Don't Silo Me In
with apologies to Cole Porter and Robert Fletcher
Oh give me mappings, lots of mappings, with resolving URIs. Don’t silo me in.
Let me prance through semantics of namespaces that I love. Don’t silo me in.
Let me use an open protocol to access these bytes, and for metadata promise me you’ll keep on the lights. Authenticate me repeatedly, but give clear usage rights. Don’t silo me in.
Just give me data bare. Let me reuse my old CPUs and mint my URIs.
With my own software, let me wander over yonder with least surprise.
I want to probe the provenance of metadata rich and plural, and represent my knowledge to be machine actionable. And I can’t look at schemas if they’re not interoperable. Don’t silo me in.
Let me prance through semantics of namespaces that I love. Don’t silo me in.
Let me use an open protocol to access these bytes, and for metadata promise me you’ll keep on the lights. Authenticate me repeatedly, but give clear usage rights. Don’t silo me in.
Just give me data bare. Let me reuse my old CPUs and mint my URIs.
With my own software, let me wander over yonder with least surprise.
I want to probe the provenance of metadata rich and plural, and represent my knowledge to be machine actionable. And I can’t look at schemas if they’re not interoperable. Don’t silo me in.