Why We Love Our Classes

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Creative Writing: Fiction

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Creative Writing: Fiction





Our classes range from critical lectures to fun and exciting workshops here at Chadron State. Each professor is different and it provides for a range of classes and not just straight lectures. We can go into discussions about the meaning behind Wordsworth’s poem “Nutting” or discuss Gareth Hinds’s graphic novel version of “Beowulf.” We can learn about how John Smith really acted or about writing stories.

Our classes also use a range of different instructional methods. You may be asked to tweet about what you have read or discussed in class. You might get to blog about education and English. Don’t be surprised when tables are moved and you are sitting in a square to review a classmates story.

We love our classes because they provide a variety of different styles and teach us what we need to know. Variety is a great way to break the monotonous task of going from class to class. Each professor is different and the classes reflect that. You will be excited to go to class just to see what the professor has in store for you!

As a college student, there will be classes that you love and classes that you hate, but as an English major, I love almost all of my classes.

One of the reasons that I absolutely love my classes is the OPEN DISCUSSION. When you are discussing a piece of literature in class, your professor wants to hear your interpretations and what you think about what you read. They want you to share your opinions and ideas. I don’t know about you, but I like this idea of a classroom as opposed to having someone lecture at you for an hour and put you to sleep.

I also love our classes because our professors are excited about what they talk about! When a teacher is not excited about the material they are covering, class is so boring and awful to sit through. When your professor comes into the room ready to dive into a deep and interesting conversation about the material that you are covering, you want to go to class. Especially when you really have no idea what in the world the conversation can lead to. The professors always seem to have the element of surprise when it comes to class discussion.

Another ginormous reason that I love my classes is that there is not any homework that I find is pointless. As a pre-med major I was constantly doing worksheet after worksheet after worksheet for my classes and I abhorred it, with a passion. It was even more frustrating when the homework did not seem to make sense or correspond with what we were learning. As an English major, I have never done homework for a class that I thought was pointless and did not make sense. Most of our homework is simply reading the assigned piece of literature for the next class period so that we are ready for class discussion. Some of our teachers even have us Tweet what we thought about the reading, and that is pretty exciting stuff.

Being an English major is exciting and fun, especially when you have classes this great.

Why We Love Our Professors

Dr. Coughlin

Dr. Coughlin is a new professor here at Chadron State College. He is just finishing up his first semester of teaching, and the students love him. He is a teacher that doesn’t just stand there and lecture or just holds group discussions. He is always walking around, he breaks up lecturing, discussions, and activities, and he likes making things interesting. When thinking about why people liked Dr. Coughlin so much, I talked to a couple other students about what they liked about him.

Holly A. describes Dr. Coughlin as enthusiastic, happy, and encouraging to new writers. This is definitely the truth. He genuinely loves what he teaches and is always happy. He will joke around and bring up random facts, stories, or even music videos to liven things up and make everyone happy too. Dr. Coughlin is always very encouraging for new writers. He doesn’t tear a story apart when he reads it, he provides genuine feedback. He also never tells a student that their story is bad.

Maryah H. describes Dr. Coughlin as passionate about what he does, really supportive, always willing to help, and he goes out of his way to make sure you’re confident and willing to do what you need to do. Again, so true. He is always there to help and willing to answer questions. He is so supportive, especially when it comes to writing. You can always go in and ask him questions and he will help you with whatever he can. Dr. Coughlin pushes his students, but always thinks about them too. In Creative Writing: Fiction, we do many writing workshops where different students present their work to the class and the class discusses the work. While he knows reading your own work aloud can be terrifying, he does require it on a minimal scale. He is very considerate of the authors and students.

Dr. Coughlin is an awesome professor who will go far here at CSC. If you have the chance try to take one of his classes. You learn a lot and have fun at the same time!

Dr. Tucker

Dr. Tucker is one of the professors at Chadron State College in the English Department, one of the many teachers that we love to have in class. Dr. Tucker teaches Humanities. I had no idea what to expect when I read the syllabus for his class before arriving at class. And I really did not know what to think when I saw the list of books we had to buy,  but Dr. Tucker’s class was definitely one of the best classes that I have taken.

Dr. Tucker was an enjoyable teacher because he made things interesting. He taught you how to analyze a reading in order to find the subtext behind what was actually written. He asked questions that really made you think. There were many times that I walked out of that class with a headache from trying to wrap my head around the things that he asked us in class.

