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“be cool, you guys” revisited: on identity theft and ignorant behavior

Last updated: Tuesday, Sept. 7, 10:05 a.m.: The author of the blog described below has acknowledged that the comments posted using my sister’s online identity were not, in fact, posted by the “real” Laura, and she has removed them from her blog. Obviously, I believe this was the right decision and I’m glad and relieved that the comments have been deleted.


My sister learned today that someone has been using her information to troll other websites. This person has been posting ignorant, hateful things and linking them to Laura’s online identity. She has contacted the owner of one blog in particular, asking to have the comments removed, but the blog’s owner has refused to respond to her requests and has even deleted two different attempts* to post a disavowal of the most offensive comments.

My sister is crushed. I, on the other hand, am deeply pissed.

Because it’s bad enough that someone is evil and mean-spirited enough to slander someone else’s name–if my sister is right in her guess, the guy who’s using her identity is someone who spent a lot of time posting mean and petty comments on her blog, which she deleted until she finally decided to block him.

You hear that? When someone posts offensive material to your blog, you have two really good options: remove the offensive content, or block the commenter.

The owner of the trolled blog did neither. Instead, she took the low road: She tossed out insults, told “laura” to go fuck herself, and used the offensive content to spew even MORE offensive content.

For example:

The blog author, who is a Muslim, wrote about her frustration over American anti-Muslim rhetoric over a proposed masjid near Ground Zero, and as one of her key points explained that Muslims are a tolerant and diverse group, and that masjids

host a very wide cross-section of people. There are old people there, like, really old people who are so conservative and traditional it’d make your head spin. There are people like Mama and Papa Hoomster, nearing retirement age, people with one foot in each country. There are middle-aged folks who were the first real folks born here. There are people my age, young professionals who are more closely tied to America than they ever will be to another country. There are people younger than me, school children. It’s not just a bunch of crusty immigrants who barely speak English talking about the white devil and the imperialist America. There are folks that converted to Islam – Caucasians, African Americans, Asians. People from all walks of life who identify themselves as Muslims and Americans and find the idea that the two are exclusive in any way completely laughable.

Point one made by the author: Muslims are tolerant and willing to embrace diverse peoples. Hold onto that while I identify point two: That she’s tired of people who reinforce “the ‘ignorant American’ stereotype.” She’s tired, she explains, of people repeating the ridiculous argument that building a masjid near Ground Zero means the terrorists have won. She writes:

Give me a fucking break. I’ve seen so many people (that I follow on Twitter), people that I thought were intelligent and well informed, or at least made a semblance of an attempt to be, express this sentiment. And my respect for them plummeted in the face of such a ridiculous, xenophobic remark. Guys, you’re really not helping the ‘ignorant American’ stereotype. You’re really not.

Ok, just to recap: Muslims are tolerant and she’s sick of Americans acting hostile and ignorant. Now let’s take a look at how this author, who abhors intolerance, hostility, and ignorance, responds to the comment posted by the “laura” sockpuppet.

First, some apparently ‘real’ person posted a comment arguing that building a masjid near Ground Zero would be ‘inappropriate.’ The laura sockpuppet wrote this:

And the blog’s author, the one who hates intolerance, ignorance, and hostility, responded with this:

This same blogger, the one who hates intolerance, ignorance, and hostility, has used my sister as a foil multiple times, even once going so far as to suggest Laura and people like her are “retarded.” Talk about intolerance, ignorance, and hostility!

Seriously: be cool, you guys. And if you can’t be cool, then at least be smart enough to realize when you’ve just turned into a caricature of yourself.

We know that trolling, griefing, and sockpuppetry–use of an online identity for the purpose of deception–are the cost of interacting with social media. What we hope is that people who are smart and motivated enough to maintain an active blog are also smart, motivated, and mature enough to address these in a productive way. I’ll tell you what’s not productive: Using a griefer to grief right back–not only allowing but actively contributing to a hostile, ignorant, and intolerant discourse. It’s not productive, it’s not helpful or useful, and it’s certainly not worth the waste of energy and time it takes to read.

