Counting What Counts

lightbulbI am an eager learner, critical thinker, and sensitive communicator with a fervent desire to do work that matters. I believe in the value of inter-disciplinary collaboration for building, remixing, and extending theory, and constructing comprehensive, practical responses to multi-faceted, real world challenges. My methods are mixed, my style is collegial, and my aim is to support youths’ development.

How I got here is an easy story to tell. My loving parents, both caregivers by profession (dentist father, social worker-turned-housewife-turned-social worker mother), raised my two siblings and me in a town populated by “have’s.” While there were and still are richer folks financially, few have access to our community’s social capital – at least, that’s what both Reverend Jesse Jackson and then-President Bill Clinton said during their separate visits to my high school during my senior year. Later, as a college freshman enrolled in a sociology course entitled “Social Inequality: Race, Class, and Power,” I read Jonathan Kozol’s landmark book Savage Inequalities (1991), which pitted the privileges enjoyed by students in my town against the deprivations endured by students in East St. Louis, where schools couldn’t afford toilet paper. This made an impression. So too did my realization that, beyond creature comforts and access to power, I was given emotionally responsive contexts, both at home and at school, in which to grow safely and love freely. I became a Social Policy major because I knew such gifts were not my right, I was just born lucky; or perhaps such gifts are everyone’s right, and “luck” should be taken out of the equation.

For the past 10+ years, I have designed, delivered, and assessed curricula to support youths’ learning; importantly, these curricula facilitate not just cognitive development, but social and emotional development as well. With the support of my polymathic advisor, Dr. Henry Jenkins, and diverse university institutions — e.g., USC Joint Educational Project, USC Institute for Multimedia Literacy, USC Annenberg Innovation Lab, USC Shoah Foundation, and USC Impact Games — my interdisciplinary, community-focused work has been applied to educational settings in Los Angeles and around the world. My specific research interests include:

  • Empathy and social and emotional learning;
  • Interactive, inquiry-driven pedagogy and assessment (e.g., connected learning, participatory learning, experiential learning, participatory action research);
  • Productive problem-solving across no-tech, low-tech, and high-tech contexts (e.g., media literacy, new media literacies, digital citizenship); and
  • Powerful play (e.g., impact games, experimentation and improvisation for discovery).

Because I care about both maximizing the effectiveness of educational interventions and richly understanding program-related change, assessment is incredibly important to me. Twenty-first century skills, which I have identified in my publications as new media literacies (NMLs) plus social and emotional learning skills (SELs), are what I have sought to theorize, teach, and assess (see Felt & Rideau, 2012; Felt, Vartabedian, Literat, & Mehta, 2012; Vartabedian & Felt, 2012). Recently, I adapted the NMLs from a list of 12 discrete skills to a list of 6 paired skills, and then identified which NML pair plus two SELs collectively represent a characteristic of digital citizenship (see www.laurelfelt.org/skill-composites). The programs I have co-designed and evaluated (e.g., Sunukaddu 2.0, Explore Locally Excel Digitally, Summer Sandbox, PLAYing Outside the Box) outreach to educators and students via professional development and developmentally-appropriate curricula, respectively, and utilize both participatory learning strategies and media-making to enhance 21st century skill proficiency.
I always use mixed methods to study impacts, including pre-mid-post surveys, ethnographic field notes, interviews or focus groups, and analysis of participants’ works.

But for the past two years, I also have expanded my assessment toolkit in order to recognize traditionally overlooked data, which my co-authors and I have termed “cultural beacons” (CBs). CBs are culturally-embedded, user-defined measures for understanding communicative meaning(s), components, and sites of change; they illuminate (as beacons do) unique features of people and places (Felt, Dura, & Singhal, in press; Dura, Felt, & Singhal, 2012). Detecting CBs requires researchers’ sensitive listening and informed observation, made possible through respectful community partnerships and participatory methodologies. Accordingly, I embraced participatory action research with the PLAY! project, and am using this approach for conceptualizing my dissertation, “A Face is Worth a Thousand Words: Using Badges to Train Teachers in Non-verbal Sensitivity and Improvisation.” This dissertation investigates if/how training novice teachers in non-verbal sensitivity and improvisation impacts both the proliferation and management of “teachable moments” — critical points when students are poised to meaningfully learn because they perceive a connection between their studies and their lives. Crucially, this teacher training will be administered online via an original curriculum that uses digital badges to impact social and subjective norms, support community-building, and celebrate the journey.

