Alan B. Howard, 1939-2024

That’s pretty much the Alan Howard I knew when I was a grad student at UVA in the 1980s. Not quite so grey when I took his course in pre-1865 American Literature in the fall of 1980, but about that grey by the time I left Charlottesville in 1988. It took me four more years to finish the dissertation–actually, it took me two years to start, then two years to finish–but I saw Alan several times in the interim, at least once or twice in the 1990s, and maybe once in the new century. Not enough, that’s for sure.

I had several vital professors during my graduate studies, among them Jim Nohrnberg, Wally Kerrigan, Walter Korte, Karen Chase, and Edgar Shannon, but the king of them all was Alan Howard. His obituary, even in a short space, gives you a pretty good idea of the man I knew, and for those of you who know me, it may give you a pretty good idea of why I loved him and indeed how much I owed him. I have known very few people who have the mixture of toughness to the point of sarcasm and also tenderness to the point of indulgence that Alan had. He was a great teacher, a great mentor, and to my endless delight, a great friend, though I fell out of touch with him somewhere around the early 2000s. I know I thanked him many times for all he gave me, but I’m not sure I ever thanked him properly, or at least to my satisfaction, which is probably the same thing.

Learning just yesterday of Alan’s passing from another great mentor and friend, Chip German, I looked around the Internet for anything I could find on Alan, particularly anything having to do with his Crossroads Project, an American-Studies-On-The-Web project he began in the very early days of the Web. I had followed the Crossroads Project at the outset and was fascinated by it. With my very limited knowledge of the Web at that time, I did my best to emulate aspects of the project on a course-by-course basis at Mary Washington College (later the University of Mary Washington). Probably the Stranded project (with Bill Kemp, oh my yes with Bill Kemp) was the closest I came at Mary Wash, but in truth much of my tinkering with the early Web was heavily influenced by Alan’s work. I was fortunate to send a student his way, Adriana Risetto (now Adriana Puckett), an early star in my MWC Milton seminar who then did great work for Alan and eventually became Deputy Executive Director of the Central Rappahannock Regional Library.

When I’d see Alan from time to time in the 1990s, I’d talk with him about Crossroads and how it was going. The server-side stuff was beyond my ken, but the ideas of hypertext, Web resource indices (what he called the Yellow Pages), web publishing, and the capacity of the Web for the formation of public intellectuals in the humanities were things I understood and wanted to explore in my own teaching.

So far as I can tell, the Crossroads Project ended in 2005, just about the time Web 2.0 was a-borning. Crossroads itself was very much Web 1.0, and its list of search engines is a fascinating reminder of pre-Google searching on the Web. Yet that 1.0 design, with all its limitations, had some hidden strengths. The Web has always been a read-write web, but Web 1.0 made the writing more effortful and lent it more friction and resistance. That wasn’t always much fun–hand-coding HTML was tedious, and anyone who ever tried to use Dreamweaver or other web-authoring environments would be glad for the authoring environment I’m working in right now (WordPress). But it did confer a certain dignity on the effortful writing, and build strength with ample opportunities for what Alan Jacobs calls hypomone and resistance, along with what I have come to call latency:

                                            Suppose some day
You should take courage and compose a lay,
Entrust it first to Mæcius’ critic ears,
Your sire’s and mine, and keep it back nine years.
What’s kept at home you cancel by a stroke:
What’s sent abroad you never can revoke.

Web 1.0, and even Web 2.0 instances like blogging, require a certain commitment that has vanished in the upholstered ease of app life–app life that’s also surveillance life and, now, the dopesick life of algorithmic rage-and-pleasure. The Web publishing I and many others have tried to integrate into courses and curricula has become steadily more elusive and the efforts ever more futile in a Tik-Tok / OnlyFans swipe-left-or-right era. Plus, faculty never took to the idea of blogging in any major way, though a few faculty, very few, did take it up and indeed continue to do it.

But when the Web arrived, Alan instinctively knew what might be possible, and he took occasion by the forelock and built something tremendous. I wish UVA had archived the site using the Internet Archive’s “living archive” affordance. (We almost did this with The Great VCU Bike Race Book, but I was fired before we could set up the contract.) But the Internet Archive preserves much of the Crossroads Project work now, majestic though in ruins. (God bless the Internet Archive.)

One thing that survives intact, however, is the article I’ve pasted in below. It’s an astonishing article, a manifesto really, and a vivid, startling example of just how deeply I was influenced by Alan’s view of education, learning, and the Web. Truly, as I read this piece today, I was left breathless with admiration. If you know me or any of the things I’ve talked about and tried to do over the years, you’ll probably be gobsmacked too. Alan wanted real school and, as you’ll see below, couldn’t find it consistently in business as usual at UVA.

Now read the words of this prophet, words written for a Web that still exists, if just barely; the words of a prophet who changed my life dramatically for the better, a brilliant visionary I would eventually call friend, my teacher Alan B. Howard.


November/December 2000 // Case Studies
Interdisciplinary Studies and New Technologies: A Case Study
by Alan B. Howard
Note: This article was originally published in The Technology Source (http://ts.mivu.org/) as: Alan B. Howard “Interdisciplinary Studies and New Technologies: A Case Study” The Technology Source, November/December 2000. Originally available online at http://ts.mivu.org/default.asp?show=article&id=1034. I claim fair use for this reprint on my blog.

The initial impetus for the American Studies M.A. program at the University of Virginia was threefold. First, in 1994 the English Department had reached a critical juncture in its graduate program: it had passed from unwittingly accumulating the world’s largest stock of unemployed Ph.D.s and ABDs and had become a knowing producer of unemployable graduate students in English. Unable to accept the existence of what one of my colleagues termed the “recreational Ph.D.,” I determined to create a terminal M.A. that would re-tool bright and capable students for productive work outside the academy.

Second, I saw a larger trend in which “education” was leaking out of colleges and universities, being taken up by a mix of traditional (libraries and museums) and non-traditional institutions (centers, proprietary universities, amateur historians). This was happening because the new technologies permitted it, because the humanities had—by their resistance to public accountability and their inability to articulate the social value of their enterprise through presenting the undergraduate and graduate curricula as anything more than the means to produce even more unemployable academics, and by their inability to engage in meaningful examination and reform of themselves—defaulted on their traditional obligations and filed for bankruptcy.

