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November 6, 2005

airport as mechanical toy

David Toop, Haunted Weather: Music, Silence, and Memory (London: Serpent's Tail, 2004):
On 11 November I was standing in a check-in queue at Heathrow's Terminal Three, on my way to Canada, when an announcement was broadcast, requesting 'cooperation' in the observation of a 2-minute silence. Few scenes in modern life are more redolent of a mechanical toy in action than a major airport during peak hours. The sensation of highly controlled, perpetual and repetitious movement is overwhelming. An atmosphere of fairytale entrancement suppresses the underlying panic that afflicts all sensible travellers (one reason I life artist Mariko Mori's projected work, Miko No Inori, or Shaman Girl's Prayer, with its plaintive incantation performed by Mori as plastic spiritual cyberbabe in the ultradesign of Osaka's Kansei airport). For those processing through this environment, a silence to honour the dead is reluctantly conceded (death may be imminent, after all), easily observed by those like me who still wait in a queue but almost impossible for the airline staff and travellers who have reached their moment of ecstatic confrontation at a desk. Almost imperceptibly, hush oozed downwards through Heathrow, a gentle slide that softened the outlines of jagged chatter, audio alerts, luggage belts and disembodied unwanted information speak. The mechanical toy took perhaps 128 second to crawl to a complete stop, then another 2 second to relocate its life force. (43-44).

Recent air travel entries by KF and Chuck resonate, for me, with this passage from Toop's book.

October 27, 2005

and i'm off

M is now recovered enough to be independent again. This morning I am on my way to the D.C. area to attend a conference, where I'll be chairing a panel and giving a paper.

Internet access should be no problem while I'm travelling, so if you're in the area and want to get together on Sunday, drop me a line or leave a comment.

August 2, 2005

blogging from an illinois cornfield

Phone call from the cornfield

To answer a question from Jason: If you already have a Blogger account (they're free), then it's very easy to use Audioblogger.

July 30, 2005

tired

Nothing makes you feel like a million bucks quite like sitting in a car for eleven hours. Four states. Over five hundred miles. Generally healthy food (although I can neither confirm nor deny the rumors that fries and a shake were consumed at some point this afternoon).

I'm now sitting in the lobby of the Holiday Inn located downtown in a city I lived in for a few months a long time ago. A few moments ago, an easy listening version of the Smiths' "Every Day is Like Sunday" was playing, to be followed by a similar version of Patsy Cline's "I Fall to Pieces." Very strange that this does not seem so strange. The hotel claims there's free WiFi available in the lobby, but they lie! You can't actually get anywhere once you're logged onto the network. Fie upon thee, fickle hotel WiFi!

Mostly, however, I mourn for you, dear reader. You will have to wait to see all of the clever photos I took today.

Audioblogging from the road has been taking place here.

We're about halfway to New Town.

July 28, 2005

final days

I returned the cable modem today, and now I'm blogging to you on one of the six wireless signals that saturate my apartment. I plan to audio blog over the next few days at this location, so check in there if you want updates on the cross-country move. The packers arrive tomorrow. I don't know what my Internet access will be like before Tuesday, but we're supposed to have the new service hooked up on that day at some point.

July 25, 2005

countdown to new town

Gotta...

  • ...do the last packing. L did most of it while I was travelling.
  • ...have lunch, and dinner, and coffee, and drinks with KC friends.
  • ...tie up various administrative and financial loose ends at school.
  • ...turn off the utilities here and turn on the utilities there.
  • ...wait for the movers to come load up the truck.
  • ...drive, drive, drive.

If you'd like postcards from the road, gmail me at non.zombie

"New Town," by Vic Chesnutt.

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July 17, 2005

hello, down there

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SHARP 2005 is taking place this weekend in Halifax, Nova Scotia, although I imagine it's just about over by now. I took the above pic of the navigation display in front of me as my flight from Manchester to Newark passed over. I also grabbed this shot of the actual terra firma. I couldn't make this year's conference, due to scheduling conflicts, but I have every intention of going next year.

July 16, 2005

one last post from manchester

Ah, WiFi at the airport for 10p a minute. My flight leaves in about two hours, which gives me plenty of time to get my coffee on. I have that weird "I'm up earlier than usual and the lights are making my eyes feel funny" feeling.

I meant to blog an announcement about the opening reception last night for my friend Maria's solo show at the Kemper Museum, but Wordherders was acting up, so I couldn't. So, KC readers, even if you missed the reception, go check out her work.

And now for more coffee.

June 29, 2005

since our last episode...

