THE
THINGS WE THINK, AND DO NOT SAY thoughts of an
online editor Tyrone
L. Adams |
I, too, have lost the ability to
hegemonize.
Three years ago, when I originally
penned the model for the American Communication Journal on the back of
a cocktail napkin with a colleague before proposing it to the ACA
Board of Directors (which is a very different amalgam of personalities today)
that next morning, I must admit that I was definitely "under the influence."
I was under the influence of two addictive drugs, the genteel backdrop of Charleston,
S.C. (where the American Communication Association Convention was being
held), and one freshly discarded mother philosophy.
Cigars, Bourbon, and Charleston
Drawing steadily on a Dominican Cohiba and sipping in the nature of the universe through the mind-altering medium of Jack Daniels is not merely the fast-track to several serious deadly conditions, it also happens to be one of the better ways to alienate yourself from reality altogether. Feeling the comfortable blue smoke crawl upward over my face, and the warm bias of bourbon bespeaking an artificial composure throughout my body, the "Outlaw of the Ozarks" (Professor Stephen A. Smith from the University of Arkansas) and I began drafting the foundations of a publication process that would make Hegel himself uncomfortable. Almost ninety percent of the theories that we volleyed about that evening (as the second round of Cohibas were clipped, swirled, and stoked) were never implemented. For that matter, since we destroyed about ninety percent of our remaining brain cells, those ideas were never really remembered. What I do remember the next morning, as I pleaded with the shower for rehydration, was that an academic online multimedia journal (such as we had hallucinated) made complete sober sense."Ahrrr
ma amammamamma bababb aba ahhg [drool] aaaaaaaaah!!!"
I had heard the rumors of good scholars who had published
tomes of quality work, only to be denied tenure and promotion for some stupidity.
I had heard the gossip about academic publications being treated as proprietary
polity by their editors, used as conduits to referee rewards to the politically
"enfranchised," and mete out
discipline to the politically "disenfranchised." I had far-too-expensive
dinners with peer-colleagues at conventions, watching trusted contemporaries
convert themselves (without even a nod to the invention of autonomous ethics)
into pathological philosophy groupies, mindless of their own destinies. It made
me furious that undergraduate and graduate school, where ingratiating generally
reigns supreme, seemed to be the preparatory institutions for entering the sanctioned
ranks governing the "marketplace
of ideas." It was like watching
a sea of brilliance and creativity sell itself short for a useless vita line.
All of that priceless inventio shoved into a cardboard binder, to simply
sit and rot on a shelf.
Now, I am taking my goldfish,
and leaving.
I remember practicing the vast
gamut of sycophantic techniques
that I would have to master to usher my research into print. I also remember
inserting footnotes upon footnotes of names who somehow "contributed" to my
global research agenda. I remember my utilitarian
idealism running headstrong against my own good common sense. I remember
my desire to manifest a level playing field for anyone who produced solid research
-- and had the wherewithal to publish it online, embracing
new textual frontiers, and distributing to wider audiences. I was unreservedly
incensed, unabashedly malcontent, and filled with the genuine (arguably comical)
self-righteousness that only a 27-year-old
boy with a freshly-minted Ph.D. and acne could possibly muster.
I was monotonous, puerile, and (luckily) one-hundred percent correct with my
vision of the American Communication Journal. I regret nothing to
date, except my inability to make ACJ the
premiere academic journal throughout all communication (and maybe more than
that!) study within the three years of this, my founding and co-editorship.
Oh, Jim and I have taken our fair share of chuckles and potshots by the "head-shed
groupies." Like children, however, they only have the originality to repeat
what they have heard elsewhere. Regardless, I believe that Co-editor
Jim A. Kuypers and I have
made serious headway for ACJ
the next generation that will, unquestionably, harvest this eventuality.
Stephanie J. Coopman of San
Jose State University and Norman C. Clark of Appalachia State University --
you will soon inherit the dream. Be skillful and ethical armed-prophets.
