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.

Remembering Trees
Friday, 14 Jan 2005 :-:

We have had unusually warm weather this winter. Warm and humid.

Normally, I would look out the window to see snow. But this winter?

Sunset, January 15, 2005, Mount Joy, Pennsylvania

The humid, foggy mornings break out into jubilation every evening. And my desk faces the western sky. That picture, in fact, was taken from my bedroom window.

** * **

And the evenings! Just cool enough to stroll underneath the dim, hazy nighttime lamps.

Two nights ago, I was walking back to my car after practicing my trumpet, under a canopy of branches. The knobby sycamores spread their branches, meshing with each other in the night like rows of grandfathers embracing. Even in the humidity, the night was silent, still.

I had turned off my headphones long ago to savor the cool, refreshing loneliness of communion with creation. I remembered that I too am part of this world, not mind only, nor spirit, but a living thing-- in many ways like the trees alongside me.

What kind of life is in trees? I wondered, that would make them live so long, and be so steady, their roots deep, their hearts coursing with sweet sap even in the darkest, coldest wintertime?

Trees, it seems, live forever.

I look out of my window and see the oaks, the tuliptrees, and even a blackberry. The fingers of a dogwood stretch elegantly to the sky below my window. Those trees were my great friends growing up, Loriodendron Tulipefera, my tent, my hiding place to read, and explore, and imagine. That burl on my desk was once my favorite seat. See that hemlock? They say I climbed it when I was four.

And now, 17 years later, I remember those good friends with fond memories.

But I also see trees that are no longer there. For trees, like us, must someday die as well.

So I thank the Creator for the blessings of the life around me, for the slow, persistent energy and growth of all living things, thanking Him also for the life inside me, and remembering that I too will pass away and not be forgotten.