Bernalillo, N.M.

Back from New Mexico last night; I haven’t had much time for
blogging.  Here are a few photos from the camp and a
story from the Albuquerque Journal
about what I’ve been doing for the past
four days. Considered picking up this
t-shirt
from the gift shop.

The folks putting on the camp.  We had about 300 kids
attend this year.

T. and E. with three of the young dancers who performed at
closing ceremonies.

The mountain at the edge of Albuquerque.

Pot Shards

"I was serving my tribe before serving my tribe was cool": Gov. of the Zia
Pueblo on a guided tour this morning.  The tour started at the oldest
church in the United States–a modest one-room Catholic adobe put up around
1660.  From the church, we walked a few hundred yards to the plaza where
the Gov. challenged the athletes to a traditional foot-race across the plaza. 
Only about seven of the athletes competed (and none of them were basketball
folks), but the Gov. put on a good show, finishing in the top three, and with
cowboy boots on.

I’m on the coat-delivery crew in the (early) morning.  An organization
out of Pa.–Operation
Warm
–is here.  They distribute something like 50,000 coats each year
to young people.  So before the camp sessions tomorrow, six of us are off
to the Santa Ana Pueblo.

Painting the Painted

The airspace around Albuquerque shook our jet plane like a sand winder. 
Chop! Damn! Turbulence!  At dinner, a local CPA (who handles salary cap
negotiations) said the pocketed cross-drafts rattle most first-time visitors,
especially the ones gliding into town from the West and North.  We
sputtered in from the Northeast.  Am I relieved? 

It’s late, and I’m exhausted.  Between dropping Ph. at basketball camp
this morning, sitting in on a search committee for two hours in the morning,
scrambling around to pack, herky-jerking through the Southwestern skies, and
mucking with all of the fine Native Vision folks: p h e w.  Enjoyed the
company of the principal from Bernalillo H.S. at the reception for the program. 
Lots of talk among the athletes about the athletes v. campers basketball game on
Friday night.  If I’m the youngest player, we’re in trouble. 
Bernalillo H.S. won the N.M. 3A State Championship this year. 

After an early breakfast at the hotel in the morning, the 37 folks on the
athlete list are shuttling over to the
Zia Pueblo
for a tour before re-assmebling at the high school.  I brought the camera,
but I don’t intend to tote it around.  Picture, what?  It goes: take
memories, leave dust tracks. 

Nice talks with Jim Rourke (of B.C. and the KC Chiefs, Oakland Raiders) who
now lives in Boston and who had nothing but fondness for the Carrier Dome–when
the subject of Syracuse came up.  He told me he played against SU in
November during one of the last seasons before the dome was built. 
November 12 of 1977?  Yeah it was cold.  And SU won, 20-3: even
colder.  Enjoyed listening to Scotty Graham and Steve Jordan (former Vikes)
chat..oh, and Toni Linhart.  Heck, everybody.  NBAers?  Just as I
was coming up to my room, Dan Roundfield was checking in.  Camp sessions
start tomorrow afternoon. Quite a group.

Swamp Misfits Charming Burst

In the spirit of Chuck’s
link
[via pullquote]
to "the [cool]
Four Word Film Review
" site, here’s my take on Shrek
II
: Greeny Saves Face, Gingerly.  If you liked the first Shrek
even a little bit, see this one when you have a chance.  Okay, it’s late,
probably not showing this late.  Go see it tomorrow.  Or
Wednesday.  

As sequels go, it’s smarter, riskier–pun after pun, topsy-turvy plays on
fairy tale lore, new characters (what’s up with the Pinocchio scene?), and just
plain fun.

Dear Dream Interpreter,

Dear Dream Interpreter,

Sorry for not writing until now and for sometimes saying aloud that dream
reading is worth a pinch of sh!t.  I hardly ever remember dreams, but the other
night I had two vivid visions.  

In the first one, I dreamt that this stupid house never sold–never ever
sold.  The details are fuzzy, but there were a heap of for sale signs in
the front yard.  Hundreds of for sale signs piled together, bent,
rusty.  And I felt disappointment. And it was not easy to cut the tall
weeds growing up between them.

