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<title>Day Five</title>
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Like a lot of schools, SU&apos;s first day of classes is tomorrow. But I 
don&apos;t teach until Tuesday, so the plan is to jam on the diss in the morning and 
then head over to The Great New York 
State Fair for the afternoon and early evening (a dinner of deep fried 
Oreos?). Special happenings at the fairgrounds: Day five, which means 
Senior Citizens&apos; Day and Dairy Day. I&apos;m too young to capitalize on the 
first one (although, what about this here sun spot the shape of Onondaga Lake?), 
but there will be milk to chug and ice cream to slurp down. Also, cheese. 
And bunnies in cages, goats on leashes, etc.
And then I teach on Tuesday morning, after the new semester&apos;s dust has 
finally started to settle.</description>
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<dc:subject>Orange</dc:subject>
<dc:date>2008-08-24T21:50:28-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>Jaunt</title>
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<description>Wednesday we cut away from the usual paces for an afternoon and evening of late-summer lake time at Southwick Beach State Park, an hour north of Syracuse on big, blue Ontario.  We caught up with some friends who were in the middle of a two-week stay, camping near the beach.  Had turkey burgers--birdgers--and enjoyed a few hours in and on the water, swimming and kayaking--as rejuvenating as anything I&apos;ve done this fast-fading month.
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<dc:subject>Travelog</dc:subject>
<dc:date>2008-08-23T22:50:34-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>Market Meditations</title>
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<description>A wayfarer unexpectedly encounters a tiger and so runs to get away from 
it. He comes to a cliff, looks back to see the tiger in ravenous pursuit, and 
left with no other choice, 
leaps off the edge. Much to his temporary relief, a small ledge breaks the 
treacherous fall; he clings to it, suspended more than seventy feet above the 
ground. The traveler briefly regains his composure 
before he realizes another hungry tiger lurks at the bottom of the cliff. He is trapped, unable to step in any direction and cornered from above and below 
by predators. He looks over at a cluster of rubble and is surprised to see a delicate 
strawberry plant and with it a small, bright red berry, which, with nowhere else 
to turn, he happily eats while leafing through a packet of ads printed from the Job Information 
List.

