when everything stacks up

I know I owe you an entry on the divisions of specialization in an English department, gentle reader, but you see, this is the first week of classes, and the cat’s been getting treatments at the vet every other day, and the first colloqium of the Honors Program took place today, and I have a busy day tomorrow what with all the Celebrate UMKC events, and my flight to Georgia leaves tomorrow evening, so you’ll have to forgive me if another week goes by without the next installment of the “How an English Department Works” series. I’m visiting family in Georgia, and as I’ve written now and again, such visits are complicated by my uneasy relationship to the American South. No time for a longer entry right now. Reading and then sleep.

But as I mentioned before, I do love Lynyrd Skynyrd. Everything that’s good about them can be learned by comparing their original recording of “Simple Man,” an example of zen perfection, to Shinedown’s wretchedly overwrought cover version.

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not really a good day

Nope. Can’t say that it was. Nothing that some single-malt scotch won’t fix. I’m sure some readers are pretty glassy-eyed in the face of my posts on teaching composition. I’ve been thinking of some other, more personal topics about which I might write:

  • Catching you up on my trip to Europe and posting the remainder of my digitial photos.
  • Sharing with you my unironic love of the criminally under-rated Lynyrd Skynyrd.
  • Writing my thoughts about my impending trip to visit family in Georgia.
  • Commenting on the genuinely entertaining Some Kind of Monster.

But not right now. Time for comfort food and television…

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what i write & where i’m going

I’ve decided to try to cut back on the blogging for the rest of the summer, limiting myself to no more than one entry a week. I need to finish up some writing of a different sort before classes kick back in this fall. Specifically, as I mentioned on my task list:

  • A book proposal.
  • An article on eighteenth-century Methodist periodicals.
  • An article on eighteenth-century Methodist preaching nope, I’m going to focus on my article on eighteenth-century Methodist reading habits
  • an article on authorship attribution concerning a particular preacher’s sermons. Well, this one I’m going to get started, at least.
  • Revising a few grant applications for resubmission and mapping out grant deadlines. This i can surely get done.

Here’s the thing: I am untenured, and the path to tenure is lined with publications. I go up for tenure in 3 years (yikes!). Blogging is very rewarding to me, and I do not intend to give it up. The contacts I’ve made and maintained through this medium are wonderful. But I do need to consider how many words I put out there into the blogosphere versus how many I am putting down on the page leading toward scholarly publication (and thus an ongoing academic career).

One thing I’m going to try to do to get the most out of my writing is to blog what I’m working on. My book project is a significant expansion of my dissertation; my focus is on Methodist communication networks in eighteenth-century Britain, a time and place of new technologies and habits of communication triggering significant cultural change. This is a topic that has particular relevance now as we find ourselves in what is often termed the “late age of print,” electronic communication technologies triggering another series of significant cultural change. More details as my writing progresses this summer.

Next Sunday I leave for a month in Europe. I’ll be mostly in the Methodist Archives and Research Centre (MARC) in Manchester, but also at the British Library in London. Additionally, I’ll spend five days in France at the 2004 meeting of the Society for the History of Authorship, Reading, and Publishing.

In Manchester, I plan to continue work I started last summer, reading the diaries, letters, and administrative records of preachers and lay people. Conversing, preaching, listening, reading, writing, publishing, exchanging books, recommending books, selling books, giving books away. Combing through personal papers looking for references to these very basic, but very important, activities is a slow and painstaking process, but it’s also very rewarding. I found some remarkable evidence last year, and I am confident that more remains to be uncovered.

At the British Library, I’ll be examining The Gospel Magazine, one of the periodicals that inspired John Wesley to begin publishing his competing project The Arminian Magazine. As you can see from this entry in the English Short Title Catalogue, the British Library is the only place in the world with a complete run of this publication. I am particularly interested in The Gospel Magazine because it was edited by Wesley antagonist Augustus Toplady, about whom I wrote last summer. To be able to make the most of my time in London, I spent today reading volume one (1774) of TGM at KU’s Spencer Research Library, which has a world-class collection of rare eighteenth-century British materials and is only a forty-minute drive from my apartment.

Last year, I paid a very reasonable 40 pounds a night to stay at a bed and breakfast in Manchester (At least I think I did. The site lists a lower rate right now.). This year, I’ll be staying in university accommodations for an incredibly affordable 75 pounds a week, and I believe the walk from my room to the library will take me all of about 5 minutes.