...I have

  • been shopping with Laurie and Jeff on Regent Street in London on Sunday (we ate lunch at a pub called Shakespeare's Head, which features witty Elizabethan sayings on the walls like "Having a hairy chest does not make you a porn star"),
  • had dinner and then a pint with Meg on Sunday night,
  • spent all day in the BL on Monday, joining Scott, Shelley, and Meg for lunch,
  • trained up to Oxford on Tuesday to look at some things in the Bodleian, where the bathroom graffiti announces that "This place is full of scary old men and scary old books" (mad props* to Ian for making my trip to the town and to the library so effortless),
  • spent the night at Ian's and Fiona's.

And finally, today I took the train to Manchester, where I am currently posting from an Internet cafe. I have some good pix to post, but wireless access for my laptop is uncertain, so I'm not sure when I'll be able to share them. The plan is to take it easy today, do some grocery shopping, maybe catch a movie, and then hit the ground running tomorrow at the MARC.

*I'm so hip, aren't I?

June 19, 2005

busy few days

Friday and Saturday were awesome research days at the British Library. I found some really juicy stuff that's going to be very useful. I was there yesterday from 9:30 until closing at 5:00 yesterday, and I was so excited by what I was finding that I didn't want to leave.

My time has not been filled only with work, however. Friday night I saw a very good production of Henry IV Part 1 with Laurie and her friend Jessica at the National Theatre. Tuesday night we'll catch the second part. Jessica totally kicks ass for landing tickets to supposedly sold-out shows.

Last night my friend Nancy and I headed out to the hip joint of the moment, which goes by the name of the Boogaloo. It's supposed to be the place to see and be seen, but it seemed just like any other pub I've been to in London. Well, there was one difference: the beer was about twice as expensive. Still, it was fun to hang out there, and the way the juke box works is pretty cool. The rumor is that Coldplay went there once to take in (or contribute to) the vibe and got angry when no one recognized them.

Today was an eighteenth-century geek's idea of paradise. Nancy and I shared a delicious lunch at a Thai restaurant, then visited Dennis Severs' House (see photo below), which is one part living history site and two parts happening.

Subsequently, we walked up City Road to John Wesley's chapel, built in the 1760s, and to Bunhill Fields, the Nonconformists' cemetery right across the street.

The Museum of London was our next stop, and coincidentally enough, there is a sculpture next to the entrance that marks the site of John Wesley's conversion experience; Wesley described feeling a "strange warming of the heart" while walking along Aldersgate Street. Not exactly the most dramatic of descriptions given that some of Wesley's evangelical peers were passing out and speaking in tongues.

The Museum of London is a well-done presentation of the history of the city, with artifacts from the last several hundred years. We each bought a reproduction of a 1745 London map, and then headed straight for the Restoration and eighteenth-century sections, which has an exhibit on the Great Fire of 1666, and then several other exhibits organized thematically around themes like "printing" or "prison." Perhaps I'm making it sound too dry, but it really is well done. I especially like this "sermon glass".

Next on the agenda: more walking! We ended up at a pub for a couple of pints of John Courage (produced by a brewery founded in 1787), and capped off the day with dinner at an Indian restaurant of my favorite kind.

Now I'm going to bed...

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June 18, 2005

serendipity

I'm sitting in a London coffee shop and Internet cafe on Judd Street, waiting for the BL to open, and the radio is playing "Kansas City Here I Come," by Big Joe Turner.

June 16, 2005

okay, y'all

What would you like me to blog about? Are my research updates boring you?

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this is what i see...

...when I look out the window from my room.

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June 15, 2005

patterns emerge

After all that sleep last night, I was much more focused today. I'm beginning to feel more confident about seeing some patterns in the magazine I'm reading. This particular magazine has a confusing publishing history, having appeared in three different sequences, each time starting over with the numbering of volumes: 1766-1773, 1774-1783, 1784. And then in 1784 it merged with another evangelical magazine. Very messy, but also very interesting.

It's increasingly rare that a scholar actually has to travel to examine publications like this. An enormous amount of material is now available online through commercial projects like Early English Books Online, Eighteenth-Century Collections Online, and The Eighteenth Century microfilm collection. These resources are quite expensive, however, and many colleges and universities cannot afford them.

Somehow, what I'm researching has managed to slip beneath the radar of any of these projects, and so here I am, examining the only surviving complete run of this periodical (or perhaps the only surviving complete run that's been catalogued). I hope to be done with this task by Friday or Saturday, and then I'll be researching some other materials.

One small thing I'd like to find: John Wesley refers to a published announcement regarding his intent to begin producing The Arminian Magazine. The last time I checked the ESTC, which was awhile ago, I could not find this announcement. Hopefully I'll track it down. I've done a lot of research on The Arminian Magazine in the past and am now looking at other, competing periodicals of the time.

Side note: I learned today that copies of The Gentleman's Magazine, an extremely successful secular periodical of the eighteenth century, are available in the open stacks* of one of the rooms at the British Library. This means I don't have to actually request it volume by volume but can browse at my leisure. Very nice. Something I'm after are the places where these magazines reference each other through their prefaces and other paratextual materials. How did they see themselves and their rivals? Sometimes there are quite bitter and direct attacks. Sometimes the references are oblique.