Third, the new technologies just coming online in 1994 held remarkable promise for interdisciplinary fields and especially for American Studies. In their scale/complexity and in their multimedia capacity, they offered the means by which genuine multidisciplinary work could be pursued. They offered tools for constructing the more sophisticated models of cultural process that were emerging. They suggested a way past the post-structural theory and identity politics that had come to dominate interdisciplinary studies. And, in their ability to integrate various and dissimilar kinds of “cultural texts,” not only the print that is our traditional subject and medium but also the images, objects, and events about which Americanists often attempt to speak, they seemed to provide a platform through which genuinely sophisticated cross-disciplinary work could be done.

Since my objective was to prepare students for work outside the university—at best along its periphery—I looked into what people in higher education, corporations, and the public sector were saying about their needs. I found a remarkable degree of agreement. They wanted employees who had all the things that a classic liberal arts curriculum claims to provide: the ability to think critically and analytically, the ability to be articulate in writing and in speech, and the ability to make informed and subtle judgments. They also wanted people who could work in groups, who could carry out projects efficiently and on schedule, who could “think outside the boxes,” and who could bring imagination and intellectual daring to an enterprise. And they wanted people who were literate in the new technologies, who had both practical experience and a theoretical understanding of the technologies that were transforming the workplace and the culture as a whole.

Curriculum Design

The initial program design, then, was an attempt to create a curriculum that would build on the traditional objectives and methods of the humanities but add to them active, collaborative, and reality-based work. The intention was to transform students from passive consumers of information into active producers of knowledge. At the very beginning, I informed the first group of students that they had not actually enrolled in a program—the program did not yet exist—but had instead signed on to build that program. They would certainly hear and read about American Studies, but more importantly, they were going to “do” American Studies. I wanted to collapse the distinctions between teaching and learning, research and teaching. I wanted them to have a sense that their work mattered in the larger public sphere, to challenge them to do work that would not end up in someone’s wastebasket at the end of the term but would be pushed out into the street to be tested and used by a wider audience.

On its face, the curriculum was not significantly different from any master’s level program in the country—core seminars and seven courses inside and outside the English department. What was different was the approach: I asked the students three simple questions: Where do you think you’re going next? What knowledge and skills do you need to acquire before you get there? What synergies are available between this course and what you already know, between this course and the courses you’re going to take at the same time, between this course and the work you’re doing in the American Studies seminar for the term? American Studies students explore art history and architectural history, sociology and economics and history, government, and even education and law. What holds this universe of individual choices together is the American Studies seminar sequence and the thesis seminar. These seminars are designed to provide students with the opportunity and means to weld a variety of subjects into some sort of whole, to share their new-found expertise with others in the class (learning by teaching others), and to apply that expertise to electronic projects that are then published on the Web.

The curriculum, then, aspires to be, more than an accumulation of credit hours, an integrated and integrative educational process. The program begins with an introduction to research methods course that trains students to work in the library and to do electronic research, which I initiate by assigning each student to be the editor of one segment of the Yellow Pages. Next, students are introduced to scanning, optical character recognition systems, and basic HTML tagging and are assigned short texts—articles, short stories, pieces of longer works that are in production—to put online; in the process, they internalize the above-mentioned skills by applying them. Over time, this has yielded much of the reading material done in both graduate and undergraduate American Studies courses; at this point, about 40-50% of any syllabus is accessible online. Next, students are trained in Photoshop and given instruction on the use of images on the Web. Improving visual literacy is a major challenge that is developed gradually through the program.

This year’s class was given the task of mounting an exhibit on Fortune magazine covers from the 1930s, an exercise in image manipulation and visual literacy as well as a study of the ways in which the Depression was inflected and refracted by this publication. By the second half of the semester, students were asked to create a small hypertext project that integrated all that they had learned to that point. Initially, the projects focused on Smith’s Virgin Land and aimed to elaborate on his argument by providing extended information and analysis that Smith’s publisher could not afford to include in the printed text, or by providing material that Smith did not see, consider important, or understand. This year’s class has begun building a similar site based on Alan Trachtenberg’s The Incorporation of America; they’ve digitized the full text, written a synoptic version for distribution outside the UVA campus, and created the first generation of satellite projects for the core text.

The second semester seminar, ENAM 803, is given over to designing, constructing, or amplifying a much larger group project. The first of these was The Capitol Project, begun in 1995; currently we are working on The 1930s, a site begun last year, which is being extended by this year’s class. The first task last year was to focus the site conceptually, to design its gross architecture, and to create the first generation of projects. The task for this year was to extend the site by looking at the mass mediation of culture in the period by film, radio, photography, and mass circulation print. To do this, we had to add audio and video to our skills base and acquire some models for interpreting the cultural effects of mass media. Students were asked to select “iconic moments” from comics and cartoons, radio programs, films, and documentary photography from the period and to learn how to create sound and video files for their distribution. The result was an exhibition tentatively called “seascapes/soundscapes,” a display space where, over time, we will try to create a kind of taxonomy of mediated culture in the period.

At this point in the semester, students are in the initial design phase of their larger projects for the semester. Last semester, the projects included analyses of Hoover Dam, the invention of country music, Vanity Fair magazine, the Chrysler Building, Charlie Chaplin, Gone With the Wind, and Absalom, Absalom; a comparison of the Depression in the United States and that in Europe; and a comparison of two of Pare Lorenz’s documentary films, The Plow that Broke the Plains and The River. As part of this year’s process, students are being asked to critique last year’s projects and to offer re-designs for them. At the same time, they’re forming their own projects, which include “Amos ‘n Andy go to Market,” “The 1933 Chicago Century of Progress Exposition,” “Graphic Design in the 30s,” “The National Park Service and the Reconstruction of American Landscape,” and “Woody Guthrie and the Folk.” Also in the spring term, I organized the students as a virtual Web design and development firm. Each student has assumed the role and responsibilities of a particular job area: technical support, project management, professional development, marketing, editing, or placement. They will have those jobs throughout the semester, then assume different ones the next.

The third semester is devoted to the master’s thesis. This is a summative exercise, a full demonstration of the knowledge and skills acquired in the program. I compare the students’ task to that of 18th century cabinetmakers who built scale models of their work to show around the countryside. Their job is to create in miniature a comprehensive demonstration of actual competencies. After the project has been built, each student will sit for an examination by two professors, myself and someone from English or another department. I’ve shamelessly used this as an opportunity to educate my colleagues about humanities computing and to seek out alliances around the university as well as to provide students the challenge of explaining their work to people who are not computer literate.

