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Levels of Accessibility Knowledge
I admit in advance that I am about to flirt with an Internet meme, the “Internet meme” (often mispronounced as though it were French and used a circumflex). But if dashing Swede Rohgayr Johansson can delineate levels of HTML knowledge and a somewhat-less-dashing Swede can delineate levels of CSS knowledge, perhaps it is time for… Levels of Accessibility Knowledge.
Accessibility Level 0
A user level, not a developer level. People at this level discovered the Internet early on (in 2001) and experience it to this day through the bedazzling prisms known as Microsoft Windows, Microsoft Hotmail, MSN Messenger, and Microsoft Internet Explorer. As do all their friends. Hence they have no cause to imagine any form of deviation beyond 98 vs. XP vs. ME (“which sucks”), let alone missing an eye or a hand.
Accessibility Level 1
Only now does the band come out on stage. (Admittedly, the venue is a high-school gymnasium, but still.) These developers have read enough help files in FrontPage to know an alt tag is there to give you a tooltip on an image. alt="25 % off all brass fasteners limited timeonly !" Has seen blind people on American TV shows, and knows the first thing they will ask you is “Can I feel your face?”
Accessibility Level 2
Is aware that spacer GIFs are tedious for screen-reader users to listen to and wouldn’t be caught dead subjecting a blind person to something as jejune as a filename. So alt="spacer!" it is. Aware of the controversy involving table usage; developer’s layout tables are fully qualified with summary="This table is used for layout purposes only". (Such declaration is duplicated in a table title attribute that helpfully follows the mouse cursor around the page.) Uses XHTML because it’s “better,” but hasn’t figured out how to save a Unicode file on their Windows system yet, turning a simple copyright symbol into a string of comic-book profanities. Is a cochair of the WCAG Working Group.
Accessibility Level 3
These l33t-style developers know that tables r teh sux0r and use CSS for everything. Unfortunately, they are so preoccupied with said CSS that they overlook the structure of their pages, which end up as a jumble of divs. Has bookmarked WCAG – once. Here the skip-navigation link makes its début, dressed as a 1×1-pixel GIF with a cunning alt tag. Sadly, the target for such a link is an ordinary element set adrift in the flotsam of divs, and the developer can never quite figure out why it manifests itself in the same colour and underline style as the rest of the page’s links. Owns GoLive 4.
Accessibility Level 4
Knows who I am, agrees I’m right most of the time, but thinks I’m a twat nonetheless. Has his (sic) own podcast on iTunes but can’t be arsed to transcribe it. Has a large RSS feed and follows the tag accessibility. Reads Zeldman. Is not a very good visual designer, but creates well-structured code, one page at a time, in Homesite. (Fears the day when Homesite ceases to function in a future Windows version.) Runs a small freelance business from his bedsit. Tries to “include accessibility” in his contracts. Can speak seemingly knowledgeably at meetups.
Accessibility Level 5
Pitches Zeldman for articles and finally gets one published. Has username on Accessify Forum. Pays own money – it’s deductible – to attend Web-standards conferences. Is too polite to publicly correct Level 4 developer at meetups, but writes thinly-disguised blog posts upon return home. Has a spouse with a day job. Knows what WAI is. Works for an ad agency or Web shop run by Level 2s and covertly adds skip links and correct alt texts to every job he touches. (And then covertly puts them back when removed, pursuing a cat-and-mouse game on the CVS.) Has watched sign-language interpreter at church.
Accessibility Level 6
Has small but profitable Web shop. Coauthored Friends of Ed book; business partners have coauthored O’Reilly books and/or have colour deficiency. Writes front-page posts on Accessify Forum. Has cooed at Zeldman’s baby. Smokes. Has attempted to contribute to WAI process or has resigned from actual job with WAI. Has well-tuned Windows system; said system is decked out with all the toys, including necessary utilities and software his Mac friends cannot use to verify their accessibility claims. Speaks at Web-standards conferences. Hosts visiting fellow developers in spare bedroom. Is a competent visual designer with high-level coding skills. Has touched a Braille display and wondered what the fuss was about. Writes own CMS – in Perl, as PHP is more suited to commoners – and idly considers migrating to Ruby on Rails. Actually cares what Ruby on Rails is.
Accessibility Level 7
Runs small but unprofitable freelance business from “emerging,” shabby-“chic” neighbourhood with heavy metals in the soil. Author of minor star in gauzy firmament of accessibility books. Interested in subtopics so obscure even the actual disabled subgroups affected don’t really care. Overarching competence acknowledged, if begrudgingly, yet often viewed as subordinate to grating personality “quirks.” Difficult to feed, let alone have fun with, when staying over in spare bedroom. Viewed as derailing WAI process. Typically the only X in the village irrespective of village or value of X.
COPYRIGHT BY JOE CLARK
What are you thinking and doing???
My girlfriend told me that she was defused by my action on Children’s Day.
I do have no idea what’s wrong with me.
Have we to make some romantic on that little children’s day??
COULD IT BE？
I translated this poem last year.
1 year has passed.
Everything is the same but my English level.
I have no idea how to keep learning my English.
save this poem at this place and don’t stop leraning English.
For my postgraduate education.
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COULD IT BE?
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Could it be that I once saw you
In a dream as old as time
And could it be the arms holding you
Were really mine the whole time?
Could you have been my one and only
The reason I woke each new day
The one thing I always needed
The one for whom I use to pray?
Could it be that I had found you
After looking my entire life
Could it be that I had promised
That one day I’d be your wife?
Could it be that I still love you
And once again I’ll find
That you’re not just a memory
Only to be viewed in my mind?
Could it be, oh Lord I pray,
Just one thing I ask of you
If you’re out there waiting
You’ll try to find me too?
我是否是对你一见钟情？
在那个遥远的梦，
是否当你来到我的怀抱，
成为我的，爱会永远 ？你是否是我的唯一？
每个清晨我都意乱情迷，
只有一个愿望，
默默祈祷只为你……
在那个遥远的梦，
是否当你来到我的怀抱，
成为我的，爱会永远 ？你是否是我的唯一？
每个清晨我都意乱情迷，
只有一个愿望，
默默祈祷只为你……
你是否已进入我的心房，
寻找到你，我的一生不再迷茫，
我是否可以承诺，
有一天，我们可以共入洞房？
你是否仍旧让我依恋，
再一次，我发现，
你不再仅仅是一段记忆，
只在我心底出现……
上帝啊，我是否可以祈祷，
祈祷只为一条，
如果你也会等我，
你是否也会苦苦寻找？
youth
This is the first English article I read.
To tell the trueth, I feel a little shamed to be a college student with so poor English.
Youth
by Samuel Ullman
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life. Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty.
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what’s next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a
wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty , but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.