As I was last year, I’m nervous about travelling. But this year I know my ATM card will work, I have a brand new credit card, I know where my passport is, I know my plug adaptors will fit the plugs, I know how to get from the airport to where I’m going, and most importantly, I know my way around the collection at the MARC. Once I get to London, I know two or three people there already, so I’m less nervous about that aspect of the trip. As for France, well it’s been a very long time since I’ve been there, but back when we lived in Belgium, we went to Paris all the time, so I guess I’ll find my way.

This will be my longest trip to Europe since (pre-EU) 1988, when I went home to visit my parents and stayed pretty much the whole summer. Heck, I’ve never even seen a Euro.

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smaller than a heart should be

Stay where you are, you lit fuse,
you dull spark of saltpeter and sulfur.

-Michael Collier, “Brave Sparrow”

As a child, I fell asleep every night dreaming vividly of flying, taking off from the edge of a mountain and soaring over forests and meadows. As an adult, the older I get, the more I think about the lives of birds, creatures I never gave much thought to until my mid-twenties or so. When I moved from Atlanta to the D.C. area, I was surprised at the number of crows. These big, noisy, black birds were always arguing with each other on the open green space of the campus mall at the University of Maryland. And surprisingly, seagulls found their way inland to congregate in the parking lots, near dumpsters, looking for stray french fries and pizza crusts. A pair of doves and a pair of cardinals always returned to our back yard in the spring, the doves making what my mom called silly noises for such a big bird. Generally, it seemed the only thing the birds had to worry about was finding enough to eat and avoiding the occasional neighborhood cat.

Then one day something bizarre happened. I was walking back to my office from class, cutting across the mall, when what looked like a whirling clump of white and brown feathers fell to the ground not ten feet from me. A hawk had intercepted a seagull in midflight, and now the two of them lay on the ground, the hawk’s claws sinking into the gull’s chest while the gull flapped its wings futilely against its attacker. Stunned, I watched the struggle for less then a minute before continuing on to my afternoon’s responsibilities. Later, I saw a pile of seagull feathers on the other end of campus, the only memorial to the bird’s fate.

I hate to see suffering, and I try to avoid wearing or eating animals. But there’s no denying that they eat each other when given the chance. And when I see the bumper stickers that read “May all beings be free of suffering,” I can’t help but think that this is a naive sentiment. If the seafull was freed from suffering, what would happen to the hawk? Violence and death seem to be part of the order of the universe, even though humans, as potentially moral creatures, can choose to minimize their contributions of either.

The incident with the hawk and seagull happened during a stressful period of my life. Like everyone at the time, I was still dealing with the emotional fallout of 9/11 just a few months earlier. Additionally, my parents had announced they were getting a divorce, and my grandfather had recently died. It wasn’t that I was feeling sorry for myself. Rather, I was worried about others, trying to come to terms with why there was so much needless suffering in the world and feeling powerless to do anything about it.

Not long after seeing the hawk kill the seagull, I happened to see some small birds perched on the side of a building, and I immediately had the irrational thought that I should somehow warn them about the hawk, tell them to be on the lookout. They had no defenses against predators, no way to fight back, just skinny little legs and a small beak. What could they do if attacked? Then I realized that they already knew this, if little chirpy birds can be said to “know” anything. They didn’t live their lives frozen by constant fear, unable to forage for food, build their nests, feed their young, fly around in mysterious patterns that confound scientists. No, they just went about their business, wary to be sure, knowing that there are hawks somewhere who may or may not want to eat them, but fulfilling their chirpy duties anyway.

And I thought, “Well, I could learn a lot from a sparrow.”

[Cross-posted at KC Bloggers.]

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revisiting the task list

Okay, checking in:

  • The tattoo is done;
  • I bought the 12″ laptop, but I got the PowerBook rather than the iBook;
  • I bought my plane ticket to England; booked my accommodations in Manchester, London, and Lyon (still need to buy plane ticket from London to Lyon); applied for a reader’s card at the British Library; and registered for SHARP 2004;
  • I have Drupal and MediaWiki running on my laptop, and I’m learning the ins and outs; sometime before summer is over I should have both running online;
  • I’ve talked over the Lit Out Loud / Poetry Blam idea with a colleague or two, who seem enthusiastic about it; by the end of summer something should be online and running;
  • I submitted my part of the budget for the Honors Program; we’ve reserved a space for the honors conference next year; and I went to an orientation program regarding Academic Service Learning;
  • Reading: The Methodist Conference in America; Rethinking Media Change: the Aesthetics of Transition; re-reading Britons: Forging the Nation, 1707-1837.

Geez, that seems like a lot. Why does it feel like I’m spinning my wheels? So much more to do, still.

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