Pong.

Bibsonomy.org ?

• http://www.bibsonomy.org/
• http://www.bibsonomy.org/tag/1889175013
• http://www.bibsonomy.org/tag/whois?startBook=10&startBib=

That url is there because they used some of my del.icio.us tags to populate their site. It must have been exposed to Google for a while because there are lots pages in the Google cache.
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Fachgebiet Wissensverarbeitung

Stiftungsprofessur der Gemeinnützigen Hertie-Stiftung

Das Fachgebiet Wissensverarbeitung im Fachbereich Mathematik/Informatik wurde im Zusammenhang mit der Einführung des Studiengangs Informatik in der Forschungs- und Lehreinheit Informatik neu gegründet, und startete zum 1. April 2004 mit der Einrichtung einer Stiftungsprofessur der Gemeinnützigen Hertie-Stiftung.

Wissensverarbeitung (Knowledge Engineering) beschäftigt sich mit der organisatorischen und technischen Unterstützung von Wissensprozessen. Wichtige Aktivitäten der Wissensverarbeitung sind das Entdecken und Strukturieren von Wissen, das Ableiten von neuem Wissen, und die Kommunikation des Wissens. Sofern es sich um anspruchsvolles Wissen handelt, spielt bei all diesen Aktivitäten der Mensch eine zentrale Rolle. Da das menschliche Denken begrifflich organisiert ist, entstand eine Reihe von Forschungsgebieten, die eine Semantik-basierte Unterstützung der Aktivitäten zum Thema haben: Knowledge Discovery, Ontologien/Metadaten, Semantic Web, Peer to Peer, Formale Begriffsanalyse, sowie Visualisierung und Interaktion. Das Fachgebiet beschäftigt sich schwerpunktmäßig damit, Methoden und Techniken auf den Schnittstellen dieser Forschungsgebiete zu entwickeln, um Synergien zu erreichen.

Das Fachgebiet Wissensverarbeitung ist Mitglied im Learning Lab Lower Saxony (L3S). In diesem Rahmen werden die im Fachgebiet erzielten Ergebnisse auf den Bereich des E-Learning übertragen.

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The specialty white processing in the field mathematics information technology newly was established in the connection with the introduction of the course of studies information technology in the researches and teaching unit information technology, and cable-foundation started here to the 1 April 2004 with the arrangement of a foundation professorship of the public-spirited.

White processing (Knowledge engineering) busies itself with the organisational and technical support of white processes. Important activities of the white processing are deriving from the discovering and structuring of knowledge, that new knowledge, and the communication of the knowledge. As far as it concerns demanding knowledge, the person plays a central role in all these activities. Because the human thinking is organized conceptual, a row of research zone, that have a semantics been based support of the activities to the subject, emerged: Knowledge Discovery, Ontologien/Meta data, Semantic Web, Peer to Peer, formal concept analysis, as well as visualization and interaction. The specialty busies itself focal point moderate therewith to develop methods and technologies on the interfaces of these research zones, in order to reach synergies.

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Posting ITConversations clips to del.icio.us

I would like to be able to post an ITConversations clip to del.icio.us and then be able to play it with the del.icio.us little blue arrow play button. I can almost do it, but not quite.

ITConversations allows me to make a URL from of any of its mp3 files which only plays a specified portion of the complete file. I can specify the start time and the end time. Here's an example:

http://www.itconversations.com//clip.php?showid=464&start=24:06&stop=25:41

This URL plays a clip from a panel discussion at ETech where Joshua Schachter make a particularly susinct explanation of why tagging works, particularly in comparison with formal taxonomies and classification schemes. The complete recording is here and the description of the session is here.

I figured it out: See http://del.icio.us/url/b7804c1504d7073c6bfd47a9be02d5c8

Good and Evil

It was a bright,
sunny day. The sunlight streamed into Zenith Magnanimous’s room. It
hurt his eyes, so he turned away. But…there was something about the
morning that made it seem like, this was not how it was supposed to be. He
opened his eyes and looked over at his window. He was lying in bed with the
blankets strewn everywhere. He realized he was sweating. Then he remembered
something about what he had been dreaming before the sun woke him up. There
had been a giant wolf, about six feet tall, and standing on its hind legs.
He had been slumped up against a tree, arm broken badly, and a large
bloodstain from where the giant wolf had bitten him. He looked out of
instinct to where the wound had been, but, naturally, there was nothing, it
had been just a dream. Zenith walked over to his window and looked out. He
noticed what it was that was different about this morning. There were no
birds singing in the trees. No people bustling about on the streets. He
couldn’t even hear anything from the bottom floor of his house.

