2011 Road Dog Odyssey

#occupycanada


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Okay, I admit right here it is cheesy cheap to grab attempt with an #occupy title, but that is where I am headed tomorrow, on my continued mission to become Canadian.

This has been a long running effort, going back to 2003 or so when I first connected with Brian Lamb and D’Arcy Norman, how we coined ourselves the Three Amigos (could not locate that photo of us in Vancouver from 2004 thank’s D’Arcy@).

In that time, much of my favorite collaborators have been North of the Border, and usually when I am presenting with them, I say something like “I represent the Southern Canadian Province of Arizona”.

Thus when I started planning my 2011 Road Odyssey, a key part of it was crossing the country– via Canada, not quite making it all the way across, but covering Victoria to just short of Montreal on a month.

I ended up back in Canada a few weeks ago during my barely understandable (even to me) search for the Center of the Internet. There was a reason- it was my new plan to #occupycanada long enough to jump across.

Thus I am flying back there tomorrow, a little hiatus on the odyssey before the long stretch to Arizona. I really met some great folks in the Toronto region, like @Stephen_Hurley who has been a force of music and sharing on ds106radio, @hdurnin (who so warmly hosted me on her farm), @Gill_Ville (who I need to pick up my screech), @kylemackie who shared beer and stories in Guelph, and in a big way, @aforgrave who drove all over he province to hang out and rescued me the night I got the bad nes on mom… but most importantly @giuliaforsythe who rescued me from road weariness in Welland, brought me back for a StoryBox demo, and well… is a key Canadian draw for me.

So we are planning a musical get together hosted by Stephen Hurley, and given his keyboard smoothness and 89 channels of input, has kindly offered to host a crew at his house Saturday night. We hope to rule the EST wavelengths on ds106radio. I was thinking, more than a HurleyStock version of Bavastock, this might be more of a jazzy smoke filled lounge scene– hence Live from the Hurley Lounge:

So look out Canada, I am planning more opportunities to #occupycanada in the future. I am studying the rules


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So Poetic At 16


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Among the memorabilia curated by my Mom was something I wrote for the confirmation ceremony I did in (?) 10th grade as my last year of religious school. I was pretty much not tuned into the Hebrew School thing but stuck it out cause I thought it would please my folks (and maybe still feeling some of the expectation for the expenses of my Bar Mitzvah).

Anyhow, I have no context for why these words came out of me- some of just not feeling like nor wanting to, fit in, and also wanting something bigger in terms of an adventure in life. Maybe it is a way I wanted to be (and snuck “beer” can into the printed program). It is in imaginary character, sort of. Well, for what its not worth:

He was orphaned in his early years,
All the sadness and yet no tear,
Lonely days in an empty room
Didn’t know what to do.

He went away and didn’t come back
Never knowing just what he lacked.
Took off for a distant town
The middle of nowhere.

Grew up without a home. no home.
Thought he found it there, right there.
The middle of nowhere.

He’s a real big man.
Playing in a rock and roll band
Crushed a beer can with his hand.

Still looking for home
Still all alone.

He’s a real big man.
Playing in a rock and roll band
Crushed a beer can with his hand.

I’m so glad I got a home
Not too tight, with room to roam
Not always in the same place.

When he died, nobody knew
An unmarked grave under the blue
Left the world as he came in,
Still without a home.

He was a big man
Lying face down in the sand
Never found a home, middle of nowhere.

I’m so glad I got a home
Cause I’ll never be alone.

Woah, I best not read too much into the infertile mind at 16. I knew nothing.

Still learning.

And home? Interesting concept.

Left on Mom’s Table


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I had noticed this when my sister and I cam down to Florida on September, but it did not dawn on me until this week that the item in that picture may have been one of the things my Mom read last before she passed away on August 27.

As funny as it seems to the tech heads, both my parents printed out a lot of my email messages. It was not that they could not look at them online, it just seemed to mean more to them to have something to hold, touch, read. My dad had made an entire notebook from the things I wrote on my 6 months of travel in 2000.

