Everything that does not have a home, just a big old stinking pile of posts.
I love this framed print, it’s in my office now. I am fairly sure it was something my ex found as we did yard sales in Scottsdale, she was super good at finding such treasures. “How The West Was Lost” is just dripping with symbolism and icons and mostly irony. All the stuff I love.You’ve […]
A cowboy made of snow showed up on my deck on January 6. He was not much of a smiler. Over the next 11 days, Ole Grumpy (as I called ) him, lost his clothes, then blew up in weight (from a later snow), but then started wasting away. By yesterday morning, he was gone. […]
It’s not the first time I lost my head, hopefully not the last. But DS106 is an infectious lovely parasite that for a few of us… well at least me, is something I cannot shake. Heck it got me buying a poncho on Amazon to play my part. I’ve had a blast doing up nine, […]
Ok, I am putting a ton of time into setting up stuff for Western 106, and it’s eating in my time to even do some stuff (what are those, excuses?). Part of Unit 1: Blog Riding Camp was written to have participants explore some short form stories, from either TV shows, short fiction, radio shows, […]
I’m not sure as a kid if I ever uttered the “I want to grow up to be a cowboy” line (maybe Mom listened to Waylon and Willie). How would a suburban Baltimore kid in the 1970s even get the idea? Easy. TV. I’m digging back in the memory layers for what I might have […]
I’ve been so busy trying to get Western DS106 set up, making up personas, doing videos, I have not done a lick of work from Blog Riding Camp. People of the west don’t have much use for excuses. So I am done. So I am shooting some blog bullets as an intro. The first 2.5 […]
At this time almost five years ago, the first open DS106 was launching. One of the early readings then was Gardner Campbell’s seminal A Personal Cyberinfrastructue (the fuel of the idea that became Domain of One’s Own) along with a suggestion to watch Gardner’s 2009 OpenEd talk No Digital Facelifts: Thinking the Unthinkable About Open […]
That toy hammer in the photo above belonged to my Dad. It’s handle is worn wood, and the tiny hammer is corroded metal (metal toys are long passé). I question my own memory; I seem to have this story that he gave it to me when I was young. That’s possible. But a competing memory […]
Serendipity would have no magic if it did not sneak up on you and lovingly whack you on the side of your normality. On a beautiful Saturday when I ought to be outside playing in the fresh snow, I am instead pounding away at this #%$*@ keyboard working on web sites. Finally, after getting a […]
It’s very rare that I go to the twitter web interface to read tweets (in their soon to be quaint 140 character limit form); like many I rely heavily on the multiple stream view of columns in Tweetdeck. Left side is my full stream which I barely look at; next is a column for a […]
