Yancy, The Bricks I was given, And Woooooooman!

"The images, in other
words, did not simply
punctuate a written text;
together words and
images were (and are) the
materials of composition.3"

I like to keep reading this little sidebar, like it was a prose poem. Words! Woooooooords. Wo-o-o-o-o-ords! But wait, the bricks we build our mansions out of do not just include words anymore: as Yancy goes on to further explain in the footnote, we are not even limited to words and images. With the addition of audio to the sense mix, how long is it before technology develops were we can smell or even taste textures. I am not limiting this to the screen, as Yancy does. Let's go a step further. Why not serve drinks at a presentation? About to give an acerbic lecture? Slices of lime. Now, some of you are rolling your eyes and pursing your lips. I'm looking at YOU Barb. I am completely serious. Why not use the materials offered to us to communicate? Why not you any means necessary? If we take what Kress is selling us, and once I get past the image/word dichotomy he sets up, textual, intertextual, and recontextual possibilities are endless. Should we just limit ourselves to words and images and sounds? Or should we be pushing the boundaries of text? Should we encourage it in our students? Who gets to say what bricks we use? What our mansions should look like? I am not willing to put a stop to the breadth of materials available to myself, or any other writer.

And now, for something completely the same: Elliot making a jackass out of himself, for his class, while being observed by Gerry Winters.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndv6Mc6jtgY

Professional? Academic? Never.

E-Rizzle. Fo' Shizzle.