At times I reflect on the digital humanities. A transformation is afoot. I ask myself "Just what is it that's going on here?" I don't know. But I get hints. I follow others who find the relatively new world called "digital humanities" a world of interest. We explore and talk to one another. Most of my talk is via Twitter. Some of it is marginalia scribbled in comment boxes of blogs. I listen to others via all of the media available, including digital media.
We digital humanities folks take pride in impressive accomplishments in finding and receiving content in new ways, via new tools.
What occurs to me is that the digital humanities movement is at a moment of conversation. As we converse, we discover. Our communications are pointers. We discover new paths. And we share maps of our journeys.
A well-swept yard was once the mark of a well-kept house and property, owned or lent
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Friday, April 15, 2011
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A Speech Delivered by The Daughter of A Tenant Farmer In Her High School Junior Year, 1927 Her Family Worked the Land Near Millport Alaba...
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A Speech Delivered by The Daughter of A Tenant Farmer In Her High School Junior Year, 1927 Her Family Worked the Land Near Millport Alaba...
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I met today with a a summer general education class. I like gen ed classes. They provide the greatest potential for reaching students. They ...
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Well-Swept Yard Remembering why I began this blog as a place to put things about my family. Stories. Photographs. Memories. Half-truths. Al...