It’s not clear to me why this blog’s owner allowed the sockpuppet’s abhorrent comments to remain on her blog but deleted* my sister’s attempts to set the record straight–Laura was only trying to explain that she absolutely did not subscribe to the ideas attributed to her by the griefer. The only thing I can think is that this is someone who doesn’t particularly care about pesky things like truth, decency, and common courtesy.

*Update: Thursday, Sept. 2, 10:48 p.m.: It appears that the two comments that the real Laura posted today were not deleted, as I wrote above, but delayed for moderation. The author of the blog has since published today’s comments, though as of this update the earlier comments, posted by the sockpuppet laura, remain intact. I’ll post another update if and when the previous comments are deleted.

on openness in academia: why I’ll be posting my coursework online

cross-posted at the HASTAC blog.

Academics don’t really like to share.

There are lots of reasons for this, and many of the reasons are built right into the foundations of the ivory tower. We can’t forget that the success of the modern university depends on a scarcity principle: There is important knowledge available inside of those gates, and not everybody can access it, and the knowledge is therefore worth paying for. The more exclusive universities presumably offer more exclusive knowledge to a much smaller set of students, which means they are therefore worth even more money.

And god knows there are plenty of universities that want to leverage scarcity: There are more than 4,000 institutions of higher education in the United States alone, according to the National Center for Education Statistics. That makes scarcity a hard sell for prospective students, and it adds another wrinkle: Academics who want to attain prominence in their field need to prove they have something to offer that the bajillion other academics in their field don’t have. For many scholars–especially early-career academics–that means sequestering their work off from public view. There’s good reason for this: The best thinkers recognize a good idea when they see one, and they’re likely to latch on to good, useful ideas. While there aren’t too many academics who would plagiarize outright someone else’s research, there are many who would appropriate a big idea or two for use in their own work and, potentially, get their name attached to ideas that came from some poor scholar who hasn’t hit the big time yet.

For better or worse–I think for better–the scarcity model of scholarship and education has been replaced by an abundance model. At least in theory, new technologies make it possible for practically every American to access knowledge and information that was previously protected by the gatekeepers of higher education. These gatekeepers include a k-12 education system that prepares wealthier, whiter kids for a white-collar trajectory while preparing poorer, darker-skinned kids for the working class; a financial aid system that offers scholarships to the wealthiest and the highest-achieving kids and grants to the poorest kids, but almost nothing for everyone in between; and a general educational culture that discriminates against nontraditional students including older learners and parents. At least in theory, new technologies and virtual communities make it possible for everyone to access and make use of knowledge and research from the most prominent universities in the world.

If the university wants to survive, therefore, it needs to find a new model to replace the scarcity approach to knowledge-sharing. This starts with learning how to share–breaking down the goddamned walls academics erect to “protect” our research. Here’s what the fantastic blog Scholarly Communications @ Duke has to say about openness in academia:

There are many reasons to share scholarship, and very few reasons to keep it secret.  Scholarship that is not shared has very little value, and the default position for scholars at all levels ought to be as much openness as is possible.  There are a few situations in which it is appropriate to withhold scholarship from public view, but they should be carefully defined and circumscribed.  After all, the point of our institutions is to increase public knowledge and to put learning at the service of society.  And there are several ways in which scholars benefit personally by sharing their work widely…. Openness should be the default for academic work, and closed access only an alternative when there are clear and coherent reasons that justify it.

I am one hundred percent on board with this stance, though the devil is, of course, in the details. What reasons justify closed access? What constitutes “sharing” scholarship, and which tools–blogs? wikis? open-access peer reviewed journals?–are best for sharing? Is simply sharing research sufficient, or does true openness require active collaboration with other scholars?