                
Zenith
got dressed and walked down the creaking steps. He walked into the kitchen
and got himself some bread and water. It was all his family had right now,
what with his mother passed away. He sat at the table, eating his dull
breakfast, admiring, as he always did, the sword on a shield that had
belonged to his grandfather, and his great-grandfather, and his great-great
grandfather, and for many generations before that. Yet the sword and shield
were still in perfect condition. He hoped that one day he would be able to
wield that sword.

                
Finally,
after about an hour, he heard his father, Grith, coming down the stairs. He
was fully dressed, but there was a solemn look on his face.

                
“Hello,
son,” Grith said.

                
“Huh?
Oh…hello father,” said Zenith, taking his eyes away from the
sword and shield.

                
“Admiring
the sword and shield again, eh?” asked Grith.

                
“Yeah…I
was just thinkin’ how I would like to wield that sword one day,”
Zenith replied.

                
“Maybe
one day you will, Zenith,” said Grith.

                
“Why
are you looking so solemn?” asked Zenith.

                
“I
just noticed how the birds ain’t chirpin’ and there aren’t
any people out on the streets,” said Grith.

                
“Maybe
they’re all just sleepin’ in,” said Zenith. His father
smiled.

                
“Maybe,”
he said.

 

Later that day,
Zenith was washing the few dishes he and his father had, when, out of the
corner of his eye, he saw something run by the window. He went over to the
window and peered out. Nothing. He was about to go back to his washing, when
he saw the flash run by the other window. He picked up a butcher’s
knife, and went over to the window and peered out. Again he saw nothing.
SMASH!! He whirled around and saw a broken cup on the floor. He went over to
the cup and picked up a shard. He sniffed it. It smelled like wet fur.

                

“Show
yourself!!” he shouted. He heard a whiz behind him, and turned again.
This time he could hear a faint panting…but it was growing louder. He
slowly turned around again. What he saw made him drop the butcher’s
knife and go weak in the knees. Standing there, about six feet tall, was the
wolf from his dream. It had small, beady eyes, long sharp teeth, and
deadly-looking claws. Saliva dripped slowly from its open jowl. Its head
sloped forward on a long neck that was covered in fur. Its arms were long
and muscular. Its feet were sloped and ended in pointed claws. All it wore
were a pair of shredded black pants, and some pieces of cloth clinging to
its body. Its fur was wet, like it had just been dunked in a lake. The
beast’s snout was sniffing madly, and it had a wild, maniacal look in
its eyes. It was panting even louder, looking at him hungrily. Then, before
Zenith could do anything, the werewolf picked him up by the neck and was
about to bite down on him, when a loud yelling came from behind the beast.
The werewolf turned quickly, and Zenith saw his father, holding the sword
from the wall, running at the werewolf. Grith ran up to the wolf man, and
swung his sword at the beast’s leg. The wolf howled in pain and threw
Zenith. He crashed through a window and hit a large tree. He heard a loud
SNAP and his arm broke. He became very dizzy, but was able to see a little
of what went on in his house. He saw the werewolf backing up, his father
advancing on it. Then the werewolf swung a clawed arm out at Grith, and he
flew backwards. Zenith heard a loud THUMP, and saw the werewolf pass the
broken window, jaws dripping with saliva. Then he heard a howl and the
werewolf ran past the window, Grith stepping toward it, a limp in his
movement. The sword had dark blood on it, and was poised for another attack.
Then Zenith saw the werewolf leap at his father, and Grith was thrown back
against the wall again. Then, Zenith heard a scraping, and before he knew
it, the werewolf had broken through the wooden wall of his house, and was
advancing on Zenith once again. Zenith was too weak to do anything, and he
was so frightened that he passed out. The last thing he saw was the large
teeth of the werewolf coming right at him.

