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brighton the corners

Oct

10

I've been meaning to write about coming to Brighton, but I don't really know what to say. The initial hassles are out of the way, I'm settled in, and now it's the little things that preoccupy me. I haven't even taken any photos of the city because it seems... well, weird. I don't feel like a tourist here. I'm getting to know the side streets and little shops, the bus schedules and weather patterns. Brighton is home now. My life in the States has taken on a weird, unreal quality, a half-remembered dream that I'm not entirely convinced ever happened. It seems so far removed from here and now.

Maybe it's because I have a sort of quasi-nomadic habit. My relationship with cities is one of serial monogamy; I live somewhere for a few years, and by the time I move somewhere else, I can't wait to get away. I wonder if I'll be as eager to get out of Brighton as I was to get out of Ohio. Moving here represents a sea-change for me, a considerable step forward in the process of Getting My Shit Together. I knew I wanted to move to the UK; what I didn't know was what I'd do after I got here. For the first time, I'm not really that worried about it. One thing I've learned from the process is that things really can work out. It sounds cheesy, but it's true. My whole perspective on life has changed in the space of a few weeks.

I keep waking up early in the morning. At 7 or 8, the sun hasn't quite come up, and the little valley I live in is still damp with dew and bustling with snails (inasmuch as snails can bustle). If I'm lucky, I get to watch the sun peek over the hills and flood the garden and my bedroom with warm yellow light. It's brilliant. I've never been a morning person, but if I were lucky enough to spend all my mornings lounging around with a cup of coffee and watching the sun come up, I think I could become one.

communication, technology, and DIY

Oct

12

One of the things I love most about studying early modern literature is how relevant it seems to modern life. My readings lately have been about the print revolution and how it completely changed the face of human existence. That's not an exaggeration, either. Can you imagine a world without printed media? I certainly can't. It's one of the things that Elizabeth Eisenstein says makes it difficult for us to really understand just how much the advent of the printing press changed the world.

I think there are quite a lot of parallels between Gutenberg's invention and the rise of the internet. It's not a perfect comparison by any means, but the similarities are there. Opening up communication to a whole new group of people, the loosening of one particular authority's grip on information, and the addition, for good or ill, of a whole new range of human experience. People slag off the internet-- hell, I slag off the internet-- but I really feel that it has a lot in common with the printing press in that it's a new form of communication that has quickly become ubiquitous. How many young people now can remember life before the internet? I was around then, and I can barely remember it. I definitely recall doing research the hard way, with actual books and paper library catalogues, instead of with the internet. A world of information is at my fingertips. I wonder if this is how some early modern scholar felt, walking around the churchyard of St. Paul's.

The problem we encounter in a culture where everyone gets to speak up is determining which voices are worth listening to. If Authority no longer dictates who gets a say, it falls to us to be our own Authority. And sometimes we're pretty crap at that. Critical thinking skills don't really come naturally to human beings, much as we like to preen about being The Rational Mammal or some such nonsense. When it comes to it, we're pretty much just jumped-up monkeys with bigger, sharper sticks.

I'm going to have to look into this idea and investigate whether anyone else has drawn these parallels between the growth of printing and the growth of the internet. I think there might be a dissertation there. Or at least a term paper.