We’ve enlisted the help of the Book Reaper to get our books back for the end of year stocktake. A little bit of horror goes a long way.
It’s been a busy start to the year. My posts have been few and far between but I’ve been more active in sharing things on Twitter and Scoop.it as well as our new LibGuides online resources. Oh well, here’s a video I think you might enjoy. I found it here.
Well, we’re winding down at school with this week being the last in term 2. I’m thinking about all the things I’d like to explore in depth online, but at the same time, I’m hoping to enjoy interests that get shoved aside during the term.
It’s Sunday night and I thought I’d indulge in a light-hearted post, in anticipation of the term holidays. Here are two videos parodying the internet.
Web crash 2007 is a humorous parody of the causes and consequences of a major internet crash (which I can’t embed, unfortunately)
The IT Crowd is a favourite comedy show in our house. Here’s the episode when the IT guys manage to convince Jen that they’re handing over ‘The Internet’ to her.
The humour of these two videos rests in the mystery and awe which used to surround the internet. A little like how the old TV shows used to depict computers – either as robots or massive machines with flickering lights. I think that Web 2.0 technology is still viewed with varying degrees of mystery, although it’s usually not awe but a kind of negative or fearful reaction that is demonstrated. I suppose that it’s part of human nature to resist change, but I think that approaching something new with caution is a good thing, while criticising it without looking into it at all is not a good thing.
With the recent public antipathy towards the font Comic Sans, I thought I’d share this video which made me laugh
If you’re still in the mood for a laugh, you may want to check out Hitler has Vista problems.
Well, it’s the end of the week, and it’s lucky I’m feeling so tired because I’m at the end of my tether as a result of ongoing, seemingly never-ending laptop problems, and so I’m past caring. After excruciatingly persistent and varied problems with my school notebook computer, my reading and online participation has been severely curtailed. And see, I’ve reverted to my defensive bombast, taking comfort in florid and meaningless hyperbole. At the end of the week, after doing the minimal homely duties, ie. dinner because, after all, we all have to eat, I’ve collapsed on the couch, and my brain has taken on the form of a failed blancmange (which, by the way, means white dish in French).
Eager to post to validate my existence, but unable to muster up anything of substance, I’m embedding the video, Simon’s cat. I’ve seen this before, but it still lifted the spirits. Hope you enjoy it, and I hope to rise from my ashes and make intelligent conversation some time soon.
By the way, Friday tie day – a friend of mine used to say it, and at her work, people used to celebrate the end of the week by going around and pulling out everyone’s ties. I think she worked with men predominantly. No comment.
Today is the 105th anniversary of the birth of Theodor Seuss Geisel, better known to the world as Dr. Seuss. Google has a little tribute.
Random House has a Dr Seuss website for kids. Amongst the fun stuff, there is also a biography.
Many children learn to read through Dr Seuss stories. I can’t say I did, although we did have a copy of The cat in the hat. Most children would have read some Dr Seuss, I think, and adults remember the stories fondly.
What is less known is the fact that Theodor Geisel’s early political cartoons demonstrate a passionate opposition to fascism, and that he urged Americans to oppose it, whereas his cartoons tended to regard the fear of communism as overstated. He also denounced discrimination in America against African Americans and Jews (Wikipedia).
Many of Geisel’s books are thought to express his views on a myriad of social and political issues: The Lorax (1971), about environmentalism and anti-consumerism; The Sneetches (1961), about racial equality; The Butter Battle Book (1984), about the arms race; Yertle the Turtle (1958), about anti-fascism and anti-authoritarianism; How the Grinch Stole Christmas! (1957), about anti-materialism; and Horton Hears a Who! (1954), about anti-isolationism and internationalism.
However, I don’t think that’s what Dr Seuss is remembered for. That would most likely be his rhythmic and catchy verse, and his quirky characters.
I’ll leave you with a video of Green eggs and ham to enjoy.
I enjoy Flickr for its access to a diversity of images, and have joined several groups to zoom in on a specialised focus of interest. Flickr groups also allow the geek to have a home, and I’m quite comfortable in some of these groups – in fact, I entertain myself exploring some of these esoteric groups.
One such group is ‘Stick figures in peril’ which is intrinsically funny AND also entertains with the ensuing discussion.
This image has tickled the imagination of some of its group members who have ventured to guess what the picture could mean.
Here’s a funny sign
No kissing allowed at Warrington station – it blocks the platform
By Mark Hughes
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
The ‘no-kissing’ sign at Warrington Bank Quay station in Cheshire
Lovers hoping to bid each other an intimate farewell will no longer be able to do so in certain areas of Warrington Bank Quay train station after “no kissing” signs appeared following concerns that embracing couples were causing congestion.
The signs were installed on Friday as part of a £1m refurbishment of the station and have divided the car park and taxi ranks into “kissing” and “no-kissing” zones.
Interesting what you can learn from a Flickr group with a strange name.
I can think of ways to trigger discussion and imaginative speculation in the classroom using flickr groups images. Any other ideas?
