Caving in to Peer Pressure November 3, 2007
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All right. All right! I finally did it: I made a Facebook page.
It’s been on my list of things to do for quite some time, but a recent conversation about a former American Studies major was the incident that clinched it. I hear he’s doing great things—but I hear it second hand, because my colleague found out via Facebook. [You all don't call...you don't write!!] This is part of a larger notion as well: American Studies has a hard time with publicity. As a program, we’re just not that big or noisy, and so we can fall off the map sometimes. And unlike many majors (say, biology or psychology), the term “American Studies” doesn’t immediately call to mind a field of study, and only a handful of students have had a course in it in high school. Do we mean post-Cold War, rah-rah American nationalism? Do we mean boo-hiss, America the imperialist? Do we mean whoa, this is weirdest cultural formation–from confederacy to jazz, diners to nuclear bombs–ever? I’d like it to be the case that a Facebook page would give students a way to understand what American Studies is, and who the majors are, and what they do.
But I enter into the Facebook-y world with a bit of trepidation, to tell you the truth. Only a year ago, I had a group of students tell me that they were freaked out by the presence of faculty members on FB. That resonated with me. Everyone should feel like he/she has a space where outsiders don’t watch over h/er and judge h/er. If social networking is going to do something, let it not replicate, to the extent that we’re able to engage in its production, a digital form of Bentham’s prison. We’re doing that just fine in physical interactions as they stand. And yet, my intuition tells me that students and faculty members are figuring out new ways of negotiating this space, depending (as all pedagogical and human interactions do) on their specific quirks, habits, and ways of being.
For me, the “have a page but nothing on it” doesn’t seem right. Since joining gets you access to other’s pages, it feels a bit like voyeurism—people know you’re there, but they can’t see you. And at the same time, letting it all hang out there isn’t me either; it makes me deeply uncomfortable when I can’t judge reactions to information (and thus my deep-seated paranoia reveals itself). Hell, I don’t even really want to post a picture. I love privacy. I really really do. And you’d think that blogging would be counterproductive to that love, but it’s just not—or it doesn’t feel like it is. (Sadly, that’s about as media-articulate as I can be today.)
So, it remains to be seen how much and how long I’ll use the Facebook page. But I’d love to hear what works for others, and what makes them uncomfortable (or, as I just thought in my head and translated for consumption here “what totally skeeves people out”. Methinks I should not blog on weekends…)
All FB tips, concerns, or advice happily accepted. Comments are open for business.
Leavin’ on a Jet Plane October 11, 2007
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Not really. Leavin’ in a car. But leavin’, nonetheless. As of tomorrow afternoon, I’ll be at the University of New Hampshire with my colleague, at this conference, to give a presentation on our experience teaching Personal Essay Filmmaking. After eight weeks of collaborative writing and talking and thinking, we’ve got bibliographic handouts, a rocking little workshop planned, and a dandy PowerPoint presentation that features not only a student film, but also…wait for it…our own film that we made this summer. We’ll be talking about the dethroning of the primacy of writing, the pedagogy of multimodal composing, and the intersection between composition and film studies. Hot diggety!
If you’re hanging around Durham this weekend, feel free to stop by for all of the fun.
Whether we knock it out of the park or crash and burn, I’ve been promised a lobster roll at the end of the conference on Saturday. it will be, so to speak, the icing on the cake.
Walking in a Wiki Wonderland September 1, 2007
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Lately, I’ve been informally polling friends and colleagues about the ways that they are organizing their research for projects, because I find myself in a bit of a quandary. Once upon a time, when I was in graduate school, research looked very different. I’d physically transport myself to the library, do an MLA search, print out the results, go to the online library catalog, find the location of the journals—all primarily on the 11th floor, go up in the elevator, pull the journals off the shelf, go back downstairs in the elevator, photocopy journal articles, deposit the journals on the reshelving cart, take my photocopies back upstairs in the elevator, and, finally, sit in my carrel on the 6th floor and read them. Once read and marked, the articles would (if I were on my toes) go into files designated for different projects, dissertation chapters, etc. Good times. Nothing like standing over a hot Xerox machine in the Touchdown Jesus library to make you feel like a real scholar. Lest you think this was in the dark ages of postmodernity, let me simply state that I was doing that as late as the year 2000—a mere seven years ago!
