The Tao of XML

  I’ve been doing this and that kind of code here and there for years.  When an idea pops into my head that I want to execute in a page that I haven’t done before, I just go do some fishing and figure it out.  I’ve never actually taken a class (that I attended) in a programming language so I missed the underlying theory that I can only guess would have revealed to me …. the Tao of XML in the way that Hot Text does.

 I’ve never read anything about the concept of object-oriented languages that sounded quite so.. philosophical.  The way Lisa and Jonathan Price spoke of a whole new way to look at the relationships between objects and the precision and order that XML brought to the internet and our relationship to it, both financially and interactively, was, um…. a little glowey around the edges.  *sniff*  Seriously, I really enjoyed the narrative.  Great intro for people who’ve never coded.  I wish I’d read that first.

As for a tidbit on the Great Path ….

My grandmother was one of six children born in a very small town in Oklahoma.  She’s told me of how she and her sisters picked rotten pecans off the porches of the neighbors so they could have something to eat.  She was literally the little girl who had a dress made of the sack-cloth that the local store threw out.  She’d hate that I’m repeating this, but it’s relevant. 

Her father was a very intelligent man, but had no education.  So was she.  But, like so many of the other very poor girls, she would have ended up having many kids and staying in that little town her whole life.  Except for two things.  One, she was very bright.  Two, she had a teacher who took an interest in her.

The woman’s name was Annie Blanche.  She mentored my grandmother all through school, helping her take the right tests and fill out the right forms.  She was the woman who, in the end, was the only one who could drive my grandmother to Norman and find the small room that she stayed in while she went to college.  This woman gave my grandmother her first toothbrush, showed her how to read a bus schedule, and stayed her very close friend until she died, shortly before my grandmother’s 79th birthday, two years ago.

It was this woman who I credit with my grandmother’s education, her travels, her full life that produced two children.  One, my mother, grew up middle-class, went to college, then graduate school.  As I grew up, the question I was asked wasn’t, “Are you going to college?”  It was “Which college are you going to?”  I have always felt from my family this immense sense of respect for education.  And teachers.


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  1. But the ethics of blogging require that you reveal the name of this wonderful resource here: remember, this is a gift culture and you may have just violated the Prime Directive!

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