So far, my routine has been sleep, eat, research, eat, research, eat, beer, sleep. Not much playtime. However, I've run into some people I know that I knew would be here, and we're making some plans for Friday and Saturday night as well as Sunday. I'll keep you posted, of course.

*Which reminds me that I was planning on writing about what researching in special collections is like. Many of you already know, of course, but many of you do not.

jet lag is a funny thing

Twelve hours of sleep engulfed me last night after a measly five made a brief visit the night before. At 9:00 p.m. the sky is brighter than a boy visiting from Kansas City would expect, and at 3:45 in the morning the first hints of dawn are visible. Yesterday was a better day than the day before, but the time change still makes its presence known. I'm getting a later start today than I'd like, but I'm willing to cut myself some slack in the first couple of days, when my body and brain are still confused as to where in the world I am.

You can reach me in my room, where I'll be in the evenings, via telephone at 020 7837 8888 x2521, but you're on your own when it comes to negotiating the country codes and such. Remember that I'm five hours ahead of the East Coast and six ahead of the Midwest. Those of you in the UK and on the continent don't have much to worry about in that area, of course.

And I'm off to the library.

June 14, 2005

research update

Just a quick note here, dear reader, as I'm grabbing some free WiFi in a dining hall with an etiquette notice forbidding the use of laptops. My flight over was fine, and I managed to put in a brief appearance yesterday at the British Library, even though my lack of sleep made me feel like a real zombie, not just the Internet kind. As fate would have it, I encountered a former student who is now finishing up his PhD in English. I last saw him when he was a freshman in one of my sections of intro to British literature at the University of Maryland. Time flies!

I'm looking at British evangelical periodicals at the BL, and I may have more to say about the fruits of my research in the coming days. Or I may keep it to myself until print publication. What's interesting is that I'm seeing the same names involved in these publishing ventures crop up again and again.

There's also a thread I want to follow involving the controversy surrounding the claim of a publisher that a certain set of printed sermons represent the authentic words of a particular preacher who, conveniently enough for the publisher, happened to be dead at the time of publication. The sermons were purportedly taken down in shorthand by an audience member, then transcribed, then printed. This is one of those threads you don't expect to find, but that you are obliged to follow once you do. You know me: I'm a sucker for the whole "speech-script-print" thing

Oh, and I bought a surprisingly affordable CD-ROM of "the world’s earliest complete survival of a dated printed book."

June 11, 2005

gearing up

In case I should meet the Queen, I've packed a decent blazer. Hmm, I should probably include a tie.

  • Passport? check
  • Currency? check
  • Tickets? check
  • iPod? check
  • Camera? check
  • Laptop? check
  • Comfy clothes for travel? check
  • Books to read on flight? check

My first tran-Atlantic flight took place in 1979 when we moved to Belgium. Back then, people dressed up because flying felt like a special occasion. I wore a polyester 3-piece suit. I wish I was kidding. This time it's jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoody. The temperature will hover in the mid-60s in London this week, which sounds pretty nice

I completely overhauled the laptop earlier today and somehow ended up with 15 gigs of free disk space I didn't know I had. Need to make sure I take an ethernet cable and a lock to secure the computer when I'm away from my room.

My itinerary tomorrow takes me first to Houston, which means a 9-hour flight from there to London. Ugh. If the first leg instead took me to Newark, I'd be in the UK much sooner. Well, at least I might have a chance to snap a shot of that weird statue of Bush the Elder they have in the Houston airport. If I do, you'll be the first to know, dear reader.

June 10, 2005

travel

If you can hear a piano fall, you can here me comin' down the hall.

Monday morning I wake up in London. I'm nowhere near as nervous as I was two years ago.

June 5, 2005

Samuel Johnson's Cat

Heidi very generously gifted me with one of the free Pro Flickr accounts she had. Yay! I've uploaded a bunch of my London photos from last summer.

This one is a shot of a statue commemorating Hodge, Samuel Johnson's cat. Hodge is sitting on top of Johnson's Dictionary, demonstrating that in the eighteenth century, cats were just as likely to sit on your work as they are in the twenty-first century.

June 4, 2005

world of whiskeys

World of Whiskeys

I've uploaded a bunch of my pix from last year's trip to England and France. I think I'm going to go ahead and get a pro Flickr account ($24.95/year) because I've already exceeded my month's allotment of free bandwidth, and I'm inclined to take a lot more pictures if there's an easy way to share them online with others.

I bought a bottle of 18-year-old single malt Scotch in this shop at one of the London airports (Gatwick, I think, although I also used Heathrow).

I am still in love with Flickr, by the way.