Throughout their tenure in the program, students are encouraged to work part-time at relevant jobs, on campus at places like the Electronic Text Center and The Institute for Advanced Technology in the Humanities or off campus at private firms. Periodically, work-study students build sites for non-profit organizations and for my colleagues. In short, wherever possible, I find ways to integrate the mundane business of paying the bills with experiences that enhance their training and fatten their portfolios.

Results

The results produced by the program can, in one sense, be measured by a thoughtful exploration of AS@UVA, the Web site for the program. After four years of work, the site presents four major components. First, The Yellow Pages for American Studies, a selective, annotated directory of the best electronic resources for students and teachers in the field. Second, The Museum for American Studies, a series of museum-like multimedia exhibitions on topics ranging from the art of Grant Wood to the New York World’s Fair of 1939-40 to the nature illustrations of Alexander Wilson’s American Ornithology. Third, the largest and most fully developed section of the site, Hypertexts, a collection of some 50 electronic texts in American Studies, either “classics” like DeTocqueville’s Democracy in America and Henry Nash Smith’s Virgin Land: The West as Symbol and Myth, or “lost” texts, once powerful works like Gilbert Seldes’ The Seven Lively Arts or Herman Melville’s The Confidence Man, books that, for various reasons, have disappeared from view and consideration. Fourth, The Capitol, introduced as “an infinitely extensible exploration of the National Capitol as an American icon—cathedral of our national faith, the map of our public memory, and the monument to our official culture.” What will be the fifth major component is The 1930s, an effort begun last year to explore and re-present the most academically unfashionable decade in American Studies circles—and arguably the most important one for an understanding of modern America.

All of this is, in a superficial sense, what the American Studies Master’s Program has accomplished in its short history. The site has won numerous awards; it is linked to by more than 10,000 other sites; it now attracts about 80,000 hits per day, primarily from teachers and students. And all of this at minimal cost to the University. But, as I’ve already said, this is really no more than the by-product of the more important educational process. To assess the value of that process, you will have to speak with the students themselves. In general, they’ve gone to places they could not otherwise have gone to, taken jobs that are more responsible and interesting—at better pay—than they could have otherwise, and are moving up in their organizations. Some few have gone on to graduate programs in American Studies or English, but the majority have gone to work for public or corporate information providers, including PBS, Microsoft, Educorp, Maryland Public Television, the Kennedy Center, the Smithsonian Institute, Washington and Lee University, the University of Alabama, Teach for America, Sacred Places, and NetBeans.

The Future

We have begun to implement many of the curricular structures and objectives described here in our two-year undergraduate program and, with some modest tweaking, they promise to work just as well at that level. In addition, we are, in effect, exporting this model to other interdisciplinary programs here, particularly a new Media Studies Program that will come online in 2002-03. Finally, we are actively looking for partners at other institutions in American Studies or other interdisciplinary programs with whom we might design collaborative, trans-institutional courses.

Gardo learns about sprawl

I love this: “the rococo of being your own still centre.”

Les Murray, “The Quality of Sprawl”

Sprawl is the quality
of the man who cut down his Rolls-Royce
into a farm utility truck, and sprawl
is what the company lacked when it made repeated efforts
to buy the vehicle back and repair its image.

Sprawl is doing your farm work by aeroplane, roughly,
or driving a hitchhiker that extra hundred miles home.
It is the rococo of being your own still centre.
It is never lighting cigars with ten dollar notes:
that’s idiot ostentation and murder of starving people.
Nor can it be bought with the ash of million dollar deeds.

Sprawl lengthens the legs; it trains greyhounds on liver and beer.
Sprawl almost never says, Why not?, with palms comically raised
nor can it be dressed for, not even in running shoes worn
with mink and a nose ring. That is Society. That’s Style.
Sprawl is more like the thirteenth banana in a dozen
or anyway the fourteenth.

Sprawl is Hank Stamper in Never Give an Inch
bisecting an obstructive official’s desk with a chain saw.
Not harming the official. Sprawl is never brutal,
though it’s often intransigent. Sprawl is never Simon de Montfort
at a town-storming: Kill them all! God will know His own.
Knowing the man’s name this was said to might be sprawl.

Sprawl occurs in art. The fifteenth to twenty-first
lines in a sonnet, for example. And in certain paintings.
I have sprawl enough to have forgotten which paintings.
Turner’s glorious Burning of the Houses of Parliament
comes to mind, a doubling bannered triumph of sprawl –
except he didn’t fire them.

Sprawl gets up the noses of many kinds of people
(every kind that comes in kinds) whose futures don’t include it.
Some decry it as criminal presumption, silken-robed Pope Alexander
dividing the new world between Spain and Portugal.
If he smiled in petto afterwards, perhaps the thing did have sprawl.

Sprawl is really classless, though. It is John Christopher Frederick Murray
asleep in his neighbours’ best bed in spurs and oilskins,
but not having thrown up:
sprawl is never Calum, who, in the loud hallway of our house
reinvented the Festoon. Rather
it’s Beatrice Miles going twelve hundred ditto in a taxi,
No Lewd Advances, no Hitting Animals, no Speeding,
on the proceeds of her two-bob-a-sonnet Shakespeare readings.
An image of my country. And would that it were more so.

No, sprawl is full gloss murals on a council-house wall.
Sprawl leans on things. It is loose-limbed in its mind.
Reprimanded and dismissed,
it listens with a grin and one boot up on the rail
of possibility. It may have to leave the Earth.
Being roughly Christian, it scratches the other cheek
And thinks it unlikely. Though people have been shot for sprawl.

 

I understand Les Murray was the most famous poet in Australia for many years. While I’m sorry I didn’t know about him until recently, I’m glad I lived to learn. The poem reminds me of Whitman, but with less self-regard; perhaps more like Marianne Moore with her wry explorations and poignant celebrations.

I learned about this poet, this poem, and this concept from Alan Jacobs’ blog The Homebound Symphony. I am learning a great deal from this blog; the binge continues.

