Landfill of Plenty

Spring turns some people's thoughts to planting, cleaning, slimming down, and shedding the unnecessary. But culling your possessions takes recognizing what's worth keeping and what's not. Madison's spring cleanup gives the curious a chance to see what others are purging.

Big Brother and the Comstock Lode

Up in Silver City, Nevada, people are shooting my brother! But he's a tough cookie, and he'll survive, his name in the credits of yet another movie; this one's "Coyote Hole," a western that focuses on the plight of a young woman stuck in the barely-civilized frontier town in the 1870's (where Mark Twain got his start as a "journalist"). Joe might look like a rough customer here, but his good-guy squinty stare has to counter the evil dudes menacing his niece. Check out the story in the Nevada Appeal here.

Kayuda and Collaborative Workspaces

My friend DW moves at a pace unlike the rest of us. He's always got an eye out for cool new technology for improving student writing and helping them see their computers as tools rather than toys. And he's always finding them. Me, I'm thinking about the final I'm writing, or how I'm going to strip the paint off the scavenged dressers now waiting in the garage, or what's on tomorrow's workout agenda. Maybe I'm thinking about laying out my courses for next fall. But D? D's like a commander general unfurling the battle map, placing his units strategically, devising new uses for old equipment, ready to engage. Today his trumpets cry, "Kayuda!"

I checked it out, briefly. Kayuda looks very promising, allowing for online collaborative brainstorming and composing. What does it look like? Think Freemind mindmaps you can build in teams. Pretty cool, aye?

It made me think about the cool teaching I can do with a tool like this, and the potential for groups to engage in meaningful writing. Thanks, D!

StoryCorps Coming to South Dakota

Your mom's got great stories, your grandparent has experiences you want told beyond your family. What do you do? Check out StoryCorps, a program on NPR that features recording sessions "offering participants the opportunity to record the stories, voices and wisdom of friends and loved ones." This group is coming to Sioux Falls with their recording studio, sponsored in part by SDPB, from June 7th to June 30th. You can make reservations for recording times and use their recording equipment, and the really good ones will be on the air. Check out the story on SDPB's website.

Sorting Through Manuscripts

Yesterday afternoon a group of volunteers worked through the manuscript submissions for New Tricks, the DSU literary magazine. Check out the photos of these hardy souls worked through a good, solid group of writings and artwork. Some volunteers had left by the time yours truly realized that taking photos might be a good idea!
Thanks to all who helped. There's still work to do, but a big chunk is done. Look for an announcement here soon about publication.

YouTube Rivals

YouTube might have cornered the market on videos depicting the disasters of skateboarders trying to grind down a stair railing or young women shaking their behinds, but others video websites such as Daily Motion have a wide variety of offerings (I'm sure YouTube does too, but they're not featured the same way). Another French site featuring music and video is The Takeaway Shows by Blogotheque. Check out an animated version of Hamlet on Daily Motion below! It's the product of Moonfleet, a Spanish outfit.

Shakespeare-The Animated Tales: Hamlet
Uploaded by jeremyfox

Ja haben wir keine Bananen

When it's too early in the morning after a long day and night of grading papers, going to meetings, going to more meetings, teaching classes, and eating donut holes, it's no sense trying to make sense, so I won't. What do you do with a pack of dogs that won't run, a flock that won't fly, a colony of ants that seems to be distracted by the glow of a distant object? Dogs aren't dogs at that point, nor birds birds, and ants will disappear like the bees are doing. Curious times.

Nature's Busy Nature

Weekend weather in Madison was the sort they have nearly year-round in places like San Francisco or on Maui, so it was a pleasure to get out and enjoy some of it, whether sitting in the stands at a baseball game, perching at the rail during a track meet, sitting in the back yard having a cold one with friends, cruising down to the TCBY for another kind of cold one, or enjoying an Irish breakfast with friends. Even cleaning out the cars on Saturday morning and mowing the lawn on Sunday afternoon for the first time were pleasant tasks. Yesterday a bike ride up to Ramona was in order, and the dune buggy is back on the road for another summer of cruising the streets. At least we don't, here in stodgy SD, have to worry about our commute over water or through fire and collapsing roadways.

