:: Monday, March 14, 2005 ::
fEMMINISTA relocates!
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trapped in the snow globe
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trapped in the snow globe
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Art of the state
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trying to change...
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back again
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joining in on the petty Jane criticism
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an addendum to the comedy lobotomy
I do realize that the fact that I am criticizing this comedian means that I watched his monologue even after seeing the other terrible comedians. In my defense, I watch Conan and then am usually too lazy to turn the channel. Still that doesn't mitigate the circumstances: the comedian sucks and even if a comedian sucks in a forest where there is no one to hear it, at the end of the day he still isn't funny.
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the comedy lobotomy
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Tampon bowling, anyone?
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still practicing avoidance
Anwyay, I'm trying to think about the hundreds of conflicts running through my head and its giving me a head-ache.
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okay, so I couldn't resist...although I was kind of hoping for Spike
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...still avoiding my work
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Yes. I am a nerd and this is my pirate name
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When did Dubya learn "litany"?
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a sad anniversary
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incompletes are done!
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Does your computer live in a bad neighborhood?
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back in the day, when xanga was the thing
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recovering...
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semantics humor solidarity and feminism
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hypertext and semantics search engine
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and the fun just keeps on comin'
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my website
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where I've been
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Who I am and What I do
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Copyright 2003 by
Catherine Shuler
I'm moving on to a new format and hopefully a more consistent blogging record. Visit me at my new blog, RhetoriCat.
:: Friday, March 11, 2005 ::
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Here I am, in Indiana, with the snow and the wind and the marked lack of sunshine. I should be in SC. Oh, Elton, why doth thou smite me? One Elton John concert cancellation and my trip home is postponed. Granted, I am the one who ultimately postponed it because I am trying to be a good girl, responsible and all that. I'm working on my thesis here in wintry Indiana instead of playing in sunny SC. I know that I've made the right choice, but I can't help feeling sad when I think that under different circumstances, I would be setting foot on Columbia soil in just a few short hours (and of course drinking sweet tea by the gallon and eating the most amazing southern Indian food this side of the Atlantic). I miss home.
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Here I am, in Indiana, with the snow and the wind and the marked lack of sunshine. I should be in SC. Oh, Elton, why doth thou smite me? One Elton John concert cancellation and my trip home is postponed. Granted, I am the one who ultimately postponed it because I am trying to be a good girl, responsible and all that. I'm working on my thesis here in wintry Indiana instead of playing in sunny SC. I know that I've made the right choice, but I can't help feeling sad when I think that under different circumstances, I would be setting foot on Columbia soil in just a few short hours (and of course drinking sweet tea by the gallon and eating the most amazing southern Indian food this side of the Atlantic). I miss home.
:: Monday, February 21, 2005 ::
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I just found this great punk website while reading a blog on getcrafty.com. Whether you're a former riotgrrrl, punk sympathizer or a virgin to the punk world, it's worth checking out: Art of the State
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I've been trying to change the design of my blog for several months now (not continuously, of course) and move it to my cyberfeminist website. Clearly, since you are not being redirected to said site, I have yet to succeed. Hopefully, I will soon be posting to an all new site (maybe a drupal one :) ) and cyberfeminist will finally be up and running...especially since, with the help of a free coupon, I now have a stamp that says "support your local feminist" with my website address in smaller print underneath. Of course now I realize that it might seem as though I'm trying to get monetary contributions, which I'm not. What's a girl to do? I had a coupon for a free stamp and I had to think of something to say...
:: Saturday, February 19, 2005 ::
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Well, it's been over two months since I posted anything here. I'm back now...for how long? We'll see.
:: Wednesday, December 08, 2004 ::
I've been house-hunting recently, which, as it turns out, is a full time job of its own. I found a great place and I'm just hoping that I'll somehow be able to qualify for a loan of such a large amount. I've also been gearing up for my new Girl Scout troop. Never having been a girl scout myself, being suddenly thrust into the role of troop leader is daunting to say the least.
The rest of my life is consumed with teaching and writing my thesis.
