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The heroic age of print
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Aldus Manutius Dolphin
I’ve written here before about the great humanist printer Aldus Manutius – see here and here. Clay Shirky is into Manutius too – both of those posts trace back to CS. But this post on book publishing and this one on digitization convinced me that everyone needs to know this story, because we need heroes like Manutius today.

This is from Alberto Manguel’s A History of Reading (one of my favorite books ever):

In 1453 Constantinople fell to the Ottoman Turks, and many of the Greek scholars who had established schools on the shores of the Bosphorus left for Italy. Venice became the new centre of classical learning. Some forty years later the Italian humanist Aldus Manutius, who had instructed such brilliant students as Pico della Mirandola in Latin and Greek, finding it difficult to teach without scholarly editions of the classics in practical formats, decided to take up Gutenberg’s craft and established a printing-house of his own where he would be able to produce exactly the kind of books he needed for his courses. Aldus chose to establish his press in Venice in order to take advantage of the presence of the displaced Eastern scholars, and probably employed as correctors and compositors other exiles, Cretan refugees who had formerly been scribes.

In 1494 Aldus began his ambitious publishing program, which was to produce some of the most beautiful volumes in the history of printing: first in Greek – Sophocles, Aristotle, Plato, Thucydides – and then in Latin – Virgil, Horace, Ovid. In Aldus’s view, these illustrious authors were to be read “without intermediaries” – in the original tongue, and mostly without annotations or glosses – and to make it possible for readers to “converse freely with the glorious dead” he published grammar books and dictionaries alongside the classical texts.

Not only did he seek the services of local experts , he also invited eminent humanists from all over Europe – including such luminaries as Erasmus of Rotterdam – to stay with him in Venice. Once a day these scholars would meet in Aldus’s house to discuss what titles would be printed and what manuscripts would be used as reliable sources, sifting through the collections of classics established in the previous centuries. “Where medieval humanists accumulated,” noted the historian Anthony Grafton, “Renaissance ones discriminated.”

Aldus discriminated with an unerring eye. To the list of classical writers he added the works of the great Italian poets, Dante and Petrarch among others.

Aldus didn’t just pick great texts (and great people to edit them) – he made great books, introducing several important innovations.

As private libraries grew, readers began to find large volumes not only difficult to handle and uncomfortable to carry, but inconvenient to store. In 1501, confident in the success of his first editions, Aldus responded to readers’ demands and brought out a series of pocket-sized books in octavo – half the size of quarto – elegantly printed and meticulously edited.

To keep down the production cost she decided to print a thousand copies at a time, and to use the page more economically he employed a newly designed type , “italic”, created by the Bolognese punch-cutter Francesco Griffo, who also cut the first roman type in which the capitals were shorter than the ascending (full- height) letters of the lowercase to ensure a better-balanced line. The result was a book that appeared much plainer than the ornate manuscript editions popular throughout the Middle Ages, a volume of elegant sobriety.

What counted above all, for the owner of an Aldine pocket-book, was the text , clearly and eruditely printed – not a preciously decorated object. Griffo’s italic type (first used in a woodcut illustrating a collection of letters of Saint Catherine of Siena, printed in 1500) gracefully drew the reader’s attention to the delicate relationship between letters; according to the modern English critic Sir Francis Meynell, italics slowed down the reader’s eye, “increasing his capacity to absorb the beauty of the text.”

I love that italic type is above all a technology — operating both on the eye (to increase attention) and the page, to decrease the total size of the text and allow more words to be printed on fewer sheets of paper. That in turn allows all of the dimensions to be reduced, saving money and making the books easier to use.

Like all technologies, though, the printed octavo volume in italic type has definite social preconditions AND consequences:

Since these books were cheaper than manuscripts, especially illuminated ones, and since an identical replacement could be purchased if a copy was lost or damaged, they became, in the eyes of the new readers, less symbols of wealth than of intellectual aristocracy, and essential tools for study.

Booksellers and stationers had produced, both in the days of ancient Rome and in the early Middle Ages, books as merchandise to be traded, but the cost and pace of their production weighed upon the readers with a sense of privilege in owning something unique . After Gutenberg, for the first time in history, hundreds of readers possessed identical copies of the same book, and (until a reader gave a volume private markings and a personal history) the book read by someone in Madrid was the same book read by someone in Montpellier.

So successful was Aldus’s enterprise that his editions were soon being imitated throughout Europe: in France by Gryphius in Lyons, as well as Colines and Robert Estienne in Paris, and in The Netherlands by Plantin in Antwerp and Elzevir in Leiden, The Hague, Utrecht and Amsterdam. When Aldus died in 1515, the humanists who attended his funeral erected all around his coffin, like erudite sentinels , the books he had so lovingly chosen to print.

