Tag: Master of Arts in Rhetoric and Writing

Use Your Words

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9th May

For my last blog post of the academic year (I’ll be back this fall), I thought I’d provide some educational value to your valuable time.

By the time I joined the Master of Arts in Rhetoric and Writing Program in summer 2015, my vocabulary already had improved thanks to the godforsaken GRE requirement. I spent hours with flash cards so that I didn’t have a cursing and crying meltdown in the testing center. But when I actually began studying rhetoric, I realized I was still nothing but a hack, a bad writer with bad clichés and puns and a boatload of wretched hyperbole. It took some more time to get up to speed so that I could express myself somewhat articulately, so that I could hang. It also took a lot of painstaking notes and patience while pouring through books like … Read More »

Vernacular Violence

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26th March

About two months ago, my 6-year-old son suddenly, without explanation, started talking like a Minnesotan. He uses one key phrase.

“I have superhero powers, dontcha know.”

“Dontcha know, can we have donuts for dinner?”

“Mommy, dontcha know, my poop won’t go down the toilet!”

I did not know that, son. Thanks for the information. I’ll take care of that last issue, you betcha.

Sort of cute, right? But why is it cute? What if I had stated he’d begun to speak in African-American English instead? Chicano English? Chinglish?

Language is intensely personal. It’s a primary symbolic gesture for how we express ourselves. But it’s much more than that. It reflects heritage and identity. In many instances, according to prevailing lore, stereotypes, rumors and misinterpretation, it can also represent – often falsely – education level, criminal intent, socioeconomic status, personality, gender, religion and an entire spectrum of … Read More »

Digital Death, or Lack Thereof

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16th February

In a 2013 New York Times feature on Billy Crystal and the actor’s memoir, “Still Foolin’ Em: Where I’ve Been, Where I’m Going, and Where the Hell Are My Keys?,” reporter Dave Itzkoff details an awkward, but poignant moment during a public book reading. While relaying a passage from the chapter, “Buying the Plot,” which addresses mortality, Crystal made eye contact with his wife in the audience, got choked up and dropped the iPad he was reading from.

One need not have been present at Crystal’s book reading to at least be marginally impacted. Itzkoff’s sentimental prose captured the scene well, and served as a reminder of death’s inevitability.

Death, as it turns out, is not only one of the most compelling topics in any respect, but also happens to occupy an important space in rhetorical studies. Standing alongside ancient Greece’s original … Read More »

Unvirtuous Findlay: How My Unlikely Master’s Thesis Topic Found Me

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4th January

“Who wants to learn about prostitutes?” That’s the question I enthusiastically ask at the beginning of my presentation on the topic. From their reactions, I can immediately tell which audience members are likely to be interested in what I have to say. Regardless of whether they consider the theme distasteful, I at least have their attention.

Let’s get right to it: along with presenting to groups ranging from senior citizens to Hancock Leadership candidates, I’m writing about Findlay prostitutes for my master’s thesis, which I’ve tentatively titled “Unvirtuous Findlay.” Some rhetorical scholars write about pedagogical practices, some about government surveillance, some about methods of memorializing, and so on. I, for one, am researching a contingent of 19th century women who chose the sex trade as their profession.

You may be wondering why, and if so, I completely understand your confusion. When I … Read More »

Pipe Dreams and Racist Rhetoric

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27th September

I know the distinctive sound of my gurgling pipes, and I dread it. My plumbing stopped working several times until I finally spent thousands to remedy the problem. I realized I had been taking first world, water-related tasks for granted, such as showering and brushing my teeth anytime I felt like it.

It was therefore a relief to get back to my former rhetorically provoking self this summer without having to worry so much about things like whether my toilet would flush. In August I wrote a letter to the editor, published in the local newspaper, that labeled as racists those who fly the Confederate flag and venerate Confederate war “hero” monuments. The Charlotteseville debacle disgusted me, and I felt compelled to speak out. One of the expected responses was a defensive letter about “heritage.”

“I have to ask Ms. Brown, has … Read More »

Not Fade Away

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12th September

Galvanizing intellectual and emotional events have distinguished my graduate school experience thus far. I couldn’t wait to begin the University of Findlay’s Master of Arts in Rhetoric and Writing Program, but a year-and-a-half after I started, I almost dropped out – of everything.

How’s that for an introduction?

Hi! I’m pleased to “meet” you in this digital landscape of hypertextual dreamland. Since I’ll be blogging about my journey through the MARW Program, here are a few more tidbits about me:

I’m a juggler of time, feelings, writing projects, and devil sticks (the kind you saw people tossing around at Grateful Dead shows, three of which I attended way back in the 1990s). I’m also a single, 43-year-old mother with a full-time job as UFs media relations coordinator.

In summer 2015 I started chipping away at my advanced communication degree, one course at a time, … Read More »

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