marginalia

exploring the edges and margins of my world

fingerprints, they’re everywhere…

April 4, 2006 by · Comments Off · authentic self, reflective practice

I will not be mirroring my marginalia.ako.net.nz blog here in the future. Please, faithful readers, click to marginalia.ako.net.nz, and re-set your favorites/rss feed.

Following on from the idea that your fingerprints are somewhere, and that what you do is part of the greater fingerprint that is you, I was interested to find today that I’m not the first person to start to explore down this part. Personomies.com has made some discussion and definition on the topic, calling it ‘personomies’:

My personomy is the information environment i have built over time, independently of any platform or system. Personomies include contacts, purchases, health records, search history, emails, rss feeds, IMs, voip calls, comments on blogs…etc…any tiny bit of data that is logged and can be tracked back to me belong in my personomy. Personomies are any digital manifestations of me.

David Beach talks about it as life caching, and digital life management. Marc Cantor calls it digital lifestyle aggregation.

Meanwhile, on the other side, my wife, Marica, has been reading Robert Paterson’s manifesto on Going Home. Between Marica and Robert Paterson, and my own thoughts, I’m beginning to get a feeling the world is starting to unfold, little by little, into a new flowering.

Why are we suddenly so interested in genealogy, digital story telling, blogging, e-portfolios and the like? Why are we so all fired up and determined that, not only can we publish, but that we will. I believe that’s the nub of the issue. When Pagemaker first reared its ugly head we found a plethora of newsletters and posters where none had appeared before. Why? Because it suddenly became possible to produce nice looking text – although, to be fair, most had well shaped letter forms, but used in grotesque and evil ways. Same with powerpoint. Some would believe we’re still in the gee-whizz phase of powerpoint and there’s no shortage of horror there. Web sites came and went pretty quickly for much the same reason as pagemaker – ‘johnny-come-lately’ quark didn’t even get a look-in – why? Because it takes some skill and training to produce good looking web sites and print documents; and the person with average design skills usually turns out below average designs.

But that doesn’t take the desire away. We still want to communicate. In text. Talk ’til you drop, as a species, humans want to communicate in text. Text. We are graphic animals. Symbolic animals. Text. The killer apps are txting, and its older brother, email. For the web, blogs. Everything else is just noise.

We want to scratch higher up the tree, spray the walls, leave our fingerprints in the concrete of time – whatever. And nothing, nothing scratches that itch like text. So what we look for, as a species, is a way of producing text that’s easy and neat. I’d love to have the hand writing of my Uncle Tom – he learned ably assisted by a ruler to the knuckles – or the hand writing of my school chum Jacko, superb penmanship, and in one so young then. But my handwriting is not overly elegant. Instead I hunt for handwriting fonts, and set using Pagemaker, or write here in my blog.

Neat, tidy, well presented text. It’s the next big thing. Same as it was the last big thing, and the same the time before it.

 

somewhere your fingerprints remain…

April 3, 2006 by · Comments Off · music of the spheres, urban diary

The Best of Dire Straits and Mark KnopflerI was listening to Dire Straits at work today. There’s an irony there, no doubt about it. A lyric jumped out of one of the songs (One Every Street) at me: somewhere your fingerprints remain

I was intrigued and wondered how long fingerprints last. After some research I was surprised to learn a fingerprint on a porous surface e.g. wood can last at least 40 years. On a hard, non-porous surface, longer.

I thought that was rather romantic and that, yes, my fingerprints are remaining somewhere, scattered around the world. I wondered about Napolean’s fingerprints. All of the people in history in the last century or so may well have their fingerprints retained, but inaccessible for the most part. Interesting.

And then I wondered about the fingerprint you leave when you don’t leave a fingerprint. A style. A phrase. A way of doing things that is uniquely you. If you’ve lost a loved one there often little aspects of them – memories to remind you of them – a fragrance, a song lyric, a certain light – and they’re back – from their fingerprints…

I’m feeling this is particularly true in blogging – I’m in the process of moving the content over to our ako.net.nz web site. My blog will continue from marginalia.ako.net.nz.

 

tea, mr shifter?

April 2, 2006 by · Comments Off · urban diary

It has been something of a long day, as I’ve installed two new blog spaces. One for Marica, and a new blogspace for myself. I will be continuing to post here for the next few days, but eventually I will only be posting at marginalia.ako.net.nz – mostly because it is rather confusing being in two places at once.