 

What I blogged about tomorrow

In the comments of my blog post yesterday, my first post in many months, Alan Levine waggishly (heh) asked Andy Rush what he thought I’d blog about tomorrow. Now it’s tomorrow, since it’s today, and a yesterday-in-the-making (just you wait and see), so time for two subjects:

1. For the first time in years, I’ve got an RSS reader up and running. My first subscriptions in this new reader (Unread, for the iPhone), are to blogs by Alan Levine, Andy Rush, John Naughton, and Alan Jacobs.

Alan Levine, because he’s been encouraging me with infinite tender assurances that it would be great for me to blog more, and because his blog is An Example To Us All and a Blog For All Seasons and the Eighth Wonder Of The Modern World (postmodernists don’t blog, as blogs imply a Grand Narrative, which postmoddies reject–that’s my story, anyway).

Andy Rush, because he’s a life member of the DTLT Dream Team. and because his blog brings those heady days right up to the present and is thus a reminder of glory days and a reminder that those days ain’t over until they’re over–and besides, I’m the one who asked him to blog in the first place, and look what a poor example I set these days (but the spirits have done their work in one night and I resolve to buy huge turkeys for everyone this holiday season).

John Naughton, because his two lovely books on the digital age are high on my personal list of Best Internet Books Ever, and because his blog is called Memex 1.1 and how cool is that, and all of this despite the fact he never answered my invitation to be part of the Framework Project (restarting soon) but I’m not bitter.

And Alan Jacobs, because I’ve twice just missed knowing him, first in the early 80s when we were both in grad school at UVA and again in 2013 when he joined the Honors College at Baylor about two years after I’d left Baylor for Virginia Tech, and because I discovered his blog a few weeks ago and have been bingeing on it ever since. Should I write him and tell him? Will he see a pingback? He doesn’t allow comments on his posts, probably a wise decision, but not one I’m sure I can emulate because I do love a good comment meetup (see above). And what a binge it has been! Truly an extraordinary discovery, and an uncanny journey through a fascinating life-and-times in reverse chronological order. Indeed, it’s quite interesting to go back in time that way and see outcomes before origins, but that process does rather resemble the way life itself operates: I see the here-and-now, or think I do, but I have to dig, remember, research, reconstruct the origins, or at least plausible origins, in a process of retrospecting with integrity. Anyway, I’ve learned a great deal from “The Homebound Symphony,” experienced much fellow-feeling, and find his excellent prose to be a) unusual for an academic and b) very much to my liking, for that very reason, among others.

I believe I’ll be adding more feeds, judiciously, as time goes on.

2. I am reliably informed that today (see above) is International Beatles Day, or Global Beatles Day (GBD), depending I guess on whether you live in the US or in Great Britain–it’s GBD on thebeatles.com. June 25 is the anniversary of the Beatles’ “One World” satellite broadcast of “All You Need Is Love.” I’m not a huge fan of that song, and not just because “it’s easy!” is really not at all true, now is it? In fact, “All You Need Is Love” is kind of a proto-“Imagine,” another anthem I enjoy less and less as time goes on. I am, however, a huge fan, yes a “superfan,” of The Beatles, so GBD or IBD, it’s a day worth celebrating because they’re a band worth celebrating–every day, in fact.

And those were a few of my favorite things that I blogged about tomorrow.

Toodle-oo.

Two Real Wikipedians (and a fake one)

This is a story of two real Wikipedians: myself, and a real live non-automated Wikipedia conflict of interest volunteer response team member with the username “331dot.” It’s also the story of a fake Wikipedian who recently tried to scam me with the promise of a Wikipedia article. The fake Wikipedian used some clever tricks, though the biggest trick of all was to play on the intellectual vanity of an academic, an oldie but truly a goodie.

I tell the story to warn fellow academic egotists about the scam, yes, but also to illustrate some truths about Wikipedia I wish were more widely known. Most of all, I tell the story to express my deep gratitude to 331dot and to the conflict of interest volunteer response team on which 331dot serves.

The story begins with an email I received on March 12, 2026:

Dear Professor Campbell

I hope this note finds you well. I am writing because I came across your distinguished career in educational innovation and technology, including your leadership as *Vice Provost for Learning Innovation and Student Success at Virginia Commonwealth University* and senior roles at *Virginia Tech, Baylor University, and other institutions*. Your work in *teaching and learning technologies*, along with *international keynotes, advisory board service for organizations like the New Media Consortium and EDUCAUSE, and recognition as one of the “Top 50 Innovators in Education in 2012”*, reflects a significant academic and scholarly impact beyond internal university listings.

I wanted to ask if you would be interested in having a Wikipedia page summarizing your career and contributions, drafted using publicly available sources.

Thank you for considering this, and I would be glad to provide more information if you are interested.

Best regards,
Matthew Lewis
Wikipedia Editor

I will confess to a real endorphin rush, a high that unfortunately lasted only a second or two, the time it took to come to my senses.

Why was my high so brief? Because I’ve worked in and with Wikipedia for over twenty years and I know something about the platform and its culture. I’ve worked with Wiki Education to help my students work effectively in Wikipedia and thus gain expertise in research while contributing to the public good, pedagogical goals complicated by the rise of AI, but that’s another story. I’m also well aware of the notability requirement for articles, especially biographical articles.

I also know there’s no such title as “Wikipedia Editor,” unless it means “anyone who’s edited a Wikipedia article,” in which case I have that title, many of my students have that title, millions of human beings have that title, etc.

So the scammer has made two typically safe assumptions here: professors are reliably vulnerable to intellectual and professional flattery, and professors don’t know much about Wikipedia. (If there’s a third assumption, it might be that even though professors publicly dismiss Wikipedia, privately they’d love to see themselves profiled there.)

Now that the blush of pleasant self-regard had passed, I thought it might be interesting to try a trick of my own, borrowed from friends who’d perfected the art of chatting with spam callers until the exasperated spammers hung up. Why not ask “Editor Lewis” some questions that would make me look discerning while giving him the opportunity to dig himself in deeper? And, next day, that’s what I did:

Dear Mr. Lewis,

Thank you for your email and flattering inquiry. Since you have offered to provide more information, would you please let me know your Wikipedia username and provide some examples of your editing work for Wikipedia?

With thanks,
Gardner Campbell

But this was not quite the clever trick I had imagined, as “Editor Lewis” had a response ready for deployment, one I received very quickly:

Dear Gardner,

Thank you for your thoughtful message.

