“A Content Methodology” for Contents Magazine

December 7th, 2011

If you’re into nerdy things like work methodologies and the nature of the content industry, you’d TOTALLY be into the article I wrote for Contents Magazine, a publication about all things content.

From “A Content Methodology Primer”:

It’s romantic to think that content work is an art, all brandy, pipes, and wood grain. But it’s not. It’s a process. A messy, sticky, multi-disciplinary process that begs for structure, consistency, and guidance.

That’s a daunting task. Content wants to be messy. It wants to roll around in the mud. It wants to be gross. Our job is to pull it together—to take the guesswork out of creating and curating it—and to treat content work as something closer to a science.

And, if you’re NOT into that, you might enjoy this video of a mullet/mustache combo whistling “Georgia on My Mind.”


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Issues Considered: Content Strategy, Writing

The Internet as a subset of the humanities

December 6th, 2011

By definition, the humanities are a set of academic disciplines dedicated to studying the human condition. They include the entire span of human creation – language, history, literature, art, technology, and everything else that fits under the guise of humanity. Law and its consequences. Anthropology. Self-reflection. It’s a broad scope.

In practicality, however, the humanities – as laid out by the National Endowment for the Humanities – make up the non-visual-art side of human thought. Literature and history, civics and government; the furtherance of society is built upon knowledge of the humanities. The mistakes of our forefathers and the insight of our peers, each mind creating a web of culture that guides us and keeps us interesting.

Nowhere, however, in the NEH’s definition is mention of technology and, more so, the culture of the Internet. Isn’t it time for that to change?

“Internet” and “Web” appear often, don’t get me wrong. They are used as a medium; often, they are simply nothing more than a method for distribution. Books are scanned and stored thanks to the Web, newsletters and meetings are set up over the Internet. Web culture is non-existant; instead, we see the culture of technology pushed to the side to make room for its tools, like buying an IKEA shelf for the allen wrench.

But there’s magic in that shelf. There’s more forward thinking civic dialogue, literature and true change being cultivated via the Internet than any traditional medium combined – a dialogue that consists not only of what we’re used to (Writing! Critique! Government!) but what we’re still discovering.

The web is more than a tool for cultural change – it is culture change ITSELF.

Full disclosure: I’m fortunate enough to serve on the South Dakota Humanities Council. What was once a council built on a history of retired professors and state authors has become younger, more in tune with technology and its tools. We’re slowly taking the next step, no longer content to rely only on the tools of technology, but with technology itself. The future holds discussions about what it means to be a South Dakotan today, in today’s terms, with today’s problems and today’s new ways of telling stories.

Your local humanities council is probably doing the same thing. But, unfortunately, those efforts often go unnoticed. Slashed budgets, public indifference and a multitude of distractions keep humanities councils – who are charged with protecting and celebrating the humanities in all of its forms – under the radar. So while we’re making changes, humanities boards are still struggling to move past the traditional author/scholar makeup and push into the future. Into considering web culture and content as important as novels about buffalo.

The representation of modern Internet culture is lacking. Where are you? Will you help?

If you read, you support the humanities. If you blog, you support the humanities. If you create web sites, or if you design beautiful products, or if you edit things, or if you take part in the consumption or creation of anything whatsoever on the Internet or via physical medium, you support the humanities. You support the process and history of technology, and you support the changing landscape of creative thought.

I, as a full-fledged member of an NEH-supported council board, thank you. And now, I challenge you to remember that the humanities are invaluable. They shape the fabric of our culture, and they deserve not just support, but complete appreciation and participation.

Regardless of the number of books you’ve written, or the number of Master’s dissertations you’ve given, or the number of historical texts you’ve memorized, the humanities are current. But it will take work to get them there – to stop looking to the past and begin pushing today’s agenda. Because the humanities aren’t just dusty books and the Venerable Bede.

The humanities are you.


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Issues Considered: Humanities, Literature, Writers

I am a Celtic

December 2nd, 2011

Hey, so, you guys, did you know that the NBA season is starting on Christmas this year, and there are five games, and I will watch them all even if I have to go to the bar and steal cable, and oh yeah there’s also a new set of NBA commercials.

No Hollywood. No South Beach. Sorry, y’all. This is the last shot for this C’s team. You’re stuck with them – and me – for the next seven months.

(I hope.)


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Issues Considered: Random

The Impossibles, “Enter/Return” – 6.1.2002

December 1st, 2011

For one summer, The Impossibles’ Return was my return to punk rock. As much of a return as I could claim, I suppose – I was never more than an EpiFat punk rocker to begin with.

It was a huge part of my soundtrack over the summer of 2000, which means it was part of my soundtrack in England that year, and it was a huge part of my soundtrack while working my first “management” job as Assistant Assistant Manager of the Sioux Falls Software Etc.