My Kingdom for a Crown

I've got plenty to do, people waiting on various projects or papers, work on writing that I'm doing, leading the local historical society, putting together a newsletter and a creative writing magazine. So what am I doing accepting the position of faculty chair? Maybe it's just for the crown. Maybe I'm just a sucker for the swag--the free books and magazines at the conference, the chip bag clamps at the insurance company, the toothbrush and floss at the dentist, the medal at the end of the marathon. Would I have taken on the chairmanship if it weren't for the tarnished and tattered crown? Who knows. Ludwig can wear it for the time being. He doesn't seem to have much to do besides look stern.

Short Visit, Lange Ride Home

Besides the triathlon, the weekend included a great retirement party for the wife's dad Friday night, 1,400,000 miles after beginning with the USPS, no crunched cars on his record. Saturday morning came early, with a flat tire on the road bike and a wardrobe malfunction, and Saturday afternoon took me into the cities, where A and C took KC and me around the new neighborhood (starting Thursday). We got a start on packing, we enjoyed some retirement barbecue, and I practiced my fatherly advising. We all survived that, and Sunday brought more packing and hauling away of extraneous stuff. The new neighborhood looks good, the house is a good starter, and all appears well with the world. It was a meaty weekend, with a stop at Lange's Restaurant in Pipestone for some dandy dessert on the way back. Monday morning came early, and so will Tuesday.

What do you do when you're branded . . . ?

I might not be the kind of hero Chuck Connors was in "Branded," but I did survive the Madison triathlon yesterday and have the fading magic marker 41 on my legs and arms to prove my participation. Today I'm getting internal signals as well of how I spent my Saturday morning.

Two Tragedies

The incident in Blacksburg wasn't enough, so the wife and I drove north for a performance of Macbeth last night and a supper at Guadelajara's, our favorite restaurant there. Shakespeare's play was one tragedy, and a showing tonight at DSU of Al Gore's "An Inconvenient Truth," which I had not seen until tonight, was another. Not that the film was a tragedy, but rather the sorry state of things that the film depicts, a planet quickly becoming a victim of human carelessness. There's still a chance to address the second.

33 in Blacksburg

Candles won't bring back the students and faculty who died in the shootings in Blacksburg, Virginia, yesterday. Visits by politicians, elegies for the dead, investigations, programs on TV, web graphics illustrating the series of deaths--none of those things will return the 32 victims and their killer to the living. But for the people closest to those who died or were injured, the outpouring of emotions and activities are reminders that we live interconnected, interwoven lives, that each person is the hub of a universe they populate with friends, enemies, teachers, and family, with a world of people on the fringe. We are all part of one world, and the tragic loss of so many people with dreams is a tragedy that touches us who live far from this western Virginia campus.
Peace.

Long Slog Through the Rain, Boston Style

They're running the Boston Marathon today despite the rain and wind, so it must be Patriot's Day. Check for updates on The Boston Channel or Boston.com's sports page. Runner's World is following the race mile by mile.

Change of Weather, Change of Pace

The thermometer reads 66 degrees, and the Conk needed the dust knocked off it, so a few miles helped blow out a few cobwebs, the kind in its guts and my head. Whoop!
Plus, eight miles running this morning and so far, no ill effects. Double whoop!

Running Weather

My daughter's out running a 5K this morning, along with some friends in Minneapolis. Meanwhile, these legs and feet are feeling good, getting me down the road a little more like they used to. After 6 miles yesterday, they feel pretty good today. I'm looking forward to hearing the 5K report.