It is not as though I have grown tired or annoyed with the edublogs hosting, anything but. James has done a genuinely superb job of managing the edublog hosting and if you are a starting-out blogger with a penchant for education you would be a fool not to get over to edublogs and get started.

After learning some of the ins-and-outs of WordPress and blogging in general I wanted to start to develop some wider expertise – perhaps to take the training wheels off, and explore some wider perspectives of blogging, including looking at designing some of our own templates.

One of the things I hadn’t quite taken into consideration was the effort it would take to move the entire blog over, nor how many posts nor how much I’d written. And mostly while writing my masters research up.

It just has to be time for a cup of tea!

 

get your rocks on

March 30, 2006 by · Comments Off · authentic self, reflective practice

I was somewhat surprised, in a pleasant but disbelieving kind of way the other day when I was contacted by Daliel, the sponsor / designer / webmaster for www.rock-on-rock-on.com. Daliel asked I wouldn’t mind being included in the site.

Sure. Why not?

And so my rather humble efforts have become included in the site with some Other Balancers. Some of their efforts are just amazing.

I’d blogged about stacking stones here previously, and these reflections have also been included.

So, now I need to get out of the house and start stacking rocks. It’s an uncomplicated activity, but you might find, as did I, that when you start taking a photo or two, and making some drawings of your work, that the whole dynamic changes. I don’t imagine stacking rocks will become an olympic activity soon.

That’s ok, I’m still in training.

 

photomesa – good, free software

March 28, 2006 by · Comments Off · illustrate friday

link to photomesaThis morning I came across some nice new (to me) software that provides the best thumbnail viewer I’ve seen. PhotoMesa. Here’s the blurb:

PhotoMesa is a zoomable image browser. It allows the user to view multiple directories of images in a zoomable environment, and uses a set of simple navigation mechanisms to move through the space of images. It also supports grouping of images by metadata available from the file system. It requires only a set of images on disk, and does not require the user to add any metadata, or manipulate the images at all before browsing, thus making it easy to get started with existing images.

Now when they say zoom, they mean ZOOM. As in over 1 million percent. Yes, 1 million percent. I stopped because I got bored. The thumbnails are clear, and it’s just a nice, easy to use, all round good system. Well done, programming team, well done indeed.

 

the new season

March 27, 2006 by · Comments Off · authentic self, illustrate friday

We’re starting to move steadily into the autumnal season. We’re experiencing those indecisive days – hours of rain with some heat and the fret wafting in from the sea. It can be so lovely, as long as you’re not needing the weather to be anything changeable.

As a result of this changeable season, I’m working on creating a new template or two for the blog – I’ve got a couple of designs underway, and I need some more time to get them done. I’ve noticed how the weekends rush past when I’m working for us, but it’s all a bit less convenient when I’m working for my job as well. The bible talks about a time to work and a time to put work aside. I want to do my stuff, I need to work as well. It’s hard to balance everything.

Which is interesting to me – balance is the theme of my new template.

 

more about Makena…

March 26, 2006 by · Comments Off · what dreams

Makena ('happy' in Kikuyu) aged about 5 months Following up on my posting about how some husbands find their wives boring and what to do about that, here’s how Makena and our friend came together, in our friend’s own words:

On Sunday, Iman (a young doctor from the truck) and I took the bus back [to the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust, in Nairobi National Park, Kenya] for another look at the elephants. We got the bus early thinking it would take ages but in fact we were there an hour early having to walk from the road past warthogs and baboons.

After seeing the elephants I signed up and became a foster parent to the smallest elephant called Makena (meaning ‘happy’) six months old. She was found wandering on her own and to this day seldom stops moving – a restless spirt. I managed to get quite a bit of video footage of her playing in the mud, wrestling with the others and playing in the mud pool. She is very playful and full of fun having been like this since she arrived.

That night I returned to the compound to see the orphans put to bed which is an extra, foster parents get to see. We all stood around the stables waiting. First the rhino was bought in and consumed a 6 gallon bucket of formula then you heard this rumble and round the corner at great speed trundles 9 little elephants all covered with their blanket tied on ready for bed. They shot into their stables with their individual keepers demanding their bottles of milk. Makena was being fed with her cuddly blanket on her head and with her back legs crossed. Unfortunately I could not see a lot of her as she was being filmed by British Airways for a documentary they were making as they are one of the sponsors for the Trust.