April 4, 2005

post-show commentary, i

A few thoughts about Las Vegas:

  • I expected Las Vegas to be characterized by 1970s glamour gone to seed, kind of grimy and slightly dangerous. But really its aesthetic is more like a giant shopping mall. Don't get me wrong: I'm not looking down my nose at the city. It's just not what I expected.
  • The Las Vegas monorail may be a quick and inexpensive way to get from one end of the strip to the other, but it does so by taking you by the most visually uninteresting parts of the city. And the pre-recorded tour information is gratingly chipper.
  • The Star Trek bar at the Las Vegas Hilton is a great place to get a Romulan martini. Okay, I made that drink up, but the bar and the whole Star Trek Experience thing is pretty cool. Every once in awhile, someone goes walking by in full costume and makeup, talking in character with the patrons.
  • I had hoped to sleep on the flights home--I left at 1:15 a.m. and got back to the apartment at 10:00 a.m.--but alas, this was not to be. For the first time in over thirty years of flying, however, I was bumped up to first class. Very nice. I tried to watch Pieces of April on my laptop to pass the time, but I didn't think it was that good and gave up after about 45 minutes: too many indie film cliches. The movie they showed on the flight--and why show a movie from 1:15 to 3:45 in the morning?--was Spanglish. Even without the sound on I could tell that movie sucks.
  • The Alexis Park Resort is a nice place to stay, but I had a frustrating time with my reservation and billing. Mistakes were made and apologies were not. I may blog about this in more detail, if I have the time and inclination

April 3, 2005

tired

My flight doesn't board until 12:40 a.m. That's the bad news. I have a couple of movies on my laptop, 28 Days Later and Pieces of April, plus there's free wireless here. That's the good news.

I had coffee with Mademoiselle Polkadot this morning and then walked all over Vegas. Crashing hard, at the moment. I'm much, much too tired to write it all up now. Suffice it to say that Vegas is not Boston.

Okay, I will report this: A room full of patrons at the Hard Rock Cafe singing along to Radiohead: "I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here."

Yes, we are all on the margins.

April 1, 2005

vegas

After racking up 1,800 frequent flyer miles yesterday, I made it to the conference hotel, delivered my paper along with three other people on my panel, engaged in some Q&A discussion, which was nice, given that we were the last panel of the day and had gone over our time limit, looked around for people I know, didn't see any, went back to my room, ordered room service, crashed.

What kind of a time zone lets the sun come up at 5:00 a.m.? It's hard enough to sleep in, given the time zone change.

The weather here is beautiful. I haven't been to the strip, yet. I need coffee.

To the person who hoped to go out with me last night: sorry I crashed so early. I'm really not a boring old man.

December 26, 2004

this was our christmas day

Tomorrow I hope to be able to meet up with Vika and Deb.

December 25, 2004

christmas in new york

Yesterday we had lunch at the Thai place in the Polish Brooklyn neighborhood where we're staying. Then we went to the newly expanded Museum of Modern Art (see this piece in the New Yorker), where I got to spend some time with a few of my favorite artists:

I also made the acquaintance of the work of a few new (to me) artists:

Weseley's photographs, the result of exposures lasting up to three years, are amazing. Longstanding structures are portrayed as solid, but people, cars, and buildings under construction appear as ghosts at best.

Around 6:00 we had a couple of drinks at Union Square, then headed to a restaurant named Bruxelles for a meal of mussels and pommes frites accompanied by some delicious Belgian beer.

Today? I have no idea what we're doing today.

December 24, 2004

i still love you, new york

ryandams.gold.jpg Love don't play any games with me
Anymore like she did before.
The world won't wait, so I better shake
That thing right out there through the door.
Hell, I still love you, New York.
-Ryan Adams, "New York, New York"

I am blue-state bound.

October 19, 2004

mla bloggers

I'll be heading back east to visit family and friends in December. And yes, I'll be in Philadelphia for the annual meeting of the Modern Language Association at the same time as many of the folks who read this blog. I'd be happy to meet as many of you as want to get together at this annual shin-dig. Last year, I met up with Chuck and Kathleen in the hotel bar (and I met Steven Shaviro briefly).

This year there seem to be many more likely-to-attend-MLA bloggers who are aware of each other. With that in mind, I've taken the liberty of creating MLA Bloggers. If you'd like to contribute, send me an email.

Also, let's all write to the organizers of the MLA to ask them to put the entire conference program online, so that misrepresentations of the work we do will not be quite so easy to get away with. What the heck, let's all write MLA President Robert Scholes.

Bonus Links: " The Academic Job Interview Revisited," by Mary Dillon Johnson (via Prof Grrrrl).

September 3, 2004

pix / picks / picts?

It was a busy day, and Chuck left before we had a chance to get his picture.


This is Mike trying to look silly.

This is me trying to look cool.

Do I look like Dee Dee Ramone?

