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Friday

  • sharp small hail, sniping two degree rain, sodden booties cold feet colder hands in wet gloves. Ninety minute commute was getting a little epic.
  • age or slow learning? Realising Fridays are best left for banal doings.
  • we have a simple sometime courtesy of thanking the bus driver as we step off.

Possible, not Intuitive

This is, perhaps, a useful guide to how I teach (and the angst it appears to regularly cause). Thanks to the inestimable Mark Bernstein. As I wrote to students today (well, blogged), leaving a class confused isn’t really a problem unless you think the role of your teacher is to unravel your confusion, or to explain things so simply that nothing troubles. But if confusion leads to wonder, in the sense of wondering and even wonderment (why am I confused? why does that trouble me, what is it, at heart, that confuses me? what am I going to do about it?) then we’re well on the way to learning. Not telling, swallowing, but learning.

Manything, Video, Riffing

So I can use Manything on my iOS devices to let one be a camera and the other be the viewer. Motion detection, and so on. Immediate first use? Ms 8 yo is into spy gadgets, this is perfect. (What is she learning?, um, cue music.)

What would be really interesting would be trying to record something with 4 or 5 cameras and doing stuff with that media…. (thinking hat on, might try something like this with an essaying project that is coming up.)

Thursday

  • tearing ripping leaves and branches I sit wondering when the deep sharp crack of broken big timber happens
  • there is nothing in today’s wind that let’s you think that we would sometimes seek its embrace
  • gale plows its way through around over under. Whistling creaking pliant trees showing much less concern than me.

Wednesday

  • people on escalators who do that one, two, three step hesitant pause stop wait to get on, stride up the stairs, then do that one, two, three step stop wait for stair to go flat and, watch out, it’s moving. What’s that about?
  • walking, anywhere not alone in a flow and tangle even melee of people, then stopping dead in their tracks right there (phone, cigarette, purse, wallet, who knows why). The world is not choreographed for or around you.
  • because I used to race bikes knowing who what is behind is as important as what is immediately in front. If I have riders on my wheel in a bunch, and suddenly freewheel, sit up, get up out of the saddle sending my bike backwards quarter of a length, there’s a very real chance someone behind will hit me. I won’t fall but they will. Do it more than once, ever, and watch out, the bunch polices this responsibility with rigourous vigour.

Tuesday

  • the smug self satisfaction of a good lecture
  • Ryan Bingham’s Mescalito
  • when I catch the 8:05 from Monty it can be surprisingly full (I blame the year Eltham College kids spend in the city). I disembark at Greensborough where an empty train waits to leave in about 5 minutes.