So its both warm and sad to think of my Mom re-reading the words I had written about my brother David and his chair, posted as a flickr photo with a story caption

This rocking chair belonged to my brother David, who passed away in 1987. There’s a story here…

David was my parent’s first born, but something wrong, never explained, went wrong at birth, and he was severely mentally retarded. The doctors tried to convince my Mom that it was too much to handle, that David should be institutionalized, but she refused.

So my parents did all they could to make David happy; the old silent 8mm movies show him over and over again rocking in this chair, smiling as big as smile as can be.

My older sisters came along, the family grew, and 10 years later, by the time I was born, my parents were overloaded with taking care of David and now 3 others… so they made that hard decision to put David in a state hospital.

Rosewood it was called.

I recall a little bit driving out to visit David. I did not really understand it all, but there was this horrible institutional smell I can still conjure. David still lit up when we came, but I was told he was at a mental age of 2, unable to feed himself.

And I remembered picking up this (wrong) logic, that it was my being born that forced my parents to send David to Rosewood, that it was my fault. It makes no sense, but these things get burned into your psyche as a kid.

And I always had an extra kick in the gut when kids would tease each other by calling each other “retarded”.

The visits got farther and farther apart. Sometimes I had these day dreams that I would grow up, become a doctor, and find a “cure” for my older brother.

And then we pretty much stopped going at all, or at least I cannot remember going to Rosewood.

It was spring of 1987, I was getting ready to head west for graduate school in a few months, when we got a call that David had passed away fro pneumonia.

The funeral was small and surreal, and David was buried in the cemetery where my parents had their plots pre-purchased It was strange, because I could not summon up emotion for this brother I did not know… I felt more of a gap, as had he been “normal” there would have been someone to teach me baseball, fishing, girls, etc, or at least thats the way big brothers seemed on TV. In 1987 I could not reach a feeling for my brother.

So I moved to Arizona, planted my life here. It may have been another 8, 10 years before I finally sorted out my connection with my brother, and realized I was still carrying this nonsensible child guilt.

So when it was time my parents were selling their house to move to Florida, I made a trip back, and asked them to go to the cemetery with me– and there I read out loud a letter I had written for my brother, to finally express what I could not when we passed away.

Enough tears ran to start a new river in East Baltimore.

But I made my peace.

And it was maybe another 6 years passed when my mom sent a special package here– David’s rocking chair. I cannot say I sit in it much, but I enjoy having it here, like there is still his presence I never really knew.

This 366 photo is for you my brother.

love Alan

The fact that this was out, as Mom spent a day remembering the loss of my Dad 10 years earlier, and her own son David, 24 years earlier, may finally hitting me in the heart. It means much that my words mattered to her, for it is about all I have to create meaning with, just words.

I miss you so much Mom.

Road Stats Week 20


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  • Number of days on the road: 133
  • Miles Driven: 12,605
  • Most Recent 1000 mile marker: 12,000 miles, south of Atlanta, GA on October 30
  • Number of States/Provinces driven in: 24
  • Number of US/Canadian Border Crossings: 4
  • Money spent on gas: $3437
  • Cheapest gas price: $3.08/gallon (Fountain Inn, SC).
  • Highest gas price: $5.64/gallon (CA$1.39/liter) (Wawa, ON).
  • Photos posted: 2639 (that is an average of 19.8 per day)
  • Most scenic foliage drive: Blue Ridge Parkway, North Carolina. Second was highway 58 in southwest Virginia
  • Best alternative to Interstate- US 19, the Georgia-Florida Parkway.


