‘From the outside the ‘blogosphere’ looks like a self-indulgent pool of slush that wouldn’t get past the usual filters’. David Weinberger.
I see it like this (so does he). Dandelion seeds that you allow to blow away in the wind.
The pictures of these seeds in the grass need some work .. and possibly a different lens.
All I need now is a picture of a pomegranate turned inside out. That’s the way I see the creation of content for the social network. Though flicking the seeds out into cyberspace or bashing the fruit with a kitchen roller might be as apt.
Delighted to have found somewhere to stay in Milton Keynes.
It is extraordinary that people live such lovely lives, the privilege of the commute being a short walk over a field, from village to Central Business District in minutes. This isn’t the Britain I have ever known – a 79 mile commute being one of the worst, cattle-trucks in from South London even worse. But I’ve done the ‘weekly border’ having once been in Penrith while my fiance was in Paris for six months. Sleeping away from home is part of me of course, having had boarding school from the age of 8 I perhaps find it easy to get used to?
Of course the OU Campus is a strange beast, each Faculty a bright sparkly building set in its own grounds each building a short walk apart from the other. If it weren’t for the speed bumps to slow the traffic down (people come in by car in their thousands) I’d imagine golf-carts to be the required way to move around.
But do you much? Your faculty is your home.
My home once again has connections with the university, mother and daughter work there. This does not need to be a point of conversation at home, I have the Masters in Open and Distance Education to complete for a start and instead of talking about the OU I am delightfully engaged in conversations on the medical effect of what we eat. I find myself creeping back towards soya milk and muesli and away from coffee and biscuits.
For someone who typically blogs a thousand words a day I’ve been unusual quiet.
The pressure on my mind is considerable. If I find myself near a keyboard over the bank holiday I may catch up, though my inclination is to head for the sea.
This isn’t to say I’m not writing a thousand words an hour; that would be an exaggeration, but I find that 60 emails a day (sent), half this number received, contributions to Yammer an OU Twitter like feed and the various minutes and reports that I’m writing quite easily makes up the number.
As I will often tell people, the best contribution to my career was a touch-typing course at Oxford College of Education.
I’ll become a poor-weather blogger.
Meanwhile what I have to say has gone into note pads. I’ve filled a 80 pad shorthand notepad, both sides.
This contains a good deal of ‘Everything is Miscellaneous’ and all that I wanted from ‘Use of Blogs.’
How I would have preferred both on my Kindle, all this note taking reduced to highlighting, my ideas saved or shared immediately, and the entire thing now at the edit stage. Instead I’ll have to write it all out. I find my concentration wavers if I transcribe stuff, or more likely I feel inclined to add yet further notes and thoughts.
Meanwhile, perhaps sensibly going for paper rather than technology, I have ‘The Social Life of Information’ (2002) John Seely Brown and Paul Duguid to enjoy, ‘The Cluetrain Manifesto’ (2007) Rick Levine et al and ‘E-moderating’ (2005) Gilly Salmon. My perfect Bank Holiday would be to take these to sea – sail across the English Channel, a few days in French Ports. As crew, this way I can read, all that fresh air, with occasional moments of physical agitation.