Another thing that I really liked about Dr. Tucker is that he was realistic with us. He knew that we would not start the paper that was due until the morning that it was due, so if we came to class that day we got extra credit points for not being worried about our paper, since we were obviously working on it. He definitely did not tip-toe around the tulips with things either. He is going to give it to you straight and I really like honesty like that from teachers.

Dr. Tucker also has a very interesting lecture style. He keeps you engaged the whole time. I never missed his class unless it was a life or death situation. I loved listening to him lecture. You could learn a lot just listening to him talk. He is a very wise man. I asked a fellow student, Garret Dockweiler why he like Dr. Tucker’s class and he said that he also like how he lectured. Another thing that Garret liked about Dr. Tucker was that he could make any complicated reading seem simple.

Dr. Tucker is one of the best teachers that I have ever had and I highly recommend his class to students.

Dr. McEwen

One of Dr. McEwen’s strongest traits is that he has a keen ability to monitor student progress, see how they can improve, and push them to strive for better results. He dispels valuable nuggets of wisdom during class that applies outside the classroom. Dr. McEwen tells odd jokes and has a good lecturing style that can be appreciated. He is eager to help his students, almost begging them to come in to his office to see him.

Dr. McEwen is a teaching veteran of about 40 years, so he knows what he is doing. He has a large collection of Native American regalia in his office. He likes hot sauces, as told by his collection of Tabasco bottles.


Dr. Elisabeth Ellington

Dr. Elisabeth Ellington teaches the English language arts courses usually taken by prospective educators. She teaches extemporaneously, and the students are left to themselves to pursue their own learning in their own way. Don’t ask for specifics about anything because you’ll learn by doing. Prepare to stumble a few times, but the effort is all that counts.

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Dr. Evertson


Dr. Wilburn

Dr. Miller

Dr. Miller is an incredible teacher, along with being an amazing person. His classes are about discovering yourself as a writer, and striving to push the comfort zone once you know where you stand. Dr. Miller is invested in each individual student: their writing, their progress, and their development through it all. Dr. Miller’s always leaves students with a choice, not to say there won’t be work to get done (oh the work).


Top 10 Reasons To Be an English Major

1. PASSION!!! Your teachers and your fellow students will be passionate about what you are talking about in class.

2.The class sizes are very small and the students are conversational!

3. You get to explore a wide range of human emotions and experiences! Have you ever read Uncle Tom’s Cabin? Talk about emotion!

4.We learn more than just literature, its hidden meaning, and how to draft it. English is implicitly interdisciplinary through the consideration of the human condition. We leave class every day with new thoughts and an ever growing knowledge of the human condition.

5. Critical Thinking

My English classes have helped me become critical. Okay, I realize this may not seem like a great asset, but it is! I’ve learned how to look at the world critically, questioning phenomenons, beliefs, and perspectives.

After oodles of English classes (over 30 credits to be exact), I consider myself a critical thinker. I can consider perspectives, evaluate them, and then reevaluate my own beliefs.

Without reading a variety of authors and genres, I honestly am not sure if I would have the critical thinking skills that I have now. I am grateful for the skills I have gained through my English courses.

6. The Other English Majors

It is hard to find someone that doesn’t share an interest or two with you. I have made awesome friends in the English department! It is fun and exciting every day! Plus, who else would understand all of your literary jokes!!!


7. #cats – Let’s face it. We all love cats and we all love sharing our cat pictures on Twitter!

8. Social media in class! We love to Tweet and we love to eat and we LOVE to blog!

9. Beowulf!! It is the most epic reading you will ever get to read whilst being an English major. Seriously, thank your British Literature teachers if you have this opportunity!

10. Picture books and read alouds! Every now and then you will be lucky enough to have a teacher read a great children’s book to you aloud during class.


Top 10 Reasons to Come to Chadron

Photo CC by Jimmy Emerson

Photo CC by Jimmy Emerson

Out on the plains, Chadron State College is an academic oasis bustling with thought and creativity. Our Youthful minds are ready to change the world. In a sense, it’s not far removed from a monastery. Chadron is an environmental change for most, and usually for the better.

As students of Chadron State College, not only do we love my school, but we love this town. This is a great place to be, so all of us have compiled a list of why someone should consider coming to Chadron.

