mutations

I kinda sorta tried to follow along with the talk about Mozilla Prototypes yesterday, but the webcast wasn’t happening, and so I just kinda had my own little brainstorm. It was fun.

I think the name needs work, though, and I really like Deb’s idea of “Mutations”. Not all of them survive, but you get this mix of ideas and inputs and pleasant craziness and a reasonable expectation that, yeah, did I mention that not all of them work?

Also, we could have an awesome comic-book theme for the site!

PLACES!

Super Power
Eidetic recall, and can predict what you’re just about to look for next.
Secret Identity
The mild-mannered Bookmarks Menu.

I wonder what Bryan Singer is up to…

just…just don’t

Tyla and I had colds yesterday, or perhaps we shared one big cold, like we sometimes do with a blanket on the couch when we’re watching television. Only it was less snuggly and more “beh. bluh. ugh.”.

Today Tyla is back at work, researching and teaching and organizing children back to health, or something. I, on the other hand, have upgraded my cold-like symptoms to flu-like symptoms. I’m cancelling meetings, missing birthday celebrations, and apparently having the sort of awesome flu-fever dreams that one usually has to lick a toad for. (As a rule, I don’t remember my dreams, but when I woke up this afternoon the pillows and blanket were feet from the bed, and the cat was sitting in the doorway staring at me. There aren’t a lot of progressions that start with peaceful sleep and end up with that kind of total disarray, to my knowledge.)

So if you need something from me before Monday, please send a new host body. And don’t share a drink with me.

…has declared duly worthy of the honour…

I’m sitting in Kingston, at the esteemed Jock Harty arena, to witness Sara’s convocation as a Bachelorette of Education. Other than the fact that being on campus, even among the handful of Master’s candidates, makes me feel kinda old, and the fact that I’m staring down the barrel of 2 hours of people reading names in alphabetical order, it’s a pretty fun time.

I haven’t been in this building, to my recollection, since Tyla’s undergraduate convocation in 1999. It was hotter then, I remember, but then so was I, so who’s to judge? There’s so much achievement and effort represented here, and so much raw potential, that I can’t help but smile. (Also, there’s an adorable little boy in the row ahead of me, which doesn’t hurt either.)

The honorary degree recipient’s speech was pretty good, and I’m not just saying that because I agree with a lot of her points on the educational value of dialogue and joint exploration, contra pure didacticism and emphasis of fact or technique. Well-delivered, relevant, sufficiently inspiring, acceptably brief; hard to argue with that. Principal’s address wasn’t bad at all either, for that matter.

(I also find myself thinking of next year’s first graduates of Seneca’s Bachelor of Software Development as well, and what it might be like for them to usher in what could be — and I hope is — a powerful force for change in how software is built, thought about, and taught. Wonder if I can sneak in to watch that ceremony next spring, and maybe pluck a few especially talented graduates for my own mildly nefarious purposes, while they’re still dazed from the post-hooding head rush and flashbulb barrage.)

Sara, for her part, will be abducted and put to work educating our children as soon as Tyla and I get around to producing the obvious prerequisites. I figure she’ll be able to shape them nicely — if perhaps somewhat more left-leaning than the father might have done — until it’s time to hand them over to Kristen Beach for the teenage years. It took a decade and a half of scheming and plotting, but all the pieces are clearly coming together.

Maybe I’ll go to school once I get this web thing sorted out for once and for all. The kids in this room seem pretty chuffed about the whole thing, and I’m almost certain they’re still sober. [tags]mozilla, family, education[/tags]