August 30, 2004

return of the soggy bottom boys

I ended up with some extra time at the tail-end of my Georgia trip, so this morning I headed to Georgia State University to visit some old friends. Mike, Chuck, and I went to lunch together and walked a few blocks around downtown. Man, Atlanta has changed so much in the ten years since I moved away, and GSU has changed even more since my time as a student here. We talked about careers, teaching, research, and the permeable membrane between academia and the rest of the world that is the blog. I'm writing from Mike's office right now, and within minutes I will head to the airport. Class prep in the airport lounge, back in KC at 8:00 tonight, and back in class tomorrow morning. Adieu for now.

August 1, 2004

photos from manchester

I've uploaded the pix from my trip to Manchester, England. There are not so many of them, once you take out the cows: about 60 in all. Particularly interesting, I think, are the photos of two exhibits from the Museum of Science and Industry:

  1. the Jacquard loom, a 200-year-old precursor to the modern computer. (I contributed my photos to the relevant Wikipedia entry.)
  2. the Small-Scale Experimental Machine (aka "the Baby"), "[t]he world's first stored-program electronic digital computer[, which] successfully executed its first program on 21st June 1948." (Source.)

July 31, 2004

costume party

costume.party

London, England: Near Waterloo station. They were confused as to why I wanted to take a picture, but they were both just dead sexy in their costumes. He just looks a bit puzzled, perhaps, but she's working that costume: look at what she's doing with her left leg.

July 30, 2004

ghost bike

Manchester, England: Ghost Bike

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July 29, 2004

huggy bear

London, England: That's me on the left, my friend and colleague Laurie Ellinghausen on the right, and an unidentified literary scholar in the middle. The three of us met at the British Library and then went out for coffee (and honey).

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July 27, 2004

london to newark

A quick post from the Newark airport, where I'm en route to KC. Last week I met Miriam from ScribblingWoman at the Starbucks (I know, I know) across the street from the British Library, and she has a brief entry on the meetup. It was great to meet her, and as she says, there's a strange kind of familiarity that comes from talking with someone whose life story you've been reading for a few months.

I have a backlog of information to share, dear reader, and a whole mess of photos, but that will have to wait for now because we are about to board. Look for more over the weekend. I see Sonic Youth this Saturday in Columbia, Missouri, and I'm quite happy about that fact.

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July 25, 2004

an apple...or something

I'll blog more about SHARP 2004 when I'm back in KC. Right now there are too many fun things to do over here. Suffice it to say that the conference was great. I'm back in London, now, where the weather is mercifully cooler.

As I was leaving the British Library yesterday, I passed three Americans looking at the enormous statue of Isaac Newton in the library's courtyard.

Man with strong southern (American) accent: Issac Newton. Now what was he famous for?
Young Woman, looking at the compass Newton is using: Drawing a circle?
Other Young Woman: The laws of gravity.
Me: He invented calculus.*
Man: Yeah, or an apple fell on his head or somethin'.
Me: [blank stare]

*This is not entirely correct, it turns out. According to the Wikipedia entry "Newton ... shares credit with Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz for the development of differential calculus."

July 21, 2004

while you were sleeping

I am about to deliver my paper at SHARP 2004, dear reader, but you are probably asleep right now so I won't ask you to send me good vibes. Lyon, France is fun, but hot. I cannot seem to stop sweating. My French has held up remarkably well, thankfully.

The keyboards are not QWERTY, so typing is a challenge. I cannot find the necessary keys to create HTML tags, for example.

More later!

July 18, 2004

moochester to london

Posting some pics from earlier in my trip: ladies and gentlemen, the lovely ladies of Manchester.

I had a very productive day yesterday in the British Library. The staff are just top notch and very helpful. I must admit, though, that when I first arrived, I was treated a bit brusquely (the bluejeans and bleached-out hair probably don't help) until the "Dr." on my UMKC card was noticed. Then everything was peaches and cream. It's good to know my advanced education is good for something.

Last night we had a fantastic South Indian meal (I blogged a NY Times article about this cuisine back in April) and then headed to the Tate Modern, where we took in the sublimely eerie "Head to Head" before settling in at the bar on the top floor and gazing out at St. Paul's across the Thames while mocking the pretensions of our snooty French waiter.

July 16, 2004

i shake like a toothache

Manchester to London: three hours on a very Star Trek Virgin train with Sonic Youth in my ears. Rain and dark skies are exchanged for breezy warm blue. Meet Laurie at Euston Station. Walk for ten minutes to the Goodenough Club. Almost weep with pleasure at the posh, but tiny, room in which I'm staying. I've been in a dormitory for three weeks. Shower. Lie on the bed for a few minutes. Take the tube to Brick Lane, London's latest hip neighborhood (and the title of a recent novel). Delicious Bangladeshi food. Then a hookah bar for exotic and fruity drinks served by an Italian/Swedish server. Now for some sleep. Research in the morning: Calvinistic evangelical periodical.