Now, of course, I physically visit the library only to put DVD’s on reserve for my classes. Thanks to the wonders of Adobe, 9 out of 10 articles come to me via Interlibrary Loan as pdf files (this function is, for me, in the running for top ten best technological advancements in the last decade). This is over and above what’s widely available on the web. All of a sudden, the tactile–if bulky–system of manila file folders seems both obsolete and insufficient. Pdfs are searchable and editable—if I print them out, they lose this functionality. And what’s the point of printing websites? Add to this the the fact that the content of my research is now more complicated (it was one thing when I was working on a novel or a film—but now I’m tracking cross-media responses to these), and you get one big mess. By the end of last year, I had a series of bookmarks, sets of manila files, desktop files, and was anxiously doing google searches every few days to make sure that I hadn’t missed or misplaced something. What I wanted/desperately needed, then, was a system that would let me store all kinds of different media in a single place. And wouldn’t it be nice if that were a searchable database too? Better yet, perhaps a system that would be shareable, so that I could use it for a few collaborative projects I’m working on? And if it would bring me coffee and tell me that I’m smart?
Except for that last wish-dream of the perfect research system (I suppose you can’t have everything), I think I’m finally on to something. On Friday, I started moving everything into a PBwiki site. I’ve used a wikispaces site with a few previous classes, but PBWiki has some additional functionality that are currently rocking my world. I can attach files to pages, embed images and video, tag, etc. Not to mention you can make it purdy by editing the CSS (let’s not forget the aesthetics of research, shall we?). We’ll see if this is the magical organizational answer to my research problems, but for now, it’s looking good. The true test, I suppose, is whether it makes me more productive. Stay tuned for future reports on that score.
In the meantime, here’s the video that I saw over the summer, and the one I remembered, when I thought of the wiki as personal research tool:
What I Did on my Summer Vacation August 8, 2007
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Whoa. A month away from blogging. I feel as if I should have some really good excuse. [I don't.] Instead, I have a bulleted list of what I’ve been doing instead. Think of it as a shorthand take on the classic back-to-school essay topic.
- I’ve been out to Redlands, CA, home of my alma mater, and spent a delightful weekend arguing with brilliant people about how best to read J. M. Coetzee’s Disgrace.
- I incidentally discovered that the exterior summer shots in The Rules of Attraction were shot at said alma mater. This is ironic, given my sick fascination (shared with some students. They know who they are!) with all things Bret Easton Ellis. Less so with James Van der Beek and his enormous noggin.
- I spent about a week in fabulous Las Vegas. This is less exotic and exciting than it sounds, as I grew up there and so it feels a bit like returning to Mayberry. I did, however, get a chance to visit the Neon Boneyard, which is the coolest social history project I know. I have many pictures. A future blog post may be a bit like your grandparents’ slideshows of Yellowstone.
- I painted the interior of my house. A lot. You know the callus that you have where you hold a pen (assuming that people still hold pens)? Mine is now twice as big, because I hold a paintbrush the same way.
- I started reading for my fall classes. With a little trepidation, I chose a book that I had read as a graduate student–Richard Powers’ Galatea 2.2. The first time through, as a 25 year old, I was utterly unable to get past the protagonist’s chauvinism, and I gave my poor, long suffering professor (later my dissertation director) no end of trouble about it. This time through, of course, I think it’s brilliant. Raise your hand, all of you who think I’m about to get it from my students in the fall?
Somewhere in there, there was also a fabulous pesto, a Marxist reading group, research on rape narratives, beginning the final Harry Potter novel, programming a new cell phone, etc. But that about covers my month off. Now begins the frantic lead up to the start of classes at the end of August. On your mark, get set…
Breaking the Seal June 26, 2007
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I went to my lovely new air conditioned office today (hello, Northeastern heat wave!) with the best of intentions: move the hard drive, plug in speakers, and get down to work on an article. I’m nothing if not ambitious, upon the realization that it’s almost July, for crying out loud. JULY!! When did that happen? Wherefore art thou, June ‘07?