Regarding your question about a Wikipedia username, editors who work on biographical entries often do not maintain a single publicly identifiable account connected to their professional work. Wikipedia is designed to be a *neutral, non-promotional platform*, and to preserve that neutrality many editors intentionally avoid maintaining public records that link their editorial work to a personal or commercial identity.

Because of this, the focus of my work is primarily on the *research, structuring, and drafting of the article according to Wikipedia’s sourcing and neutrality guidelines*, rather than maintaining a public editing profile.

However, I would be happy to share *examples of Wikipedia pages I have recently worked on* so you can see the type of structure and sourcing used in academic biographies:

Stephen C. Stearns https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_C._Stearns

Patrick D. Barnes https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_D._Barnes

Peter Abell https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Abell

If you would like, I can also explain the process I follow for preparing an article and what information would be helpful to begin.

With best regards,
Matthew Lewis
Wikipedia Editor

So much BS in one unctuous reply! Suddenly “Matthew” and I are chums on a first-name basis. My message is “thoughtful” and ol’ Matt is sure grateful. Best of all, Matt doesn’t have a username on his edits because, he says, that would be against Wikipedia’s neutrality guidelines. This is a superficially plausible argument that is laughable to anyone who’s ever actually edited Wikipedia and understands that usernames come with registered accounts and registered accounts are there for accountability that supports Wikipedia’s neutrality guidelines. In fact, for many controversial or potentially controversial articles (including BLPs, “biographies of living persons”), a registered account and username are required to be able to edit such articles.

Since Matt (may I call you Matt?) has no username for his biographical editing work, I also, and conveniently for him, have no way to see what he has contributed (if anything) to the three biographies he linked to. I can, however, see that these are truly notable academics, a fact that I’m sure Matt hoped would continue to flatter me by demonstrating his high esteem for my work. What good company I’d be in!

The schmooze continues, with an “if you would like” that leads me to the next step, an explanation of his process and the information he’d find helpful to begin. I can only imagine that the “explanation” would have included the first awkward, embarrassed, modestly head-ducking mention of some payment he’d require. Also, the mention of “helpful information” was a bright red flag, given his earlier assurance that everything he needed was publicly available. But hey, he sends his best regards.

Enough of waltzing with Matthew. At this point I’m getting fed up with the Eddie Haskell strategies (actually more like restaurant servers complimenting me on my menu choices) as well as my own assumptions about my cleverness. So I googled some keywords from the scam emails and quickly found all my suspicions confirmed … on a Wikipedia page: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Scam_warning. Thankfully, I had not shared my Wikipedia password with dear Matthew, nor had I clicked on any links (besides the article links, which fortunately  were real) or opened any files he’d sent me. Following the Wikipedia page’s instructions, I reported the scam.

As you will see from the email thread below, this “offer” is almost certainly a scam. I have edited Wikipedia for many years, and I know very well there is no professional title of “Wikipedia Editor,” nor is there any conflict between having a public username (i.e., an account on Wikipedia) and Wikipedia’s policies on sourcing and neutrality.

My strong hunch is that, were I to continue the correspondence with “Matthew Lewis,” I would soon be told of the fee he charges for his “professional work.”

Academic vanity is usually a sure bet, but in this case I am an academic familiar enough with Wikipedia to smell a rat.

With all best wishes,
Gardner Campbell

Having made many scam reports on other platforms, usually exercises in futility (I’m looking at you, Facebook), I expected at best an automated reply, or more likely, no response at all. Instead, to my wonder and delight, I heard from a real, live Wikipedian, one who’s volunteered time and energy not only to policing these scams but also to responding to people who report these scams–and responding in ways that were truly helpful and encouraging (i.e., without a salutation of “dear professor fool”):

Dear Gardner Campbell,

Thank you for reporting this. There are many paid editing companies out there that look through recently-declined drafts, or contact people with public careers and contact information (like professors or academics) to send this kind of solicitation. Very few of them comply with Wikipedia’s paid-editing policies, most are outright scams, and none are endorsed by Wikipedia, no matter what they may say. Feel free to ignore future emails like this, and we recommend marking them as spam.

As you seem to be aware, there is no way to know if the work they offered as examples of their work is actually by them.  Their response to your inquiry about their account made me laugh.  They don’t use a single account so they can edit and abandon the account before they are questioned about being a paid editor. It’s not promoting themselves to admit to being a paid editor- it’s a Terms of Use requirement for editing Wikipedia.  They don’t want any stigma even though as long as they disclose paid editing, there is no issue.

As you also seem to be aware, you should stop communicating with this person.

Sincerely,
331dot
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In a word: wow.

331dot writes beautifully, treats me with respect (probably more than I deserve in this case!), and teaches me things I didn’t know. I had no idea there was a paid-editor policy or that solicitations like these were so widespread (or where the fish were most likely to bite). I didn’t know there was a conflict of interest volunteer-response team for Wikipedia. And looking at 331dot’s User Page on Wikipedia, I learned of a volunteer whose work is committed, effective, and well-respected by fellow Wikipedians. Best of all, I could tell the email was not simply a form letter (or AI-slop) because of a refreshingly human sentence that has made me a 331dot fan-for-life: “Their response to your inquiry about their account made me laugh.”

Does anybody remember laughter?

Retiring

Today is my last day of work as associate professor of English at Virginia Commonwealth University. Although my official date of separation from employment by the Commonwealth of Virginia is September 1, today is my Rikki Lee Jones Day, i.e., “is this the Real End?” Yes it is.

I started school in Mrs. Wills’ first grade class in the fall of 1963. I’ve been in school for sixty-one of the sixty-two years since that fateful first matriculation. Primary school student, secondary school student, undergraduate student, graduate student, graduate teaching assistant, visiting instructor, assistant professor, associate professor (first tenure: 1998), professor, associate professor (from teaching institution to research institution), and after today, retired faculty. Sixty-one years of of first being in school then, in the fullness of time, being school.

That missing year was the year I worked full-time as a radio announcer (what we used to call a disc jockey) at WFVA AM/FM, Fredericksburg, Virginia. Another story for another time, perhaps.

