Notebook of Sand

• Recent Publications
• Recent Projects
• Conferences & Speaking
"Comparing Spatial Hypertext Collections"
  ACM Hypertext '09
"Archiving and Sharing Your Tinderbox"
  Tinderbox Weekend London '09
"The Electronic Nature of Future Literatures"
  Literary Studies Now, Apr '09
"The World University Project"
  St. John's Col. Cambridge, Feb '09
"Ethical Explanations,"
  The New Knowledge Forge, Jun '08
Lecture, Cambridge University
  Tragedy in E-Lit, Nov '07
Hypertext '07: Tragedy in E-Lit
Host for Tinderbox Cambridge '07
Keynote: Dickinson State Uni Conf
Upper Midwest NCHC'07: Speaker
eNarrative 6: Creative Nonfiction
HT'05: "Philadelphia Fullerine"
  Nelson award winning paper
NCHC '05:
 Nurturing Independent Scholarship
Riddick Practicum:
  Building Meeting Good Will
NCHC '04:
  Philadelphia Fullerine
  Lecture on American Studies
WWW@10: Nonfiction on the Web
NCHC '03: Parliamentary Procedure
ELL '03 -- Gawain Superstar
• (a)Musing (ad)Dictions:

Ideas. Tools. Art. Build --not buy. What works, what doesn't. Enjoy new media and software aesthetics at Tekka.

Theodore Gray (The Magic Black Box)

Faith, Life, Art, Academics. Sermons from my family away from home: Eden Chapel!

My other home: The Cambridge Union Society (in 2007, I designed our [Fresher's Guide])

The Economist daily news analysis

Global Higher Ed blog

• Hypertext/Writing

Writing the Living Web

Chief Scientist of Eastgate Systems, hypertext expert Mark Bernstein. (Electronic) Literature, cooking, art, etc.

Fabulous game reviews at playthisthing.

• Stats

Chapter I: Born. Lived. Died.

There is a Chapter II.

Locale: Lancaster County Pa, USA

Lineage: Guatemala

Religion: My faith is the primary focus of my life, influencing each part of me. I have been forgiven, cleansed, and empowered by Jesus Christ. Without him, I am a very thoughtful, competent idiot. With him, I am all I need to be, all I could ever hope for. I oppose institutional religious stagnation, but getting together with others is a good idea. God is real. Jesus Christ is his Son, and the Bible is true. Faith is not human effort. It's human choice. I try to be the most listening, understanding, and generous person I can.

Interests: Anything I can learn. Training and experience in new media, computer science, anglophone literature, education, parliamentary debate, democratic procedure, sculpture, and trumpet performance. Next: applied & computational linguistics, probably.

Education: Private school K-3. Home educated 4-12. Graduated Summa Cum Laude from Elizabethtown College in Jan 2006. As the 2006 Davies-Jackson Scholar, I studied English at St. John's College, Cambridge University from 2006 - 2008.

Memberships: Eden Baptist, Cambridge Union Society, ACM, AIP, GPA.

Alum of the Elizabethtown College Honors Program, sponsored by the Hershey Company.

Clandestine Staircase, Secret Cloves
Sunday, 4 Apr 2004 :-:

He came walking with a plastic shopping bag. I didn't ask him what was inside. I knew better than that.

Why are you looking at me like I'm crazy? I mean, look. We're on a college campus, it's the middle of the night, and the lights behind the communications building only dimly outlined our shadows on the drizzle-chilled concrete. He was between me and the grated, blue emergency phone on the other side of the building. Would you ask your friend what he had been doing late into the alleyways at nightime?

"Hey, do you know where I can process this out of the way? There's probably nobody at the academic buildings, right?"

I laughed. "I'm not taking you down to the honors center with that stuff, keys or not." I thought for a moment. "Follow me."

I took him in-between buildings and underneath the raised walkways. Our path twisted around until we came to a winding staircase. We took it to the floor underneath the classrooms, to an area students never visit, through a stairway students never notice.

Good thing I keep my eyes open. I always wanted to be a detective, so I taught myself to notice small things like innocuous doorways, toe-grips for easy flight to the rooftops, and the amount of dust on the unused desks. These observations help me often as a writer, but they were now helping me in other ways...

"You want some?" he asked, emptying his shopping bag onto the rust-covered, dustily-abandoned desk.

"No way man. You know I don't touch that stuff. It would kill me."


"You know I can't stand the stuff. I can't believe you're doing this. You need to get medical help."

He moved too quickly. I should have expected it. He pulled his left hand from the jacket pocket and snapped open the blade.

I sighed and unclasped my pocket-knife from the keychain.

"Honestly, Ryan. I know you have a cold, but Garlic? You have enough cloves here to feed an entire Italian village."

"Well, I have never tried garlic before and I wasn't sure how much to buy. Besides, it was on sale at Giant. Thanks for showing me this place though. I didn't want to stink out the room."

Pan of Garlic Cloves, eggs, cheese, and other breakfast foods

I shut up and helped him slice the cloves into small pieces.

For the last few days, my friend Ryan McGee has been recovering steadily from his cold and keeping vampires away for a fifty mile radius (which is about the distance you can smell him from).