To pluck the fruit from the next tree, I'm looking for new opportunities and blogging them at http://carpediempostdoc.wordpress.com/.
Before I go, remember that I've uploaded my PhD thesis to the Open University's Open Research Online (ORO) repository.
Then continue here.
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Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Sunday, 5 April 2009
Internet, death and sex
Internet, death and sex is a possible title for a unit in an exciting new OU course now in the making. It'll have quizes, and magic and computing, and the number TU100, being a technology course. The U in the number means it's a universal course that people doing any degree might want to follow even if they never touch technology or computing again. It's going to be a sixty point course, so lots of work, but the original foundation courses were also sixty points - it's a shock when you start studying, but it's what you have to do to get used to having study time in your life, along with work, and family (forget about friends other than fellow OU students for a few years).
Why Internet? Because it's about computing without using so much power from your home computer, but doing cloud computing, storing your work on some remote server, and using applications from some server rather than on your home computer.
Why death? Because of the death of the home computer. Computing power's all in the clouds now.
Why sex? Do the course. It's due out in 2010.
Why Internet? Because it's about computing without using so much power from your home computer, but doing cloud computing, storing your work on some remote server, and using applications from some server rather than on your home computer.
Why death? Because of the death of the home computer. Computing power's all in the clouds now.
Why sex? Do the course. It's due out in 2010.
Saturday, 18 October 2008
Concert
Why listen to the Open University orchestra's October concert of Bizet & Borodin? See the page here.
You might complain that amateur musicians make horrible noises, but I miss the amateur sing-songs that my family used to have as I was growing up, before you could hear professional music of high quality everywhere. You used to have the fun of doing it yourself, participation they call it now.
And that's what I got from this concert - the pleasure of watching people getting pleasure from successfully performing for their colleagues. The musicians looked so happy to hit the right notes at the right time, to make these lovely sounds, to be working together. And unlike in big concert rooms, I could see their pleased faces, watch the drummer's head approvingly nod and count the beat, the nervous look on the flautist face as she played the long last note of the Borodin Central Asia musical picture, and her pride as the conductor waved his baton to finish.
That's why you should go. Enjoy the pride.
You might complain that amateur musicians make horrible noises, but I miss the amateur sing-songs that my family used to have as I was growing up, before you could hear professional music of high quality everywhere. You used to have the fun of doing it yourself, participation they call it now.
And that's what I got from this concert - the pleasure of watching people getting pleasure from successfully performing for their colleagues. The musicians looked so happy to hit the right notes at the right time, to make these lovely sounds, to be working together. And unlike in big concert rooms, I could see their pleased faces, watch the drummer's head approvingly nod and count the beat, the nervous look on the flautist face as she played the long last note of the Borodin Central Asia musical picture, and her pride as the conductor waved his baton to finish.
That's why you should go. Enjoy the pride.
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