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I've always gotten some giggles (and a few snickers) from bitch magazine's "Jane petty criticism" corner, but I have ceased to laugh and have become annoyed. Until recently I have enjoyed aspects of Jane magazine and although it doesn't appeal to me the way that bitch does, it was some okay, mindless entertainment. They've rapidly descended in my esteem with their increasingly vapid stories, somewhat insulting advertisements, and their recent travel articles on the middle east. The articles are so culturally insensitive that they boggle the mind. I find it disappointing that Jane writers can so effortlessly assert their culturally biased assertions intermingled with the way that they seem to find "playing at oppression" so amusing. Alternately judging Arab culture by western standards and flaunting their own privilege by picking and choosing what cultural standards to respect, the Jane crew has given new meaning to the ugly American.
:: Friday, November 19, 2004 ::
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As it turns out, all of the comedians on Carson Daly's show are completely lacking in humor. This comedian that I just heard was absolutely terrible. Every other joke was met with silence. I was just imagining those little studio lights that flash "APPLAUD" flickering desperately in the silence. Then again, maybe they don't use those.
:: Saturday, November 06, 2004 ::
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Why is it that so many male comedians focus 90% of their material on making fun of women? I mean, please, how many dumb blonde jokes and "my girlfriend's got me by the short hairs" jokes do we really need? Does anyone find them funny anymore?
:: Friday, October 15, 2004 ::
I'm up late watching Conan and I left the TV on while I cleaned up my kitchen during which time The Late Show with Carson Daly comes on. Generally, I find his show annoying anyway and can't even deal with it as background noise (often the only function the TV has late at night) but tonight was particularly bad. There was some lame twenty-something (maybe thirty-ish) comedian with a baseball hat on backwards, a sad little scraggly goatee on his chin and an equally lame white t-shirt stretched over his significant paunch, doing stand-up. And of course, cliche boy's entire ( not part of) but entire monologue consists of bitching about hanging out with girls, dating girls, living with girls. You name any of the tired jokes that people tell about women and he will have surely touched on it. The funny thing is, even though I was listening, I didn't actually realize what he was doing until I went to turn the TV off.
Now, clearly I consider myself a feminist; but I'm not even really bringing this up as a feminist issue so much as issue of stupidity and laziness. How easy is it to make cracks about women based on the tired and overused stereotypes that we have heard and continue to hear everywhere? Does this really pass for humor? Did this guy read The Complete Idiot's Guide to Becoming a Lame Stand-up Comedian or does he really find this material funny? I suppose that he has every reason to believe that audiences would like it, since comedians have made their careers on derogatory humor. I, however, find it tasteless and completely lacking in humor.
I don't really have a lot of experience with stand-up comedy. It's never really been that appealing to me and maybe that's because of guys like this one, but about a year ago, I saw part of a stand-up act on HBO. It was Ellen DeGeneres and it was amazingly clever and witty. I was so impressed that I bought the DVD and showed the entire thing to my students while we were discussing the rhetoric of performance. They loved it; more recently, my boyfriend has seen it, loved it and refused to give the DVD back. I simply took that to mean that she was a good comedian and did not interrogate why her comedy was funny where others failed. Then, I watched the Chris Rock DVD that I had also ordered on Amazon. I had seen the segment in Bowling for Columbine where they show an excerpt from one of his monologues: the one about doing away with gun control for the more effective system of bullet control (make bullets really expensive and then people will think twice before they waste that money or will have to save up to shoot somebody). It was funny and witty and I was definitely impressed. After seeing his entire act, my opinion changed dramatically. Although I still found that section amusing and clever, the rest was humor based on degrading others and using profanity. It was like when you buy an album for that one song that's really great only to find out that every other song on the album sucks. I am certainly no prude; in fact, I have a tendency to say lots of things that I shouldn't ("fuck" is one of the most frequently used words in my vocabulary) but even I was put off by his excessive bad language and derogatory statements about women. However, it was less the language itself that bothered me than it was the fact that it was being used as a substitute for humor.
