freak? geek? it’s not either/or!

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It’s both/and! I don’t know what your high school experience was like, dear reader, but mine felt a lot like this. Of course, I went to three different high schools in three different countries, but everywhere I landed I had the grades, Atari, and D&D paraphernalia to qualify me for one camp and the slouchy army jacket, bad attitude, and record collection to qualify me for the other. Somehow I still managed to be elected prom king. (I know. I know.) I guess a bleached hair androgyne with unusual fashion sense–I was voted “most unusual dresser.” Seriously.–was more appealing to my classmates than the two jocks who were also nominated.

And I’m still trying to learn that your experience of the world in which you live and the nature of that world can be two very different things.

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rainy day chronicle

After driving up to D.C. from Sparkle City yesterday, I walked around Dupont Circle a bit (in the process picking up the latest by Tilly and the Wall), and then spent the evening enjoying dinner and conversation with my longtime friend Nancy, who lives nearby. I then headed through the deluge up to Chuck‘s apartment in my old Hyattsville neighborhood.

Today I spent some time at Catholic University, copying articles on the public sphere as Chuck cleared out his office. I’ve realized that this is a concept I’m interested in on several levels, and I hope to do some writing about it here. For now, though, I’ll just sketch out a few things briefly. For the most part, my focus is on who is allowed or encouraged to participate in the exchanges taking place in the public sphere as well as what are considered appropriate topics for discussion therein. First, I’m working on a solicited article concerning eighteenth-century British religious periodicals and the public sphere, and it seems that many of the issues the editors, writers, and readers were wrestling with–e.g. the tensions between reason and faith, passion and civility–are still with us today. Second, I’m trying to decide whether to organize some September Project events this fall, and in doing so I’ve begun to think of the project as an attempt to repair the fractured and dysfunctional contemporary public sphere. And finally, there’s something in the back of my mind about these things called blogs (perhaps you’ve heard of them) and the idea of the public sphere, but I find myself unable to articulate it right now.

Tomorrow night, a few of the Wordherders will convene at Franklin’s.

This post brought to you by Tryst.

Man, do I miss living here.

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With their snacks…
   …and their pool…
      …and their DDR.

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stuck

Nothing’s been posted here for some time, obviously. I’ve been dealing with some personal issues for the last several weeks, and although I didn’t intend for WorkBook to be an autobiographical site, maybe writing about this will help me get past my writing block. For the first time in almost fourteen years, I’m single again. Nothing tragic or criminal happened. There’s no acrimony or drama. We’ve just grown apart over time. Hopefully we’ll remain friends. Many of my readers know both of us, and you shouldn’t feel like it’s necessary to take sides or walk on eggshells when talking with either one of us.

I think this will be the only thing I say about this here. You’re welcome to email me, particularly if you have advice about being a single academic in a small town.

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life is what happens…

…when you’re busy making other plans.

Grading. Guitar shopping. Packing. Shipping 10 boxes of books. Saying goodbye. Driving: Kansas, Missouri, Ilinois, Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee, North Carolina, South Carolina. Blogger meetups in two different states. Ebertfest. Apartment hunting. Cryptic blogging.

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