marginalia
is the Latin word for 'things in the margin', and refers to writing or decoration in the margins of a manuscript. I am exploring the edges and margins of our world through photographs and writing....from February 9, 2011...
I was too busy writing elsewhere to write here this time last year. So many words, so little time...
Roughly translated...
English • Afrikaans • العربية • Беларуская • Български • Català • Česky • Cymraeg • Dansk • Deutsch • Eesti • Ελληνικά • Español • فارسی • Français • Gaeilge • Galego • हिन्दी • Hrvatski • Bahasa Indonesia • Íslenska • Italiano • עברית • Latviešu • Lietuvių • 한국어 • Magyar • Македонски • മലയാളം • Malti • Nederlands • 日本語 • Norsk (Bokmål) • Polski • Português • Română • Русский • Slovenčina • Slovenščina • Shqip • Srpski • Suomi • Svenska • Kiswahili • ไทย • Tagalog • Türkçe • Українська • Tiếng Việt • ייִדיש. • 中文 / 漢語
Monthly Archives: October 2005
schools of fish
This is an extension on a blog posting I’ve made over in my aquaculture blog. While writing it I suddenly realised how very little it takes to move people upwards and onwards, downwards, sideways; at times even backwards. It’s not … Continue reading
Posted in authentic self, explorations
Leave a comment
Fragments stored against my ruin
Nice title, Joe Harkin, in the Journal of Vocational Education and Training, Vol 57, No. 2, 2005. Fragments stored against my ruin: the place of education theory in the professional development of teachers in further education p165-179. Joe reports that … Continue reading
Posted in reflective practice
Leave a comment
rest for the wicked
I finally got my masters research draft written up today – the draft took a number of attempts to get it across the ditch to my supervisor. In the end I uploaded it to a back corner of my web … Continue reading
Posted in urban diary
Leave a comment
good story, great story
A few days ago my job wasn’t proving to be much fun and I was desperately considering what my alternatives were. Amidst this angst (the word for the day) a good story turned up. Could’ve been a great story, but … Continue reading
Posted in urban diary
Leave a comment
reflective practice
I’m in the write-it-up stage of my Masters. The first topic I researched in depth was reflective practice, as espoused by Donald Schön. I spent a great deal of time reading and thinking and, er, reflecting on reflective practice. I … Continue reading
Posted in authentic self, reflective practice
Leave a comment
a star is born
Take a look at this picture. Looks like a starfish, right? A slightly deformed starfish, but a starfish, nevertheless. It’s a starfish in the process of growing its arms. One of the cool things about starfish is that if they … Continue reading
Posted in authentic self
Leave a comment
duck bites
Duck bites yields 825,000 (and soon, 850,001) results in Google. Good grief! I realised today where dreams go. I remembered something from an unknown source from years ago about duck bites. Individually, they seem innocuous. Combined they form an irresistable … Continue reading
Posted in authentic self
Leave a comment
can’t boil water café
There’s been a lot of interest lately from people asking here about food and cooking and recipes. I’ve decided to add a category called the ‘can’t boil water café’ for those people interested in producing stylish food, easily and simply, … Continue reading
Posted in can't boil water café
Leave a comment
soft boiled eggs
One of the foodstuffs that will be available in heaven will be perfectly cooked soft boiled eggs, served with lightly browned (with a flame) turkish bread soldiers, buttered. Salt and freshly ground black pepper. But why wait? Why not make … Continue reading
Posted in can't boil water café, what dreams
2 Comments
left on a bus
One two-thirds eaten peanut butter and potato crisp sandwich. On the seat.
Posted in bad sights
Leave a comment