Brian Bedard and a Litter of Corpses

In celebration of his new collection of short stories, Grieving on the Run, USD professor Brian Bedard conducted a reading of two stories yesterday in Vermillion that JB and I were able to attend. Brian is a great practiced reader for events like this, and he makes good selections, ones mixed with humor and pathos, his work always textured with odd moments of human experiences, including the humane kidnapping of a parrot and the sudden appearance of a woman carrying a world-class catfish into a nursing home. We joked with him that corpses seem to litter many of his tales, which makes dialogue easier to handle, I suspect. It's a good-looking collection of stories, and since he read the first at the event, the third one looked short for a nightcap, and yet another corpse appeared in the first paragraph. But what good stuff.

Too Many Books? Is it Possible?

I had to walk away from the copy of the Hazel cartoons from the New Yorker, but I did pick up three volumes--a W.S. Merwin translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Stephen King's From a Buick 8, and a collection of fantasy stories.
Through the week at the Karl E. Mundt Library, new books every day. I'll probably have to go back.

It was snowing, and it was going to snow . . .

Wallace Stevens aside, the snow this spring is just not that much fun any more. Some kick-ass snowmen might be possible with the wet, heavy blanket of snow we've got, but the joy of splashing through dirty slush is wearing a little thin. Still, the trees coated with snow do have some charm. I'm sure W.S. would have had 13 ways of looking at our spring surprise.

Christo and Jeanne-Claude in Madison?

Someone driving through Madison yesterday might have wondered whether they were witness to a project by the divas of the art world, known for draping London Bridge, the Reichstadt, and other objects and transforming landscape into art. Christo and Jeanne-Claude DID wrap some trees (see here), but the Madison version was more a home-grown affair, just as lovely, though, judging from the weather today, a more pragmatic effort.

First Easter Road Race

I always liked the story of the Easter morning run of the two disciples to the empty tomb. I got to hear it again this morning. The gospel takes a moment to indicate which one outran the other and what the winner did when he got there (looked in) and what the other did when he got there (went in). Those little details--and how they looked over the linens--were one of the things that my child's brain could latch onto.

Marquart Comes to DSU

Through the efforts of a number of people, Debra Marquart spent the day at the DSU campus yesterday. Here's the story and some pictures I meant for the school newspaper, written too late for printing:

Poet and writer Debra Marquart met with faculty, students, and the DSU president Dr. Knowlton during her visit on Tuesday, April 3. Marquart, who teaches in the English Department at Iowa State University, was on campus to meet with students and to read from her newest book, The Horizontal World: Growing Up Wild in the Middle of Nowhere.

Marquart capped her day with a reading and discussion of portions of her memoir in the Mundt Foundation at the Karl E. Mundt Library. She was preceded by Lisa Huff, an English major who read a short memoir titled “Thunder Rolls,” about growing up near Colman. Huff was followed by Dr. John Nelson, who read an Easter story from his memoir in progress. Nearly 75 people attended the event, hosted by Jenny Seitz and Megan Flynn, two English majors.

Marquart met with Dr. Nelson’s class in the memoir on Tuesday morning. Students in the course and guests were treated to some reading and discussion of Marquart’s memoir of growing up in North Dakota. “I was a farm girl, and I wanted nothing more than to leave North Dakota,” Marquart told the class. “But a lot of people like me end up wanting to come back.” Marquart told students that a writing group, such as the one she was once in with Dr. Maureen Murphy in Minnesota, can be a major benefit for any writer.

The writer then joined a group of faculty for a regular soup lunch shared in Beadle Hall. In the afternoon, Marquart met with Deana Hueners-Nelson’s Introduction to Literature class, reading and discussing her poems and poetry writing in general with students.

In the afternoon Dr. Knowlton hosted Marquart and English faculty and students at a tea in the Girton House.

The event was sponsored by the College of Arts and Sciences.

Thorton Wilder's Our Town at DSU

Friday evening the wife and I made it to the DSU production of Thorton Wilder's play, "Our Town," a play depicting turn of the century life, first produced in 1938. It was very well done, a commendable performance by our students, especially since we don't have a theater major. I have to confess I'd never seen it, and I found myself moved by the sense of changing times and the yearning for meaning in small-town life. Two more opportunities remain, Monday and Tuesday at 7:30 at the Dakota Prairie Playhouse. Go.

