Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
First, I'd want to say - let's be honest, you knew that you would get those results - the reason you feel bad is because you feel sad that others are disappointed in you. I know you feel scared about the change and the future that lies ahead. The truth is though, none of this will matter in the long run. You'll end up in a place in life that's just as fine as the 'perfect results' version of your life would have been. The bit you don't realise, is that the university you're going to go to now won't be the end of the story. The degree you're about to take won't make you happy. And, to be honest, you'll loathe just about every bit of your studies. But it's okay. Again, it'll just be one of those things which you'll emerge from at the other end and realise that that didn't really matter either.
Then I'd want to tell me that those results which seem so important. The results that your Head of Sixth Form has asked you if they're enough and you've said 'no', and the conversation has ended there and then. Those results won't even get a mention on your CV in the adult version of your life. You'll vaguely refer to '3 A-level passes' and wince when people mention A-level Maths. But, it still won't really matter.
The thing which you'll realise is that life is a jigsaw puzzle made up of thousands and thousands of pieces with an ever changing picture. And that's exciting. And that's what makes life interesting. And that's why, despite the fact that you think that you'll be done with education when you finish that degree you'll go on to take (and hate). You'll discover that you've only just started learning. And when you've grown up a bit, you'll do another degree. And light a fire of love of learning inside you that you just can't put out. And do another degree. And another. And want to take that passion for learning with you wherever you go.
And you'll know that no matter what, you have it inside you to survive and find a way to find the interesting things in life.
The thing I'd tell my 17 year old me is that this is a blip. A speck. A moment.
And then I'd give myself a jolly big hug.
PS And by the way, 17 year old version of me...
PPS ... I wouldn't change a thing.
[originally posted to my photo journal on 18th August 2011]
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
"Uploading and sharing images on Twitter.com is easy! Below you’ll find a brief how-to and some answers to common questions about uploading images on Twitter - right from your Tweet box!"
... and the instructions they provide are nice an' straightforward! No mention of copyright or licensing though... which is a bit an omission. Images up to 3MB, hosted by Photobucket, galleries to come... that all sounds good, even so.
... video next, maybe?
... video next, maybe?
Sunday, August 7, 2011
|Source: Sarah Horrigan, 2011|
Well, I get it in that I know approximately how to use it as well as some quick tips to help life on Google+ along. But, shall I tell you what I really don't get about it so far? It's like social networking with your mum in charge.
Firstly, the whole identity crisis thing at the moment. No pseudonyms. What? Why? There is a long tradition of writing being done using a pseudonym going back hundreds of years. From famous authors to performers on stage or those needing / wanting to protect their identity - not using your 'real' name is perfectly acceptable. Only recently I had an experience which made me think again about my decision to use my own name for the various bits of material I share online. I've always tried not to name individuals (though I do mention my children occasionally) unless I have their consent or am writing about something they've publicly created. But you are still liable to things you've written being interpreted in a way you never intended - and that having professional consequences for you in the long term. The temptation to carry on writing but to use a pseudonym instead was strong. In the end, I opted for 'being me'. Despite the knowledge that the things I write could be perceived in a negative light should someone decide to do so, I know that I attempt to write in a personal, reflective and constructive style and I would be happy to discuss with anyone the views and viewpoints I share. 'Me' is still my preference.
But to decree that those who have chosen to use a pseudonym - and especially for those who've built up an online identity which is as 'real' as any other - cannot use a service such as Google+ is bizarre. It's as if someone has just switched on their computer to discover a world beyond the physical and is shocked that the communication paradigms by which they operate no longer need a 'this is my given name' standpoint to function. And function well. Your identity is about the sum of the parts. Your online identity even more so. Using a 'real' name no more guarantees anything about the user than anonymity shields it.
|Source: Sarah Horrigan, 2011|
If I were using Google+ in a slightly more formal setting, for example as part of a personalised learning environment with Google Apps during some kind of learning activity... well, that level of control could be very handy indeed. But I'm not. And it feels, just as with most formal spaces, somewhat artificial and abstracted from 'real' life.
Perhaps, as I was with Twitter, I'm not being fair. Not giving it enough time. But this isn't 2007 when I
blasted the concept of microblogging. And then spent the next few years repeatedly going 'okay, *now* I get it'. Especially when I realise that critical mass and numbers are everything. With 25 million plus users already, Google+ has 'success' scrawled all over it. Rapid growth. Mainstream adoption. A familiar concept. Integration of other services. The power of Google harnessed and bulging at the seams.
It's just not doing it for me.
Google+ stop trying to get me to tidy my room into pretty circular piles and behave 'nicely' with my nice little name tag on.
Both the real and online versions of me are kinda irritated right now.
PS Promise you won't tell anyone my little secret? 'kay?