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<dc:date>2008-08-21T21:35:44-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>Consulting by Discontinous Email</title>
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<description><![CDATA[In preparation for a Writing Center mini-seminar this Friday, I just finished reading the Yergeau et al. article, "Expanding the Space of f2f," from the latest Kairos (13.1). In this nodal hypertext, Yergeau, Wozniak, and Vandenberg suggest a few of the ways AVT (audio-visual-textual) platforms productively complicate face-to-face or "discontinuous email": two default modes of interaction in writing centers. They include several video clips from consulting sessions using Sight Speed, a cross-platform (and bandwidth heavy?) AVT application.
This is a pro-AVT account, with lots of examples to illustrate some of the 
challenges students and consultants faced. The authors offset the positive 
tenor of the article with grounding and caveats, noting, for example, that while 
&quot;[they] revel in the recomposition of f2f via AVT, [they] want to avoid an 
attitude of naive nostalgia.&quot; Most accept that face-to-face consulting 
allows for communicative dimensions not neatly duplicated via distances, 
interfaces, and so on. But AVT consulting refreshes the debates between 
synchronous and asynchronous, conversation and response, f2f and online. 
The piece goes on to deal with the haunting of f2f genealogies of interaction, 
Bolter and Grusin's remediation (i.e., matters of transparency and opacity), the 
(unavoidable?) regulatory role writing centers play, the degree to which 
discontinuous email consulting undercuts much of what has motivated the growth 
of writing centers over the past 25 years, and the bricoleur spirit of 
online consulting initiatives. (I would link to the specific locations in the 
piece where this stuff comes up, but the nodes-as-frames presentation 
unfortunately does not provide identifiable URLs for any of the sub-content).
Computer technology's rapid half-life aside, we also realize that 
	individual writing centers have their own specific needs, and any discussion 
	concerning potential AVT technologies must consider that center's available 
	resources, as well as its student requests.
This point about reckoning AVT possibilities with local considerations is, 
among other things, the purpose of Friday's meeting. We have been piloting 
online consulting sessions this summer, both by IM and by discontinuous email. I
tend to cautiously embrace consulting by IM because I experience the 
conversational quality that makes writing center work worth doing. I have 
many concerns about the way our email model is set up right now, and I suppose I 
shouldn't air those out here. 
Along with Yergeau et al., we're reading Ted Remington's
&quot;Reading, 
Writing, and the Role of the Online Tutor,&quot; (PDF) which argues that email 
consulting is potentially promising because it makes for a more 
text-focused experience. Interpersonal dynamics and conversation don't 
detract from the text-as-written in quite the same way as in f2f sessions. 
Also, he emphasizes that consultants, by writing, respond in kind, modeling the 
textual qualities they value by virtue of the response itself. I'm not 
convinced, at least not from this summer's pilot, that students regard the 
comments I make on their emailed drafts as any sort of model. But perhaps 
this is because our current set-up doesn't give us any way of knowing whether 
students ever even read the comments at all, much less whether they regard the 
writing the consultant does as exemplary. The time constraints (i.e., 
consultants are still paid hourly when responding via discontinuous email) also 
throw a wrench in the works: there is only so much fine-tuning the 
writer-consultant can do when dedicating one hour to a five-page draft.
Yergeau, Melanie, Kathryn Wozniak, and Peter Vandenberg. "Expanding the Space of f2f: Writing Centers and Audio-Visual-Textual Conferencing." Kairos 13.1 (Fall 2008). 17 Aug. 2008. http://kairos.technorhetoric.net/13.1/topoi/ yergeau-et-al/index.html>.]]></description>
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<dc:subject>Writing Center</dc:subject>
<dc:date>2008-08-17T14:50:34-05:00</dc:date>

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<title>Small-crowd Mentorship</title>
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<description>Monday is our grad program&apos;s &quot;Community Day,&quot; a day of pre-semester conversation  to set up the collegial mood that will sustain us throughout the year. I am both happy and sad (not tearfully so): it will be fifth and final such gathering I attend at SU.
I&apos;m slotted in the afternoon for an informal ten-minute spiel concerning &quot;experiences finding and working with mentors and building relationships.&quot;  And I&apos;ve been thinking about it quite a bit lately, especially about the options available given such a specious invitation.  I&apos;ve had experiences.  I can identify several really terrific influences--a long list of folks, academics and non-, who have shepherded me in various ways through this program of study.
Best to list a few? Name names? Cut straight to anecdotes?  I have considered this, thought about zeroing in on three off-site mentors who helped me to think differently about what I was setting out to do back in 2004 when coursework got underway.  Maybe begin with John Lovas....
But the list is long, and I expect that there will be a lot of this sort of thing on Monday--naming of names, recounting how thus-and-such has been such a beacon, etc.  It&apos;s hard to avoid.  We&apos;re largely accustomed, it seems to me, to talking about mentoring relationships at the scale of person-to-person.
Fine, so I will probably do some of it, too. Only a little bit.  Because I&apos;m also interested in getting at a larger proposition--that my program of study, because of non-directed networked writing practices, has been shaped tacitly by a large number of people (viz., the blogroll and reciprocal Delicious network).  Many of these encounters are fleeting, serendipitous, casual, and gift-like.  An aggregated subscription to 20 or so Delicious users&apos; links, a pseudonymous comment posted to Yellow Dog, a syllabus for a course at Purdue, a blogged call for a conference.  None of this is especially directed at me, and yet, at the very same time, much of it is and has been. Is this mentorship? Seems so.  It&apos;s a sort of opt-in presencing, a manner of dwelling, of doing stuff not because anyone said you should. And I am tempted to say that those passing characterizations of online narcissism, vanity, or self-aggrandizement (wherever they lurk, usually in &quot;that&apos;s not for me&quot; conversations) tend to dodge, downplay, or under-value this point about tacit, small-crowd mentorship I am trying to develop.  I can&apos;t definitively put a finger on what sustains it.  Desire? A blend of interests (self-interest among them)? Whatever it is--in terms of mentorship--it has left me with a sure sense that my program of study would have been drastically different without it.</description>
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<dc:subject>Networkacy</dc:subject>
<dc:date>2008-08-16T22:35:28-05:00</dc:date>