School on the Move

It's one thing to be a university on the edge; it's quite another thing to be a school up in the air. Driving out in the country I spotted this schoolhouse, the Farmington Township school in Lake County, SD, that was up on blocks, ready to be moved from the site it's been for decades. Thing is, I think this school is where my grandmother, Mary Kehrwald (before she was married), was a teacher. So says my aunt and my mom. It hasn't been a school for a long time, but it did serve many years as the township hall, and the old records are just as much in the air as the school itself is. No indications on where it's going. I hope it finds a good home.

Les Perelman vs. the SAT Essay

Speaking at the Conference of College Composition and Communication Conference in New York City last Friday, Les Perelman of MIT showed how he coached at least one student on how to get a high score on the new essay portion of the SAT exam. He did it, he says, with the fundamental assumption that "The essay is a completely artificial and unnatural piece of writing.” Using a recognizable quotation from history, regardless of whether it's relevant, and including words like "plethora" and "myriad" go far in improving a score, he says. Perelman provided examples of student writing that show little regard for historical accuracy but use language and phrasing that seeks to impress readers at the surface level. Writing teachers, he says, need to work to get the exam changed.

You can read a complete article on the address, "Fooling the College Board," by Scott Jaschik, on the Inside Higher Ed website.

Days of Spring, Changing Habits

At 7:00 p.m. today, my colleague JL said, spring arrived, and he with his green tie was ready to greet it. "Today's the day that Sister Mel Eesa would change her habit," I said in reply. "That sounds like a great first line for a short story," he said. It does to me, in part, because that nun was a force to be reckoned with in the first real teaching job that I had, a good force.

Sister Mel Eesa Ryczek, who taught American Literature and other courses at St. Mary of the Plains College (and before that at the high school it had been before), retired, and I was her replacement. 1985. She continued there as alumni director and knew virtually every student who attended SMPC and remembered them long after. She never missed a day of school and never complained, yet her sharp tongue and rigorous lessons, oral and written, could sting and linger, for students and young colleagues alike. She passed her books and her lessons on to me, and I would invite her in for particular aspects of courses I taught. She kept her hand in. She watched us young people and cared about the school. One day she checked herself into the hospital and never came out again, a long life brought to an end by cancer.

Sister Mel Eesa marked the changes of the season with a change of habit, going from the black cloth of winter one day to white the next, to keep it until fall came on. If you'd missed the date of spring on your calendar, you knew when short and stocky Sister Mel Eesa came floating down the Hennessey hallway with her white gown rising and falling. So, twice a year, when the seasons change, that black habit and that white habit change places, but the face is the same one.

Harley's New Nightster

Yes, I took a short break from commenting on motorcycles, but I've just got to note that Harley's new Nightster model looks pretty cool--retro style. Check it out here at Cycleworld.

New DSU TV Ad--See for Yourself!

A new DSU TV ad has been unveiled. See it for yourself here.

Sweet Days in Beadle Hall

We in Beadle Hall were blessed with the best fudge on the planet the past couple of days, courtesy of Christina's Confections, a new sweets supplier in Madison. It didn't take long for the fudge to disappear, and much commentary flew about the smoothness and tastiness of the treat, with hints of cinnamon and coffee apparent. Great stuff! One colleague mentioned that it was the best fudge he'd ever had, and, in his words, "didn't make me feel like my teeth were going to fall out." What better compliment! A range of other items, such as chocolate pie and short bread, are also available. Yum!

