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.

Home and Vision
Friday, 27 Oct 2006 :-:

I don't feel like I'm away. I live in a nice house in a nice setting, walk on tree-lined streets to a new faculty building, and then spend the evening at a place which is hundreds of years old.

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This morning, while working to improve my knowledge of linguistic history/theory, I came across the poem enscribed upon the Statue of Liberty.

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

I cried. Where have we lost our way, we Americans? At what point did the dream of America the Beautiful disappear? When did we give up? Or did we err when we lost the spirit of the statesman, when we, the descendants of the tempest-tost decided to close the golden door of generosity in order to continue a dedication to personal gain?

I am living in a system designed to separate people, designed to convince them they are important, where argument and assertion are more valuable than questions. Some days, I long for the open arms and golden doors of my homeland. But in our time, the arms are cold, hard, rigid. The glowing hearth which shone behind the door has been replaced by a gilt facade with no knocker.

Our ascendance as a superpower now leaves us wondering what to do next, even as we undermine our great initiative through short-term chess. The politics of problem solving and electioneering pragmatics have stripped us of vision; of ideas which help us see ourselves and our purpose in a new light, ideas which transform *and* motivate us. But maybe it's no longer possible in a pluralistic society. Maybe we are so busy talking we forget to listen.

Why are all the idealists only angry and cynical? What have we done to ourselves? Is there no way forward?

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Each day at Cambridge is a treasurebox; I have inadequate hands, my discipline is weak, and my satchel far too small. Pray that my days be filled with wisdom, discipline in excellence, a sharp mind, and warm generosity.