Virtual presentation prep

I have the privilege of giving a guest lecture on Tuesday morning, and I will be speaking on political frameworks in virtual worlds. In other words, there are commonly accepted models to describe politics & economics that I have found to be replicated quite clearly in so-called synthetic environments.

The “virtual” economy of Second Life, for example, has a fluctuating currency exchange rate and generates millions of real USD$ each year in commerce transactions.

Although the topic is one that I’ve spoken on several times, I am particularly excited about this one because we’ve changed up the format a bit. Instead of just talking about how the virtual world of Second Life can be useful as an educational, research and commercial tool, I’m actually giving the presentation inworld (<<that term refers to being “inside” the virtual world). Basically, I converted each of my PowerPoint slides into image files, uploaded them into Second Life, then sorted them into a presentation tool. I will simply click on the picture to advance the slides, just like you would in a normal PowerPoint presentation. I will be there “live” to conduct the presentation, but we could also have set it up where the professor and I both use headsets and communicate through my avatar. Isn’t technology grand?

(This is a snapshot of my Second Life avatar. I made a new t-shirt for her today, in honor of Baylor’s heart-stopping, knuckle-clenching win over TCU last night.)

Writing Wednesday: Backcasting

In my class on the Culture of Formal Work Organizations, we have a team assignment to apply organizational structure models to our case study: Dune, or more specifically, the futuristic planet Arrakis. My team has decided to use the backcasting model to speculate how the genetically-engineered Mentats could come to be. A Mentat in the world of Frank Herbert’s Dune is a human computer — not technologically enhanced like a robot, but an actual human who has been bred to perform at a very high-level intellectual capacity.

The point is to demonstrate mastery of the forecasting technique (looking from a future point backward to present day, in this case), not necessarily whether we believe it’s truly possible to achieve the end result.

We are going to chart a critical path using historical and scientific information about nanotechnology, gene mapping, etc. within political environs that would encourage the pursuit of human computers. It should be interesting!

SysAdmin Day

I never knew until this week that the last Friday in July is SysAdmin Day. I’m probably the only person in the country shedding tears over such a seemingly silly holiday, but it makes me think of my brother and miss him. I was thinking about how I might celebrate the day if he were here, and I think I would probably make up a dorky song and call him on his cell phone at work and sing it to him. After all, he used to sing the “you look like a monkey & smell like one too” version of the birthday song to me each year! 🙂

At any rate, find a techie you know today and tell them Happy SysAdmin Day! If they aren’t a sysadmin, they’ll probably just roll their eyes behind your back, but at least they’ll know how thoughtful you are. 😉

Writing Wednesday: Grants

I am not reading anything new right now, whether for school or pleasure. I am on p. 492 out of 873 in A Clash of Kings, which is difficult to put down to concentrate on my required reading concerning education policy, but I’m managing my time ok right now. Things at work have been pretty busy lately, so I thought I would talk this week about writing grants. Grantwriting (yes, I prefer it as one word, though I’ve seen it both ways … I think either is acceptable) can be intimidating. Then again, asking for money face-to-face is intimidating, too!

I have worked with grants in some way, shape or fashion for about 12 years. I’ve experienced the process from start to finish: researching prospective funders, writing the proposal, editing and submitting the proposal, stewarding the funder and administering the budget. My favorite part of the whole process is writing the proposal. It may sound like a no-brainer, but the key to success in grantwriting is to follow directions. If the funder says to use Times New Roman 12pt font with 1″ margins and no more than three pages, then by golly, don’t ramble on for five pages in Arial, for cryin’ out loud.

Before you start writing, research what the foundation/agency has funded in the past. If they don’t have a website, look up their IRS Form 990 — they have to report earnings and distributions. It isn’t always necessary to apply for the same thing as another organization, but you do need to be mindful of the funder’s interests and priorities. If they have a website, be sure to look at the president’s bio or welcome page. There are often nuggets of very helpful information about the funder’s strategic plan or vision.

When I first began writing grants, it reminded me a lot of scholarship applications that I submitted my senior year of high school. There are standard tidbits of info that you ought to include about yourself, yet you want to make yourself stand out, so you pick a couple of accomplishments or interests that might make your application resonate with the reader. The same goes for grants–you must be keenly aware of their funding priorities, yet you need to paint a word picture of how your project/program is different from the [many, many] others that they will read.

No matter what the result of the proposal, send an acknowledgement letter. In my office, we refer to the “Thank you for rejecting us letter” that we send when a proposal has been declined. We thank the foundation for considering our request, acknowledge that we realize not all requests can be funded, and end with a positive sentence about how we look forward to finding future opportunities of mutual interest. It never hurts to be gracious, even when you’ve been rejected. It might just be that same program officer who reads your next proposal and is more willing to give it a second chance.