These are questions worth exploring, and as part of my exploration, I plan to make my academic work and development as public as possible. To this end, I’ve decided to make much of my coursework available to others by posting it to my blog. I hope that in doing this, I can offer access not only to my developing ideas but also to the process of my own development as an educational researcher. I believe that openness is not a thing so much as it’s an activity, a process, a series of small and large decisions, and I want to be honest and transparent about how and why I make those decisions.

Everything on my blog–including all coursework I post–is licensed under a  Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. This means you can feel free to share, adapt, and remix my work, but you can’t make any money off of it and you gotta give me credit and, most importantly, anything that uses content from my blog must be made available for others’ use in exactly the same way.

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desperately seeking female academics to stalk

Recently, while revisiting and updating my blogroll for the move to this url, I decided to add a category I called “academics I sort of stalk.” I imagined this as the place where I would make public, and publicly follow, the thinkers whose work matters most to my scholarship.*

Problem: my “academics I sort of stalk” category is disproportionately loaded up with men.

I work in the field of Digital Media and Learning, and I’m interested in the work of geeky education folks and learning-focused media studies folks. And while loads of these folks are women, online activity focusing on these categories is overwhelmingly dominated by men–primarily by white men. Female (and/or queer and/or nonwhite) researchers are doing lots of important thinking in these areas, but for the most part they’re not doing it online–or, at least, they’re not doing it online as actively, or as persistently, as male academics are. I tried really hard to diversify my portfolio: I scoured my twitter community. I pored over the most recent AERA program. I searched the Cambridge Handbook of the Learning Sciences. I searched through other people’s blogrolls. Lots of female academics have blogs; and lots of those blogs haven’t been updated in months and months.

(And just to head you off at the pass: Yes, I know about danah boyd. Now give me the name of a second woman who is approximately as prominent as boyd; and tell me how long it took you to think of that second woman.)

There are at least four reasons for the continued online dominance of men.

1. Women have to deal with a lot of guff. You may remember Clay Shirky’s “rant about women,” wherein Shirky suggested women who want to advance their careers try to behave more like men. There’s this assertion that bringing more women into the Linux community makes said community not more productive, not more creative, not more dynamic, but more sexy. (Read rebuttals here and here.)

2. Guyspeak (still) dominates. The internet was built by men. The spaces that dominate our online experiences–Twitter, Facebook, Google, Digg, Slashdot, the concept of blogging–were designed by men. The fact that many of these spaces are occupied by equal amounts men and women does not change the fact that male Discourse is the default in these spaces; it’s built right into the very fabric of their designs. To successfully participate, women need to understand the Discourse of those spaces; to maintain a presence in those spaces, women need to engage with and leverage elements of male Discourse themselves. It’s not a coincidence that female social media users tend to be white, well educated, and wealthy–it’s not just a male Discourse, after all; it’s a Discourse that also privileges middle class white people. (See this Pew study of minority use of the internet; this study of internet use patterns among women; and this fantastic piece [.pdf] by Nicole Zillien & Eszter Hargittai on status-specific types of internet usage.)

3. It’s hard to be respected as a female academic. According to this AAUP report, women are less likely than men to be granted tenure; less likely than men to even be hired for a tenure-track position; less likely than men to achieve the rank of full professor; and likely to earn less pay than men once they attain a faculty position. Digital participation does not count toward a person’s tenure status; most tenure committees won’t acknowledge material published online as scholarly work.

It’s probably not much of a coincidence, then, that danah boyd, the one well-known academic who maintains a persistent online presence, is employed not by a university but by Microsoft.

4. It’s hard to be respected as a female academic. The other problem is that the category of “prominent academic” is populated by and large by men. “You could be the female Jim Gee.” “She’s the female antidote to Clay Shirky.” “She’s the female version of Seymour Papert.” How often do you hear: “He’s like a male danah boyd.” “Seymour Papert was like a male Sherry Turkle.” Never, that’s how often.

