She pauses as if to clarify a point. "You don't change. You become more of yourself," she adds. "All artists strive to do is open themselves up more and more."

Shocked still calls herself "a raving feminist," albeit one who also thanks God for bringing her "full circle" in the religious life she fled as a youth. The journey has brought her a new perspective on political ideology in music and religion. . . . Today, she says, "I'm not going to speak about women's issues. I'm going to speak about the insights that being a woman have given me into all kinds of conditions, the human condition."

As for whether or not fans accept her religious beliefs, she feels that people's concerns are activated mostly by the ideologies attached to religious dogma which is what she feels the media emphasizes. That preachiness simply isn't part of her act. "If people want to project onto me all the baggage they have about Born Again and fundamentalism, they've got the wrong target," she says.

Margaret, who first noticed the rumblings of a new disc and alerted me post-haste, and I saw her in St. Pete, spring (I think) of about 1993. The venue was smallish (Jannus Landing), the crowd was ardent, and Michelle Shocked was present in all the most important ways. She rocks; she preaches; she just about defines integrity in the music business. She has earned my money, that's for sure.
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Wednesday, April 03, 2002
      ( 8:05 PM )  

Why I Love Tom Matrullo

Well, no, it's not just because he blogged my review of Small Pieces within moments, evidently, of when I posted it--although I was relieved that he had so generous an estimate of it. No, I'm tickled that days after I had wrapped up my metablogging about metaphors for the Web, and especially about my resistance to spatial metaphors for the Web, Tom has refused to stop gnawing on the problem. Tom seems to have the same rash I got, wishing for a way to think and talk about the Web that honor just the fluidity, the around-the-corner-ness of the Web, rather than mapping the Web onto a static hypothetical taxonomy of places. I'm sitting it out for a while; I've occupied enough bandwidth with my meanderings on this. But I'm reading with appreciation (especially for his taste in music). Permalink -Main Page-

      ( 1:20 PM )  

Small pieces, big ideas

Thanks to The Newspaper of Record, we now know that Web is boring; the Web has gotten old, and the frontier thrills of exploration and discovery have evaporated. Fortunately, no one told David Weinberger.

Weinberger's book Small Pieces, Loosely Joined proposes not only that the Web isn't boring, but that the excitement is only just beginning. We haven't missed the main event, only the previews of coming attractions.

He sees the promise of greater things yet to come in the ways that culture's engagement with the Web has already begun to influence the English language. He adopts seven key terms ("space," "time," "perfection," togetherness," "knowledge," "matter," and "hope") and illustrates the ways that their conventional usage might be seen to apply simply and directly to the Web. Then he goes further to show how these terms warp and crack with the torsion engendered by their roles in articulating Web experiences. After they have circulated online, these terms return to colloquial use with changed textures--space, perfection, hope, all signify very differently after their circulation on the Web.

Weinberger gracefully invites technological newcomers into the party. He has a gift for epigrammatic phrases, and regularly summarizes his exposition in memorable sound bites. He cites both familiar and less well-known examples of ways the Web has changed over its brief history, and of ways the Web has changed us. The heart of the book, however, lies in Weinberger's ardent affirmation of the positive possibilities that the Web opens for humanity. Without concealing the seamier dimensions of the Web, he urges readers to take up the opportunity to be better people in new ways, online.

Thus far one might construe the book--at the prompting of its title--as a new, improved theory of the Web. That would miss the point: Weinberger really hits his stride not as a pitchman for e-commerce or a disneyfied futurama, but as a reflective advocate for humanity. The subtitle might more appropriately suggest that Weinberger here offers a theory of how human beings may live more richly human lives in conjunction with the Web.

This mixed thematic impetus provides a great strength to the book. Weinberger writes with passion addressed to his readers' passions, in a way that distinguishes his work from "For Dummies" introductions or technological snake-oil pitches. Weinberger sings the opportunities that reside in the Web not with a self-interested voice, but as one who earnestly wants others to share the excitement he feels.

The mixed thematics also set Weinberger up to frustrate some readers. A book as ambitious as this one will evoke the hopes and passions of its readers, and will inevitably disappoint some. More technically-inclined readers, for instance, may wish for more detail in the discussions of the Web itself. Some readers interested in media theory may wish for fewer anecdotes and more analysis.