Virtual friends

I’ve been role-playing in some form or fashion for as long as I can remember. One of my fondest memories of play time with my brother was when we would lay on our backs and hang over the front of the couch and pretend like the ceiling was the floor. We concocted adventures where the vaulted ceiling turned into a canyon, and the hallway was a road to another realm. I don’t know how long we laid upside-down like that … I guess until we got light-headed and needed to turn right-side-up!

Those were good times. I played with dolls, too, of course, and I also had one stuffed animal (still have her, actually!) who was my confidante; she listened to all of my frustrations and let me hold her paw when I needed a friend. The time came, though, when I must have thought I was too cool to role-play, and I just turned to my diary to share my imagination, instead. I began putting my thoughts into words on the page instead of acting them out.

Fast-forward to 2007 when I was introduced to Second Life, and I discovered a fascinating blended outlet for my imagination. I learned about schools and companies that were using the virtual platform as a cutting-edge service delivery tool and met people from around the world through the facade of their avatars. I learned to create virtual objects in this amazing synthetic world, and I tested my role-playing skills in Old West and medieval themed adventures. Role-playing in Second Life involves both writing and acting, since you have to describe what your avatar is doing.

Second Life continues to be a fun venue for me, though I have lost touch with so many people (like we do in “real” life). Role-play sims (that’s the name for a designated area of the “world”) popped up in some places and closed in others; people lost interest and went elsewhere. Just like in “real” life, though, I try to stay in touch with folks. That’s how I ended up chatting with someone tonight who shared some sad news: a mutual friend of ours in Second Life died in real life.

I never met her in real life; I couldn’t even tell you what state she was from. (I seldom share personal information about myself inworld and don’t press others for info, either.) I do remember her as a shy but funny “noob” (new person) to the medieval role-playing sim, and we had fun trying out story lines together. My character was a fairy, and we used to sit on top of the village well together and tease people as they walked by. We caused mischief and acted goofy. It was fun “teaching” someone else how to role-play and trying to build it into the story line, as you go. She was a sweet gal. In an oddly familiar way, grief crept up on me, and I miss her. Maybe it sounds odd that I miss someone I never met — someone whose real name I don’t even know — yet, we had developed a friendship, nonetheless.

The “world” of Second Life may be virtual, but the relationships formed in that synthetic environment can be quite real. Otherwise, I wouldn’t feel sad for losing her.

New research directions

I am so stoked about a new project that I’m working on. After the poli sci conference last month, I began thinking seriously about changing the direction of my dissertation research. (It’s still a bit early to carve into stone, but I do need to start focusing on a general theme.) You may recall that I was planning to talk to a friend/mentor about possibly co-authoring a paper with me. If that worked out, then it could certainly put me on the path of my ultimate dissertation focus.

Well, we bounced some thoughts back and forth, and after we hammered out some more specific ideas today, I think we have landed on our topic! Woot!

What is especially thrilling is that the topic is under-researched and represents an opportunity to make a ground-floor impact on future scholarly efforts. On a totally unrelated note, I just-so-happened to talk to someone later in the day who — as it turns out — may very well have contacts in one particular area that I need to delve into further! How cool is that?!

This paper wouldn’t be for a particular class, per se, but it would be a huge step in establishing my credibility as a researcher. Having a published article would also look great in my portfolio for my capstone class (part of the dissertation process) and set the stage for future prospective articles … textbook chapters … books … ?!? … the possibilities are endless. I can’t let my imagination get ahead of me; I have to focus on the task at hand, first.

I don’t mean to be overly vague about the paper; I just want to pull it together a bit more cohesively before I share a lot of details (and avoid sounding like a bigger dork than I already am, LOL!).  The pieces do seem to be falling into place, though, and it’s really exciting to me to explore this new area of research!

Burgeoning talent showcase

Living and working in a university town has some wonderful perks, like being able to attend free- or low-cost events on campus such as last night’s Black Glasses Student Film Festival. I love doing activities like that together with my boys. It is great memory-making time, exposes them to different aspects of college life, and besides … I’m not so naive as to think that they’ll continue to want to hang out with their ol’ mom in a few years! I have to enjoy “date” nights while it’s still cool.

I invited No. 2 to go with me, but he politely declined. (It was a Friday night, after all, and he wanted to play video games and stay up late.) No. 1 readily accepted the invitation, and we had a ball. He said as we were driving home that No. 2 was really going to regret not going. 🙂

The short films – 16 in all – ranged from trailers for full-length features to comedy clips to drama to stop-motion. I was floored by the talent of our students! I was impressed by the well developed stories, outstanding cinematography and mind-blowing computer graphics. I also recognized several Theatre students who acted in the films. Love it!

We got to vote for the Audience Choice Award, and although our picks didn’t win, the one that did was actually both of our next-favorite. It was a tough choice, and I was proud of all the student filmmakers. Some of these kids’ names will be on the big screen one day!

