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Harnessing the Power of the Web to Create New Art Forms - @Uebyn #MondayBlogs 

6/30/2014

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A bit more than a month ago, I had a conversation with an author about the state of art and the role of emerging technologies and social media in creating new art forms or at least enhancing the established forms. It's taken me quite some time to ponder a response - mostly due to needing to research the subject enough to even explain what I'm attempting on my blog.

You can read his article about web art here. 

What exactly is this 'Web-Art'?

It's using the possibilities of emerging technology to enhance art and to possibly create entirely new art forms. 

For me - As an artist, I don't want to lock myself into narrow boxes and fail to see the possibilities of the new media that extend beyond mere text based story. 

Some of the new elements include - 

Embedding relevant musical selections into a story.
Embedding visual elements including pictures and video. 
Using social media to give the story a 'live performance' aspect that moves beyond traditional storytelling. 

It is more than merely combining existing arts, it is finding ways to use the emerging technologies to help convey the story in a way that wasn't possible before now. 

When I encounter art online, the availability of contact with the artist and the fans serves to enhance my enjoyment of the source material. Seeing the enormous amounts of fan art created for Game of thrones, for example, inspires me to keep creating my own art. Don't think or worry about anything - just create and let what will be...be. 

I've experimented on my blog with the beginnings of this emerging 'web art'. There have been short stories with music and a few with pictures. Also, I post my narrators' diary updates in real time on social media. I'm trying to create an enhanced experience that offers more to my readers than simple text based story. 

What do think of this new 'web art'? Do you enjoy stories that combine media? Would you like to see more content with multiple 'arts' contained in one? 

Tell me your thoughts in the comments. 

Enjoy your Monday. 

From Vegas, 

Stephen John Moran  
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Release Day - Stranger At Sunset - Eden Baylee  @edenbaylee

6/30/2014

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I couldn't be more pleased to announce and present the newest novel from the Amazing Eden Baylee on release day -

Stranger At Sunset 

I am a great admirer of Eden's fiction and can't wait to share this book with my readers. Yes, there will be FREE BOOKS! 

What do you need to do to get a free copy? Stay tuned all day - but start by following my narrators on Twitter. The clues will be posted on those accounts. 

Be on watch for free copies! 

For those ready to buy now - click the picture to visit Eden's Amazon Page. 

To any of my readers that purchase this book - please let me know. Every reader that buys a copy will receive a FREE COPY OF ELLA. 
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STRANGER AT SUNSET releases 6.30.14 #mystery #thriller #Jamaica #asmsg Pls RT pic.twitter.com/qV3L0T6G05

— Eden Baylee (@edenbaylee) June 29, 2014
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Last Will and Testament of Bernadette Cynthia Healy - Episode 13 - @duchessshire #history #Serial #fiction 

6/29/2014

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF
 BERNADETTE CYNTHIA HEALY
EPISODE 13
            The following Sunday morning starts much like the day before, beautiful sunshine streaming through the window and onto my face. It is early but I want to make a special effort before leaving for the 10:30am mass at St Mary Magdalene. It won't take me that long to get there thankfully, and I've already found the bus route; I'm not a fan of the underground, even after all these years living in London. 

            I had nightmares about by parents abandoning me at a train station. I can understand where the abandonment came from; I'm still overwhelmed by the thought of a nine year old child suffering through the rigmarole of evacuation only to learn your parents are dead, but I have no explanation for the train station. Then again, it was only a dream.  

            Pouring a bath, I can hear the song of the birds on the tree in the garden. Spring is definitely my favourite season, it gives so much promise of the summer to come and we are not yet disappointed with the continual wind and rain. The water is hot as I raise myself into its depths; I shudder at the sight of my sagging flesh and ignore the varicose veins that send electric blue signals around my thighs. I'm old, I have been aware of this fact ever since my grandchildren were born. Children spare no thought to the unintentionally hurtful observations they make.  

            I sink under the water and hold my breath as I go through all the information I have collected over the past few days. It really would help if I had someone else to talk to about this; I was never very good at working completely on my own. 

            The church seems the best place to start considering the school has been closed for over twenty years. Though I'm sure I should be able to find some old records at the more local library where the school used to be. I have the names of both Bernadette's brother and his wife, which I'm hoping will give me a lead to their whereabouts; if they're even still in London. 

            I know I have to get in touch with Bernadette's lawyers. I have never worked with Summerbees Solicitors, which is no great misfortune, but nor have I ever heard of them. That makes me a little wary. No doubt they'll try and rinse me of everything in the Will by claiming I didn't try hard enough. They'll soon find out that I'm not worth crossing. I'm actually quite looking forward to the challenge.  

            Although it is sunny outside, the rain from last night having swept the streets of any excess pedestrians, it's far cooler than yesterday. I decide to wear a navy blue trouser suit, it's always been one of my favourites, and a floral floating top that will over a multitude of sins after over indulging in those cakes. I also know I'm old enough to get away with dressing up for church.  

