What started out as some quick notes whie day-dreaming in electronics class[inlink]paul,2632[/inlink] turned into my next poetry project. It
takes "I have" statements and writes them into poems. The best part is that the poems are self-documenting. Everytime you visit and a poem is written, a date stamped html file is created to document that poem at the moment.

Here is an example poem:
On Collecting

I have no problems.

I have a broken arm, but I had those things coming.

I have yet to find that job.

I have supported financially.

I have joined the crazy world of online journals.

I have to admit it.

I have the same conflicts with socialism.

I have no one.

I have never seen the cartoon.

I have learned 80 brand spankin' new words in the past week.

I have realized that it's really important to be your own cheerleader.

I have done my best.

Another job offer came, it seems like the fifteen millionth this semester. I keep having to turn them down because of the whole Canisius Professor thing. It better work out. If I am not a full-time progfessor in the Fall, I am officially leaving Buffalo forever.

This time it was Second Life . Who would have thought? It seems like only yesterday I was teaching a class called temp:real about Linden Lab's Second Life. This job was for a online community admin and social networking person at Linden Labs.

The best part is they also asked if I could recommend someone and of course, I recomemended (e:twisted) , the best community admin I ever have worked with ever! And she lives right in San Francisco. What a perfect opportunity for her to realizie her career goals in online community.

On another note, Stephanie Rothenberg decided to use an estip node for her class. The more classes that use estrip node, the quicker I can realize my place in the academic software hall of fame.

I also pitched the site to a bunch of students. Maybe we will see some more new faces shortly!

Okay I haven't actually typed it in yet but here is my newest digital poem in its most primitive form. Sometimes I wonder what is the actual poem, the final product - or the code that wrote it. Here you can see that my handwriting has deteriorated in my late 20s. I used to be able to write clearly. Now that I almost never write I have this illegible scrawl. At least it got the job done in the keyboard free emergency state I was in.

Wow, it is really icey cold out. I wish I could teleport to estripwest

For my electronics class I had to respond to a reading about early robotic art and telepresence art. One of the pieces involved two human being able to arm wrestle over a network using a robotic arm that they each wrestled independently and which sent data about angle, arm strength etc over the network to the othe player. Sometimes it did not work and it would report both people as winning. The really came up the lamest pseudo-inetellecttual theory for this.

Here is my response with an excerpt below.

I find it hard to believe that the issue of agency raised by telephonic Arm Wrestling, upon it technological failure, were but mere afterthoughts to fill the intellectual void surrounding the project. Especially this quote, "under certain circumstances, both sides could win simultaneously, fundamentally undermining the bipolar competitive model of win-lose . . . a telling commentary on the arms race and the opposition of capitalism and communism."