I went round the different stalls and talked to all the keepers who were setting up their beds for the night as they fed the babies every 2-3 hours or when the needs must. Makena could not settle and was very restless banging her trunk on her mat and rocking from side to side. Mekena’s stall is right next to the matriarch who has taken Makena under her wing. When she would not settle the older elephant (by one and a half years) put her trunk through the wooden slats and laid her trunk on Makena’s back and gave a low rumble to reasure her. The keepers all feel that her behaviour stems from the amount of searching she had done looking for her family when she was lost hence the blanket that she rubs her trunk with and sucks for comfort just like babies when they have a cuddly rug. Many of you will know what I mean!!! The keepers are hoping that with love and care the memory will fade.

To stroke and touch these little elephants is an amazing experience as they are so affectionate especially towards their keepers. Loijuk loves to touch and I saw him run his trunk gently all over his keepers face after his keeper had tickled him behind the ears and allowed him to suck his fingers. He kept grabbing my bangles and tried at one point to take my glasses twisting his trunk round my arm and giving it a good tug. They are really strong. I loved stroking the underside of their trunk as it is so soft and the fuzz of their head which is quite bristly.

Each baby has its own personality and it is only been by studying the elephants in the wild that Daphne Sheldrick has been able to realise the importance of 24 hour care needed for them to grow strong and survive. It has truly been an amazing experience and the amount of effort and love that is given to these little orphans has to be seen to be believed. If all children were given similar care – and it does not matter by who as long as it is consistent then I am sure many of our children would not be in such need of help today. I am hoping to be able to have one last visit before leaving Kenya when I return to Uganda. I do however get a monthly diary update on Makena’s progress so that will be something to look forward to.

There are more pictures of Makena here, along with more of Makena’s story…this is how lives get changed.

 

stick your toe in…

March 25, 2006 by · Comments Off · reflective practice

I’m still not much of a swimmer. Very interested in what goes on underwater, but I never really learned to swim. I always found the water too cold and yes, I got out of the water north of Cairns, Australia; shivering with the cold after the dream-come-true snorkling on the reef. And you can’t tell the water temperature by just sticking your toe in. I’ve learnt that this week. There’s something to be said for getting right in, and getting the feel for the new environment.

Sometimes you can feel the tide has turned and this week has been one of those strange weeks when the blood suddenly starts to flow in a different direction than previous.

First we had the energies of Blog Hui going off like fireworks, and the writing workshops with Trevor Romain, my other brother. And then strange (but good things) things started to happen. Not one, but two people have contacted me about my writing here, making what I took to be encouraging noises. There’s been some other unexpected and good news as well, but I want to comment about the encouraging noises. Thank you folks, I’m flattered. And it was nice too, I’m not good at being slobbered over.

Actually, I was stunned, because I didn’t start writing for an audience, in fact we had discussions at the hui if a blog is a blog if no-one reads it. I wondered if my blog was a blog if I didn’t read it. An audience of one, and the one sometimes has a day off. But that apparently is not the case. People do read what I write, and people like what I draw. And that’s suddenly got import and implications I hadn’t expected.

Here’s the picture I’ve drawn in my head. There’s the hoary old question about is a glass half empty or half full. I might’ve even blogged about it. The answer is: it’s always full, just not always with liquid, sometimes it’s full of air, and sometimes half and half.

Let’s say you fill a bucket with water. Not to the brim, just full. And you stick you finger in, and then pull it out. What impact have you had? None, right?. Now this was the picture I’ve had about my blogging. I stick my finger in the blog world, write, pull my finger out and there’s no impact. Or so it seems.

But in fact the water is changed forever. Once the mini ripples die down, the water seems the same, but it’s different now to what it was. If there was a finger sized hole in the bucket and my finger was all there was stopping the water running out there would be an even bigger impact if I removed my finger.

And there it is. In a teeny tiny way, my writing has started to change the world. Yep, just a finger stuck in a bucket’s worth of change, but change never the less. Someone’s day is connected, someone’s day is uplifted, agreed, engaged. And that’s of some import and has implications I never considered before. David Bowie’s song ‘Changes’ has the line about watching the ripples change in size, but never leave the pond. Well, true, because a) the ripples are probably there forever in some quantum kind of way, or b) they haven’t finished the job they were sent here to do, or c) maybe that’s the butterfly wing effect in some taoist chaos kind of way.

