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AN ISLAND : Tod Greenaway

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Loitering – Table of Contents. What if you had lived all your life on an island, alone. Suppose, when you were a baby, your mother had set you adrift in a laundry basket, having heard that the queen was planning to have you drowned because you, lying in your cradle in your sprigged lavender dress and natty little red patent leather shoes, were more beautiful than the princess, and because the people adored you? Lord of the Flies. Sexually aroused . . ? Hungry . . ? The strangers teach you to talk. Th...

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REVELATION : Tod Greenaway

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Loitering – Table of Contents. When I was in grade three, I was sent to see the principal. I walked up the steps to his office with a stone in my stomach. But there, in the rather one-sided interview with the Great Man, I caught my first glimpse of the modern mind, the secular/manipulative mindset that derives, we are told, from the scholars and artists of the Renascence. A thing in itself! The evidence was there to see: he had it clenched between his thumb and his fingers. I began, hesitantly, to see ho...

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LOITERING : Tod Greenaway

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Loitering – Table of Contents. If time is a river, then we stand braced against the current so speak, keeping our feet in order not to be swept away. This is the river into which Heraclitus says we never set foot twice (if he actually said this). At some point several years ago I gave in; instead of fighting it I let it carry me away. So now I float down this same metaphorical time-river. Picture me reclining in an inner tube, the Globe and Mail on my lap, and waving my feet to the folks ashore. At some ...

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Loitering – Table of Contents : Tod Greenaway

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Loitering – Table of Contents. Loitering – Table of Contents. The Devil Made Me Do It. I Was Not Born Here. If time is a river, then we stand braced against the current so to speak, keeping our feet in order not to be swept away. This is the river into which Heraclitus says we never set foot twice (if he actually said this). Loitering – Table of Contents. THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT. I WAS NOT BORN HERE. Big Wave Design Blog.

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THE MOTHER-MACHINE : Tod Greenaway

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Loitering – Table of Contents. Following is an account I wrote in the summer of 1980 about a stay in hospital. There is a curious note of melancholy about this text that I can’t account for.If there were a specific source for it, I have long since forgotten. I spent the first days in complete symbiosis with the hospital,wired into the mother-machine night and day. Fed and watered and urinated by way of intravenous tubes, the oxygen mask, the catheter, tubes of surgical rubber sprouting out of the ski...

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HOSPITAL : Tod Greenaway

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Loitering – Table of Contents. This is the story of a stay in hospital that should have been routine, but which in fact went off the rails. One morning in December 1998 I found myself labouring to breathe. By the time my daughter took me to Emergency my fingernails were turning blue. It was found that I had pneumonia. As my lung capacity is limited to 1.5 liters (my brother has six liters) this was deemed serious. And so I was admitted to the Vancouver General Hospital. There were two major dreams. Anoth...

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Teach Up! « Dancing With Elephants

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Homework: Aligning Research with Practice. Promoting Deep Learning through Student Engagement. Learning Together: Research into Combined and Multiage Classes. Student Absence: a Hidden Barrier to Success. Silence is Not Always Golden: Examining Research into Silent Reading. Laquo; 9 Benefits of Technology in the Music Classroom. 8220;The moment of change is the only poem” -Adrienne Rich. By Amy Newman, on January 18th, 2013. Creative Commons photo by Whappen. We can Teach Up! It is least urgent. The Seve...

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About Me « Dancing With Elephants

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Homework: Aligning Research with Practice. Promoting Deep Learning through Student Engagement. Learning Together: Research into Combined and Multiage Classes. Student Absence: a Hidden Barrier to Success. Silence is Not Always Golden: Examining Research into Silent Reading. A long-time music teacher and Japanese taiko drummer, Amy completed a Masters degree in music education focusing on taiko drumming in the elementary classroom. She is currently a member of Vancouver’s. How to Spot an Innovator. Dr Cha...

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LOST UNDERSTANDING : Tod Greenaway

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Loitering – Table of Contents. Augustine says evil does not exist. Everything that is, he says, is good. Good is an entity. Evil is not; evil is merely the absence of good. It has no proper existence of its own. But no: Augustine, to break the spell, would remind us that these are only books. And Hanna Arendt says, Evil is a matter of thoughtlessness, a refusal to use reason as we should. . . Our souls are made to work. But to know is not necessarily to understand. The rational mind has difficulty dealin...

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MORTALITY : Tod Greenaway

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Loitering – Table of Contents. I wrote this piece perhaps five years ago. When I remember that my oldest son is nearly 40 mortality stabs me to the heart. Even reading this sentence again replays the slight internal lurch. For a moment I am possessed by panic. Now why is this? At that time I was much impressed by Michael Drayton’s essay. The character Dot in Rose Macaulay’s novel. The Towers of Trebizond. Does anyone go gentle into that good night? I’ll sail the son-of-a-gun under! Defiant words, eh?