Senior Project First draft is nearing completion. Ironically, i loaded Blogger.com to see if they were featuring any current articles i could cite in my project only to discover their first complete redesign in Blogger history.
It is terrible. The new Blogger.com interface is completely AOL-ized in its rounded-corner graphics and utter uselessness to the established user. What amuses me the most about this is that, in writing the academic portion of my project, it became increasingly apparent that Blogger’s ubiquity was the main reason it could compete with the simpler and more communal Live Journal and the the more complex high-end Moveable Type. This new template capitalizes on moving towards the LJ model of compartmentalized simplicity rather than the MT one of specified power, and i think it signals the death-knell of serious bloggers using the Blogger service to do anything.
I wouldn’t be surprised to see a mass-exodus of big names in coming weeks. It seems as though Alison agrees.
I am still working towards my weekend 10,000-coherent-word goal, but i have made some progress into my Senior Year death march of assignments. Again, if you live in China or have friends from Brazil, allowing me to interview you could save my ass in a dramatic fashion.
The current snag that i am working through is that, because my narrative voice and style tends to be consistently distinctive, i find that i am unwittingly quoting content that i wrote for the Blogathon site last year in pieces of my Senior Project. If you unintentionally quote your own uncredited writing, do you have to make a citation to avoid accusations of plagiarism? Or, alternately, to prove that you aren’t surreptitiously mining your own previous work in order to avoid writing new content? Furthermore, do i have to cite the sources of statistics that i compiled myself last summer for the Blogathon? What if the sources don’t exist anymore? Do i just get to say “cause i said so?” If were to wrap myself in a white sheet as if i were preparing to be mummified and then subsequently roll off my back roof, would i be distinguishable from the creepy thing that looks like a dead body in my neighbor’s yard that Lindsay and i were always too afraid to investigate from a distance closer than her back window?
So many questions, such a small attention span.
So, 3,000 or so words into today’s massive writing blitzkrieg, i finally realized why my senior project was a bad, bad, bad idea. I thought it would be amusing to tell you why, since i know that two of my project advisors read my website.
Hi Al and Ron. Boy did i fuck myself over good.
There are four elements to my approach to almost any communications project, which i will list here in order of preference and marked by the piece of punctuation that they current evoke.
Of course, i had the witless naivete to choose a project that stacks those preferences in almost exact reverse order, and now i am paying for it. Oh, how i am paying for it. I just spent two hours joyfully clacking away at bevy of documents only to realize that i had skipped directly to writing. This has been the story of the entire process – get stuck on planning, revert to writing. Because, shocker, i like the writing the best.
Stupid miserable me. My only consolation is that i chose a good cause to do this slave labor over, as it would have never been done otherwise. Still, there is part of me weeping and wishing I was unleashing some masterful, personal, novel-length essay. Or doing Aim’s project. Or some other thing that shouldn’t require footnotes of any kind.
Five more weeks to go.