Even people (like me!) who are actively seeking female academics to stalk struggle to break out of a belief system that values men’s voices over women’s voices. I follow the work of far more men than I do women, and I believe I’m less likely to recognize and value an innovative female academic than I am an innovative male academic. I’m a product of my culture, after all.

So I’d like your help. Who am I missing? Which female, queer, nonwhite thinkers working in Digital Media and Learning belong on my list of academics to stalk? You can, by the way, nominate yourself.

* I am, by the way, fully open to the possibility that the name for this category is offensive to some readers, and I am willing to change it if you would like me to.

top 11 sleeping alone and starting out early posts

My previous blog, sleeping alone and starting out early, is dead. I did port the content over to making edible playdough is hegemonic, and in so doing I had a chance to file through the more than 200 posts I tossed up on the internet. Some of them were pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. Because they’re likely to be pretty much buried for good now that my world has moved on, I wanted to highlight my 10 favorite posts from my days at sleeping alone and starting out early. These aren’t necessarily my best posts; they’re just my favorites. I’ve listed them below, ordered approximately according to how much of a favorite each post is.

1. NYTimes headline: When Stars Twitter, a Ghost May Be Lurking. This may be my favorite post, period. I’m sad that it didn’t get much readership. The title comes from a NYTimes article about celebrities who have other people manage their Twitter feeds, but I had hoped the story would be about astronomy. So I rewrote it. I’d be really happy if you took a look.

2. on homophobia, classism, and the politics of rape: Don Belton and Bloomington’s Pride Film Festival Don Belton, a gay, African-American professor at Indiana University, was killed by his lover (a white ex-Marine) on Christmas Day 2009. Bloomington’s Pride Film Festival was dedicated to Belton’s memory. I found this problematic. I wrote:

Leaving aside issues of race–not because I think we should leave those issues aside, but because I’m not qualified to talk about race–we craft a narrative around Belton and Griffin, and it’s a narrative that points to deep class assumptions that hover above issues of gender and sexual orientation. It’s the same sort of narrative that frames, for example, the story of Tiger Woods and his multiple mistresses (“Cocktail waitresses! Pancake servers! Why’s Tiger rooting around in the trash?!?”), our attitudes toward celebrities (“Britney Spears–you can take the girl out of Hicksville, but….”), and the political decisions that undergird our social structure.

It’s easier and simpler to use Belton’s murder as a touchstone for conversations about the state of gay rights in America. In fact, this story, like all stories worth telling, is far more complicated and multithreaded. Like all stories worth telling, the work of interpreting the details is far less clearcut than it seems upon first blush.

3. Blog for International Women’s Day: a call to end ‘horizontal violence.’ In response to a call for bloggers to reflect on the theme of International Women’s Day, “equal rights, equal opportunity: Progress for all,” I wrote about the “divide and conquer” tactic that pits women against each other. I wrote:

On International Women’s Day, I’m calling for more attention to the long revolution, for more attention to the difficult and complicated work of building a movement based on solidarity, mutual respect and support, and making room for a variety of voices, interests, and needs. I’m calling for more attention to the ways in which we hurt each other, diminish the voices of our comrades, use any power we gain individually as a weapon against others who would like a little bit of power too.

4.Excuse me while I go all John Lennon on you. AdBusters had this “one flag” competition intended to establish one flag under which to unite the world. But–oops–every single judge of this competition was a white man. I wrote about this, obviously, but also about how we might imagine a world in which “flag” does not mean “territory” or “ownership,” but something very different:

We say that humans are by nature territorial, and that notions like nations, borders, governments and flags emerged from that essentially human trait. But it might have been otherwise, as the Adbusters winning flag suggests. We can imagine a world in which a block of cloth tossed up a pole means not “this land is claimed for the American government and is subject to its government and laws” but “the swimming pool is now open” or “mitosis has occurred” or “a block of cloth has been tossed up a pole.”