My point here is, I guess, that I'm tired of seeing people working their way to the top by stepping on the hands, feet and backs of others. The jokes were bad. They were not funny and sadly, this guy probably goes home to the girlfriend who seems to be so often the butt of his jokes and complains that he doesn't know why his career isn't taking off. Here's an idea: think of something remotely original to say. Just because it's humor doesn't mean it must be stupid.
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A while back I read about this new line of tampons and pads, Ditties, that had just come out. What makes these particularly noteworthy (sorry for the pun) are the little sayings or "Ditties" printed on the wrapper. To me it seemed to be another way to put a little joy in your day. I love words and catchy phrases on my "feminine hygeine products" sounds cool. The joy of wearing words is not lost on me. So, I anxiously awaited their arrival at the local drugstore (as promised in the magazine article) but alas, they didn't show. Trying new tampons not being first on my agenda, I forgot about the little novelties and went about my merry way. Today, I happened upon that article again and was intrigued enough to do a bit of web browsing. I googled "dittie tampons" and my efforts were quickly rewarded with a list of hits, including the dittie tampon website. Surprisingly, my search turned up, not only ways of purchasing ditties, but also additional articles on the topic. The one that caught my eye was on salon.com. The writer seemed awfully concerned about this product giving it lengthy attention and analysis. After looking at it, I went back to the article in Bitch magazine (my first introduction to ditties). I was a little disappointed by their analysis as well until I read some of the "ditties" which did seem kind of lame (hmm, kind of like this post). However, to give the inventor of "ditties" credit, she certainly came up with an idea that would get her product noticed. Has a new line of tampons ever created this much of a media stir?
Oh, yeah and tampon bowling is available courtesy of their website. Check it out:
http://www.dittie.com/bowling/index.htm
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Well, it seems as though I'm not going to get anything done right now and while I feel enriched by my journey through quizilla, I think that real blogging might be more productive. Truly, the quiz surfing was becoming mind-numbing.
I keep trying to work butI feel a bit paralyzed. I feel stuck in the mud. Not like quicksand with its panic-induced anxiety or icky and dirty. More like when I was a kid visiting the Barrier Islands off of the SC/NC coast and I was walking through the marshes, neck high in whatever substance marsh is and moving slowly scraping my legs on the shells of crustaceans embedded in the marsh and rocks bruising my toes. It feels like so much effort. Part of it is, I'm sure, the result of the anemia but what else? I don't know.
On a side note, I bought Stitch'n'Bitch and I'm going to try to take up knitting again. I've never managed to learn anything beyond the most simple casting. Maybe it can be my zen exercise. To calm my mind and help me focus. Or it could just provide me with another avoidance mechanism. Only time will tell. Perhaps I should just go to sleep. Oh, Beloved....
Beloved is my lovely kitty cat and sleeping companion.
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Angel.
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:: Thursday, October 14, 2004 ::
My pirate name is:
Bloody Mary Flint
Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!
Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.
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While watching the debates last night, I was impressed by how effectively Bush's folks prepared him for the debate. I am no fan of Dubya but there were times when he bordered on eloquent (well maybe that's an "ex-ag-er-a-tion" but at least fairly well-spoken. His strongest point was definitely when asked about his relationship to his wife and daughters. It was a rare moment when he actually seemed to speak from the heart and since this was the last question before closing statements, I'm a bit concerned by the impression it left. As a rabid anti-Republican and fervently anti-Bush (jr and sr) Democrat, I was chilled by my feelings towards his statements. If I didn't know and believe what I do about Bush, I would have been compelled by his discussion of his wife and daughters. On the other hand, Kerry's response to the same question seemed to lack the heartfelt resonance that I would hope for. I am, perhaps, exaggerating the impact that the one statement can have on an audience, but it still concerns me that the undecided voter might find this side of Bush compelling. And, since it was one of the last statements made, it has a stronger influence on the lasting impression of the audience. Of course the smirk/sneer smile that Bush wore for most of the evening certainly left a negative impression, while I think Kerry maintained a serious yet kind look throughout. Okay, I'm just afraid of four more years of the Bush regime.