In terms of my career, I am committed to keeping my mind and options open, for life (I hope!) is long and the world is ever changing. Because I love teaching and conducting research to enrich educational programs, I could remain in academia. I also could continue to provide consulting services for organizations domestic and foreign, based in the West, Far East, and Global South, who register as non-profit, for-profit, and governmental. To 20+ organizations over the years, I have delivered: curriculum and assessment development; training and professional development; program evaluation; media literacy for children and families; children’s media research; and impact game consulting. As long as we care to better support our children’s healthy development and expand their opportunities, there will be work for me to do, and I will want to do it.

Flow-going


I leave for India tomorrow.

I was supposed to leave last Thursday. And then this past Tuesday. And then the day after tomorrow. Now it’s tomorrow. Tomorrow it is.

I was supposed to write and edit a book chapter back in March. Then pushed it to April. May. Late May. Wrote through early June. Will finish it today. Has to be today.

Yet this morning, instead of setting down to edit, I began revamping this website.* Why? Rebelliousness? Lack of discipline? Divine inspiration? Perhaps a bit of all three, plus a dose of pragmatism. If you hadn’t heard, I leave tomorrow (used to be the day after tomorrow, but not anymore. Tomorrow it is). I plan to blog from abroad and will publicize this website’s presence to my network (677 friends on Facebook, 141 connections on LinkedIn, 814 spammers eager to promote chest fat loss and colon cleanses, among other gems).

So sometimes plans change — whether due to whim or necessity, sometimes plans change. And so I must go with the flow. My uptake of flow-going? Slow-going. Yesterday I fumed about my lack of control. Today I despair of this wrench in the work gears that I threw in myself.

Maybe that’s why I study the primary skills, basic competencies that help us remain agile in a digitally integrated, socially connected world of constant change. I may say that it’s for the children, but maybe what I’m really trying to do is save myself. Maybe that’s all that scholarship boils down to, oddballs’ attempts to figure out and fix themselves…

My mission is to internalize the lessons I teach, faithfully practice what I preach. I’d like to transition more gracefully, frame more positively, live more serenely, accepting and celebrating the flow, the now, the unexpected, the uncontrollable, as lately spoken of and consciously practiced by Krissy and Arian, Lindsay, Meg, Geetha, Sarah, Arvind, and my beloved mama.

India is the perfect place to embrace this challenge: birthplace of Buddhism, site of terrific tumult. This, and so many other reasons, make me lucky, so lucky… While I’m boarding a Lufthansa flight tomorrow (used to be Continental, then British Airways, but now it’s Lufthansa), I’m going with the flow today. And hopefully tomorrow… and the day after tomorrow… and the one after that…

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Patterns

You have to listen for them. They’re there.

I was blessed back in 1998 (to be technical, I’ve been blessed every day before and since, but anyway) when I was cast in Northwestern University’s Titanic Players and began to study improv. I could wax for hours in pretentious, art-meets-philosophy mumbojumbo-speak about how improv is life, but I’ll spare us all the trouble. You’re welcome.*

Laura and I go back to 1996, a coupla north suburban Chicago speech team kids diving into the dysfunctional waters of the National Forensics Tournament in Fayetteville, NC… We were also teammates on Titanic. Last night, I saw Laura improvise with Chet Watkins in New York City. And while I’m far from my collegiate crisp salad days in Titanic, far even from my mid-20’s wilted greens days in Valid Hysteria, I like to think I’ve still got the eye, or the ear, for improv.

