Showing posts with label Thing 4. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thing 4. Show all posts

Monday, 1 February 2010

Editing or deleting posts














Some of you may have worked this out already because you have techno-eyes and can see the obvious on a computer screen. For me I seem to work it out in a painstakingly slow way like Helen Keller in the movie "Miracle Worker".

I was trying to edit a post I had already published and realised when you called up the New Post page there was an underlined sentence at the bottom of the page: Return to list of posts, which once clicked brings up a list of all your posts with the options to edit or delete. Eureka! Later I realised that one of the tabs at the top of the New Post page, labelled "Edit Posts" takes you to this same list of posts.








What one can do with a blog


After a wee bit of fun with my blog I began to wonder: "Self, what else is there to do with me blog?" and the answer was in front of my eyes while perusing the 23 Things Blog. Members of my team have been asked to attend OUCS courses and then teach the rest in the team what they had learned. My first idea was to set-aside Wednesday afternoons for the team to meet and learn, but there were moans coming from the ranks of "too many things to do so little time" and why not make use of the Web 2.0 technology. Which one to use? Of course! Do what the 23 Things team is doing. Place the training on a blog. So thus was created the Lankester Rodeo Blog: for training of the Lankester room staff on the bucking broncos of databases and e-tools. I learned one additional aspect of blogs and that is setting the permissions so only my team can access it and are co-authors (instead of just followers). Okay, make that two things I learned.

Hopefully, in drafting our blog training sessions we will learn more about the e-tools we studied at OUCS as well as passing on the knowledge to our co-workers.

Tuesday, 26 January 2010

Why do I feel like someone is watching me?

I have followers! Fortunately they aren't the type to ask for my autograph over and over again, nor to pester me while I have my croissant in Maison Blanc. A discrete band of followers they are. Time to join the bunnies for carrot tea.