Tag: Technology

  • Hell: Adding a Social Media Button to My Blog

    Hell: Adding a Social Media Button to My Blog

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    Help! I don’t speak IT! Is this even what IT people do? See…I don’t know anything!

    Today, I had a terrible afternoon.  By the end of it, I was pacing around, shoulders hunched and knotted, snarling and snapping at any person who came within arms length.  I was adding a Pinterest button to my blog.

    It’s easy.  Our platform allows for a smooth and intuitive interface.  It’s drag and drop.  You can have your site optimized in fifteen minutes.  You never need to see any code.  A blind, semi-literate centenarian could optimize her own site with our system.  Lies.

    Pinterest is a form of social media, so in order to add a button enabling readers to “pin” a post to their digital board, I must change my “social media buttons”.  In order to change the social media buttons, I need to update my plugins with a new widget…or do I update my widgets with a new plugin?  I can activate plugins in the settings heading. Or is it tools or appearance headings?  But activating the plugin might not work if you don’t change your security settings to allow the code to embed on the blog…or do you want the code to embed on the blog and single post pages? Obviously your blog and posts are two different things.  What about archives and categories?

    And which plugin for social media buttons do you want?  Choose one from the 1,127 listed.  This one here allows short code for embedding.  That one allows for following and sharing.  Some make your static content more dynamic and others make your dynamic content more static.  One popular choice allows your website to show both thumbnails and blocks. (No, not the things your preschooler still chews on. Is that what you think “thumbnails” means? Are you 150 years old?)  Perhaps you’re really looking for a slider plugin that specifically works with social media SEO.  What is SEO?  Just step away from the internet.  Immediately.

    Now that you have selected and activated your widgetized plugin for optimizing all your acronyms, you must decide where on each page the buttons will be displayed.  Do you want them in the header, footer, primary sidebar, secondary sidebar, tertiary sidebar, content area, more footer left, more footer right, more footer middle? What position? First, second, third, or fifty-third widget down, caddy-corner to the far-left-more-footer? How many pixels between the icons?  Of course you know the length of a pixel because a pixel is now a standardized form of measurement.

    Alright, now that you have assigned a position to your button…you’re done!  Click visit site and there’s your beautiful Pinterest button! In four different places on the homepage, no places on the individual post pages, and all the post excerpts have disappeared from the homepage.  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

    I was at this stage of the button adding process when my husband came into the office.  He approached me slowly and spoke in a low, calm voice.  He stopped a few feet away and didn’t make any sudden movements as he assessed my situation.

    “Have you cleared your cache?” he asked slowly.

    “What the hell is a cache?” I snarled, a few drops of spittle landing on my screen.

    I still don’t know what a cache, but I do know that clearing it is an important troubleshooting technique that should come before slamming your fist on the return key fifty times in a row.

    An entire afternoon of my life was given to putting a white square less than a centimeter across on my blog so that strangers will share my writing with other strangers by pinning it to virtual tack boards.  There are life-saving surgeries that take less time.

    But I’ve got a damn Pinterest button now. At least, I think I do. I’m sure I speak for everyone in my home when I say if you’re reading this and don’t see a Pinterest button, please DON’T tell me.

  • You shouldn’t be teaching if you can’t figure out Facebook

    You shouldn’t be teaching if you can’t figure out Facebook

    It’s my opinion that if you can’t figure out how facebook works, you shouldn’t be teaching.

    Since becoming a teacher, any headline about the profession catches my attention and it seems like every week I read another article about a teacher getting fired or put on probation for an inappropriate tweet, blog, or facebook posting.  Out of curiosity I searched “teacher fired facebook” and got 3,490,000 hits.  “HS teacher loses job over Facebook posting” “Teacher Fired After Candid Facebook Comments”  “Teacher Sues after being fired for Facebook Pics”  It goes on and on.  One teacher took a picture of a student’s hair, posted it on facebook and added a comment making fun of the girl’s hairstyle.  Ultimately the girl’s mother saw the photo and the teacher’s comment.