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  • Number of nights camping: 20
  • Best Campground and Experience (likely never to be knocked off this list): Canoeing to Wallace Island, BC with Scott Leslie; close second Holly Bay Campground, Daniel Boone National Forest.
  • Number of un,non,anti conference family reunions attended: 1 Bavastock!
  • Most unexpected activities: Riding a tractor on the Durnin Farm, Helping a friend of a friend move in Nashville, my abduction from a trip to Hawaii and answering a call to go to Brock University, visiting a gator farm, seeing a high school performance of Little Mermaid; spending Halloween in a LaQuinta Motel with my sister and brother-in-law.
  • Most depressing shell of a city: Danville VA


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  • Number of times spent helping a friend of a friend move: 1 (thats what happens when you drive a truck)
  • Number of new forms of transportation: 4 (paddleboard, Jet Ski, 4 wheel Quad, tractor)
  • Best Beach Walk: Batchawana Bay Provincial Park
  • Number of videos created for search for Center of the Internet: 7
  • Number of parents homes emptied out: 0.5 (still working on it)


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  • Most Gracious Hospitality by someone who is waayyyyyy busy and asked on last minute notice: Vicki Davis.
  • Friend/Relatives Homes Visited/Mooched Upon: 32
  • Best Out of the Way Museums: EBR-1 Breeder Reactor Idaho National Laboratory; Old Idaho Penitentiary, Boise ID; Gopher Hole Museum, Torrington AB; Little Congress Bicycle Museum, Cumberland Gap, TN
  • Best Bike Ride: Canmore to Banff and back with D’Arcy Norman.
  • Most Recent Bike Ride: Virginia Beach
  • Best Town Name: Fracking, Pennsylvania
  • Number of friends known online met for first time: 22 (most recently added Cindy Jennings)
  • Laundry Stops: 15
  • Number of Breweries Visited: 7 (Glenwood Canyon Brewery (CO), Revolution Brewing, Paonia CO; Laughing Dog Brewing, Sandpoint ID; Grizzly Paw, Canmore AB; Steamwhistle, Toronto ON; Ottos, State College PA).
  • Number of ds106 radio broadcasts with new people: 10 (most recent with Tom Woodward in Richmond VA)
  • Number of Super Late Night ds106 Broadcasts That Were Totally Worth It: All of them.


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Dear Photographs at Mom’s House

The ds106 assignment for what comes below is “Return to the Scene of the Crime”:

Take a photo from the past that you took in a particular location. Return to that stop, and take another picture, “framing” the original within the current view.

The whole premise is to find an old photo, return to the location, and create a new one where you are holding the photo and lining it up with the scene. It is a nifty mixing of analog in the digital space.

I’d done some toying with this same technique after discovering the flickr Look into the Past grpup, which does overlays of historic photos over current scenes- I had done a few around my home town of Strawberry and neighboring Pine, AZ.

First of all, a wide angle lens is essential. It need not be a DSLR, but you need a wide angle to fit the whole photo in. I used my Canon 10-20mm zoon.

But there is a whole lot more, as Giulia led me to in her iteration of the assignment, connecintg to the Dear Photograph site. The extra level here is doing the story part, of writing a memory of the photo as if you were talking to it.

While at Mom’s house doing the cleanup, I came across a number of photos of Mom, Dad, and even me around this house. So off I went…


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Dear Photograph,

Could Dad have been much happier relaxing in his easy chair, having retired to Florida in 1990- afte dreaming of it for many years? But you left this world in 2001, and your chair was moved out of the photo. Mom got a new one… and now that one too shall disappear.


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Dear Photograph,

Was I really that skinny, young, and punk faced in the 1990s? Did I really sport a mullet? As my first visit to the place Mom and Dad retired to, it took some getting used to as they had left the house I had grown up in since the age of 2. This new place was… so nice, so new… so Florida. But they sure loved it and thats what counts the most.


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Dear Photograph,

A thing I share with both Mom and Dad is the joy of working in my yard. And this place in Fort Myers they sure made their own. I am pretty sure my Mom spotted some orchids at some other place, and she lifted a few to grow in the tree behind her. This would have been? 1997, so their Florida place had long been made their home.