All of the above happened, and I had an additional bonus: I did a sound check with my colleague who has the great misfortune to have the office adjacent to mine. I wanted to see exactly how loud I could turn up the speakers before she could hear the bass in her office. I almost went so far as to draw a red line on the volume knob (shades of my high school stereo), but I think I can eyeball it. And with volume set at reasonable levels, I dove into the stack of reading that I’d set aside for the day.
It was a bit of a shock to me to realize how hard it is to read. I’d set the bar pretty low, to start. I was working with the classic piece by Gayle Rubin “The Traffic in Women,” which I had read and discussed extensively with my theory class in the spring. I really just wanted to refresh my memory about her ideas on kinship systems and exchange so that I could begin to think about the role and representation of rape in J.M. Coetzee’s Disgrace. Rubin is smart, and she’s weaving together ideas and critiques of Marx, Levi-Strauss, and Freud, but she’s not Derrida, for crying out loud. On a word level, I’m not running for my dictionary. But despite having taught the piece 2 months ago (where, or where did June go?), I found myself stumbling over her gloss of “capital,” her explication of Mauss’s gift, etc. Holy crow, I’ve forgotten how to read!
In the end, I turned off the speakers, and sat back in the chair and concentrated really hard. Eventually, I was able to read a paragraph without having to back up and re-read, and re-re-read. Whew.
The moral of this story, I think, is that I’ve gone far too long without reading criticism. Apparently, my steady, summer literary diet of Allure, Blueprint, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan fiction is the equivalent of Twinkies, hot dogs and a box of mixed varieties of Lay’s potato chips—it’s making the workout more like catch-up than marathon training. Apparently I need the theory equivalent of a multivitamin and fiber. What would that be, exactly? Nietzsche and Judith Butler?
So, from now on, I’m paying more attention to my reading diet. All suggestions can be left in the comments.
Architect of Exhaustion; or Back in the Saddle May 14, 2007
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My, my, my. Long time, no blog, eh?
Once the MIT5 conference ended, I was hurtling through the final two weeks of classes, with all of the teaching, grading, and coaching through assignments that that time period entails. I just submitted grades on Thursday evening, and so had all of Friday, Saturday and Sunday to…plan my summer course, which began today. Thus, the title of this post; I am the architect of my own exhaustion, made so by thinking that it would be fine to turn around and begin teaching a new class mere days after the semester ended.
Oi.
More relevant information, however, (or at least information that reeks less of sniveling and more of content) is that the course is a two-week “summer immersion” course on personal essay filmmaking. I’m lucky enough to be team-teaching with my colleague and partner-in-crime, Megan F. We hope that the course will optimize the intersection of our individual pedagogical interests/proclivities: film and personal essay, respectively.
As we began to plan this course, we were greatly influenced by two particular resources: the Center for Social Media at American University and the Center for Digital Storytelling located in Berkeley, California. Both offer descriptions and definition of this genre, as well as extensive pedagogical and theoretical tools/strategies to initiate, shape, and create a personal essay film. We’ve spent quite a bit of time thinking about how we want to name the products that our students are going to create. No one quite seems to know what to call this genre. Names include everything from “digital story” to “auto-documentary.” The advantage of personal essay film, we hope, is that it gestures toward a form that students and readers might be familiar with, and this allows us to draw upon work that they’ve already done—a step that’s particularly crucial because of our very short time together.
Already this morning, we’ve read John Price’s short essay “Good Workers” and viewed Ruth Ozeki’s short film “Halving the Bones.” Both, we thought, would be good examples of particular moves that personal essay writers/filmmakers do: they set up scenes, they use details, they introduce evidence that imparts authority and authenticity, they use symbols, etc. [These are all points that our students came up with as they read/viewed. Smart, right?]
So there you have it in a nutshell; why I’ve been off the map for so long, and where I’m going to be for the next two weeks. I imagine that I’ll update here with some “notes from the field” of teaching a new class in a new genre. Hopefully, I’ll also have a minute or two to write about the films I’ll be prepping (Ross McElwee’s Bright Leaves? Moore’s Roger and Me?), as well some stuff about the ever-elusive “summer reading” category. Heck, maybe I’ll ever blog something interesting. You never know. Stay tuned.
