Monday, March 28, 2005
copyright - rights
Okay, like Richardson I feel as if I have stepped into new and uncharted possibilities with new technology developments. This week in class (AH215: Contemporary Issues in 2D Art and Design - Printed Page/Virtual Page) we are discussing copyright issues - hence the following. This is of enormous interest to young artists and designers...well, to all of us.
Collaboration R Us
By Will Richardson on March 22, 2005 in Teacher Toolbox:.
Ok, so I know I have been on a wiki bender of late, but there's just so much that interests me about the technology, and I think I'm finally getting my brain around the potential. While wide open wikis may not make it in the classroom, creating sites with logins and passwords makes more and more sense to me. Especially when I see what Lawrence Lessig is doing.Lessig is one of my few heroes out there right now. I am just in awe of the important changes he is championing regarding copyright and intellectual property. And there is no doubt that he "gets" what's happening with the Read/Write Web. The concept of putting your work out there to not only share with readers but to invite those readers to help edit and improve the work is pretty amazing. But that's what he's doing with his wiki. It's very cool.And the other news with Lessig is that he walks his talk. His creation of the Creative Commons was intended to give content creators more power to decide how their content is used. And last week, he wrote on his blog that he will no longer write for the Minnesota Law Review because of their restrictive copyright policy.
But today, on the brink of publication, I had to confront the "Publication Agreement." In order to give the Minnesota Law Review my work, I have also to give them my copyright. In particular, they get the "exclusive right to authorize the publication, reproduction, and distribution" of my work. They have in turn sold that right to Lexis and Westlaw. Never again. It has taken me too long to resolve myself about this, and it was too late in the process of this article to insist on something different. But from this moment on, I am committed to the Open Access pledge: I will not agree to publish in any academic journal that does not permit me the freedoms of at least a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial license. Under that license, Lessig gives others the right "to copy, distribute, display, and perform the work" and "to make derivative works" as long as they give attribution and don't use it for commercial purposes. The implications of that are pretty profound, and it's inpart the evolution of blogs and wikis and the like that are driving these changes. If you think about this idea just a little, you can't help but wonder what the shake out will be, in law and in education.
Collaboration R Us
By Will Richardson on March 22, 2005 in Teacher Toolbox:.
Ok, so I know I have been on a wiki bender of late, but there's just so much that interests me about the technology, and I think I'm finally getting my brain around the potential. While wide open wikis may not make it in the classroom, creating sites with logins and passwords makes more and more sense to me. Especially when I see what Lawrence Lessig is doing.Lessig is one of my few heroes out there right now. I am just in awe of the important changes he is championing regarding copyright and intellectual property. And there is no doubt that he "gets" what's happening with the Read/Write Web. The concept of putting your work out there to not only share with readers but to invite those readers to help edit and improve the work is pretty amazing. But that's what he's doing with his wiki. It's very cool.And the other news with Lessig is that he walks his talk. His creation of the Creative Commons was intended to give content creators more power to decide how their content is used. And last week, he wrote on his blog that he will no longer write for the Minnesota Law Review because of their restrictive copyright policy.
But today, on the brink of publication, I had to confront the "Publication Agreement." In order to give the Minnesota Law Review my work, I have also to give them my copyright. In particular, they get the "exclusive right to authorize the publication, reproduction, and distribution" of my work. They have in turn sold that right to Lexis and Westlaw. Never again. It has taken me too long to resolve myself about this, and it was too late in the process of this article to insist on something different. But from this moment on, I am committed to the Open Access pledge: I will not agree to publish in any academic journal that does not permit me the freedoms of at least a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial license. Under that license, Lessig gives others the right "to copy, distribute, display, and perform the work" and "to make derivative works" as long as they give attribution and don't use it for commercial purposes. The implications of that are pretty profound, and it's inpart the evolution of blogs and wikis and the like that are driving these changes. If you think about this idea just a little, you can't help but wonder what the shake out will be, in law and in education.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
book arts
Books are my passion. Reading them, making them, teaching others how to make them. I have been doing this for almost twenty-five years in some form or another. I teach at the Milwaukee Institute of Art and Design (miad.edu). The following images are from some of the folks that I worked with last fall.
emily stout
Emily is a printmaking major. These were a set of altered books, she went through the pages, screening onto them and then adding a variety of chine colle type additions, sewings - really captures the connection between the content of the original and her own.
jessica eskelsen
This is a wonderful boxed book, in an edition of five. The text is in the tea bags.... Jessica is an adept book technition - all of her books are well crafted and beautiful to examine. She is a photo major - and graduating this spring from the Milwaukee Institute of Art and Design.
alton janelle
set of 45's with text engraved into the vinyl....alton is an industrial design major who collects music
zachary prossik brown
zach's altered book was originally a surgical text to which he added a huge gaping wound to the front cover. ... very effective - made several people sick to their stomach.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
This moss is growing on a wall near the Burren College of Art in County Claire, Ireland. Teaching there was a magical experience. Four of us - Jenny, Barbara, Lynn and I - shared a cottage on Galway Bay. Walking or riding bikes back and forth to the college each day, sometimes back from the pub late at night with the moonlight hitting the limestone slopes of the burren. The village welcomes visitors with open arms. The students were enchanted. I was enchanted.
http://www.burrencollege.com/
http://www.burrencollege.com/
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
so you're wondering...
