Edited by Jonathan Vernon, Sunday, 17 June 2012, 09:16
I've just printed something off for this H807 Course on 'Innovations in e.learning.'
I've printed of the Assignment Guide ahead of putting TMA 1 togethe
Until now I've baulked at the cost of printer ink ... indeed I 've only had ink for the last week anyway.
It wasn't just that, with no shelves up and stacks of files I have been finding that anything that does get printed off gets lost.
So it gets filed offline & backed up.
In the last 24 hours I have been telescoped back to 1982 and my many adventures at university. I had a video production 'business' called Last Stand Video. I have a dozen Betamax tapes from this period which I have been meaning to transfer for decades. I will now see if I can view & log them, then transfer (i.e digitise) the juiciest bits.
There's a copy of production of Romeo & Juliet in which I played Mercutio. During this particular fight with Tibalt the nappy-pin holding up my pantaloons broke so I cutched them as well as my 'wound' as I died to hysterical laughter on the marble floor of Magdalen Chapel.
A necessary first
I've just printed something off for this H807 Course on 'Innovations in e.learning.'
I've printed of the Assignment Guide ahead of putting TMA 1 togethe
Until now I've baulked at the cost of printer ink ... indeed I 've only had ink for the last week anyway.
It wasn't just that, with no shelves up and stacks of files I have been finding that anything that does get printed off gets lost.
So it gets filed offline & backed up.
In the last 24 hours I have been telescoped back to 1982 and my many adventures at university. I had a video production 'business' called Last Stand Video. I have a dozen Betamax tapes from this period which I have been meaning to transfer for decades. I will now see if I can view & log them, then transfer (i.e digitise) the juiciest bits.
There's a copy of production of Romeo & Juliet in which I played Mercutio. During this particular fight with Tibalt the nappy-pin holding up my pantaloons broke so I cutched them as well as my 'wound' as I died to hysterical laughter on the marble floor of Magdalen Chapel.