As an avid reader, the Internet has given me a lot to be grateful for. I can open any book I want, in moments. But, is there something to be said for real paper?
Standing in the faculty workroom, waiting for my cup of coffee to finish sputtering through the k-cup, I found myself browsing the papers.
Yes! While I can access the website for the Chronicle of Higher Education for free from any campus IP, the weekly newspaper and special issues are also mailed to the department. Instead of my usual glance, I took the issue with me to my meeting. Arriving a few minutes early, I perused the paper in place of browsing the internet from my tablet.
One drawback of the website version of this media is that the thoughtful layout is lost to the expedience of the “ease of use” for the “user” (not the reader!). Newspapers are so 2-D! Navigating? Not really necessary, just keep flipping along. I returned the newspaper to the workroom during my next jaunt to the main office and now I feel comfortable that I will be able to remain informed to an appropriate level, as opposed to an obsessive level, about the major issues impacting higher education. These issues will likely take time to develop and more time to properly research, analyze and properly explain and one benefit of real paper is that it takes real time.
This sketch is of a kingfisher feather. I was excited to see a kingfisher on the list of birds that I could include in a “Birds of San Marcos” pattern because a poem that includes a kingfisher is one of my favorite poems.
As Kingfishers Catch Fire
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying Whát I dó is me: for that I came.
I say móre: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: thát keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is —
Chríst — for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men’s faces.
Searching for the text to the poem (so, not confidently memorized) I spent 5 minutes listening to the woodwind performance of music by James Mackey, inspired by this poem. Kingfishers Catch Fire: Movement II
(James Mackey is a living composer and his music can be found on his website.)