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Making music without a mask
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This is, no question, my favorite new genre: the production-as-performance video. This is Pomplamoose’s Single Ladies cover, which is probably the paragon of the form so far:

Characteristics of the pro/per video:

☑ Normal duds, normal environment. No spandex, no fog machine.

☑ Gear. Lots of it.

☑ Subdivision of the video frame: overlapping tracks visualized as overlapping views.

☑ Performance! This isn’t just a hidden camera in the studio. It’s natural, it’s unpretentious—but it’s still a performance.

(In some ways, this newer Pomplamoose video is an even better example of the pro/per form, but the music is not as perfectly ear-tickling, so stick with Single Ladies.)

What I love about the approach is that it’s showing us a complicated, virtuoso performance, but making it really clear and accessible at the same time. It’s entertaining, but it’s also an exercise in demystification—which of course is exactly the opposite objective of every music video, ever. Their purpose has been to mystify, to masquerade, to mythologize in real-time.

Even live performance videos mystify in their own way: “Jeez, how did they get so good?” What I appreciate about the pro/per, at least in Pomplamoose’s hands, is that it acknowledges: Yes, to make music, you need a lot of tools, and you need a lot of tries. And I really like (maybe even need) the notion that things can be assembled. They can be built from parts, improved piece-by-piece. You don’t have to do it right the first time through. That’s what Pomplamoose seems to be saying, and showing.

I know I’ve seen some other videos in this genre, but I can’t dig any of them up… and, ha ha, searching for “production as performance” on YouTube doesn’t get you anywhere. Can you think of any?

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The mantra
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JoAnne McNeil:

Publishers need to act like… record labels.

Say it again.

If there were a Tony Wilson of publishing, you bet I would buy every book printed, (disposable income permitting.)

Think about how true that feels. And think about how few institutions or mechanisms there are that create a sense of trust or of identity in book publishing – especially in the wide-open, nobody-knows anything world of mainstream fiction and nonfiction.

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Data ghosts
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Four excerpts of Romanian Nobel laureate Herta Müller on the ontology of bad data:

1. For me each journey to Romania is also a journey into another time, in which I never knew which events in my life were coincidence and which were staged. This is why I have, in every public statement I have made, demanded access to the secret files kept on me which, under various pretexts, have invariably been denied me. Instead there is evidence that I am still under observation…

2. The three years at the tractor factory Tehnometal where I was a translator are missing. I translated the manuals for machines imported from the GDR, Austria and Switzerland. In the third year a “protocol office” was established. I had to be made suitable for the office by means of two recruitment tests carried out by the secret service officer Stana. After the second refusal, his goodbye was: “You’ll be sorry; we’ll drown you in the river.” One morning when I turned up for work, my dictionaries were lying on the floor outside the office door. My place now belonged to an engineer, I was no longer allowed in the office. I couldn’t go home, they would have sacked me there and then. Now I had no table, no chair. For two days, defiant, I sat my eight hours with the dictionaries on a concrete staircase between the ground and first floors, trying to translate so that no one could say I didn’t work. The office staff walked past me, silent…

3. In October 1984 I really was allowed to travel. The intention, however, was malicious: I was to be seen as profiteering from the regime and, in the west, to be suspected of being an agent. The secret service worked intensely on both, but in particular on the “agent” persona. Spying staff were sent to Germany with the task of smearing. The plan of action of 1 July 1985, states with satisfaction: “As a result of several journeys abroad, the idea was launched among some actors at the German State Theatre in Timisoara that Cristina is an agent for the Romanian Securitate.” After my emigration, the measures to “compromise and isolate” were intensified. A “Nota de analiza” from March 1989 reads: “In the action to compromise her, we will work with Branch D (Disinformation), publishing articles abroad or sending memoranda – as if issued by German emigration – to several circles and authorities wielding influence in Germany.”

4. In my file I am two different persons. One is called Cristina, who is an enemy of the state and is being fought. To compromise this Cristina a dummy is produced in the falsification workshop of Branch “D” (Disinformation), with all the ingredients that harm me the most – party faithful communist, unscrupulous agent. Wherever I went, I had to live with this dummy. It wasn’t just sent after me, it hurried ahead of me. Even though I have, from the beginning and always, written only against the dictatorship, the dummy goes its own way to this day. It has become independent of me. Even though the dictatorship has been dead for 20 years, the dummy leads its ghostly life. For how long yet?

For more on the history of files, secret police, and identity, see Cornelia Vismann’s magnificent book Akten, translated last year as Files: Law and Media Technology.

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Why Obama deserves it
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Just before the Nobel nominees were submitted, January 22, 2009, “Obama orders Guantanamo Bay closed, bans torture”:

With a few strokes of a pen, President Obama this morning reversed linchpins of the Bush administration’s war on terror.

