Sharing Assignments Via Scribd

Scribd is a social sharing tool that allows you to upload documents to share.  It’s a great way to push assignments out to students because they can download documents from Scribd in a variety of formats, including those used by mobile devices.

If you use Blackboard, and you want to upload your class notes to Scribd and then share them in Blackboard, all you need to do is to copy the embed code from Scribd and paste it into your Blackboard course.  Don’t forget to toggle your editor over to html mode first, or you’ll just get a bunch of jibberish.

Otherwise, your embedded content from Scribd something like this:

Toward a Theory of Me

Twittoum: A Poetic (and Twittery) Experiment

Twittoum by Sharon Gerald  
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Twittoum.mp3 (8597 KB)

Steeped in the tea kettle’s whistle, thinking of the you you made for me,
I toggle my wants and repulsions to the beat of your inattentiveness.
Last night I dreamed I played a flute again and talked, like Yeats, of poetry,
Our love for it and each other large like it was on the day we now call once.

I toggle my wants and repulsions to the beat of your inattentiveness,
Drawing us, each to the pitch of our own uncertainties, toward a single line,
Our love for it and each other large like it was on the day we now call once.
I want to sit for hours in the labor of articulate sweet sound, like this.

Drawing us, each to the pitch of our own uncertainties, toward a single line,
Where we shed the rhythms of the noisy set to keep time with one another.
I want to sit for hours in the labor of articulate sweet sound, like this.
Thinking of the you you made for me at one summer’s end.

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Thinking of the you you made for me at one summer’s end,
I want to sit for hours in the labor of articulate sweet sound, like this.
Where we shed the rhythms of the noisy set to keep time with one another,
Drawing us, each to the pitch of our own uncertainties, toward a single line.

I want to sit for hours in the labor of articulate sweet sound, like this.
Our love for it and each other large like it was on the day we now call once.
Drawing us, each to the pitch of our own uncertainties, toward a single line.
I toggle my wants and repulsions to the beat of your inattentiveness.

Our love for it and each other large like it was on the day we now call once,
Last night I dreamed I played a flute again and talked, like Yeats, of poetry.
I toggle my wants and repulsions to the beat of your inattentiveness.
Steeped in the tea kettle’s whistle, thinking of the you you made for me.

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