Lost in graduate studies and my hard drive crash was a project to identify local bloggers and to create a site to bubble the recent content up to the surface. Now that I’ve cleared another hurdle in time-resource allocation, I’m ready to get this aggregation project rolling. The catalyst this time is a post in Slugged indicating the H-T added BlogSchmog to it’s blogroll.
Archie starts 60% of his conversations with: Do you remember? Much like Chris Farley’s Talk Show (Do you remember when you wrote “Hey Jude?” That was cool), only usually Archie’s questions are about something that happened an hour ago. Archie: (directly after music class) Do you remember when we sang in music class? Me: umm, [...]
We had our first graduate student poster session last night with about 25-30 poster presenters participating from both School departments (Computer Science and Informatics) and the full range of levels in the degree programs represented. The poster session was an unqualified success, but there is still room for improvement.
In her defense, Bad Mommy drove for many, many hours with two kids in the car, and driving in the southern states is intrinsically frustrating. About five hours after our anticipated arrival time, while we were still maneuvering through Southern Florida highways, and two hours after Bad Mommy had reached her limit, Archie asked: “Mommy? [...]
My franchise has seen better days. Since inception in 1992 as part of the Reality Fantasy Sports empire, the Maine Squeeze—and its two farm clubs, the Augusta Wind (AAA) and Waterville Pinch (9V)—have been competitive. This franchise does have a title to its name and a great early rivalry with the Nome Alone, managed by the late Scott Seator. My April record has not been good recently (it seems I start 0-4 just about every year), but my squad is pretty sound. Introducing the 2007 Maine Squeeze, both old and new.
The premise is this: At the start of the year, a man named Molotov Alva disappeared from his California home. A director, visiting Second Life, discovers a series of video diaries by an avatar of the same name. In the first one, “Out of My Skin,” Molotov explains his initial sense of disconnection from “straightworld” and how he is losing the memories of that life. To prevent this from happening again, in-world, Molotov is documenting his existence. Quoting Socrates and illustrating his various metaphors through virtual objects, he claims, “I’ve been in my second life so long, I’ve forgotten.”
This parody of Second Life is old news, but I’m spring cleaning my drafts lists. In response, Linden Labs sent the author—Darren Barefoot—a un-cease-and-desist letter, writing: “Linden Lab objects to any implication that it would employ lawyers incapable of distinguishing such obvious parody.”