It might have been otherwise, and in this case the flag whose very image is that which means to us the exact opposite of “territory”–sky, the very opposite to us of land–won the contest because it helps us to imagine how it might have been otherwise. In fact, we might say the winning flag is not just the flag itself but the image of that block of cloth against a matching sky.

People drifting and gathering like clouds across the bright sky. No term to describe the notions of “borders,” of “boundaries,” no country or continent, no power exerted by the notion of “patriotism” and therefore no jingoisms, no xenophobia, no need for the complex of feelings and intentions exerted by patriotism as it currently exists in our networks of existence.

5. zomg these guys are so racist. I found some incredibly racist people saying some incredibly racist things on the internet. So I blogged about them:

I just found out about American Renaissance Magazine, a disgusting neo-conservative platform for justifying loathsomely cretinous attitudes toward race clearinghouse for neo-conservative articles that support white supremacist beliefs. I’m finding it impossible, actually, to describe this site in a way that could be remotely considered unbiased, so I’ll just let it speak for itself:

American Renaissance is a monthly magazine that has been published since 1991. It has been called “a literate, undeceived journal of race, immigration and the decline of civility.”
Well played, American Renaissance. The phrasing of this description completely conceals the fact that the praise you’re quoting comes from the founder of the magazine himself, white supremacist Jared Taylor.

6. Actually, “Snakes on a Plane” wasn’t that bad…jk jk jk. In the dubbed-over cable version of “Snakes on a Plane,” Samuel L. Jackson says this: “I have had it with these monkeyfighting snakes on this Monday to Friday plane!” I found this too awesome to not blog about it.

7. eppur si muove: a defense of Twitter. Galileo was rumored to have said “eppur si muove” (and yet it moves) after being forced by the Church to recant his assertion that the Earth revolves around the sun. This post takes on the general complaint that Twitter is filled up with meaningless drivel, inane babble, and banal missives; I argue that people who see Twitter in this way are missing the engine that keeps it growing and changing.

8. why educated elites are lame, by a member of the educated elite. I wrote that

the dross that exists on the internet has always existed; it’s just that until the emergence of participatory media, the educated elites never had to lower themselves to engaging with it. Lame ideas, poorly designed creative works, ignorant or bigoted political stances, and individual identity work had no avenue for widespread expression, and so the people in charge got to act like none of the above actually existed. And, for all cultural intents and purposes, none of the above actually did exist.

Let me put a finer point on this: The decline-in-quality argument is an elitist stance in reaction to the transformative democratic potential of social media for the unwashed masses. I say this as an educated elite, as someone who has benefited as much as the next guy from the ability to participate in the dominant group’s dominant Discourse.

9. on ageism, sexism, and bad behavior: what we can learn from Dave Winer This guy felt he had been the victim of ageism and lashed out at the world, both on Twitter and on his blog. Which is fine, except that he sort of has a reputation of being a little bit petty and mean when he perceives someone is criticizing him, so this turns him into a little bit of the boy who cried wolf. I wrote this:

There are at least two lessons to draw from the Winer / ageism story: First, that the worn grooves of prejudice and discrimination are so, so easy for humans, flawed as we are, to fall into, and that it is our responsibility to guard against taking that easy path; and second, that bad behavior in communities of practice is still not okay, no matter who you are. The difference these days, of course, is that reputation not only precedes you but follows behind you like a little yipping terrier. It’s getting harder and harder to walk into a room you’ve never entered without everyone noticing the constant bark of that little dog.

10. smacking down Jaron Lanier & ‘World Wide Mush’. Okay, I’ll admit that the main reason I like this post so much is that Howard Rheingold liked it too. But I also think it’s a good example of my position with respect to social technologies. I wrote this:

Lanier of all people should know that the often anonymous, often trivial and often problematic Wikipedia model is only one approach to collaboration, and one that works–and often works very well–for fairly low-stakes and longer-term goals. You don’t cite Wikipedia in a White House briefing on Islam in Nigeria, for example, but you do cite Wikipedia in proving to your brother-in-law that Breakfast at Tiffany’s was released just at the very beginning of the 1960′s, just like you said it was. (Did you get that, Dean? 1961.)

