You tube is GREAT fun!
It lets you view all sorts of things...like wake up cat. Plain and simple, black and white: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmwqpHsMExg
Or a number of your favorite bands. How about Kane Hodder in Centrailia Plying with Trains? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALqjlVgfQNk
Oh yes, library things...? Well, I'm sure we will be seeing more of those.
See you in Cyber Land
Sunday, November 25, 2007
RSS
RSS
I wasn’t too keen about the idea of RSS. Mainly because I had no idea what it was.
Really Simple Syndication. Hmmmm. I guess the most confusing part was that I had have yet another account in something else to apply it with.
Well, I thought about a weekly star guide I used to enjoy listening to. It was broadcast on NPR.
So, I went to the NPR website and out of all their RSS feed options I saw no star guide. So I went back to Google and did a star guide search. That took me to stargazer, which was a computer tip program with an RSS feed. Well, I guess that could be useful. And it had a tip on RSS!: http://www.worldstart.com/rss-instruct.htm
After all that I remembered it was really called StarDate. It comes from the University of Texas McDonald Observatory.
So, now that I've subscribed to 3 of my favorite bloggers from krl2.0, I've also got live feeds coming in about the stars.
How cool is that?
Onward to Flickr....!
I wasn’t too keen about the idea of RSS. Mainly because I had no idea what it was.
Really Simple Syndication. Hmmmm. I guess the most confusing part was that I had have yet another account in something else to apply it with.
Well, I thought about a weekly star guide I used to enjoy listening to. It was broadcast on NPR.
So, I went to the NPR website and out of all their RSS feed options I saw no star guide. So I went back to Google and did a star guide search. That took me to stargazer, which was a computer tip program with an RSS feed. Well, I guess that could be useful. And it had a tip on RSS!: http://www.worldstart.com/rss-instruct.htm
After all that I remembered it was really called StarDate. It comes from the University of Texas McDonald Observatory.
So, now that I've subscribed to 3 of my favorite bloggers from krl2.0, I've also got live feeds coming in about the stars.
How cool is that?
Onward to Flickr....!
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Social Bookmarking
The other night I downloaded the del.icio.us buttons to my home page and am now using that for all my favorites. It's interesting to see the other people who have bookmarked the same things. And, the fact that you can see what others have saved is a bonus. Several times I found other things I wanted to save from their list of saved things.
I have a soap business, so all of my favorite soap sites are now in my delicious account. Some of the things I saved, two or three other people have saved. Other things, thousands of people have saved.
Libraries could use this as a tool among coworkers and also to serve their patrons. Book groups, Teen clubs, researchers, circulation, paging, etc.. I can see how it would benefit each branch. Each library is unique to it's community. They know where their publics interests lie and therefore could save things pertinent to their neighborhood. Common questions that need answers from the web could be answered with just a click of a button.
I have a soap business, so all of my favorite soap sites are now in my delicious account. Some of the things I saved, two or three other people have saved. Other things, thousands of people have saved.
Libraries could use this as a tool among coworkers and also to serve their patrons. Book groups, Teen clubs, researchers, circulation, paging, etc.. I can see how it would benefit each branch. Each library is unique to it's community. They know where their publics interests lie and therefore could save things pertinent to their neighborhood. Common questions that need answers from the web could be answered with just a click of a button.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Part2
Well, the reason J Skogan never got any milk was simply because the goat just wouldnt have it. She may have been a chicken in the past but now she was a mother. (and a good mother she was) Now, all of her milk was for her kids.
J Skogan knew that if he somehow got rid of those kids, the milk would still be there and maybe then, he could have some.
Those two little goats were so cute and playful and by all rights they were old enough to be away from their mama. J Skogan put up a big sign at the top of his driveway: KIDS FOR SALE!
Well, this didnt go over very well with the neighbors. They immediately called the Child Protection Agency and some very serious people came down the driveway and told J Skogan that he needed to take down his sign.
So, he put up a new sign: GARAGE SALE
People started pouring in. J Skogan kept making trips into the barn and bringing boxes of things out. A box of old glass milk bottles, a box of Honda parts, a perfectly good fender from a 52 Buick, boxes of polished rocks, various farm implements, vases, a box of flower pots with cracks in them and books. Lots of books. Books on goat husbandry, books on farms, books of poetry.
He waited for a good crowd, then went to the barn and brought out the goat and her kids. Well, this livened up the parade. The children that were with their mothers went wild! They wanted a cute little goat for a pet. And not even named yet? And needless to say the goat kids went wild too. They started showing off to everyone. It didnt take long before J Skogan was putting cash in his pocket and goat kids into Volkswagen buses.
After all was said and done, J Skogan had nearly two hundred dollars in his pocket and his barn was cleaned up. Now there was room in there to make a milking stall. Which he started post haste.