July 1, 2004

zero time

There's a moment when you're crossing all the time zones at 625 miles per hour, when the light in the sky no longer looks normal, when flight attendants have brought you a meal and you're not sure if you're supposed to be hungry or not but you eat it anyway. There's a moment when the hands just fall off the face of the clock, the gears slip loose from the spring, and you have no idea what time it is. I started thinking of this as "zero time." The passage of time eludes your senses. I kept doing the math, and it didn't seem to help. The inside of the Boeing 777 offered no usual indicators of time, and the trip here to England seemed to be over before I knew it. I managed only about 2 hours of fitful sleep.

I'm researching Methodist communications networks in eighteenth-century Britain: preaching, letter writing, diaries, publishing, reading, writing, listening, sharing. The first day in the library was pretty spacey due to lack of sleep, but I managed to get some good work done, returning to the inventory of books that was completed upon John Wesley's death in 1791. It's a very detailed snapshot of Methodist publishing activity in the late eighteenth-century.

Next, I returned to the Bible of Methodist lay preacher Samuel Bradburn, obsessively recording as many details from it as possible. This book is filled with marginalia, most of it in the form of fat "iron crosses" next to particular verses, which I take to be his system for reminding himself which texts to use when he preaches. Over a thousand of them are spread throughout just about every book in both the Old and New Testament. As far as I know, no one has ever written about the ways in which preachers customize their Bibles to improve their use as tools like this. I don't know how many Bibles that look like this survive from the eighteenth century, and I did not expect to find it: I just opened what I thought would be a box of Bradburn's personal papers and there it was.

I also got a tour of the boxes and boxes of manuscript material downstairs. Librarians and archivists are wonderful people, listening to what you're interested in and then pointing you towards what you need. And each box seemed to contain something unexpected. There are dozens of boxes containing thousands of pages, and as with most special collections, the level of cataloguing with most of the material is relatively general: you know the box contains the papers of so-and-so, but you don't necessarily know what those papers are. Diary? Receipt book? Letters? It's a treasure hunt. Fun and scary at the same time. What if I miss the best stuff? What if what I hope to find isn't here? What if it doesn't exist?

If you want to see something silly and fun, Manchester is currently doing the CowParade.

And just for yucks, here's a brief playlist of Manchester music in roughly chronological order:

  • Buzzcocks, "Just Lust"
  • Joy Division, "Digital"
  • New Order, "Blue Monday"
  • The Smiths, "Boy With the Thorn in His Side"
  • Badly Drawn Boy, "Pissing in the Wind"

Note: last year's Manchester Adventure starts here.

June 21, 2004

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.

May 22, 2004

pix from san fran trip

All the pix from the trip to San Francisco are now online. I used Web Album Generator, a free program, to create the gallery. There are no captions in my gallery right now, but the program makes it very easy to add them if you so desire.

a word from guest blogger mike

Hey there, Mikey D. here, taking over G's blog for a few minutes.

One of the supreme pleasures of academic life (how many are there?), it seems to me is that you can marshall your few opportunities for travel in such a way as to get a chance to see your best friends now and again. This is exactly how I have ended up in KC for a glorious two-day hang out with L and G.

I was in St. Louis for the national Writing Across the Curriculum conference and took a train from there to KC--an almost six hour ride--4 of which were without air conditioning. Sweltering heat complimented with the voluminous, innane ramblings of some drunk-ass yahoo on his way to "Jeff City" (that's Jefferson City, MO, yo) to go fishing. I'm no great fan of Jeff Foxworthy, but a line of his came to mind: if you've ever been too drunk to fish, you might be a redneck. Case in point.

My car had no air conditioning, and yet not so the other two cars behind me which I was not allowed to move to, for they were transporting a gaggle of young white Christians to God knows where (stipulating for this purpose that there is a god, of course).

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May 20, 2004

do you have a reservation?

This guy seemed to want to check in at our hotel.

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May 19, 2004

live bait

Welcome to the Ozarks. This ain't San Francisco, Toto.

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May 17, 2004

pix from chinatown

On Thursday, we walked from the hotel to Chinatown, where we spent about an hour before walking up to the aforementioned Coit Tower. Pix below the fold...

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May 16, 2004

it's a bird! it's a plane! it's superman! no, wait, it's a plane!

Earlier today, somewhere around Pike's Peak.

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me and buddha

This is your intrepid blogger in front of a bronze Buddha cast in 1790. The Japanese Tea Garden in Golden Gate Park is a beautiful and peaceful spot.

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flowers

Walking down the (steep!) hill from Coit Tower, we saw many little gardens like this one.

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what if this were your commute?

Wow.

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howl

How could you visit City Lights and not buy a copy of Howl?

