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shape without form, shade without colour
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do i dare?
Michaelangelo.
let us go and make our visit
time for you, time for me click above for a handful of dust
so how should I presume?
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in! Come in!... for where the sidewalk ends. - Shel Silverstein
These fragments I have shored against my ruins. - T.S. Eliot
do i dare...disturb the universe?
ren-ka // alias. karrot,kawun
dob.11.10.
I live in a world where
lobster and corn can be very
good friends.
i have known the eyes already
songs: Strokes
tvb: dinner at 8
kvariety: nil
kdrama: ryeo
twdrama: love O2O
anime: nil
book: Moveable Feast Ernest Hemingway
website: moonbeard
website: stumble
headache: the boy
about the layout
Credits to magnette from blogskins.com, mods made by me.
Lots of it is inspired by T.S. Eliot's Hollow Men and Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
- c'est payé, balayé, oublié / je me fous du passé! // 6:32 am
The Waiting Place… for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
... of course, Dr. Seuss is the one with all the wisdom.
I'm really sick. I haven't been this sick since... HK2008.
I felt like I was gonna faint today, so I actually went to the emergency clinic... the doc and nurse were pretty awesome I'd say.
So I guess Canadian/Queen's healthcare isn't such a fail after all?
P.S. It's so great to have amazing friends by your side who make calls to you just because you're sick, or go out to buy you congee and lemons.... because they know how sick you are. It's really great to have amazing friends. Glassa, you're such a blessing to me (amongst many others).
I think I know why I keep them. Because it reminds me that I was loved, at least once, once upon a time. No, it wasn't a happily ever after, but it drives my self-esteem once in awhile that at least once, I was loved that way and I was told that I was loved that way.
So, yes, I still keep them.
Someone told me I'll get rid of them soon enough, when I am ready. I look forward to that day.
So come on let's be young, let's be crass enough to care
Let's refuse to live and learn, let's make all our mistakes again yes
And then darling, just for one day, we can fight and we can win
And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible
Leave the mourning the to the morning
Yeah pain can be killed
With aspirin tablets and vitamin pills
But memories of hope, and glorious defeat
Are a little bit harder to beat
I like the lyrics a lot better than the song, it's more like vent-sounding, which I love. The quality of his voice is very interesting, it's not conventional just singing... it sounds slightly indie. I was the friend who introduced me to this song that it reminds me how that changing just a few words, prepositions, tenses, it changes a lot in the meaning and it becomes so much more clever.
let's be heroes, let's be martyrs, let's be radical thinkers who never have to test drive the least of their dreams let's divide up the world into the damned and safe and then ride to the valleys like the old life brigade
I love the reference to Tennyson. I hope you caught that too.
We were just in a presentation about QECO (which I suppose discloses where I'm from if you only looked hard enough). QECO is the thing that determines how much we're gonna get paid for each year of teaching.
Well, as we were exiting the auditorium, I overheard an agitated boy venting to another girl over the coffee table, the conversation ran as follows:
"They spend the majority of an Assessment and Evaluation course telling us how important Assessment is over Evaluation because assessment is what's important in the long run and then we go in and they F*CKING tell us that all the marks we got over the period of our entire university career is going to make a difference by 10 grand a year. F*CK. It's all bullsh*t. We've got to start telling our students that in the end, all that matters is their marks, who the hell should give a damn about assessment anyway."
Lofty ideals, romanticized thinking shattered.
So what should we be teaching?
This is what ran through my head as I very clearly stood there and just "overheard" their conversation. I believe that I should believe that at least part of those lofty ideals are correct. I should believe that the pathway to great evaluations might be assessment. Maybe the way to success is through these romanticized ways that they're teaching us. Who knows?
