“A good teacher will lead the horse to water; an excellent teacher will make the horse thirsty first.” – Mario Cortes
Inside the academic classroom, we instructors face a number of pedagogical challenges, ranging from constant apprehension regarding proper time management, to confusion over how to best incorporate new media technologies in diverse lesson plans. If the multitudes of our profession may be encompassed by so simplistic a maxim, a good amount of the efforts toward leading our students toward the proverbial well of knowledge involves acknowledging the limits of our ability to engage, and the students’ ability to stay engaged.
Try as we might to liven up lectures on nineteenth-century textual portrayals of class and gender struggles, or lead animated discussion on symbolic content and elements of stylistic form, just to name a couple of personal examples, the passion of an instructor may not always yield a similar investment…
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As is my custom, I like to present my readers with a canine crafted Christmas story this time of year. This is a new one.
I watched the dog from my apartment window. The first time I noticed him was when I was eating lunch one Saturday. It was a blustery December day, cold, dreary … the type day best served by fireplaces, sofas with blankets, hot chocolate, and football games on the TV … not being outdoors. My apartment building adjoins the park where I saw him; that park’s lively April through October, but is as still as a mortuary in the cold Midwestern winter.
The dog was by himself, his actions rather strange for he chose to sit by an isolated park bench away from the access sidewalks that criss-cross the facility. Immobile as a statue, he faced into…
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One positive impact of the recent presidential election has been enhanced awareness of “fake” news and an emerging scrutiny of sources in general. Educators have been aware of the challenges in the information realm for a while, but it seems like a more general concern has emerged now, and this can only be good news. With time, I think we can tame the flood of fake words on the internet (or at least our reception of such stuff), but I am more concerned about images: they are potentially more impenetrable, and definitely more impactful. The problem is not just the images themselves, but the attribution that all-too-often accompanies them, or all-too-often does NOT. The phrase public domain covers a spectrum of sins, ranging from simple laziness to outright deception. A case in point is an image that has bothered me for a while now, as I simply cannot finds its source:…
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Do blog PALAVRA LIVRE, 12.12.16
Por Davis Sena Filho
“Se o golpe terceiro-mundista foi apoiado pelo Judiciário, então está permitido roubar o Brasil e seu povo”. (DSF)
A delação da Odebrecht é a gota d’água que inunda a alma da Nação, apesar de que quase todos os brasileiros, que tenham algum discernimento e sensatez para estabelecer ou formular seus juízos de valores, compreendem, sem sombra de dúvida, que o Brasil mais uma vez foi vítima de um golpe de estado em 2016, sendo que este, ao invés de ter sido realizado por uma quartelada à moda “gorilagem”, foi idealizado e efetivado pelo golpismo via Congresso, Judiciário e imprensa de mercado, que, associados a um consórcio de direita, resolveram derrubar uma presidente constitucional e legítima, porque reeleita legalmente, não canso de ressaltar e lembrar, com 54,5 milhões de votos.
Inaceitável o golpe. E explico: toda sociedade ou nação, e estou a…
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Chamei minha culpa pra ir até o bar da esquina tomar um suco. Fomos. Sentamos nos bancos do balcão. Olhei prum lado, olhei pro outro e minha culpa havia sumido. Paguei os dois sucos e voltei feliz pra casa, sem culpa. Abri a porta, a tevê ligada, a culpa sentada no sofá. Zapeando de canal em canal, ela disse: não adianta, o controle é meu.
the air is filled with cows
lowing a song of yearning
each occupying one small quarter
of misery and woe
upraised voices sound
call response and chorus
drone and bray
songs of poor fortune
hunger and desire
they are languid idle
desperate and needful
herd voices vying loud
to be loudest
to be the one that called out first
yes the day is filled
with an air of cows
singing for their hay
© Frank Prem, 2010