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Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Bridging the Divide: Connectivity
Bridging the Divide: The Long Tail of Digital Scholarship
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Bridging the Divide: Ease of Distribution
With the onset of digital publication, however, academia has entered an abundance economy. In the past, even integrating black and white images or graphics into a text substantially increased the cost of publication, and widespread distribution of scholarly texts was prohibitively expensive. Modern digital technology has made it possible to easily and inexpensively incorporate not only pictures but music, video clips, surveys, and other forms of interactive media into scholarly and non-scholarly works. In addition, [long tail] dynamics have made it possible for even hyper-specialized works of scholarship to reach broad audiences in a number of different disciplines and on a much more global scale. Works that previously justified no more than five hundred print copies are being downloaded and utilized thousands and thousands of times thanks to online repositories and recent digitization efforts. These efforts are making knowledge more accessible for millions of users throughout the world, thus demonstrating to a broad audience the value of the humanities within a modern context.
Bridging the Divide: "Doing the Risky Thing"
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Even emerging forms like video games have the potential to
engage audiences in meaningful ways and contribute to a
contemporary understanding of art and literacy.
Screenshot from The Last of Us, by Naughty Dog, Inc.
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Bridging the Divide: Works Cited
Works Cited
[Below are selected works available through paid online archives. All open resources are linked directly in the body of the blog posts.]
Aslinger, Ben, and Nina B. Huntemann. "Digital Media Studies Futures." Media, Culture & Society 35.1
(2013): 9-12. Sage Premier 2013. Web. 26 Oct. 2013.
DeVoss, Dànielle Nicole, and James E. Porter. "Why Napster Matters to Writing: Filesharing as a New
Ethic of Digital Delivery." Computers and Composition 23.2 (2006): 178-210. Print.
Fitzpatrick, Kathleen. "Do 'The Risky Thing' In Digital Humanities." Chronicle Of Higher Education 58.6
(2011): A96. LexisNexis. Web. 22 Oct. 2013.
Laquintano, Tim. "Manufacturing Scarcity: Online Poker, Digital Writing, and the Flow of Intellectual
Property." Computers and Composition 27.3 (2010): 193-201. Elsevier SD Freedom. Web. 24 Oct.
2013.
Liu, Alan. “The State of the Digital Humanities: A Report and a Critique.” Arts and Humanities in Higher
Education 11.2 (2011): 8-41. Sage Premier 2013. Web. 22 Oct. 2013.
Pryor, Sally. "Who’s Afraid of Integrationist Signs? Writing, Digital Art, Interactivity and Integrationism."
Language Sciences 33.4 (2011): 647-53. Elsevier SD Freedom. Web. 24 Oct. 2013.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
NaNoWriMo Day 2
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| This is just to let you know that I do get around to writing some stuff for NaNoWriMo below. Image by Greg Bayles, remixed from Wikimedia Commons |
They say NaNoWriMo is to get you writing. So, if I don't want to write my novel on day 2, does that mean I fail? Or is the whole purpose of this just to get me writing in general?
I slept in later than I ever have before today. I think it might have had something to do with staying up until some ungodly hour to make sure I got in my first NaNoWriMo post so that I wouldn't have a bad precedent, but I'm thinking I might have been better off just wriitng in the morning instead... if not for the dream... I don't usually dream, but when I do, it's usually either really profound and changes my life or is unintelligible until some future event and then kind of reminds me where I'm supposed to be going. I don't have just dreamy dreams. They're not happy. But last night, I found myself in a movie--some movie that I saw a long time ago--and for those few minutes I was happier than I have been in a long, long time. That's not to say that I'm not generally happy, but in that moment--I don't know what it was--I was just carefree and happy, and I felt like I had all of the answers to the questions that have vexed me this last while. Life just made sense, and I thought to myself, "Now, when I wake up, I can just go watch the movie, and I'll understand in real life, and I can be happy there, too."
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Chapter 2, Pt 1: The Trial
"There will be order in the council room!" The Speaker's ring pulsed white, and the room fell into an anxious hush as the other two tribunal members entered the room and assumed their seats at the front of the crowded hall. The Speaker himself could not have been older than fifty, though his hair, like the oculus shard on his ring, was white like the Northlands snow that my father told me about when I was young. The other two tribunes were younger, kinder, though their eyes spoke of years of judiciary training which had weighed heavy on their minds. The younger of the two, a woman, looked like she might have been from a different city, maybe Sarta, to the south, but it was difficult to distinguish her facial features through the customary black paint of criminal justices.
Catching the direction of my gaze, my court-appointed legal rep leaned toward me and whispered excitedly. "She's one of ours." My excitement apparently was restrained, because he slid he chair closer to mine and continued in subdued animation: "We worked for months to win her over. I honestly didn't think we would get her, what with her being from the south. You know how tight-fisted they can be, but we got 'er in the end. Just took a few trade licenses from our friend at the ministry of commerce. You know 'im--old codger by the name of... by the name... oh, doesn't matter much anyway. We got her."
The Speaker's voice boomed again across the hall. "This morning's case is that of Private Jonah Cross. The defendant will please rise." I felt an elbow jab to my ribs and clamored noisily to my feet. "Jonah Cross. You are brought here hereby accused by Commander Raga of the Salamander Legion on charges of endangering the success and well-being of your battalion, compromising of your mission, and willfully disobeying your commanding officer. The details of this mission are yet classified and will not be discussed at this time, but what have you to say of these matters? Private, how plead you to these charges?"
"Not guilty," I heard myself mumble. The third tribunal member, a slim, young man with honeyed curls of hair, gestured to me to take my seat, and I felt the hard wooden seat rise up beneath me as the legal rep leaned in once more:
"He's also pretty new, blondie over there, but you have nothing to worry about. We made he second largest contribution to his campaign last year, and my daughter played air tag with his son two or three weeks ago. I talked to him before the case, and he's on our side. He assured me that everything would go according to our plans.
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of snow, before he died. He used to tell stories about his missions along the Ivory Wall, skirting along the base of the snow-laden cliffs in search of the Alchemist's Road. They never did find it, though. Or him.
It's like Bara the merchant says: "One day they're here, and every other day, you just wonder and wait."
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