Look among the titles in the banner of this site (underneath the picture of a teen me balancing a beer bottle on my head) and you’ll find “McLuhan ’67,” a scholarly goof I wrote in 1984 for the Tufts University student journal Omnibus.
I’ve edited out some of the most sophomoric sentences (I was actually a senior at the time), but I find the research is still useful, and it demonstrates my life-long interest in McLuhan better than anything I could start writing now.
Some of my wordplay (in the unabashed style of McLuhan, to whom all was pun and subtext) is so audacious it makes me wince with awe at my younger brain.
I grew up on college campuses, and from when I was in kindergarten until second or third grade I can’t remember seeing a coffee table in my parents’ social circle that didn’t have a Marshall McLuhan book upon it. My father, on account of hthe marionette productions he did of Greek plays, was interviewed by McLuhan for the journal Counterblast.
I’m still a devoted McLuhan fan. Tremendous material on him is still being released, from the bonus interviews included in the DVD version of the 2007 documentary McLuhan’s Wake to the 2003 collection Understanding Me: Lectures and Interviews (edited by Stephanie McLuhan and David Staines, MIT Press).