    Even if I accept the fact that American culture seems to no longer have any problem with adults insulting and tearing down kids (see: the entire Internet v. Rebecca Black), I can’t accept any educated adult expecting tweets and blogs to be private.  The whole point of twitter is to communicate with many people instantaneously.  This is not the place to discuss hiring a hitman to take care of your students.

    I’ve only been teaching for four months but that is more than enough time to understand every teacher has days when she needs to vent.  Venting is healthy.  Venting fosters sanity.  Venting should NEVER be done on the Internet.  Unless you are Bill Maher and people follow you on Twitter specifically for the insults you hurl in 140 characters, do not post rants about your students, their parents or your administration online.  Talk to your partner over dinner.  Talk to your friends over drinks. Write it in a diary and save it for the bestselling memoir you’ll write when you’ve retired.  Don’t update your Facebook status.

    I agree with commenters who think teachers are held to unfairly high standard.  The Georgia teacher fired because of a picture of her drinking Guinness at the Guinness factory is an example.  Teachers are human and should not be fired for being such.  I’m just waiting for the moment my pregnant and gassy body lets one rip in front of an entire class of teenagers.  I hope it doesn’t get me fired.  The experience will be scarring enough as it is.

    However, typing and uploading your darkest thoughts in a fit of frustration or getting a few laughs from buddies at the expense of a child is unprofessional at best.  Exerting some self control is a defining characteristic of an adult.   And don’t argue an expectation of privacy because honestly, if you think something defined by the term “network” is an intimate forum, you should not be teaching.

    So I just realized I followed up a post on not judging other parents with one judging other teachers.  Hmmm.  Oh well.  No one’s perfect.  Gosh, it really is hard to keep opinions to yourself.

  • Diagnosis: Information Overload

    Diagnosis: Information Overload

    The Internet is amazing.  Easy communication between continents, quick access to the rules on semicolon usage, and adorable animal videos.  What’s not to love?  Well, for me, the gross amount of information available on pregnancy and mothering.  Here is a tiny sample of the useful info the Internet has provided me concerning pregnancy.
    Google query:  “What to eat while pregnant?”
    You absolutely have to get enough folic acid, vitamin C, Calcium, iron and about a dozen other things while pregnant or your baby will not have a fully developed spinal cord, skeleton, or eyebrows. You can get these things from dark green vegetables, citrus fruits, beans, milk, yogurt, steak, eggs.

    Google query: “gas and indigestion while pregnant”

    You will inevitably suffer from gas and indigestion.  In the case of severe pain avoid eating dark green vegetables, citrus fruits, beans, and dairy products.

    Google query: “Foods to avoid while pregnant”

    Avoid any undercooked meat and eggs and any unpasteurized dairy or fruit juices.  Consuming these will cause terrible bacteria to eat your baby.

    Google query: “Important nutrients while pregnant”

    You really, really need to eat a lot of iron, which the body easily absorbs from meat and eggs, spinach and beans.

     

    An hour of this will make a sane person’s head explode.  You should eat beans and broccoli but not if you want to avoid being doubled over with gas pain.  You should eat lots of meat and dairy but only if it’s been pasteurized or cooked until it can be used as a spare tire.  This is the curse of too much information.  Spend enough time researching and you will inevitably end up with contradictory information.   If it’s not flat out contradictory, it will at least make every bite of salad cause for an anxiety attack and present you with the choice of gritting through passing a beach ball through your intestines or depriving your baby of vital nutrients.  And we all know which option a good mother would choose.

    During my first few weeks, I had pretty much convinced myself there was no way the baby could make it out of my uterus alive when I had my first consultation with Dr. Paulo Batistuta.  Leaning back in his chair, he listened while I asked about eating fish and peanut butter and salad prepared by anyone’s hands other my own.  He smiled and said “Go ahead enjoy.”  Restaurants don’t do very good business if their patrons get sick, so they keep their food clean and fresh.  As long as my peanut butter is made in the USA, it’s no problem.  (Remember, Brazilian peanuts can carry a liver-eating fungus.)  And fish? Well, of course. Moqueca capixaba is delicious, isn’t it?  Yes, doctor.  Yes it is.  And thanks to you, I will now be able to enjoy it without a side of guilt.

