Please Follow Me Here. . .

http://hdchildree.com/wordpress/  

I’m trying to figure out how to follow you at  my new blog address, but it’s proving more difficult than I thought.  Jump on over to my new site, and follow me there.

I’ll keep trying to follow you.

H D

What? This Blog Is Moving?

Yep.  You read that correctly.  What has brought about this change?  I moved my blog to my own web site, using the Word Press tools.  This is thanks to the New Media Production course I’m taking as part of my graduate certificate work in Rhetoric and Composition.  Unfortunately, that only allowed me to import all of my posts.  I lost all of my formatting and all of my custom menus.  However, it means that my entire online presence is in one location.  Therefore, please hop over to http://hdchildree.com/wordpress/ and follow me through that blog.  It’s the same that I’ve been doing here; however, with my online presence managed from one location, I’ll be able to better maintain the site.

Don’t worry.  I’m working on the appearance of the blog.  It’s not very pretty at the moment.

Ann Coulter Backlash

I caught the very end of NPR’s Talk of the Nation in which Neal Conan mentioned John Franklin Stephens rebuttal of a bad tweet by Ann Coulter.  Here’s the letter, which also connects to the original tweet.

 

http://specialolympicsblog.wordpress.com/2012/10/23/an-open-letter-to-ann-coulter/

Social Media Fundraising

As usual, it has been a very busy semester, but this semester has been different because I actually have my own website.  Feel free to visit me.

Meanwhile, we’ve begun our social media fundraising campaign.  The information is below.  Please help us raise $1,000 for domestic violence prevention.

The husband and I are taking a New Media Production class as part of our graduate certificate program in rhetoric and composition at the University of South Florida in Tampa.  One area that we are exploring is the use of social media in the area of fundraising.

Here’s where you can help.  We are working with several other people to raise funding and supplies for The Spring of Tampa Bay, “the largest of Florida’s 42 certified domestic violence shelters.”  The Spring’s mission is to “prevent domestic violence, protect victims and promote change in lives, families, and communities.”  Since the organization has been around since 1977, we’re pretty sure that The Spring isn’t going anywhere.
Help us help The Spring by donating as little or as much as you can at http://mymissio.com/missio/help-domestic-violence-victims-become-survivors. Our goal is to raise $1,000 by November 30.
MyMissio is the nonprofit I worked for this past summer.  Since then, I’ve become a board member.  I can assure you that all of MyMissio’s contributions are secure and follow the PCI Security Standards Council requirements to protect your data.
Each month that funds accumulate, MyMissio will cut a check to The Spring, using 3.5% of the donation to cover transaction costs.  Help us reach our goals of doing a good deed (giving money to The Spring) and earning a good grade in our class .  If you have any questions, please feel free to email me.

 

What Have I Been Up To?

My graduate course work in Rhetoric and Composition was supposed to being 8/27.  Unfortunately, Hurricane Isaac was in the area so class was cancelled.  The next week was Labor Day, so there was no class again.

Last week was our first class (New Media Production).  It’s week 4, and we’ve had only two classes.

I am up to my ears in html and css.  To see what I’ve been doing, visit my website at www.hdchildree.com.  Keep in mind that this is a work in progress, and it’s changing almost daily.

HTML and CSS and Oh My!

Last night, despite being the 3rd week of the semester, was my first grad class this term.  I’m taking New Media Production.  I’ve already learned about W3C validation and relearned some of the html and css I worked on about 8 years ago when I earned an M.Ed in instructional technology.  I forgot almost everything from then since I haven’t been using it.  Needless to say, there have been some rather nice changes to html and css since then.

As a result of the course, I now have a domain name.  Feel free to visit it at http://www.hdchildree.com.  It will be changing as the semester progressing because I’m creating my web presence.  I can’t wait to get back to reading Gregory L. Ulmer’s Internet Invention, which I’m going to do as soon as I get this posted.

Technology Hits My Brain

and my brain is going to explode.

Grad classes began again this week.  For those who’ve been following, the husband and I are working on 18 hours (a graduate certificate) in teaching composition.  Monday’s class was cancelled due to threats from Hurricane Isaac (as was school for the public school district where we work); however, technology intervened, and we received our assignments via email.

Ducket and Stolley’s texts were pretty easy to read and provided a good review of what I’d learned in my MEd coursework that I finished in 2005.  My instructional technology degree, though, isn’t about web site creation, but about the creation of the curriculum behind the web site.  We did learn basics to creating web sites, but it’s been awhile since I’ve worked on html and ftp.  I’m going to blame the Heidegger article for my brain freeze.  I simply can’t remember how to upload a stinking web page.  I can’t believe I haven’t had to upload a web page since 2005.  I guess I love CMS a lot.