1) The Small Town Atmosphere

The town of Chadron is extremely embracing of the students of CSC. They are welcoming and helpful! Everyone here is very friendly, and it is a close knit community. Especially inviting to the students of CSC are the local churches. They have college lunches, they offer help with move in days, and they host on campus activities. From the beginning, we have always felt right at home.

2) The Big Event

Every year in the Spring, the students and faculty of CSC get together for the Big Event. It’s a college-wide community service project to help local business, both in Chadron, and in nearby towns. Students volunteer their services for projects like painting, cleaning yards, planting trees. There are clean-up groups and heartfelt visits to nursing homes. It is a great way for the students to give back to the community. We give thanks for the wonderful people of Chadron’s support in our education, as well as all of the warm welcomes.

3) Cleo’s Daily Grind

If you are looking for a great cup of coffee, Cleo’s is definitely the way to go. They have handy dandy little punch cards, and if you go on Tuesday, you get two punches. Two punches people! There is homemade whip cream, chocolate covered coffee beans, and beautiful decor.

4) The Bean Broker

The Bean Broker is another coffee shop, also with great coffee. However, they have many different styles of entertainment. Open mic nights, bands, and Jazz Birds performances on a regular basis. It is a fun and relaxing environment, and a great place to hang out!IMG_1746.JPG

5) Wild’s Bar and Grill

We can honestly say that Wild’s is one of the best places that any of us have eaten in town. Visitors from home can expect to be taken here for dinner. Not only is the food fantastic, but it isn’t too expensive. Broke college students don’t have to worry about their piggy banks.

6) Chadron State Park

If you are a person of the outdoors, you should definitely come check out the State Park. It is absolutely beautiful. You can camp, hike, and do all sorts of outdoor activities.

7) Walmart

Walmart is only a few blocks away from the campus and it is so convenient! It is awesome that we do not have to travel far to get the things that we need.

8) Nature

Chadron State Park is a great asset to the area. Hiking, hunting, camping, grilling, and other shenanigans are never out of the question. We love exploring the hiking paths in both the state park and the national forest. The famous “C Hill” sits behind campus and also has hiking paths with beautiful views. Chadron brims with nature and that’s why we love it.


9) The People

The people are great! Everyone is friendly and happy. Walking by a person who doesn’t give you a passing smile is an impossible task. It is also difficult to walk across campus and not see someone you know.

10) College Expansion

The Chicone Events Center hosts its first event, a basketball game, this weekend. The Armstrong just built an incredible weights facility for their athletes. A new housing unit, Eagle Ridge, welcomed its first students this year with three more apartments to be added soon. There is also a new Rangeland Management Complex being built. Chadron State College is expanding and growing!



First Blood: Sacrificing Rambo to Save Masculinity


My copy of First Blood.

In her 2000 “Stiffed: The Betrayal of the American Man,” Susan Faludi spends a chapter examining masculinity within father/son traditions, complicated by two wars (World War II and the Vietnam War), as it has played out in the 1972 novel, “First Blood.” Her discussion dives into masculinity and father-son relationships in the life of the novel’s author, David Morrell; in the long process in which the movie industry tried to turn the novel into a movie it could market; and in the life of the actor, Sylvester Stallone, who finally helped doctor a script that the movie industry could sell to Reagan-era men, but that also preserved some of the soul of the novel, its concern for a masculinity defined amidst father-son relationships torn apart by war. In my Gender and Literature class, we recently took a look at both the novel and Faludi’s discussion of it, and the results were interesting.

What we found was a concern for identity/identification, introduced by setting Teasle and Rambo against each other, at one point looking at one another in the mirror, coming to understand the ways in which their identities mirror one another (both are decorated war vets, Rambo of Vietnam, Teasle of Korea), and with an exploration of the role of naming in identification, but also “gazing” – how one internalizes the identity given to them by the way people look at them (the movie takes this to a completely different place when Stallone is presented with the body of a body-builder). It’s worth noting that Morrell had wanted it to be unclear in the novel who was the protagonist, and he succeeded until the movie makers determined that Rambo, the prodigal son, would be the hero, and Teasle, representing the corrupt institution that rejected Rambo, would be the villain.

