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Lieu et date: chemin d'orangers vers la "Muntanyeta de Sant Antoni" (BetxĂ-CastellĂł). DĂ©cembre 2010.
Élèves: Alba et Nerea.
C'est une vielle alqueria* abandonnée. L'arbre a "devoré" la maison. La nature est plus forte que nos bâtiments.
*alqueria: maison de campagne typique de valence. Le nom a une origine arabe. (note de la prof.)
The force of water, the motion, timelessness as it meets the mass of land.
I see it as a mirror for much of the thinking we do about education, trying to include everyone while unable to escape inevitable erosion. Learning is everywhere!
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Ang, Katrina Beatriz - Aranas, Maria Alexandra - Haw, Kathleen Jemaissa - Ledesma, Leeannah - Reyes, Marc Anthony
dress: MNG 2006 (never worn, suprise!)
blouse: XX (mexx) (bought today on sale for my trip this summer)
i don't usually wear patterned clothing. but i'd figured i should get more into that. not so bleak maybe.
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Solid research is contextualized by scholarly literature and sufficiently solid to support the weight and critiques of other academics.
Building a metaphor: Another brick in the wall?
Douglas G Altman (2012)
A common metaphor for the accumulation of scientific knowledge is of individual studies being the bricks from which a wall is being built. Each study contributes to the growing structure as “another brick in the wall,” a phrase that appears in hundreds of journal article titles on PubMed. Inspired by the clear similarity of the ideas in Forscher’s wonderful allegory and a witty comment of Poincaré, I acquired many related citations by multiple searches with Google and Google Scholar over five years.
1. Forscher BK. Chaos in the brickyard. Science 1963;142:339.
2. Poincaré H. La science et la hypothèse. Flammarion, 1902.
Just before all the leaves of the trees died and fell to the ground, a bright red flower popped out of the ground. I thought it would make a good metaphor for something, so I took this picture.
My life ...
... a worn-down, rusted, old path that came from nowhere and continues going on nowhere. No purpose. No reason. Just there in the midst of an empty expanse and covered from view by a false show of nature.
my first morning at the new house, i walk outside and see this left on the sidewalk. i found some metaphorical connection with it and being in a new place.