While I was not surprised to find myself in graduate school, I confess I was quite surprised to find that I not only greatly enjoyed teaching but was actually pretty good at it, if student testimony can be believed. I was told teachers needed the gift of patience, a gift I do not have, so I never really considered I’d end up in the classroom as well as the library, or lab, or some kind of school-adjacent location. But if I go back to that first discussion-group-leader experience in grad school, I’ve been teaching since the spring of 1981, with a hiatus from 1988-1990 while I worked to put my wife through library school–a welcome respite from my near-crippling dissertation anxiety.

In the fall of 1990, at last embarked upon serious, sustained dissertation-writing, I got a gig as a visiting instructor of English at the University of Richmond. Two years later my wife and our toddler moved to San Diego for my first tenure-track job as an assistant professor of English at the University of San Diego. In 1994 we returned to Virginia for my job (same rank and role) at Mary Washington College. Aside from one brief and unhappy interlude in the fall of 2006 when I gave up faculty status to lead a teaching-learning technology center, I was at Mary Wash until 2008. Then on to Baylor University for 2 1/2 years, then to Virginia Tech for 2 1/2 years, then in 2013 to my appointment as associate professor of English and vice-provost for learning innovation and student success at VCU. The administrative role ended in April, 2016 and I’ve been full-time in the English department here since then. One day perhaps I will write my memoir, Professor: A Life In Higher Education. Or maybe I’ll just blog it all here. Or both.

I’ve saved a lot of things from that sixty-one year run. Well, my mother saved most of the early stuff, until I left home for college. I saved the undergraduate and graduate work I was most proud of. I saved all my graduate school notebooks (some of my undergrad notebooks too, I think–I haven’t cataloged everything). There are some things that saw print and I have copies of those of course. I have some presentations up on YouTube. And I saved most, perhaps all, of students’ evaluation of my teaching.

Here today, at one of the Real Ends, I record for posterity one of the earliest evaluations I received as a full-time faculty member. It’s from that first gig, the one at the University of Richmond. It’s not dated, but I believe it’s from that first semester of full-time teaching, in the fall of 1990.

The page is torn from a spiral-bound notebook and folded in half. On the outside, in large capital letters, the student, obviously concerned that the words not affect any grading, wrote DO NOT OPEN ‘TIS CHRISTMAS(Editing is hard: I’d read TILL until just now.) Inside, the student wrote the following (note: English 251 was a one-semester survey of British Literature from Beowulf to Swift, or thereabouts):

Evaluation      English 251     Campbell

Brit Lit was really good. I learned alot.

I came to the class with no expectations. I was not disappointed.

Seriously, folks, 251 was one of the best classes I’ve had in my three years at UR. Campbell was amazing – it was like being taught by a whirlwind. He was gushing with energy, so mixing the metaphor, he was like a lawn sprinkler gone mad. Together with Rilling in the history department. Campbell was the best teacher I’ve ever had. He had the material cold, could think on his feet, and always was accepting of student input. This last attribute is important, for crushing a student causes all the others to clam up, ending debate.

If I could change the class, I’d get more discussion, as good as the lecture was. Also, my penmanship didn’t improve much during 251.

Anyway, thanks. Good class.

That’s obviously the kind of encouragement any teacher would love to get, especially from a student. At the same time, I can assure you that I have received student evaluations on the other end of the spectrum, some of them diagnosing my numerous shortcomings quite accurately. And of course sometimes there’s just a bad mismatch between teacher and student. Not every student responds well to whirlwinds or lawn sprinklers gone mad.

That said, I’ve always thought that the student at UR described my classroom temperament quite well and identified the strengths I wanted to have and hoped I might. (The student was also probably right that I needed to speak a little less. I’m not sure I improved much in that regard, alas.) In the thirty-five years since I taught that class, even at my lowest points I kept trying to improve my mastery of the material, to think on my feet more beneficially as I responded to student input, and turn my gushing energy into a shared experience of joy that would lift the classes’ spirits no matter what they thought about me or the course. School at its best was always a place of great joy for me and sharing that joy was always essential to my vocation as a professor.

Sometimes over the years I’d be asked about my teaching philosophy. I’d usually respond by quoting a line from Citizen Kane. Kane’s guardian asks him, “what do you know about running a newspaper?” Kane responds, “I don’t know anything about running a newspaper. I just try everything I can think of.” The answer is a little disingenuous: Kane clearly knew something about running a newspaper, and I think I retire knowing something about teaching. But trying everything I could think of seems a just description of how I made my way through this essential part of my life’s work.

My thanks to my family for loving and supporting this whirlwind, my colleagues for at least tolerating it, and my students for constantly inspiring me to think of new things to try. Adieu!

Summer 2007, Combs 103, at the University of Mary Washington

Postscript: courses taught

Graduate Courses

Virginia Commonwealth University: Form and Theory of Poetry; Studies in British Literature (Milton), Intertextuality. MA directed studies in weird fiction, Milton studies; directed study in form and theory of poetry; MATX Ph.D. directed study in film adaptations of Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House

Virginia Tech: Cognition, Learning, and the Internet (cross-listed with Honors).

Undergraduate Courses

Upper Level (300-400 or equivalent)

Virginia Commonwealth University: Milton (ENGL 403), Form and Theory of Poetry (ENGL 445), Mythology and Folklore (ENGL/ANTH 364), Senior Seminar: Errol Morris (ENGL 499), Early Modern Literature (ENGL 325), The Rise of Social Media (ENGL 391. AMST 391, NEXT 383), Fiction into Film (ENGL 385), ENGL 411: Spenser’s Faerie Queene.

Virginia Tech: Cognition, Learning, and the Internet (cross-listed as a graduate course, GRAD 5984); From Memex to YouTube: Introduction to New Media Studies (Honors Colloquium).

Baylor University: The Art of Film /Film, Text, and Culture.

Mary Washington College/University of Mary Washington:  From Memex to YouTube: Introduction to New Media Studies; Milton (seminar); Studies in Poetry (seminar); John Donne (seminar); Renaissance and Baroque Literature; Sixteenth-Century British Literature; Seventeenth-Century British Literature; Film, Text, and Culture; Shakespeare’s Early Plays; Shakespeare’s Late Plays; British Literature to 1800; individual study projects in digital film production and editing, Milton, Donne, Atom Egoyan, Stanley Kubrick, Alfred Hitchcock and “neo-Hitchcockians,” Internet Writing, Screenwriting, and Film Editing: Theory and Practice.

