I’ve just discovered a new resource and I am loving it. Check out Sketchfab (account is free) and see how you can search all of the uploads there. I grabbed the embed code and dropped this straight into my blog post – it does all of the attribution for me.
Last year the place I work was restructured and my post as a learning technologist was made redundant. However, there was a post in the new structure with more responsibility and more money, which I applied for. So since January 4th of this year, I’ve been working as a Good Practice Adviser – a brand new post and one I’ve been able to make my own.
As it was a new post, that meant that after all these years working for the UofG I was back on probation for six months, and my director noted that this would end on July 4th – how apt. This week he told me that he’d signed the forms to confirm to HR that I’d passed my probation, so that’s me now with my L plates off and ready for our official service launch on July 12th as the Learning Enhancement & Academic Development Service (LEADS) when we’ll be running drop in sessions throughout the day. All UofG staff and students are very welcome to come along.
A week of reflection. Finding that friends were hurting and we didn’t know. Knowing that I’d been hurt as well. What to do? What to think? What to say?
A slogan from Terry jingling around in my head resulted in the above poem.
A conversation yesterday to help others with their research gave further chance to pause and reflect on some of the highs and lows of some of my more recent online interactions …
Being told my philosophy is not worth considering
Friends remixing and enhancing my words and images and sharing them with the world
Being told I was only worth befriending as a means to meeting other friends
A friend inviting me into their Digital Lighthouse
Discovering that other "researchers" had stolen our research
Friends liking and retweeting the things I make and write
Seeing some writing pulled apart maliciously
Friends annotating some of my writing in Hypothes.is
Postcards from friends dropping through my letterbox and cheering my soul
The anticipation of each new Daily Create
Sharing photos for Silent Sunday
A kind soul listening and helping me to find a better skin for Mastodon
I could go on, and on, and on with these acts of kindness ...
So is it worth it? Well, it’s not a cost-benefit analysis, but I am happy to have all of the friends that I have, and I will try to ampen, not dampen – to celebrate all the wonderful things I see online, and ignore those that I think are less wonderful. Here’s the poem again as hieroglyphics for today’s Daily Create.
What are the status of hashtags? Are they things that can be owned by individuals or groups of individuals? Once I have laid claim to one, can I request, or even demand, that other users follow whichever rules I have decided apply? Can a group (explicitly or implicitly) come up with a set of rules or conventions that apply to tweets containing a particular hashtag? I was prompted to think about these questions during a Twitter conversation that begun after a discussion about whether remixing a stranger’s words, or images, was something we’d do. A tweet by Wendy left me thinking of tweets to a hashtag as being a signal that a person might be open to a conversation. Here’s the conversation a few of us had about that this morning.
I was going to do something clever for this Daily Create, but as I was working it out I looked around and saw both cats posed perfectly in my study. So I grabbed my camera and quickly took these photos – see how Cagney turns into a cushion and then into Lacey?
It’s a funny old day … in a not funny at all sort of way. A weak and wobbly bigot is teaming up with some truly awful abominations, and all we can do is sit and watch. It looks as if a second referendum is off the table, at least for now, and I’ve had a nursery rhyme knocking around in my head all day:
The lion and the unicorn
Were fighting for the crown
The lion beat the unicorn
All around the town.
Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum cake
and drummed them out of town.*
So at lunchtime I wandered over to the main building and took some pics of my old friends there.
Watch out, England. This unicorn is not giving up yet.
* The Lion and the Unicorn are the heraldic symbols of England and Scorland