Monthly Archive for April, 2006

Okay, I’ve got to let this go

I have been blogging or messing around with this blog (mostly the latter, actually) in just about every free moment this week.

WordPress is very cool software, and I’m starting to feel that I’m getting some control over it, but how many rotating header images do I really need? It took pretty much all of two days to master what I needed to do with the photos in PhotoShop, and now there they are.

Of course, the more I do this the fewer posts I actually put up here. Yikes.

Okay, this is it.

Incidentally, the rotating header photos are from my own little mid-life. Most from home, some from schools where I teach. I may stick others in as the spirit moves me.

Particularly since I spent two days learning how to make the headers.

What are your secrets?

Last Sunday�I heard a sermon by Verne Arens that got me thinking even more than usual. The gist of Verne’s message was that when we reveal our inner flaws and scars to others, we create a basis for real human interaction. Only when a person is willing to share some secret (deep or not so deep)�can one feel that one really knows that other person.

This got me to thinking about my own secrets. No, I don’t think I’m going to reveal them here. The blogosphere is too public. There are (or could be) people reading this with whom I’m just unwilling to do that kind of sharing.

But there are facts in my personal history that, for some reason or other, I haven’t necessarily chosen to reveal even to the people closest to me. Nothing dramatic. I wasn’t imprisoned for dealing drugs at an early age. I’m not secretly gay or bi-sexual. I don’t have information the CIA would like me to hold onto. Just little things. Things that might embarrass me if I recalled them.

Okay, here’s one. It’s the only one I’m letting go today, and you all get to read it: I was about seven or eight when I was in the third grade, since I was born in October and skipped the first grade. One day in third grade I wet my pants in class, just�sitting right there in my seat in school. My teacher was a mean old witch. She had made it�clear to all of us kids that we would not be allowed out to the restroom, and I really had to go, and finally I just couldn’t hold it any more. It was one of the worst moments I can remember from my childhood. I had failed utterly to control my body.

It’s the only time this has ever happened to me, but it remains, 45 years later, one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.

We all have them, these nagging little secrets. There are a lot of reasons we don’t want to give them up. They might be simply embarrassing, or take us back to a moment of embarrassment from long ago. They might cause us to be perceived as something other than the way the people closest to us see us.

Or there might actually be professional consequences. When Valerie Plame was outed as a CIA agent by Dick Cheney or Scooter Libby or whomever, with the knowledge of Karl Rove or George Bush or whomever, it ended her career.

In today’s Washington Post there’s a story about the Rev. James Moran, a priest who was sexually abused as a young man. When he tried to talk about this openly during Holy Week, when he tried to share this secret and thereby share his humanity, the Catholic Church first reprimanded him, then removed him from his position as a hospital chaplain.

That’s a real loving church, eh? That’s a great way to show Christ’s love for the shunned. Push one of your own onto the street for even remembering and talking about what happened. Keep the secret, above all else.

Can I really speak German?

This past Saturday I was driving around Fairfax County in the rain, running errands and listening to podcasts. As I listened to Filme und so, the German movie-review podcast with Annik Rubens and Timo Hetzel, I realized that podcast is just about the only place I get information on new and soon-to-be-released movies nowadays. Annik and Timo are great reviewers and film experts, and theirs is an interesting program that is easy for a fluent non-native speaker of German to understand.

(I’m fascinated to see that Simran has posted pictures of Annik and Timo, from the first video version of their podcast that he had seen.)

It’s a bit funny that I’m getting my film news almost exclusively from Filme und so, because the original reasons I subscribed to it were that Annik Rubens, a podcasting colleague and acquaintance, is half of the team, and that it was one more way for me to listen to “real” German on a regular basis.

I am a 20-year-veteran German teacher with a Ph.D. in German from Vanderbilt University; I’ve published two books and some articles on German literature, etc., etc. Yet I probably will always feel inadequate as a speaker of German. I never lived in German-speaking Europe for more than four weeks at a time, I didn’t spend any growing-up years there, I am not married to a German, nor did I hear it spoken at home as I was growing up.

This is all to say that I never had a real, true, undiluted immersion in the German language. I can’t afford to travel to central Europe frequently, so I go there every two summers or so with American high school students. This is, of course, an intrinsically watered-down, or at least somewhat simplified, experience in the German language.

I sometimes feel like a poseur when I “do” German. Listening to myself converse with Annik last summer on Schlaflos in München, I felt like I sounded like a complete imbecile who could barely put together a simple sentence in German.

And yet–I wonder whether all non-native speakers of any language always feel that way?

A new toy: WordPress

Okay, you all, I finally did it. I managed to get WordPress installed on my own hosting account, under my own domain name, and here it is. All posts from this one on will be posted in WordPress.

There are still several things that are not “right” about this new scheme. I feel overwhelmed, for example, by all the possibilities. I cannot figure out what I’m supposed to do to upload and post pictures. I am not thrilled with the default template (theme) I’m using as of today, April 23. (In case you’re reading this deep in the future–woooooeeeeeuuuuu–I was using the WP default theme, with a little blueness in the header.)

But these things will come. I am truly amazed at the things I’ve been wanting to do all this time and just couldn’t. This is definitely software written for serious bloggers. I want to be one of those when I grow up…

IMPORTANT NOTE: For all posts prior to this one, “categories” listings point to tags at del.icio.us, using the very clever scheme suggested by Freshblog and Ted Ernst. (Sadly enough, the link to Ted Ernst’s blog on this seems to have died.)

[Actually, Ted has moved his own blog to WordPress, which is why I couldn't find the article. Here it is. Thanks to John, the Freshblog guy, for pointing this out in the comment below.]

From now on, however, the categories will be categories within my WordPress account.

After I’ve settled on a template, I’ll put the del.icio.us categories list back in my navigation bar for awhile. But I’ll start using WP categories right now.

