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Weblogging

Share stuff

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I don’t know how Blogshares works. I don’t know how the stock market works so this isn’t terribly surprising. However, Blogshares is a bit of fun, isn’t it?

I’ve been gifted with shares by Indie Pundit, have figured out how to give shares with my first gift to Dorothea, and have had Brad Choate and Gary Turner buy shares in Burningbird. I’ve also bought some shares in other weblogs. Including Dorothea’s. Yes, D. I do own you.

Bwahahahahahah!

As Dorothea would say, “WOot!”

(Is that right? WOot?)

I’ve made money, too. Currently I’m the fourth best player for May. Considering that I have no idea what I’m doing, this will most likely change. In the meantime, I think I’ll have a little fun.

So, what do I do next? Anyone want some shares in BB?

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Weblogging

You’re here today because…

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Today is May first, and the reason why you’re here now (other than I hope you like what I write, my photos, or that the Google search that brought you here isn’t too weird) is because generous and sharing people answered a call from another good friend and contributed to keep this weblog and my web sites alive.

As a thank you, I wanted to give all of you shares in Burningbird in Blogshares, but I haven’t been able to figure out how this works. So I thought I would give you all virtual shares, and to let you know that you’re all now a part of the Burningbird Shareholder’s Association.

I’d like to say that membership gets you special privileges, but you already have access to my writing, my photographs, my technology, my RSS feed, and my return regard.

I don’t want to get maudlin and mushy and teary, because the water will put out the flame and it’s a bitch to get going again. But I did want to say that the support I received from all of you went way beyond just the monetary help. I’m not sure if you’ll all ever know how much this meant to me. All I can say is, thank you. Thank you for your support online, in my comments, helping me keep Burningbird running, and most of all, for stopping by, spending some time with me.

Thank you.

AKMA

Allan Moult

Andrew Barnett

Dan Ehrlich

David Weinberger

Dorothea Salo

Doug Alder

Elaine of Kalilily

Eric Grevstad

Gary Turner

George Kelly

Greg Valiga

Greg Webster

Jeff Ward

Jeneane Sessum

Jonathon Delacour

Joey deVilla

Karin Kross

Karl Martino

Kevin Marks

Laura Melton

Lee Harris

Lisa Firke

Liz Lawley

Loren Webster

Language Hat

Mark Wallace

Michael Himsolt

Michelle Goodrich

Norm Jenson

Pem

Paul Freeman

Robert Brown

Scott Hanson

Shannon Campbell

Sheila Lennon

Steve Himmer

The Happy Tutor

Tom Shugart

And to the others who asked to remain anonymous…

Thanks gang. You’re the best.

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Web

RSS: The Sledge-o-matic of markup

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Long time no talk about RSS. I’m overdue.

Thanks to a pointer from Sam, I read The article Why Blogs haven’t stormed the business world. According to it, the reason why more weblogs aren’t in use today is because it’s too difficult to move content from one tool to another:

The greatest problem, however, is not the limitations of the front end of this software, but rather what goes on behind the curtain, so to speak. As bloggers add content to their sites, the programs update and store HTML pages in a collection of directories spread throughout a Web site. Each tool has its own directory structure, its own names for the archives it compiles of past postings, its own method of updating each page.

That way lies trouble. While the actual pages in a blog may be simple HTML, the sum total of elements in a blog is a giant heap of files and folders understood only by the tool a blogger is using at present. What would happen if you were to switch tools tomorrow? With even the simplest blogs, many users would be daunted by the need to move files, change directories, get the new tools to hook up with the old. In short, each new tool would break your current blog. There simply is no portability under the current structure.

What an idiot.

I’ve spent the last few years helping organizations integrate from products as diverse as Peoplesoft, Oracle Financials, Blue Martini, and Vignette. Compared to this, transforming the content from something such as Radio or Blogger to Moveable Type is a piece of cake. What’s difficult for the individual who has no programming expertise is nothing to a junior programming with a little time, and a good, not great, knowledge of Perl or Python or Java or half a dozen other languages. Not only that, but any weblogging tool worth anything has developed export and import procedures between their products and others.

How many people have ported their pages from one weblogging tool to another? The key is an import mechanism, not a format.

According to the author, if all the tools would just agree to use RSS as the import/export mechanism, all of our problems would be solved:

 

In fact, the answer may be at hand. The RSS protocol, mentioned above, is used to tell reader programs where to find a blog. Why not use the same technology to tell blog software how to pick up the entire contents of a blog and integrate or repurpose those contents? In effect, the XML standard for structured Web data could be used as a uniform way to transform each tool’s blog into another’s, in order to hand off control. Not only would this avoid a knowledge disaster in the long term, but it would encourage blog sharing and collaboration in the near term.

 

What XML standard? XML itself isn’t a standard, but at least there is only one consistent implementation of it. RSS consists of multiple specifications, some of which are controlled by one company, and another of which is controlled by a bunch of people through a Yahoo news group. And, as we saw recently, what should be a simple, hierarchical syndication/aggregation format is the focus of numerous techno wars, which doesn’t make sense because it’s nothing more than a simple, brain dead data model.

Well, it is until we start mucking around with it. Trying to use it for everything and anything, as if we have to justify the time we’ve spent talking about it, working with it, tweaking it.

Hello RSS people! When will you be done?

I think what annoyed me the most about the article, not just the fact that now we’re going to have yet again another round of tweaks and talks and nasty asides on “RSS as intra-blog transformation meta-language”, is the author’s statement:

 

I’ll leave it to the experts to iron-out the specifics. At some point, the community of coders will have to realize that adding more and more features to blogs won’t fix the problem of organizing and disseminating all the content piling up in the unfinished basement below. This problem should be addressed before the blog becomes the blob.

