News Briefs

Republicans push for a permanent aristocracy

A.A. Sponsor Turns in Evans Woman for Underage Party. This story keeps getting better as you read it: Attorney for Evans Party Mom Releases Statement

Candy Crush Saga: Man tears tendon in thumb from playing mobile game too much

If you are an Android user, go to type in “find my phone.” You may have to log in to be verified, but it’s a very new(ish) cool thing.

David Hasselhoff performs the Kung Fury theme

The Age of Hubble a (2015) Documentary about Space – [50:01] – An army of high-tech telescopes, led by Hubble in space, has delivered an unprecedented chain of discoveries about how galaxies took shape, how stars live and die, and how life arose. What are we learning about the universe and ourselves in this Age of Hubble?

(So, every few days, I like to put links to things that I read, see, or that you’ve linked in your world. I hope you enjoy, I’ll try to keep them going)


Archive of Recorded Poetry and Literature

The Library of Congress has launched an archive of Recorded Poetry and Literature

Listen to audio-recorded readings of former Consultants in Poetry Elizabeth Bishop, Gwendolyn Brooks and Robert Frost; Nobel Laureates Mario Vargas Llosa and Czeslaw Milosz, and renowned writers such as Ray Bradbury, Margaret Atwood, and Kurt Vonnegut read from their work at the Library of Congress.

The Archive of Recorded Poetry and Literature at the Library of Congress dates back to 1943, when Allen Tate was Consultant in Poetry. It contains nearly two thousand recordings—of poets and prose writers participating in literary events at the Library’s Capitol Hill campus as well as sessions at the Library’s Recording Laboratory.

Most of these recordings are captured on magnetic tape reels, and only accessible at the Library itself. In digitizing the archive and presenting it online, the Library hopes to greatly broaden its use and value. The material featured on this online presentation represents a sample of this collection. The site will continue to provide additional items from this archive on a monthly basis over the next several years.

Dean in the Raw

This is me of late.

Not at my best, not feeling my best, but trying my best. I’ll post something more suitable later.

Either this is candid, or it’s TMI…  Antonia knows how to reach into a person and extract their essence with a camera.



Inaugural Post

Most of my best writing and content has been dumped into the Facebook garbage collector. This material has been seen by a very few people and likely will never to be seen again. Facebook is a black hole for thoughts, drawing revenue and hits for itself and its facsimiles.

They took 15 years of carefully designed taxonomies, categories, archive navigation mechanisms, and tagging schemes, all considered to be good information architecture best practices, and tossed all of that out the window. All of that work was designed to find things, make things accessible, and to provide clear pathways to that information. Now, all of that has been forgotten. On Facebook and it’s ilk, you have a fire hose of status updates, your friends get their own fire hoses, and no one sees much of anything. It’s very easy to miss something thoughtful, meaningful, or even profound. There is good content, but it’s visible only for a few moments, the next cat pic, or inspiring quote with a scenic background, shoves it out if the way permanently.

It didn’t start with Facebook, or Twitter.  The downfall of self-hosted, one to many personal publishing began back in the Myspace days.  I recognized that as it was happening. Though I didn’t do it myself, I encouraged others to get their own sites and write for themselves.  To stop wasting words on a very limited audience, of which only 15-20% of their friends will ever see what they’ve created. We sold our souls for comments and “likes.”  In 2004, this site received 3000+ unique visitors per day.  That’s more friends and follows than most of us have, who might see, what was it again? 15-20% of your nonsense… probably more like 3-5%. All of those unique visitors read at least the most current post, like you are now. Oh well, off to Facebook… Off to Twitter…. Off to Tumblr… Off to Pinterest… you get the idea.

But, I stopped participating in social media as well.  I began to work and care for my family. Most times, my commutes alone required at least 15 hours, per week, of my time.  I faded from all communications as I struggled to remain relevant technically and professionally, and personally.

Everything suffered. Work, family, and me too.

So, I’m back to this.

This is about my stuff. My family. My words, My pictures, My videos. I. Me. Mine. Not Zuckerberg’s.

I don’t have commenting enabled. There is no real need for two-way conversation anymore. There is other mechanisms for that. It isn’t that I’m not interested in what you have to say, but I don’t want to have to babysit, moderate, and watch discussions go into the ditch as they so often do. If I write something so compelling, or provocative that a discussion is warranted, you can contact me and tell me so.

I’m glad I’m back here, writing. I’m even more glad that you’re back here, reading.  If you don’t know what this place is about, where it came from, where it went, and where it’s going read a bit more on the “About” page, if you wish.