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.

The Flannel Man
Thursday, 18 Nov 2004 :-:

How long was he invisible?

If only the pile of books where he sat could whisper the secret of his rough fingers, or crack open the emotion in the white-whiskered, wrinkled face that framed his deep-set, dark blue eyes! But this room is silent, except for the two behind me who discuss in hushed tones: sales figures.

"Don't give me any of that altruistic stuff," the suit speaks, "It's all about money."

I remember when the elderly man shuffled in hunched inside his red flannel coat, inside the faded blue denim shirt, inside the dark blue sweater, cocooned inside the layers of his few possessions. Outside the public library, the New Orleans sun beats down a constant, 80 degree heat.

They know each other here. The security guard waves to the cripples and the suits. Do they know the old man? I want to know.

But an empty seat remains.

I'll never know.

I ought to go back to the Hyatt, to the power suits, funky beards, bare midriffs, and lavender lenses of the National Collegiate Honors Conference. I should go back, find that Croatian biologist with the lovely curls, and buy her a beer. Or, I could do something that remains true to my character; I could, like the geek I am, go museum-hopping with friends.

The guard helps an elderly woman to her car. They laugh. A man in faded overalls carries a teetering stack of books to a table. On the top is a New Oxford Dictionary.

I stay for a while.

I can't go back to the recursive isolation of the Hyatt, the talk of culture and diversity, of science and progress, the talk that turns the flannel man into an invisible.

I linger for a while and pay to use the Internet. Behind the desk is an amazing thing: a beautiful acrylic sphere that plots the meridian lines and calculates the night sky for a given evening. They let me play with it. Precision mathematics and the poetry of the stars merge and spin like soulmates.

"So, why are you interested in this globe thing?"

"Oh, I'm presenting a spherical sculpture at the National Collegiate Honors Conference this weekend. It's about ethnic, lower-class life in mid-19th century Philadelphia."

The sphere! I need to finish attaching triangles, I realize. Heading back to the hotel, I pass a beggar who asks money for food. I offer him an unopened bag of trail mix. He refuses.


On the bright side, I was able to present twice at the conference. The presentation of my geodesic narrative montage(I think it is the first ever hypertext sculpture), went extremely well. I call it Philadelphia Fullerine.