    Internet research is basically the only skill I got in college and it has become something of a curse since being pregnant.  Dr. Paulo is exactly the zen master this patient needs.  Eat a balanced diet. Cook everything until there’s no pink.  Stop using Google.  Everyone will be fine.

  • Blog Upgrading: Brynn in Brazil’s Coming of Age Tale

    Blog Upgrading: Brynn in Brazil’s Coming of Age Tale

    My new job has done the impossible.  I have been made to feel like a computer guru.  My husband, brother, stepmother, and any other family member I have recruited as tech support over the years, will marvel at this development and immediately question the quality of teaching staff at my school.

    I’m not particularly good with computers. I know I could get better, but I have no patience for them.  The slightest thing goes wrong and I get a knot between my shoulders and a seriously cranky attitude.  One complication and I shutdown faster than my MacBook. This assumption I have that anything beyond word processing will make me want to cry, is why I continued to put off upgrading my blog.

    Back when I started writing,(I think this is probably true for most expats) my blog was a simple way to keep family informed about what I was doing in Brazil.  It’s so much easier to write a single blog post than 20 emails. I got a Mac with iWeb and realized I could have a blog with pretty pictures.  Oh, and a cool black background.  And no code!!! I never had to see rows of letters and symbols ever! My needs were simple, and iWeb filled them.

    Last year, we moved to Cachoeiro de Itapemerim. I was without work and started putting a lot of energy into the blog.  I found a whole world of expat communities online and started registering my blog on their sites.  One day, I got a comment from someone I had never met, spoken to or heard of.  A complete stranger who found my blog, read a post, and liked it enough to spend her time leaving a comment.  My sense of validation only increased when I discovered the commenter was a gifted photographer, cook, writer and blogger.  Only her blog, named after a brine soaked sea fish, was a hundred times more sophisticated than mine. (Really, you should check it out.)

    I rediscovered my love for writing.  By writing regularly, inspiration came more easily. My blog soon had a ton content and some regular readers.  The quality of my posts improved. (At least I think, do you all agree?)  This was the point when iWeb started to let me down.  It’s still hard to admit because I’m a Mac worshipper but iWeb, in the words of my husband, “really sucks.”

    He’d been telling my this for years and I had ignored him.  This made acknowledging the need for a better platform, all the more difficult.  Not only did I have to betray my Mac and face headache inducing computer stuff, but I also had to admit my husband was and had been right all along.  (Honestly, I’d rather try writing software code.)  The other major hurdle was that now I had three years worth of content to move and no idea where to start.

    Fortunately, my parents put me in touch with a guy who would do everything for me.  He’d get a new domain name, host site, and move all my content. This was back in December.  Due to various delays that included him being stranded because of blizzards and me having serious stomach issues that had me postponing every Skype call, it took two months to get everything set up.

    Thus, the two month silence at Coconut Water (UPDATE July 2015: Now officially Brynn in Brazil).

    I’m glad I did it.  WordPress is so much better.  Not as simple, but I think I’m ready to use real blogger tools.  In the end though, no one could figure out how to transfer all my content, because, cue husband, “iWeb sucks.” Yes, I know.  I’m now copying and pasting old posts into the new site a few at a time.  50 down.  70 to go.  I’m still glad I moved.

    I hope you all like the new site and design as much as I do.  I’m in love with the banner, which was also the result of someone generously donating their time.  Turns out I’m neither a coder or designer.  That’s ok.  I just want to write.

    Oh, and the reason I’m the computer guru among my fellow teachers?  The school has started moving to Macs and no one knows how to use them.  I wonder if I should talk to them about iWeb.

  • iOdyssey

    iOdyssey

    Saturday, May 8
    Computer running a little slow. Hmmm…

    Sunday morning, May 9
    Nothing.  Force quit. Restart. Nothing.  White screen.  Mad, frantic, hunt for instruction manual. Entire content of bookshelves and desk drawers on floor. Troubleshooting guide.  White screen. Now file folder with question mark and sickening click, click, click sound.

