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2007!! What happened to 2006?! In this blog’s case… literally!

| January 5, 2007 | 0 Comments 


The case of the disappearing blog!

Was 2006 just a dream? A blog down the drain. Due to some technical hoolamagoolas it appears that 2007 is going to be a fresh start. Hey ho. Here goes.

This year started out with a great event in Huntingdon, the Huntsnet Professional Training day: Literacy group. It was a great pleasure to contribute to such a well planned and smoothly organised day. We had a fun filled, post festive frolic beginning with a Rylands waffle and then into four sessions, through the day, on different aspects of creativity to inspire literacy.

I also really enjoyed having the opportunity to share the day with Joe (even if his name was erroniously speltt on the hann doubts as Joe Spaghetti)

Joe lead some workshops on using GarageBand to create podcasts. A big challenge in an hour but Joe managed to motivate each group in his usual humorous style. Mini masterpieces created all-round. I heard big guffaws of laughter even over the glorious cacophony we created in my session, which we ended by composing sound tracks to film of another roller-coaster ride.
It is always good to spend the day with people who are up for a challenge and the Thongsley Field group were no first-day-back slackers. The day ended with a mini cinema of some of their animated gems of cinematography and mind-mapping how they could use some of the ideas from the day back at the chalk-face-reality of school term 3.

Congratulations to Rebecca, and all those involved behind the scenes, for a successful and enjoyable day.

Now it is down to BETT preparations.I am looking forward to my presentations again this year, and also, to the opportunity to meet faces old and new.

As in the past, I really hope to add a “link-per-blog” this year, to some of the oddities of the web that spring up. I get a lot of response from these but, in truth, only add them for my own entertainment…

Although it has been around for a couple of months now, I still enjoy having a fly in “Goggles”, the “mod” of Google Earth. In my TimesEd review of Google Earth itself I ended with “…and I think to myself what a wonderful world!” In Goggles case I think to myself “what a clever chap!” I’m not sure if I “approve” of the ability to take potshots at locations but, it is great to fly Biggles-like in a bi-plane over London or, even, the Moon!

http://www.isoma.net/games/goggles.html
Safe flying folks!

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A blog too far…

| December 27, 2006 | 1 Comment 

2006, where did you go? Perhaps it is best to wait a while and start afresh… until such time time as I can decide on the facial hair issue (my daughter wants me to do a ‘Johnny Depp’ and have it long enough so it can be ‘beaded’ 🙁

At least that will make up for the Baldylocks-and-the-Three-hairs look, up top!

So a new Year… a new blog… HAPPY NEW YEAR all.

Tearing off a strip…

| November 7, 2005 | 0 Comments 

 

Writing off the wall…

| January 1, 1999 | 0 Comments 

I WISH I HAD KEPT A BLOG SINCE JANUARY 1999 BUT…
In fact, this a page where you can read some examples of work I have been sent recently.
If you would like to see your own examples here, I would love to add them to the gallery. Send them via tim@timrylands.com
I look forward to reading even more, like the gems below from
Oxford School, Muenster, Germany

Tomahna was left empty as if to die alone. The wind howling, the rocks eroded from many years of rain. A falcon ready to snatch its prey from the ground. From the silk-blue sky shone the rays of the sun through the intricate stained glass. (J.S.)

As I looked out into the lifeless landscape I saw a bird circling ahead; it’s blue eyes narrowed as if it had seen something scurry along. Its black long feathers gave off the faintest smell. “Breathtaking isn’t it?” said a voice that seemed to come from nowhere. Suddenly I spun round and saw a door. Each and everything was carefully engraved. (L.D.)

The lantern-lit bridge of green envy hung motionless above the icy waters. The door creaked as it swung open easily. Before me sat a lever, old and rusted, where many hands had touched. The next door was harder to open and made a spine-tingling screech like nails on a blackboard. (C.C.)

Scattered pebbles crumbled beneath my feet while the gentle lapping of the water soothed me. To my left, a glass house stood at the foot of a lantern-lit bridge; beautifully carved with patterns that seemed to twist the imagination in and out. A calm breeze fell over this strange land. As terrifying as it was, I kept going. (C.L.)

The music sounded far away from an unknown place. The bridge was made from neatly formed stained glass plates for each step. The sand was rippled by heavy winds. The door looked like thousands of weeds had carved its beauty. (D.M.)

I listened closely to hear the splashes of water spreading over the rocky sand. I walked over to the sea’s edge and I came to a golden bridge. Each part of the floor was shaped like a candy wrapper. As I stepped on to the unsteady bridge danger increased with every step I took. (J.L.)

The silky sand was covered in ripples curving in all directions. Smooth rocks surrounded me and tiny pebbles were encrusted and looked as if they had been lying there for generations. I could hear the murky waters ebbing with the strong breeze. The clouds looked heavily laden and the dim light was just breaking through. (M.E.)


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