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Dear Photograph,

I was a bit incredulous that my parents would slice the top off of a store bought pineapple, soak it a few days in a wate dish, and later plant it in the back yard of their place in Fort Myers. My disbelief was disbanded the day I tried the sweet pleasure of a fresh pineapple!

Sometime later, strangers cam by and stole some of the pineapples, so I was pleasantly surprised to find one with a nice fruit hanging on it!


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So go find some old photos of a place you can get into now, and do this assignment!

StoryBox Goes to High School


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My visit here in Camilla Georgia was exciting enoiugh with yesterday’s tour of the alligator farm, but today topped that easily. Vicki Davis invited me to where much of her magic happens, at Westwood High School.

The first hour was spent with the entire school (elementary through high school) taking in a performance of “The Little Mermaid” that the theater group is going to be doing in a state competition. It was energetic and had everyone engrossed (well I felt that way).

But the highlight for me was getting a chance to do a demo of the StoryBox for 2 different classes of Vicki, in her computer classroom. I tried this one differently, by only telling them the basics of what it was, not doing a demo. The point was to get them to join the network and explore. And maybe contribute.


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Here is a snippet of the activity recorded as audio:
StoryBox at Westwood High School

The kids got the “how” part quickly, and some went for the videos, most looked at the photos. Most popular seemed to be the roadkill, the double wide sheep, the kid holding the cats, the guy with the blue hat.

And did they ever upload stuff! This was more content then ever came in during a demo.

I liked how Vicki draws them into reflecting on the what the box might mean, or asking them questions about privacy online.


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This was also the biggest stress test- there must have been 25 connections going in the second class, and it did get bogged down where some computers were not connecting (rebooting the box helped). BUt in a few cases the load time was really slow. Painfully slow.

One fix I need to do is to re-organize the photos. Right now, I run a script on updates that makes thumbnail version of all new images, but the links are alway to the full sized images, which can be upwards of 3 Mb. What I think I will do is make the default viewing size 800px wide, and provide a link to the full size for use when people might be doing editing. On the drive down, I formulated how I want this to work, and I just need to crack open my rusty Javascript skills.

I am still hoping as well to try my hands at some python scripting.

But really today was all about getting that vibe of the high school experience (I am convinced I attended in the neo-lithic age). And mostly, a heap more respect of al that teachers like Vicki give, role modeling and being tough. And how important teachers are, it is so easy to underestimate what they do.


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I’m eager to see what the kids shared in the box, I am diving in!

Visiting Cool Cat Teacher Vicki Davis


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For about the 90th time on my road trip, I am overwhelmed at the gracious openness that people give me, even when I drop in almost last minute. Two days ago, while I was visiting Cindy Jennings in Spartanburg, South Carolina, I looked ahead to me route map, and noticed I would be going through south central Georgia, and likely not far from Camilla, where Vicki Davis calls home.

I’ve “Known” Vicki for year through onlien channels, her early blogging as Cool Cat Teacher, and her Flat Classroom work, being part of the K-12 Horizon reports etc. Were it not for a chance meetup in Seattle early on this trip instigated by Steve Dembo, today would have been my first meeting with Vicki.

Dspite her being crazy busy with school, family, writing books, running online projects, and likely 600 other things, Vicki and her husband graciously met up with me this afternoon, showed me around her family farm, took me to feed the catfish and visit her (cousin?) who runs a real life alligator farm. She set me up in the lovely Eagle Eyrie B&B. Tomorrow I will gwt to visit Vicki’s world famous classroom at Westwood High School and do a StoryBox demo as well.


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Sadly, I was not allowed to take any photos of the alligators, but I learned all about how they are raised, saw a few of small to medium size, and learn how they grown to spec for… um.. well fashion products and meat. In a big way. On a big scale. Hey! Maybe MOOCs don’t but alligator sure scale.