Enter Professor Jim.A.Kuypers@Dartmouth.edu
For whatever reason, that evening in Charleston, Professor Smith and I sat atop
some very sacred ground: the terra
of inventio. This is not self-glorifying rhetoric
grounded in objectivity qua. This is the real deal: happenstance intellectual
symbiosis. If you have never experienced logical fusion with another human being
before, it is something to envy and fear.
Logical deduction and induction meld together to produce an integrated, proportional
model of thought in an encrypted language that only the equal parties involved
can understand. Were we excited? You bet! But, I would like to go on record
here: At no time
did we hug...
There, for that heady moment in time and space, we were dreaming, we were innovating,
trading wildly on intellectual options
- and prepared to embrace the polity required to produce the vision: a no-cost,
online, peer-reviewed academic journal specific to no one hidden college, making
use of every
possible multimedia product available. Both of us being fans of William
Gibson (having just read The Neuromancer), we grinned and called
this undertaking "the Matrix Project." In reflection, this name was an excellent
metaphor. "Damned straight," I remember saying as I slammed down my glass, "the
friggin' Matrix." Then,
Steve became fuzzy.
As fate would have it, upon return to Fayetteville,
Arkansas, Professor Smith became
entangled in the Whitewater scandal (having been the Executive Assistant to
then-Governor Clinton during the 1980's, among <ahem> a few other things).
His time, energy, and spirit was forthwith assimilated into the federal
code. What seemed like the untimely end to a dually-inspired chimera, however,
was actually just the genesis of ACJ. The thought of the journal possessed
my every waking moment. It
could be done. But, it could not be done
alone...
I remembered asking myself: Who, among all of the scholars in the communication
discipline, is independently-minded enough to think, absent the paranoia
of perceived repercussions? Who, among all of the scholars that I know, are
forthright enough to assist me in bringing this creation from inception to fruition?
Who, among this catty lot, has the credibility needed to bring forth the standards
and rigors of print publication to ACJ's berth? Every time I asked
the question, the name "Jim Kuypers @ Dartmouth College" came back with a resounding
"yep" in my mind. Securing his leadership and cunning at the Co-editorial level
of this vision was difficult, but definitely not a "second choice." If anything,
Professor Smith's sudden involvement with Kenneth Starr provided ACJ
with the platinum opportunity to secure one extremely
adept Professor Kuypers.
I phoned Professor Kuypers in January of 1997, and asked him if he would like
to participate in such an endeavor. After explaining my ideas over a four-hour
phone conversation, listening to his
passionate responses, and discovering that Dartmouth
College had just been voted the number one "wired" university in the U.S.,
I immediately pressed him for an answer: he paused for what seemed an eternity,
and said "absolutely." From that moment on, we blended our divagating energies
and strategies specifically in the direction of making ACJ an exemplary
model for online publication. It was a natural relationship from the start.
I will not dwell upon the mechanics of this partnership, but suffice it to say
that he has the patience of a saint and a
level of persistence only rivaled by water torture.
As we move into the last volume of this pact
turned brotherhood, please allow me the genuine moment to thank him for
all that he has done (and risked) to help me bring this product to market. Jim,
the dream of this journal was mine - but, the reality of its existence is yours.
Man, you are my "Ambassador
of Kwan!"
E.journals and Issues of Credibility
I wish now to address where my mind dwells almost unremittingly anymore. I wish
to address those involved with every aspect of academe. Be they students, academics,
faculty members, administrators, or staff members interested in the politics
of thought, or, the thoughts on politics. In particular, I wish to address the
future and present students of communication studies throughout the world. It
is your minds that will reshape the present, by leveraging your futures as a
powerful intellectual currency. This
currency cannot be touched. It is the currency of what has not yet materialized.
Do not let the "paper dragon" discourage the free flow of your ideas away from
powerfully innovative new mediums. I suggest something truly heretical here,
since I position myself as a change agent vying for the most prized of all human
possessions: the future.
