Dictated Oct 23
So for digital writing month, I plan to write something every day. I will do so by dictating to my iPhone in bits and pieces and stolen moments, between classes, during lunch breaks, even at night in bed and inspiration suddenly hits me. I am going to try to do this with a minimum of editing except for voice recognition errors.
I have a lot of political, philosophical, social, religious, and educational concepts about which I want to write digitally. For practice tonight, I’m going to reflect on why I seldom actually publish anything I write. I have in my Google drive a piece of writing called reply to Maha. It’s a response I started to make to a blog post that she wrote about being marginalized and being famous on the margins. I haven’t posted the comment on her blog. Part of the reason is that by the time I was done writing it I had no time to go back and edit it and I did not want to post it without looking it over making sure that the grammar is correct, that I said what I actually intended to say, that I didn’t exaggerate my points, that it was carefully nuanced, etc., etc. I keep telling my students that it’s OK to make mistakes. I tell them if they haven’t made a mistake, they probably haven’t attempted anything worthwhile. Sometime ago Carol Jager (sic) applauded me for that and then asked, “And Jim, do you allow yourself the same freedom?” No. I realize I don’t. I wonder if I feel that my reputation is too fragile to risk publishing mistakes. There’s really probably no excuse for that. The online community in which I function has been completely supportive. I have no reason to be afraid. I’m very self-conscious that I don’t have the same credentials that many of these people have, but I have plenty of evidence to show That I get nothing but encouragement when I publish something. Of course, at the back of my mind is that niggling thought, yes but all that I published has been very carefully and meticulously edited. And the things that did not meet my editing standards, or the things that I was uncertain about, or felt that I needed more time to edit “later” just did not get published.
So this digital writing month is going to be Jim Stauffer raw. Trying to speed up my writing process by taking some risks that I haven’t allowed myself before. Incomplete sentences, run-on sentences, exaggerated points that have not been carefully nuanced or completely thought out. Possibly even the wild speculations and some political incorrectness. I will not try deliberately to be inflammatory just to get responses. I don’t believe that’s Jenny wine – that’s not me.
(I thought that last line was just too cute to correct the voice recognition.)
Ah, but I have Natural Reader, and I have Applian Replay Music. I can get the computer to read it. That’ll be geekier for my Bovine County compadres anyhow. After a few false tries I found correct input setting (simply can’t just record from speakers, not cool enough – has to be from the system audio) and we’re away.
And screen shots, oh yes, gotta show off. Document it. Ah well, might as well edit the mp3 tag info while I’m at it, and add some artwork from the web page. OOPS, messed up the timing on the flanging somehow. Gotta fix that in the audacity project then export it again. Now edit the tag info again. Ok, now just blog it and post it to the dropbox and to 










Wait. I no longer have a human breast in which anything can spring. I am a Zombie.
You need to travel over water to get here. Kayak, paddle-board, sail, or come with me. There’s an empty seat in my boat.
Descendants of the villagers return to this site annually to pay homage and to maintain the cemetery where their forbears are buried.