J Skogan designed a very simple milking stall. The goat loved to eat, so J Skogan got her favorite things to eat and placed them in the food container, then when she was really munching out, he would tighten the posts at her neck, then slip in next to her with a bucket and get some of that milk. She would be SO busy eating all that good food, that she wouldnt even notice being milked.
Of course, this was not the case.
It seemed the goat was a little angry with J Skogan. She kicked the stall. She kicked the milk bucket. She even kicked J Skogan. One time she let J Skogan get the bucket half full before kicking it. In the beginning, the goat would eat all the food in the container, but it got to a point later that she wasnt interested in eating. She just seemed to be looking for something. All the time looking for something.
Well, one rainy day when J Skogan was at the country store, the goat thought maybe she could find what she was looking for if she went into his house. She'd never been in there before. And, besides, she was getting awfully wet standing in the pen in the pouring rain. The back door to J Skogans house was open and there was just a screen door across the opening. Well, she could eat her way through a screen door...no problem.
Once she was in, she was impressed on how wonderful it was. The rain was coming down in sheets outside and it was so nice and warm in here. She felt relieved. So relieved in fact, that she did just that. She relieved herself on J Skogans mattress. On the couch. On the stereo. But not before having a big bite of everything first. A big bite of the mattress. A big bite of the couch. Oh, and green things! and bananas in a basket! And, yes, the stereo.
She thought just for half a second about Joe. He should be good and wet by now walking home from the store. He'll be a lot happier when he gets home and sees that it's nicer in here now, more like the barn.
And then she thought of something else. Something she needed. And she jumped out the hole in the screen door and started trotting down the road. She suddenly felt exhilarated! She felt free!
She picked up her trot and began to canter. (you may wonder: do goats canter?)
And this was where she passed J Skogan. He looked up and actually thought he saw a goat cantering down the road towards him. Yes, he did...and he made no move for her. Just let her go. He turned and watched as she rounded the corner at the end of the road. She was at a dead run now. Then she turned right into the Goat Ladys driveway.
J Skogan felt a smile widening on his face. That was a good place for the goat. She needed to be around others of her kind. Tomorrow morning he would call the goat lady and make sure it was ok if the goat stayed. Then he thought about his house and the nice warm fire he had left. He'd spent all morning cleaning it up, and now it was sure going to feel good to get home.
J Skogan knew that if he somehow got rid of those kids, the milk would still be there and maybe then, he could have some.
Those two little goats were so cute and playful and by all rights they were old enough to be away from their mama. J Skogan put up a big sign at the top of his driveway: KIDS FOR SALE!
Well, this didnt go over very well with the neighbors. They immediately called the Child Protection Agency and some very serious people came down the driveway and told J Skogan that he needed to take down his sign.
So, he put up a new sign: GARAGE SALE
People started pouring in. J Skogan kept making trips into the barn and bringing boxes of things out. A box of old glass milk bottles, a box of Honda parts, a perfectly good fender from a 52 Buick, boxes of polished rocks, various farm implements, vases, a box of flower pots with cracks in them and books. Lots of books. Books on goat husbandry, books on farms, books of poetry.
He waited for a good crowd, then went to the barn and brought out the goat and her kids. Well, this livened up the parade. The children that were with their mothers went wild! They wanted a cute little goat for a pet. And not even named yet? And needless to say the goat kids went wild too. They started showing off to everyone. It didnt take long before J Skogan was putting cash in his pocket and goat kids into Volkswagen buses.
After all was said and done, J Skogan had nearly two hundred dollars in his pocket and his barn was cleaned up. Now there was room in there to make a milking stall. Which he started post haste.
J Skogan designed a very simple milking stall. The goat loved to eat, so J Skogan got her favorite things to eat and placed them in the food container, then when she was really munching out, he would tighten the posts at her neck, then slip in next to her with a bucket and get some of that milk. She would be SO busy eating all that good food, that she wouldnt even notice being milked.
Of course, this was not the case.
It seemed the goat was a little angry with J Skogan. She kicked the stall. She kicked the milk bucket. She even kicked J Skogan. One time she let J Skogan get the bucket half full before kicking it. In the beginning, the goat would eat all the food in the container, but it got to a point later that she wasnt interested in eating. She just seemed to be looking for something. All the time looking for something.
Well, one rainy day when J Skogan was at the country store, the goat thought maybe she could find what she was looking for if she went into his house. She'd never been in there before. And, besides, she was getting awfully wet standing in the pen in the pouring rain. The back door to J Skogans house was open and there was just a screen door across the opening. Well, she could eat her way through a screen door...no problem.
Once she was in, she was impressed on how wonderful it was. The rain was coming down in sheets outside and it was so nice and warm in here. She felt relieved. So relieved in fact, that she did just that. She relieved herself on J Skogans mattress. On the couch. On the stereo. But not before having a big bite of everything first. A big bite of the mattress. A big bite of the couch. Oh, and green things! and bananas in a basket! And, yes, the stereo.