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<title>MT 4.2</title>
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<description><![CDATA[I just bussed in all of the upgrade files for Movable Type 4.2, so I had to 
hustle together an entry to see whether it lives up to the
hoopla, 
especially the faster page-creation times, which had become downright arthritic 
with the latest releases (e.g., 4.x). 
So far, I can offer the following (exclamation-style, so as to keep 
with the mood of 4.2's release):

	the upgrade was a cinch. That's good!
	my search form is broken. That's bad!
	the basic templates held up. That's good!
	I will have to install a dummy blog and ransack its templates to 
	troubleshoot the search error, and I have no time for that. That's 
	bad!
	a full site rebuild took less then seven minutes. Good!
posting this entry took something like four seconds. Faster than before!

I still haven't read any of the release materials closely enough to figure 
out the difference between MT 4.2 and MT Pro. For now, my justification is 
not only a case of the late-summer lazies, but also a principled objection to 
the &quot;Pro&quot; designation, which, for my purposes, would be better if it were &quot;Am&quot; 
or, on the best of days, &quot;Pro-Am.&quot;]]></description>
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<dc:subject>On Weblogs</dc:subject>
<dc:date>2008-08-15T15:15:59-05:00</dc:date>

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<title>Ch. 71</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Over the weekend I gave the blog a two-point tune-up. Point one: Rolled 
all one-hundred and some entries from 
Exam Sitting (later renamed &quot;Dissarray&quot;...so clever!) into Earth Wide Moth. 
I will delete the other site soon. Now my old reading notes have a home with a 
hearth: the &quot;yesterblog&quot; will churn those entries back to the front page once 
per year so that I can freshen up on all that I've forgotten over the last 
eighteen months. Point two: Launched a TV station--EWM-71--by 
making a page with a bunch of YouTube custom players. I know, I know: all 
big media conglomerates started small. Naysayers might add: &quot;Technically, 
YouTube is not TV,&quot; and to them I would retort, &quot;Why are you crapping on my stoop during this moment in the sun?&quot;
I appreciate that all of the programming is easily controlled and readily 
updated through YouTube. I will see a video I want to add, click on it, 
bump it into a playlist, and there it is, live on EWM-71. I can also re-arrange 
the order of the clips in any playlist. Why bother with this? Well, not only do 
I like it, but I've been thinking about some sort of project that would tie into 
this practice of tele-tubing; something for a class, maybe, where research 
involves piling up a yarn of video snippets. Not necessarily a full 
24-hour marathons of crappy 70's TV, but a variety show arranged into a single 
page--a wall of moving images. And then write some sort of account of it, a 
review of the next person's programming line-up, annotations, and so on.
Another programming note: Eventually, what I'd really like to see is a Web 
2.0 application (developers?) that makes it possible to produce something like

PTI at home. Voice- and video-enabled pairs could connect, pre-load 
(or randomize) a list of discussable points, set an arbitrary timer, and then 
get going with a pop-pop-pop conversation. And then post it to blog, of 
course. Go!
1. John McCain's plagiarized speech
2. Tayshaun Prince's minutes against China
3. Spiced ketchup
4. How long of a job letter is too long of a job letter?
5. Peter, Paul, and Mary 
I came up with these off the top of my head. But seriously, there would 
be a lot to love in a DIY, web-based PTI module, no? If it doesn't come 
along soon, maybe somebody will go out on a limb with me and pitch a PTI-styled 
conference panel, so I can get it out of my system.]]></description>
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<dc:subject>Media Mass-Age</dc:subject>
<dc:date>2008-08-11T22:30:46-05:00</dc:date>