In the other dream, I was standing in the lunch line, about twenty people
back from the ticket-taker at the cafeteria for Beal City Public Schools. 
Who butts in from the back of the line, cutting, along with three of his friends?  Shaquille O’Neal, that’s who.  WTF?! I couldn’t see
his head, but the Lakers jersey and No. 34 gave him away.  He and his
friends pushed by us and into the kitchen.  The end.

So what could all this mean, Dream Interpreter?  

Restlessly,

dmueller

This box belongs to:

At the edge of the chair watching the NBA finals.  

Tweaking minor goofs in the VCampus to eCollege conversion piloting in the
U.’s online courses this summer.  Our DL staff told me this was the largest
online course migration–moving between CMS providers–to date.  No idea how they figure that or whether anyone cares.   Noticed today that some comments (in an asynchronous threaded discussion) were time-stamped out of
order.  So the response gets tucked in before the comment to which it
replies.  

A wall of wind and lightning gusted through KC last night, flickering the
lights and littering the area with branches big and small.  All the
newscasters could talk about today is the registering of 75 MPH, "hurricane
force" winds that blasted the region last night.  Up on the rooftop
one shingle lifted, so I scaled the ladder, rummaged around up there late this
afternoon, dabbing fibrous tar-goop.  

Prepping for a trip to N.M. on Wednesday.  Will fly into Albuquerque for
this summer’s Native Vision Sports and Life Skills camp.  All the to-do
with house-selling and moving has left me feeling distracted; my focus
definitely isn’t on the camp–hosted this year by the Southern Pueblo
Tribes in Bernalillo (which, I think, is just outside Albuquerque, although I
haven’t checked a map). We learned on Friday that the house-seller in Syracuse
accepted another offer.  So we’re just counting days, waiting impatiently
for this lovely house in KC to be swept off the market by a new owner. 
Else?  Too early to say.

I’ve been keeping readerly tabs on all of the exciting things shaking up the
Blogosphere–the Hawaii
C&W
conference,
mainly, and Jenny’s hard-earned, well deserved Best
Blog Award
.  Is there a trophy?  Some kind of graphic insignia?

Pizza Hut now boasts WingStreet here in the metro area.  And we ordered
some wings. But I’ve decided PH should stick to pizza.  Traditional
pizza.  Chicken products from pizza hut–buffalo style chicken pizza,
chicken as a topping, WingStreet wings–leave a lot to be desired.  I don’t
usually flail around with grand decrees about food stuff, but I’ll never eat
chicken from Pizza Hut (or WingStreet) again.  Blech!

Blog entries I’ve been contemplating: 1. How are the Braddocks going? 
I’m a third of the way through them.  Continue?  Shelve it? Change the
approach? 2. My oldest uncle–G.–succumbed to cancer yesterday.  It was a
long, relentless time working on him. Been thinking about a tribute, mainly
because watching Big Fish last night (between storm flickers) brought up
a few ideas about memory, imagination, myth, family.  I hope to share some good ones later this week.  And my uncle G., being a pastor and a forestry biologist, well, I sense a certain, tough-to-describe peace about it all, in
part, maybe, because his time came almost exactly seven years to the day after
his younger sister, my mom, passed away.  Heh.  This paragraph started out about the Braddocks.  No, I’m not all over the place. 
Really. 3.  Bookmarked this
article from the NYT
.  It ties into a whole set of issues about
verified readership. So I can put a clandestine confirmation cue in the message to ascertain it has been certifiably, indubitably read?

Odell, 1980, “Needed Research in Discourse Theory”

 Odell,
Lee. “Teachers of Composition and Needed Research in Discourse Theory.” On Writing Research: The Braddock Essays, 1975-1998.
Ed. Lisa Ede. New York: Bedford St. Martin’s, 1999. 84-92.

