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A list of all audio and video files associated with a series is maintained centrally on the distributor's server as a web feed. Files are stored locally on the user's computer or other device ready for offline use, giving simple and convenient access to episodic content.
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Monday, January 9, 2012
New goals in Internet Publishing Study
Explore podcasting opportunities on the internet
Identify uses for and methods involved in podcasting.
Publish a blog with information about podcasting
Acquire proficiency in podcasting by creating an original podcast
Master editing software for both audio and visual mediums by using new material and previously recorded original material from cassettes, CD's and DVD's.
Transfer analog mediums (cassettes) to digital format
Identify uses for and methods involved in podcasting.
Publish a blog with information about podcasting
Acquire proficiency in podcasting by creating an original podcast
Master editing software for both audio and visual mediums by using new material and previously recorded original material from cassettes, CD's and DVD's.
Transfer analog mediums (cassettes) to digital format
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Reviewing Previous Goals in Internet Publishing
I am approaching my study of internet from three major points of interest:
1) I am a Library School student, very interested in the impact digital publishing has on the library, the publishing industry, the librarian and the book.
I am curious about the future.
I believe the library of the future will become more important in the future, despite the digital age. Libraries are already providing open access to information, protecting our first amendment rights, and closing the digital divide. Library websites contain links to important social services in the community, and provide onsite help in computer skills, tax preparation, and a myriad of other subjects. The library also features activities for children, teens, artists, film buffs, and poets, while having changing displays of interest.
I see that the library is in many ways the library is already the library I envision for the future. My-vision-of-library-of-future.html
2) I am an author of stories and songs, wondering where and how to publish.
I self published 'A Recipe to Leaving an Abusive Relationship' through Smashwords, and have had 84 downloads so far. It is a free essay, but it pleases me that I might help some other woman caught in the same situation as I once was.
3) I am a future promoter wanting my author to achieve her goals. What are effective methods of promotion on the web? Is it possible to bring an unknown author to the attention of the reading public without support from paid alliances with internet giants? My author has had a hap-hazard history with spotty promotion attempts before losing interest. To be an effective marketer, I need a systematic, well planned approach, taking stock of what works and what doesn't.
To put it baldly, I suck at promotion but I know the things to do. Any kind of mass promotion is better than dribbles here and there, through newspaper, radio, television, or podcasting. Create a buzz, then play the show.
1) I am a Library School student, very interested in the impact digital publishing has on the library, the publishing industry, the librarian and the book.
I am curious about the future.
I believe the library of the future will become more important in the future, despite the digital age. Libraries are already providing open access to information, protecting our first amendment rights, and closing the digital divide. Library websites contain links to important social services in the community, and provide onsite help in computer skills, tax preparation, and a myriad of other subjects. The library also features activities for children, teens, artists, film buffs, and poets, while having changing displays of interest.
I see that the library is in many ways the library is already the library I envision for the future. My-vision-of-library-of-future.html
2) I am an author of stories and songs, wondering where and how to publish.
I self published 'A Recipe to Leaving an Abusive Relationship' through Smashwords, and have had 84 downloads so far. It is a free essay, but it pleases me that I might help some other woman caught in the same situation as I once was.
3) I am a future promoter wanting my author to achieve her goals. What are effective methods of promotion on the web? Is it possible to bring an unknown author to the attention of the reading public without support from paid alliances with internet giants? My author has had a hap-hazard history with spotty promotion attempts before losing interest. To be an effective marketer, I need a systematic, well planned approach, taking stock of what works and what doesn't.
To put it baldly, I suck at promotion but I know the things to do. Any kind of mass promotion is better than dribbles here and there, through newspaper, radio, television, or podcasting. Create a buzz, then play the show.
Monday, July 11, 2011
The Luck of Being Down on Your Luck in America
I have always been drawn to edges, underbellies, silver linings, and contrasts.
I have lived long enough so I can finally see where my high wire dances over perpendicular precipice have led.
I did not feel like I landed until I was 30, and now at 50+, I can see what I have gained by my unexpected life and experiences.
I expected to be a slightly plump, cookie-baking home-maker. I was tossed into the world instead, and have tried on many lives.
I have dined under chandeliers, and sold my plasma to feed my children.
I have been on stage, singing and playing my songs to cheering thousands, and I have been an invisible nothing girl.
I have been a smiling, bobbing waitress, and a recluse.
I have ridden in limosines, and I have ridden a child's bicycle with no seat to work.
I was taught it was more blessed to give than to receive, and found myself on the receiving end, accepting Christmas presents for my children from local churches.
I have had a middle class ego, astonished to find myself having to apply for food stamps.
I have believed in the power of prayer, and known that many a pious mother before me has had hungry children.
