Dearborn, Michigan ( Read more... )

What, no one else observed three months of blog silence in honor of Mike the Tiger ( Read more... )

Mike the Tiger (the 5th of his line) has died at age 22 ( Read more... )

Somewhat to my surprise, I realized today that I’ve missed Detroit in more ways than I had imagined. Of course, the city is easier to love when it’s not covered in ice and dirty snow. And the thought that one needs one’s winter wardrobe through May remains a daunting fact of life here. Given that I’ve spent more of my life (13 years) here than ( Read more... )

I’m driving up to Detroit today for the 2007 Computer and Writing conference. My paper, “When MySpace is OurSpace” looks at some of the issues in developing a course on social networking, particularly the issue of using social networking to explore social networking. Some of the approaches are obvious (everyone keep a class-related blog and link/ ( Read more... )

And the little people add their condolences (courtesy of Americablog). Caution: some bad language

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ROY: What’s is like? After ( Read more... )

If you’re a New Orleanian (in any form or fashion), you know this. If you’re not, you’re probably tired of hearing it. Tough: I’ll keep saying it. Things are still broken. Four of the five stories on the front page of the T-P this morning are storm-related. Only one is possible good news: the new head of the Recovery School district is some kind ( Read more... )

Finally, I can say that I’ve been to JazzFest. Despite all my worries and all my friends’ complaints about how it isn’t as good/cheap/local/uncrowded as it was 30 years ago, I did have a very good time. But I think today will be all for this year. Two days back-to-back might be pushing things a bit, particularly with the Baton Rouge commute ( Read more... )

I’ve about decided to head down to Louisiana to catch at least a day of Jazz Fest. (Since I’ve never been -- oh, the shame!) On the plus side, there’s the music, and I could happily have spent all 6 days there, if music were all. But there are, I have heard, the crowds and the sun and the mud and lines and the parking ( Read more... )