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\n write the blog all day long with varied and deep and sprawling observations,
\n reflections, brainstorms, commentaries, speeches Dusty Baker needs to give his
\n hapless team, solutions for the English Education quandaries, and more, more,
\n more. But none of it ever seems to make its way into this blog. It’s time for
\n an entry on why, though I can’t quite seem to nail it, and so I delay. But here’s
\n a partial list:<\/p>\n\n
\n anxieties, but I’ll focus on the fear associated with the "public representation
\n of one’s writing." I know blogging is supposed to be free and casual,
\n "your mind on the Web," your un-spell-checked, un-filtered, un-labored-over
\n phenomenological stream and such, but who can be so un-fettered, un-revised,
\n un-artificial as all that?<\/li>\n
\n can be so lonely…. There you are, putting your Wisdom o’ Life out there,
\n and there it goes, unread, ignored. On the other hand, if the blogging is
\n going well, it can get pretty close to the core, so KEEP OUT!<\/li>\n
\n it circles back into the Totality of Everything. I start planning these little
\n blogs, each of which connects to all these other thoughts, each of which summons
\n a plan for new entries. There’s always a master plan lurking. Ah, master plans:
\n the motive of all possibilities and nothingness. Coleridge was right: Extremes
\n do meet.<\/li>\n
\n as the simple ethical problem of quoting a friend’s email. It’s really wrong
\n to take a friend’s or colleague’s or student’s message and post it on a Web
\n site without permission, but the delay of the process, and\/or the possibility
\n of denial takes all the fun and spontaneity out the whole blog experience.
\n Now the problem has expanded into another area. For lately, I’ve felt the
\n urge to post email that I’VE composed and sent to friends, students, colleagues.
\n Even though I am the "owner" and author of the text, I feel it’s
\n a violation to take a message crafted and intended for an individual and re-use
\n it for a larger audience. (But so much of our language is re-usable!) So I
\n start to wonder: To what extent was the original message itself "dictated"
\n by the needs of this alterior\/ulterior? rhetorical situation? Just when did
\n the thinking that this message might be "re-usable" start creeping
\n in? As rhetorical motives flit about during communication, just how do we
\n go about sorting through purposes, audiences, and situations? So typically,
\n I throw up my hands; I just sit on it, and ignore the whole thing, sigh…<\/li>\n
\n (to a teacher of writing…process, process, process…archive, archive, archive,
\n which leads to more process, process, process) threatens to take over….
\n I mean, who has the time?<\/li>\n
\n at work, in the community, everywhere–are kind and caring and generous–and
\n would read anything I put before them in a heartbeat, but should they really
\n be subjected to "inhabit my sprawl"? I mean, we all enjoy our OWN
\n sprawl, and it is, to quote Smeagol, "our precious"…but take that
\n sprawl out of context, and talk about BORING! Hmm…the sprawl as ring…now
\n there’s an idea! Keep posted….<\/li>\n
\n blogging–authenticity in blogging–requires comfort with–no, an inhabitation
\n of–the attitude of perpetual unfinishedness. Got an idea? Feel a need to
\n understand it? to know it? to work with it? to move on with it? Go write a
\n final draft. Get thee to a five-paragraph essay! Hence from the blog and blogging
\n company! In fragments and false starts and partial finishes and ellipsis marks
\n and the perpetual endlessness of things we trust, kinda…<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n