Magnanamous: Metamorphosis - Test 2

This is HTML from Writely.com


It was a bright,
sunny day. The sunlight streamed into Zenith Magnanimous’s room. It
hurt his eyes, so he turned away. But…there was something about the
morning that made it seem like, this was not how it was supposed to be. He
opened his eyes and looked over at his window. He was lying in bed with the
blankets strewn everywhere. He realized he was sweating. Then he remembered
something about what he had been dreaming before the sun woke him up. There
had been a giant wolf, about six feet tall, and standing on its hind legs.
He had been slumped up against a tree, arm broken badly, and a large
bloodstain from where the giant wolf had bitten him. He looked out of
instinct to where the wound had been, but, naturally, there was nothing, it
had been just a dream. Zenith walked over to his window and looked out. He
noticed what it was that was different about this morning. There were no
birds singing in the trees. No people bustling about on the streets. He
couldn’t even hear anything from the bottom floor of his house.

                
Zenith
got dressed and walked down the creaking steps. He walked into the kitchen
and got himself some bread and water. It was all his family had right now,
what with his mother passed away. He sat at the table, eating his dull
breakfast, admiring, as he always did, the sword on a shield that had
belonged to his grandfather, and his great-grandfather, and his great-great
grandfather, and for many generations before that. Yet the sword and shield
were still in perfect condition. He hoped that one day he would be able to
wield that sword.

                
Finally,
after about an hour, he heard his father, Grith, coming down the stairs. He
was fully dressed, but there was a solemn look on his face.

                
“Hello,
son,” Grith said.

                
“Huh?
Oh…hello father,” said Zenith, taking his eyes away from the
sword and shield.

                
“Admiring
the sword and shield again, eh?” asked Grith.

                
“Yeah…I
was just thinkin’ how I would like to wield that sword one day,”
Zenith replied.

                
“Maybe
one day you will, Zenith,” said Grith.

                
“Why
are you looking so solemn?” asked Zenith.

                
“I
just noticed how the birds ain’t chirpin’ and there aren’t
any people out on the streets,” said Grith.

                
“Maybe
they’re all just sleepin’ in,” said Zenith. His father
smiled.

                
“Maybe,”
he said.

 

Later that day,
Zenith was washing the few dishes he and his father had, when, out of the
corner of his eye, he saw something run by the window. He went over to the
window and peered out. Nothing. He was about to go back to his washing, when
he saw the flash run by the other window. He picked up a butcher’s
knife, and went over to the window and peered out. Again he saw nothing.
SMASH!! He whirled around and saw a broken cup on the floor. He went over to
the cup and picked up a shard. He sniffed it. It smelled like wet fur.

                

“Show
yourself!!” he shouted. He heard a whiz behind him, and turned again.
This time he could hear a faint panting…but it was growing louder. He
slowly turned around again. What he saw made him drop the butcher’s
knife and go weak in the knees. Standing there, about six feet tall, was the
wolf from his dream. It had small, beady eyes, long sharp teeth, and
deadly-looking claws. Saliva dripped slowly from its open jowl. Its head
sloped forward on a long neck that was covered in fur. Its arms were long
and muscular. Its feet were sloped and ended in pointed claws. All it wore
were a pair of shredded black pants, and some pieces of cloth clinging to
its body. Its fur was wet, like it had just been dunked in a lake. The
beast’s snout was sniffing madly, and it had a wild, maniacal look in
its eyes. It was panting even louder, looking at him hungrily. Then, before
Zenith could do anything, the werewolf picked him up by the neck and was
about to bite down on him, when a loud yelling came from behind the beast.
The werewolf turned quickly, and Zenith saw his father, holding the sword
from the wall, running at the werewolf. Grith ran up to the wolf man, and
swung his sword at the beast’s leg. The wolf howled in pain and threw
Zenith. He crashed through a window and hit a large tree. He heard a loud
SNAP and his arm broke. He became very dizzy, but was able to see a little
of what went on in his house. He saw the werewolf backing up, his father
advancing on it. Then the werewolf swung a clawed arm out at Grith, and he
flew backwards. Zenith heard a loud THUMP, and saw the werewolf pass the
broken window, jaws dripping with saliva. Then he heard a howl and the
werewolf ran past the window, Grith stepping toward it, a limp in his
movement. The sword had dark blood on it, and was poised for another attack.
Then Zenith saw the werewolf leap at his father, and Grith was thrown back
against the wall again. Then, Zenith heard a scraping, and before he knew
it, the werewolf had broken through the wooden wall of his house, and was
advancing on Zenith once again. Zenith was too weak to do anything, and he
was so frightened that he passed out. The last thing he saw was the large
teeth of the werewolf coming right at him.

