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|The Event Share Framework says this on the front page: |
Recently, the need to share event information between entities has dramatically increased. Individuals desire to aggregate, publish and distribute event information in many locations, and by various means. Doing this has been made difficult because of a lack of a formal format by which to distribute this event information. The ESF is designed to provide that standard formant, allowing entities to communicate event information in a standard format and manner, by using an XML-grammar, which facilitates the aggregation of information, and provides a well-defined pattern of usage for instances of this grammar.
As well as time, date stuff these are the types of event:
|Those little XML feed icons on blogs are important, but as the semantic web becomes reality they're going to be much more important, and much more powerful. Marc Canter says this: ..."The
battle (or shall I say the cooperation) moves upstream - away from the
protocols/plumbing aspects of syndication - to the schemas/details area
where the new work is needed."|
I have to agree. We've enough standards to sink a boat, and with the current RSS/Atom war we (us users) are in danger of missing the boat, before we've had fun sinking it.
As users, we need to start using this stuff. And to do that we, us users, need to write feeds, or at least be able to (human) read others' feeds. RSS is pretty human readable, Atom, just ain't.
If we can start producing RSS feeds with ENT, ESF or Reviews or FOAF, just chucking them out there, as we blog, don't you think Technocrati or Userland would start to use that XML? Of course they would. Of course I could search for reviews through my Radio aggregator, or through Technocrati or import local events into a nice table in one of my web pages. Or, call up a list of opinion leaders in my geographical region and find where they're going to be next.
This is the semantic web, and though TBL may want some other more complex data format, only readable by machines and, it seems controlled by big business, it is the users who are also the producers, just like HTML was so easy to read, and learn and rob.
|The Review Module says this: Many
people publish reviews on their own websites, but it is currently
difficult to take all these opinions into account when making a
decision. Individual reviews may have their own rating scheme, may lack
a definite description of the subject of the review, and may be of
books, music, films, restaurants, beaches, politicians, or any other
subject. As online product reviews become [increasingly widespread], it becomes more important to make these critical opinions easily accessible on demand. |
This was taken about the same time last year.
First time I've been for a year. And I could have caught another, if my net wasn't such an awkward devil to set up with one hand. The bugger shook the hook as I tried to untangle the net.
But, better than the fish, as I was leaving I spotted what I thought must be a buzzard over the water. Keew-keewing. Odd noise, odd over water, then it hovered for a split second, and dived into the water!
An osprey. Two, three of them! Unbelievable! I watched with another fly-fisher, as she repeatedly hovered and dived. We saw her take at least two fish, one was too big and she dropped it.
Apparently, they've been here for a few days now. I'm sure it must be longer, and sure she's nesting nearby.
Ospreys were so rare that when I was a kid, I'm sure there wasn't any breeding pairs at all, and they were reintroduced into Scotland. For them to have come this far south means they must be doing really well.
Others know about them already: The long-projected nesting platforms in Shropshire have now been put up . Special thanks to GPU Power for providing the telegraph poles and the vehicles etc to erect them.
Two are at Wood Lane NR near Ellesmere in the north and two at Chelmarsh Reservoir NN south of Bridgnorth. Another will go up later at Monkmoor sewage works NR on the outskirts of Shrewsbury.
I let her climb it or rather she tells me she's going to climb it and I'm to "wait here."
Climbing is hard enough, but coming down, she has to tootie down, while other boys and bigger kids run down.
One day she'll run down, and I'll smile all the more.
We start off in the library, as we're to return some books, and I hope get some more out, though Esme is never keen, ever since that day when we were fined. Came to 26 pence, I believe! Oh! The ignominy!
But she settles down and picks quite a number of books. Mainly fairy stories and other girly stuff.
We settle down for the picnic, though not many sandwiches are eaten by the kids, I have to mop up, as I suspected. And they settle on crisps and other junk. Though Bradley does eat a carrot stick, as above.
Had to go on the trampoline, as I was so cruel to not let Bradley go on the lady bird ride on the fair, and he asked and asked over and over for about 20 minutes, as he cried his way to these rides.
Can I go on there? He asked, amid the floods of false tears/ Sure. And thank goodness he shuts up. Though it takes ages for him to climb the rope ladder up, he manages to get 4 or 5 goes.
About half way down the slide, his face changes to one of horror as I think he realises that he's going to come off the end. When he does stand up, he first looks back up the slide, as if to check that he really did it, then at me with the widest eyes and grin.
We meet up with Amanda and go to the Church Wickets, the local pub with a good garden, intending to burger it. But too busy.
Bradley and Esme pick up a new friend called Zoe, who they play hid and seek with. But she's not very good at counting and peeks all the time, nevertheless they don't want to leave her and give big goodbye hugs.
It looks so heavenly in late Spring, and I saw a few mayflies dancing over the water, which made me want to go fishing, again.
Esme managed to collect some nice stones for a change, instead of plain old rocks.
Bradley's aim is getting much better, and his stones go quite a distance now.