Thursday, November 29, 2007

Blogtagpoem

metapicture of internetsearch

village and city life
blame yourself http://www.displaypagerank.com/
making home fun teenagers

city and village life
sublimated sex
alzheimer's + multilinguals + less chance
chez odile
everything is illuminated ... guillotine
les belles images + de beauvoir
sexy ice rocket
variance in evolution
Vygotsky and scaffolding examples
"everything is illuminated", Kundera
pygmalion effect school
Kangoeroe Math Competition
teaching "everything is illuminated"
ELEPHANT PRINCIPLE ENCYCLOPEDIA
mums and young boys

(I've put the tags that people searched today as in the list to obtain this 'print'of tags used to come here)

Friday, November 23, 2007

Puzzle Sunday (30)

A both ecological, logical and light celebrating puzzle is this puzzle in which you position light bulbs in a room in such a way that it fits the numbers.
To shed light in every corner.

prisma light

Light is it a reflection or a symbol? Is it static or dynamic? Does it live or is it the reflection of movement, and is movement the reflection of life?
Why is light so important, and is the absence of it a cause for depression?
Why does life need light? Is life energy, and what is energy?
Why is shedding light a metaphor for learning?
When can some not bear light and why? What is the other sense in "unbearable lightness". Has it anything to do with bears?
Why do some prefer dark, and why do people who are in full light not understand those who are not? Is life colour?
Is colour what makes light? Do you love prisma's?

Thursday, November 15, 2007

low on red please

According to this blog red is a disturbing colour for thinking. I was thinking about consequences for roadsigns and billboards. The tests were about filling in a test. I don't know what kind of test it was, knowing words have effect too.
Her face was red. Red sweets.
In the Netherlands, teachers use red for corrections. Now I would like to know if this has a harmful consequence for understanding and remembring remarks.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Dear cultural parodycenter,

Please, I would like to see a picture of Bush hugging the dockwerker, but I cannot find it. I also would like it to match my red, white and blue clogs. Have you any idea?

Thanks,
Odile

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

my secret passion as a mom

My secret passion is to create my children after birth, not to make them dependent, not spoiled, but deeply caring, intelligent, thoughtful. Who will see people around them with more attention than superficially. Who will look at the inside of people. Who want to read and learn and appreciate thoughts and feelings of others. This creation is a kind of attentive action and discussion. Searching endlessly for meaning and activity. There's no end to what you can master or learn and there's too little time. Children who touch the hearts of others but also look into their own thoughts and feelings and interprete them.

Friday, November 9, 2007

The raven

A poem at request for Pipske. I know you for a few years now. It's about darkness. I wanted to put the whole poem, Pipske, but the posts have a maximum signs.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" -
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more."


Dear Pipske, in darkness a little light shines brighter.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

blogrolls and leafrolls

I'm busy with improving my blogrolls. At first no regular visitor will notice, I'm creating different categories for obvious returning themes in my blog. I want to collect all past links and I want to try an automatic blogroll. I'm not sure how long this will take me.
There are all these other chores waiting. I'm doing better this year though.
Outside all around me the sight of the tempest, a thick cover of pink greyish sky with light shining under it, rain pouring and the yellow and red leaves of the wine spread across the garden. The apple tree holding on to it's shrimpled leaves waving at me and increasingly transparent. There's rarely more than thirty minutes of rain here. What does that do to character.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Puzzle Sunday (27)

It's a puzzle that the string of keywords 'puzzle of the road to the guillotine french revolution' leads to my blog.
My feelings about these brute periods in history are still in a moratorium.
Should I take responsibility or at least a stand?
I prefer to look at the process than at the guilt, although I'm sure guilt exists.
The process and the road can be equated. I suppose the craziest stand would be that it's Descartes who led to the use of the guillotine.
The question if existence is thinking, may have led to the idea to stop one to exist is to stop one from thinking and the locus of thinking is in the head.
The revolutionary martyr Marat was interred along with Mirabeau, Descartes and Voltaire.
The lesson might be: Killing the person is not going to stop thinking.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Blame and your self

'Don't blame yourself' or 'blame yourself' are messages to give to different people in different circumstances. Usually, because of how conscience works, those who have overactive conscience should be told not to blame themselves that much and on the contrary individuals who have underactive consciences should be stimulated to blame themselves more, or maybe more positively put, to explore how their role is in what happens with or around them.
It's difficult when you follow rules of behaviour and they don't work out with al people or all circumstances. When do you follow rules and why?

*new* item at Chez Odile is the metachat where Creatives and Thinkers meet.

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