Saturday: June 28, 2003
final version of weblog definition
This is the definition of "weblog" I've written for the Routledge Encyclopedia of Narrative Theory, which is forthcoming in 2005. It's limited in size and scope: I had to keep to a maximum of 500 words, including the references, and I wrote it for an encyclopedia of narrative. The asterixes indicate cross references to other entries in the encyclopedia.
Weblog
A weblog, or *blog, is a frequently updated website consisting of dated entries arranged in reverse chronological order so the most recent post appears first (see temporal ordering). Typically, weblogs are published by individuals and their style is personal and informal. Weblogs first appeared in the mid-1990s, becoming popular as simple and free publishing tools became available towards the turn of the century. Since anybody with a net connection can publish their own weblog, there is great variety in the quality, content, and ambition of weblogs, and a weblog may have anywhere from a handful to tens of thousands of daily readers.
Examples of the *genre exist on a continuum from *confessional, online *diaries to logs tracking specific topics or activities through links and commentary. Though weblogs are primarily textual, experimentation with sound, *images, and videos has resulted in related genres such as photoblogs, videoblogs, and audioblogs (see intermediality; media and narrative).
Most weblogs use links generously, allowing readers to follow conversations between weblogs by following links between entries on related topics. Readers may start at any point of a weblog, seeing the most recent entry first, or arriving at an older post via a search engine or a link from another site, often another weblog. Once at a weblog, readers can read on in various orders: chronologically, thematically, by following links between entries or by searching for keywords. Weblogs also generally include a blogroll, which is a list of links to other weblogs the author recommends. Many weblogs allow readers to enter their own comments to individual posts.
Weblogs are serial and cumulative, and readers tend to read small amounts at a time, returning hours, days, or weeks later to read entries written since their last visit. This serial or episodic structure is similar to that found in *epistolary novels or *diaries, but unlike these a weblog is open-ended, finishing only when the writer tires of writing (see narrative structure).
Many weblog entries are shaped as brief, independent narratives, and some are explicitly or implicitly fictional, though the standard genre expectation is non-fiction. Some weblogs create a larger frame for the micro-narratives of individual posts by using a consistent rule to constrain their structure or themes (see Oulipo), thus, Francis Strand connects his stories of life in Sweden by ending each with a Swedish word and its translation. Other weblogs connect frequent but dissimilar entries by making a larger narrative explicit: Flight Risk is about an heiress’s escape from her family, The Date Project documents a young man’s search for a girlfriend, and Julie Powell narrates her life as she works her way through Julia Child’s cookbook.
See also: digital narrative; life story; thematic approaches to narrative
References and Further Reading
Anonymous (2002) The Date Project.
Lejeune, Philippe (2000) ‘Cher ‘cran... Journal personnel, ordinateur, Internet, Paris : Seuil.
Strand, Francis (2003) How to Learn Swedish in 1000 Difficult Lessons.
‘V., Isabella’ (2003) She’s a Flight Risk.
Powell, Julie (2003) The Julie/Julia Project.
(websites accessed August 2003)
Jill Walker
(501 words)
final version of weblog definition
This is the definition of "weblog" I've written for the Routledge Encyclopedia of Narrative Theory, which is forthcoming in 2005. It's limited in size and scope: I had to keep to a maximum of 500 words, including the references, and I wrote it for an encyclopedia of narrative. The asterixes indicate cross references to other entries in the encyclopedia.
Weblog
A weblog, or *blog, is a frequently updated website consisting of dated entries arranged in reverse chronological order so the most recent post appears first (see temporal ordering). Typically, weblogs are published by individuals and their style is personal and informal. Weblogs first appeared in the mid-1990s, becoming popular as simple and free publishing tools became available towards the turn of the century. Since anybody with a net connection can publish their own weblog, there is great variety in the quality, content, and ambition of weblogs, and a weblog may have anywhere from a handful to tens of thousands of daily readers.
Examples of the *genre exist on a continuum from *confessional, online *diaries to logs tracking specific topics or activities through links and commentary. Though weblogs are primarily textual, experimentation with sound, *images, and videos has resulted in related genres such as photoblogs, videoblogs, and audioblogs (see intermediality; media and narrative).
Most weblogs use links generously, allowing readers to follow conversations between weblogs by following links between entries on related topics. Readers may start at any point of a weblog, seeing the most recent entry first, or arriving at an older post via a search engine or a link from another site, often another weblog. Once at a weblog, readers can read on in various orders: chronologically, thematically, by following links between entries or by searching for keywords. Weblogs also generally include a blogroll, which is a list of links to other weblogs the author recommends. Many weblogs allow readers to enter their own comments to individual posts.
