I love the cleverness of Ken Rodoff’s description of the teacher you don’t want to be in “an unexamined summer“. I’d say more, but don’t want to give it away.
I love the cleverness of Ken Rodoff’s description of the teacher you don’t want to be in “an unexamined summer“. I’d say more, but don’t want to give it away.
First, is it bad to be the first person to leave a comment when the post is about the person first in line to leave a comment?
Whatever the answer, it won’t stop me here.
Thanks for the shout-out / sales-pitch / teaser trailer / validation for my blogging.
I’m most impressed by the genesis of it all.
1. I write a post about Presentation design.
2. Graham leaves a comment.
3. His comment leads me to another post, directly responding to his comment.
4. He crafts an assignment for his students then writes a post about the experience.
Oh, and he lives in Australia. I live in Pennsylvania.
And where do you live?
You know what else is impressive? That there are still coworkers of mine who refuse to see the power in all of this.
No Ken, there are no rules at all. None.
There is nothing more worthy/exciting/rewarding to me than the serendipitous connections that happen as you describe.
I live in a small town called Strawberry Arizona, but I have had dinner with Graham in Adelaide:
http://flickr.com/photos/cogdog/1653129065/
The coworkers who dont see just have no opened their eyes, Yet.