But in the book, Teasle also becomes something of a father figure to Rambo, or wants to be, calling him “the kid” throughout, even after he knows Rambo’s name. Father-son relationships are important in “First Blood” and are explored in terms of fishing and hunting trips. Rambo doesn’t fish, though. His father had beaten him regularly (just as Stallone’s father did) and that symbol had lost its meaning. But Rambo knows that sort of relationship when he sees it, as he does in the forest early in the novel when he runs into a backwoods father and son drinking moonshine, the only men Rambo encounters in the forest and purposefully allows to live. But for Rambo, as with Teasle, father-son relationships have always been complicated, painful. For Teasle because his father died young, and his surrogate father, Orval, had always been something of a hard man on Teasle, their relationship often defined by competition. Rambo’s father-son relationships had been defined by violence, including when he joined the marines.

Rambo’s father-figure in the military was a distant figure, Trautman (read trout-man; fisher-man; for both father-son fishing, but also the religious-institutional idea of Trautman as a fisher-of-men). Trautman ran the base and program where Rambo was trained (“The best we ever trained”). He arrives on the scene as a representative of the military institution, but also as Rambo’s “father,” having come to bring him home, to catch him and reel him in. Trautman has created Rambo, and the institution he represents has a vested interest in keeping a hold on him. But that’s not the only institution interested in managing Rambo. It’s rather curious that, early in the novel, Teasle takes Rambo to the police station, and there’s a bit made about the fact that the police station is painted red – it used to be a schoolhouse – and that they are waiting for the blue (water, washing, purity) and white (purity, sanctity) paint to come in, to paint over the red (blood) – and all together it building represents the red, white, and blue. There will be a lot of red/blood throughout the novel, the result, it seems to argue, of institutions (police, school, but also religion) failing Rambo/male, who, as well, dies in the end (unlike in the novel) as a sort of purifying sacrifice. The institutions have trained Rambo’s body (see Foucault, panopticon), have made it into a killing machine, have done so within the context of father-son patriarchy, and have then failed to tame what they created, resulting in the eventual sacrifice of the son, seemingly to purify the whole mess.

And lest this seem to be reading too much in, follow me on this. In the final pages, Rambo is crawling away from a town he has destroyed. He crawls through a playground (boy, “kid,” son), and is followed by Teasle. Both have been carved up by brambles (thorns) on their backs and heads, both have holes in their sides, they have come to identify with one another, even as Rambo holds up his gun seeing a triple image (Trinity) of Teasle, thinking he should just shoot “Teasle’s center image.” And the final scene plays out between a Trinity – Teasle, Rambo, and Trautman – with Trautman pulling the trigger on a sacrificial Rambo.

Meanwhile, throughout the novel, Rambo had been debating with himself about his own faith. In the middle of the novel, in an effort to escape the violence he has wrought, and its consequences, Rambo finds himself down a mine, a cave, what becomes sort of a womb, that he travels through, uncertain whether he is making his way deep into the womb/cave to die (to be unborn) or to find his way out at the other end to live (to be reborn). In the end he finds his way out, is reborn, on the way to his final showdown with his mirror/center image, Teasle, and his purifying, saving sacrifice. The whole novel becomes an attempt to recover a masculinity created by institutions that then failed it, rejected it, and judged it. But the recovery fails when the institutions sacrifice Rambo in order to save the institutions and the masculinity that serves them.

Unfortunately, as much as the novel takes an interesting look at masculinity in the late 60s and early 70s, it fails to examine its own understanding of womanhood. Through the whole novel, one problem that interrupts a recovery of masculinity is the women in the lives of the men. In particular, Teasle seems to conclude by the end of the novel that his now estranged wife was largely the reason that he had lost himself, the self that had been confident, that had understood who he was, that he only recovered when he engaged in a one-on-one war with his mirror image. Unfortunately, Morrell’s women, it seems, are either caretaker wives, or problems for male identity. That element is completely removed from the film in which masculinity is heroic, anti-institutional, and, ironically, the foundation of an aggressively violent, pro-war, incredibly profitable Rambo movie franchise.

3,193 Beautiful Beginnings (NaNoWriMo)

by B. Lee Miller

For those who don’t know, every November is National Novel Writing Month. NaNoWriMo (http://nanowrimo.org/). Every year, over 300,000 people around the globe certify having written a 50,000-word novel in thirty days. Now, the point is not quality, although the one previous time that I participated, I produced a draft of a novel that now runs around 65,000 words and that I am still revising and from which I’ve sent out excerpts for publication. The point is the process. Getting used to putting words on paper, whatever may come of it.