**[Wow. She who doesn't blog for weeks gets a bit rusty, no?]**
Convergence: VT and Native Speaker April 19, 2007
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Like virtually everyone in the nation, I find myself falling onto the cliche of “shock and horror” at the events at Virginia Tech this week. It’s a mix of disbelief; sympathy for the survivors, the vicitims and their families; and a serious set of questions about what it means to be a professor—particularly an English professor—at this moment in time. As more and more information comes out about Cho Seung-Hui, his writing, his behavior, and the faculty members that he worked with, it’s almost impossible not to ask: what would I have done? What should I be doing as a professor who sees student writing every day? How do we know when to be on our guard and when a student is “blowing off steam”? Moreover, what does it mean to be a Korean American professor right now?
I’ve been mulling that last question in particular since I’m in the middle of teaching Chang-Rae Lee’s Native Speaker, a novel that details the complex inner life of a first-generation Korean American man. Henry Park, the protagonist, asks himself the important question about when, and under what circumstances, an immigrant is allowed to become an American. This seems the question that the media is struggling with now as well, as it considers how to approach understanding the incomprehensible: a young man massacring his fellow students and teachers. Much has been made of Cho’s Korean-ness; he was, after all, a resident of the U.S. under the auspices of a green card. As this short piece by NPR’s Robert Seigel points out, however, Cho spent more of his life in America than he did in South Korea. Despite this, many Asian American groups are bracing for backlash, and the entire country of South Korea has issued an apology for his actions. [The truly excellent, and in other circumstances riotously funny Angry Asian Man, has continuing, thoughtful commentary on media coverage of this event.]
Is Cho Korean? Is he American? Is he both? What does it mean to be both? What are the particular privileges that come with being both, and what kind of toll does it take on you? What is expected of you, and how do you begin to imagine your place in society? These are the questions that readers of Native Speaker struggle with, and the convergence of reading that novel and the tragedy at VT begins to indicate to me the ways in which literature really can help us to see the world in ways that we wouldn’t from our own perspectives. It’s not every day that I can argue that the study of literature is relevant, as much as I’d like to. Henry Park works as a spy—one who is constantly called upon to infiltrate groups, to learn and to observe and to fit in. It’s a powerful metaphor for societal assimilation, but Lee takes it one step further: Henry can’t separate his behaviors at work from those at home. He treats his wife like his other subjects. He discerns her desires, he provides for them, and he observes her and gathers information. It’s a troubling psychological model: one in which Henry is never un-self-conscious, never authentically himself, always waiting for someone to say he doesn’t really belong, to blow his cover.
Recently, the National Instititute of Mental Health conducted the first national study of the rates of mental illness and treatment for Asian Americans. The study, conducted in 2002-2003, is still in the preliminary stages of analyzing the data. One of the first conclusions, however, is that ” NLAAS data shows that, as a group, Asian Amerians have lower rates of mental illness than whites but seek treatment less often.” The article linked above goes on to cite economic status, generation, culture, racial prejudice, and social status of some of the significant factors that affect mental health. Are these all factors that play into understanding the character of Henry Park? Absolutely. Are they, by extension, factors that can help us understand the actions of Seung-Hui Cho?
Here, I’m brought up short. I can’t bring myself to try to understand the psyche of a violent and disturbed young man, about whose premeditation of violence we hear more and more with each passing hour. As someone who studies literature, I want to believe that they give us insight into the world around us. But is Henry Park really a useful model for “understanding” Cho? As a professor, I want to believe that access to information can make us better citizens. Could wider knowledge of Asian American resistance to mental health treatment have shifted the course of events? As a Korean American, I want to believe that the unreedemable actions of Seung-Hui Cho will not have a negative impact on the ways that the rest of the nation perceives of an ethnic group to which he belonged. Will his individual actions have ramifications for a larger population?
As someone who occupies all of these positions, I’m left with little but questions.