Rabu, 24 Desember 2008

Selasa, 09 Desember 2008

What Is the Meaning Web?

The World Wide Web is a global, seamless environment in which all information (text, images, audio, computation services) that is accessible from the internet can be accessed in a consistent and simple way by using a standard set of naming and access conventions. Whew! Quite a statement, but it is true, and it exists today. You are on the web now considering.

You can access sites all over the world. You can connect from your desktop to thousands of Web servers simply by “clicking” on a selection (the underlined words), or by entering a specific address. You can connect to many different types of systems and not be aware of the differences.

You can access many different types of information text, images (like the heading on this page, and the diagrams we’ll use), audio, computation services again, usually with no extra work on your part.

You are using a single Web browser to do this. One tool accessing many different types of systems, information across the world. Already we can see some of the unique aspects of the Web that make it so popular.

Selasa, 02 Desember 2008

GREEN - GREEN GRASS OF HOME

GREEN - GREEN GRASS OF HOME

The old hometown looks the same

As I step down from the train

And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa

Down the road I look and there runs children

Hair of gold and lips like cherries

It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they’ll all come to meet me

Arms reaching smiling sweetly

It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house still standing

The paint is cracked and dry

And there is that old oak tree that I used to play on

Hair of gold and lips like cherries

It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me

At four grey walls that surround me

And I realized that I was only dreaming

For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre

Arm in arm we’ll walk at daybreak

Again I’ll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they’ll all come to meet me

In the shade of that old oak tree

As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home