Dangerous Poetry

Who says poetry doesn't matter? A recent article in The Gainesville Sun describes how a teacher got suspended for teaching a poem with a bad word (or words) in it, and then drawing students' attention to the word by writing it on the board! Oh my. A parent objected. The teacher is now suspended, with pay. Let's hope that substitute teacher avoids dangerous poetry and sticks with grammar lessons and uses the board for diagramming sentences. Pull out those dusty copies of Silas Marner! Turn to page one. You, in the first row, read: "In the days when the spinning-wheels hummed busily in the farmhouses . . ."
The teacher might now have more time for editing great poems to make them more palatable to the overly sensitive. On the other hand, if Melody Irizzary, the teacher suspended, has a motorcycle, she's got more time to ride it. The weather in Florida should be good for riding . . . Let's hope some parent doesn't object.

Connie to the Rescue

Coming back from a week in Maui is such a drag. How can you compete with sun and sand, whales cavorting in the deep blue sea, a Mustang convertible ready to drop its top for you at the flick of a switch? You could drink, take drugs, chase wild women, or realize it was just a vacation and you should get back to real life. Or, you could try trading in your trusty Honda Magna (see previous posts) for a beautiful Kawasaki Concours, 1997 style. What?!!, you say, you only got the Magna in June last year, for goodness sakes! Ah, but look at the road-worthiness! No more "out of gas" scares every 80 miles. No more burning blue jeans!
The Honda cranked up fine after winter in the barn, ran like a top all the way down to Powersports Inc. in Sioux Falls, and seemed to be happy to be getting a chance at a more appreciative owner. Traveling across Wyoming, for gosh sakes, with a three-gallon gas tank. Whattayathinkin?! It'll be happier cruising the streets of Sioux Falls, lookin' good in red.
But green is my color now. The Connie (or Conk, to some) is dark, but in good light you can see that green glow. I pulled the bags for now, including the quick-release helmet trunk on the back, but they'll all come in handy on the open road. And that nice fairing will keep my legs dry and warm unless Katrina's sister finds her way into the wild west.

Busy Day/Lazy Day--Maui Style

Yesterday and today are a picture of contrasting ways to approach a vacation. Yesterday was a day of driving, hiking, and taking pictures, and today involved going to the beach (which wasn't just hopping out of the car, by the way). Yesterday we got up early and drove the Hana Highway down past Hana, around the east side of the island into some lightly traveled sections where two cars have to slide over and creep past one another, each one with a wheel on the road and a wheel in the ditch. We saw lava tubes, waterfalls, a black sand beach, rough coastline and sweeping beaches, whales jumping, beautiful plants and flowers, dozens of Mustang convertibles just like ours, some hippie eco-friendly merchants, Elvis's biggest fan, the best banana bread ever, a million twists and turns, and a roadblock on a bridge that spoiled our plans to circumnavigate the island and come up the west side. Hence, we had to turn around and see it all again. We stopped in Pa'ai and enjoyed some seafood, and managed to get back before "Lost."
Today we went for a jog, walked to Ka'anapali Beach and relaxed in the sun. The walk there and back again was punctuated by many a jumping whale. Then it was a homemade lunch and a nap (for me) and now we're getting ready for an evening in Lahaina, our last night in Hawaii. Aloha!

Chapter 235, In Which Our Hero Enjoys a Luau

Monday and Tuesday were busy days, with the high point (for me) being the Old Lahaina Luau Monday night. It's considered the most traditional here and the least tacky, and it lived up to its reputation, even though one Native Hawaiian at our table claimed the coconut halves you see here came from Polynesia. Some postcards of early Hawaiian luaus confirms the coconuts didn't appear a century ago; dancers seem to have done fine without them.
You might note that the flowers attached to the hips on these dancers are blurrier than the rest, and you'd be right. The hip action going on here defied what you might have learned in your anatomy class. If you could see all the photos you'd see similar dancing from the men, though theirs is more aggressive.
Now, that's not all we did, but that's all for the hero today.