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May 15, 2004

so much beauty

I was born in this time zone, so maybe I'm meant to be here. Or, as someone said tonight at dinner, "I'm a blue and green person, not a brown and green person."

I have lots of details to share (and great photos), but that will have to wait until I get back home. I fly out of here tomorrow at 2:00, and then on Monday morning, I leave for a retreat in the Ozarks.

May 14, 2004

eavesdropping

Scene 1: An elevator at Coit Tower.

Random Guy. Elevator Operator. Me.

Random Guy: "Hey, is this a radio station?"

Elevator Operator: "Yeah."

RG: "Which one?"

EO: "KOIT"

RG: "Oh, of course. Because this is the Coit tower."

EO: "No, that's a radio station. This is a tower."

RG: "I know, but they have the same name."

EO: "No, the station is K-O-I-T. The tower is C-O-I-T."

RG: "Right, because all radio stations start with a K."

Me, disobeying the prime directive: "Actually, all radio stations east of the Mississippi start with a W. Those west of the Mississippi start with a K."

RG: "Really?"

Me: "Yeah."

RG: "They're not different in the South?"

Me: "Nope."

Exeunt

May 13, 2004

a ghost is born

According to Pitchforkmedia, Wilco is about to head out on tour in support of their new album A Ghost is Born, which you can listen to in its entirety online. They are scheduled to perform in Manchester (UK) on July 14 at Manchester Academy, a venue I passed twice a day last summer as I trekked between The Verdene and the John Rylands University Library. I should, in fact, be in Manchester on July 14 and will probably be staying only a short walk from the venue. So while their show in Columbia (MO) was cancelled, it looks like I'll get to see them after all.

In other music news, I recently purchased Loretta Lynn's new album, the Jack White-produced Van Lear Rose (iTunes), largely because I liked what I heard when she performed "Portland, Oregon" on the David Letterman show recently. I've picked what I think are the four best tracks (iTunes iMix), if you want to give her new music a try.

This morning we leave for San Francisco, where we will be staying at the Hotel Rex. Apparently, we will be close to Lawrence Ferlinghetti's City Lights Bookstore, a landmark of American literary history. It's been twenty years since my last visit to the city. My junior year of high school was spent in northern California, a beautiful part of the world. Unfortunately, it was one in a string of bad years: four schools and three countries in four years. That was a long time ago, though.

William Gibson's Pattern Recognition will be coming along as airplane reading. The very first page features this particularly nice passage:

She knows, now, absolutely, hearing the white noise that is London, that Damien's theory of jet lag is correct, that her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here, hundreds of thousands of feet above the Atlantic. Souls can't move that quickly, and are left behind, and must be awaited, upon arrival, like lost luggage.

The aforementioned graduation present will be, as Sheri suggested, cash.

April 2, 2004

vegetarian indian cuisine

I bought a print copy of the NY Times for my flight to Boston last week. One of the best sections of the Times is their food section. Last week, there was a great article by Julia Moskin entitled, "After Centuries, the Vegetarian Feast of India Finally Arrives." Moskin writes,

With the arrival here of South Indian vegetarian staples like dosas and uttapams, samosa chat and idlis, Indian cooking in New York is finally reflecting how Indians eat in India. And that often means vegetarian meals at least twice a day, or an entirely vegetarian home kitchen. Indian restaurants outside India have rarely reflected the central role of vegetarian cooking in Indian life, or its varied flavors.

Ah, it is to laugh. Ten years after L and I ate first began eating about once a week at Udupi Palace in the DC area, the Times explains to its readers what dosas, uttapams, and idlis are. And KC has Udipi Cafe. Who says New York is the cutting edge?

March 28, 2004

conversation and mutual support

The nicest part of ASECS 2004 was being able to catch up with friends from grad school. The University of Maryland English Department had a powerhouse group of eighteenth-century graduate students there for awhile, and I was as influenced by the remarkable group of peers I found in grad school as I was by my professors. A surprising number of us ended up in tenure-track jobs. Liza Child teaches at Trinity College in D. C. Leigh Eicke is at Grand Valley State University. Mark Pedreira teaches at the University of Puerto Rico. Eleanor Shevlin is with West Chester University. (There are several others who were at UMD with us, but they were not at the conference.) Sharing our experiences and exchanging advice helped me to put my own life into perspective. I feel fortunate.

March 27, 2004

saturday in boston

I feel great. What a fantastic trip!

I attended an interesting panel this morning on teaching eighteenth-century poetry. It was packed: about 40 audience members. While some commentators willfully misrepresent what what the majority of literary scholars are up to--which allows the usual handwringers to decry our field--anyone actually paying attention knows what the real score is. Check out the ASECS 2004 program for yourself. (Note that ASECS is interdisciplinary, so the program features a variety of humanities fields.)