:: Saturday, October 09, 2004 ::
In spite of Bush's "moment of glory," I think that Kerry was the more convincing candidate overall and would consider it a "win" for his campaign. Kerry is an amazingly skillful public speaker and one who has been clearly trained to be well-prepared and eloquent. Although there were moments where I cringed (there always are), it was usually over minor aspects probably overlooked by someone who was not sitting on the edge of her couch yelling at the television screen.
Here are a few of my debate observations:
Kerry was so well-informed about Missouri in the last debate and also seemed to be well-informed about Arizona last night that I was surprised that Bush didn't mention anything about Arizona. It seemed to me that Bush's folks would have taken a cue from Kerry and prepared him similarly. Although he may not have the same ability to remember numbers and I suppose that no information is better than incorrect information.
When did Dubya learn the word "litany"? C'mon, are we really supposed to buy that?
Kerry was, as usual, amazingly well-prepared and well-informed. If the elections were decided on debates alone, Kerry would be the victor, hands down.
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Obviously, I am as inconsistent in my blogging practices as I am in every other aspect of my life. Yet in spite of my spotty record, I will try again.
:: Thursday, April 15, 2004 ::
I've been doing some additional research on my Aspasia of Miletus paper (for my classical rhetoric class), which was actually due yesterday. However, due to the unreliable nature of our ILL system, I am still lacking some key materials. Anyway, in order to alleviate my feelings of guilt and anxiety, I am doing further research to see if there are things that I missed on my first five search ventures. Interestingly enough, I did find a few things; although they aren't really relevant to my paper. They are, however, relevant to my life. Most of them were located on blogs by fellow feminist rhetoricians, which inspired me to do a bit of blogging myself.Let's see if I can stick with it.
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One year ago today I found out that my best friend at Purdue. My first friend here and a person that I cared deeply about had died. It's been a strange day with alternating bouts of confusion, numbness, sadness and feelings of loss. There have been moments when I felt as though I would pass out from the numbness and confusion evoked by memories of Bill. As I was teaching today, I lost my train of though several times and reached the point of tears. I'm not even sure how I held it together through that class and then through my next one where at least I'm the student. Ironically, the room that my class is held in is the same room that I was sitting in a year ago when I found out. I kept seeing myself bent over the table crying silently while others in the room wept loudly. I remember every detail of that morning: my thoughts as I showered, the ride to campus, the chill that I felt from my still wet hair. All of it was with me today as it is every day; always waiting to catch me off guard and remind me of my loss, the sorrow and the anger.
:: Saturday, April 10, 2004 ::
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Well, I finally finished the incompletes that I had from the last spring semester when Bill died. I'm relieved to have all of that done, but now I feel a little lost. It's not that I'm short of things to do--that would never happen! I just feel increasingly anxious as the anniversary of Bill's death nears. It's almost as though I'm afraid its going to happen again. Will I lose another person that I love? It seems as though I wreak havoc everywhere I go and although I know in my mind that Bill's death was not my fault, I am still unable to convince my heart that it wasn't. I know that everything isn't about me and how truly egocentric it is to think so, but at the same time I feel that I inflict pain, directly or indirectly, on many of the people that I care about. I wonder if Bill didn't feel the same way. Did he feel that the world would be better off without him? That the people that he loved would suffer less if he was no longer there. I know how much more I've suffered since losing him and how much I'd give to have him back, but I'm not Bill. Everyone loved Bill and I seem to inspire dislike more than like. It's not that I feel no one loves me; that's not it at all. My close family and friends love me deeply but I think that on average I tend to put people off more often than I engender love or worse, I tend to engender love and then do something or fail to do something that results in my being actively disliked by those who were once friends. My, isn't this the maudlin piece! To post or not to post?
