So much to blog about–SXSWi, talks from Boston to Tucson, many Baylor events–but before I get to all that, a moment to reflect on open educational opportunities and real audiences:<\/p>\n
My “From Memex to YouTube” class is in full Final Projects mode, heading toward presentations in just a few weeks. Projects range from music and identity<\/a> to social bookmarking (and organizing the infinite)<\/a> to animating the Mother of All Demos<\/a>. Lots of talent at work here. I’m eager to see what the seminar will create and share, and I’ll let you know when the live stream will happen (probably via Ustream again unless someone has a better suggestion).<\/p>\n This morning I’m especially jazzed to see that the “Tell a story in 5 frames” Flickr project is underway. I had an epiphany last week when discussing project ideas with the class: if you’re not sure what you really want to do for a final project, just read your blog posts to date. There’s probably a pattern of interest there. Look at the traces of your own engagement! Enjoy the strengths and predilections of your mind at play in the fields of study. Turns out that the photo project was right there all along, hiding in plain sight. And the results are coming in. The student (I keep saying “the student” in a doubtless misguided effort to preserve privacy) just posted the first “five frames” set to Flickr, and already two comments have come in praising the work.<\/p>\n Of course, I want the student to work hard and keep improving, but I’d be lying if I said the first outing was less than impressive. \ud83d\ude42 Not to dote, or anything…. You understand.<\/p>\n Take a look, see what you think, and comment if you are so moved<\/a>. More New Media Studies goodness on the way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" So much to blog about–SXSWi, talks from Boston to Tucson, many Baylor events–but before I get to all that, a moment to reflect on open educational opportunities and real audiences: My “From Memex to YouTube” class is in full Final … Continue reading