Magnanamous: Metamorphosis - Test 1

This was copy from Word, paste into the compose window.


It was a bright, sunny day. The sunlight streamed into Zenith Magnanimous’s room. It hurt his eyes, so he turned away. But…there was something about the morning that made it seem like, this was not how it was supposed to be. He opened his eyes and looked over at his window. He was lying in bed with the blankets strewn everywhere. He realized he was sweating. Then he remembered something about what he had been dreaming before the sun woke him up. There had been a giant wolf, about six feet tall, and standing on its hind legs. He had been slumped up against a tree, arm broken badly, and a large bloodstain from where the giant wolf had bitten him. He looked out of instinct to where the wound had been, but, naturally, there was nothing, it had been just a dream. Zenith walked over to his window and looked out. He noticed what it was that was different about this morning. There were no birds singing in the trees. No people bustling about on the streets. He couldn’t even hear anything from the bottom floor of his house.
Zenith got dressed and walked down the creaking steps. He walked into the kitchen and got himself some bread and water. It was all his family had right now, what with his mother passed away. He sat at the table, eating his dull breakfast, admiring, as he always did, the sword on a shield that had belonged to his grandfather, and his great-grandfather, and his great-great grandfather, and for many generations before that. Yet the sword and shield were still in perfect condition. He hoped that one day he would be able to wield that sword.
Finally, after about an hour, he heard his father, Grith, coming down the stairs. He was fully dressed, but there was a solemn look on his face.
“Hello, son,” Grith said.
“Huh? Oh…hello father,” said Zenith, taking his eyes away from the sword and shield.
“Admiring the sword and shield again, eh?” asked Grith.
“Yeah…I was just thinkin’ how I would like to wield that sword one day,” Zenith replied.
“Maybe one day you will, Zenith,” said Grith.
“Why are you looking so solemn?” asked Zenith.
“I just noticed how the birds ain’t chirpin’ and there aren’t any people out on the streets,” said Grith.
“Maybe they’re all just sleepin’ in,” said Zenith. His father smiled.
“Maybe,” he said.


Later that day, Zenith was washing the few dishes he and his father had, when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something run by the window. He went over to the window and peered out. Nothing. He was about to go back to his washing, when he saw the flash run by the other window. He picked up a butcher’s knife, and went over to the window and peered out. Again he saw nothing. SMASH!! He whirled around and saw a broken cup on the floor. He went over to the cup and picked up a shard. He sniffed it. It smelled like wet fur.
“Show yourself!!” he shouted. He heard a whiz behind him, and turned again. This time he could hear a faint panting…but it was growing louder. He slowly turned around again. What he saw made him drop the butcher’s knife and go weak in the knees. Standing there, about six feet tall, was the wolf from his dream. It had small, beady eyes, long sharp teeth, and deadly-looking claws. Saliva dripped slowly from its open jowl. Its head sloped forward on a long neck that was covered in fur. Its arms were long and muscular. Its feet were sloped and ended in pointed claws. All it wore were a pair of shredded black pants, and some pieces of cloth clinging to its body. Its fur was wet, like it had just been dunked in a lake. The beast’s snout was sniffing madly, and it had a wild, maniacal look in its eyes. It was panting even louder, looking at him hungrily. Then, before Zenith could do anything, the werewolf picked him up by the neck and was about to bite down on him, when a loud yelling came from behind the beast. The werewolf turned quickly, and Zenith saw his father, holding the sword from the wall, running at the werewolf. Grith ran up to the wolf man, and swung his sword at the beast’s leg. The wolf howled in pain and threw Zenith. He crashed through a window and hit a large tree. He heard a loud SNAP and his arm broke. He became very dizzy, but was able to see a little of what went on in his house. He saw the werewolf backing up, his father advancing on it. Then the werewolf swung a clawed arm out at Grith, and he flew backwards. Zenith heard a loud THUMP, and saw the werewolf pass the broken window, jaws dripping with saliva. Then he heard a howl and the werewolf ran past the window, Grith stepping toward it, a limp in his movement. The sword had dark blood on it, and was poised for another attack. Then Zenith saw the werewolf leap at his father, and Grith was thrown back against the wall again. Then, Zenith heard a scraping, and before he knew it, the werewolf had broken through the wooden wall of his house, and was advancing on Zenith once again. Zenith was too weak to do anything, and he was so frightened that he passed out. The last thing he saw was the large teeth of the werewolf coming right at him.