:: Thursday, March 18, 2004 ::
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An article in today's New York Times captured my interest through the writer's use of metaphor. The article, describing a "malicious worm" that has invaded computers causing them to "engage in other shady activities common to the bad neighborhoods of cyberspace." Perhaps I'm behind on the lingo, but I've never heard segments of cyberspace referred to as "bad neighborhoods" While calling cyberspace neighborhoods is, I suppose, reasonable it does still attribute characteristics of the "real" world to understanding those of the virtual. Yet adding the descriptive adjective, which in fact changes the noun since "bad neighborhood" functions as an independent term in our vocabulary, further imposes a vocabulary used to describe "real" places on spaces which in our terms are in fact not places at all.
I suppose it isn't that strange to describe cyberspace in terms of physical space since we have yet to develop a linguistic system capable of encompassing cyberspace without the aid of the linguistic system of physical space (not of course including computer languages which function as linguistic systems distinct and separate from what we are discussing). However, I'm struck by "bad neighborhoods," a term that denotes a space rampant with criminals and criminal activity, a term that functions to marginalize groups of undesirables by confining them to areas that the wealthy no longer desire. Are we then trying to enforce a similar system of marginalization on our criminals of cyberspace? Are we creating a cyber-ghetto? And what about the realities of the physical "bad neighborhoods"? Will the bad neighborhoods of cyberspace be populated by the poverty-stricken of the cyberworld? And how will we define "poverty-stricken"? "Real" poverty often keeps the poor out of cyberspace entirely; so who will serve as this cyber-underclass?
To read the article click here.
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Anybody interested in reading other thoughts of mine, here's the link to my Xanga site. It was the precursor of this site and I don't post to it any longer but it might be of interest to some.
:: Saturday, March 13, 2004 ::
For thoughts of a feminist rhetorician at Xanga click here.
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It's officially the first day of Spring Break and I'm sitting in a coffee house working. I'm afraid that this will be my daily activity throughout the break. Having spent the last month recovering from surgery, I have lots to catch up on, not to mention finishing the Incompletes that I got last Spring when Bill died.
:: Sunday, February 08, 2004 ::
Since coming to Purdue, I seem to have hit one bump after another and some of those bumps have been mountains. It's been such a struggle to keep things together; so I'm doing what I always do to deal with life problems--I'm working. I'm focusing on my teaching, which is my true love, and I'm trying to delve more deeply into my scholarship. My own work has really suffered the brunt of my personal difficulties. It's been difficult to concentrate and devote energy to both it and my teachingl; usually, my teaching takes precedent. It's still taking precedent, but I'm trying to use my scholarship to work through my problems. In the past when I've done this, I've written some of my best papers. I'm allowing my life to inform my scholarship and vice-versa, and to do this, I'm working on issues of trauma and cognition. This work is very close to me and will, I hope, help me to deal with some of the trauma in my life. So far, my teaching and my work have served only to help me push back my troubles so that I don't have to deal with them and maybe that's the best strategy for now. I just hope that I can stave them off long enough to finish my degree. Or maybe I'll be lucky enough to beable to deal with them in manageable pieces; although it never seems to play out that way. Back to work.
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Apparently I am incapable of regularly scheduled blogging.....
:: Friday, January 23, 2004 ::
I'm working on a project for my semantics class right now, using some classroom conversations that I recorded about five years ago. At the time I did a brief analysis of language, power and solidarity in a feminist classroom (the class was a graduate seminar in feminist political theory). During these recorded class sessions, one of my classmates made a humorous comment based on our readings of Catharine Mackinnon (feminist legal scholar/theorist). If you know anything about Mackinnon, you are probably asking yourself, "what could they have possibly found funny in Mackinnon." Well, we were discussing Mackinnon's assertion that all women are oppressed during sexual encounters with men, regardless of their level of consent, because, according to Mackinnon, the power dynamics of heterosexual encounters are inherently unbalanced. One classmate then whispered to another that she was going to "go home and get oppressed tonight" resulting in Coke-spewing laughter and requests to hear the joke from the rest of us. Using this humor broke us out of an intense discussion of female sexuality in which we were struggling with this depressing claim that implied that many of us in the room were either oppressed or oppressor in our sexual encounters. The joke that reappropriated the word "oppressed" and defanged it allowed us a much-needed respite from our discussion. In addition, it brought into question the "truth" of Mackinnon's claim. So, I'm hoping to use this event in the classroom to discuss the use of humor as a means of shifting power relations and as a means of establishing group solidarity. And that's about as far as I've gotten. I'm still scrambling for relevant research materials....so, I'd better get back to that.
