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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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left on a bus

One two-thirds eaten peanut butter and potato crisp sandwich. On the seat.  

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