“The strongbox was Lori’s. For years, she kept it tucked in a bedroom closet, among a long list of items her husband, Blake Ruff, knew he was never to touch. Blake being Blake, he obeyed.
Lori died in 2010. That’s when Blake’s relatives found the box. Its contents told an astonishing story: The woman they knew as Lori was someone else entirely. She had created a new identity two decades earlier.”
This picture has been default online photograph on a number of services for a while now. Recently a number of people have asked about it. It’s a mugshot from 1920’s Australia. I saw it a good while back. I can’t recall where but there’s something in the futile defiance that has remained interesting to me. There is a pretty decent way to see the reality of the world of online education by searching Twitter. There will be cursing, plenty of cursing. The Internet of things is well on it’s way to reality. Hello NewThermostat. Targeted ads end up doing odd things when you mostly go to Amazon as a result of Boing Boing articles rather than to shop. Someone somewhere was paid to write this ad copy. English teachers everywhere ought to post it on their walls. The VADOE is full of malware. You have been warned.
For #thoughtvectors (come play along) When ideas are rolling, the synapses are firing, I feel pretty much like this scene from The Program. Not much is more fun. I’ve yet to put my head through a window but I’ve come close. Now when I’m in a group with people who are feeding off one another’s thinking, it feels a bit more like the crowd getting hyphy in the video below. There’s spontaneous joy and even without planning things just work like they’re choreographed. It’s beautiful feeling to be thinking with a group. The fluidity and energy can’t be beat. Strange connections are made. Patterns emerge that you might not expect, even though they’re your own ideas. Grues are avoided and the right paths are taken without hesitation. It’s also strange how slippery thoughts can be. You think you’ve thought the thought and will be able to pull it back later (it is your head after all) but there’s nothing left but a vague feeling of lost opportunity. Thinking can keep me up. Time will slip and my head will keep churning away. This tends to be tied to doing some kind of actual work, something that needs to be improved just a bit or isn’t working quite right. Just one more little adjustment and I’ll go to sleep. Promise. There’s […]