Big Idea
Lee Odell argues for yet-to-be-done composition research as of 1979. 
He contends that we must not only be practical and pedagogically centered, but
we must also shape discourse theory and adapt it to benefit students.  His
premise rests squarely on the basic notion that theoretical investigations in
composition must always return to practical matters, to pragmatic application in
the classroom on Monday morning.  I’m not certain how long before Odell’s
1980 piece the Monday morning question became a fixture in composition
studies.  "How will you use this to teach?" was often
bandied about by some of the practice-heavy folks in my MA program.  It’s a
line of thinking that somehow characterized the useful and worthwhile
queries as ones that can be proven to funnel toward students’ proficiencies in
writing.  Unless it shapes student writing, it’s fluff, abstraction (or
that’s the script, anyway).  Odell’s brief article starts with a push away
from Kinneavy’s Aims of Discourse; he faults the aims for their overemphasis on
product at the expense of attention to the series of choices reflected in a
student text.  Odell thinks composition folks should investigate student
choices by engaging in comparative readings of drafts, redirecting student
projects through revisions toward "different purpose[s] and appeal[s] to a
different audience," and by enlisting students to explain–even through
tape-recorded narratives(!)–their own choices while writing. Odell suggests
advantages in comparing unassigned student writing (writing done for
non-academic purposes) to assigned student writing.  How, for example, do
styles vary when the writing is subjected to the forces inherent in the
institutional arrangement?  Because we can be sure student writing
performance varies, we must acclimate our evaluation methods. Odell’s case
aspires to getting inside why students do what they do when they
write and understanding full well how our own work affects what they do.

Wondering About
This is a brief little article, under ten pages.  It reminded me about
one of the research interests of a professor in my MA program.  He
contended that one of the first orders of business in teaching composition was
to come to terms with the thing that governs students’ sense of essayism.
He supposed a kind of accumulation of essayistic force compelled many students
to write mechanically, guided by their overpowering sense of what an essay is
(often conditioned by years of Thou Shall Not’s) rather than what the specific
language in the prompt asks them to do.  In these terms, students’ choices
aren’t always affected by consciousness, choices aren’t always
easy to articulate, decisions aren’t always precise or simple.  And
I wonder if the same is true for more experienced, even professional
writers.  Must we always be able to explain choices?  Is every
articulation governed by a choice?  Is it possible for unchosen (free,
unrestrained, accidental) articulations to achieve a desired aim or must the
entire writing process be underscored by choice after choice in pursuit of an
explicit aim?

Along these lines, Odell’s essay sent me reminiscing about a hard camp-line
in my MA program.  The line basically divided those who held that, in
fairness, instructors must account for the entire semester’s plan at the outset
of the term of study.  Students should be able to look ahead;  proper
planning by the instructor ensures a more organized semester and, as a result,
the course will come off as more polished, more coherent.  Over on the
other side (Me? Oh, back then I straddled.  Good MA students
avoid the wrangling, stick to the middle.) were folks who contended that we
cannot know where what the next assignment should be until we’ve read the one
before it.  It was more in line with responsive pedagogy–the kind that
accepts that we need to improvise, bend the curricula to our students who vary
from term to term, and allow for contextual factors to steer the course rather
than proceeding from an inflexible master plan.  How does this connect with
Odell?  I think his work here supports a version of the second approach,
the loose and responsive plan.  After all, he argues that we must get to
know our students and, in doing so, realize that effective pedagogies are
fine-tuned to specific students.  

It makes sense that composition instructors should care about un-assigned
student writing.  Digital media have given us greater access to unsolicited
writing done by students; we can read weblogs and participate in chats without
getting wrapped up in institutional dynamics.  But what other sources of
un-assigned writing are there?  Where might we look harder at writing done
by students outside of academia?  Why are they writing?  How might our
writing curricula navigate the assigned-un-assigned binary for the betterment of
everyone involved (including the assessors, accreditors–who unfortunately matter)?

