As I’ve expressed here before on Medium, I’m grateful, as a scholar, for what the web gives me. And I mean “the web” in that deliberately vague sense most people mean it, and not specifically communications by hypertext protocol (HTTP), which so many don’t know about. And besides HTTPS is more common.
I get to watch an authentic Swede opine about Greta and mass immigration, then hop to Australia to learn about Syria (some of you get that), then back to professors I had (Richard Rorty, Walter Kaufmann), other teachers, even my own stuff when I’m looking for places to branch off.
I’d make a comfortable cave-like den-studio, with plenty of bandwidth, the default safety net component. Or call it a personal workspace (PWS). That’s the plain vanilla “dorm-carrel” of the Global U (slang for “global university”, branching off “spaceship earth”), but “tricked out” (it’s Halloween today) or customized.
You need a place to get caught up and reoriented, as anytime you’re immersed in some kind of consuming work, you fall behind in so many other dimensions.
When do you get to update your thinking? When do you get to work up to a new role?
More concretely, some of us were traumatized, rather recently, and not unlike the good people of Hawaii, by the prospect of a major apocalypse, man made.