He signed executive orders to shut down the Guantanamo Bay terrorist detention center within a year and to ban harsh interrogations — what critics say are tantamount to torture .

Obama signed the orders after meeting with 16 retired military officers, who he said pleaded with him to stand up for human rights and American values in combatting terrorism.

“They made an extraordinary impression on me,” said Obama, as they stood behind him and applauded.

After signing the orders, Obama said, “the message we are sending around the world is that the United States intends to prosecute the ongoing struggle against violence and terrorism, and we are going to do so vigilantly; we are going to do so effectively; and we are going to do so in a manner that is consistent with our values and our ideals.”

“We think that it is precisely our ideals that give us the strength and the moral high ground to be able to effectively deal with the unthinking violence that we see emanating from terrorist organizations around the world,” he said. “We intend to win this fight. We’re going to win it on our terms.”

I wish George W. Bush had issued the same executive orders two years earlier. I wish there were a group of in-Iraqi statesmen, real Willie Brandts, who had sought reconciliation or had even hammered out a revenue-sharing and peace agreement to bring real security to Iraq. I wish Guantanamo were still on track to be closed within the year.

We should take seriously Obama’s idea that this isn’t “a recognition of my own accomplishments, but rather as an affirmation of American leadership on behalf of aspirations held by people in all nations.” It’s not an award for Barack Obama, but for Obama’s transformation of the office of President of the United States.

But let’s be honest with ourselves here. This is about an American President reversing awful, inhumane, war-promoting policies that no American government should ever have allowed, let alone endorsed. We’re Kissinger, here, or Arafat: murderers, criminals, who have astonished the world by taking the tiniest steps in the opposite direction.

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Think big (and small) on health care
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Howard Dean sees the political (and immediate) benefits of a public-option-plus*:

{Dean} also warned that the public option may hurt Democrats politically next year. “If the Democrats want to hold on to their majority, you’re going to have a problem,” he said. That’s because the public option wouldn’t be up and running until 2013, long after the 2010 elections, meaning voters won’t really see any benefits until long after the election.

To address that problem, Dean said Democrats need to do something that will have tangible results by next summer. His proposal: opening up Medicare to people over the age of 50 so that a “certain mass” of people will already have benefited from health reform by the elections. “You need to have people sign up for this program by July 2010,” Dean said.

Why not make it kids and Medicaid instead? Under 13, or 18? If you lose your job, your kids don’t lose their health care. And if you have an employee base full of parents w/ lots of dependents, you just saved some money.

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Writing as real-time performance
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Consider a few things that are colliding, at this moment, in my brain.

Warm-up number one: The writer Michael C. Milligan is writing a novel in three days. Just as interestingly—maybe even more interestingly—Eli James over at Novelr is live-blogging the process. It starts on Tuesday.

Warm-up number two: If I get to $10,000 over at Kickstarter (I’m $76 away!) I’m going to write an entire short story on my flight to New York on Tuesday.

Warm-up number three: Alain de Botton as Heathrow’s writer-in-residence. You see him stalking the terminal, taking notes.

All together, these set up this sort of writing-as-performance vibe. The text alone is not the thing.

Now, here’s what’s really got me thinking: Google Wave has a playback feature. EtherPad‘s got it, too. This takes wiki-style document versioning a step further, or maybe a million steps further. It’s so much more granular! It goes keystroke by keystroke and attaches a time-stamp to each one. It records and recreates not just words and spaces, but confidence and hesitation.

So, skip past the obvious notion of playing back the creation of a standard short story or a novel. That’s fine; it makes me shiver, but it’s fine.

Think instead of a short story written with playback in mind. Written for playback. Typing speed and rhythm are part of the experience. Dramatic deletions are part of the story. The text at 2:20 tells you something about the text at 11:13, and vice versa. What appear at first to be tiny, tentative revisions turn out to be precisely-engineered signals. At 5:15 and paragraph five, the author switches a character’s gender, triggering a chain reaction of edits in the preceding grafs, some of which have interesting (and pre-planned?) side effects.

Talk about intertextuality.

I’m sure there are arty precedents (and if you know of any, I’d love to hear about them). But this feels like an interesting moment, simply because these are tools with (potentially) mass audiences. It’s possible that a lot of people are suddenly about to get a bit better at version-scrubbing, at understanding documents in time. And that means—maybe?—an audience for writing as real-time performance.

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BYO Remix
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1. Start this Delrious time-lapse video of clouds in San Francisco, then immediately pause it to let it buffer and lower the volume to mute. (Nothing against His Boy Elroy, who provides the original score. I actually used that music in a movie of my own once.)

2. Press play on this song from Jason Kanakis and His Coalition of the Unwilling.

3. Start the Delrious video. Full-screen it, if you swing that way.

Two great tastes that taste great together. Delrious discovered via Towleroad and Kanakis via Aurgasm.