Photo by Sakurako Kitsa
You’ve heard me talk about my elder son (Mr 18 yo). He was inspired to write his own 7 things, and I thought I’d reblog them here for some amusement.
By the way, he has inherited bombast and hyperbole from someone in the family, so don’t believe him when he says his parents made him learn piano. No parent can make a child study piano until they get their AMUS certificate.
1. When I was in pre-school, I was convinced I was not a human being. The reason? We were read an environmental-themed book which showed “human beings destroying animals’ habitats”. Logic: human beings practise deforestation, I have never even thought about deforesting anything, ergo I am not a human being.
2. In the past week, I have been eaten by lift doors over a dozen times and almost lost my manhood to a scaffolding pole at a church clean-up
3. Russians don’t have middle names but rather patronymics so my full name is Alexander Petrovich Sheko (which is to say, “Alexander Sheko, son of Peter”). However, when I was young, I decided to rebel against the patriarchal system (you’re welcome, ladies) and called myself AlexanderTatianovich (Alexander, son of Tania).
4. At the age of three (or so), I had nightmares about a dragon chasing me around the backyard. Not just any dragon: the St George dragon. And I don’t mean the generic ectothermic creature of legend, but the dragon on the St George Bank logo. (Ironic twist: Last year I briefly worked for a sales company representing St George Bank)
5. I sing bass but because I have never had proper singing training, my range depends on the temperature, time of day and how long I have been singing. Usually the lowest note I can reach is D below the stave but it can go up to F if I’ve strained my voice. I once sang an A below the stave.
6. My parents made me learn the piano. At various points in time, I despised it and hated them for not letting me quit. I now have an Associate Diploma in piano, am being paid to play for a school musical (Cabaret) and enjoy playing every single day. I consider it a great blessing and one of the most rewarding aspects of my life.
7. A fundamental element of Russian culture is forcing children who have barely learned to speak to commit to memory large portions of poetry and recite them in front of large groups of people. At some point in my childhood, it was decided that it would be a good for my education (despite the fact I spoke very little Russian) for me to participate in this cultural treat and I learned some verses of a poem to recite at the annual Russian Culture Day. Unfortunately, I was sent on stage with a girl (half my age and height) who recited her poetry first. It never occured to me to adjust the microphone stand and I could not understand why several dozen Russians were laughing raucously at my attempt to combine poetry recitation with limbo.
These 7 things were originally posted in his blog under the pseudonym of Phillip Sandwich.
by Tracy Workman
This video made me laugh; it’s very clever.
This is where I found this video. It’s created by a student, Tracy Workman.
I know that you would have seen these before – these strangely reworded Christmas carol titles or, as described on the site, obfuscated Christmas carol titles, but I thought I’d pull them out – as one pulls out of a dusty box that’s been sitting in the back of a dark cupboard – as a light challenge for the season.
The website calls them titles of Christmas Carols, rewritten in florid and multisyllabic language!
See how many you can guess.
- Move hitherward the entire assembly of those who are loyal in their belief
- Listen, the celestial messengers produce harmonious sounds.
- Nocturnal time span of unbroken quietness.
- An emotion excited by the acquisition or expectation of good given to the terrestrial sphere.
- Embellish the interior passageways.
- Exalted heavenly beings to whom harkened.
- Twelve o’clock on a clement night witnessed its arrival.
- The Christmas preceding all others.
- Small municipality in Judea southeast of Jerusalem.
- Diminutive masculine master of skin-covered percussionistic cylinders.
- Omnipotent supreme being who elicits respite to ecstatic distinguished males.
- Tranquillity upon the terrestrial sphere.
- Obese personification fabricated of compressed mounds of minute crystals.
- Expectation of arrival to populated area by mythical, masculine perennial gift giver.
- Natal celebration devoid of color, rather albino, as a hallucinatory phenomenon for me.
- In awe of the nocturnal time span characterized by religiosity.
- Geographic state of fantasy during the season of mother nature’s dormancy.
- The first person nominative plural of triumvirate of far eastern heads of state.
- Tintinnabulation of vacillating pendulums in inverted, metallic, resonant cups.
- In a distant location the existence of an improvised unit of newborn children’s slumber furniture.
- Proceed forth declaring upon a specific geological alpine formation.
- Jovial Yuletide desired for the second person singular or plural by us.
If you reach saturation point guessing these, scroll down past the picture for the answers.
- Oh Come All Ye Faithful
- Hark the Herald Angels Sing
- Silent Night
- Joy to the World
- Deck the Halls
- Angels We Have Heard on High
- It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
- The First Noel
- Oh Little Town of Bethlehem
- Little Drummerboy
- God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
- Peace on Earth
- Frosty the Snowman
- Santa Claus is Coming to Town
- White Christmas
- Oh Holy Night
- Winter Wonderland
- We Three Kings
- Jingle Bells
- Away in a Manger
- Go Tell It on a Mountain
- We Wish You a Merry Christmas