I seek non-violent confrontations, but I would have killed to protect my children.
I am an escapee from domestic violence, a displaced home-maker turned head of household.
I have been on top of the world, and I've been close to dying alone.
I have been painfully shy, and astonishingly bold.
I have been unable to listen. I learned to listen.
I loved the church. I rejected the church and went my own way.
I am reborn, and reborn but not like people say.
One brief fling with another female musician and I'm a lesbian.
Two failed marriages and I'm a double divorcee.
People can't decide if I'm ugly or beautiful, smart or stupid, crazy or sane; I answer to many names.
I have expected justice and been deeply dismayed.
I have believed that doctors and dentists, counselors, psychiatrists, and hospitals cared about me and mine, and I have been invisible, staring in horror at the dollar signs shining in their eyes as they slam the door and lock it.
I have held my cocktail, chatting and bobbing at the snobbiest of snob events with the Virginia Horsey Set, while my best friends back home are a motley crew of characters: scarred-up and perpetually broke, some toothless, some blacker than coal, some gayest of gay, some say some: crazy.
I am compassionate/ruthless, empathic/self-absorbed, an angry dreamer who loves microscopes and telescopes, angles and edges...and maybe just maybe the things I've learned are useful to others.
I've always, always loved to figure out how to replace misery with joy, the changes I would make in society's response to poverty. I know what it feels like to be down on your luck in America.
I have lived long enough so I can finally see where my high wire dances over perpendicular precipice have led.
I did not feel like I landed until I was 30, and now at 50+, I can see what I have gained by my unexpected life and experiences.
I expected to be a slightly plump, cookie-baking home-maker. I was tossed into the world instead, and have tried on many lives.
I have dined under chandeliers, and sold my plasma to feed my children.
I have been on stage, singing and playing my songs to cheering thousands, and I have been an invisible nothing girl.
I have been a smiling, bobbing waitress, and a recluse.
I have ridden in limosines, and I have ridden a child's bicycle with no seat to work.
I was taught it was more blessed to give than to receive, and found myself on the receiving end, accepting Christmas presents for my children from local churches.
I have had a middle class ego, astonished to find myself having to apply for food stamps.
I have believed in the power of prayer, and known that many a pious mother before me has had hungry children.
I seek non-violent confrontations, but I would have killed to protect my children.
I am an escapee from domestic violence, a displaced home-maker turned head of household.
I have been on top of the world, and I've been close to dying alone.
I have been painfully shy, and astonishingly bold.
I have been unable to listen. I learned to listen.
I loved the church. I rejected the church and went my own way.
I am reborn, and reborn but not like people say.
One brief fling with another female musician and I'm a lesbian.
Two failed marriages and I'm a double divorcee.
People can't decide if I'm ugly or beautiful, smart or stupid, crazy or sane; I answer to many names.
I have expected justice and been deeply dismayed.
I have believed that doctors and dentists, counselors, psychiatrists, and hospitals cared about me and mine, and I have been invisible, staring in horror at the dollar signs shining in their eyes as they slam the door and lock it.
I have held my cocktail, chatting and bobbing at the snobbiest of snob events with the Virginia Horsey Set, while my best friends back home are a motley crew of characters: scarred-up and perpetually broke, some toothless, some blacker than coal, some gayest of gay, some say some: crazy.
I am compassionate/ruthless, empathic/self-absorbed, an angry dreamer who loves microscopes and telescopes, angles and edges...and maybe just maybe the things I've learned are useful to others.
I've always, always loved to figure out how to replace misery with joy, the changes I would make in society's response to poverty. I know what it feels like to be down on your luck in America.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
KD Rouse/Library School & Finding My Niche
In our first semester of library school, Dr. Hersberger assured us in her calm, matter-of-fact way, that there was a niche for each of us in the library world, giving us tips on how we might find this niche if it wasn't apparent.
Even though she spoke to the whole class, the others dropped away when she said this, and I heard her speak to me alone.
She upset my entire plan, and allowed me to dare to seek my ideal library niche.
As much as I love children and literature for children, I love being free to roam the library field, imagining where I fit the best.
Most of my classes have had projects involving topics of our choice, and I have chosen science and biology topics rather than the type of children's lit or humanities topics I usually choose.
This has given me confidence that I can research, understand and relate information about topics outside my comfort zone.
It also dawned on me that if the information exists, as a future Librarian, I should be able to find it. This knowledge is empowering because I have been flummoxed by how to get from here to there on several areas of my life.
I now know that if I can formulate the question, I can find the answer.
I started Library School because I figured if I had to work a real job, the Library was a good setting. I planned on being an elementary school librarian because I could finally use my teaching certificate in a viable way after 30 years of disuse.