Patterns were everywhere.

The great improvisers recognize a pattern’s potential with the second element aired, and cement it for the rest of us with number three. Decent improvisers respect number three.  Greatness again can be achieved or avoided in what you do with it. The greats play the pattern, just play out the game the pattern delivers, so simple, so satisfying. The less great complicate; they deny the pattern, think they’re better, more clever than the pattern…

Let’s not get too technical, that really isn’t the point. Laura and I talked about her show a bit as we trekked out to Brooklyn, then switched to relationships.** We talked about me and mine, her and hers, our friends and theirs. Was it the priming device of improv that night, or the cognitive framework of improv in general, that influenced our perspectives? Laura called out the first one, a doozy, that.

Patterns were everywhere.

I’ll let you in on a little secret: Fundamentally, improv isn’t really about patterns… not really. Improv is about listening. I foreshadowed it in the first paragaph, saying you had to listen for em. You see how I did that? :-)

Our challenge, then, is to listen. You do need a little savvy to distinguish the pattern from the noise. Sure. But if you’re not listening in the first place, you won’t pick up on a blessed thing — nothing. It’s all a bewildering, limitless expanse, no knowing what’s coming next, no smart way to accommodate.

In The Tipping Point, Gladwell disclosed how telegraph operators analyzed enemy communications. This is separate from Bletchley Park, Alan Turing, the Enigma machine, all of that. Regular old telegraph operators learned their counterparts’ “fist,” or the unique signature with which they communicated — their pressure and tempo on the telegraph keys, as well as the expansiveness and pacing of their interpersonal chatter. While the Allied listeners didn’t know precisely what the Axis operators were saying, they knew which unique communicator was doing the talking. Gladwell likened this to a relationship’s DNA, an ingrained communication style shaping each interchange — a dynamic. A pattern.

So what are we going to do with it? How do we achieve greatness? To what extent are our personal and interpersonal patterns inescapable? Where is innovation possible, advisable, not just a (doomed?) vanity project of proving one’s “extraordinariness,” and where do we surrender to the pattern and play it out (or exit stage left)?

Tonight I’ll take in Meg‘s improv show with The Baldwins. Meg has been one of my best friends since 1994, and thanks to her and her fiance, my car stereo/heart is richer by two CD’s (lady power mix and sad country, respectively). Wonder if/how we’ll hear the patterns… and what we’ll do next.

*I happen to believe that improv is life, and improv’s approaches to good playing could be embraced as approaches to good living (shouldn’t life be lived playfully, afterall?). But then maybe you’ll come back with an example of how yoga or guitar-playing is life and I just really don’t want to get into it. ;-)

**See, this is where long-form improvisers would chime in, Improv is relationships!

Renewal

You know how they say, What once was old is new again?

Today I (re)visited Tufts University’s Eliot-Pearson Department of Child Development, site of my 2004-2006 MA studies. How lucky I am to have worked with such wise and caring teachers, who generously shared their time: over a cup of tea in Ball Square (thank you, Martha!); in the director’s office of my white knight, the Eliot-Pearson Children’s School (thank you, Maryann and Debbie!); to and from Powderhouse Square’s Dunkin Donuts (thank you, Chip!); and in the car of a friendly GTA passerby (thank you, David and girl whose name I can’t remember!).

I’ve assembled their valuable words of advice for us all to process and enact in real life. Their implicit meta-message: Don’t lose heart. The object lesson in this homecoming: Don’t lose people.