Vicki shared so many stories I wish I had my mike on the whole time or been able to broadcast to ds106, but since Dr Garcia asked so nicely, I made a recording of a bit of our conversation before pizza showed up for dinner.

We talked about her current projects, and what she thinks people in the future might make of this time period.

Conversation with Vicki Davis

Later (likely not on recording) we had a bit of talk of what her students shared what might be “Web 4.0″ Are you ready for that? Vicki sure seems like it.

Thanks Vicki, for being such a Cool Cat to this Road Dog.


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Road Stats Week 19


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  • Number of days on the road: 126
  • Miles Driven: 11,476
  • Most Recent 1000 mile marker: 11,000 miles, east of Nashville, TN on October 21
  • Number of States/Provinces driven in: 22
  • Number of US/Canadian Border Crossings: 4
  • Money spent on gas: $3048
  • Cheapest gas price: $3.08/gallon (Fountain Inn, SC).
  • Highest gas price: $5.64/gallon (CA$1.39/liter) (Wawa, ON).
  • Photos posted: 2485 (that is an average of 19.7 per day)


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  • Number of iPhones dropped into canyons: 1
  • Number of nights in hotels/B&B: 13
  • Number of nights camping: 20
  • Best Campground and Experience (likely never to be knocked off this list): Canoeing to Wallace Island, BC with Scott Leslie; close second Holly Bay Campground, Daniel Boone National Forest.

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    • Number of un,non,anti conference family reunions attended: 1 Bavastock!
    • Most unexpected activities: Riding a tractor on the Durnin Farm, Helping a friend of a friend move in Nashville, and one other I have to keep private I will reveal soon.


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    • Most depressing shell of a city: Danville VA
    • Number of times spent helping a friend of a friend move: 1 (thats what happens when you drive a truck)
    • Number of new forms of transportation: 4 (paddleboard, Jet Ski, 4 wheel Quad, tractor)
    • Best Beach Walk: Batchawana Bay Provincial Park
    • Number of times I was really kidnapped : 0
    • Number of places I faked being at during the search for Center of the Internet: 3
    • Number of blog posts written during search for Center of the Internet: 8
    • Number of videos created for search for Center of the Internet: 7


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    • Best ds106 radio cast- talking vinyl and fake revolutionaries with Gardner Campbell
    • Friend/Relatives Homes Visited/Mooched Upon: 31


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    • Laundry Stops: 14
    • Number of Breweries Visited: 7 (Glenwood Canyon Brewery (CO), Revolution Brewing, Paonia CO; Laughing Dog Brewing, Sandpoint ID; Grizzly Paw, Canmore AB; Steamwhistle, Toronto ON; Ottos, State College PA).
    • Number of ds106 radio broadcasts with new people: 10 (most recent with Tom Woodward in Richmond VA)
    • Number of Super Late Night ds106 Broadcasts That Were Totally Worth It: All of them.


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    My aPhone


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    Yes, it is so- this LG Thrive is my (temporary) replacement for my iPhone that lept over a cliff this week.

    It is a Droid.

    Frankly the fervent fetishing of this phone over that phone tires me (though I really want the one that starts with “i”). Here’s the reasoning… The nearest AT&T stores, even the ones within 30 miles, do not have the 4S in stock. I need a phone now. It seemed hardly worth it to contract in with an old model. I am more than 30 days out from being eligible for an upgrade.

    I could have gone to a Verizon store, but with future plans for international travel, a CDMA phone makes zero sense, even if the US network is better.

    Shane at the local AT&T outlet store was helpful .I asked about replacement smart phones, and he told me the ones in his store were priced more than the ones available down the street. He rigged me up with an AT&T sim card, and off I went to Best Buy to get a “Go” Phone. I did see that they had the 4S in stock, but with a few calls to AT&T Customer Careless, I would be left paying for an early upgrade fee, and extra $150 (?).

    And then I realized was told that the unlocked 4S would be out next month, and that makes the most sense for 2012 where I might have several trips out of the US.

