<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515520189818747048</id><updated>2009-11-02T07:41:26.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Pip</title><subtitle type='html'>Reflections on Reading and Culture.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofpip.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515520189818747048/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofpip.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris Conway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09733033227237922906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515520189818747048.post-3112659616784818643</id><published>2008-02-06T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:13:42.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tolstoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner-Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dickens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flaubert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dostoyevsky'/><title type='text'>The Internet and the Inner-Net</title><content type='html'>I might as well begin with some thoughts on what I hope this blog will be about. It is primarily about the paradox of my wanting to use the internet to document my reflections on the books I read for pleasure. Lately, most of these are nineteenth-century classics, and I have intentionally focussed on them because I find that they are a powerful antidote to online consciousness or the mental practices of the internet. Online consciousness is fleeting, superficial, tenuous, accelerated and networked. Reading big novels demands a different kind of mindset, one characterized by sustained attention, depth of thought and solitude. In particular, when I read nineteenth-century novels, I am enveloped in an age that predates computers and other familiar twentieth-century technologies. I like to call the old books the "Inner-Net" because they lead you into yourself in ways that online consciousness will not allow. It fosters generative solitude, mending thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began by reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crime and Punishment&lt;/span&gt; by Dostoyevsky in November of 2007, quickly followed by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Madame Bovary&lt;/span&gt; by Flaubert and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Three Musketeers&lt;/span&gt; by Dumas. In January of 2008 I read Tolstoy's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;War and Peace&lt;/span&gt; and Chopin's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Awakening&lt;/span&gt;. I am now rereading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/span&gt; by Dickens and gearing up, on March 1st, to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don Quixote&lt;/span&gt; for the first time since I read it in college. In the days to come I hope to catch up a little and post a few items pertaining to these books, just so that I can gather my thoughts and give them a little bit of shape before moving on. Writing is the best kind of thinking, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognize that it is indeed a paradox to use today's "Internet" to help me transcribe my journeys in the "Inner-Net" of paper books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515520189818747048-3112659616784818643?l=theadventuresofpip.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofpip.blogspot.com/feeds/3112659616784818643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3515520189818747048&amp;postID=3112659616784818643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515520189818747048/posts/default/3112659616784818643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515520189818747048/posts/default/3112659616784818643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofpip.blogspot.com/2008/02/internet-and-inner-net.html' title='The Internet and the Inner-Net'/><author><name>Chris Conway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09733033227237922906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07860566242303983793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>