After lunch with Vika, I walked the streets of Boston for about four and a half hours. Chinatown seems bigger and nicer than D.C.'s, but not as big as New York's or San Francisco's. The Granary Burial Ground is where one finds the graves of Samuel Adams, John Hancock, Benjamin Franklin's parents, and several prominent Bostonians of the colonial era. The Boston Atheneum is mostly for members only, but they had a public exhibit entitled The Literature of the Lewis and Clark Expedition, which I perused; you can even buy the book if you like.

Boston Common is one of the oldest public parks in the country, founded in the seventeenth-century. The Unitarian Universalist Headquarters, across the street from the Park, featured giant rainbow flags and a huge banner reading, "Civil Marriage is a Civil Right." Adjacent to the park is Boston Public Garden, the first public garden in America. You can find a "Make Way for Ducklings" statue there, a tribute to Robert McCloskey's book of the same name. (There were also real ducks there, apparently independent of any publications.)

MIT is a short walk across the Charles River over the Harvard Bridge. I wandered the campus and spent a few minutes outside of a pianist's practice space as he rehearsed some beautiful music. The Frank Gehry-designed Stata Center, which will house a number of different departments when it is completed, is impressive, but I have to admit that Gehry's stuff has started to take on the air of schtick to me. The Liszt Visual Arts Center featured some of the coolest work I've seen in a long time. "Listening Post," by Mark Hansen and Ben Rubin, was beautiful, eerie, and captivating; a brief piece on the work appeared in NY Times when the work was at the Whitney. What the Times does not make clear, however, is that the language processed by the piece is pulled live from the Internet. (See this write-up, too.) The wall plaque explains that "['Listening Post'] continuously samples texts from thousands of chat rooms and other online public discussion forums." So you, dear reader, could be part of this exhibit and not even know it.

Walking back towards the river again, I stopped to watch a hawk glide above me to perch on top of a church spire. I stood on the sidewalk, looking up for a few minutes. Then I noticed a woman standing a few feet away from me, with her camera out, watching me, perhaps wondering what I was looking at. The hawk watching the squirrels, me watching the hawk, the woman watching me. I started walked along the sidewalk. The hawk flew along above me, stopping in a tree. Squirrels began making their warning noises to each other. I turned around and the woman was still there, a block away, apparently still watching me.

A nice burrito and a smoothie from a place on Newbury Street, and then back at the hotel. My flight leaves at 5:50 a.m. tomorrow. Yikes!

And so to bed.

lunch with vika

Another quick entry: I just had lunch at Legal Seafoods here in Boston with Vika. We shared a dozen oysters on the half shell, and I had the lobster bisque while Vika enjoyed a bowl of clam chowder. Yum!

Our conversation covered a lot of ground: Burning Man, TEI, humanities computing, the Decameron Web, grant writing, and of course, blogging. Relevant links to be added later.

friday night in boston

I'm pressed for time, but here are two quick stories from last night. Hopefully I'll have time later for more detail:

  • From Catherine Rodriguez, who organized the SHARP panels at this year's ASECS, I learned that eighteenth-century authors Fanny Burney and Hannah More made appearances in Wonder Woman comics as "wonder women of history."
  • When our group left McCormick & Schmick's last night, one of our party was complaining about the waiter as we waited on the sidewalk for a cab. The service was fine, I thought, although a little disorganized. However, a man walked up to us and said, "Excuse me, sir, are you talking about this restaurant? I'm the manager." It was a little disconcerting because he was kind of aggressive, and I was worried at first he was going to defend the honor of his establishment through fisticuffs. But it turns out he just wanted to give us $50 in gift certificates (!). Not wanting to get our server in trouble, we assured him that we were talking about a different restaurant, but obviously he didn't believe us.

March 26, 2004

mission(s) accomplished

Well, I've just delivered my paper. It seems to have been pretty well received, and audience members had some very useful suggestions for me. Yesterday's panel also went well. Tomorrow I have lunch with Vika at Legal Seafoods.

Now for a drink or two at the SHARP cash bar...

March 24, 2004

greetings from boston

I am such a freakin' geek. Here I am at the hotel, and before I even go to my room ... "Oooooh! Thirty minutes of free wi-fi at Starbucks!"

The flights were fine. Spent about an hour at the airport in Cincinnati, which got me thinking about the number of airports I've passed through in cities I've never actually visited: Detroit, St. Louis, Houston, Dallas, Newark, and probably some others I'm forgetting. They all have their own character, but they all share a weird mixture of sterility and grime, jet fuel and bacon fat. Cincinnati reminds me of Atlanta, although maybe that's just the Delta terminals, and Logan, here in Boston, reminds me of La Guardia, but that's just an initial impression.

This is the first time I've been to Boston, although I've been through the airport probably a dozen times on the way to and from Europe. It looks like a great city, and so I'm going to log off and see what I can find.