Weblogs are serial and cumulative, and readers tend to read small amounts at a time, returning hours, days, or weeks later to read entries written since their last visit. This serial or episodic structure is similar to that found in *epistolary novels or *diaries, but unlike these a weblog is open-ended, finishing only when the writer tires of writing (see narrative structure).
Many weblog entries are shaped as brief, independent narratives, and some are explicitly or implicitly fictional, though the standard genre expectation is non-fiction. Some weblogs create a larger frame for the micro-narratives of individual posts by using a consistent rule to constrain their structure or themes (see Oulipo), thus, Francis Strand connects his stories of life in Sweden by ending each with a Swedish word and its translation. Other weblogs connect frequent but dissimilar entries by making a larger narrative explicit: Flight Risk is about an heiress’s escape from her family, The Date Project documents a young man’s search for a girlfriend, and Julie Powell narrates her life as she works her way through Julia Child’s cookbook.
See also: digital narrative; life story; thematic approaches to narrative
References and Further Reading
Anonymous (2002) The Date Project.
Lejeune, Philippe (2000) ‘Cher ‘cran... Journal personnel, ordinateur, Internet, Paris : Seuil.
Strand, Francis (2003) How to Learn Swedish in 1000 Difficult Lessons.
‘V., Isabella’ (2003) She’s a Flight Risk.
Powell, Julie (2003) The Julie/Julia Project.
(websites accessed August 2003)
Jill Walker
(501 words)
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Photo Dated 1959
for Leslie Fedorchuk
You show me the photo
of your parents in the mint
green bedroom, of your mother
smiling at this moment
to capture history and grace.
You're there too, 7 years old,
red hair sprouting like wild
red wheat, as if you already
know the craziness this life
will demand. Beside you,
your father stares off the
frame, as if he suspects
some horror no one else
can see, a clanging wrench
in the works -- that same look
of Lowell's, hell's laureate:
black glasses snapped on,
lip curled, forehead brunt
as the mind disrupts
in a wild chop -- genius
led astray by holy rapture
and shame.
*
You tell me how your father
taught at the jesuit school,
how one day he spilled his
lecture into the hall, how
the holy ghost reached inside
his Russian soul and filled him
with a fury of words, the prayer
of contrition shouted at jesuits
until someone called your mother
and she begged these men
to help her collar her husband,
how their faith withered
among the books and lockers.
She marched past the unbelievers
and picked up the man
with the brunt forehead
fighting the good Catholic fight
in a slurry of syllables.
"C'mon Hank," she said,
"let's go home," grabbing his arm
and leading him to
sanctuary.
*
You tell me this story of the woman
smiling in the mint green bedroom,
smiling and standing tall in the faith
of things, smiling and standing all her life
beside the man who strains against
the clanging, how for 40 years
she wrestled with his blessed rage.
Now the noise has died
and she wants to start her life again,
this time list in a big house
in the Michigan woods. She has plans:
to buy a new washing machine
and dryer, to build a wrap-around
porch so she can watch deer feed,
to build a guest house -- one for each
of her eight children on her hundred acres,
to give them each a big Buick.
She wants to fly her daughters to London
and Dublin and Venice. She wants to sail
a slow steamer to the far east,
and most of all she wants to tell her story
like a child in one long, glorious
breathless sentence and I only hope
that each of us when we meet her
simply listens.
David Martin
for Leslie Fedorchuk
You show me the photo
of your parents in the mint
green bedroom, of your mother
smiling at this moment
to capture history and grace.
You're there too, 7 years old,
red hair sprouting like wild
red wheat, as if you already
know the craziness this life
will demand. Beside you,
your father stares off the
frame, as if he suspects
some horror no one else
can see, a clanging wrench
in the works -- that same look
of Lowell's, hell's laureate:
black glasses snapped on,
lip curled, forehead brunt
as the mind disrupts
in a wild chop -- genius
led astray by holy rapture
and shame.
*
You tell me how your father
taught at the jesuit school,
how one day he spilled his
lecture into the hall, how
the holy ghost reached inside
his Russian soul and filled him
with a fury of words, the prayer
of contrition shouted at jesuits
until someone called your mother
and she begged these men
to help her collar her husband,
how their faith withered
among the books and lockers.
She marched past the unbelievers
and picked up the man
with the brunt forehead
fighting the good Catholic fight
in a slurry of syllables.
"C'mon Hank," she said,
"let's go home," grabbing his arm
and leading him to
sanctuary.
*
You tell me this story of the woman
smiling in the mint green bedroom,
smiling and standing tall in the faith
of things, smiling and standing all her life
beside the man who strains against
the clanging, how for 40 years
she wrestled with his blessed rage.
Now the noise has died
and she wants to start her life again,
this time list in a big house
in the Michigan woods. She has plans:
to buy a new washing machine
and dryer, to build a wrap-around
porch so she can watch deer feed,
to build a guest house -- one for each
of her eight children on her hundred acres,
to give them each a big Buick.
She wants to fly her daughters to London
and Dublin and Venice. She wants to sail
a slow steamer to the far east,
and most of all she wants to tell her story
like a child in one long, glorious
breathless sentence and I only hope
that each of us when we meet her
simply listens.
David Martin
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