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<title>195</title>
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<description>A draft of my fall syllabus was due on Friday, so draft it I did.  I&apos;m slotted for a section of WRT195: Studio 2 for Transfer Students.  It pitches itself as a &quot;best of&quot; blend, a rip-and-mix that puts the best of WRT105 and WRT205 into a single course for transfer students.
For several weeks, I mulled over using Pink&apos;s Whole New Mind.  I read Johnny Bunko, too, and thought about how I could fit that stuff into the course.  But at the last minute, I went with another plan focused for now on the latest greatest literacy crisis and also on Googlization (while taking up some of Vaidhyanathan&apos;s blogbook-in-progress).  So we&apos;ll read about and write around some of the stuff that happens when we &apos;do a Google,&apos; size up some of the apps, and forage around for research projects concerned with Google&apos;s construction of the web or the world, grand databases and privacy, Knol, directed and serendipitous search, and so on.  So far, the course opens with a digital memoir of sorts (not quite a mystory, but maybe not too far off), some summary and critique work, a researched argument, and a translation  (switching the argument into a 2.5 minute audio short or a Pecha Kucha slide-improv, I haven&apos;t decided yet). Here&apos;s the current plan, subject to minor revisions until I hear back from a coordinator later this week about whether it will fly.
I&apos;m also slotted for ten hours per week in the Writing Center, or, I should say, doing Writing Center work online, as we continue stabilizing some of the consulting options  piloted this summer. More on that when the batteries in this cordless keyboard are recharged.</description>
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<dc:subject>Dry Ogre Chalking</dc:subject>
<dc:date>2008-08-10T22:15:46-05:00</dc:date>

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<item>
<title>Still Going</title>
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<description>I haven&apos;t had much to say about the dissertation for a while. It&apos;s reached 
its top secret phase, as covered up as a smoking Roswell UFO. Sometime in 
the spring I broke rhythm from the regimented daily progress I was making (600 
new words by noon or else!), iced the draft of chapter four, and rolled the 
office chair away from the office desk for CCCC, RSA, a jaunt to New Mexico, 
another jaunt to southern Pennsylvania: summertime. Next thing I knew, 
shellacked by the whoosh of whole months passing me by, I was really coasting 
through June and July: teaching online, mentoring four new online instructors, and putting down 
15 hours per week in the Writing Center, while carrying the torch for a bunch of 
online pilots--consulting by email, consulting by IM. Hi, summer. Bye, summer.
I&apos;m once again on a dissertation writing jag. In over 6K words on Chapter 
Five. Or maybe it&apos;s not a jag 
as much as a rediscovery and resumption of the daily rhythms that carried 
through the first four chapters. Yet it is also like a jag, all herky-jerky. 
Lurching sentences (all of them footnoted with mea culpas, my bad, etc.). Beads of forehead sweat. Deep reflective pauses for 
rummaging in the now-desolate grey matter for whatever on earth can come next? 
I am sure that with every sentence my facial expression tells of one who has 
writer&apos;s anguish and an 
upset stomach. So: I eat yogurt for breakfast and keep after it, periodically 
wondering what life will be like when the dissertation is drafted finally, maybe 
by the end of Soontober.</description>
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<dc:subject>Dissertation</dc:subject>
<dc:date>2008-08-08T22:40:23-05:00</dc:date>