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Building an industry
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Among the coolest perspectives I’ve gotten to observe while working for the Knight Foundation this summer have been those of the program directors. These are the folks who make grants in the Foundation’s 26 geographic communities across the US, each of whom is analogous to the primary grant officer of a local foundation.

They have a different angle from most other community leaders. Unlike heads of nonprofits or companies, their main responsibilities aren’t executive. Unlike politicians, they’re not really responsible for allocating a budget to satisfy various constituencies. Unlike VCs, they don’t seek ROI in money or influence. Instead, their mission is to find the most promising vectors for investment in a community – the individuals or organizations whom, if given a boost, might really begin boosting others – and fund them. Only they don’t just fund their grantees, they also advise them, cultivate them, promote them, and help them form key relationships. Most of the program director’s work actually isn’t about giving money, it’s about ensuring the money they give has a maximum impact.

This week, Knight announced a grant in Wichita, Kansas, that to my mind reflects the best sort of realization of this mission. An outsized component of Wichita’s economy has been aviation manufacturing, which can leave the city subject to cyclical downturns. So Wichita State University created the Center of Innovation for Biomaterials in Orthopedic Research to take the facilities and know-how spent on making plane parts out of composite materials and develop that expertise into making medical devices, a market which continues to consume an ever-growing slice of US GDP. Knight’s gift of $2.1 million will help this transformation along.

That’s the background. The interesting story is what Anne Corriston, Knight’s program director in Wichita, did to accomplish this grant:

Mike Good, a key project planner and the director of business operations at Via Christi Research, said Wichita owes a debt to Corriston, who persuaded her board to give Wichita the grant.

Good said Corriston spent months studying hundreds of pages of documents on the project. She even took a five-week class [!!!] offered at WSU’s National Institute for Aviation Research, offered to non-science people studying composites.

“She wrote a better analysis of our business plan than did the people we hired to write an analysis of our business plan,” Good said.

I just think this is awesome. I feel like I end up in a lot of meetings where an ambitious vision to accomplish real social change turns into a plan to, um, start a Ning network. It’s way too rare that someone says, “I want to transform my city, so I’m going to take a five-week course on aviation composites!”

And then there’s this other fantastic part of the work of someone like Anne – this years-long discipline of putting pieces into place until things start to fall together. If you look at most of the grants Anne has arranged in Wichita, they seem earnest and straightforward – grants to tutor kids at the local Boys and Girls Club in reading and the sciences, grants to put in place a comprehensive elementary-through-college science and engineering curriculum – but not revolutionary. It’s only when you start to connect the dots – a few more kids in physics class, a few of whom might try out engineering in college, a couple of whom might end up working for CIBOR – that the patient, year-by-year process of transformation begins to show itself.

And if you find that little bit of pattern recognition sweet, you might share my love for this little narrative detail Anne posted after the grant was announced:

I actually learned about composites when I was a kid, but didn’t know what I was learning. My dad built a sailplane in our garage while I was growing up. He bought plans and over a number of years, with help from his flying buddies, many of whom were engineers at Cessna and Beech, built the fuselage and wings.

He used fiberglass and epoxy glue to create part of the wings so they’d be lightweight. When the epoxy dried, the fiberglass was much more durable with the hardened resin on it. That’s composites.

Dad is 75 now and building another plane. This time it’s a Tailwind in their basement. And yes, he’s still making stuff out of composites. I wasn’t aware of it until I started telling my parents about the grant I’d been working on while having Sunday dinner with them. That’s when Dad went down to his basement and brought up a little part he’d made from carbon fiber and resin.

Dad’s hobby plane in the garage plants the seeds of a $2 million grant. A butterfly flaps its wings.

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Econ $1.01
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I always wonder what my outmoded taboos and curmudgeon-triggers will be. As I grow older, what paranoias or prejudices will make young folks roll their eyes the way I tend to roll mine at Nicholas Carr and Maggie Gallagher?

I might just have come across one. I was reading the latest Washington Monthly story roiling the blogosphere – College for $99 a Month. The story notes the arrival of super-cheap online intro courses students can take for college credit (the title’s not a hypothetical), positing that this heralds the beginning of the newspaper crisis era for academia.

I caught myself going into full-on curmudgeon mode – No online learning program can match a good, old-fashioned stint at a real college! Then I reflected on the fact that my undergrad experience – four years living on campus at a private college far from home – was already pretty specialized. Even more specialized than, for example, sitting down each morning to read your (shudder) printed newspaper.

I can imagine all sorts of ways in which cheap college can be a wonderful thing. But my curmudgeon reflex keeps tugging me back to the unintended consequences, the questions of what we’ll lose. So this is what it feels like.

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