After struggling with OIT’s ridiculous file size limitations…
spoken word/dub/mash up
After struggling with OIT’s ridiculous file size limitations…
spoken word/dub/mash up
Depending on your perspective, I have either a) sacrificed my otherwise dignified appearance for a good cause or b) become one of the best-styled philanthropists in the greater Boston area. I am currently growing a moustache in support of 826 Boston’s programs, which include after-school and weekend writing and tutoring projects for students ages 6 to 18. 826 Boston gets support in a number of creative ways, including the Greater Boston Bigfoot Research Institute, which furnishes specimens, lab equipment, and field researchers’ gear in order to generate proceeds for 826.
However, this is the first opportunity I have had to participate in a fundraiser that transforms not only 826, but also my upper lip: the Moustache-a-thon. Over the next six weeks I will be growing a moustache and collecting pledges.
This is not the first Moustache-a-thon ever held in the United States. 826 Seattle and other chapters have had great success with their Moustache-a-thons. 826 Boston has set the fundraising goal at $20,000, with which it can:
If you like kids, learning, moustaches, or supporting worthy causes, this is the Moustache-a-thon for you! Please check out the prickly-to-flowing progress at www.826bostonmoustacheathon.blogspot.com – where you will also be able to donate in support of my moustache through PayPal. If, however, you have been working on your handwriting and would like to showcase the flourish of your signature, you can also write a check to 826 Boston with my name in the memo line, and send it either to me or directly to 826 at 3035 Washington Street, Roxbury 02119.
Hirsutely yours,
Ryan C. Smith
Weekend disappointment #1
http://www.myspace.com/hellohighplaces
I decided to brave the cold and venture to Northampton to see High Places perform at Pearl Street only to find that the show was canceled about 30 minutes before it was due to start. I don’t have heat in my car so I decided to walk around Northampton and contemplate my existence. I scoped out Pleasant St. Theater which unfortunately did not have any movies without Kate Winslet. Then I called all the people that I know in Northampton while walking back and forth through the big intersection and contemplating going into Urban Outfitters for warmth (and hipster irony).
So now I’m at home watching Battlestar Galactica (how’s that for hipster irony?) and thinking about making cookies.
If you were as disappointed by the cancellation of this show, there’s always passion pit at Iron Horse tomorrow night!:
Election Flyer Redesign Attempt! (PDF)
using adobe indesign
Blogger Responsibility in Literary Truth
In her speech given at a LITA (Library and Information Technology Association) conference in October of 2005, Blogging Outloud: Shifts in Public Voice, Danah Boyd draws on the metaphor of blogs as paper. Suggesting that blogs are used for anything from insightful articles to grocery lists to scribbles.
Boyd defends bloggers’ ability to navigate the tenuous line of journalism, literature and “self involved whining”:
By calling bloggers “the unpublishable,” it is difficult to tell if the comparison is purely journalistic or also referencing professional authors and academics. Y’know – the ones who “publish” at the whim of capitalistic-minded publishers. On one hand, we have esteemed authors who have navigated the vetting process (translation: those who have figured out how to market their writing); on the other, we have self-involved whiney brats who bring their friends into their drama. Should we note that people publish Howard Stern and that numerous bloggers write serious commentary about everything from local politics to the process of becoming a doctor in this country? Perhaps not.
This article is now more or less out of date (written in 2005) but it does manage to capture some of the problems that the memoir style blog (or any memoir) presents for literary truth.
This article from CNN tackles some of the problems that people have always had with memoirs. A few years ago, James Frey author of, A Million Little Pieces (documents his struggles with addiction/crime/ rehab facilities, etc) was (still is!) the subject of intense scrutiny for his literary fabrications in his non-fiction memoir. In his interview with CNN Frey says:
“There’s a great debate about memoir and about what should be most properly served, the story or some form of journalistic truth. Memoirs don’t generally come under the type of scrutiny that mine has.”
Unless Oprah is reading your blog, it probably won’t come under this kind of scrutiny either, but what kind of literary truth do we, as bloggers, owe to our readers? And why do I trust so (very) deeply in the truth of the blogs that I read?
I read A Million Little Pieces and trusted completely in its truth but I wasn’t let down by the fact that Frey may have fabricated or embellished because he told a great story that was intensely personal. I don’t read memoirs as autobiographies because I don’t care whether or not these things actually happened to the author- I only care that their story is personal, meaningful and well told.
I trust in (most) blogs for three and a half reasons:
That said, fabricate your memoir all you want, bloggers… we will know.
Hopefully I will have a chance to write more on this later seeing as I didn’t really answer any of the questions I laid out for myself.
Want to write your memoir? Check out this great book from McSweeney’s:
http://www.amazon.com/Autobiographers-Handbook-National-Writing-Memoir/dp/0805087133
This morning I came across a “lists of things to do before I turn (25, maybe?)…”.
But I must have been distracted while writing it out because it started this way:
* Hike the Appalachian Trail
* Record an Album
* Live in a Foreign Car
I will count this as a rough draft because I’m pretty sure that I’ve never had aspirations to live in a foreign car. Oddly enough, I currently own one and it does have comfortable leather seats.
(I guess this came from wanting to live in a foreign country and learn how to repair foreign cars, specifically the Saab– maybe I could move to Sweden?)