Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Five Things to Know

1) Sofitel pretty much rocks the house.

2) We have amazing families and amazing friends. Whoa. Everyone should be as lucky.

3) By some calculations, I'm a doctor now. This still doesn't seem real to me and won't, I believe, until May when I officially graduate.

4) My life would be improved approximately .5892% by a pair of black boots to wear with dress pants. There is a slight possibility that percentage could increase dramatically in the next several weeks. Shockingly, fairly open dress shoes make for chilly winter-time walking.

5) It does not take very long (3 days, actually) for me to get used to seeing myself in a suit. It takes far less time (3 seconds, give-or-take) for me to readjust to snuggling on the couch with my human and canine companions, looking forward to a long spring.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Justifications

The other day, I attended an interesting talk on rhetorical practice in a region and time period that has rarely drawn the attention of U.S. rhetorical scholars and that, in those rare moments, has been dismissed or denigrated by U.S. scholars who take the history of Greco-Roman rhetoric as their universalized frame for understanding and evaluating rhetorical practice in any context.

The speaker gave an in-depth introduction to the inscription practices of hir region/period and suggested that rhetorical study needs to pay attention to the interesting history and practice that came from there/then. Ze also raised the question of whether "Rhetoric" is the proper term to describe the practices ze laid out, given the term's particular foundation in the traditions of Aristotle and the Sophists, in a logo-centric context*, in a history of terms and assumptions.**

Unfortunately, the speaker omitted a perhaps obvious, but incredibly important step in his argument, a step that would have moved his speak away from the paradigm that Virginia Dominguez gently terms the "rescue project" and into the realm of (again, Dominguez) a "politics of love and rescue." That step is to move beyond the impulse of "we should pay attention to this period/place because it's interesting and we haven't paid attention before" and into an argument for why, beyond a recognition of previous neglect, rhetorical studies needs to pay attention. Into, in other words, a direct articulation of what the study of rhetoric gains from such attention, how a change from "history of rhetoric" to "histories of rhetoric" might both challenge and enrich our ability to understand practices of persuasion and identification.

To hir credit, the speaker did ask us to imagine how the study and even the definition of rhetoric would be different if it were hir period, not the Greco-Roman period, that served as starting point. However, ze did not guide us into that investigation, did not lay out for us the contributions that I believe can be made by greater attention to hir region and period.

Because omitting the justification for such expansion in how we in the US think about "rhetoric" feels like a threat to the work that I am doing, I want to take a few moments here to launch a general defense of the study of what might problematically be called 'other' rhetorics. Though I cannot make this argument for the specific region/period covered by the speaker, I believe there are some general reasons for broadening and re-examining our received definitions of rhetoric.

First on my list is the reminder that those of us introducing new regions to the study of rhetoric are not, in fact, doing anything so terribly different from our colleagues who, in recent years, have argued that the "history of rhetoric" ought to include the histories of women, people of color, and the everyday or that definitions of rhetoric should make room for the persuasive, identificatory force of images, space, and culture. These colleagues have argued convincingly that "rhetoric" is diminished by a slavish adherence to the doctrine of the "good man speaking well." They have shown, more importantly, that it never was just the "good man speaking well." What we know as *the* rhetorical tradition is chock full of images and bodies, of women and slaves, of foreigners and interlopers. We cannot, these colleagues argue, understand rhetoric, even rhetoric as we think we know it, if we simply accept the lacunae and erasures that have come to use via long histories of European bias. Similarly, those of us who focus on regions previously neglected (i.e. the vast majority of the globe) can argue that there is no justifiable claim to understanding the "available means of persuasion" if vast traditions of rhetorical practice are summarily ignored. Indeed, even those who remain staunchly committed to the study of "Western" traditions must realize that their traditions are fundamentally influenced by those vast realms of the not-West. As the speaker pointed out, Aristotle was not a European. I would add, Alexandria was not a European locale. Augustine of Hippo was not a European. And, perhaps more importantly, the history of colonialism brought syncretic practices into existence, required the adaptation of rhetorical modes, and influenced key periods of transformation (like the Enlightenment).