 

Clueless. Absolutely and completely clueless.

There! That satisfied my RSS weblogging need for at least another few months.

 

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Just Shelley

Smile

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I get excited at the thought of school and then the cold hard reality of what school means sets in: sitting in small seats in stuffy rooms, taking tests, writing papers, financial paperwork, and the other assorted sundry less positive aspects of academia. Such as grades. Especially grades.

Of course, this must be balanced against interesting discussions on fascinating topics with bright people, professors who inspire and challenge, and the encouragement, nay expectation, to explore the boundaries of one’s capability.

However, not all schools are the same, and if I were living in the Pacific Northwest again, there would be no difficulty in knowing where I would go to school — Evergreen State College. This college was recently listed among the 100 hidden college gems by Jay Mathews at the Washington Post, who wrote:

 

In keeping with the individualistic traditions of the Pacific Northwest, the 4,000 undergraduates are required to create their own course of study on this lovely campus. Dorothy Hay, a counselor at Liberty High School in Issaquah, near Seattle, said Evergreen State is famous for its refusal to give standard grade.

Years ago when I finished my first two years at the community college, I applied to and was accepted at Central Washington University, the University of Washington, and Evergreen. CWU was close to family, UW was big and had prestige, and then there was Evergreen — Washington’s experimental college.

With Evergreen, rather than sign up for courses, you sign up for a program. The programs for an undergraduate degree associated with writing might include ones as diverse as “Baseball: More than a Game” and “Image Conscious: The Emergence of Self in Early Modern Europe from Shakespeare to the Enlightenment”. For instance, after taking a simple online survey, (try it for yourself), I was presented with several possible programs that most likely would be of interest to me, including:

 

Labyrinths
The Folk: Power of an Image
Nature, Nurture, Nonsense
Our Place in Nature
Perception
Recognition: The Politics of Human Exchange
Light

To give you an idea of what a program is like, the description for Light is:

 

This program is a two-quarter interdisciplinary study of light. We will explore light in art, art history, science and mythology. All students will work in the art studio and study how artists have thought about and expressed light in their work. They will also explore the interaction of light with matter in the classroom as well as in the laboratory, and explore the physiology of light in the human body. This integrated program is designed for students who are willing to explore both art and science.

Our weekly schedule will include studio and science labs, specific skill workshops, lectures and seminars.

During winter, we will focus on skill building in art and lab science and on library research methods. During spring, each student will have the opportunity to design an interdisciplinary individual or group project exploring a topic related to the theme of light.

A typical week for a student will consist equally between traditional lecture, hands on lab experience, group efforts, individual research and effort, and off-campus work at other colleges and businesses or out in the field. Classes are just as likely to be held in the forest or a coffee shop, as they are within a regular, traditional classroom.

Instead of following a preset academic plan, you must work with counselors to create your own. Students are expected to take responsibility in developing their course of study, and to actively participate in all of their programs. No passive sitting in the back of the class. No once a week meeting with a disinterested counselor where you show a bit of work.

Rather than a grade system, you’re evaluated according to the standards established at the beginning of the program, and this evaluation could come from members of the community as much as teachers and fellow students. There is no ‘grading on the curve’, and no advantage to the quick reader at Evergreen. If anything, you’re judged against your own expectations and efforts.

Of course, years ago, I was heady from obtaining High Honors in my two years at the community college and the thought of attending a university without a system that awarded academic excellence gave me pause. I wanted my Dean’s List. I wanted my magna cum laude. I liked the idea of competing with my other classmates for that thin line at the end of the bell curve. I was shallow. I was typical.

Still, I visited the campus before making my decision. I was married at the time, and since my husband had a job in a library in Yakima, the plan was that I would live in a dorm while attending college, coming home on weekends and holidays. Based on this, the school assigned me a student as a guide to dorm living when I came for my walk through.

The guide was a nice young woman who was serenely friendly, helpful, and informative. The afternoon in her company was very pleasant except for one thing: she had this Mona Lisa smile planted on her face the entire time she showed me around. It didn’t waver, for a moment; not to full toothy smile, or to no smile at all.

The campus did allow some caged pets such as fish, reptiles, and birds. I asked her if this would include my snake*. Oh yes, she said. Snakes were allowed.

“It’s a rather large snake”, I said.

Not a problem, as long as I didn’t let it loose in the rest of the dorm, I could have a snake as big as I wanted.

“Really? I mean my snake is a boa constrictor, and stretches at least six feet long”, I mentioned, my eyes glued to her face, waiting and watching for the least break in her composure.

Sure. As long as its cage could fit into my room, the school didn’t care.

“I have to feed it weekly.”

Smile.

“It only eats live food.”

Smile.

“I feed it small bunny rabbits and large rats.”

Smile.

Ultimately I retired, defeated. In the end I’m not sure if it was the lack of a traditional academic environment, or that guide’s smile that made me decide to attend CWU instead of Evergreen.

*In the interest of open disclosure, I did not have a snake. However, I once had an iguana named Horatio (after the Horatio Hornblower series), and a chameleon named Godzilla.

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Writing

Or I could study linguistics

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What better way to get to the root of humanity’s global unconsciousness than studying linguistics. Combine this with humanity’s earliest attempts at communication and one can find the true root of male and female interaction, as explored in Cave Linguistica by David Salo: “Og like Nala”, “Me deer”, “Tiger eat Og deer, me smash”, and “Nala want eat deer Og kill?”.

This pivotal work has now been published in audio book format by Aquarionics, in a style strongly reminiscent of Alistair Cooke, somewhat mixed in with Crocodile Hunter.

May we hope to see further delightful collaborations of this nature in the future.