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Friday, May 17, 2002 ( 4:27 PM ) BulletinsWoke up yesterday at 4 AM (witness the time tag on my last blog); landed in Hartford around 10:30. Went to the Berkeley Center, the study and worship house for Episcopalians at Yale Divinity School, where I studied long ago. None of the folks we expected to see was there, but we recognized Juanita, the housekeeper, and she remembered us (not surprising, since Margaret was the Dean's Assistant and we lived in the basement of the Center). Then we went up to the main campus, where I ran into one of my retired profs (Abraham Malherbe). Saw a friend on the faculty who happened to be head of the building committee, so he gave Margaret and me a blue-ribbon tour of the new interior--truly a luscious teaching environment, especially for a denizen of a facilities-challenged seminary such as Seabury. After a lunch at the Educated Burgher and a look-in at Christ Church Broadway (the first parish I served), we drove out to West Haven to see a friend of Tom's (where we'd have had more time to visit and talk if we hadn't gotten lost on the way). From Paula's to the home of another YDS faculty friend, Wes Avram, and from there to visit yet another Yale prof, Dale Martin (of the University, not the Divinity School). Finally staggered out to Branford, where we collapsed at our hotel and slept straight through till we woke up bright and early to visit with Halley and Jackson (I can't believe I blogged this before she did!). We'll have pictures to show about this as soon as I can make a connection from my own computer. Napped through the afternoon, and now have come out to Guilford, where the wedding will be, where there are no decent connections to be made, except here at the Guilford Free Library. I now must go to a rehearsal dinner.No profound content at all. This is the worst of what they tell you blogging is about. But it's not all, and I'll try to come up with something deeper before long. In the meantime, I appreciate your patience. Permalink -Main Page- Thursday, May 16, 2002 ( 4:37 AM ) Outta HereI'm off to O'Hare, bound for Connecticut, where I'll be committing limited blogology for the next few days. Don't do anything too exciting while I'm not watching, and if you do, be aware that I'll probably choose that time to sneak online, so you can't get away with anything. Permalink -Main Page-Wednesday, May 15, 2002 ( 3:06 PM ) For the RecordThis may have gotten lost in the shuffle, so perhaps it is necessary that I state explicitly that:
Permalink -Main Page- ( 12:11 PM ) The End. . . Or Just the Beginning?Can David Weinberger flesh out his prophecy that "the comic strip is at the end of its cycle"? I'm not a big comics fan--I hardly ever look at 'em these days, except for scholarly research (stop snickering, I mean it, as I'll try to show in a sentence or two)--but a superifical glance suggests that the comics business is thriving. Spiderman the movie isn't going to cut into the comic book's appeal; experience suggests that it'll expand the comic's business. Likewise Ang Lee's coming Hulk movie.And as Scott McCloud has argued at length, the web provides a fabulous setting for comics. Comics as a literary gesture go back to cave paintings--one can make the case that comics are the most enduring form of literature humankind has produced. My academic interest in comics derives, in fact, (a) from the web's capacity to put anyone in a position to publish her or his own comic--and such endeavors are indeed thriving online (as Get Your War On illustrates), and (b) from their association with a fascinating chapter in the history of biblical interpretation and the material conditions of publishing, the period in which "Pauper's Bibles" were the equivalent of runaway bestsellers in late medieval Europe. The Pauper's Bibles were something like the Classic Comics version of the Bible, or stained glass windows that you can carry around with you--illustrated summaries of what's important. These come together at a radically-different technological moment, but a moment that promises much for the conversations that constitute biblical interpretation. Permalink -Main Page- ( 9:15 AM ) Nostalgie de la booIn sorting through the casualties of the weekend flood, Margaret came across bags and bags of photos [editorial correction: Margaret found them in boxes, and transferred them to plastic bags] that we haven't sorted, filed, and preserved archivally so that future generations would know how an atypical family observed holidays, baptisms, births, and so on. One of the heaps of pictures included a Halloween shot of Nate and Si and two friends, which simply had to be shared online:![]() Si is the lion on the left, Nate the bumblebee on the right. Each is now about 