Advanced Studies In England (Bath, UK): “The Lives, Times, and Works of Alfred Hitchcock and Stanley Kubrick” (2000); “Rock/Soul/Progressive: Transatlantic Currents in Popular Music, 1955-present” (2003).

University of San Diego: Milton, Survey of Shakespeare, Sixteenth-Century Studies, Seventeenth-Century Studies.

Lower Level (100-200 or equivalent)

Virginia Commonwealth University: Inquiry and the Craft of Argument (UNIV 200: special digital engagement pilot titled “Living the Dreams: Digital Investigation and Unfettered Minds”), Reading Film (ENGL 250), British Literature to 1800 (ENGL 203).

Baylor University: From Memex to YouTube: Introduction to New Media Studies (First-Year Honors Seminar).

Mary Washington College/University of Mary Washington:  Introduction to Literary Studies; Introduction to Poetry; Introduction to Film Studies; Narrative Form in Fiction and Film; Global Issues in Literature–International Science Fiction; The Art of Literature; Myth in Literature; Literature in Performance; Writing Workshop; Rock/Soul/Progressive: Transatlantic Crossings in Popular Music 1955-Present.

University of San Diego: American Fiction and Film; Freshman Composition; Poetry; British Literature to 1800.

University of Richmond: Introduction to Film; British Literature to 1800; Freshman Composition.

Smithsonian Institution Continuing Education Program

“The Literary Face of Evil,” six-lecture series, January 29-March 5, 2002. Lecture schedule included Beowulf, “The Pardoner’s Prologue and Tale” from The Canterbury Tales, Paradise Lost, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, 1984, and The Silence of the Lambs. (I got the gig in part because in my application I asked regarding Hannibal Lecter in The Silence of the Lambs, “why didn’t they just pull his teeth”)

Commonwealth Governor’s School (Spotsylvania and Stafford Counties, as well as Colonial Forge)

“Shakespeare’s The Comedy of Errors.” Guest lecture, September 19, 2024.
“Reading Film.” Guest lecture, January 27, 2025
“Film Studies.” Guest lecture, January 29, 2024
“Film Studies.” Guest lecture, February 6, 2023
“Introduction to Film Studies,” Guest lecture, July 8-12, 2002
“Creative Expression Workshop” (writing, music, web authoring), July 9-13, 2001

Number 46: A Husband Remembers

No, this isn’t a memoir. Rather, it’s an account of how conspicuous I was at the local emporium while buying some celebratory items for my wife on this our 46th wedding anniversary.

In my childhood, one of the “marital vaudeville” tropes was that of the husband who forgets that today is our anniversary, dear. Many husbands on 1960s sitcoms were at best adorably befuddled, at worst cold and uncaring, when it came to remembering such things. I wasn’t watching sitcoms much after the early 70s, so I don’t know if that trope continued, or continues. But I’ve never forgotten it. Silly husbands!

So early on I resolved never to forget that today is our anniversary, dear. What I didn’t know until it happened was that the day would be so entirely unforgettable that I’d have to be in a coma to overlook it. The unforgettable part is, of course, all about the woman I married. But you knew that.

Still, I suspect that even if the befuddled husband trope isn’t entirely absent in contemporary culture, there’s still some, shall we say, ambient admiration for the husband who obviously is not forgetting. (I pass over in silence the question of whether I am befuddled in other areas–I’ll leave that as an exercise for the reader.)

Today, our 46th wedding anniversary, I was obviously not forgetting. My cart had a colorful bouquet on board and a HAPPY ANNIVERSARY balloon floating above it. The floral department lady commented on how gorgeous the bouquet was–“like a meadow with such variety”–and the self-service checkout lady wished me a happy anniversary and asked if Alice and I were going out to eat tonight. I replied that we’d done that last night because the forecast called for rain tonight. I then reassured her that we’d be going out for gelato tonight. “Oh, so you’re celebrating over two nights, then,” she said. “Indeed yes,” I said, “and when we come to our 50th, we’ll celebrate for a full week.” (You heard it here first.)

Encouraged by all the support I’d received, I finished checking out and wheeled my cart into the parking lot. Coming up on my right, walking quickly past with his own cart, a fifty-something man called out, “you’ll get some brownie points for that!” His cry made me think of all the sitcoms of my childhood. Had he suffered because of his befuddled anniversary mistakes? Or was this just a pat on the back from a fellow husband? Perhaps posterity will judge.

But enough with the anecdotes and speculation. Instead, I close this post with certainty:

Happy anniversary Alice, with all my love!

 

A brief history of us

Forty-five years ago today, Alice Woodworth and I were married by her father the Reverend Robert Woodworth, my uncle the Reverend Fred Gardner assisting, in the amphitheater at what was then Mary Washington College in Fredericksburg, Virginia.

As David Byrne once asked, in slightly different language and with a very different purpose–after all, Alice is my beautiful wife–well, how did we get here?

That story now stretches back not forty-five but fifty years–half a century, an appropriately monumental phrase. For it was in 1974 that I met Alice, a day and a moment I remember clearly.

It was the evening of the first day of the Virginia Governor’s School at Mary Baldwin College (now University, as most all colleges have become). June 18, 1974. 151 of us rising high school juniors and seniors had moved into our dorm rooms, gotten our orientation and schedules and other vital information, had our first dinner together, and been released for some social time before curfew. The girls were in Spencer dorm, while the boys were in Woodson, a much less elegant domicile. (Seems fair.) Spencer had a terrace, an airy shaded place for folks to sit and chat and, being 1974 and all, hang out and play guitars. Many of us had brought guitars. Being 1974 and all. Mine was in my room, as I’d wanted to reconnoiter before committing to revealing my own music-making.

Others were braver. As I walked toward Spencer’s veranda, I mean terrace, I saw a young woman with long straight brown hair and a nylon-string guitar talking to a fellow with curly hair and an interesting t-shirt depicting a broken heart with a river gushing out of it. As I approached, they both looked up. The guy’s name was Rob, but that’s a story for another time. The story I’m telling here is of the first moment I saw Alice, during “social hour,” which began at 8:30 p.m. on June 18, 1974. I figure it was thus somewhere between 8:30 and 9:00 p.m. when I met her. I’m thinking the planets were mighty propitious.

