Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Digging for Flickr
So this week we are to get down with Flickr, the picture site. Seeing as how it was a site called Flickr, I dug for a nose-related mash-up:
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
The Ground Rules
It is difficult to know where The Lines are in work-initiated projects like this.
On one hand, they want you to have fun with it and in this instance, have left enough latitude for staff to incorporate journals or blogs already in use. On the other, there is the general internet rule that you should never put anything online that you wouldn't want a supervisor (potential or existing) to see, even if it is personal and generated in time off the clock.
I don't mind admitting (and this revelation will surprise few who know me to even a nominal degree) that I tend to take to jobs and deal with institutions with a M*A*S*H*-like mentality; that while a job is and should be work, it should be fun and amenable to as many personality types as it can bear. Not always a perfect course, but it's made a difference in the places I've worked more than it's gotten me in trouble. (I'd venture to a ratio of 20:1. *)
So, some ground rules here, yes? For our new-fangled, work-related, job-imitating-art-mashing outlet of self-expression:
1) I will post nothing I wouldn't say to a co-worker to their face (assuming I thought it in my best interest to say anything at all).
2) I will not curse. I'm a poet, and I'm a good enough poet to navigate a point without offending someone with vulgar word choices (though I am not offended by such language in kind, return or in general). Essentially, we have here a journal a grandmother could love (if she could understand all of the big words and oh-so contrary 21st ventury ideas).
3) I will assume that people of a supervisor capacity will indeed read it. Better safe than sorry.
4) I will not edit comments.
So let's see what comes of this experiment, yes? Let us plumb the depths of daily library life and see what's happening behind all of those beehives and horn-rimmed glasses and pointy stilletos (which I don't mind telling you make my calves pop like a Greek god's, but are dreadful on my fallen arches).
* = 20 being acts of Hawkeye/Trapper-like bedevilment and 1 representing having my hand slapped for some infraction related to not making work boring.
On one hand, they want you to have fun with it and in this instance, have left enough latitude for staff to incorporate journals or blogs already in use. On the other, there is the general internet rule that you should never put anything online that you wouldn't want a supervisor (potential or existing) to see, even if it is personal and generated in time off the clock.
I don't mind admitting (and this revelation will surprise few who know me to even a nominal degree) that I tend to take to jobs and deal with institutions with a M*A*S*H*-like mentality; that while a job is and should be work, it should be fun and amenable to as many personality types as it can bear. Not always a perfect course, but it's made a difference in the places I've worked more than it's gotten me in trouble. (I'd venture to a ratio of 20:1. *)
So, some ground rules here, yes? For our new-fangled, work-related, job-imitating-art-mashing outlet of self-expression:
1) I will post nothing I wouldn't say to a co-worker to their face (assuming I thought it in my best interest to say anything at all).
2) I will not curse. I'm a poet, and I'm a good enough poet to navigate a point without offending someone with vulgar word choices (though I am not offended by such language in kind, return or in general). Essentially, we have here a journal a grandmother could love (if she could understand all of the big words and oh-so contrary 21st ventury ideas).
3) I will assume that people of a supervisor capacity will indeed read it. Better safe than sorry.
4) I will not edit comments.
So let's see what comes of this experiment, yes? Let us plumb the depths of daily library life and see what's happening behind all of those beehives and horn-rimmed glasses and pointy stilletos (which I don't mind telling you make my calves pop like a Greek god's, but are dreadful on my fallen arches).
* = 20 being acts of Hawkeye/Trapper-like bedevilment and 1 representing having my hand slapped for some infraction related to not making work boring.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Hola
I'm Scott Woods and I'm trying out this blog for work.
Basically it's so we can be comfortable utilizing new technologies that are about five years old.
Off to the shelves!
Basically it's so we can be comfortable utilizing new technologies that are about five years old.
Off to the shelves!
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