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<title>In Bad Decline</title>
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<description><![CDATA[If you bumped into me on the sidewalk or in the hallway, I might have 
mentioned that the visit--now one month ago--to 
Gettysburg on the Fourth of July was, um, thought-provoking in all sorts of 
unanticipated ways.&nbsp; The places--war 
memorials, battlefields, and the famous cemetery--struck 
a chord with me. I was intrigued by being there.&nbsp; But I thought some 
of the re-enactment stuff was odd--odd dialed 
beyond historical fetishism and into a new range of fantastical dress-up geekery.&nbsp; I 
recovered and was more or less 
granted amnesty, I think, for what was a glaring foot-in-mouth moment during which I 
compared the degree of geekery between Civil War re-enactors and the Lucas-heads 
who attend Star Wars conventions dressed as Chewy and C3PO.&nbsp; 
In one of those subsequent, casual, &quot;we went to Gettysburg&quot; hallway conversations, I 
mentioned how the re-enactments left me with a lingering uneasiness about what 
was happening at those sites now. Re-enacting war is a strange brew: a half-and-half 
concoction blending parts of the worst of Hollywood spectacle and adult 
play-acting (no matter how seriously) in the grim, horrific, and atrocious 
war-deeds perpetrated on those now-hallowed grounds. Chilling, but hard to pin 
down because I didn't openly object to it (the geekery comment was never meant 
to disparage anyone), and I don't have any problem with gestures of tribute, 
respect, and commemoration.
Eventually, in that hallway conversation, the person I was talking with asked 
me if I'd read George Saunders' short story 
&quot;CivilWarLand in Bad Decline.&quot;&nbsp; 
I hadn't read it; hadn't read anything by Saunders, even though his name is the 
first one that pops up when I mention Writing Program and Syracuse U. to anyone 
who has lived in Central N.Y. for a few years (and then I have to explain how 
Saunders is in the creative writing program, which hangs its colorful hat in 
English and Textual Studies, and 'no I've never met him or studied with him', 
and so on, until the perplexed looks give way to a change of topic).&nbsp; &quot;CivilWarLand 
in Bad Decline,&quot; if you haven't read it, is a dystopian romp through a 
gang-plagued, run-down, underfunded Civil War park.&nbsp; At breakneck pace, 
Saunders writes of a great range of escapades as the ethic of historical 
preservation gives way to a relentless assault by modern forces.&nbsp; Reading 
it did not make me feel better about the re-enactments; neither did it make me 
feel worse.&nbsp; But I laughed, and I also thought more carefully about that 
profoundly difficult balance between celebrating war and properly reckoning with 
the horrible mess it always (and to this day) makes of lives.
Here's Saunders, a point where the new gun-loving employee joins the staff at 
CivilWarLand:
Just after lunch next day a guy shows up at Personnel looking so 
	completely Civil War they immediately hire him and send him out to sit on 
	the porch of the old Kriegal place with a butter churn. His name's Samuel 
	and he doesn't say a word going through Costuming and at the end of the day 
	leaves on a bike. I do the normal clandestine New Employee Observation from 
	the O'Toole gazebo and I like what I see. He seems to have a passable 
	knowledge of how to pretend to churn butter. At one point he makes the 
	mistake of departing from the list of Then-Current Events to discuss the 
	World Series with a Visitor, but my feeling is, we can work with that. All 
	in all he presents a positive and convincing appearance, and I say so in my 
	review. (14)]]></description>
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<dc:date>2008-08-04T22:40:14-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>Two Years</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Here's a gallery of YouTube clips in celebration of Is.'s second birthday today.

Note: She opens with a "cheese" (uncertain about whether it would be a still shot), and then, promptly after singing, wants to see what the camera captured.