11. how to eat pistachios and where to buy your jeans. Levi-Strauss Jeans Co. created this fake campaign called Go Forth! It was intended to harness the very American desire to travel, to shake free of our moorings, to meet on the road, surrounded by the vastness, and to connect. Anyway, they created this backstory about a prodigal cousin who left gold bars strewn across the country; they had beautiful, touching commercials; and it was all a fake manufactured to sell more product. I got pissed. So I wrote about it.

why I’m over here now

I’m not going to spend a lot of time on a self-indulgent post about why I left Blogger and came to WordPress, why I decided to pay for web hosting, and what I’ve learned about blogging, web design, web hosting services, and slowly and deliberately building a digital footprint. Because you don’t care about that stuff! And if I were you, I wouldn’t care about it either. (Unless, like me, you spent months wringing your hands over how to transition to a web hosting service, which service to use, and what services to pay for. In that case, I suggest you do what I did: ask your Personal Learning Network. If they’re anything like mine, they’ll come through for you.)

I do want to briefly explain why the transition included a name change for my blog. I want to explain why sleeping alone and starting out early is now making edible playdough is hegemonic.

When I started blogging about a year and a half ago, I was a serious and driven little guy. I was also just starting to find my footing as a writer and academic, and the blog that emerged during those early months was a product of my early efforts to name and claim my role in the world. The name sleeping alone and starting out early comes from a poem I had written that focused on both the anxiety and the solace of solitude.

The anxiety and solace of solitude were other aspects of what I’ve been working through. The notion of sleeping alone and starting out early was an ethos, an approach to life that privileged rigor and routine over community and discourse and friendship and love. I no longer believe that sleeping alone and starting out early is the best strategy for making sense of one’s life, and it’s certainly no longer my only strategy for making sense of my life. The title that described me so perfectly a year and a half ago simply no longer applies.

As for the new title: It comes from a post that marked a turning point in my thinking about equity, education, and educational research. It’s also a fun assertion to make, and by the way pretty typical of the types of assertions I tend to make in my everyday social and academic interactions. Others may say: Aren’t there potential downsides to teaching science through the making of edible playdough? Or I find this approach to science education somewhat problematic. Who has two thumbs and resists making bold, sweeping stances on complex social issues? Not this guy!

omg I just talked to Howard Rheingold

You can keep your Robert Pattinsons and Miley Cyruses and whichever other beautiful prepubescent sexy people you young people idolize these days. My idols are people like these folks:

That guy in the lower lefthand corner is Howard Rheingold, who is by just about all accounts one of the kindest, happiest, most curious, most fascinating, most colorful, and most thought-provoking media theorists around. (If you want proof, take a look at this little gem of his writing.)

Because Howard is kind and supportive of other aspiring intellectuals, I’ve had email conversations and twitter conversations and blog conversations with Howard. There’s this interesting feature of the new technologies that swell around us, see: They efface the distance–perceived and real–between our idols and our selves. If you’re patient enough and quick enough, you can use these new technologies to climb right up on the pedestals your heroes are standing on and tap them on the shoulder.

And today in a webchat I got to talk to Howard–with my voice–about crap detection, participatory culture, and pedagogy. It. Was. Awesome.

It may soon enough be the case that the structures and norms that allowed us to toss up celebrities and intellectuals as cultural heroes–well, it may soon enough be the case that those structures crumble, leaving our heroes in the rubble at our feet. I’m young enough to hope it’ll happen in my lifetime but old enough that I may not be able to fully shake the notion of the celebrity as icon. After all, I grew up alongside this:

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And yes, I know that a huge chunk of Americans have never even heard of Howard Rheingold (or Lisa Delpit or Paulo Freire or Jim Gee or Henry Jenkins or Yasmin Kafai) and that these people don’t count as ‘celebrities,’ as least not in the “zomg the paparazzi are everywhere” sense. I don’t care. As Intel explains, our rock stars aren’t like your rock stars.

