I just got off the phone with about twenty fabulous people who happen to constitute the Steering Committee of HASTAC. We were supposed to have met in Ithaca a few weeks ago mainly to focus on the upcoming HASTAC Conference ( http://hastac2013.org/ ) to be held in Toronto, April 25-28, The Storm of Progress: New Horizions, New Narratives, New Codes. Well, thanks to Hurricane Sandy, we had to put of what would have been a great meeting at the Cornell Society for the Humanities organized by wonderful Tim Murray (also on the Steering Committee). So, today, we had a make-up session, in the form of the dreaded W E B I N A R.
It was delightful. I don't know a more caring, fun, exciting, innovative group---and the good news for HASTAC is that this upcoming conference promises to be spectacular. Submissions are in and here are some numbers: over 200 submissions plus 22 separate panel proposals. 87 papers, 18 art and other performances, 33 lightning talks, 13 project demos . . . and a whole, exciting "guerrilla maker space." It's going to take place both at TIFF, where the Toronto International FIlm Festival airs, and at York University. http://www.yorku.ca/web/about_yorku/ Caitlin Fisher, York University, and Maureen Engel, University of Alberta, are our conference leads. And it all sounds like it is going to be as creative, fun, daring, original, and inspiring as past HASTAC gatherings have been.
We'll be getting out information soon about registration and we hope you will all register soon. It's going to be another HASTAC conference, eh? Bring your passport, and start the countdown to another fabulous event! A storm is blowing from Paradise, as Walter Benjamin says, or at least from Toronto . . .
This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past.
Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe that keeps
piling ruin upon ruin and hurls it in front of his feet.
The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed.
But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings
with such violence that the angel can no longer close them.
The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned,
while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.
-- Walter Benjamin