Scary New Media

You know something is seriously changing in a genre when a masked serial killer invites you to check out his “blog”. Such a gesture is obviously a solicitation of interactive engagement — a marketing scheme intended to solicit an investment of attention and to mollify a fan base, with the promise of giving a web-savvy…

Harriet Klausner

The influence of newspaper and magazine critics is on the wane. People don’t care to be lectured by professionals on what they should read or listen to or see. They’re increasingly likely to pay attention to amateur online reviewers, bloggers and Amazon critics like Klausner. Online critics have a kind of just-plain-folks authenticity that the…

Keyboard power

In an optical or physical sense, the capabilities of modern day computers have really put “reality” immersion within reach. Yet, this aspect of immersion–the “wow it looks so real” factor–has become a crutch and the only pillar of the immersion experience for which most games aim. Maybe it’s easier to sell or produce en masse.…

About a boy

Born with a rare syndrome that left him profoundly autistic, seven-year-old Luke was trapped in his own body. But then his dad took him surfing. —Paul Solotaroff —About a boy (Guardian) I’m sick with a virus, and I can’t do much but read. Oh, and try to find out why my division chair can’t log into…

Getting It All Wrong: Bioculture critiques Cultural Critique

Until literature departments take into account that humans are not just cultural or textual phenomena but something more complex, English and related disciplines will continue to be the laughingstock of the academic world that they have been for years because of their obscurantist dogmatism and their coddled and preening pseudo-radicalism. Until they listen to searching…

Virtual Reality for Five Dollars a Day

Humans communicate with each other through voice inflection, timing, and gesture. “Those capabilities are hard-wired into humans,” Pausch explains. “You wouldn’t put up with a person who makes you learn how to type commands to him; why should you have to talk to computers that way? Ultimately, we’d like to be able to read facial…

Dear Soldier

I love you very much. You’re so cute. I like the way you talk. You’re very very nice to me sometimes. And sometimes you don’t talk to me at all. You’re my best guy in the whole world. You are loving all the time, and you are so sweet. I think you are in the…

One School Frog Writing on His Blog

It’s one school frog,   writing on his blog,Two school bees,   writing on their blog,Three purple snakes,   writing on their blog,Four bunnies that are green,   writing on their blog,Five pink monkeys,   writing on their blog. —Carolyn Jerz, age 4 One School Frog Writing on His Blog (Jerz’s Literacy Weblog) Similar:On Her One Free Day Between Two Shows…[View the story “On Her One…

The horror, the horror of Iraq, in poetry

Here, Bullet If a body is what you want, then here is bone and gristle and flesh. Here is the clavicle-snapped wish, the aorta’s opened valves, the leap thought makes at the synaptic gap. […] —The horror, the horror of Iraq, in poetry (SF Gate.com) Fascinating reading. Similar:Jaz Parkinson "Colour Signatures"Amusing visual representations of the co…AestheticsAs…

Comments are Back Up

Comments are Back Up …. just in case anyone was wondering. Similar:This is Ralph. Ralph is a concept, created by you while reading this.AmusingPerspective | After Hannity’s travesty, Fox News redeems itself (just a tad) with a bold e…Fox News was the first major outlet to p…CultureIn-person classes heighten age-related hearing problems (opinion)My family tells…

Vintage Mobile Phones

—Vintage Mobile Phones I’d love to see one with a rotary dial… how cool would that be? Similar:So Long Blogging. Hello—Yep, We're Going to Say It—PloggingI still blog, because I want control ove…BusinessDefunct Web Pages are Not Dead Ends to JournalistsIn my “News Writing” class, I first warn…AcademiaAnother 10 sq cm section of a #steampunk…

Hammer Dream

Hammer Dream (Jerz’s Literacy Weblog) This morning, I heard my daughter stirring in the next room, and I fell back asleep, knowing I only had a few minutes before I had to start getting her ready for preschool. In those few minutes, I had a dream. I was showing my daughter a hammer. It had a…