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#edmooc Digital Artefact

And now for something a little different. For the past few weeks I've been taking part in an on-line course through coursera called E-learning and Digital Cultures. As our final outcome/hand-in we have to create the digital artefact of our choice containing elements of what we've learnt, presented in a mixed media format. Following is mine, in the form of a blog post about learning how to be a dressmaker on-line, supported by images and videos.

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Q: Love


"I love my socks... I love you too."

Does anybody else get this sort of nonsense from their other halves?

I have a better one actually... (please comment)
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As you may have noticed I've been a bit absent. Well sadly that's not going to improve for the foreseeable, on Friday night my flat was broken into, and my laptop, iPad and accessories and a couple of other technological things were taken. I've now moved flat and am perfectly safe, but all I have is the lj app on my iPhone, so sorry if I'm ignoring you all. New laptop will arrive at the end of the week and hopefully insurance will cover everything.

Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.

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I've been crafty.

Back to uni tomorrow, three more modules this semester, starting with DE, then RTD on Tue and MCPDM on Weds. So Death Eaters masquerading as text documents, Russell T Davies sneaking up on records as they become digital and no one has any idea what MCPDM is.

Anyway, I've finished my first beady animal, a peacock. He's red because I had an excess of red and he's only practice since I have to do a real white one for our new wreath. I need to work on the tautness of my wire though because as you can see...

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This particular pattern/instructions were in French, which is fine (especially since all the books with the peacock in seem to be out of print and hard to find, so I was lucky to get this at all), but it seems that the Germans are miles better at this and things are much easier to find in German, so the book I bought is in German, which I clearly have to learn to understand the instructions and words. Cause while the pictures/diagrams are all well and good, I've got to be missing something. Icon is totally relevant though because there's a pattern for a blue parrot.
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That wonderful moment when you're talking intelligently with your crush about something for over five minutes before either of you have remembered your crush and then bam, neither of you can make eye contact any more. But those glorious minutes when even though you're in a crowded bar (with celeb*) but all that matters is you two and not the course-mates next to you or anything else as if the world has paused around you, but it stops as suddenly as it started and all you have are memories.

Then later the offer of food (chips) which you can only refuse so many times - especially since you haven't eaten in 10 hours - before you give in and discover they're exactly as you like them, not covered in some terrible condiment or sauce and he keeps offering until you refuse again, because you don't want to look like a fat pie (difficult in Glasgow where there is the obesity and heart attack capital, I am practically a stick figure next to those) so yes, a good night, but terribly heart-wrenching. So Blackadder fans, made a note in my mental diary on the way home while chatting to them all, simply says "Oh bugger." Because I've fallen even harder for him than I was before.

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And now, even though I'm horribly damp and soggy I feel as though someone is hugging me, like I'm all happy and squee-y and I can't stop smiling again. Like the ego and confidence boost I've been needing for so long. Here's hoping it can only continue...
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We Shall Remember Them

For The Fallen

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
- Laurence Binyon
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Cartwheeling to the bakery

The other day at the Doctor's we went through the usual "have you fallen over?" and suchlike questions, then we moved on to activities while drunk, now I'm a very stable drunk and did not fall over or even stumble. The Doctor clearly thought I was lying and repeatedly asked if I had fallen over before moving onto asking if I had done DRUNKEN CARTWHEELS. At this point I interjected with but my symptoms are symmetrical surely only one hand would be injured if I had cartwheeled? She agreed reluctantly and gave me pills for another trapped nerve -

So now I'm nearly pain free and avoiding doing an essay (book review euch!) so I am in the midst of baking bread from scratch, it's currently rising, and have to go back to doing academic work. The kneading is oddly soothing and seemed to help my hands. Perhaps I should bake more often..


*This post brought to you courtesy of free NHS prescription opiates*
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I had a nightmare this morning, sort an Indiana Jones style quest dream, but then I was split from the rest of group and there were only two of us left in these brick-pillar style catacombs and a standard desk wheeley chair suddenly started rolling across the floor and then bashed through a brick wall to attack us, then I jumped and that was when I woke up. Must have been ghosts or something. I also have no idea who it was that was with me, and I don't remember anything that happened before. I am pretty sure that I was with a tall male protector type though.