At the edge of the chair watching the NBA finals.
Tweaking minor goofs in the VCampus to eCollege conversion piloting in the
U.’s online courses this summer. Our DL staff told me this was the largest
online course migration–moving between CMS providers–to date. No idea how they figure that or whether anyone cares. Noticed today that some comments (in an asynchronous threaded discussion) were time-stamped out of
order. So the response gets tucked in before the comment to which it
replies.
A wall of wind and lightning gusted through KC last night, flickering the
lights and littering the area with branches big and small. All the
newscasters could talk about today is the registering of 75 MPH, "hurricane
force" winds that blasted the region last night. Up on the rooftop
one shingle lifted, so I scaled the ladder, rummaged around up there late this
afternoon, dabbing fibrous tar-goop.
Prepping for a trip to N.M. on Wednesday. Will fly into Albuquerque for
this summer’s Native Vision Sports and Life Skills camp. All the to-do
with house-selling and moving has left me feeling distracted; my focus
definitely isn’t on the camp–hosted this year by the Southern Pueblo
Tribes in Bernalillo (which, I think, is just outside Albuquerque, although I
haven’t checked a map). We learned on Friday that the house-seller in Syracuse
accepted another offer. So we’re just counting days, waiting impatiently
for this lovely house in KC to be swept off the market by a new owner.
Else? Too early to say.
I’ve been keeping readerly tabs on all of the exciting things shaking up the
Blogosphere–the Hawaii
C&W
conference,
mainly, and Jenny’s hard-earned, well deserved Best
Blog Award. Is there a trophy? Some kind of graphic insignia?
Pizza Hut now boasts WingStreet here in the metro area. And we ordered
some wings. But I’ve decided PH should stick to pizza. Traditional
pizza. Chicken products from pizza hut–buffalo style chicken pizza,
chicken as a topping, WingStreet wings–leave a lot to be desired. I don’t
usually flail around with grand decrees about food stuff, but I’ll never eat
chicken from Pizza Hut (or WingStreet) again. Blech!
Blog entries I’ve been contemplating: 1. How are the Braddocks going?
I’m a third of the way through them. Continue? Shelve it? Change the
approach? 2. My oldest uncle–G.–succumbed to cancer yesterday. It was a
long, relentless time working on him. Been thinking about a tribute, mainly
because watching Big Fish last night (between storm flickers) brought up
a few ideas about memory, imagination, myth, family. I hope to share some good ones later this week. And my uncle G., being a pastor and a forestry biologist, well, I sense a certain, tough-to-describe peace about it all, in
part, maybe, because his time came almost exactly seven years to the day after
his younger sister, my mom, passed away. Heh. This paragraph started out about the Braddocks. No, I’m not all over the place.
Really. 3. Bookmarked this
article from the NYT. It ties into a whole set of issues about
verified readership. So I can put a clandestine confirmation cue in the message to ascertain it has been certifiably, indubitably read?
Yes, IS there a trophy? I wouldn’t have even known about the award unless a friend had told me. I guess a cash prize or luxury goodies are out of the question, huh?
A one-year subscription to C&W wouldn’t be out of line. Or maybe a waiver of the fees for next summer’s conference. But I like the possibilities of something like Lord Stanley’s Cup–something mysterious, photogenic, and prone to a jagged history of possession. It could be passed to the new Blogger of the Year at each subsequent conference (not that a repeat bid by Stupid Undergrounds is out of the question, of course).