I’ve never been the kind of person who writes fiction on their mobile phone, but lately I’ve been writing fiction on my mobile phone. It’s not as awkward as I thought it would be, especially since I can use Siri to help me write. I like the future.
Fifteen years of weblogging is a long time, even in Internet years.
When I started this weblog, I was a Purdue dropout working two jobs. I had begun formulating my thoughts about going back to school into something more concrete, and I had a vague idea that I would finish my degree, but I had no idea I would move away from Lafayette to somewhere I had never been for graduate school, let alone finish a master’s degree on time, land an administrative/professional faculty position, and on top of that go back to graduate school for a Ph.D. The Josette of July 2000, if you told her this, would think you were being ridiculous and would have laughed herself silly, then ordered another beer.
I assure you all of this happened.
I’ve lived in Blacksburg, Virginia since August 2007 (full-time since August 2008) and for an adopted home, it’s quite sedate but not sleepy. There are plenty of things here to keep me entertained: a second-run/arthouse theatre, the best college dining in America, at least ten coffee shops within walking distance from my apartment, delivery Thai food, a men’s basketball team that is getting better, plentiful Wi-Fi access, Not Your Father’s Root Beer. And between my on-campus work and my coursework, I’m kept well out of trouble.
I don’t write here very much anymore, but I do keep busy writing in other spaces, like Twitter and Yik Yak and Facebook Messenger and iMessage and email and academic papers. But weblogging helped me find and reactivate my voice, and sometimes it’s nice to go back to where things all restarted for me.
5) An abundance of flat surfaces perfect for composition can be found in conference rooms.
4) You can close the door and blast music after everyone leaves.
3) The vending machine in the lobby won’t judge you when you go back for a second candy bar.
2) Pencil sharpeners.
1) You’re too old to be writing poetry in coffee shops, anyway.
[This non-fiction short was scheduled to be published elsewhere about a year or so ago, but for some reason it was never published. Therefore, I published it here on my weblog. QED.]
I have watched with interest the conference hashtags for the 2014 Annual Conference of the Association of Writers and Writing Programs, currently taking place in Seattle. I am especially intrigued by AWP’s endorsement of conference tweeting, up to and including the possibility of being an “official” livetweeter of conference panels, as represented in the #AWP14 Tweet Sheet.
Two years ago, when I last attended AWP in Chicago, I was taking a graduate course on Culture, Politics, & Society in Network Environments. It seemed obvious to me to write a paper on my conference-going-and-tweeting experience. It also seemed obvious to me that I should write said paper sitting in the Hyatt Regency Chicago hotel lobby late at night while drinking moscato and Red Bull from to-go coffee cups liberated from my hotel room’s hospitality table, so that’s what I did. Below, for your entertainment, is the paper in full.
Twitter Hashtag as Protocological Control at #AWP12
I occasionally experiment with new media forms. Occasionally.
I rate a tag on a Firedoglake reader diary thanks to a few moments’ work done on my BlackBerry while resting. Looks like I’m back at it.