This year is my second year to participate. My class, Gender and Literature, is spending much of November writing. They are to write a critical essay and some sort of literature. It is up to them whether to complete a lengthy, messy draft of something, or a more finished, and thus necessarily shorter draft. We will then read one another’s work and look at gender in this newly written literature. It should be fun.

Those who participate in NaNoWriMo know that you must average 1,667 words per day to reach the 50,000-word goal. I don’t know that I’ll make it this year. I have too much on my plate. But I did start today on a project I have tentatively titled “Beautiful Beginnings.” It will be made up entirely of journal entries by the two main characters. I began today by writing 3,193 words, 328 of which I’ve pasted below. For a little context, the writer of this journal entry is exploring a long term fascination with the number 28, and the numbers 4 and 7 that, when multiplied, make 28. Anyway, here you go:

I walked between home and school all through my four years of Elementary School. It was a long walk, so I had a lot of time to think. I would count to four, or sometimes eight, over and over in my head. I counted to four in my head a lot in those four years. And I would make short humming noises with each step. Four at a time. Hm. Hm. Hm. Hm. It was a tick that I sometimes still have to keep myself from doing. It started up again four months and four days ago. The whole day today I counted to four in my head. Sometimes hummed. Hm. Hm. Hm. Hm. Four steps at a time, just like in marching band during my four years in High School. Left. Right. Left. Right. Four steps and four beats at a time. For the four beats for every bar. Most music is structured four beats per bar, four bars at a time, and in sixteen-bar sets – four times four is sixteen, four times sixteen is sixty-four. I will never see sixty-four. You wouldn’t need me if I did reach sixty-four. There were four Beatles.

Four is a pretty common number. There are four corners of the earth. Four horsemen of the Apocalypse. Four Gospels. There are four sides to a square. Four seasons. For directions. North. South. East. West. In Buddhism, there are Four Noble Truths. I was forty-four, with the dash, when my life changed forever. The day was April 4, 2014: 4/4/14. I began my walk on August 8 – 8/8, two times four is eight. You were sixteen – four times four – when I changed your life forever. If you google “living homeless for dummies” you can find a wauzoo.com page with the picture of homeless man holding a sign that says “Family Kidnaped by Ninjas Need $4 Karate Lessons.” I need to try to get eight hours of sleep tonight. Two times four is eight.

ZooTV: A Paper from One Professor’s Past

by B. Lee Miller

I spent one semester (okay, maybe more) of my six years as an undergraduate uncertain what I wanted to do with my life. I transferred to a different school and took two courses I just wanted to take, courses I couldn’t afford to take at the much more expensive private university I had been attending: Psychology and Sociology. The Psychology course was the type that had over a hundred students in the class, where the professor just read from the book, and where we took tests over what the professor head read from the book. There was generally poor attendance (the professor didn’t take attendance), except on test days. The Sociology course had about twenty students in it and was taught by a graduate teaching assistant. We had a sociology textbook that looked, cost, and weighed about the same as the psychology textbook, but the course was approached more as a discussion course, which is more possible with 20 students than with 100.


In the Sociology course, we were asked to write a term paper in which we used basic terminology in the study of sociology to interpret some phenomenon. It just so happens that I had spent the last year and a half working at Hastings Books, Music, and Video, and that one video that had caught my attention was U2’s “Zoo TV: Live from Sydney.” That video was made of clips from the last leg of U2’s tour in support of “Achtung Baby,” and then “Zooropa,” which they wrote and recorded during the tour. Now, you have to understand, I was not a huge U2 fan. Yes, I liked “Joshua Tree” well enough, but I didn’t really get what all the fuss was about. When the film “Rattle & Hum” came out – panned for its seeming self-righteousness – I was in high school. I saw it in the theatres. People danced in the aisles. I liked it well enough, but parts of it have grown on me over the years. In any case, the response to that film and album (also titled “Rattle & Hum”) left U2 openly deciding it was time to go away for a while and “reinvent” themselves as a band. The result was “Achtung Baby” and the “Zoo TV” tour.


My brother bought me copy of “Achtung Baby” for my birthday. I listened to it. Like a lot of people, I thought, what is this? There was a mixture of dance, pop, rock, even some overtures to grunge. It was U2 plugged in and untamed (in an era when everyone was going onto MTV Unplugged). After listening to it once, I set it aside as…meh…. My response to “Zooropa” was even more tepid. It wasn’t until, out of boredom, that I rented “Zoo TV: Live from Sydney” that I discovered a real interest in what U2 was perhaps doing at the time. I was fascinated by the film and when given an opportunity to write a school paper on it – in a Sociology class – I took it.


