Thinking about Hannah Arendt

…and what happens in the absence of genuine education, when propaganda and marketing hollow out one’s voice… [prompted by this article shared by a friend]

Reference photo source: click here.

Dogs and Ventriloquy

Dogs are remarkable. In some ways they’re our artifacts, and we speak through them. In others ways we’re their artifacts, and they speak through us.

Dogs and Ventriloquy

See also “bark…bark…bark

I’m trying out some things in Sketch Club, like using my finger and not a stylus.

Subscription & Enculturation

This one took a circuitous route. It started when I was reminded of those TV commercials that feature a series of actors reciting a snippet of what then becomes a more complete sales pitch, something I dislike almost as much as children in ads. Then it occurred to me that this technique is much more emblematic and generalizable.
We hardly ever walk our way into anything of social significance; rather, we talk our way in. Sometimes there’s even a script; sometimes there isn’t. The script is the doorway.


Do you find your voice once and for all or over time?

I don’t want to make light of this because it may be one of our most important projects, this notion of “finding one’s voice.” I’ve given it some study and thought; I’m a huge fan of Vygotsky, Bakhtin, and countless others…long story… I just wonder if it’s something that happens within a single instance (see image below), like at 3:30 am on a Tuesday or if it’s something that unfolds over time. It’s a big world, and there’s a whole lot of human variation; so, can I buy a vowel?

finding one's voice

Practically unrelated except for the refrigerater...a seminary-class doodle from the mid 1980s

Practically unrelated except for the refrigerator…a seminary-class doodle from the mid 1980s.