    Sunday afternoon, May 9
    Still nothing.  Discover 2002 iBook in closet. Realize I have time machine.  Plug external drive into antique laptop.  Sick feeling in stomach disappears.

    Sunday late afternoon, May 9
    Realize computer has not been plugged into the external drive since Tuesday.  All power points, handouts, and materials created for new class being taught this week are gone.

    Monday, May 10
    Day spent frantically recreating class material.  Finish at 3:00pm. 2 hrs before class.  One plus, retro clip art for power point presentation.

    Tuesday, May 11
    Take computer to closet sized and only Mac store in Rio.  In Portuguese explain, “My computer is not working.  It is very, very bad.  It does not wake up.  I need my computer. I love my computer. Please help me.”  Tech guy says my insurance is still good through July.  Any repairs or replacements will be free.  Silver lining.

    Tuesday night
    Power out in building.  Climb 12 flights of stairs.  Antique laptop battery does not hold a charge.  Cannot work on class materials.

    Wednesday, May 12
    Still recreating lost class material. Printer runs out of ink.  No spare cartridges.

    Thursday, May 13
    Return to Mac store. Due to limited knowledge of both computers and Portuguese, the diagnosis must be given face to face.  The hard disk is dead and all material gone.  “You have time machine, right?” New hd in 10-15 days.

    Friday, May 14
    Finally catch up on class materials.

    Saturday, May 15
    Try to catch up on Daily Show.  Adobe needs updated quicktime.  Quicktime needs updated firefox.  Firefox needs OS 10.3 or later.  My 2002 iBook has 10.2.  Oh, just forget it.

    Friday, May 21
    Tech guy calls.  Computer is ready.  Actual jumping for joy.

    Saturday, May 22
    Pick up computer.  Pick up printer ink.  Informed by computer during startup that it cannot sync with time machine because of different operating systems.  Spend afternoon loading OS Leopard, Snow Leopard, Bobcat and Cheshire cat onto computer.

    Sunday, May 23
    Download all episodes of Lost, House and Grey’s Anatomy for the last three weeks.  Click ok when time machine asks to backup for this computer.  Of course, isn’t that what it’s been doing for the last three years?

    Monday, May 24
    Spend day working on class materials.

    Tuesday, May 25
    Finally, get back to syncing new HD with time machine.  Sync.  Nothing changes.  My old data is not restored.  Open time machine and see four folders.  The earliest date is two days earlier. Heart stops.

    Tuesday morning
    Complete and total breakdown. Spend the next two hours berating myself for losing three years of writing, photos, videos, music.  All gone.

    Tuesday lunchtime
    Go through 2000 sent emails to recover drafts of essays and short stories.  Bursting into tears throughout process.

    Tuesday afternoon
    Allow rational thought to once again control actions.  Look more closely at time machine folder.  1 out of 36 files selected.  Hmmm.  Scroll down past blank space and discover all backups for previous two years.  Spend the next hours berating myself for being such an f’ing moron.

    Wednesday, May 26
    Cannot look at a computer.

    Thursday, May 27
    Take computer and external drive to Mac store.
    Me (in Portuguese): “I cannot sync together time machine and computer.  Needed to get snow leopard.  Now, it has snow leopard but I cannot sync.”
    Tech guy: “We don’t do that.  Call this man and he can help.”
    Me: “What do you do?”
    Tech guy: “Only hardware.”
    Me: Pause “Is Brazil going to get a real Mac store?”
    Tech guy: “No, probably not.  Here’s the guy’s card.”

    Friday, May 28
    Suck it up. Do some research. And sync the gd computer myself.  Try to update blog.  Internet is out for the entire neighborhood…Consider giving up all technology continuing to blog by carrier pigeon. Mother f&#)&@!!!

    Monday, May 31
    Computer is synced.  Internet is working.  Printer has ink.  New blog post going up.