The last papers are marked, results are in Gradebook, the prep for next semester is done, the office is empty! Aaah … No more posts on this blog till I open that office door, but my Tumblog will provide a diary of the best of each day and a memory jog when the time comes
Continue reading ...Since the last post (!) I have been working at developing a couple of wikis. Flushed with delight at finding a couple that look good, are easy to use, and free for now, I plunged into creating a couple for next semester’s teaching program. The first is to provide audience feedback on a performance project.
Continue reading ...My first trip overseas was waaaay back in 1968, and I was then, and still am, an inveterate recorder of sights and impressions. Then it was a leather-bound diary (which I still have) filled with memories. This time round, I want to try another approach. As I leave for London and far too much theatrical
Continue reading ...It’s been ages, I know! One of those dry patches when writing hasn’t done it for me. Excuses, of course, but it’s been a busy time with not much inclination for reflection, the whole reason for blogging. I’ve been inspired to write again by a wonderful 30th reunion last Saturday night and Sunday morning of
Continue reading ...Web 2.0 has arrived in the performance space. A current class of acting majors is working on a one-person show with me right now. They have devised, written, and are developing the first phase for public showing in a couple of weeks. The work is being collaborated on with me (Google Docs) and we meet
Continue reading ...Odd how it is when you get stuck into/obsessed by/even mildly interested in something, that you begin to see it everywhere. No, not coincidence at all, but a spreading of the trawling net a little wider and a sharpening of the eye as the catch is reeled in. No? Well, metaphors work for me. Since
Continue reading ...Oh the miracle of pencillin! A weird few days of exhaustion, discomfort, spots of lucidity where I managed to get some research and writing done, all interspersed with odd snatches of fever-dream like ‘movies in my mind.’ I don’t want another cup of chicken soup or honey and lemon tea EVER! Realised once again what
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