In addition (and this point was implicit in the speaker's argument), broader study of rhetoric often gives new and definitive support for arguments suggesting that rhetorical force can be found in a wide array of human practices. Articulating the different means of persuasion and identification at work in a given context can provide new terms for rhetorical theorizing, contributing either new applications of existing terms or contributing new terms for understanding previously unrecognized rhetorical behavior. It is in this context, for example, that I plan sometime to return to Guaman Poma's 1615 "Nueva Crónica y Buen Gobierno" to study the dialogue on the subject of good government that Poma imagines occurring between himself and the king of Spain. Poma's re-interpretation of a feature of Western rhetorical history (i.e. Alcuin's dialogue with Charlemagne) should offer us important new insight into that tradition and the syncretic rhetorical practice that Poma developed.

Of course, any specific project will carry specific contributions to be articulated. Given the ease with which such efforts to expand the purview of rhetoric can be dismissed as simply "not rhetoric," it is of utmost importance for us to make clear the many ways that a more expansive study of rhetoric strengthens and challenges the field.



*An additional difficulty I had with this talk was its insistence on the heritage of Greco-Roman rhetoric as language-based. The deluge of recent scholarship on the importance of visual artifacts and bodily comportment to ancient ideas of rhetoric ought to remind us that the assumption of the ancients' logo-centrism tells us more about our biases than the actual rhetorical practices of the Greeks and Romans.

**I also had objections to the either/or construct offered here and the underlying assumption that we must either define rhetoric as "big-R" Greco-Roman rhetoric (and thereby find new terms to refer to practices growing from different contexts) or entirely reject the useful terms and histories that US scholars have inherited from Greek, Rome, and Europe in order to make space for a more pluralistic set of rhetorics. I won't go into that larger argument here, but will simply note that while I don't believe that all rhetorical practice can be interpreted using the terminologies that we've inherited from Greece and Rome, I do believe that it would be ridiculous to therefore declare those traditions useless for approaching anything other than ancient Greco-Roman (and perhaps European) rhetorical histories. If we have any claim to the heritage of "available means of persuasion," we ought to be able to conceive of a more flexible approach to rhetoric.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Three Realizations

1. It's really a pain to open a can without a can opener. Those ridiculous little things on utility knives that are called "can openers" are really just a form of frustration torture. It's also lucky that I didn't slip and open a major vein while trying to use said torture device.

2. I was completely remiss in deciding not to buy basil at the farmers' market. There is never a good reason to not have basil on hand when one has fresh tomatoes.

3. A good 85% of my fondness for Champaign-Urbana is a direct result of my fondness for the people I know/knew here. The fact that more than half of the people whose company I enjoy have left is going to mean that the remaining few will have to work overtime...

Monday, August 17, 2009

Things you learn during 8 hours in a hot car

1. I was very much a child when I bought my red 1997 escort wagon, at least when it came to major purchases like cars. Despite my apparent adulthood and ability to drive and drink (though not at the same time, naturally), I decidedly didn't have a clue what I was doing.

2. The escort's lack of air conditioning and tape/cd player and cruise control are evidence of this general cluelessness.

3. Today is the 40th anniversary of Jimi Hendrix playing that famous feedback-rich rendition of the Star Spangled Banner at the last day of Woodstock.

4. Today is also the 40th birthday of Donny Wahlberg of the New Kids on the Block (this thing is hereby designated "I feel old, part 1").

5. Also, according to a radio station in west central Wisconsin, Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" and Guns n Roses' "November Rain" are now "classic rock" ("I feel old, part 2").

