Here in Canada, we don’t trust Ponies. They are too cute to not be up to something. Also, we have access to an unlimited supply of Moose. That is why our early postal system was called the Swamp Donkey Express. Moose have the added bonus of built-in antlers to hang your parcels from. That is why there was no postal service in the winter as the antlers are shed. Also, it’s cold in the winter who cares about mail that much?
You were also able to have packages sent by Voyageur, via canoe. And the 2-month Prime service involved the moose in a canoe with the Voyageur. It was very expensive and completely unreliable. Much like my fact-checking. #TDC1494
This morning I was tasked by the Daily Create to become an inventor. What I found was, as an inventor, I am not able to invent anything. So I invented The Inventionator. It makes inventions for you by yelling into the input pipe. The next phase will be to become an engineer to engineer this thing, but I also am not able to perform that feat. Let me know if you figure it out! Only $39.99
Now someone like Dr. Oblivion being ‘missing’ should only be seen as suspect. To think that someone could put something over on him is laughable. So it must be by choice that he is missing.
So we have to dig deeper. And I dug deeper. Did I answer any questions? No, all I did was create more. Many more questions. Not many people know this, but you can set Google Earth back in time and see what was going on in, for example, the Old West. It sounds unbelievable, I know, but those Googlers are sharp folk. You have to pay for the premium Google Earth Service.
Anyway, I was looking around the Black Hills of South Dakota on the Google Earth. I had it set to 1847 and I thought I’d have a look at what Ol’ Mt Rushmore looked like before its face lift. And lo and behold, what a sight! Pre-Rushmore Rushmore has a look of familiarity to it. What was and is going on? Have a look. #tdc1492.
Daily Create: Create a six second stop motion video of yourself producing some type of art.
Mine is the making of a failed project. A few days ago we were to daily create a no-look drawing of a cactus. I tried it. The results were not feel-good ones so I trashed it and didn’t participate. This is an homage to those dark moments. #tdc1489
So I’m getting behind and skipping some stuff, which I feel is in the spirit of being an open participant. If you’d like tips on how to do this, hit me up.
Here are some excuses: work, family, moving. Good enough.
All I could muster this week (last week) was one blog post about What’s the Story with Stories? and a few daily creates about Chuckleheads, Choices and obviously one about Hoodoo Larue.
That’s all that I produced. All I gave this week. But on the flip side I took a lot. By take I mean I did a lot of reading and took a lot of inspiration from the resources in ‘Yes, But What is Digital Storytelling? These Edupunk guys and gals are pretty cool. I think I just might look up to them. I bookmarked approximately a lot of links to articles and posts and I followed on Twitter anyone mentioned anywhere so that I can come back to these ideas and feel connected to them. I’m on to you.
So it being Thursday of week 4, I’m pulling the pin on week 3. That’s it week 3, you’re done. Head off into the sunset. Week 4 is where it’s at now. See you there!
Hoodoo Larue was panning the World Wild Web for DS106 gold on the way to Oregon. He died. #tdc1488
Daily create today is to illustrate a choice. Well, I found myself needing to choose a new profile pic for something work-related (it’s a members only place, can’t tell you any more). I decided to use it for a new Twitter profile pic, too! Two birds, one choice. I looked for cool pics of bikes (I like bikes). I looked for comic book heroes and cowboys. But I decided to go ahead and use words to illustrate myself. So here’s my speech bubble. It represents my willingness to help.
Daily create = take some Shakespeare and put ‘er into Ol’ West speak. Done, with some accidental reverb. I will live with my mistake and get on with my day.
No Googling, no cheating. It’s time to just use what’s currently stored and available for recall in this here brain of mine to answer the question: What is Digital Storytelling?
Let’s focus on the first part of the second word: Story. And here’s my brain’s in-depth analysis: Story, is like, what happened. What happened to the thing to get that thing where it is today. And by today I mean whenever the present of the story is, which could be in the past or future. And by what happened I mean that it didn’t necessarily happen for real. Someone might have made it up. Even if it’s a true story there’s probably some embellishing for fun. So yeah, that’s story: the things that happened, are happening, will happen, or will have been happening (ah, you never get to use the future perfect continuous tense!)
The second part: Telling. The telling part is where the magic happens. And by magic I mean effort and enthusiasm. The more oomph you put in your story, the better. A mundane story about picking up your dry cleaning can be made great (or, to be more realistic, listenable) by some ooomph in your telling. How do I oomph, you may ask? Well, oomph it up with details, background, emphasis, passion, whatever. Hey I’m at the early stages of learning about digital storytelling. Someone else is going to tell me how to oomph. I’ll get back to you on that.
That takes us to the fancy part: Digital. We say it first in the term Digital Storytelling, but it’s more logical to describe it last. The digital part is where we get to cheat. A picture is worth a thousand words so other fancy things are worth extra free words too. Sounds (+500 words), GIFS, (+1750), videos (+500-10000). These numbers are approximate. When we tell a story in person with our voice and body, we can add oomph with gestures and intonation and expressions. The digital part, when we want to throw this on the Internet for the whole cosmos to see, is how we can oomph online. So, wish me luck learning to oomph. I’ll need some.
Levi spent his 40s, and the ’40s (1840s that is) panning, digging, clawing, mucking and chucking for gold in them hills, them dales, them vales and them northern, western and southern climes. Everywhere. He found enough to get by, if still being alive means he ‘got by’. But he’s down enough fingers and toes to be counted as statistically significant. And a bit of earlobe. And he ended the decade 45 pounds lighter. Let’s just say he wasn’t the best or luckiest prospector. So what did he get out of it? Stories. Stories that started in the Yukon and ended in Mexico. Started with a fortune, and ended in tragedy. And ones that went the other direction. That one’s not his though. His started near average and ended well below that. The graph looks mountainous. Not Himalayas though, more like Appalachians. And the end state of his story is not up any hill but down on the prairie. He spent his retired days telling them stories to anyone’d listen and buy him a round. You could tell he hadn’t given up the hunt for gold yet though. He was always hinting at that. I’ll tell you more about Levi’s retired days later.