-Life has phases and cultures have orientations. Our youthful, Western passions may fade with time and/or never attain such manifestation/idealization elsewhere. Recognize and celebrate changes across the lifespan.
-Certain academic departments do value applied work and can allow young parents to survive.
-Activities should be evaluated in terms of their cost-benefit to professional and personal matters.
-Academia offers June, July, and August (plus Winter Break!). While you have to work hard eight months of the year, those three-ish months off are a beautiful thing. So is being paid to think…
-At certain academic departments, you can clearly understand expectations, affably negotiate politics, and ruthlessly set limits regarding work time and personal time.
-Writing time and personal time should be deliberately scheduled and conscientiously respected.
-It is important that the university not only appreciates but values your work. Without the attachment of meaningful value, people-pleasers must say “no.”
-Following your passion will lead you where you’re meant to go.
-Invoking your passion by asking “How does this relate to my key priority/area of interest?” should be regularly done so as to ensure both its pursuit and your sole participation in significant projects that advance your agenda.
-Appreciate contextual features that influence your work’s impact. Be realistic.

Also shared time with dear friends from back in the day, who have vitally remained my friends to this day, and don’t show signs of stopping. Thanks to old friends of friends (Tim), old friends (Jenn, Yali, Geetha, Erika, Kelli), old friends out of context (Meg, Meryl), newer friends out of context (Jinah), new friends (Christina, Emily, Julie, “Mussels”), and the old friends who will variously host and entertain me in the Big Apple (Laura, Jordan, Marci, Ed, Lucy, Meg, Happy, Waylon, Willie, the Griffiths, the Andersons, Arian, Krissy, Olive Joon, and Ivy Shireen).

Lately feeling like things are coming full circle… or like I’m on one of those spiral staircases, looping back to the origin, but happen to be up a level. Let it be so.

I’m old(er) but I’m new again.

Awakenings

Sleep and time and conversation… Those are my healers, the restorative balms for my battle-weary soul, the shapers of my amorphous muddle. I’m awake again. After an insomniac week, a coupla night–>noon sleep binges, several rich talks with beloved buddies*, I’m awake. I’m awake.

I’ve been staying in my old apartment, in my old room, for the past four days (who says you can’t go home again?) and just realized that the internet network password, which I had staunchly insisted was invalid!, had, indeed, been valid, quite valid, valid the whole time, just case-sensitive. Can you believe I never tried it with an uppercase initial letter? That’s a no-brainer. But never did. Never tried. Assumed my intel was faulty or my computer impaired. (To be technical, the intel was a smidgen faulty since it hadn’t been texted to me in its case-sensitive glory, nor scrawled on the refrigerator whiteboard as such, but still… And my computer sometimes does hate a local network, but still… Still.) Aren’t you just boonswoggled by the metaphorical weight of this? Assumed the worst. Ignored innovation. Smugly suffered. Doesn’t that sound like most Greek tragedies, and everybody’s foreign policy?

Now, “the glass is half-full” rejoinder would be: But I’ve woken up! I’m out-of-the-box-thinking, humility-remembering, lesson-learning-for-next-timing! And I’ve got another day and a half to enjoy super smooth Internet stylings!

True. Good. Excessively beating your breast is just as self-absorbed as assuming everyone else is wrong but you. (Not that self-indulgence is so alien around these parts. I offer the name of my domain as Exhibit A, the fact of this blog’s existence as Exhibit B…) Hopefully, in my re-engagement with the world around me, I operate a bit wiser, negotiate a trifle better, enriched for having gone on this journey. I think such a thing possible. I might sense a little more perspective… We’re all just people trying our best. Just people. Love us before it’s too late. (That’s the truth Mom and I independently discovered and exchanged two days ago. “Make sure to enjoy your life” is the nugget my dad shared tonight.)

I recently welcomed a friend to the prologue of the next chapter. But it wasn’t just his** and mine — it’s mine and mine. Mine and all of ours. This is a post-quals world, right? Post-May. Pre-summer. Pleine d’opportunite, as they’d say in French. Six em!, as we’d cry to the Pop-o-Matic bubble…

Onward.

*from a distance: Mom, Jim, Rebecca, and Mark; in the flesh: Geetha, Jinah, Jenn
**he, who is just a person, a person trying his best, like the rest of us