6. Trips go faster if you stop less often.

7. Ceisaf still recognizes the streets leading to our Champaign home.

8. The next car will have ac, a cd player/ipod jack, and cruise control.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Long Distance

Last night just before I fell asleep, sideways, in the double bed I have to myself, I found myself wondering what percentage of 'married' couples spend the kind of time apart that Anna and I have. In the limited circles I run in, such separation seems somewhat normal, though I've never heard it described as desirable. I think most academics know of at least a couple academic pairs who have tried the distance thing at least briefly. I also know that military families live a far more anxiety-laden and longer-distance sort of separation whose trials I can't even begin to imagine.

But, aside from those two examples that come to mind, I realized, in the fog of coming sleep, that spending months at a time apart and even contemplating a longer, though still temporary stretch must seem ridiculous to most couples ... maybe even a sign of marital issues.

Of course, separation isn't new to our era. Men, especially, have migrated for work or left on long campaigns. And, I suppose we should consider ourselves lucky in this era's modes of separation. Anna and I will talk most nights, will see each other almost once a month, will email regularly. Our connection will be made easy by cell phones, computers, and airplanes and big events will be communicated almost as soon as they occur.

Still, maybe it's heartening to imagine that this separation isn't the norm and will likely not be the norm even for us before too long. If most couples, even dual-career couples, manage to live happy, fulfilling, challenging lives together in the same city, maybe some day we will too. And believing that it might just be possible makes the empty bed, the silent breakfasts, and the solitary dog walks just a bit more acceptable.

Sunday, August 02, 2009

resident chef

This week I am resident chef at the fine home of one Dr. M.E.O, elder sibling. She is rounding this week at the hospital and will working long hours. I am planning mornings of school work (hello syllabus, job materials, and chapter revision...); afternoons of errands, reading, exercise, etc.; and evenings of cooking.

Yesterday, we went to the St. Paul farmers market, an extravagant affair of reasonably priced and beautiful locally grown produce. Now, the fridge is stocked and I am unreasonably excited to have a large kitchen and a gas grill at my disposal.

The following dishes are on tap for the week:

Stir-fried tofu and snow peas with basil

Grilled eggplant spread with mustard oil, cilantro, and onions

Grilled corn summer chowder

Vichyssoise

Pizza (grilled) with eggplant, fontina and caramalized onions.

also, if the nearby coop carries rennet and other sundry cheese making supplies, it is entirely possible that there will be fresh mozzarella later in the week. We shall see.

I do appear to have more meals that we have days. This could pose a challenge, but i think my food-loving sister and I can see our way through.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Departure

I am supposed to be packing. There are bits of piles scattered all over the house and several half-filled boxes sitting open here and there.

But I don't want to pack.

Partially it's the complexity of this packing project. We're dividing our goods for the fall and it's not quite a short enough time for me to be without a set of wine glasses but maybe isn't long enough to need a full complement of serving bowls. Plus, I've sort of forgotten what's still in Champaign and we have no idea which of us is more likely to have use of the salad dressing pitcher or the small white bowls that can go in the oven. To complicate things further, I'm going to be packing all this into a rental car and have no idea exactly how much space that car's gonna have.

Mostly, of course, the problem is that I don't want to leave. It seemed like a good idea to spend one last semester in Champaign back when I was mapping out the idea a year ago. Today, I'm thinking I'd rather just keep living with Anna. Screw being on-campus for the beginning of the job market. Who needs to teach that last class? What use is it being close to faculty when three fifths of my committee lives somewhere other than central Illinois?

Still, I'm going. A long drive today, trying to get as far across Ohio as I can. Tomorrow I'm headed to Chicago and need to get the rental to O'Hare before 3pm. Should be fun.

And, I'll see Anna on Friday. After all, I'm leaving today so that we can meet up in Minneapolis for a wedding there this weekend.

But this is still the big departure. We've had our last night at home together, eaten our last breakfast at the dining room table. And I do not like departures, even of the temporary sort.

meh. I have nothing profound to say, just some whining to offer. I promise Northern Minnesota photos soon.