This is the syllabus for a course I’m teaching this fall at Macalester College. The course will look at the Internet and society through various lenses (sociological, psychological, economic, aesthetic), with a particular focus on how the Internet is changing our relationship with the written word.
Each week, each student will be asked to familiarize himself/herself with a designated website (for example: Feministing, Internet Poetry, Favstar) and to post on the course Tumblr making some sort of comment about the site. There will also be assigned readings that range from psychological studies of media effects to an Emily Gould essay to a Steve Roggenbuck video to fiction and poetry by authors including Megan Boyle and Marie Calloway. I hope you’ll follow the blog and join the conversation.
New Media and the Written Word
MCST 294-03, Fall 2012
Instructor: Jay Gabler
For much of the 20th century, new media—from motion pictures to radio to television to computers—were thought to be antithetical to the written word, harbingers of the demise…
Course being taught at Macalester College which includes mine and Stephanie Cook’s ebook ‘Love Gmails’ as assigned reading.
I am alone in a dark room. I am alone in a dark room with my ulnar artery spurting out a fresh Rorschach test onto the wall maybe once every 0.5 seconds. I am becoming lighter and lighter. I am becoming lighter and later. I am lit by the unearthly glow of late night television. I am being raised…
Nobody is all-good or all-bad and neither is a relationship. Give up on relationships. They will always be glumly mediocre. I would like to fall in love for a moment dear, I fall in love for a moment dear, just before we spit each other out and we land sodden, amylase working away at our starched skins. I still love you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you. I am still pinioned.
Take my hand. Take my hand as it crumbles off me. See hollow bones emerging. I will be gone soon. Let me fly! Darling, sweetheart, sugar, honey, I am sorry for the mess I have made. I leave you the following possessions: recipes you hate but will never erase from your mind, a sense of doubt, a…
Roll up! Roll up! Last chance at teenage love! Get it whilst those hormones flow!
Last chance at teenage love. I can feel my emotions dull within me. I can feel myself not feeling. I miss my old ping pong world of wild emotions. I will never love again. I will merely fuck with feeling. I will…