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