
A quick trip over to Arran at the weekend with Flora McPuffin. She had a lovely time seeing all the diverse birds over there.
A pair of pheasants

A quick trip over to Arran at the weekend with Flora McPuffin. She had a lovely time seeing all the diverse birds over there.

“Education is not preparation for life; education is life itself. Education, therefore, is a process of living and not a preparation for future living.” Dewey, Democracy and Education.
I’ve been thinking a lot about resilience recently.
Not as the ability to spring back up when knocked down (though that can be a good thing).
But as the ability to adapt, to look at a new situation and think about how one can apply one’s existing skills.
resilience (n.)
1620s, “act of rebounding,” from Latin resiliens, present participle of resilire “to rebound, recoil,” from re- “back” (see re-) + salire “to jump, leap” (see salient (adj.)). Compare result (v.). Meaning “elasticity” is from 1824.
There’s no jobs for life now, we are frequently told. Bring on life long learning.
Transferable skills.
Graduate attributes.
Resilience.
Buzz words.
Life long learning is an attitude.
The future of learning is networked.
A post for OpenBlog19
We say more about this on the LTHEChat blog
Disco ball flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license
I was asked this week how I write. Quickly, I said – in odd moments snatched whenever I can find them. I try not to think too much about what I’m writing – I scribble words on scraps of paper, I doodle on the scribbles and scribble some more.
I try not to worry about choosing perfect words and phrases – I often use square brackets to remind myself that parts need polishing – that the words I have scribbled there are placeholders. But, when I finally sit myself in front of a word processor and force myself to type up all the scribbles, I often find that those temporary words are fine.
Of course I do revise what I write – over time, as I edit, I will refine what I say – add to it, delete parts -but often the parts that I wrote as placeholders turn out to be good enough.
Being “good enough” is very much the ethos of the remix culture of DS106 and CLMOOC. We don’t mind about things being perfect -though we appreciate and value skill, expertise etc. they are not the only sorts of things we value. As I write up my PhD thesis I think about this, and wonder how to link what I am discovering about my affinity networks and maker spaces into something that I can use in HE.

Today is National Unicorn Day. Yes, really. Some of you might know that the unicorn’s Scotland’s national animal. And in these dark, uncertain days, I think we need a miracle to see us out of Brexit, out of te UK, out of austerity.
Here’s our national animal standing proud on the steps of our Uni chapel.
Happy Unicorn day, all
Some #clmooc folk were sad that G+ died recently. I can understand that – while I always struggled to navigate there, others had made it their home.
Greg offered a solution – a web ring and a planet – are you there yet?

I’m patting myself on the back
Tentatively
Today I submitted my draft findings
For the last month I have been too busy writing about my affinity space to play in my affinity space
Now I have time to breathe
Hurrah

However busy I am, I try to make time for two daily rituals – one the DS106 Daily Create, a daily challenge open to anyone to participate as they wish, the other a Daily Doodle prompt I’ve been following for some time with my CLMooc friends. I glory in all my tools – my pens, my crayons, my paper, my inks. Old friends and new friends, as Terry says. Micron pens to outline (sometimes with a pencil first). Crayons for familiarity – I have so many sets of crayons. Here I try to take a picture, but my helper wants in on the act:

Quite right, why take pictures of Sharpies, when I can stroke a cat.

I see everybody’s annotation. I applaud Terry’s innotation. Here I raise you all with my onnotation.
How I did this:
If a picture is worth 1000 words, I reckon I am giving you 150 words worth in the above image.
How I did this:
Busy days – holidays ending, a conference to prepare for. Not enough space to write. Still, I watch the conversations from the sidelines. Words constrain, words are constrained.
How many words are pictures worth? Nick’s post inspires me. I try to draw (above) what’s in my mind’s eye.
I look over at my bookshelves to see if I still have a dictionary. I do, and am amused to see Nick’s book next to it. Serendipity again. Sorry, Wendy – I don’t feel like making a word salad today.