Saturday, January 17, 2009

motor skills

so i don't loose this list - collected ideas of tools to use in class, focusing on motor skills (youngest group)

-tiddlewinks
-mini pegs
-wind up toys

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for time management/"get ready to learn"

-wind up toys
-wood pecker on a pole or the like
-simply, my cell phone (as done with Joe)

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notes for today, my last working week in Edinburgh. a thought belonging to one relatively well-heeled (not necessarily pocket-wise)

to move is to collect places to miss. to not miss anything, or to have everything, life would not be romantic.

Friday, May 23, 2008

WHW in Pictures-messed up formatting.

"The stane that lay not in yer gait, will ner strike yer taes" - something of a Gaelic proverb, found in the Aluminium Story, Kinlochleven.












The obelisk marks the Start at Milngavie (pronounced 'mull-guy' with a Scottish slant). To follow the abstract thistle the rest of the Way.



















1st night at Drymen. B&B pictured in distance, of lesser importance than the tulips.




Slow worm!! Neither snake nor worm, it is a legless lizard. I put it aside lest some heavily chatting walker should crush its head. We had just seen it on BBC the night before, filmed on the Isle of Arran. That we saw it made our trip feel charmed. Here's possibly a female, with definite lines on the side and the absence of blue spots that males have.
My new favourite animal after the eel. 





 









Where our Sainsbury FCs toilet paper went?











On Conic Hill (1200 ft) for lunch. At this point we still loved oaties with tinned mackerels.











Scotland's capable of heat too. Leaning on a Waymarker that was a constant companion, appearing right before we think of turning around in doubt.





 









Highland Cow. Morech?


















Bark Art.
















Drinking from my Platypus, although the water that flavours the whiskey did seem appealing.



 










OK. Gaiters were a stupid idea.















The antics of Christopher DeShield, my very charming walking companion.



 














a Confident stride. He Did work with Jersey cows.



 













Mince and Tatties.






























The Sun came out, and cheesily took my breath away. King James .....endowed St. Fillian's chapel, now in ruins

















Cemetry. St. Fillian, a patron saint of travelling if we recall correctly. Check with catholic encyclopedia.com



 


 











Legend of the Loch of the Lost Sword - Robert the Bruce's. 









Bridge of Orchy - THE most enchanting Bunkhouse ever. An old train station/rail house transformed. 6 stars. Little lights for each bunk.











4 trains passed, and at one point, while watching Titanic with a walking mate, we were sandwiched between 2 trains and lots of curious passengers. 




 
 











Sketching the place.













Loch Leven on self-timer.













Chris made a daisy chain for me. Always learning something new about your other.














Caution. Falling sheep. Not in this compilation is an upclose we took of a decomposing sheep 4 feet from Christopher. Vertebrae in shatters.


















Loch Leven and its wild flowers. Big one's with me.





























Ben Nevis, Britain's highest at 4406 ft. Almost end of the Way. 




 












Nevis and Chris.




 













153 km. Done.

















Hats off.













Post walk - a part of where we walked over and across from the Bus. The rewind in 3 hours.





 







Forest Caution! I found this highly dramatic and theatrical.





 













Visuals that would supposedly keep us off.


















Syntax ambiguity. This could be a warning or just really, really improperly said.


 








"This (could be) is (found) Art"

  





On the 34 km stretch, with Devil's Staircase up ahead. Name said to be more intimidating than path, as it was the building of the staircase by soldiers long ago that was hell, not the climb. I didn't even realise we were on the Staircase although it was uphill.













:: Just keep on walking.





 










Cheers!

West Highland Way


We, Christopher & I in the company of some quality people finished the West Highland Way last week. 
West Highland Way: An official long distance route completed in 1980, Scotland starts at Milngavie, north of Glasgow and ends at Fort William, in the highlands. Historically used by soldiers, pilgrims, drovers and cattle-folk and passes over grounds of battles, legends, endowments of etc.

Distance (map): 153 km (95miles) 
Our accomplished plan: 
Milngavie -|19km|- Drymen -|24km|- Rowardennan -|32km|- Crianlarich -|21km|- Bridge of Orchy -|34km|- Kinochleven -|23km|- Fort William
Guide: Blessed weather, fellow Companions, couple of Pints and Rucksack Readers.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Summary of March 26 in Studio One

When a nose knows smells of the Durian to cockroaches and frozen pollution, it thinks it is somewhat knowledgeable. Hidung kembang (flaring nostrils out of self-glee/pride). Yet, there will always be a new smell to learn. Today it was electricity in the air - the charge of prenatal lightnings.
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Seagulls: stomp their feet on earth, reenacting rain which draws out the earthworms (as seen in Princess Street Gardens), confirmed by Laura-Ann.

"How to" tell if it will rain: seagulls fly a wee way inland, circling over Edinburgh city centre, away from the approaching wind rains.
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Post-Easter Tuesday

Victoria: (opens box of "Resurrection Plant: the plant you cannot kill") I was just wondering what this looks like inside.
Lisa: We should have had that out on Easter Day!

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Rosemary: a tragedy

A selfish culinary act commited towards Rosemary - dew of the sea - her fortune reversed. I, as if that merciless being flirted with the fate of her life, and tossed her into my pot where she is depositioned into a sombre green. Drained of the living perennial green that was once, she is a bitter taste on the tongue.

Yet her essence is in the broth's aroma; life as if a bodhisattva. She saved my soup.

Climbing

some point in all the breaths breathed, we've tried climbing with flippers

Friday, March 21, 2008

innocence

perhaps the most commented on photo i've received in the past that expressed simultaneous delight and disgust.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Beetroots in Edinburgh

: one grated big beetroot - golden, bull's eye or simple red beets
: a pour of flour, even bread flour works. i might mean about half a cup depending on size of beet
: one beaten "free range" egg - because it tastes more like egg, less like yesterday's lunch plastic bag
: one finely sliced red onion
: salt
: pepper
: herbs of your fancy - basil is safe
: some grated cheddar
: oil for pan-frying

Mix everything but egg in bowl. Pour over the beaten egg and have everything evenly coated in egg. Mixture should be able to somewhat hold when pressed and flattened together in palm - try a slow mo clapping with mixture in palm to create palm sized cutlets.

If mixture does not hold - gradually increase amount of flour.

Heat oil and shallow fry. To be consumed while still in the midst of frying, in sandwiches (vege burger?) with a soft cheese of your fancy & baby spinach & sundried tomatoes, or eaten as meat's accompaniment.