Occasional interludes
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Collaborative Learning

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A week of transitions

Image by Dramagirl via Flickr A week of moving from classroom to performance space with the students; selling a home; seeing a child step out. Flying Solo drew breath for the first time this week in public. It’s the umbrella project for the one-person shows the third year acting majors have devised, written, and are

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Web 2.0 enters the live performance arena

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

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Fear of the tech god

Every time it happens I’m reminded of that first axiom of good teaching: take nothing for granted. Again today, a couple of bright students indicated how nervous they were about tackling the whole online thing. I suggested using either Google Docs and Spreadsheets or the excellent Celtx open-source software so that they could publish their

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The Tide Turns … a bit

I’m entering into a new phase, or “workflow” of projects right now. Mad Forest is playing out its season this week, so I’m in the room assessing student progress and providing feedback via the group and individual blogs. They are going well. I’m getting some time at last to start writing again! This time, it’s

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Where have I been?

Cover of Mad Forest: A Play from Romania There have been very few posts to this blog for a couple of weeks, and for good reason. They have all been made to another (private group) blog of mine, which is currently charting the progress of work on a production with a group of acting majors

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The In-Between Time

Christmas is over for another year. Can’t say I enjoyed the rampant materialism of the “ka-ching” factor: all-night trading, nightly bulletins trumpeting how much had been taken at the cash-registers etc. The quiet time I spent at home with my son seemed oddly, and wonderfully out of step with what was, and is happening elsewhere.

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