Small Favourites (3)

when a student blogs a learning moment, of any sort finding a tail feather from a yellow tailed black cockatoo on the way to work seeing a platypus in the river near home the second essay by Wolfgang Ernst in “Digital Memory and the Archive”

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The Wall

Vogmae could finish an art project to find ms “now I’m 7” nearly asleep on the couch worn out from a sleep over and trip to the zoo. … The anxiety of having to finish, the laxity of letting writing get out of hand and I think more pertinently not having the source material near or ready to hand so that the gaps, those gaps that trucks lumber through, stare back at me more resolutely, and rudely, than any blank page white screen blinking cursor ever manages to do.

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Labour Day

(As a consequence I get defensive and also bored when I see others being celebrated for doing what I irascibly think of as joining the dots, since it strikes me as bleeding fucking obvious, though apparently not to others.) … That if I wrote in a way that followed the ideas and connections I make with students (for for example a lecture is often a thinking out loud, in situ, from an idea as a prompt in what is an essayist form) then this would be useful for others, and productive for me.

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An Administrative Email I Had to Send

There’s an explanation below, but the financial wheels of the credit system have ground to a halt and in spite of our best intentions your thank you gift vouchers from are not going to be distributed to the new year. … Being the end of the year and all the budgets needing to be spent most people were spending, so it was hard to find ‘space’ on a corporate card to pay for the vouchers.

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Sweet and Sour

Chalk it up to losing things, after all as anyone with children (of any age, I suspect) knows there is a lot of stuff, and it walks. … Do they know this anyway and so, well, have added theft, as if not minding giving away lemons means I’m good for a bucket too?

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DNA Symposium, Self Reflection

As I was doing this, and thinking about how to distil this down into five minutes, I had to this bright flash of intuition where I thought, “cool, I can turn my statements into aphoristic propositions too, and so my five minutes will be this sort of reflective, dense catalogue of propositions to engage with”. … We learnt long ago that sites that don’t like out, that try to keep people in, don’t work (just ask Rupert about what a great idea MySpace was, and for those that don’t know, MySpace when he bought it was closed, no RSS, no way to bring outside stuff in, and so on).

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I Need a Method

Today as I was working, with small things taking much longer (as always) as you think they will, and then thinking about the things I’d like to write about, make, do, document, build. … While it does mean I have lots of ideas (that’s never been a problem) it is debilitating because there is no where and I have no way – I have to fight so hard – to carve out what to say because it just always wants to and needs to bleed into everything else.

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Second Day of Another Year

I ride to work in lycra, and she routinely switches from being a boy (call me “mate”) to a girl (“call me princess”), and I’m all for mixing up any and all stereotypes, so I felt under no obligation to feign a faux protest about my masculinity somehow not going with hot pink, or nail polish. … Also before Christmas while on holidays in the Grampians a tree branch decided to fall and rest upon the roof of our car.

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