Chapter 234: In Which Our Hero Falls into a Snow Pit

When we last saw our hero, he was taunting the world with an image of an island beach, yet unknown to him a the time, fate would have other episodes in store before his Hawaiian departure. With his island vacation less than a day away, our intrepid hero decided to take advantage of the building snowpack and dust off his cross-country skis. When he arrived at Lake Herman State Park, however, he found that his little two-wheel drive Ranger wouldn't make it through the unplowed entrance. Undeterred, he parked the vehicle and strapped on his skis for the first time in years, heading out over the wind-whipped snow drifts toward the relative shelter of trees half a mile away. Never one to follow convention, our hero sought the shortest route to the trees, over the field of cattails and snow. This decision proved to be fateful. As he glided high over the wetlands, his skis nicked the tops of the cattail stems, the shelter of trees coming ever closer. Yet suddenly, the lightly packed snow in the cattail field gave way, depositing the surprised skier into a snow pit with only his head visible. Our hero could see the road only yards away, the shelter of the trees within a minute's walk, yet there he stood in a snow pit surrounded by snow and cattails.
Never one to give up, however, our hero struggled to pull his skis up, widened the hole, and released the latch holding each ski. Once he had them off, he calmly used them as supports on the ever-collapsing snow surrounding him, and eventually once again was perched on the surface of the six-foot snow drift. Carefully crawling along the surface of the snow, our hero wisely used his skis to keep himself from once again falling through, and soon emerged at the side of the road, with never a car passing to note his embarrassment.
Only barely into the ski session he had planned for himself, our hero assessed the situation, dusted himself off, and put his skis back on. Soon he was in the trees, the wind now reduced to swaying the treetops, and he blazed a trail through the park just as he had planned. Squirrels and deer, pheasants and rabbits, none of them spoke of the narrow escape of our hero as he glided through the park, then back again, then finally taking a shortcut once again across the lake, returning to the park entrance weary and satisfied, ready for the beach.

Where I'm Coming From

Here's where we're coming from:

And here's where we're going:Any questions?

The Weather Made Me Do It!

Our fearless leader Dr. Knowlton made the call today and closed school at 11:00 for today and tomorrow with blizzard warnings closing in. In effect, spring break now starts in one hour!

You can hear the warning read to by an American or British man OR woman's voice you if you check out the very cool Oddcast Talking Avatar. Let her give you this stern warning: PLEASE USE EXTREME CAUTION IF YOU ARE CHOOSING TO HIT THE FREAKING ROAD! And then do what she says.

Another Victory for the Women

Last night was another good night for the Lady T's, as they dispatched the Tech Hardrockers by 20 points to win the DAC Conference championship and cut the nets from the hoops and perpare for the national tournament. The Fieldhouse was packed with people, and the fans were led by a group of 11 men who spelled out "GO LADY TS!" (with the quotation marks) and chanted and danced and taunted the other team and coach (with We (Heart) Barbara on their backs). It was a rough game, with a nosebleed and several dazed players to punctuate the battle under the boards. Now they go on to play in the national tournament in Sioux City.

Too bad they had to share the spotlight on the news last night with the "Underwear Bandit."

A Game to Try Your Tonsils

The Trojan Women were victorious last night over the Black Hills State Yellowjackets in the second round of the conference tournament, and we'll play again at home (as top seed) on Tuesday against South Dakota School of Mines and Technology, who beat Mayville State. The Lady T's led most of the way, by as much as 16 at one point, but when BH started the press in the second half, DSU had problems with turnovers and scoring, and BH tied the game and led by four with less than a minute left. But DSU wasn't done, and a bucket, a couple of hard-earned free throws, and the game was tied. DSU stole the ball as BH inbounded with only seconds left, and when one shot rattled out, Maria Gengler was there with the rebound to put it back in as time expired and the elation shifted from the vocal BH fans to the fans wearing the blue and gold. Click here for a little sound clip of the crowd as it responds to one of many three-pointers.

