Wednesday, September 11, 2002|
Being Objective "What is a learning object? At Cisco, it may be a 10-minute video clip. At U.C. Berkeley, it could be a single slide in an art history course; or it could be the carousel of slides; or the entire course. We don't have a common vocabulary to describe obejcts. Besides, they are relative. One person's object is another person's assembly." [elearningpost] 7:56:23 PM | permalink | comment [] |
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 Picked up a copy of The Portable Jung yesterday while I was in London. I've been meaning to explore his work for quite some time - we're talking years here - especially since I first came across a reference to his essay, "On Synchronicity". I have a three quote rule: if I come across three impressive quotes from a writer, I track down their work. It's worked well, leading me to Rilke, Robbins and Wurman among many others.4:41:39 PM | permalink | comment [] |
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RadioParadise is reflecting on this day with music. Tune in. 9:17:35 AM | permalink | comment [] |
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Days of You
Days of you Let me have endless days Days of you Let me have endless days Never ending days of you Is it true These are the best of times? Is it true What's yours is really mine? Or is it true We're dying from the day we're born And could it be We'll never hear Gabriel's horn Is it true Tomorrow's another day? Is it true Love will find a way? Or is it true We'll never know each other And could it be It's not the cold that makes Not just the cold that makes me shudder Days of you Let me have endless days Days of you Let me have endless days Never ending days of you I want to be pure like Joan or Arc I've gathered the wood and begged for a spark I'm standing alone half-stoned in the dawn Unravelling memories carefully drawn Dust in my eye from the deserts I've scanned Burned my feet on the sand Days of you spill and fill my soul What will I find when I lose control? What will I find when I lose control? Is it true It's all in the timing? Is it true Clouds have silver linings? Or is it true Sometimes angels fear to tread And could it be We'll find no grace among When we take our place among Will there be grace among the dead Days of you Let me have endless days Days of you Let me have endless days Never ending days of you These days of you These days of you Words & music by Ken Dow 8:42:04 AM | permalink | comment [] |
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