Time Travel and the Missing Doctor Who Tapes

As I was putting my 10-year-old son to bed tonight, as usual we had a long, free-ranging, unrushed conversation. Somehow I mentioned the missing Doctor Who tapes. Peter got very thoughtful. “If I had a time machine, I could go back to the moment those tapes disappeared. And I could bring them forward in time, so that they wouldn’t be lost. But there would be one problem. By going back…

This Is Why I Ask My Students to Blog

In my Literary Criticism class, next week we’ll be looking at The Yellow Wallpaper — most of us probably for the umpteenth time.  Here’s a comment that just appeared on the course website, that reminds me why I spend six hours straight re-configuring a server from scratch because it got infected with a virus 12 hours before the first meeting of the class. Hey there! I am an NYC actress…

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Pride and Prejudice and Zombies

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a horde of the undead in possession of insatiable hunger for the brains of the living must be in want of a Jane Austin remix.(via) Pride and Prejudice and Zombies covers the same ground as the original masterpiece – only that ground is full freshly-vacated graves.  The “strange plague” has been the scourge of England for years.  London has been walled off, and…

Revolution, Facebook-Style – Can Social Networking Turn Young Egyptians Into a Force for Democratic Change?

When I sat down in the middle of January with an Arabic-language translator to look through Facebook, we found one new group with almost 2,000 members called “I’m sure I can find 1,000,000 members who hate Israel!!!” and another called “With all due respect, Gaza, I don’t support you,” which blamed Palestinian suffering on Hamas and lamented the recent shooting of two Egyptian border guards, which had been attributed to…

Today's Front Pages

Yesterday at the opening meeting of “Media Lab” (a one-credit class that students take when they wish to get credit for working on the school paper), I told my students that I love print and I always will. I held up a printed copy of the school paper, told them it was a good issue and that it represented a lot of hard work. Then I tore it up. Every…

Trees (David L. Hoover)

He thinks that he will never see A poem lovely as a tree. But poems charm and poems please, And many are lovelier than “Trees.” A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast, Can hardly look at God all day, While lifting leafy arms to pray. Where are her eyes, mouth, arms, and head? Perhaps she lifts her legs instead. Can that same tree in…