Three years later Alice came to a Governor’s School reunion, her first since the fall of 1974. Aside from one exchange of letters, we had not been in touch since the end of the Governor’s School. She was sitting under a tree, by herself this time, and once again I walked over to her, this time to say not hello but hello again. We began our conversation. That conversation went on for at least five or six hours, probably longer–I just can’t say for sure, as it seemed like five or six minutes.

I’m told that when, in the afternoon, Alice and I went for a walk to continue our conversation, several of our fellow reuniters noted we were gone for a long while. I had not noticed so much time passing myself. At any rate, return we did, still talking, with what I hoped might be a growing intensity. (A boy can dream, right?)

So now our story has come from June, 1974 to August, 1977. Shortly after that August reunion, I’d written Alice with an ardent profession of my romantic interest in her. I felt it was the only honest thing to do. (Always good to know about ardor right away.) To my great relief and delight, Alice agreed we would do well to explore our possibilities as sweeties. Our correspondence continued as we returned to our respective schools for the fall semester and arranged for some visits. Two in October, one in December, one in February, then one in April.

Now the intensity was by golly growing. The sweetie story had begun well and was steadily developing. Dreams do come true.

April 22, 1978, on that fifth visit, I asked Alice to marry me. She said she thought she’d like that.

And July 14, 1979, we were married.

And 45 years after that, here we are.

We’ve been back to the site of our first meeting a couple of times, once on our 40th anniversary, and once with our children a couple of years later. I felt they should see where the story began. Ours, and so theirs, too.

Happy anniversary, Alice!

 

 

The sense of an ending

Courses make up a curriculum, but neither should be just one thing after another. To be memorable, a course of study, a semester, a degree program should have a shape, just the way a good story has a shape. That way, study becomes an experience, with particular aspects of the experience that can stay with you long after the last class meeting, long after the term is done, long after graduation.

Alumni associations know all about this. Class reunions are typically organized by year of graduation. Why? What does a class of 2024 engineering major have to do with a class of 2024 English major? Alumni associations understand the power of we were in this together.

That sense of togetherness can be cultivated in all sorts of ways: athletics, Greek life, residence halls, clubs, co-curricular activities, and many others. If the degree program has a capstone course requirement–for example, a senior seminar–the sense of shared experience is often heightened in this particular course as well.

Obviously, online learning presents some challenges in this regard. With an asynchronous class, the sense of shared experience is potentially diminished. Without that sense, it can become harder to stick with the course when the workload mounts up. There’s little sense of a beginning or ending, aside from deadlines along the way. These are large generalizations, I know, but the research on retention in online learning suggests they’re not without a basis in fact.

Synchronous online learning, the modality I vastly prefer, offers a better chance of finding and amplifying that sense of shared experience–indeed, a chance for a real meeting with learners present to each other. Yet the virtuality of it all, webcams and chat back-channels notwithstanding, can devolve into “we’re all brains in vats here,” with a corresponding diminishment of a sense of real presence upon which shared experience can be grounded.

The challenge, then, is to give a shape to each meeting, then give a shape to those shapes as the course of study continues. And as any storyteller will testify, the ending of the story makes the story not only complete but enduringly influential. It doesn’t just … stop. It ends.

I do many things in my teaching to help shape the experience, class meeting by class meeting. When the pandemic hit, though, and classes went fully online, both the crisis and the modality inspired me to make the last day of class truly memorable, an ending that would bring the entire shape of our experience before our eyes. I’d structured my synchronous online class meetings as little dramas, little podcasts or radio shows. Why not do a “highlights reel” for the last day? And why not make my “digital farewell” gift to my students the climax of an entire “digital gift” session in which, one by one, students brought some kind of “farewell” for the classmates who’d been on the journey with them. A kind of show-and-tell, but one that capped an entire semester of shared experience, most of it synchronous.

I’ve described the process elsewhere in some detail, but for the first time here I’m sharing one of those farewell “movies.” I made this one for my Reading Film section in the Fall, 2023 term, but I’ve made similar farewells for my other online classes. Students generally respond with great enthusiasm, and sometimes with tears (they tell me). I too find the tears coming as I assemble the elements, especially the images from the students’ forum avatars or blog sites.

No tears in the teacher, no tears in the learners, to paraphrase Robert Frost. Maybe you had to be there. I hope, though, that the little gift below illustrates some of what I try to do in this area of what we call “learning design.” My design aims to be a movie we’ve made together, with the opportunity to look back at the end and say, look where we’ve been, look what we’ve done.

I hope you enjoy it.

Note: Although most students choose pseudonyms and meme-style images for their Forum identities, I’ve taken care to redact any personally identifiable information.

44 Huzzahs

Today I’m thinking about the 17th century–I’m at the 13th International Milton Symposium–but also, and even more intensely, about July 14, 1979, when Alice and I were married.

The beautiful Lady Alice

This is popularly known as Durham Castle, but of course for these 44 years it’s been how I imagine my own good fortune in wooing and winning this lady.

Eventually even commoners like me may ascend if they “marry up,” as I certainly did.

No wonder I’m smiling

Yes, it’s the Yeats Tower, but it does serve to illustrate my ongoing glee.

Happy 44th, m’lady! I pray for many more.

The Universe and Universities in a Digital Age

What a delightful surprise it was to be invited to be the keynote speaker for the rebooted Baylor University Educational Technology Showcase event at the end of March. Although I left Baylor for Virginia Tech over twelve years ago, I still keep up with several Baylor colleagues, and I credit my time at Baylor with some of the deepest and most transformational opportunities I’ve been offered as a professor and as an administrator. That topic deserves its own blog post (which I plan to write as soon as my final grades are in for this semester at VCU). For now, I’ll share the talk I gave for the recent event, as it reflects not only some Topics Of The Day (as Charlotte Bronte once termed them), including of course generative AI, but also ideas I’ve been working on even before I came to Baylor in 2008.

The conference’s theme was “RE:Connected: The Future of University Culture and Technology.” I found the emphasis on university culture inspiring, and I wanted to honor the organizers’ vision by doing something big and a little audacious in my talk, so I cast a wide net that brought in not only generative AI but influencers, the name-image-likeness stats for big-time college athletics, Jane Jacobs, and a Roman Catholic philosopher named Alasdair MacIntyre. Oh, and news coverage of the “information superhighway” from thirty years ago, too.

I am very grateful to Baylor for inviting me back, after lo these many years, to share my thoughts with colleagues yet once more. It was an honor and a privilege.