Oh, one other thing: as I’m writing this post, I haven’t yet updated my Feedburner feed. So if you’ve subscribed to it through the feedburner feed, it’s not working yet. I think I’ll drop that link out of my nav bar, since WP supports RSS just fine.

[Edit later on: I have now changed my Feedburner account to point to the new WordPress RSS feed. My stats said I had something like eight subscribers through that feed, so what the hell, I might as well keep it current.]

The amateurization of media

First of all, I mean the word “amateur” in the post title in the purest sense: one who does an activity out of love for that activity. In that sense I am an amateur podcaster, since I do it out of love (so far); and I’m even an amateur magician and musician, even though I do both of those things for money rather often.

As consumers of mediated information (”mediated” being, of course, related to “media”), we have long been used to, and willing to, pay for media content, including the print media. Now, with the explosion of blogs and podcasts, absolutely everyone with a computer and decent internet hookup can and may publish.

Will there remain a place for “professional reporters” or “journalists” in the future? Even in this blogpost, I can link to a related article in the Washington Post and cause the Post to point back to my blog–thus undermining the privileged position of the “professional” journalists who are paid to write for that great newspaper. (See? I just forced the Post to link back to me by linking to a blog entry by Howard Kurtz, their media writer.)

When everybody can create content, will there remain a demand for “professional” content that people will be willing to pay for? Will there be a way to earn a living in the future as a journalist? (This question was posed by Annik Rubens to Steffen of the Süddeutsche Zeitung in edition #315 of Schlaflos in München. If you understand German, it’s a great discussion.)

Lately I have become a fan of a charming husband-and-wife podcast called Me and the Bean, produced by Chad and Amanda (”me” and “the Bean”) in Mt. Airy, North Carolina. I don’t think I am showing any disrespect to them when I say that their podcast is a modest project. They don’t line up celebrity interviews or discover new musical artists (although one of Chad’s projects, Locals Only, features independent music from around northwestern North Carolina). All they do is talk about their friends and their lives as parents of young kids.

Me and the Bean is like a semi-weekly newsletter to friends. We all listen, from all corners of the globe, and respond to them via email, voicemail, and MP3 audio files. It is nothing like “regular radio,” nor does it aspire to be.

When I wrote down the notes from which I’m writing this entry, I was listening to the show. Chad had just read an email from somebody who was listening while doing one of those mind-numbing survival jobs, like cleaning offices or something.

It occurred to me that podcasting beguiles the time in an empowering way. Not only is there a customizable content stream to listen to, but it’s a kind of content anybody can create. So you listen to your own special list of podcasts, and then you create your own audio files and respond back.

An audio podcast is essentially much different from a blog. With a podcast I can take the content with me; for a blog, I generally need to be online and hooked up to the Internet to truly get the essence of it (links and trackbacks and comments). To read a blog on a web-enabled cellphone, for example, would be just too tedious. I cannot participate in a blog, even in receptor mode, while riding on a subway train.

But while writing the notes for this blogpost, I was hearing (i.e., consuming) Me and the Bean (and Schlaflos in München and all the other shows to which I subscribe) on the Orange Line of the Washington Metro while riding home from an afternoon in DC.

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It’s been awhile

I am, so far, not the blogger I want to be. I truly intended to blog on a regular (weekly? semi-weekly?) basis, but other things are getting in the way.

And yes, Simran, I realize I am still using Blogger, with the WordPress folder full of goodies still sitting on the desktop of my Macintosh. I just haven’t had the guts/time/will to set up my GoDaddy server space with WordPress. I really, really want to. It will put me in better touch with my blog, and possibly induce me to change to a more interesting template. (At least the set of default templates in WordPress is a bit more interesting than the Blogger defaults.)

Well…soon. I did purchase a nice Moleskine reporter-style notebook (a very cool notebook, used by Moleskine nerds) last week at James Madison University, when we visited there with our daughter. And I have written in that thing.

In fact, I’m going to use notes from that notebook right now to write a blog entry on the changing media landscape. (No, not a rant against the RIAA this time.)

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A view from section 417


RFK stadium, sec. 417, row 3, seat 4 (rail in foreground)
Originally uploaded by ShepDave.

This is a view of the Nats/Orioles game from my regular season seat. At this point in the game, the Orioles were being put out 1-2-3 in the top of the ninth inning. But the damage had been done. The O’s won, 9-6.

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The Nationals-Orioles exhibition game

Musings and thoughts on the Battle of the Beltway game at RFK Stadium between the Nationals and the Baltimore Orioles:

  • I had a great seat in section 422 for this game, but I made a point to look at the field from my season ticket seat in 417. We’ve got the third row. It will be great, but we may try to upgrade next year to move closer to home and (more importantly) up at least one or two rows, to take the rail out of the picture.
  • The Nationals lost. At least one guy on the ballparkguys.com discussion board was very incensed about this. Most of the rest of us, though, just enjoyed being at the stadium. The Nationals are going to lose a lot this year–they have no owner yet, so they have no budget to acquire players, plus a lame-duck management staff. We’ll live.
  • This was a two-game exhibition series. Friday night was in DC, Saturday late afternoon in Baltimore. It was a little disappointing to see only about 19,000 people in RFK for the Friday game–until we saw the attendance for Saturday’s game in Baltimore. It was 11,000 and something, and I’ve heard tell that many of those people were Nationals fans. Moreover, we in DC paid full price for tickets to this practice game, while the Orioles sold their tickets for $10. It’s clear to me who the real fans are.

Go Nationals! Opening day of the season is tomorrow (Monday), in New York against the NY Mets. Opening day at home is Tuesday, April 11. We have tickets for Wednesday the 12th, against the Mets. I can hardly wait!

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