Using NearPod to illustrate Web 1.0, 2.0, & 3.0

I recently started using NearPod in my online classes. I like the features that allow students to self-assess, but it honestly works better in a live, teacher-paced setting. Nonetheless, I have used it to explain the differences between Web 1.0, Web 2.0, and Web 3.0.

I wrote a published article several years ago regarding Web 2.0 applications. Reading back over it now, I see how simplistic it was, and yet some of the ideas (and the apps) still hold true. The focus of the paper was in "making online learning relevant" in the wake of our putting entire graduate programs online. We looked for some features that could be added to the LMS we were using at that time (we have since moved from eCollege to Sakai and now to Canvas), and we even presented about it at a couple conferences, because it was considered "cutting edge" at that time.

Web 3.0 kind of threw me for a loop. I read SO MUCH about it without really learning much at all. It wasn't until I "ask(ed) Siri" for help that I found a truly useful article to which I want to credit and offer for anyone else struggling over the differences Web 3.0/The Semantic Web offers over its predecessors (actually its contemporaries since Web 1.0 and Web 2.0 aren't actually going anywhere).

Mitra, R. (2019). What is Web 3.0?: The evolution of the internet. Blockgeeks.
               https://blockgeeks.com/guides/web-3-0/

Check out my presentation at:

https://share.nearpod.com/vsph/IExZe4ETMu

EDM 510 Leaning Theories

I created this matrix, using theories I already knew, except the newer theory in my repertoire--Connectivism. I had not previously thought of how these theories related to Ed Tech, but now I can start to see how they all relate--but now it's a meta-analysis--tech through the lenses of these theories or these theories through the lens of tech.

I am currently enrolled in EDM 510, an educational media course, through the University of South Alabama, so for a time my blog posts will reflect things we are doing in class, and since many of you following me are educators, I hope you will find some things that you can use.

GREAT NEWS! I am publishing a book of my poetry through a framework for educators who want to teach creative poetry and form poetry. 

BAD NEWS! I had to take down most of my work and many of my posts from this site (photography and poetry) because I am using it in my publication (and for a course), and can't have it posted elsewhere until after it is formally in print. I left behind a couple of fun pieces though, and I kept the background photography taken a a cemetery in Mobile (though it looks almost exactly like a one I took at Metarie in NOLA). 

Lesson to take away from this--don't post your work (graphic or written) willy nilly on social media if you want to publish it formally for fun and profit.

Discarded Headstones

Discarded Headstones

~Susan Martin, November 2, 2015

Here where broken pile on broken

Where marble stones and limestone

Crisscross together in a final, final resting place—

A place for remembrance, for collecting together the discarded, 

As though death were not enough

The threat of time further advanced a more fatal blow.

Forgotten.

Surely loved ones carefully selected 

The stone, the words, the size, its shape.

After all, what more can one do for mortal remains

Than to erect statues and tablets, signifying a final resting spot?

Imagine their dismay if, ages later, they were to return

To search for, but never find that grave so deliberately marked!

Or what if, in death, the specters of those passed were to rendezvous

At the haunts of those gone before?

Without this marker—without this label—how would they?

It is a good thing death is not such—

That these markers are merely comfort objects for the living

Not useful to those passed.

A good thing that, once lain to rest

Those bones, that dust

Does not need an identifier as it rejoins the stuff from whence it came.

And it is a comfort to think that

Once removed from our physical form

Our essence may engage each other

Void of any earthly marker—whether stone or bone

In the ether apart from atomic bliss.

...a few of my favorite things (revisited with age)

Corrugated heart unyielding
Folded on itself too long
Unfurls to embrace a moment
Can't recluse--closes loose

Stretched-pale balloons filled tight with whispers
Suspended midway yearn to rest
Gravity, the fatal temptress
On the ground--can't rebound

An hourglass of falling virtues
Slowly seeming strained through time
Turning toxic through its passage
Flipped on end--renewed again

~sfm 1.18.17

Pantoum Royale

"Together forever," he promised.
She knew it was, in fact, temporary
though he meant it at the time
(everyone means it at the time).

She knew. It was, in fact, temporary.
A quick kiss. A knowing glance.
Everyone means it at the time.
This time would be different.

A quick kiss...a knowing glance
... a whisper only they shared...
This! Time would be different.
As they sat side by side,

a whisper only, they shared.
Their confidence seeping
as they sat side by side.
"It is nothing," escaped his lips.

Their confidence seeping
(though he meant it at the time).
"It is nothing," escaped his lips
together forever. He promised.

~sfm 3.22.16

This is my first ever attempt at a pantoum, characterized by repeating lines and punctuation placement play.

Though interpretation is ever at the reader's discretion, this poem was constructed to honor the love story of Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria and his wife Sofie, Duchess of Hohenberg, whose deaths on their 14th wedding anniversary are famed with stimulating the First World War. Though their relationship was controversial due to their different statuses in society, they loved nonetheless, dying slumped next to each other following a parade--the Archduke assuring his duchess until the end that his wound was "nothing" and encouraging her to stay alive for their children.

Intimacy by Default

We occupy same space, same time
Growing numb we grow apart
Effortless, this stale stalemate
Laissez-faire from the start

As days fade into nights and years
We waltz together, miles apart
We're better than alone, I guess
A grand illusory work of art

I suture wounds from my unrest
(If I exhale they'll rip apart)
Like tides heed not the sleeping sands
You wander through my hopeless heart

~sfm 9.27.16