Between the campus and the cloud

Golden Silk Orb-weaver spiderImage: Wendy Taleo, 2017
Somewhere betweenthe campus and the cloudmy stories lie hiddenuntil shared. Clear and loud.
This is a continuation of my poem "Somewhere between" that you can read here. This week in Network Narratives we are thinking about the Storied Places. What stories lie within the campus and how can you understand the student experience from these stories? There are 2 physical campuses and 1 virtual 'cloud' campus that are relevant to my learning journeys at the moment. The first campus is where I work. The second physical place is in Milton Keynes, UK which is just up the road from London. That is where the Open University, UK, is based and I'm an online student there again this year. The third space/location/cloud is the Internet. Various Learning Management Systems, social media platforms, shared blogging, synchronous connections and discussions boards. These spaces also impact my stories.

Then I listened to this con…

Padlet Poetry and Boundaries

I started a collaborative activity in our NetNarr repose week(s). This came about from a Twitter DM conversation amongst a few of the open participants. I threw it out into the wild and the response has been fantastic, moving and multi-dimensional. The challenge for any learning activity is how much structure to put around it and how much structure is put upon us because of the tech/app used. This has continues to surface in the Network Narratives course/event/LOOM as people become aware of how much structure they are used to and comfortable with and looking for in learning.

While trying to sort out another activity (which is currently stalled) there was this quote:  " I will say that the more boundaries we give ourselves, the better it will be." Sandy Brown Jensen.

I don't like boundaries, I don't. I don't like fences, I don't. I watch with trepidation as a fence is built at work, where before it was open space, free for desire paths to be created. Now our…

On the bus tour

I wonder what you did on the bus tour today Did the kids fight up the back row Or tell naughty jokes?
I wonder what you did on the bus tour today Did the shy kids sit behind the driver Or crowd together on row 2?
I wonder what you did on the bus tour today Was there food flung from scungy lunchboxes Or cards played out of sight?
I wonder what you did on the bus tour today Did your big sister ignore you Or protect you from the word barbs?
I wonder what you did on the bus tour today Did you fall asleep half way home Or sing until your voice cracked?
I wonder what you did on the bus tour today Did the driver have to wake you up Or were you first off the bus?
I wonder what you did on the bus tour today.
Wendy Taleo CC BY (memories of catching the bus to school)

Our worlds

Sometimes our worlds collide, stretch, morph and change.
Original graphic fron #dda53  @dogtrax with Tiny Planet app.


 Image: Wendy Taleo "Reflection on Stuart" 2017
Reflection of Lightfe I had this post mostly written, went for a coffee, network glitch, post lost.

You and I will never know what was written.

I was just about to give up Network Narratives, yes, that was the words in my head. Then along came the next Studio visit. A diverse audience chatting with Howard Rheingold and Mamie Rheingold.

Week 6 question:
Are you feeling in control of your Networked Narratives experience, lost in the chaos, or perhaps sometimes both?

To which I reply: Kind of.

Oh wait, there is a scale to follow:

Then I thought I might be dreaming. So I did the 'dream-check' the Howard Rheingold way as referred to here. If you jump and your feet land on the floor, you are most likely, not dreaming.

or the Giphy/meme version of that.

Having established all of that, on reflection, life still is and if the sun comes up tomorrow, there will be light.
Post Script: This from Kevin…

The Kangaroo - Scene I

The tale of the kangaroo and the fence. The kangaroo might have been Syrian children starved by their countrymen.

Or maybe the indigenous kids at my son's school that I don't see because they don't come to school.

The water might have been food trucks turned back at borders.

Or a missed education.

The fence could be a wall to block people joining their families.

Or some crazy idea in the late 1800's to block rabbits (an introduced species that came over on boats) crossing Australia.

The students might have been the paparazzi, hounding a Princess after a late night supper.

Or digital humanists that observe their life through a writer's lense.

The devices might have been social media that tracks the truth and fake-ness of what might or might not have happened.

Or VR/AR/3D/4D/other-ness kind of things.

The awe may have been Jason Silver embodying this through his Shots of Awe videos.

Or not.

The sorrow, ahhhh, the sweet sorrow. Might have been a movie plot to tug on h…

Spin Bots and Story Shapes

Story shapes, Glitch Art and Network Improvisation. What a time we are having along this NetNarr road.

Story shapes are a way of visualising the narrative. NetNarr TagsExplorer by Martin Hawksey is rather mesmerising to watch. If you want to see where you sit in the 'eye', press Ctrl F and type your Twitter tag in there.

This does not present any emotion between the nodes. In this article "The emotional arcs of stories are dominated by six basic shapes", Reagan et al (2016) talk about measuring the popularity of emotional arcs in different stories and about 'shared emotional experiences'. I find this interesting to apply to the Networked Narrative that is happening between students that see each other face-to-face and those that have never met in that way. How much emotion do we share that could even allow us to match our experiences? Could this impact how we interact with Twitter bots, teacher bots or Twitter accounts of 'other' sort (like owls, cow…