Not Sponges

Over a week on, and I’m taking this chance to more formally reflect on last week’s first lecture for Networked Media.  It was definitely not what I was expecting, that’s for sure.  Day one, and lecturer, Adrian Miles, has already fondly dubbed these weekly occurrences for this semester as the “unlecture”.  I’m listening!

Adrian’s spiel was illuminating, to say the least.  “Not sponges”, he said, dismissing the way typical lectures are conducted; students half asleep, eyes glazed over, heads lolled to one side, and mouths slightly ajar as they drool onto their shoulder as though the knowledge and information being distributed to them were via an intravenous drip in their arm.

No.  These lectures are to be different.  More, an open forum discussion, where individuals can speak their thoughts aloud, and more importantly ideas can be “bounced” off one another to learn in this way.  With that, I can metaphorically see us no longer as sponges, but as the little silver balls of a Newton’s Cradle, only less structured, and moving in differing, wild directions.  And instead of momentum slowly coming to a halt, steadily gaining in speed and rapidity, with the little clinking of metal signifying the ticking of our brains.

00 What is Networked Media? (The Subject)

Networked Media.  Just a little over one week into the course and I have to admit, I do feel a little lost.  A “speculative curriculum”…  If we’re about to “set sail” and immerse ourselves in this vast subject of information, the network, this “sea of ideas”… I’m feeling like a need a compass.  Or like I’ve already missed the boat.

Yet I’ve said to myself I won’t sit around and wait for a brain “wave”, or a helpful gust of wind to push me in the right direction.  I’ll submerge myself in this blog, the network, this subject, this course, starting now, whether I’m heading to the right destination or not.

“There is no shore”.  Not yet.  If I dive in head first now, maybe I’ll find a promising horizon in the near future.  I’ll dabble.  Soon, I’ll be swimming, and I hope as this course comes to a close, I’m in my motorboat storming home over the finish line.