It’s still one of my favorite albums, and it’s funny how it never should have even registered with me. The Impossibles were a ska-punk band. They were like MU330 and Skankin’ Pickle – better, yes, but still all upbeat strumming and jumping around the stage. I had long since phased out of ska, and took a new Impossibles album to be Yet Another Ska Album.

But it wasn’t. It was fantastic. It was future punk. It sounded like what a new Weezer album might sound like at the time (this was before the Green Album) and people would ask at Software Etc., “Is this a new Weezer album?”

It was fantastic. They took a huge chance, updated their sound, and wrote a very fun album.

It turns out, The Impossibles best album would be their last. Fans didn’t like the change, didn’t like the lack of ska, didn’t like the fact that their favorite band could evolve, didn’t like the idea that they may have to stop pulling for the past and evolve on their own.

Disappointed with the lack of reaction, The Impossibles broke up. They figured they had something better to do. Something that might be appreciated. Maybe one, maybe both.

Good for them.


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Issues Considered: Music, Music Video

The “Evolution” of “Evolve”

November 30th, 2011

I have an issue with the word “evolve,” primarily in the way it’s used for individual shifts in thought or process: “My view has evolved,” or “Our process has evolved.”

The word “evolve” has two similar but very different meanings. One, “to develop over successive generations as a result of natural selection,” is the traditional scientific definition of evolution. The other, “to develop gradually from a simple to a more complex form,” is simply a synonym for “change.”

One plays verb to the noun that is “evolution.” The other is misleading – it’s nearly the opposite of evolution. Saying your view has evolved, or that your child’s vocabulary has evolved, indicates that one single thing has shifted and changed and improved over time. Evolution, however, is not concerned with individuals: it’s the shift through generations of genes via the theory of natural selection.

Evolution doesn’t mean a thing just CHANGES, like a monkey becomes a man overnight. This isn’t Kafka. There ain’t no cockroaches under that bed.

When you hear ill-advised rebuttals of evolution based on things like “I didn’t come from no monkeys” or “How can the eye have just evolved to what it is – that’s nearly impossible!” I fear that the concept of evolution is being watered down thanks to the accepted use of “evolve” as a synonym for “shift” or “change”.

Evolution takes a very long time. That’s kind of how it works. It may take 30 generations of humans to weed out a faulty trait. Or longer. But, in terms of geologic time, it’s merely a blip, and it’s this relative spacing that keeps us from evolving … ahem … clarifying our view on evolution.


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Issues Considered: Annoyances, Science, Words

Two conversations

November 22nd, 2011

If there’s any question as to why blog output as dropped over the past several months, let’s just assume that the sudden uptick in questions and declarations from our 4YO and 2YO can be of some blame.

SIERRA: Who takes care of all of the babies?
KERRIE: When a baby is born, that baby’s parents take care of it.
SIERRA: But who takes care of ALL of the babies?
COREY: Do you mean who takes care of EACH baby? The baby’s mommy and daddy.
SIERRA: But what about when everyone was a baby?
US: …
SIERRA: Who took care of YOU?
KERRIE: When I was a baby, Grandma Cici took care of me.
SIERRA: But who took care of Grandma Cici?
KERRIE: Great Grandma took care of Grandma Cici.
SIERRA: But who took care of Great Grandma?
KERRIE: HER mother took care of her.
SIERRA: …
SIERRA: Maybe God took care of all of the babies. But then when he turned around all of the babies crawled away. *laughs* THAT’S SO HILARIOUS.

ISAAC: ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR…
ISAAC: …
ISAAC: I LOVE TO COUNT.

What a bunch of nerds we’re raising.


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Issues Considered: Isaac, Sierra

Six chairs and a pile of blankets

November 20th, 2011

So we moved the chairs and piled the blankets and even though my knees hurt I crawled inside.

It was small. Too small for the three of us, at least, though for the little ones it was perfect. It was three chairs long, two chairs across, with every blanket from every closet – this one was her baptism gift and this one was from his grandma and this one matches his room and this one is her favorite. And though it was dark, it wasn’t scary, because it was filled with giggles and stuffed animals and two little kids.

Nothing’s different under the blankets, really – the same toys doing the same things, the same people in more uncomfortable positions – but then again everything’s different. It’s a house. A cave. A cove for whatever the kids are going to conjure up. It’s the same floor and the same chairs, but it’s a different angle. A different atmosphere.

And then, it was dinner time. We needed the chairs. So it all came down.

In response to the tears, I promised that I’d help build a bigger one. Tomorrow. In the basement, using the sectional sofa and the quilts. We’d be able to keep it all up. Occupy Basement, I guess you could say.

“Can we play Memory again? Like last time?”

Of course. Of course we can.

Forts, you guys. They still rule.


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Issues Considered: Family, Isaac, Sierra