ABSTRACT
One cool September evening in Crested Butte, the fall of 1997, I remember sitting at a dinner table with Dana Atchley and a number of friends who had assembled at the annual Digital Storytelling Festival. Someone asked what makes a story, a digital story, and what makes a person, a digital storyteller. “Why define it,” Dana said, “whoever wants to call themselves a digital storyteller, well that’s fine with me.” Dana was ecumenical about the community of Digital Storytelling, but I always felt, perhaps from my lefty days, that a movement without a theory, or at least a point of view, was not a movement.
