I am an occasional poet, and also I write hypertext. I am interested in literary aesthetics as it pertains to hypertext, and so I found it interesting to read Jim Rosenberg’s Hypertext Poetics
Archive for June, 2004
Cambridge community Television
http://www.cctvcambridge.org/
i’m blogging from the waiting room!
EUREKA: insyn
Grand text Auto added another link to its list the other day, one which introduced me to an exciting new idea.
I have no idea to pronounce it, but there is a word for a new idea, one I agree with whole heartedly. In particleblog, author Mail Tadhg discusses a term called insynote>the idea that the things that you play with on your playstation or xbox can actually have substance and not be just about cheap thrills.
I would like to suggest that the thing called insyn is really jsut a part of a larger idea. It is not just that video games can be art, its that all the crap in our whole (pop)culture could be, if we let it.
coursework in Hypertext
I’ve been combing through piles and piles of coursework that’s out there on the subject of hypertext theory and literature. I found a class that I would really want to take: The Catholic University of America’s text and Technology class
Beowulf In Hypertext
Here is the complete text, in the origional and in modern English, serchable and with commentary. read this if you haven’t. Its awesome.
I’m going to be on TV!!!!!
It was one week, to the hour, since my arrival in boston. I had just completed a poetry reading. It was the third reading I have attended this week. You wouldn’t believe the lunacy I’ve seen, passed off as poetry, or maybe you would, in which case you have my sympathy. This reading was not so fraught with lunacy, and so I decided to read a few of my poems.
I started with “Housekeeping” and the poem was well received. I was nervous, because one of the previous poets actually made a few people cry, and one of the other poets illustrated his work with sculptures.
I read: “The House in the Yard”, I read three works in progress, and I closed with “Self-Mutilation”
Afterwards, there was a man discreetly making his rounds to congratulate his favorite poets. i stepped outside for some air, and when I came back inside to get my things, the man called my name from across the room, which was now essentially empty. I was shocked. Being a stranger in this city, I am entirely unaccustomed to the sound of my own name, and also to the idea that someone might remember it. He said that so-and-so has had to call in sick and there’s a spot available for a poet on television this week. He asked me if I would like to take his place and be one of the featured artists on Boston’s cable channel. I accepted the offer, of course, and promptly made my way to an Irish pub for a celebratory drink.
Cambridge Community television
Tomorrow at four PM I’ll show up for my first ever television appearance, my fifteen minutes of fame might just be about to begin, who knows? And to think, I’ve only been in Boston for a week!
The Writings of George Washington
As part of my ongoing interest in old texts preserved online, I stumbled upon this:The Writings of George Washington from the Original Manuscript Sources
I would like to be able to see the origionals, but it is enough to be able to read them. Here is something from the introduction:
The historical importance of Washington’s papers was recognized while Washington was yet alive, by Washington himself, who took pains to assign guards to protect them during the Revolutionary War, and by writers like William Gordon and David Humphreys interested in the momentous events of the American Revolution. Washington, immediately after the war, declared “that no history of my life, without a very great deal of trouble indeed, could be written with the least degree of accuracy, unless recourse was had to me, or to my papers for information” (Washington to James Craik, 25 March 1784). His wartime papers he considered “a species of Public property, sacred in my hands,” to be made available to writers and historians of the Revolution at the discretion of Congress and in conjunction with Congress’s own records and those of the individual states (Washington to William Gordon, 23 October 1782).
Tinderbox Weekend
I’ve spent the afternoon sending out fun little pacakges to the people who opted to take the correspondence course version of the Tinderbox weekend.
Harry Potter
My friend Chris is working this summer for a subsidiary of Scholastic, and so its par for the course for him to go and see the new movie about Harry Potter. I’ve been invited. Its a sneak preview showing, from what I understand, so I get to see it a few hours earlier than everybody else. How exciting!
Mark Bernstein: Welcome, Dylan Kinnett
Mark Bernstein: Welcome, Dylan Kinnett
My Boss, Mark Bernstein, he put a post in his blog about the posts in my blog, and so now i’m posting to my other blog about that. It even has my picture in it. Yay! (This is getting rediculous.)
My next entry will be more substantial. I promise.
Reports From The Field 2004
n what amounts to my third weblog in just as many months, I have created my first post on the maryville college site, where I will be a correspondant, approximately twice weekly, writing in about my adventures in Boston. I have to be careful not to leak industry secrets! For giggles, I have repeated the first post here, but you can read all the posts in teh future at this address:
http://www.maryvillecollege.edu/news/reports-2004/dylan.asp
“I feel so alive to be so bewildered.” This is not only my first day in an entirely alien environment, a city I’ve never seen, but it is also my first day on the job. I wore my best suit, on my mother’s advice.Last night, I arrived on the train, exhausted from having carried the weight of everything I own across the length of several trains in several places: Harpers Ferry, Washington D.C., New York, and now here I am in Boston, or is it Cambridge, or is it Watertown? I can’t tell where one city begins and another town begins.
This morning we had a company meeting. I was astounded by how familiar the meeting felt. I had expected something very like the meetings I see in commercials. I’ve never attended a company meeting before, so what do I know…
It was just like Lit class. We sat in a circle and began a conversation about a book. Well, it isn’t exactly a book. It has film in it, photographs of objects, paragraphs and characters. It has a title: “Of Day, Of Night”, and the purpose of our meeting was to summarize it in an appealing way, as we are about to publish it.
At the end of the day, it will be interesting to see if I can navigate the streets and transit systems to get back to my strange new apartment