            I haven't attended a mass in years. I'm not an atheist, and I would argue that I am a Christian, if not particularly devout. But Sunday mornings were the one time that Jonathon and I had together; no work, no children until later in the afternoon, no responsibilities. It was divine, and even though I now normally spend my Sundays alone, I have kept up with the routine. Besides, churches now remind me of funerals, so I don't want to be reminded of all who have left me behind.  

            Debating whether or not to take all the information and details I have with me to the church, I leave a quick message on Keith's voice mail, telling him that I'll be in the office tomorrow and I want to have a quick chat with him about an investigation I've started. I know he'll be intrigued, he loves a good mystery and there's nothing like whetting someone's appetite.  

            I find one of my larger handbags and decide to take everything but the actual Last Will and Testament with me. The photographs of the wedding should certainly help, though I doubt this Father Thomas was the same man who wedded Albert Healy and Eugenie Barnet; too many years have passed.  

            The bus is almost empty as I climb on to it and show my bus pass. I did look to see if there would be parking at St Mary's but it's a busy street and I don't fancy having to manoeuvre through London's streets, even on a Sunday morning. I enjoy the ride to Bermondsey; it isn't somewhere I often go. These days I'm either at home, Polly's, Jack's or the office. Of course I do venture out a little bit, but if I visit the countryside to see friends I usually drive and then I take less notice of my surroundings.  

            London does look glorious in the sunshine, and I love that the spring flowers have started to blossom and give the grey streets some much needed colour. The bus drops me about fifteen minutes away from the church, but I have forty-five minutes before the mass starts. I walk down the street and take note of the beautiful park. There is a lot of development planned for this area and I do hope that doesn't mean the park will have to suffer. It would be such a shame to lose an oasis of green in the middle of the commercial district.

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The Morning News - Tinder! The Musical - @thejohnfulton

6/29/2014

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James Rodriguez Channels Henry in Best Goal of #WorldCup2014

6/28/2014

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The Morning News - 100 Years Ago - Archduke Ferdinand was Assassinated #history #WWI #WWII 

6/28/2014

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The most incredible part of the story is the escape from the bombing only to be gunned down. This event in history led to the start of the first World War. And since WWI caused WWII (it never really ended), this assassination caused BOTH wars. 
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Ann Coulter  - An Excerpt @AnnCoulter #GOP #TCOT

6/27/2014

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AMERICA'S FAVORITE NATIONAL PASTIME: HATING SOCCER
READ AN EXCERPT FROM ANN COULTER'S COLUMN
I've held off on writing about soccer for a decade -- or about the length of the average soccer game -- so as not to offend anyone. But enough is enough. Any growing interest in soccer can only be a sign of the nation's moral decay. 

(1) Individual achievement is not a big factor in soccer. In a real sport, players fumble passes, throw bricks and drop fly balls -- all in front of a crowd. When baseball players strike out, they're standing alone at the plate. But there's also individual glory in home runs, touchdowns and slam-dunks. 

In soccer, the blame is dispersed and almost no one scores anyway. There are no heroes, no losers, no accountability, and no child's fragile self-esteem is bruised. There's a reason perpetually alarmed women are called "soccer moms," not "football moms." 

Do they even have MVPs in soccer? Everyone just runs up and down the field and, every once in a while, a ball accidentally goes in. That's when we're supposed to go wild. I'm already asleep. 

(2) Liberal moms like soccer because it's a sport in which athletic talent finds so little expression that girls can play with boys. No serious sport is co-ed, even at the kindergarten level. 

(3) No other "sport" ends in as many scoreless ties as soccer. This was an actual marquee sign by the freeway in Long Beach, California, about a World Cup game last week: "2nd period, 11 minutes left, score: 0:0." Two hours later, another World Cup game was on the same screen: "1st period, 8 minutes left, score: 0:0." If Michael Jackson had treated his chronic insomnia with a tape of Argentina vs. Brazil instead of Propofol, he'd still be alive, although bored. 

Even in football, by which I mean football, there are very few scoreless ties -- and it's a lot harder to score when a half-dozen 300-pound bruisers are trying to crush you. 

(4) The prospect of either personal humiliation or major injury is required to count as a sport. Most sports are sublimated warfare. As Lady Thatcher reportedly said after Germany had beaten England in some major soccer game: Don't worry. After all, twice in this century we beat them at their national game.

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Read her entire hate piece on her website here.
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The Morning News - Susan Collins becomes 4th #GOP Senator to Back #EqualMarriage #winning

6/27/2014

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With each passing day - opposition to #EqualMarriage wanes as new Americans join the cause of freedom and equality. What event will get you to take a stand for equality?
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Peter Dinklage and Grumpy Cat - #Pic of the Day #GoT

6/27/2014

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The 'Vampire of Uraguay' - #Suarez Banned for Four Months #FIFA #WorldCup

6/26/2014

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Is four months enough of a ban for this serial biter? I don't think so. It could have been a longer ban considering it's the third time he's been suspended for biting. What do you think?
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