So a little guide to everything that’s here. Above you will see several tabs.

• Resume/Contact - This is my about page
• Graphic Design - I only do a little freelance work here and there, but this is my working portfolio of the Graphic Design work I am capable of/have done.
• Artworks - This is a very small amount of the artwork I have done in my life, but is a good representation of what I am willing to display online
• Teaching Portfolio - This is a little outdated, but is all me! This shows some of my student work along with several philosophy statements I have on assessment (which I love!) and my pedagogy of education.

This is our chance to nominate and celebrate

the achievements of edubloggers, twitterers, podcasters, video makers, online communities, wiki hosts and other web based users of educational technology.

Here are the categories, I would like to nominate the following individuals:

• Best resource sharing blog- Phil Wagner - http://brokenairplane.blogspot.com/
• Best teacher blog- John Bosselman - http://dontjustputamovieon.blogspot.com/

Thank you to all  for you hard work, sharing what you do and for being part of my learning network!

You can nominate your own favorites. Simply follow the directions from

Step 1: Write a post on your blog linking to:

1. The Edublog Awards Homepage
2. The blogs & sites that you want to nominate (must be linked to!)
   

You can nominate for as many categories as you like, but only one nomination per category, and not yourself  You can nominate a blog (or site) for more than one category)

Step 2: Email us the link to your nomination post

Use the form on The Edublog Awards Homepage to contact us, please include agenuine email address (spam free, just in case we need to confirm identity) and the link to your nominations post.

~Eckhart Tolle, “A New Earth” page 22

I was at Aikido tonight and I had a thought. As soon as I had the thought a feeling, for a brief second, bubbled up inside of me. The thought was pertaining to the idea of love.

I thought of what it must feel like to actively love the universe. To love all things no matter how painful or insignificant. What it must feel like to practice this kind of love.

And then for a brief second I did.

Feeling this was vibratory. Soon I felt another thought invade, and my mental hand batted it away. Then sensei asked us to practice a new move with a partner and I lost the thought as I started to interact with someone else.

Is that how it has to be? Do we have to attain a level of contentment only to have it ripped away as we become embedded once again into the drama of other humans? (I <3 Huckabees)

I felt it on my own and I wanted to record it right now, right here, to have a futile digital mark proclaiming my brief entertainment with the power of pure being. Unfortunately in doing this blog entry I may have officially killed it.

“The Way that can be experienced is not true;

The world that can be constructed is not real.
The Way manifests all that happens and may happen;
The world represents all that exists and may exist.

To experience without abstraction is to sense the world;
To experience with abstraction is to know the world.
These two experiences are indistinguishable;
Their construction differs but their effect is the same.

Beyond the gate of experience flows the Way,
Which is ever greater and more subtle than the world.”

Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

Substitute Rugby
by Patrick Yurick (2010)

“With screaming vengeance!”
The coach had ordered us.
left foot right foot and steam train ahead
Dainty painted toes covered in bruises.
Grass stains and sweat.
Equity never did taste right, did it?
Falling back with different pressures
I know that pleasure is in the back
No more sour coffee and stomach pains.
No more comfortable embrace.
Two hours ago the woman in the mirror started crying,
“Where are you going?”
She wiped dark mascara stains.
A dark shadow was left in the corner of the room,
an outline smelled of the pacific and blood.
Keep it down, be a man.
Toughen up. Tie the laces.
Today begins with twice as much work
Today is where we all find time to watch
The substitute rugby game is underway.

I want to write this morning. It is Saturday morning. I google the word “Peace” and looked through the images titled under “Labeled for commercial reuse and modification”. This image struck me. I decided to challenge myself to write something about it. This poem came from that. I imagined these women being ones left home during WW2 and starting their own soccer league. (Much in the vain of “A League of their Own“)

The task to make 100 books all by hand using recycled materials whilst working with written reflections on food experimentation is completely fascinating. I advised that they use hand made linoleum stamps and inks, a process I used while in high school many many years ago. What I did not help account for was the length of time it was going to take to create the stamps and this put a huge cramp in the production process. When Wednesday night came along, the night before the exhibition, I found myself wandering down the hall to see how it was going. I found them struggling to finish a book and it was then that I knew I wanted to stay and help. And I did.

I might not have even been much in the way of service - besides going to pick up the few dedicated kids some pizza and attempting to get some carving done myself.  I might not have been much in the way of help - but I got something out of it that was far greater and it was what I like to call the “Project High”. Right before you are about to hit a deadline or a level of accomplishment there comes this frenzified energy that takes you over and allows you to do amazing things. I got to experience this last night.