But this is not a book that should satisfy readers; on its own terms, the book ought to push its readers to think beyond what Weinberger himself suggests (the book, like the Web, is far from being "perfect," and is paradoxically stronger for that imperfection). This is part of Weinberger's subtle exposition of his theme. In composing a meditation on unfamiliar modes of human self-expression, Weinberger appeals to--and stimulates--our inclination to reach further than the limits of what we presently imagine. Small Pieces, Loosely Joined is not only an extraordinarily apt, lapidary description of the Web--it's the right book at the right time. We should read it appreciatively, in the hope that once we've caught up to where Weinberger leads us, he will again point out to us ways that these practices with which we've grown familiar begin to have decidedly unfamiliar effects on our lives and imaginations. Permalink -Main Page-



Tuesday, April 02, 2002
      ( 4:10 PM )  

Integrity

I saw Billy Childish's words this morning courtesy of wood s lot (thanks for giving us so much to think about--when do you have time?!). Mark cited the sentences that resonated with me: "dont like cynicism and post-modernism and the post-modernist way. I like coming from somewhere without any belief that belief is the most important thing to have even if it's only the belief in what youre doing. And it must be done with integrity." Even as a card-carrying postmodern type, I hear Childish's words striking a pivotally important chord: when there is so little left us to be able to do, then doing what we do with integrity may provide the last remaining gesture of any significance.

It sounds little and hollow, but people can tell--that's part of the Cluetrain affirmation, and I'm on board with that. Not that no one can fake integrity, but that corporate-speak and ad-speak don't even begin to try, and in church circles growth-speak and (what to call it?) goopy-pious-speak don't communicate integrity either. On Easter Margaret thanked me for saying mass as though it meant something; isn't it odd and sad that she should notice? Wouldn't one think that leading worship would more or less intrinsically go along with communicating that it makes a difference? Yet in plenty of churches, the predominant messages that leaders convey are "Are you as bored as I am? Don't worry--there're only a few minutes left till it's over," and "We'll tell you anything to entice you to stay here, even that we don't really mean these things we're saying," and "These syllables sound holier if we drone them or mumble them or drag them out so long that you forget what words we're saying."

It means something. Really, it does. Permalink -Main Page-
      ( 3:28 PM )  

Attention!

Well, we can see whose plaints carry heft in the blogging universe! One concise expression of frustration got Halley a personal site visit from Evan himself. Now, what might I complain about, if I could be sure to receive the favor of top-level attention? I wouldn't want to waste that visit on, say, our dishwasher. . . . Permalink -Main Page-



Sunday, March 31, 2002
      ( 1:59 PM )  

Alethos Aneste!

Well, that Easter Day went by in a blur. Margaret and I woke up at 4 AM to attend the Seabury Easter Vigil service beginning at 5 AM. The service lasted till somewhat after 7, at which time we all shared a bountiful breakfast (truly breaking our Lenten fasts together). But we couldn't stay long; Margaret had to go to the 9 AM service at St. Luke's at which Pippa was singing. I returned home to make sure the boys were actually getting ready for church, as opposed (for instance) to instant-messaging their friends or exchanging witticisms on a Hotline server. They were getting ready, and at 9:45 the three of us headed down to church, so that they'd be on time for the 10 AM rehearsal of the Men & Boys Choir. I crept into the sacristy, where I crashed for a half-hour or so of dozing before I presided at the 11:15 mass.

Parenthesis: my dear friend and colleague David Cunningham preached a thumping good sermon on the materiality of the resurrection, not dissimilar to the Joel Garver blog that became a column in the Dallas Morning News. It was long, but quite good, and as Nate said on the way home, "I'd rather listen to a great sermon that's long than to a mediocre sermon that's short." I stayed awake through the whole thing--a feat, given how little sleep I'd had, but not as much of a feat for me as it was for David, who'd been up till 2 writing it and then made it to the Seabury Vigil service at 5. When we got back, we made outselves some Easter nachos and collapsed in a heap, too weary even to blog.

But not too weary to wish friends all the blessings of a wonderful Eastertide. Permalink -Main Page-




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