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thoughts on creative writing, MFA programs, and the social beat

I recently participated in a local event called Ignite Bloomington, where my co-presenter, Christian Briggs, and I performed a poem we called “the social beat.”

The design of the background images, the development of the poem, and the planning of the performance were all completed collaboratively; this was by far the most collaborative creative project I’ve ever been involved in. I say that as a graduate of an MFA program who spent three years doing almost nothing but creative work. I say that as someone who intentionally moved away from what I’m coming to see as the antiquated approach to writing that pervades creative writing programs around the country.

I write more now, and more creatively, and with more enthusiasm, than I ever did during my days as a ‘poet.’ In part, this is because the primary type of writing I do these days is far more public and persistent, and more closely linked to issues that matter deeply to me, than was the writing I did as a creative writing major. But the writing I do nowadays is also more aligned with my ethos: These days, I embrace openness, collaboration, and collective knowledge-building; and producing, circulating, and building upon others’ ideas online meets these interests nicely. In fact, this “writing publicly for a networked public” thing meets my needs like gangbusters.

Creative writing, at least in the MFA-program sense of the term, never did meet my needs or interests. It felt too far out of my control. We more or less buy the idea of the “muse”–call it flow if you want, call it the zone, call it whatever you want, but what it means is that we embrace this strange idea that the greatest works emerge when you can set your conscious mind a little bit to the side and let your unconscious break through to the surface. It had to happen in silence. It had to happen alone. And you couldn’t control it. You could only control the circumstances that make it more likely to happen.

Sure, fine. We need people to make those great brilliant works by betting on the muse. But that way of thinking about writing is just not for me–it never has been. I’m more into the “how do you get to Carnegie Hall” approach to writing, which is why blogging, and the attendant potential readership, appeals so much to me.

And when it comes to creative writing, I’m kinda into this “collaboration” thing. Coordinating the partnership is tricky and time-consuming, but if you find the right partner you end up standing on each other’s shoulders, finishing with something better than any one of you could have written on their own. One thing I know for sure is that the work that came out of my collaboration with Christian is better, stronger, more powerful than anything I could have come up with on my own. I’m proud of this work, maybe prouder than I was of any poem I wrote on my own, and I’m proud to include the poem and a video of our performance of it below.

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the social beat
{implosion::explosion}
Jenna McWilliams & Christian Briggs

let’s walk it backwards:
when a girl
in a field
face shielded from the sun
looks out at you and smiles
you think something has begun
but that’s not a smile
it’s a grimace it’s a sneer
you’ve got that camera around your face and a 21st century leer

but it’s a circle, a cycle, a snake that eats its tail
explosion, says mcluhan, split the instrument from the wail
and now we’re walking that split backwards to where the hammer meets the nail
to where the language meets its speaker and the face removes its veil

is this a flat world?
a kind world?
a world framed as a game?
what’s the win state?
who’s losing?
should we send it all up in flames?
and with every change we fight for does it all just stay the same?

explosion:
in 1984 papert blew up the school or said computers would
{they didn’t
or if they did, they hid it}
it’s a long revolution
a slow evolution
characterized by dilution and diffusion
and confusion
sometimes, but joy too, and profusion, collusion and elocution
and hope, and motion, and implosion
of space and time and multiple uses
we lifted our tech and it calmly spoke through us.