Thursday with Marquart

The Poetry Festival at USD was a real showcase for writers of all types. Neil Harrison from Nebraska led a morning workshop and the afternoon featured Debra Marquart, a performance poet and writer from Iowa via North Dakota. Her workshop was excellent and led to a number of poems read at the slam, and her reading in the afternoon was funny and moving, as was her short reading before the slam that night. Four DSU students went down, and three DSU faculty attended the slam, which had one DSU alum reading and a student judging. It was a good showing for us, and we're working now to get Marquart here for a reading and some events.
She read a bit of her memoir The Horizontal World: Growing Up Wild in the Middle of Nowhere, which sounds like a good read.

Off to a World Where Poetry Matters

Our little patch of the world doesn't show its love for poetry as vividly as other places, so sometimes a person has to travel to rub elbows with other poets and poet apprentices. So, tomorrow I'll pilot a car south to attend the Vermillion Literary Project's Poetry Festival, taking some students with me. Here's hoping all goes well and they enjoy the trip!

The Ballet Marathon?

The little town of Viborg, SD, is the site of the Swan Lake Christian Camp, hosts of the Swan Lake Marathon, going into its third year. While races like the Twin Cities Marathon cap their entries at 8,500 people and New York City's is about five times that, this little marathon had 19 finishers in 2005 and surged to 25 finishers in 2006. It's a shy person's marathon, perhaps. Last year also featured a half-marathon and a 5.3 miler. If July 1st is on your race calendar, and you're looking for a friendly encounter, you could do worse. The Sunday noon meal is free for racers and families, and for five bucks, they'll throw in a spaghetti dinner Saturday night. 2006 race photos are here.

Memories of Electronic Adventures

I wonder what will happen with our memories of playing computer games. There are scenes from screens that I remember, but they were isolated, individual, and temporary. Other people played Descent when it came out, and Myst, but when they entered the cavern with the dozens of enemy ships, or they put their hand on the transporting books, they were usually alone, much like reading a book is, but they don't get a chance to discuss those things with others. You can ask a person if they've read a book, and you can discuss that, but can you reminisce about riding the underwater roller-coaster in Riven? How is are these memories different from others?

I just wonder what people will remember from playing computer games, what they'll be able to share with others about all that time they spent (or are spending) facing an electronic screen. Actually, there will probably be a lot more to discuss and share than there will be from time spent updating pages and contacts on Facebook or Myspace. Maybe not. What do you think?

Virtual Tour, Without Leaving Your Seat

DSU has unveiled its virtual tour. Check it out here: http://www.dsuvtour.jamestower.com/index2.html

Click on one of the images of the three students, or choose one of the videos available. Cool!

Web 2.0 Finally Makes Sense

Others I know have been touting the wonders of the "new" web for some time, especially the way that web users can accumulate the material they want without clicking furiously through a maze of websites and keeping track of bookmarks. But it didn't really click in my brain until I watched the video clip sent to me by TQ. The video, "Web 2.0 . . . The Machine is Us/ing Us," is by Michael Wesch, an Assistant Professor of Cultural Anthropology at Kansas State University. Thanks, TQ, and thanks, Dr. Wesch.

Farewell the Spanish Glass

It was reminder of a little outdoor cafe where we enjoyed a few beers and some good meals on our honeymoon, a waiter that took care of us, and our two week stay in Spain in general. But the last beer glass we had from that trip bit the dust today, a sad loss. It was a cool glass with an image a big man leaning on a beer keg, a mug hoisted for drinking, the word Cruzcampo beneath. Here's the last photo and a fond farewell to our Spanish Glass. We'll just have to remember the good times looking out over the beach without its prompting.

Marooned on a Very Cool Web Project

One of our astute librarians here at DSU recently sent a note out about Chasing Crusoe, a website created by teams of students from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and the University of the Andes, in Santiago, Chile. It explores both the novel Robinson Crusoe and the real-life adventure of Alexander Selkirk, along with lots of other material about pirates, marooning, and sea-faring. What these students created seems to be a promising blend of animation, digital storytelling, scholarship, and game creation. Check it out in English or en Espanol.