Conference recap

My debut conference experience was a bit anti-climatic, unless you count the part where I woke up the next morning (ie, today) vomiting with a fever and had to leave early to come home. But, we won’t dwell on that. I’m still running a low fever but managed to have a light dinner and kept it down, so we’ll call that a big improvement.

My panel session yesterday morning went very well. We had a very low turn-out, but I was forewarned by some scholarly friends not to take it personally if few (or no) audience members arrived. We still had a lively discussion, and I received some great suggestions for further research. Once I walked into the room, my nervousness started to melt away, and I felt confident about the material that I was presenting. One of my fellow panelists walked up to meet me, and when she noticed my name tag, she exclaimed that she found my paper fascinating! I was just so pleased that someone bothered to read it. 😉

I will admit that it made me feel much better about the lack of audience when I attended other panels with just a handful of people in the room. They had so many sessions running concurrently; I don’t think anyone had a full house.

It was a great experience, all in all, and I was encouraged to delve into the topic a little further. I’m going to try to expand the paper and see if I can submit it to a journal. There are so many policy implications to explore within persistent worlds (“virtual” environments), and it’s a relatively under-researched area that is ripe for new input. So … we’ll see!

Prize purchase

The 10yo has been saving money since his birthday to buy the new Pokemon Black game for his Nintendo DS. He finally saved up enough, so we went shopping after work today with the 11yo while the little three were at baseball practice with Dad. He proudly paid cash for his purchase, even though it wiped his wallet clean and I had to float him a couple of bucks to cover tax.

 

On the way home, he wouldn’t shut up about how awesome the game was going to be. Here is the conversation that unfolded between the two of them:

 

10yo: “This game is the best thing in the WORLD.”

11yo: “Uh, no – what about God?”

10yo: “Right, ok – the Number Two best thing.”

11yo: “What about Mom?”

10yo, sighing: “Ok, family is Number Two, so this is third.”

11yo, without missing a beat: “What about food and some clothes and …”

10yo: “Fine! After everything else that’s important, then this.”

 

How quickly we lose sight of what is really important. Sometimes, the silliest things will make me think of my brother, and I feel sad that I can’t pick up the phone and call to talk to him about it. He used to love video games. I’ve been grieving again lately (grieving still? I don’t suppose it ever really goes away – just seems to hit with varying intensity) and besides silly things like new video games, I’ve been thinking about the little two graduating from kindergarten next month. I wish my brother could be there with us. Every milestone he misses is another pang on my heartstrings. One little ceremony of pomp and circumstance will close a door on a milestone that we’ll never repeat. With every closed door, the finality of death slams a harsh reminder in my face.

Overloaded amplifiers and other adventures of boyhood

This afternoon, I partially disassembled a vhs rewinder, broken dvd player and the fizzled-out control panel from a stationary bike, in preparation for the three big boys to finish taking them apart at Camp Invention this week. I can’t wait to see what clever things they will create.

Each child is supposed to bring a “take-apart” mechanical item – something broken or otherwise unusable, because they won’t be returned in working condition. We still have a few boxes of random electronics and other computer parts that were from our old house and/or my brother’s house, so this was good motivation to sift through boxes that I’ve been putting off doing for a year.

This camp looks like it will be a lot of fun, and I think it’s one that my brother would especially like for his son to attend. Nathan was the kind of kid who took things apart just to see how they worked, and I don’t think he ever bought a computer in a box, ready-made. He put them together himself from pieces here and there.

I thought about him a lot as I was prepping the take-apart items. The instructions said to loosen the screws, remove electrical cords and pry open any affixed parts so that the kids could spend time exploring the insides rather than wasting time trying to open the gadgets.

I also thought about him because my oldest nephew, the one attending this camp with the other two big boys, has been a pill all weekend. Sometimes I wish I could seek Nathan’s insight. I don’t want to seem like I’m always fussing at him, but he’s always getting into trouble. If the older boys are any indication, I know that part of it is just his age. Six-going-on-seven is a rowdy, energetic age with two gears: Overload and Sleeping. (Think of Back to the Future when Marty plugged in his guitar to Doc’s amplifier with all the gauges turned up to the max, and you have the general idea.)

Part of it, though, seems to be a lack of respect for my authority. That isn’t to say that he’s a perfect angel with everyone else – quite the contrary. I know that he misses Daddy and Dad/Uncle Lane, but I don’t even really think it’s a male role model issue, because he has several positive male role models who are active in his life, and he’s mouthed off or gotten in trouble for behavior with them, too. Nathan had plenty of trouble with his behavior, even back then, so at least it isn’t something new that he’s developed since Nathan died.

We’ll just keep working through it and try to capture those sweet moments when he is so loving and snuggly – which he can be! – and not dwell on the temper spikes and outbursts. I know every child is different, but I look at the 9yo sometimes and see a lot of him in these instances. There were times when he was six and seven when I wondered how we’d make it till the end of the week, much less fourth grade … yet, we did it. And we can do it again. Pray for us, please.