6'2", Nate will be studying music theory at Eastman School of Music in the fall, and Si has his own blog (looks like he's getting the hang of hyperlinking--go, Si!). I'll put up a picture of our fabulous daughter Pippa another day. Permalink -Main Page- Tuesday, May 14, 2002 ( 3:55 PM ) There Goes the SurpriseThe Vice President of U Blog has gone public with my secret plan to undermine the international educational system, and has moreover couched his exposé as a critical plea to the participants in the University of Blogaria. With fervor born of righteous truths ignored, he pleads that the University not fall prey to the temptation to create insiders and outsiders, to retreat behind walled-off courts to the idyllic gardens of désengagé abstraction. He is right, of course, so to plead; as he knows, I am last in line to respond to the multifarious dimensions of life by imposing on them a comforting dichotomy. And yet I would that he had not blown the whistle so loud, so soon.A moment of biographical digression: as one of my companions and I observed in email yesterday, a sizable proportion of the U Blog faculty are exiles from the sacred precincts of physical-world academia, and so far as I know, Jeff Ward and I are the only active practitioners on the roll. This is not an accident, and indeed has provoked in me certain musings about my own vocation (if the online friends whom I so respect and in whose electronic presence I bask are themselves not quite at home in the institutional academy, what am I doing there?). Though we so far lack a mission statement--and in certain respects, I regard this as a circumstance of divine providence--insofar as U Blog has a raison d'être beyond mere whimsy and conviviality, it derives from a sense that we are (as Prof. Salo demonstrates) all teaching one another, that our capacity to teach and to learn doesn't derive from our accreditation from terrestrial agencies or our plunking down outrageous tuition checks. Not only are we already going portal to portal, we are doing so without any particular agenda other than to relish the joys of our interactions. The far-flung constellation that constitutes the wall-less, gateless, towerless, ivyless University of Blogaria shines the more brightly for our mutual association in a loosely-joined web of passions, concerns, convictions (some of us seem to be recidivists!), and respect--for one another and for those souls with whom we have not yet crossed links, and those spheres about which we don't yet know. The heart of U Blog lies in receiving patiently and giving freely. See? Dorothea gets it. Although now we've added another professional pedagogue, Joseph Duermer in the Ho Chi Minh Chair of Vietnamese Studies and American Poetry, and we risk acutally becoming organized and doing something because Halley Suitt (with whom I talked tonight, viva voce, and whom Margaret and I will meet Friday morning) has volunteered to serve as our registrar. Permalink -Main Page- Monday, May 13, 2002 ( 10:14 PM ) Oh, dear!My selfless benefactor Dorothea has been working her fingers. . . well, not "to the bone," but truly to the point of disabling spasms. I am stricken; she had better take some more-than-amply deserved time off this project--if not out of regard for her own safety, then to accommodate my plodding efforts at comprehension. The header looks terrific, and with the graphic title I can remain in control of my readers' typographic destiny at that point (Trajan is Seabury's official titling face).I will read all this more closely tomorrow morning, when the dishes are done (Jonathan will sympathize) and I've had enough sleep attentively to pore over Dorothea's literally painstaking labors and our friends' interested contributions, I will read and learn, read and learn. But again, many, many thanks to you all. Three more appointments to the distinguished U Blog faculty: Professor Tom Matrullo to the Harley Davidson Saddle of Comparative Literature, and Professor Steve Himmer to the Abraham J. Simpson Chair of Desultory Conjecture. Phil Ringnalda thus characterizes his ambitions: "I hereby nominate myself for the position of Battered Reference Book With Only A Little Purple Highlighting." We are not, however, swayed by his exemplary modesty. In view of his pioneering significance in the very domain of our endeavor, we award Phil the position of Research Professor ofMarkup Cryptology. Just so long as they don't vote to make me Faculty Secretary again--mercy, does that drive me batty! Permalink -Main Page- ( 12:00 PM ) Kool-Aid, CSS, TablesJonathan Delacour warns me that nothing will ever be the same again after Dorothea's redesign of my blog page. Oh, well--I reckoned that if I were going to make any momentous change of consciousness in 2002, it would come to