Notably, several of Odell’s methods for getting to know the choices students
make when writing strike me as incredibly laborious.  Tape-recording? 
Reading multiple drafts and attempting comparative readings of multiple drafts
is challenging, but listening to students’ voice-recordings explaining the
choices they’ve made in a particular essay draft seems impossible.  Could
be my own sense of appropriate pace and workload, but I can’t imagine attempting
more than two essays in a sixteen-week semester if multiple stages and careful
interrogations of choices were part of the plan.  At times, I have used MS
Word’s document comparison feature to read revised essays against their
predecessor, and although it doesn’t come with a student narrative about
specific choices, it does reveal patterns and lend insight to the scope of
changes being applied between drafts.  I can also see the use of a
discussion of choices when conferencing with students.  I’ve never tried
it, but I am curious about the experiences of folks who have used voice-clip
inserts to comment on student writing (in the mix of text-based comments,
perhaps).  And I suppose this comes close to one of the recent discussions
on the WPA list about the writing assessments used by UPhoenix where, because of
the burden of responding to student writing, human readers are teaming up with
machine readers–layering computer and teacher–toward a two-part rendering of
response to student writing.  It’s not exactly what I had in mind when I
wrote about collaborative
commenting
a few months ago, but it churns up some interesting (disturbing,
exciting) possibilities.   

Passages
"One basic assumption in current discourse theory is expressed in James
Kinneavy’s claim that purpose in discourse is all important" (85).

"A second major assumption in current discourse theory is that different
writing tasks make quite different demands on writers" (86).

"The writing of our students represents a kind of information that is
almost impossible to obtain in any context other than a course that is primarily
concerned with students’ writing" (84).

"Whereas we once could use a single, widely-agreed-upon procedure for
evaluating all the writing done in a given mode, we may now have to use a
variety of evaluation procedures, most of which we have to create for
ourselves" (88).

"When our colleagues complain to us that we’re not teaching students to
write, they often mean that they’re tired of seeing misspelled words and
sentence fragments" (89).

"If it is true that students are likely to be more successful with one
sort of writing task than with others and if it is true that we must vary our
evaluation procedures according to the specific writing task at hand, we may
have to make substantial changes in the way we assign and evaluate writing"
(90).

Mugs Across the Curriculum

A group of Harvard students has fashioned a social network site for
stimulating connectedness among coeds at several top-flight schools.  According
to their site, 

You can use Thefacebook to:
– Search for people at your school
– Find out who is in your classes
– Look up your friends’ friends
– See a visualization of your social network 

This has interesting possibilities, especially for its emphasis on
institutionally centered networks as safe(r), inherently associational, loaded
with potential for fruitful connections. The visualization feature is
intriguing, too.  And although it’s pitching the social dimension of
undergraduate life (where there are, of course, other ways to "find out who
is in your classes"), I can’t help but wonder how Thefacebook could affect
professional networks or whole fields of study, perhaps even the entire
professorate (provided there is such a thing). For now, the group is playing on
the kid-ish "poke" to name the contact gestures.  Pokes are kind of like trackback pings–only they’re aimed at interpersonal,
single-channel (removed from wide readability) communications; I suppose this
brand of funning toward a sense of social connection and generated collegiality
would doom Thefacebook to imminent failure in more formal (read serious, read
professional
) circles.  But it’s fun to think about the potential, even
to imagine how this might reweave the social fabric for community colleges or
commuter-based institutions or large-scale distance learning programs (none of
which appear on the list yet).  So far, according to the
article on Wired News
, nearly 250,000 students are registered for poking at
34 institutions.  Notably, the site limits poking to folks at one’s
own institution, which makes good sense considering that students at Harvard
really shouldn’t be poking students at UMich–and vice versa.

Misting

Still too lazy/occupied to muster a full blown entry, but these photos dumped
from the digital camera are a quality holdover.  First one is a look
at the falls.  Broke up the drive on Friday by stopping in Niagara for
an hour and a half.  Strolled around; ogled the view.  Delightful
weather for onlooking. American Falls are on the left; Niagara (Canadian?) Falls
on the right.  I can’t recommend the Planet Hollywood restaurant.  D.
discouraged me from photo-documenting the reason.  Go ahead; ask why.

Patched panorama

Here is my favorite pic from the trip.  On the way back
through Detroit, I passed on Syracuse memorabilia to my nephews.  The
orange wig was a hit–far more coveted than the stuffed Otto we brought.  In
the photo, older nephew T. is in a compromised position, holding fiercely to the
wig on his head and the wireless Nintendo controller in his left hand while
younger nephew T. goes for the two-for-one: choke hold and wig grab.  Oh so
brotherly. 

Should have picked up two orange hairs