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And yet this gesture should also be carefully documented! Have you ever noticed, at sociological conferences, political meetings, and bar palavers, the hand gestures people make when they invoke the 'Big Picture' into which they offer to replace what you have just said so that it 'fits' into such easy-to-grasp entities as 'Late Capitalism', 'the ascent of civilization', 'the West', 'modernity', 'human history', 'Postcolonialism', or 'globalization'? Their hand gesture is never bigger than if they were stroking a pumpkin! I am at last going to show you the real size of the 'social' in all its grandeur: well, it is not that big. It is only made so by the grand gesture and by the professorial tone in which the 'Big Picture' is alluded to. If there is one thing that is not common sense, it would be to take even a reasonably sized pumpkin for the 'whole of society'. (Latour, Reassembling the Social, 186)
The quotation, the animated GIF (from the highly entertaining Latournimata GIF Tumblr, of course)--these didn't make it into my #nhuk presentation. Neither did the Stengersian gesture GIF below (would have been an odd fit, anyway) or any discussion of felicity and infelicity conditions extending from Austin's pragmatics much like Latour does here to modes of existence, only in this case to ontographs and the disciplinary encounters they describe (by mapping). Cut. But what's left will do: tiny gestures, crowned ontologies, an extrusion of ontographic methods with which to do alien discipliniography.
Two full days this week—Tuesday and today—occupied with reading and reviewing student work means I am almost (almost) finished with the spring term. Today's workday consisted of reading final projects and exams for ENGL328—a pleasurable enough undertaking all unto itself that it was not exactly a relief when my dentist's office called late morning to offer a wait-list invitation for a 1 p.m. cleaning. Needed a break anyway: sure, I'll take it.
Talkative hygienist talked: about a pain-free gum-poke test she would administer, about the relatively unkempt upper-outer-left region, about how that was because I was right handed, about the Chinese lanterns she'd used to decorate the vacation Bible school classroom where she'd spent that morning, about how I was her first patient of the day, about slow-notice children who saw and asked about the Chinese lanterns for the first time today, about how it makes no sense that EMU needed to raise tuition this year, about etc., about etc. For the price of clean teeth, an hour of arhetorical listening, I kept thinking. And then back to the office for two hours or so of more work.
Gems from the exams included one poignant opening paragraph that described exactly what I understand to be the value of this version of ENGL328. Another had the momentarily-profound-seeming typo, Elements If Style. And then there were sentences that rattled around in my head all day after I read them; one about how for the interdependence of writing and living this was a class in "radical biology," another about how teaching well means constantly sending sound lines through the water. Rattling1: an inversion of Rich's "You must write, and read, as if your life depended on it," as "You must live as if your reading and writing depended on it." What is a pulse, anyway, if not streaming cardiovascular inscription? Rattling2: for the adrift, academically and otherwise, sonic confirmation that there is an uneven floor beneath these immediate surfaces. And so, yes, a delight to read, a short term near-complete, and, next, in less than 1000 minutes, summer vacation, a few weeks of summer R&R (Rest and Relaxation, better described as Reading and Research).
I sure hope Maureen Dowd's optometrist didn't read what she wrote at the end of her Tuesday newspaper column, "To Tweet or Not to Tweet":
I would rather be tied up to stakes in the Kalahari Desert, have honey poured over me and red ants eat out my eyes than open a Twitter account. Is there anything you can say to change my mind?
My guess is that a honey-sweetened eye-flesh-eating episode would not bode well for the continuation of her syndicated column. Opening an account is worse than this? No. Dowd's position is ridiculous, and this hypothetical alternative to opening an account would prove painful and unwise. Nothing against red ants; I'd take Twitter over Dowd's daring stunt in the Kalahari any day of the week.
Of course, Dowd is laying bait for the twittersphere in her diatribe "interview" with Twitter creators Evan Williams and Biz Stone. The truth is, I'd have missed Dowd's column altogether had it not been for Geoff Manaugh of BLDGBLOG's retort, "How the Other Half Writes: In Defense of Twitter," an anti-Dowd rant that takes exception with a few points in the editorial, which Manaugh describes as "brain-dead."
Manaugh basically identifies Twitter as a "note-taking technology" that can be put to many different uses. He might be right, but I don't think of Twitter as a note-taking technology exactly. I mean, if that's what it is, aren't there better ones? Second, Manaugh answers at length Dowd's comment about Twitter being designed "for bored celebrities and high-school girls," as he goes on to reframe Twitter as a tool for everyday writing. Finally, he compares Twitter to private journals. With this line of argument, he downplays the social aspects of @directed tweets and says he has no use for or interest in them. If you glance the entry's 70+ comments, you'll see there has been a fair amount of objection to this third point, perhaps the most dubious of his positions in response to Dowd.
For me, the gem in Manaugh's response was this:
You take short-form notes with it, limited to 140 characters. The clichéd analogy here has been with Japanese haiku, but perhaps we might even reference the Oulipo: in other words, Twitter means that you are writing, but you are writing within constraints.
I was well aware of the 140-character limit, even familiar with the analogy to a "less is more" aesthetics. But I hadn't heard of Oulipo, a group of French writers, thinkers, and artists, including Raymond Queneau, who worked at deliberately constrained projects. Queneau's Exercises in Style is perhaps the best-known example of a project produced according to this group's constraint-bounded undertakings. Thus, the suggested tie between Oulipo and Twitter sparked a few ideas for me. I've been thinking off and on lately about the relationship between style and technology because I will be teaching a pair of classes in the fall concerned with their intersection. Where style and its close counterpart genre introduce explicit constraint-affordance capacities, they are, arguably, technological, and I find this to be especially conspicuous with a platform like Twitter, even if I have not used it all that much. Because it is conspicuous, it might be a good place to first address the style-technology relationship. I mean that Twitter and its 140-character limit is a good, simple case for grasping style-technology interdependence. I want to say more about this, but I am short on time for now. The style-technology relationship, however, is going to be on my mind over the next couple of months.
One last point about Manaugh's answer to Dowd: I think they also stand as solid examples of the distinction Richard Lanham draws between strong and weak defenses. Dowd's is a weak defense, it seems to me, in that she gets caught up in a moralistic binary: her anti-Twitter way is superior to any other that would use Twitter at all, much less take it seriously, engage with it productively, and so on. Manaugh, on the other hand, leverages a strong defense because he allows for an unfolding process through which its uses will determine its many different values (also values yet-to-be). Both are worth holding onto for this reason, if not for the stuff on constraints.