I heard a number of people say at the hui that blogging has changed their lives. And it’s beginning to sound like a revival meeting, which sounds slightly like ‘run away!’ (As an aside, I aways wanted to go to one of those roll-in-the-straw, play-with-rattlesnakes type of revival meeting, complete with child preachers that heal me. At least I feel I could trust the snakes.) But here’s the deal. I am beginning to think that yes, blogging is changing my life. In ways I hadn’t expected. It’s changing other peoples’ lives as well, and as long as it’s for the better than that’s a good thing. But how’s the change come about?

I think it’s due in no small part to not being content to test it, dipping my toe in, but instead taking a flying jump, fetaling up, and bombing in for the max splash. Oh yeah, baby, watch my splash!

So, dear readers, what finger are you poking in what bucket today? You will make a difference, if you just jump in. Or even if you just poke your finger in.

 

ah, obsessions

March 24, 2006 by · Comments Off · urban diary

Today, a nice crisp ‘Campus Review’ (15 March 2006) bounced on my desk – well, sludged near my desk, to be more accurate. I was entertained to see a fellow obsessive had written a letter to the editor, moaning about yet another claim on originality being staked by Michael Moore. Michael, no, according to Professor Yoni Ryan, you didn’t first invent the term ‘distance education’. You may have first used it in 1963, true, but you didn’t invent it. So there.

A lexicographer at ANU found the term ‘distance education’ in the Treaty Establishing the European Community, Part Three, Title Xi, Chapter 3, Article 149 on Community action to encourage education, section 2, sixth dot point: ‘encouraging the development of distance education’. The date of the signature is 25 March, 1957.

So, Professor Ryan, Director CELTS, University of Canberra, writing on February 27, 2006: 1. Michael Moore: 0.

Obsessives. You gotta love ‘em. :)

 

my husband is bored with me

March 23, 2006 by · Comments Off · urban diary

Well, I agree, that sounds just awful.

The things people ask here. Just above that question was a question about the live sex cam action. I am often amazed at what people are looking for, and why this blog, of all blogs, gets asked these questions. Oh well, enquiring minds…

So, your husband is bored with you. Well, there is a genetic imperative for your husband’s genes to want to spread themselves far and wide – after all the planet so needs more people just like him. Right?

Makena has found a new foster parentDon’t worry about trying to make yourself less boring to him, concentrate on being more interesting to you. It’s all about you, you, you in this instance. One of our friends emailed us tonight. She’s screaming through Kampala on the back of a motorcycle, arms clutched around a young cycleman-iac, on her way to see the gorillas in Uganda, after camping beside the Nile and snorkelling off Zanzibar. Our friend is in her 50′s. She’s recently adopted this elephant. Yes, that’s right, she’s adopted an elephant.

Now is it possible your husband might find our friend interesting? Of course he would. She’s spoken for now, as a solo mother with a baby elephant named Makena, so your husband will have to find some excitement somewhere else.

OK – so, you can’t go the Africa, you can’t foster an elephant, and the walls are closing in.

First, go make yourself a cup of tea. Not coffee, tea. But before you do, carefully and intentionally wash the cup, scour it with salt, and then rinse it. Use very fresh water (run the tap for a while) and boil it. Pour the water on the tea, leave it to infuse for exactly 2.5 minutes and then enjoy it, paying attention to the flavours and sensations. No milk. No sugar. Just tea. When you have finished, use any left over water to wash the cup and carefully dry and put everything away.

There now. You’ve taken a micro moment for yourself, and participated in your very own tea ceremony. How interesting.

Now, go invest in a journal – a cheap notebook will do, a lovely journal from Mark Bernstein will be just succulent. Write about the experience. Draw the cup of tea. Use the tea to write with. Do it again tomorrow.

Now, of course, your husband will think you’re mad. That’s ok, as long as it stays safe for you, but he’s no longer going to be bored with you because you’ve moved on. You’re in the process of starting to discover you.

And now the big step is to tell your story. Go on. What is it? What is it about you? What is your story? You could blog it. It’ll change your life.

You can foster an elephant or a rhino, oline, right now! Don't wait!!Have a cup of tea once a day, and while you wait for it to cool, write down your story. Stop when you’ve drunk your tea. Do it every day for a month. Don’t judge it, just do it. By the end of the month I guarantee you’ll no longer be boring.

By the end of a year you might be searching for a nice elephant to foster. And yeah, I can help you with that too. Just click on one of the elephant pictures. There’s a nice young elephant or rhino, with a heart the size of Africa, just waiting to meet you. Oh, and by the way, you don’t have to go to Africa to foster, you can do it using the comfort of your own credit card, online. What are you waiting for? Get on with it!