The Heidegger article.  Good heavens.  36 pages on the essence of technology.  I think Wikipedia (yes, I was looking for help, so I went to Wiki) put it best:

Put just as unlucidly. . .

I don’t think I could have said it better.  Heidegger frequently rephrases himself, but his rephrasings are Greek (and German) to me.  For the record, I took 2 years of German in college, but I didn’t get anywhere close to the philosophical level, but I may have just understood the German a bit better.

What I do know is that I need to complete the following tasks for this blog:

  • upload my index.html page for my domain:  www.hdchildree.com
  • display my delicious and Twitter accounts here
  • reconnect my blog to my Yahoo and Facebook accounts
  • develop a better sense of humor or it will be a long semester for you and me.

I tried to repost, but. . .

It didn’t work.

This blog (http://crashandbern.wordpress.com/2012/07/13/people-need-to-read-more/) has a great graphic about reading.

Summer Projects 2012, Part 2

Alas, I have been remiss in keeping up my web present.  That would be because I went back to work (my real job of teaching high school English) 2 weeks ago.

In addition to reading 17 books this summer (15 from the Florida Teens Read book list) and working for MyMissio, I have also been redoing my front bedroom.

You’ll notice that I took everything apart, tested paint colors, and removed the original speaker system (it had long been disconnected) and filled in the speaker box’s opening.

Since I took these pictures, I finished painting the built in cabinet in the curtain colors, and my mom and I redid the wood floor.  We discovered that using liquid soap and stainless steel worked great for removing the residue left from when the carpet pad was GLUED (don’t ever do that!) to the floor.  Mom then restained and sealed the floor.

Now I’m working on sanding the drawers that I should not have painted.  Note to self:  if it’s not already painted, don’t paint it!  Dad and my husband installed new baseboards, and Dad discovered that the built in is made of mahogany.

This afternoon I worked on sanding the contact points on the drawers.  I was able to get one of the small desk drawers in, but the large drawer on the left side of the built in, despite multiple attempts at sanding all the right spots, still does not fit into the opening.  It’s so close, though.  Husband offered to force it, but I reasoned with him because we’ve (re: I’ve) forced those drawers in before and he’s had to pry them out.  The reasoning:  if it won’t go in smoothly and we force it, it won’t come out smoothly.  I do appreciate his offer for help.

Needless to say, I’m a bit frustrated because instead of sanding just the drawers in the garage, I had to come into the house and sand.  I’ve also managed to buy 2 types of the wrong belts for my Dad’s belt sander and kill his Black and Decker Mouse sander, but I went out and purchased a new Mouse sander.  I had just hoped to return it to him this evening.  Alas, I’ll have to continue this project next weekend.

FTR 2012-2013, Part 3

I just finished my next to the last text for the Florida Teens Read book list collated by the Florida Association of Media Educators.  If you’ve been following my blog, then you already know that my high school pulls its book club books from this list.

Laura Resau teamed with María Virginia Farinango to tell a fictionalized account of Virginia’s childhood in The Queen of WaterThe Queen of Water is the tale of Virginia’s childhood as an indígena in Ecuador in the 1980s.  What struck me as I finished the book this afternoon is how much it follows what I have been studying in Women of Color feminism.

There were / are several different classes of Ecudorians:  the poor indígena, the middle class and rich indígena, and the mestizos.  The indígena are thought of as inferior, less than human and the children are often sold / stolen into child slavery.  At seven, Virginia’s parents sent her to live with another family who promised them money and monthly payments for her work.  Virginia was beaten, denied an education, and constantly told that she was stupid, that she was dirty.

After Virginia escapes, around age 15, she realizes that her parents deeply regretted sending her off.  They, too, had been tricked into letting the people take her.  But through an amazing amount of work and spunk that had begun when she was enslaved, Virginia gets an education.  Her life, though, is fractured.  She is unable to combine her indígena self, with the mestiza-mimicking self, with her dishwasher self, with her student self.  She has been told who she is and what she is and who she can’t be and what she can’t be, but she says at the end of the novel that “I see that if you try to fit someone in a box, she might slip throught he seams like water and become her own river.”  By owning all of herself Virginia claims her entire self and begins to move forward with her life.

To learn more, visit Laura Resau’s website.