Consider my arguments to come. Hear
the ad hominem darts "utopian" and "silicon snake oil" lofted about
the digital enterprise, as if by labeling what I say by category or slick alliteration
anchors the continued flight of ACJ's working model. Tomorrow, ask yourself
where your work really has the opportunity to do the most good. Tomorrow,
consider color, sound, motion, communicativity, and interactivity to be allies
in your quest to answer the burning questions. Tomorrow, consider not replicating
replication for the sake of societal inertia. Tomorrow, consider what your
role in the creation of knowledge will be. Dare
to metamorphose.
I hope that my words are forwarded about from e-mail address to e-mail address,
and listserv to listserv, as something of an
awfully inferior "Letter from a Birmingham Jail." I hope that this diatribe
stirs the debate over critical thought, and moreover, the dynamics of publication
politics. For, like Martin
Luther King (and Martin
Luther too), I feel plagued by ambiguous credibility goblins that dare not
identify themselves. For, if they would identify themselves, and their arguments,
I could certainly engage the thesis. But, the rhetoric of silence as a strategy,
methinks, runs strong among those hoping to evade the coming
of this new medium. As if by ignoring the technologically liberating context
about them, paper journal editors could insulate the merely decades-old legitimacy
of their medium through strategic containment. Perhaps the reverse social psychology
is taking place here? Perhaps the fear of addressing the issue, in the territory
of the medium itself is the catalyst which will spark the inevitable shift?
I genuinely invite this silence to speak, and therefore, I prod it to clash:
online or on paper. Your place
or mine?
Show Me the Mon.e
By lessening the value of electronic
journals, paper journals maintain their currency. By maintaining this currency
(and credibility), academic associations protect their fiscal interests. What
are these fiscal interests? Request a copy of the budget for any academic association
of which you are a member. Examine the revenues generated by these academic
journals. Recall that these journals are purchased by campus libraries and subscribing
academicians (at least, those who can afford them since rates are exorbitant).
If the purpose of the academic journal were, truly, to disseminate knowledge
- then why, pray tell, have these associations not freed the data into the Matrix
that is the Internet? (NCA is "experimenting" with this model in the
form of CT Online, to be fair.)
Oh crap, here I go. "Common
sense or virtue...common
sense or virtue...?"
Why must the dissemination of knowledge, which is allegedly a puritanical endeavor, be commodified so that monumental sums of principal and interest can accrue in the budgets of our peripatetic associations? All the while, our associational dues continue to rise. Are our wine and cheese parties that critically important? Are the reception suites (leased for the associational purposes of communicating power and prestige to the commoners who pay for their own impression-oppression) so vital to the overall intellectual enterprise that it is assumed, somehow, that learned people cannot command a credible social consciousness as an enterprise without them?
I no longer wish to be part of an enterprise that seeks to divide campuses between the "haves" and "have-nots." Or, I should say, those who can afford academic journals in bulk, and those who cannot. Charge what you will for cocktail parties at the door, dear friends, but please do not pad this cost into the very binds of my journals. Sooner or later, you will have to meet these arguments.Information (like people) wants to be free; it has a conscience, a sentience all its own. And, personally, nothing drives me more than liberating a colleague from the artificial firewalls and mass-produced means of predetermined credibility.
And guess what, Jim
and I still have another volume left with which to chum the digital waters.
After all, "tomorrow is
another day."
All thoughts are mine. I
shall duck all responsibility for them.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank
my soulmate Brenda and two-year-old son Alexander for putting up with me
during the creation and publication of this online journal. It would be a far
easier thing to simply collect a few essays and hammer out a table of contents
as the publisher put them into order. That said, I think that even Brenda understands
that this change must occur. Not
sure that she agrees that it should be me fomenting it, necessarily. (But,
I only have one year left
sweetie!)