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I've been exploring some different works on hypertext arguments in my quest to convert one of my academic papers to hypertext. I'm rather disappointed with the quality of the paper as a linear argument with two pages of endnotes and since the paper is about shifting definitions of writing and the use of new technologies in the writing classroom, hypertext seems to better suit the content of my argument. However, I find that some hypertext arguments are difficult for me to fully comprehend. They're great for gleaning relevant information during research but seem a little distracting to me when trying to read them in their entirety. I suppose that may be my problem: I'm trying to read them in the same way that I would read a linear, strictly print-based argument. Of course, this shouldn't be too surprising since I've had years of training based on linear models of writing and reading linearly seems most natural. On the other hand, with the exception of works of fiction, I have not necessarily followed that mode in practice. I'm not certain if my style of reading could be considered non-linear simply based on my tendency to jump to other books for more information as I am reading other texts. Actually, now that I think about it, I also tend to continue that jumping around based on what I found in the second book and so on. No wonder I end up with fifteen books in my bed at a time! So, I'm just wondering if my reading practices have always been this way and if not when they changed. I seem to remember doing this even as a child but it's so difficult to trace something like this, something so unobtrusive and seemingly natural. It's something that I'd never thought about until I started investigating hypertext.
:: Monday, January 19, 2004 ::
According to a few articles that I've seen (nothing extensive and I don't want to make any claims until I know more), hypertext is more closely aligned with human cognitive functioning. I know that it would be more aligned with my cognitive functioning since my patterns of thought tend to be a bit schizophrenic and oh so far from linear. According to my mother, who has referred to this quality as "being scatterbrained," I have been like this since I was quite young, but I wouldn't consider myself to be a good case-study of "normal" human brain activity. I guess that what I'm getting at is: how has the proliferation of digital media influenced these similarities between human cognition and hypertext? Does hypertext reflect the influence of human cognition on new technologies (allowing new forms of writing)? Or has human cognition altered as a result of technologies like hypertext (although not necessarily hypertext specifically)? And I suppose more specifically, how have our students been influenced by them?
This whole line of thought has come out of an article that I found on a type of search engine being developed. The engine uses artificial intelligence and an XML link based set of search properties instead of the usual key stroke based search engine. (Please do not consider this as a definition because I don't fully understand it yet.) I just wondered what connection this has to the study of semantics in linguistics. I'm going to try to find out more (with all that spare time of mine) but if anyone reads this who has more information, send me an email.
See, I told you my trains of thought are schizophrenic.
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Okay, so I finally return to the world of blogging and I can't get my posts to show up on the webpage! Oh, how I bemoan my lack of technological expertise.
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I actually have a decent webpage up and running. It's minimal, but at least all of the links work! Here's the address if anyone's interested . You can connect to my course websites from there as well as to other blogs and my current projects.
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Since I started this blog, I've been struggling with what to write. And as a result, I have been writing nothing.