me as Laurence Fishburne offered me a choice of two pills. Kool-Aid is so sixties! For what I'm learning from Dorothea, though, I'd take either.Since I never had an ideological investment in HTML tables, I don't have any discomfort in switching over to CSS. But don't think that just because I'll be moving the site to a CSS base, I accept any binary division in the world between CSS people and tables-people. Permalink -Main Page- ( 11:37 AM ) University of Blogaria AppointmentsWith a view to the impending rush of applicants for the University's inaugural academic season (which begins when the faculty jolly well feels like it, if at all), the University of Blogaria announces several new faculty appointments. Stavrosthewonderchicken, having inquired about the possibility of serving the cause of education in excremental studies (specialization in ovine); has contrariwise been appointed to his other area of interest in the conceptually exhausted field of analytic philosophy. We will not ask him to change his name to Bruce. Mike Golby has, of course, been entrusted with the Zimmerman Chair in Music and Poetics. David Weinberger has been drafted to serve in one of those "you're so smart we'll give you a chair just to be smart around here" positions in the humanities, and to serve as figurehead of any nonexistent structure for governance. Am I neglecting anyone? Of course, I am; it wouldn't be academia without casual slights and inconsequential grievances! Oh, I remember--Mark Woods (whom you may think of solely as the brilliance behind "wood s lot") will guide his students through the wilds of anthological studies in the department of Gluation and Scissorology.Now, since the Happy Tutor has been raising vast sums for this useless endeavor, and since we occupy a conceptual campus without boundaries and with infinite resources, I'm wondering if Jenny will accept a position as the Borges Prof. of Shifted Library Science, together with oversight of the Library of Babel? Permalink -Main Page- ( 10:54 AM ) Binary and non-, Mike and MeI'm not sure, but I think the terrain around Mike Sanders and me is coming into clearer relief. Mike seems to affirm my reluctance to apply binary, "us"-and-"them" solutions to complex problems. At least, I take that to be the force of his colsing rhetorical question, "And are we really comfortable saying: 'To solve the battle of "us" vs "them", we must divide the world into complex thinkers and binary thinkers and make sure that we fall on the side of complex thinkers?' It seems like a gross simplification of a complex problem to me." Indeed, absolutely; and I decline to foist the label "binary thinker" on anyone who doesn't volunteer for it, or demonstrate by asseverations that "there are only two ways to regard, or think about, or act on such-and-such a problem" that she or he is such a binarist.I'm not quite so comfortable with Mike's rumination that "In my experience, I have found that all people have some set of issues which they pretty much see as black and white." I mean, I don't doubt his experience; I too have met very many people who regard very many issues as simple pro-or-con matters. Such an outlook provides the staple food of US political and media culture. Does anyone not know a lot of such people? On the other hand, I wonder whether that proves anything noteworthy. Wouldn't we prefer to enter into a complex world with more people who acknowledged that the world was complex, as opposed to having to deal with more people who deny it? I shudder at the propect of dealing with even more interlocutors who flat-out know that there are two kinds of people in the world, or that if you're not in favor of the policies that (fill in the name of your favorite columnist or political figure here) favors, you are (fill in your favorite discussion-ending dismissive insult here: "hopelessly naive," "coopted by the power structure," "a fascist," "an anarchist," blah blah blah). This doesn't entail an irresponsibly Laputian out-of-touchness. Instead, it implies the firmest grasp of reality I can understand: matching complicated thinking to complicated problems. Of course, there comes a time when one must take action; but I hope that our actions derive from deliberation that marks and respects the complexities of the situations we deal with, rather than reducing them (as I suggest in this series of posts) to binary alternatives. Sunday, May 12, 2002 ( 10:20 PM ) Catastrophic hardware failureFried motherboard, or clogged sump pump: which is worse? Up till this morning I'd have thought it was a no-brainer, but when you fry your motherboard, you have a strong incentive to buy a whole new computer, which will invariably be more powerful and fun than the one you had before. When you ruin a carpet and a futon with