    Thus I found myself buying an Android phone. Yes, it is not the same, I miss the iOS interface, but frankly it does just about everything my iPhone could. Some notes:

    • The Google integration is great for mail, calendar, etc. I even got access to my entire music collection with one click.
    • I’ve been able to find apps that match what I had on the iPhone and used frequently, including Words with Friends, Facebook, twitter, Skype, photo editors, Evernote. I found a media player that I can use to listen to ds106 radio (of course there is no broadcast one). I’m only using the free apps, but the market place has tons of stuff.
    • The camera is not bad, and I found a really good audio recorder, even if it records in the obscure .pcm format (another addon converts to mp3)
    • The battery life sucks. Quickly.
    • I like being able to add widgets to the main screens; like a small audio player tuned into ds106, or a twitter widget for mentions. I deleted them so it would not suck battery, but nice to know they are there.
    • It mush have a 250 Mb sd card in there, I have already tun out of room- I will have to add a bigger card.
    • It is super good that when I connect by USB to by MacBookPro, I have full access to my content files.

    I can drag files to and from the phone with ease.

    I am more bothered by this in iOS. I can understand a rationale to hide the file system from the general average user. But there is a file system in there, cause stuff exists as files. To make it totally unavailable to everyone, is, well, dogmatic. It is akin to OS X– it is a beautiful and elegant GUI, that sits atop a unix OS, which I can get to if I want to.

    It pretty much does 90% of what I want it to do, and I can live with it for a few months. In fact, it makes more and more sense for me to live with and use this other OS, as we should not get so singularly locked into bogus places of platform superiority.

    In other breaking news, I guess my iPhone is still alive- I am getting tweets from @CogDogsiPhone

    I am so happy that my iPhone is having some fun. I do miss him, but can do oka with my aPhone.

    The ds106 radio Vinyl / Revolution Session with Gardner Campbell


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    There are too many reasons to list for me to say why I enjoy hanging out with Gardner Campbell one of them being the regular education he gives me in things like how vinyl records are mastered and the real meaning of revolutions. We did all of that the first night I stayed with him at his new home near Blacksburg, Virginia, and I wrm twisted him to have this conversation on ds106 radio. Here’s the full archive, below some highlights.

    Gardner Campbell on ds106 radio

    The first bit of new activity I am now aware is scanning what is in the “dead wax” of LPs. This is where codes are engraved that have meaning to audiophiles, and where the producers often add their own signature in terms of a name or initials. The disc Gardner was eager to play for me was a copy he scored in a Greensboro store of Led Zeppelin II, of which songs I have heard many times, but none like on the system in Gardner’s man cave/ basement.


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    The story is that the original person doing the mastering, Bob Ludgwig wanted to create an album that had a wide range of intensity, so that the depths of the grooves in the album, which generate the sound, were so much that the average record needles at the time would skip. Too many people would return the albums, that the record company got someone else to remaster it, to “tone it down”. Therefore, there are out there, a number of rarer versions of this same LP, with the “RL” initials- the so called “hot mix” masters.

    Gardner has tracked these on eBay with prices in the $400 range, so he was excited to find one in this store at all, much less at a $5 price.

    So we began the radio session with the full on “Whole Lptta Love” and sat together on the couch feeling like that “hair blown backwards” effect. Gardner gave the full on intensive explanation of how records are mastered, the difference between analog and digital, and what that process meant for the music.

    i’m struck by parallels of the Bob Ludwig story. He envisioned, saw, created a form of expression that was too bold, rich for the technology of the time. People could not handle it. So The Man came in and watered it down, made it more palatable for the masses. But that rich experience is still out there, for those who care to seek it, who are willing to flip through bins and scrutinize the hidden codes in the dead wax.

