Social Networks Are Conspiring Against Me

Okay – this Social Network thing is starting to get scary.
The promise of the social/semantic web is this: that you can send your life’s bottled vignettes bobbing out into the vast ocean of the internet without having to worry about how shiny they look or how tidily they are written or where they will eventually land. It only matters what it means. The people who care will get it. Somehow.
So, it’s possible to Twitter away from a mobile phone or a PSP or a desktop or a carrier pigeon, and to post to a blog from within a browser or via email.
Now that sites are starting to link up – del.icio.us feeds are read by Jairu, flickr feeds are fed into Plaxo – who knows where your bemessaged  bottle will end up?
At this point, I’m not sure where this blog posting will end up: I know it’ll reside on BONWAG, and be copied to a few different places in different formats by my Blog engine – but it will also kick off a few little RSS reader applications I have on my home and office computers, as well as my Google reader account. Google will eventually index it and add it to their Blog Search engine. A few Blog aggregators will republish it.
Also – any number of people will get pop-ups or emails or messages notifying them of the fact I’ve posted a blog entry.
It used to be that the internet was anonymous – but now that all your social network chickens are coming home to roost, you can’t hide.

Potterphobia

OK, The pressure is on – how long is a respectful time to wait from the release to start talking about the spoilers in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows?

Because that’s exactly how long I have to finish reading this sucker. Grrr.

It's Nearly Time

After 9 years, I think it’s time to upgrade.

It may surprise some of you that I’m about to buy my second computer. Ever. Well, technically, it’s the fourth computer I’ve ever owned, if you don’t count my calculator watch (1978-1980), or my watch that played ‘Yellow Rose Of Texas’ (1980-1983), or my sad string of deceased Personal Digital Assistants and Organisers (1994-1999 R.I.P. – Young dads, PDAs and low bathtubs don’t mix well.)

Here’s the list:

  • 1982 Commodore Vic-20 (a gift) – 5K, 1MHz
  • 1984 Commodore 64 (another gift) – 64K, 1.02MHz
  • 1998 Custom-built PC – 500Mb, 600MHz (upgraded)
  • 2007 Dell Inspiron 530 – 4GB, 2.4Ghz

Hopefully this new purchase won’t need to last 9 years. It’s on the plane on the way here, according to Dell’s website. More details as they come to hand.

The Old House

Friends and family might be interested to see that our old house is back on the market – a google search will bring up the details.

If you’re interested, please contact us for some tips on dealing with the seller :-)

A Few Minutes on Twittering, Travel and Technology

Writes Rodney:

Twittering this kind of stuff does not excuse you from writing blog posts. I want some more detail when you have a few minutes.

And so, here we have a few minutes, and I have time to disagree.

We had a wonderful holiday as a family. And I didn’t want to miss it. I made a decision this time around to actually experience this adventure and not to shift into journalist mode. This was one of the first times I’ve been able to get away for a major trip without mentally assembling blog or journal notes in my head, or experiencing the entire trip through a video camera viewscreen. (I can recall one trip from my youth that I have almost no memories of, because I stored them on perishable, losable magnetic video tape.)

So, no, thanks, bub. I AM excused from making blog posts.

But thanks for asking. :-)

Part of the joy of this trip is also the realisation that the kids are starting to develop their journalling and technical skills, so some people may be surprised to see Dad in some holiday photos! I’m actually very impressed with Charli’s photography skills – she’s taken some of the real ‘keeper’ shots this time around. You might start seeing some blog entries from the kids real soon now.

Having said that, no holiday is complete without technology. We did make the good decision to invest in a good quality Hard Drive Video Camera before we left, so we’ve captured some brilliant footage from shows at Disney that just need colour AND movement. The old Sony DSC32 still camera is still serving us well after 4 years.

Grand Total: 500 photographs (not including botched ones), and 10Gig of Video. I have no idea what duration that is – it’s so nice not to have to worry about tapes any more! 

[Side-bar: How long will it take before some smart camera maker puts out one with GPS? That’s when I’m upgrading, bud.]

And, of course, don’t forget the mobile phone for updating the folks back home – yes, via Twitter.

And the laptop for backing up the photos. And email.

Ainslie wan’t convinced we needed satellite navigation when driving through the UK, but our new SatNav travelling companion (known as ‘Navvy’ to her friends), saved us countless hours of mapbook juggling.

Huh. Maybe it wasn’t the low-tech holiday I thought it would be.

In any case, and to get back to the point, I enjoyed actually holidaying, instead of observing myself holidaying this time round. With the help of a few digital post-it notes on Twitter, i’m happy to re-live it, rather than to forget to live it in the first place.

Hey, it’s biblical – you didn’t see the disciples taking notes.

PowerPoint Should Be Seen And Not Heard. Or Vice Versa. (Or, Better, Neither.)

Okay, it’s not just opinion now. Here are the FACTS. Scientific PROOF that PowerPoint rots your brain and makes you dumb.
Research Points The Finger At PowerPoint.

It is more difficult to process information if it is coming at you in the written and spoken form at the same time.

I especially like the way the church also attracts some collateral damage:

It also questions the wisdom of centuries-old habits, such as reading along with Bible passages, at the same time they are being read aloud in church. More of the passages would be understood and retained, the researchers suggest, if heard or read separately.

Okay, so be warned. If I’m in one of your presentations with my eyes closed – I’m not asleep – I’m just making sure I’m not distracted by the sight of you. If my eyes are open, I’m simply not listening to you.

HAHS: A Hundred Years To The Day

I’m a little sad I didn’t get to the Centenary Service for Hurlstone today – a family celebration for Charlotte and a dodgy shoulder conspired to keep me away. I’m reliably informed there’s a brick with my name on it on the new Centenary Pathway which I’ll have to get to see at the next open day.

I’m interested to hear from folk who attended the service today – it looks like the weather was sensational, and I would have liked to catch up with other ‘Old Boys’ of both genders.

What happened? Anyone?