She thought just for half a second about Joe. He should be good and wet by now walking home from the store. He'll be a lot happier when he gets home and sees that it's nicer in here now, more like the barn.
And then she thought of something else. Something she needed. And she jumped out the hole in the screen door and started trotting down the road. She suddenly felt exhilarated! She felt free!
She picked up her trot and began to canter. (you may wonder: do goats canter?)
And this was where she passed J Skogan. He looked up and actually thought he saw a goat cantering down the road towards him. Yes, he did...and he made no move for her. Just let her go. He turned and watched as she rounded the corner at the end of the road. She was at a dead run now. Then she turned right into the Goat Ladys driveway.
J Skogan felt a smile widening on his face. That was a good place for the goat. She needed to be around others of her kind. Tomorrow morning he would call the goat lady and make sure it was ok if the goat stayed. Then he thought about his house and the nice warm fire he had left. He'd spent all morning cleaning it up, and now it was sure going to feel good to get home.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
J Skogan and his goat
J Skogan once had a goat. He doesnt have a goat now. I can say that because he once had a goat and once you've had a goat, you wont want one again. Well, anyway, not like J Skogans goat. That goat thought it was a chicken. Well, for a while anyway. That's because the goat lived with the chickens.
J Skogan was a little worried about his goat because, well it was acting like a chicken. I mean it would scratch the dirt and eat things. All sorts of things. Like dirt. and rocks. But the day it tried to crow, J Skogan decided he should do something about that.
So he decided to build the goat a pen of it's own.
J Skogan went to the country store and bought some tall wire fencing. Then he started to put in long fence posts. It was a lot of hard work, but J Skogan kept at it until the last fence post was in.
All this time the goat kept looking at J Skogan and watching the progress that was being made. (The goat was acting like a very curious chicken). Finally the goat's curiosity got the best of him and he jumped from the chicken coupe right up to the top of that last fence post. All four little, dainty feet were poised on that tall fence post and he looked J Skogan right in the eyes as if to say: "What cha doin, J Skogan"?
Well, it was right then and there that J Skogan knew he was in trouble. Because now, that goat was acting like a goat. And what do you do with a goat?
You can't tie them out. They get all tangled up. You cant let them roam around. They eat EVERYTHING. J Skogan put the goat back in with the chickens.
J Skogan thought about the goat for some time. He thought about it for so long that he got hungry. He decided to go in and have some bread and cheese.
hmmmm. Goat's milk cheese. How good it was.
So, the very next morning J Skogan took his goat down the road to where the "goat lady" lived. She had a whole herd of goats. They looked like big hairy bees. They swarmed all over her yard. Big ones, little ones, black, brown, white. The place was a mess. There wasnt a blade of grass anywhere. Just dirt and goats. The goat lady told J Skogan to come back in three days.
In three days J Skogan got his goat. She had a smile on her face. J Skogan thought it was because the goat was happy to be home. And he couldnt blame her.
But did J Skogan get any milk to make cheese?
no.
What he got was two more goats.
J Skogan was a little worried about his goat because, well it was acting like a chicken. I mean it would scratch the dirt and eat things. All sorts of things. Like dirt. and rocks. But the day it tried to crow, J Skogan decided he should do something about that.
So he decided to build the goat a pen of it's own.
J Skogan went to the country store and bought some tall wire fencing. Then he started to put in long fence posts. It was a lot of hard work, but J Skogan kept at it until the last fence post was in.
All this time the goat kept looking at J Skogan and watching the progress that was being made. (The goat was acting like a very curious chicken). Finally the goat's curiosity got the best of him and he jumped from the chicken coupe right up to the top of that last fence post. All four little, dainty feet were poised on that tall fence post and he looked J Skogan right in the eyes as if to say: "What cha doin, J Skogan"?
Well, it was right then and there that J Skogan knew he was in trouble. Because now, that goat was acting like a goat. And what do you do with a goat?
You can't tie them out. They get all tangled up. You cant let them roam around. They eat EVERYTHING. J Skogan put the goat back in with the chickens.
J Skogan thought about the goat for some time. He thought about it for so long that he got hungry. He decided to go in and have some bread and cheese.
hmmmm. Goat's milk cheese. How good it was.
So, the very next morning J Skogan took his goat down the road to where the "goat lady" lived. She had a whole herd of goats. They looked like big hairy bees. They swarmed all over her yard. Big ones, little ones, black, brown, white. The place was a mess. There wasnt a blade of grass anywhere. Just dirt and goats. The goat lady told J Skogan to come back in three days.
In three days J Skogan got his goat. She had a smile on her face. J Skogan thought it was because the goat was happy to be home. And he couldnt blame her.
But did J Skogan get any milk to make cheese?
no.
What he got was two more goats.
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