Above: 
Baby Steps, the video from a year ago.&nbsp; Below: The reenactment.
]]></description>
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<dc:subject>Unspecified</dc:subject>
<dc:date>2008-08-01T13:55:09-05:00</dc:date>

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<title>Call: CCCarnival</title>
<link>http://www.earthwidemoth.com/mt/archives/001896.html</link>
<description><![CDATA[&nbsp;First posted July 14, 2008.
Related entries:
Splitting Images
Kopelson's "Sp(l)itting Images"
more thoughts on rhet/comp disciplinary futures
Response to Karen Kopelson's "Sp(l)itting Images; or, Back to the Future of (Rhetoric and?) Composition"
New Echo, New Narcissus
Pedagogy of Rhet/Comp Job Market Imperatives
Carnival on Kopelson: The Pedagogical Imperative and Borrowing Theory
Spitting Images
Joining the CCCarnival: Kopelson's "Sp(l)itting Images" 
Kopelson's Back to the Wall: Resisting Responsibility
Inversion and Dissolution
Theory and Interdisciplinarity: Kopelson Part Two
Kopelson carnival - my first take
CCC Carnival: Sp(l)itting Images
Karen-ival
Kopelson (1): Stuck on paragraph 4
The Pedagogical Imperative: Kopelson Part I


Anyone interested in a carnival? After glancing the latest CCC 
(59.4) at a coffee shop Saturday morning, I had the distinctive and lasting impression that 
&quot;Sp(l)itting Images; or, Back to the Future of (Rhetoric and?) Composition&quot; 
would be a good choice for a swarm of late July entries.&nbsp; Kopelson's 
article covers a lot of ground, from a survey of grad students and faculty at 
two institutions, to three of the chasms in the field (pedagogical imperative, 
theory/practice split, and the brambles of identifying by varying ratios among 
those two terms, rhetoric and composition), to a call for concerning ourselves 
less with ourselves.&nbsp; Ripe! because I endured a great range of responses 
while reading it.
Here's what I'm thinking: If you're in, do what you can to post some sort of 
response by one week from today--the 21st.&nbsp;I'll try to keep tabs on all of 
the links, but feel free to send a trackback. Then we can kick around 
spin-offs, interjections, and retractions through the end of the month.
Also, here is how I will measure the success of the carnival:
12-15 participants: Wow.&nbsp; There really is living comp/rhet blogosphere.
9-12 participants: Terrific.&nbsp; Something told me the article was carnival 
worthy.
6-8 participants: Just great.&nbsp; There is a value in reading what others 
think (esp. while out to sea with the diss).
2-5 participants: Um, it's late July.&nbsp; What are you, on vacation?
0-1 participant: Witness spikes in traffic at E.W.M.
In?


Kopelson, Karen. "Sp(l)itting 
Images; or, Back to the Future of (Rhetoric and?) Composition." CCC 59.4 
(2008): 750-780. [Carnival]]]></description>
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<dc:date>2008-07-31T14:40:36-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>Yellow Dressing</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Is.'s favorite color is yellow. Sometimes when we ask her what she 
wants to eat, she answers &quot;yellow.&quot; So I picked up a yellow-topped shaker 
bottle that will from now on hold whatever vinaigrette of the week I have 
concocted. 
This week, it has been The Original Yellow. Put the following into a 
container:
1 c. salad oil
	1/4 cup rice vinegar
	1/3 cup lemon juice
	1 heaping tbsp. dill weed (fresh if you can get it, but dry will work as 
	long as you have time--a few hours--to let everything loosen up before serving)
	1 tbsp. sugar (I can't taste it; probably optional)
	1/2 tsp salt (or not)
	1/2 tsp black pepper (or not)

I know it breaks from the usual oil-acid ratio most good vinaigrettes strive 
for. That rule does not have jurisdiction here. Next you will stir it together, then transfer it to a jar or bottle of some sort for thorough shaking. Henceforth you will be 
tempted to eat it on everything, especially leafy greens. For the past 
three days, I have poured The Original Yellow over Two-pea Salad (summer greens, 
snow peas, regular old green peas (chilled), nectarine wedges, and crunchy chow mein 
noodles), submarine sandwiches, and chicken-hummus wraps. 
The dressing, by the way, doesn't look yellow. But the 
ingredients--except for the dill--reflect or bear the resemblance of various 
hues not far removed from yellow.
If you are not impressed with the dressing, perhaps you will be impressed 
that this is the 1,000th entry at Earth Wide Moth. That's how fond I am of The Original Yellow.]]></description>
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<dc:subject>Gobstuff</dc:subject>
<dc:date>2008-07-30T19:30:11-05:00</dc:date>

