Schenectady Synecdoche

Hopefully all will be we'll soon. Luckily my RSS reader had already pulled your last post it and while it's present in the archives it won't let me post comments. I had a response to your teaching post.

You said (in part):
In class today E made the mistake of remarking on the elision of African Americans in histories of composition. Hence my class was treated to a fine example of just how antifoundationalist I am: I don't even regard my own syllabus as sacrosanct. (And what more sacred artifact could a teacher possibly worship?) So, pushed over the precipice by E, I am succumbing to the temptation to lead the entire class into the intellectual morass in which I find myself: trying to contextualize the rise of composition.

My comment:
It sounds like you need the book project that I recently finished. Now if you can just hold off until I can get it published everything will be good. My project looks at histories of writing instruction for AAs from the beginning of HBCUs to present. I think it's a great book, but I'm a little biased. That's worse than saying "My mother says I'm cute"!

OMG! I came here to check up on your life--as this seems to be the only way to do so--and it is gone! What will you do all day now? (I am of the belief that it can be restored, of course.)
I appreciate the history of the name though. I thought StepAside was used as in "Step aside, I'm coming through!" (which, at least in the UK, is polite for "out of my ****ing way"--much used by officious officials on railway platforms...along with "mind the gap"). I will think of it as "the blog formerly known as StepAside" even with the new title, especially now I know how YOU intended the word to be understood.

Dr. B., I can't wait to see this book! And Sandra, you'll see your suggestion in a soon-to-happen redesign of the blog.

Ah! So this must explain why last night my efforts to comment on your last post was greeted with obscure messages like, "Somehow the post that you want to comment on does not exist." I thought I had fallen through some hole into a digital Twilight Zone. But, happily, no. Just some technical glitches, I see.

I ended up posting my comment, by the way, on my blog.

Hi, Donna. I'll check your blog & link it back here. I don't think anybody will even now be able to comment on old posts, but maybe I'll yet figure that out, too. Today I'm getting some very fine lessons in html, blogs, etc.

Heh. I actually had a similar experience over the summer. I needed an "uh-oh" button on MT.
http://www.cwrl.utexas.edu/~edbauer/blogs/jenny/archives/000965.html

Jenny, you've made me feel just a teensy bit less like a klutz. I'm probably the only person in the world who would actually hit the autodestruct button accidentally (maybe there should've been a Star Trek episode plotted thusly!), but at least there are others who've screwed up and lost blog materials.

Dr. B

If it makes you feel any better, this incident is sure to make great material for a friend/grad student I recently sernt to your blog--her entire online class focuses on technology, its use in the classroom, and its effects on both instructors and students.

BTW - I also told Lisa Edes to check out your blog. She started hers recently and was bemoaning her seeming ineptitude. I pointed out to her that your first postings read similarly with repeated awe for the techno geniuses that made this experience possible. I feel the need to remind all that these are the same folks who backed into blog software building and obviously didn't think a "are you sure this what you want to do?" button was really needed. Then again, for users like myself, perhaps a "are you really, really sure?" button would be best. At the very least, a "Beam me up Scotty!" would be nice.

I always thought StepAside was a two way meaning street: "get the F out of my way!" AND "I'm moving! I'm moving!"

I liked it! We'll try to get it back. While we're waiting, you want a pic up on this one?

Yes, I do want a pic, but only after Wednesday's manicure, which will involve blue nail polish. Gotta color-coordinate this puppy, dontcha know.