blogging the boundaries

I wrote an early post in the life of this blog about trying to come to terms with my blogging identity (and my newly acquired professorial identity), still feeling the twinges of the transition from graduate student to professor. Things feel more settled now, but I’m still thinking. Today’s entry by Elouise on “virtual fraternization” prompts me to wonder if any students of mine (ir)regularly read my blog. Conversely, do any of them keep blogs that I don’t know about? If you’re out there, speak up. That’s what the comments are for. A student from last semester mentioned in an email that he’d read my blog, but he hasn’t commented. A couple of colleagues have mentioned coming across it, but no comments.

Well, Heidi has a blog, and she’s a student at UMKC, where I teach. We read each other’s blog, but we’ve never met. Jenny took my “Introduction to Humanities Computing” course at the University of Maryland (I wrote about it when I found her blog, and she commented on the entry). And Eric took my “Print, Literature, and Social Transformations in Eighteenth-Century England,” also at UMD. I was a grad student when I taught both classes, however, so is it more accurate to describe them as former students or as fellow students? Or both? Eric and I were also coworkers at MITH. The boundaries are not so clear, and they never have been.

A famous cartoon says that, online, nobody knows you’re a dog. But you and I both know that sooner or later you’re gonna start woofing and give yourself away.

Flying back from New York at Christmas, sitting in the airport bar, I see a UMKC student, one I don’t yet know too well, though she later takes my spring graduate seminar. What are the odds? I don’t go up and talk to her because … well, I don’t know. I feel like a dork; she’s got tattoos and sits with hip-looking friends. I’m also sort of hungover and not feeling my best.

In April, I blog about my intent to investigate the Buddhist temple in my neighborhood. Well, mid-summer I do, and who do I run into there but one of my students from spring semester, both of us now sitting in on a class on Buddhism. From professor-student to student-student again.

I discover that a student from my Milton class works at a local video store. I peruse his picks in the “staff recommendation” section. We talk over the counter about an exhibit at a local museum.

I attend the UMKC spring graduation ceremony, sitting with grad students because I’ve been asked to lead them where they’re supposed to go (as if I know). When the speaker asks the faculty to stand up, I look around blankly until one of the students nudges me and says, “That’s you.” Oh. Right. Two weeks later, or so, I attend the UMD graduation ceremony where my dissertation advisor has generous things to say about my work as his student. I seem to be a character in a novel that’s doing confusing things with time. Student? Professor?

But I don’t know if anyone here keeps their own blog. And people are often more candid in their blog than they are online. And people often don’t know their readers through venues other than their blog. And as CNWB acknowledges, many of us write blogs as an outlet to say things we otherwise feel we can’t say, even to our friends: “I wouldn’t want to subject them to my uninhibited ramblings, just as I wouldn’t bail them up in real life and crap on about the things I discuss here. The greatness of blogging is that if people want to listen to me, they’ll come, and I don’t have to worry about boring anyone.”

I haven’t explicitly promoted my blog to my non-blogging acquaintances. It came up at a party, and since then, some of them have found it, most haven’t looked (or if they have, they didn’t mention it). But if you google “george h williams”, guess what the number one hit is? Sooner or later, people are gonna notice, right? And some (many?) of those people are gonna be students. What then? I’m not too worried, frankly, but maybe I should be … ?

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here comes the rain

Kansas City weather image from weather.com for August 28, 2003.

Brothers and sisters, we are getting rain in Kansas City. This might not seem like much to you folks from other parts of the world where water has been falling from the sky this summer, but around here we’ve been experiencing a drought and heatwave of seemingly biblical proportions.

Update: This may be obvious, but that is a static image to the left, not a live feed from weather.com.

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john wesley’s blog

Reading Scanning the diary (published regularly during his lifetime) of John Wesley (1703-1791) this afternoon, looking for a quote to which I have misplaced the proper citation. Came across this interesting entry for Thursday, October 26, 1786:

In the evening, I preached to a large and serious congregation at Wandsworth. I think it was about two in the morning that a dog began howling under our window in a most uncommon manner. We could not stop him by any means. Just then William Barker died.

Not what I was looking for, but interesting nonetheless.

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masters of war

From this morning’s Washington Post: “Halliburton’s Deals Greater Than Thought”:

Halliburton, the company formerly headed by Vice President Cheney, has won contracts worth more than $1.7 billion under Operation Iraqi Freedom and stands to make hundreds of millions more dollars under a no-bid contract awarded by the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, according to newly available documents.

The spokesperson for Halliburton is quoted as saying that calling this war profiteering is “an affront to all hard-working, honorable Halliburton employees.”

Abraham Lincoln, a Republican, is said to have liked this riddle:

How many legs does a donkey have if you call his tail a leg?

I don’t know, Mr. President. I guess five.

Wrong. Even if you call the tail a leg, it’s still a just a tail.

I’ll repeat my earlier suggestion for the United Nations: pass a resolution that says that any country that wages war on another country is required by international law to pay for the rebuilding, but make it illegal for any corporation from the aggressor nation to receive a contract to take part in, or profit in any way from, the rebuilding.

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scattered thoughts

Well, aren’t they all?

I’m prepping for teaching Beowulf (the Seamus Heaney translation) in one class tomorrow and Fantomina in the other. Depending on whom you believe, a thousand years or so separate these texts.

But I’m tempted with other readings, having learned from Edith that there is a Bonny ‘Prince’ Billy tour diary that’s pretty blog-like and from Grumpy Girl (scroll down, if necessary; no permalinks in this blogspot, I think) that Harvey freakin’ Pekar has a blog.

The issues chewed over in the identity thread keep coming up, don’t they? Is that Bonny ‘Prince’ Billy’s blog or is it Will Oldham‘s? Do I refer to “Grumpy Girl” or “Meredith”?

Edith, who records for Drag City, like Oldham, er, Billy, er, you know what I mean, writes

Being very blog-aware I can’t help but compare his and my writing styles. If I were an outsider I think I’d prefer reading his blog over my own, but I’m not an outsider and who wants to read their own writing?

I like reading both of their blogs, but one thing I like about Edith’s is that she comes across as a real person while the Bonny ‘Prince’ Billy blog feels more like a performance. But as Ryan astutely points out, just about everything could be said to be a performance, even the the behavior of “real people.” I also like the fact that I can comment on and trackback to her blog while the BPB blog (and the Pekar blogs) are impenetrable by such interlinking. You can email BPB, but that’s not the same thing.

And just to wrap this entry up with a neat little bow: Fantomina is a 1724 novella by Eliza Haywood about a young woman who adopts a variety of different identities in order to maintain the romantic interest of the clueless and fickle man she has fallen for. At one point, he cheats on one of her identities with another of her identities. That Haywood was something else.

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