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<description><![CDATA[Last night I was at Ph.'s soccer match. They play in a park several 
miles from where we live. Was going to be a match between N'ham and 
Westhill, but there was as scheduling screw up, so N'ham played Westhill for a 
half, then Westill played Fowler for a half, then Fowler played N'ham for a 
half, round robin style and also precious-time-wasteful style. I was 
irritated because N'ham just played Fowler on Wednesday night with yours truly 
as the unsuspecting surrogate coach and the match between the two was the 
notoriously chippy clash everyone knew it would be. It ended prematurely, 
called due to an outbreak of shin-kicking and resulting kerfluffles, scuffles, 
and back shuffles. &quot;We're done!,&quot; declared the field judge.
So I didn't see any reason that the two clubs should be back at it just five 
days later, especially when it wasn't scheduled to be that way. I did my best to zen out on the sideline, 
chase down the 
mosquitoes sneaking off with bellies blimped round with my blood, etc. 
One thing I noticed was an exchange between a high school student and an 
older, grandfatherly man. No telling whether they were related; maybe they 
were. But the older man snarled at the kid about leaving his car running. 
Something like, &quot;What is your car running for? You should shut that thing 
off!&quot; He was fired up. The kid obliged the elder's request, and as the 
younger walked to the parking lot, the older continued to vocalize his rant about gas 
prices, wastefulness, and gas prices. He even made his hand into a tight fist as 
he spoke. Memorable, that.
Then, on my walk to campus this morning--to campus so I could open shop in 
the Writing Center from 10 until 2--I was thinking about the intensity of the 
older man's reaction. He was really keyed up, fierce looking. Maybe this is 
the latest &quot;rage&quot;--petro rage--the sense of anger, frustration, and deep disgust 
someone experiences when they see another who seems to be wasting fuel. Is 
this the new road rage? The new cell...[&quot;Pump Up the 
Jams&quot; ring tones]...hold on, I've got a call.
Hey.
	Nothing much. You?
	Writing a blog entry.
	Yeah, I heard. I don't know what they see in Kwame Brown.
	I'll check in tomorrow.
	Yep, later. You too.

Where was I? Cell phone rage. Will folks develop a new 
rage toward those they perceive to be extravagant with gasoline?
When I walked closer to my building, I saw one member of a lawn crew 
&quot;sweeping&quot; the sidewalk with one of those gas-powered blowers. Whirring 
along, pointing it to the left and then to the right, the sort of slow dance for 
which grass clippings enthusiastically clear a pathway. Only, there were 
none. The sidewalk was clean, as far as I could tell (I didn't bend down 
to check it more closely). But it seemed unnecessary, wasteful. I 
was somewhat relieved the fella from last night was nowhere in sight.]]></description>
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<dc:subject>Slouching Toward</dc:subject>
<dc:date>2008-07-29T23:25:43-05:00</dc:date>

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<title>House Concert</title>
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<description>Just returned from a local house concert put on by Mark Cool  (tonight was solo acoustic, in the house where he grew up).  Snappy grooves, well played, and an eclectic mix of influences: Libba Cotten, Dylan, Cash, Van Zandt, Led Zeppelin, Springsteen, and some more I can&apos;t remember.  I had to cut out early because Is. reached her bedtime, but the first half of the show was good enough that I would have liked to hear the rest.  So: Once home, I tracked down sites due for a return to get a copy of last year&apos;s album (where we can find most of the stuff he played tonight) and more.
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<dc:subject>Orange</dc:subject>
<dc:date>2008-07-26T22:30:48-05:00</dc:date>

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