implosion: the same plane with the same name moves us and rushes us and smooshes us together
that long walkway is us walking away from the everyday pulleys and gears of our years
we climb onto the tech we climb into the sky
we can collaborate now we can elaborate now we can fly

it’s gonna crash
the school becomes a skull
its planks and its floorboards and its chalkboards and its front doors flash past us like shrapnel
as we dash past with laptops
the floor’s falling in and we have them building backdrops and stage props in woodshop.

they’re gonna fall
explode in on themselves, the freight and the chaos
beams buckling, roof knuckling under the weight
as crowds spill like kindling into the street
meeting each other again flinting and squinting again in the sun {ignite}

it’s all going under
it’s all yellow light slanting sideways across shining faces
it’s thunder
it’s traces of ozone it’s acres of blight
as we push back the night as it grinds to a crawl as the old ladies watch and wonder
they’re gonna go under

but the story’s not finished
they’re gonna defend
they’ll never give in. they learned how to stand in an age of their father’s machine.
they’re clean.
so they defend. and they default. and they defer
to the icon and its policies and its politics and its poetry
we automate the manual. now our hands are clean on the path to hell

cue eye roll.
we know how to build, we can do it again. so we build.
and we machinate. and we slap down machines to palliate the children
we fill them as if they were containers.
it’s heinous.
it took two days for those green machines to fill up with guess what? porn.

we’ve had millennia now of dissemination, maybe it’s time to change the story
to disovulation: one perfect idea at a time, sent out into the world
then we’ll let you guys fight over who gets to claim it.
or blame it.
millennia now of the Churchills the Hitlers the Gateses the Jobses the Spitfires and Messerschmittses and Habermas and Hobbeses

like a girl
in a field
face shielded from the sun
is still inside the lines
where something has begun

it’s the circle, the cycle, the snake has caught its tail
the explosion’s moving backward though the timid first will fail

the tots will test it, resisting with a poke, a prod, a post
the slightest and the smallest seem the most benign of rabble
filling up the tubes with what will mostly seem a babble
to defenders of the past

now they’re teens
on the street
the lines are giving way
babble turned to business
as the structures start to sway
but still defenders are within this
scene, clutching for the days….
that will no longer be..

you see…

the teens have grown and jumped the lines
we’re not walled in and not walled out
nor confined by any doubt
instead we clamber for the time
when all that’s in will all be out
a coalescing of the minds
whose synaptastics speed the time

technology will take its place
a toy a tool connecting us
aiding a collective us
crushing in both time and space
freeing up the play in us

we are those girls
in our fields
faces turned toward ever
y one
collectively reflecting on the
thing that has begun
or is it ending as it rends us?
the scream igniting as it mends us?
unbends us and upends us:
a lick of flame, a bonfire, night brought shrieking to the sun
a slow sermon whispered softly:
there is much that must be done.

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One year and 235 posts later…

Today is the one-year anniversary of the establishment of this blog. I count my decision to start this blog, and after that decision the decisions to cultivate it, populate it, and spread the word about it as the most significant aspect of my developing identify as an academic.

And I don’t mean “academic” in the stuffy, yes-quite kind of way, either. I mean that the decision to start this blog–a decision that came suddenly, without much by way of any warning–was a decision to speak. It was a decision to move from “Yes, that’s something I care about, and I wish there was something I could do about it” to “Yes, I care about that, and here’s what I think about it and here’s what I’m doing to change things.”

I love blogging. It has opened doors for me. It has allowed me to say things I wouldn’t have otherwise had the space to say, to people I want to hear those things. And if I sometimes go a little overboard on extolling the virtues of blogging, it’s only because I hope for everyone to experience a similar falling away of the weights and chains that for so long kept me close to the earth.

I have a dim memory of the person I was before–a much smaller, much timider person who was horrified at the prospect of taking up too much space or too much of your time. I know that version of me is killed for good, and I’m glad for it. I hope that all of you have the chance, at least once, to experience this kind of total transformation. I hope you get the chance to experience the power of some tool, some network, some community, some practice, online or off, to change your life and trajectory and goals and plans for good.