seepage, you wind up with. . . either an empty-looking basement (us) or a new carpet and futon, which don't really measure up for excitement to a new CPU.So I was thinking, if I told the Dean that I had a catastrophic hardware failure and needed a new laptop, would he fund a computer purchase? That would make all the bailing and the backaches more nearly endurable. The earlier report turned out to be longer than I thought, so I'll wrap up our Terrible Mother's Day report and go to bed, hoping that my back won't entirely seize up overnight. I had to bring the earlier blog to an end because the boys were scheduled to sing in the choir at the concluding Bach Week performance at St. Luke's, and Margaret and I were ushering, and Pippa was being a wild card. So we showered off, stumbled down to church, where everyone was lovely and the music was exquisite, and we careened home as soon as we could. The basement is actually approximating dryness now, thanks again to our spectacular friends, and there was a message waiting for us on the phone. One of my advisees heard about the disaster and was too late to help bail, so he baked us a pie, a beautful cherry pie with a heart-shaped cut-out, and some ice cream "to cut the sweetness." For a really dreadful day, some awfuly wonderful things have been happening to us. Thanks, Markover gang, and thanks, seminary mop-and-bucket crew. Now I have to crash. PS to Dorothea: usually MSIE 5 for my Mac, but I've been seeing Mozilla on the side. And sometimes iCab will take you places no one else will. But I've never been to the Opera. The ideal execution of the design would have a purple border running straight up the left side, with the title illustration not overlapping (that's the way our stationery looks), but when I saw that MSIE placed the illustration over the border, I rather liked the effect and was content with it. So I'm not very worried about whether the purple border runs under or beside the title jpg. Thanks for asking. Permalink -Main Page- ( 5:24 PM ) The Short VersionThis blog will in time be replaced by alonger, more detailed version of the story. This is the barest outline.First, I have to thank Dorothea with all the firm, orotund, look-her-in-the-eyes genuine gratitude a friend can muster (I'm not blogging each permalink because she's doing this in segments, and each is noteworthy, and together it's overwhelming. Go to her page and scroll). She's taking apart my blog template, line by line, and not only cleaning it up and fixing all the sillinesses, but is teaching me (and, if necessary, you) how to do it right, and why. This is the sort of thing people pay The Big Money for, although then they usually don't want to know the "why" part. And Jonathan Delacour and Mark Pilgrim are watching and chipping in. Amazing--thank you all. (CSS next, I think, though it's a hard choice. Do I now just paste in the code for all the stuff ou've written so far, or should I wait till the whole deal is squared away?) But--and here's the reason I am so late in acknowledging Dorothea's work--this morning we woke up to get ready for church and Mother's Day to find two+ inches of water in our basement, our basement that serves as storage space and hang-out center for our home, where everything sits or lies on the floor. Except when it's floating around doing its "This is Lake Michigan, isn't it?" imitation. Ho, ho, ho. The kids and I all had roles in church this morning, so we went off to worship, leaving Margaret to celebrate Mothers Day in a dark,wet basement. Even after we got home from church and had been working for hours, we had gotten nowhere. Margaret said, "We just can't do this by ourselves," and called some of the seminarians. In no time flat, three seminarians and spouses (no, to be exact, one solo seminarian and one seminarian with spouse) showed up and were hauling out wet carpet and dragging wet book boxes (sob) to the trash. In A while another three or four showed up, and by four o'clock all of the worst work had been done, and a fair amount of the next-to-worst. The basement is drying, and though we still have a horrible mess to deal with, and no carpet, we went from despair to relief in scant minutes through Margaret's brilliant common sense and the generosity of Jeff, Todd, Jolene, Frank, David, and Jennifer. A.J. and Holly came by after quitting time, too. An on-line barn-raising and a physical-world salvage operation, all gifts of grace from staggeringly generous friends. God bless you all. All times are local. Local times may vary. Minutes do not expire. A. K. M. Adam That which we have not yet bothered to imagine is not therefore impossible. |
He seems like a nice guy. Has he written any books? Would he come speak to us?
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