    We shifted a bit to talk about his New Media seminars, the two masterings of the same songs (get it) he runs as an undergraduate honors seminar here at Virginia Tech, From Memex to YouTube and the Faculty/Staff New Media Development seminar, Awakening the Digital Imagination. Both of these are structured as participant led discussions of selected papers from the New Media Reader.

    Tagging resources and blogging is a huge part of this, with the student’s “mother blog” at http://blogs.lt.vt.edu/vtnmsf11 and the faculty/staff mother blog at https://blogs.lt.vt.edu/vtnmfsf11. These are both rich with thinking, activity, etc.

    I’ve had a chance to participate in both of these this week, and it is inspiring, in many ways for the way gardner leads these from the back of the room… meaning that he gently leans on the rudder, but lets the participants do the sailing. The students had a wide ranging discussion of Bill Viola’s “Condominiums in Data Space” with great discussion of the ideas of video editing as a metaphor for our lives, the parable of the porcupine and the car, and a wonderful shared wondering of Viola’s mind blowing video The Reflecting Pool.

    The faculty seminar was covering the two readings from McLuhan, and we ran through the notions of myth, went off on a tangent about syncopation, including a participant clapping and one dancing to demonstrate the concept. We had a ranging discussion of what McLuhan might have meant by “Grotesque” leading to of several places, the wikipedia article. I found this bit to be most fascinating:

    In fiction, characters are usually considered grotesque if they induce both empathy and disgust. (A character who inspires disgust alone is simply a villain or a monster.)

    One participant put out the question, Would McLuhan have taken on using twitter- his form of compact but denses expression certainly fits the form, and sure enough we devolved into finding his is http://twitter.com/marshallmcluhan. Gardner proceeded to follow and message him.

    There’s a lot more to these, but it is an example of how meaningful it is to take time to have these shared discussions, unraveling big ideas, that we would not typically do in the every day course of our “jobs”.

    I did ask Gardner who he thought who among contemporaries might be in a future version of the New Media Reader, which he specualted might/ought to include new forms of media (e.g. blog posts, videos, interactives). He listed:

    Back to the radiocast, since our friends were listening from the OpenEd11 conference I asked him to share some thoughts there, and you can hear the intensity of his passion when talking about what he experience at EDUCAUSE conference, with Blackboard touting their embracing of openness.

    Gardner was appalled at the corporate waving of the “We embrace openness” flags, leading him to issue what I might cite as Tweet of the year with its subtle reference to 1984:

    If we allow corporations in this country to appropriate the language of liberation when their behavior has been exactly in the opposite direction, then we deserve what we get. And I’m not going there.

    Apparently this led to an un-named Blackboard rep verbally accosting Gardner and not being quite so “embracing”.

    Apparently there were t-shirts at the conference featuring words to effect of a “Blackboard revolution”, leading Gardner to speculate about the Che Guevera style t-shirts of “I don’t know who this guy is (but I think he is cool)”

    Going on to talking about open education, Gardner said quite a few of quote worthy bits:

    The real frontier is open educational experiences, that is not just the stuff, the quote,unquote content, but some way to plug in to and share the narrative of going through this experience. That is why the process of bloggin in education is so important to me. You are not just getting a lecture, a term paper, or even a project, you are getting the story of what it is like to be in that experience.

    If you heard Jim Groom’s keynote the next day, you can connect the lines.

    And, Gardner also spoke of his passion for having people using blogging to narrate their ideas/ thunking, learning– and being proud of the work being done with a new program he is proud of here at Virginia Tech, the Honors Residential College blogging initiative .

    I’ve tried to frame it as the importance of telling your story, becoming a citizen on the web, I’ve tried to frame it as an obligation to provide the service of creating context.

    ….

    None of us makes meaning of life in a completely isolated way… One of the ways we create meaning in the world is to experience the world with other people. And to do that in a way in which we actually narrate the process, narrate the experience… context becomes a service we provide for each other.

    It’s not about writing about learning, it’s writing as a form of learning.

    Vinyl and revolutions and blogging- it’s all in the hot mix.