During the first set, Bono appears on stage covered in black leather, his hair slicked back, and with large bug-eyed sun glasses. He is “The Fly,” from the song “The Fly,” and he’s standing back watching the stars fall because of one man’s lie, a blending of Bono’s struggle with his own faith, but also his own role as a pop star. But the first set also pushes back against the criticism of U2’s self-righteousness, as well as of their popularity. In both sound and lyric, dress and posturing, but also by taking to excess the very things they are criticized for, U2 pushes everyone back so that they can be alone on the stage, the only real insiders, even as the fans, who don’t realize they have been made outsiders, express their adulation. Messages are flashed across large TV screens as the band plays “The Fly”: Everything You Know is Wrong, This Is Not a Rehearsal, Taste is the Enemy of Art, BELIEVE, Religion is a Club, Silence = Death, Contradiction Is Balance, Watch More TV. The Fly then pauses for a brief monologue in which he comments that this is a rock-and-roll show, that “you haven’t come all the way out here to watch TV, now have ya’?” The songs that follow, mostly from “Achtung Baby” very clearly engage in cultural and religious discourse, attempting to provide a counter-culture stance from an, admittedly excessive mainstream perspective. Everyone’s an outsider.



However, lest their fans grow weary of being made outsiders, lest they become numb (In a later set, “Numb” becomes an anthem critiquing first-world political-military-economic exploitation of third-world peoples), U2 then walks a long path out into the middle of the crowd and plays an “unplugged” set that includes a cover of Lou Reed’s “Satellite of Love”: “I love to watch things on (Zoo) TV.” The Fly has removed his bug-eyes and turned back into Bono, just a regular guy singing about love, faith, hope, and regular people. But when they return to the stage, they blow things up again as they “Bullet the Blue Sky” and a have much larger than life visit on TV from Martin Luther King, Jr., clearly one of Bono’s heroes. Bono and U2 have welcomed their fans back into the fold as insiders celebrating hope. And then the stage goes dark.


When sound returns, we hear a Russian folk song and then the beginning of “Daddy’s Gonna Pay for Your Crashed Car.” Bono sits in a dressing room, outfitted in a gold suit, platforms, and gold horns, putting on lipstick – he is Mr. MacPhisto – while the rest of the band are on stage, dressed clean cut in uniforms – offspring of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. Fans are both insiders on the allusions, but also on the role of Mr. MacPhisto, which, ironically enough, is to keep the fans at bay. Mr. MacPhisto interrupts the encore with a monologue. Often he will make a call to the President of the United States, but tonight he calls a taxi to take him home. The operator hangs up on him. Mr. MacPhisto, the flashy gold symbol of the excesses of the stardom about which Bono and the ban are ambivalent, has no place in this world.


As Mr. MacPhisto listens to the beep, beep, beep after the operator has hung up, “Lemon” begins: “A man makes a picture/A moving picture/Through the light projected/He can see himself up close”; “A man builds a city/With banks and cathedrals/A man melts the sand so he can/See the world outside.” The Fly/Bono/Mr. MacPhisto/U2 have been the ultimate insiders, have reached the peak of stardom, only to discover that it’s awfully lonely up there on top, that the gold-sequined devil in the mirror has not future, and they are now struggling to be both outsiders and insiders at the same time, to keep their fans but keep them at arm’s length. It can’t be an accident that the final two songs are “With our Without You” and “Love Is Blindness.”


There’s a degree to which the whole concert (or clips of several concerts), caught on film, performs a cultural ritual, fulfilling the desires of the crowd while also keeping the crowd at a safe distance. In a sense, they have attempted to perform the carnival function (a sort of endorsed period of joyous reversing of serious ritual that especially targets representatives of institutional power), but find themselves both the subjects and objects of the critique (and preservation) of power distribution implicit in carnival. They are deeply conflicted, but seem to know it. They want to be adored, but they don’t want the criticism that always comes with adoration.


I still have that paper that I wrote for Sociology 1510 at the University of North Texas and turned in February 27, 1995. The written comments used words like “insightful” and “excellent writing skills.” The best comment, though, was in person, when my instructor said that the paper made him want to go out and watch the video. I wonder if he ever did.