Script test followup

It appears that blogger complains about including the script, but it does it anyways.

script test

blogger won't seem to allow me to put a script in a post, although it will allow me to put a script in a template.

But this works, and it is a script:
http://routeabout.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-flickr-test.html

Wish I'd said that (The Bobster) (Overheard-vshort ...

Wish I'd said that (The Bobster) (Overheard-vshort ...: "Wish I'd said that (The Bobster) (Overheard-vshort)"

This is a test of Google Reader.

Num Sum test

Code Test

Does the Code tag work?


# server_version.py - retrieve and display database server version

import MySQLdb

conn = MySQLdb.connect (host = "localhost",
user = "testuser",
passwd = "abc",
db = "test")
cursor = conn.cursor ()
cursor.execute ("SELECT VERSION()")
row = cursor.fetchone ()
print "server version:", row[0]
cursor.close ()
conn.close ()


The code above was copies from Idle and pasted into the html window.

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# server_version.py - retrieve and display database server version

import MySQLdb

conn = MySQLdb.connect (host = "localhost",
user = "testuser",
passwd = "abc",
db = "test")
cursor = conn.cursor ()
cursor.execute ("SELECT VERSION()")
row = cursor.fetchone ()
print "server version:", row[0]
cursor.close ()
conn.close ()

The above was done by cutting and pasting from Idle into the compose window and then setting the font to Courier.

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# server_version.py - retrieve and display database server version

import MySQLdb

conn = MySQLdb.connect (host = "localhost",
user = "testuser",
passwd = "abc",
db = "test")
cursor = conn.cursor ()
cursor.execute ("SELECT VERSION()")
row = cursor.fetchone ()
print "server version:", row[0]
cursor.close ()
conn.close ()

The above I untabified the code in IDLE and cut and pasted it into Compose

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# server_version.py - retrieve and display database server version

import MySQLdb

conn = MySQLdb.connect (host = "localhost",
user = "testuser",
passwd = "abc",
db = "test")
cursor = conn.cursor ()
cursor.execute ("SELECT VERSION()")
row = cursor.fetchone ()
print "server version:", row[0]
cursor.close ()
conn.close ()


The above is cut and paste from tabified code in Idle in the html window and code tag

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# server_version.py - retrieve and display database server version

import MySQLdb

conn = MySQLdb.connect (host = "localhost",
                       user = "testuser",
                       passwd = "abc",
                       db = "test")
cursor = conn.cursor ()
cursor.execute ("SELECT VERSION()")
row = cursor.fetchone ()
print "server version:", row[0]
cursor.close ()
conn.close ()

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The above is tabified cut and paste from Idle to the html window and pre tag
Now we know!

Bitty Browser test

My Annotated Interface Culture

"The Interface Culture by Neal Stephenson [Annotated]"

I’ve long appreciated Neal Stephenson’s brilliant essay on culture. It is part of a longer essay entitled In The Beginning Was The Command Line. That essay is aimed principally at computerists whereas I believe The Interface Culture section should have a much wider audience. But pointing people to the larger essay and then telling them to do a text search for a particular section is tedious. Some years ago for my own edification I outlined it.

Tags: neal essay culture

The Maine Lighthouse Corporation

Maine Lighthouse is working to establish a long-term residential treatment program, called a Therapeutic Community (TC), to treat addiction and provide ongoing support towards productive, law-abiding, drug and alcohol free lives.

The Maine Lighthouse Corporation
Google "Maine Lighthouse Corporation"

Another flickr test

del.icio.us test

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Invasion Of The Brain Snatchers A review of HOT PROPERTY - The Stealing of Ideas in an Age of Globalization By Pat Choate

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The Huffington Post | The Blog - Hilary Rosen - Steve Jobs, Let my Music Go Shaun invents Napster. Hillary shuts it down. Steve comes up with a viable business odel based on selling devices. Hillary complains.... (The title reference to a spiritual in the public domain is a nice touch)

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