:: Wednesday, October 01, 2003 ::
My main concern has been whether or not it is appropriate to include personal information in my blog, particularly since the public nature of the blog allows my students access. How much of my life do I feel comfortable showing? Tonight it occured to me that trying to shield my life beyond the classroom from my students is not only antithetical to my teaching philosophy but is also simply against my nature. I am not a closed off person. What I feel shows in my face. What I think shows in my eyes. Whenever I am visible to others, I am open to interpretation. I am not difficult to read and I value honest discourse most of all, which unfortunately often causes me problems. I talk. I talk a lot and when I talk, I am not secretive. As a result things are overheard or misheard and misunderstandings and other craziness ensues. This is why I've avoided writing publicly. I'm afraid of writing and being misunderstood or having others distort my ideas. However, I teach writing and I employ blogs in that teaching of writing. How, then, can I ask my students to write openly and speak openly and put their words out there with all of the possibilities for misunderstanding if I myself am unable to do the same? So, I am reentering the world of blogging and engaging in an ongoing conversation with those who might read this and with those whose works I read. I am also learning, along with my students, how creating dialogues might help us to enrich our lives as human beings and enable us to engage in the struggle for critical literacy.
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Welcome to my website. You can expect disproportionately feminist ideas and probably a lot of academe-speak, since I am currently a graduate student in rhetoric and composition.
I've placed links that are important to me in the sidebar. The fEMMINISTA website is currently underdeveloped (it's malnourished due to the excessive amounts of work that a grad student + composition instructor must endure) but the organization itself is about to start walking. It's still at the cruising stage right now (again, all that pesky work). fEMMINISTA is one of the three most important things in my life (the other two are my teaching and Suliman, the love of my life). fEMMINISTA is the child of my activist-self, who needed to become better acquainted with my academic-self. In other words, my love of feminist theory needed to work with my need to be active in working for social change. I needed to bridge the theory and practice within myself (oddly, I feel that this lacks lucidity). Thus, fEMMINISTA was born during the writing of a paper on Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. The paper, "Girls Kick Ass: Buffy, the Vampire Slayer as Third Wave Feminist," focuses on the need to establish community among feminists. Audre Lorde expresses, quite eloquently, this need for community. Her statement nicely encapsulates my philosophy:
"As women, we have been taught either to ignore
our differences, or toview them as causes for
separation and suspicion rather than as forces for
change. Without community there is no liberation,
only the most vulnerable and temporary armistice
between an individual and her oppression. But
community must not mean a shedding of our differences,
nor the pathetic pretense that these differences do not exist."
To use Donna Harraway's term, I desire an affinity. I believe that we must come to an understanding that communal identity and individual identity are not mutually exclusive. That one does not have to be sacrificed in order to embrace the other. Only then will we be able to affect long-lasting and significant social change and I believe that this change should come about, not by pushing a certain agenda (which basically amounts to changing who is in power rather than the structure that the inequities are based on), but by sharing information and ideas. To not try to convince people that we are right and that they are wrong but to give them information that will allow them to make an informed choice regarding their beliefs. I believe that most people would agree with or at least listen to the ideas of feminism(s) if they had more than a media-image of feminism. (You know the one: we all hate men but we want to be like men because that's what lesbians want and you know that, like Pat Robertson says, we're all lesbians who hate men and practice witchcraft or something to that effect). I'm going to pause here because my grad student duties are calling and I'm afraid they're going to disturb my neighbors.
One more thing: the paper that I wrote, my first conference paper, brought into my life the three things that I love most: I got the idea for fEMMINISTA; I presented the conference paper (my first) at Purdue University's Third Wave Feminism Symposium and while looking for things to do while I was in West Lafayette at the conference, I discovered that Purdue has quite the English department. I applied; I was accepted; I was offered a teaching assistantship; I moved to Indiana. After beginning graduate work at Purdue, I discovered their amazing Rhetoric and Composition Program and as I learned more about rhet/comp, I realized that rhet/comp would allow me to do what I most wanted: study women's writing not just women's literature. In rhet/comp, I can see how I am becoming a better teacher as well as a better scholar, as I indulge in my love of feminist pedagogies. Finally, moving to Lafayette enabled me to meet my boyfriend/fiance/love of my life and no force on this planet could convince me that all of those decisions were not worth the effort, even if Suliman was the only love that I found through making them. Two years ago I knew nothing about Purdue University and if someone had told me that I'd end up in Indiana, I would have laughed at them. But here I am, a girl from South Carolina who has met the love of her life, a veterinarian from Jordan, in Indiana of all places.
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is this thing on?
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