I figured I had just about enough work life left in me to prevent being a burden to my children in my old age.
Throughout our trials, I always figured I'd worry about myself later.
When my youngest child left home, that time began.
But Dr. Hersberger invited me to dream and explore--things I love, and by dreaming and exploring, I am learning where my niche lies and where it does not.
Even though she spoke to the whole class, the others dropped away when she said this, and I heard her speak to me alone.
She upset my entire plan, and allowed me to dare to seek my ideal library niche.
As much as I love children and literature for children, I love being free to roam the library field, imagining where I fit the best.
Most of my classes have had projects involving topics of our choice, and I have chosen science and biology topics rather than the type of children's lit or humanities topics I usually choose.
This has given me confidence that I can research, understand and relate information about topics outside my comfort zone.
It also dawned on me that if the information exists, as a future Librarian, I should be able to find it. This knowledge is empowering because I have been flummoxed by how to get from here to there on several areas of my life.
I now know that if I can formulate the question, I can find the answer.
I started Library School because I figured if I had to work a real job, the Library was a good setting. I planned on being an elementary school librarian because I could finally use my teaching certificate in a viable way after 30 years of disuse.
I figured I had just about enough work life left in me to prevent being a burden to my children in my old age.
Throughout our trials, I always figured I'd worry about myself later.
When my youngest child left home, that time began.
But Dr. Hersberger invited me to dream and explore--things I love, and by dreaming and exploring, I am learning where my niche lies and where it does not.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
KD Rouse: UNC-G/late 80's
I was a stay at home mom for nine years and went back to school to finish my degree at UNC-G when it became clear that my children and I needed to seek higher ground.
I also started waiting tables at Mama Leonis, a job I kept for five years.
Waitressing, while seemingly beneath a person with my education, gave me experience in talking to many people, up close, over and over, until I was a walking, talking, efficient, philosophical, fun-loving, guru waitress. ("Musings of a Guru Waitress" by KD Rouse-unpublished)
Finishing my degree at UNC-G in the late 80's opened my world. It made me feel smart and built up my battered self-esteem. I felt nurtured and respected, and learned to speak to my classmates without a horrible lurch in my stomach. I didn't feel so much a black sheep by finishing my degree, my three sisters all having master's and beyond, successful jobs, nice homes, husbands, etc.
My experiences at UNC-G gave me confidence that I never had before, leading to the most powerful illustration I've ever seen as to the power of confidence: After a year of so of working at Mama Leonies, I went from being unnoticed to being hit upon by my customers and everyone wanted to be my friend. To me, I looked the same. Upon reflection of this surprising turn of events, I decided the only change was confidence.
I loved studying education, all the way through student teaching.
When I tried the real thing by myself, it was the hardest, most stressful job I've ever tried, and 30 years later I still shudder when I think about it.
Maintaining order and discipline in the classroom, and talking to the parents got me.
My first day teaching, I arrived early to be greeted by the two custodian ladies. They looked me over, leaning on their mops, and said, "Oh Chile, they are goin ta eat you up." "Lord, they surely is." I beamed at them wide-eyed while they looked at me sympathetically, shaking their heads. Oh, Lord. They were right.
I also started waiting tables at Mama Leonis, a job I kept for five years.
Waitressing, while seemingly beneath a person with my education, gave me experience in talking to many people, up close, over and over, until I was a walking, talking, efficient, philosophical, fun-loving, guru waitress. ("Musings of a Guru Waitress" by KD Rouse-unpublished)
Finishing my degree at UNC-G in the late 80's opened my world. It made me feel smart and built up my battered self-esteem. I felt nurtured and respected, and learned to speak to my classmates without a horrible lurch in my stomach. I didn't feel so much a black sheep by finishing my degree, my three sisters all having master's and beyond, successful jobs, nice homes, husbands, etc.
My experiences at UNC-G gave me confidence that I never had before, leading to the most powerful illustration I've ever seen as to the power of confidence: After a year of so of working at Mama Leonies, I went from being unnoticed to being hit upon by my customers and everyone wanted to be my friend. To me, I looked the same. Upon reflection of this surprising turn of events, I decided the only change was confidence.
I loved studying education, all the way through student teaching.
When I tried the real thing by myself, it was the hardest, most stressful job I've ever tried, and 30 years later I still shudder when I think about it.
Maintaining order and discipline in the classroom, and talking to the parents got me.
My first day teaching, I arrived early to be greeted by the two custodian ladies. They looked me over, leaning on their mops, and said, "Oh Chile, they are goin ta eat you up." "Lord, they surely is." I beamed at them wide-eyed while they looked at me sympathetically, shaking their heads. Oh, Lord. They were right.
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