Mac Ice’s eScriptorium, DCHS, Monuments to our Past as Pointers to Our Futures

I frustrate the [expletive here] out of my wife for many reasons, but in one manner because I often revert to bad funny voices, playing out roles in the “Theater of My Mind” [tickets available]. We’ve both agreed that it is actually set at least five years in the future and I frustrate everyone else because I try to explain scenarios which include infrastructure, social technologies, etc. which are so obviously connected then but are not yet now. Hang with me here…

David and Donna, Elaine, May, the Seales, the Morgans, Glen Carson, the various Disciples of Christ Historical Society Board members, many others I have never met, too, labor or labored away preserving reminders of our past so that these mnemonic monuments call to mind previous victories of faithful living (warts and all); at which I suck. These reminders are necessary when opium is literally the opium of the masses (and not religion, it seems, at all).

The US economy is seeking desperately to understand that when we came in off the farms, got into our assembly lines, busted the unions and outsourced our manufacturing that we have inadvertently destroyed our apprenticeship/mentoring apparatus: Moms to daughters, Dads to sons, family networks to kith and kin, our accumulated wisdom osmosed effortlessly (ok, it was an effort in some cases). And yes religious organizations played a major part (good, bad, ugly). We try to replace that now with platforms, portals, ‘PI’s (API’s, had to force it). Well, the jury is still out on where our crowdsourcing will get us as societies.

Yesterday, XBRL in fedgov started becoming a real reality and this had me waxing deja vu-ish as this has been a subplot in the Theater for awhile now. Today via Facebook, I caught Mac’s post Willard Collins Preaches at Lischey Avenue Church of Christ, April 26-May 10, 1942. Frankly, this individual post strikes me as unremarkable — in a good way. Do to Mac’s (et al) efforts, finding these monument / pointers has become more common placer. And when I dare to Pray Dangerously I am thankful to have these “fall back upons”. My comments to Mac:

I remember vaguely as we discussed getting that first AOL account and thinking to myself “Now, we just have to find the money to digitize the entire archive”. A third generation missionary had come to visit DCHS and said something to the effect: “Now, if we could only find the funds to build a library for the folks” {someplace in Africa, I don’t recall now, but there was a “Z” involved somewhere}. I remember thinking, “No, bud; you need to find the funds to buy a laptop and satellite uplink because the library is coming to you”. I THANK GOD that you and the Campbell-Stone librarians and archivists (and those thru out “Christendom”) are going thru the efforts necessary to make these treasures globally available (in blogs or whatever format). And on a tangentially related note, here’s some newsletters about the indigenous national research and education networks / alliances which have sprung up in Africa:

The Almighty Archives attached to great global grid has been a subplot in the Theater of Ed’s Mind for quite sometime, too. Apparently, I felt a need, assuming no one will ever read this — because folks rarely do, to pinch myself, reassure myself that I’m not insane just because I struggle to explain the world I assume, and jot this down for the world never to see.