Blogging about education policy, theory, classroom practices, futurism, technology, buzzwords, he-said-she-said politics, architecture, digital-x-y-&-z, and all the rest of its accompanying intellectual cousins has lately begun to lose its spark for me.
Not entirely, I must admit. My brain is still in the hey-that's-edu-bloggable gear 24/7 for the most part. Hard to shake that instinct when you've been doing it for this long. But I'm just not sure that I'm still driven by throwing more semantic and link kindling on an ever-moving camp fire of just-in-time global edu-publishing just because I (or the collective 'we') can.
On the other hand, being a still-new papa means I get to put all that blogging energy into the kid's evolving story for his grandparents. Somehow it seems more real to me than 3 years of "think:lab" edu-cha-cha-cha, if I'm honest with myself.
And maybe that's telling me something...
Now, back to what caught my attention this morning: the ever-delightful "Charlie Bit My Finger" home movie.
Consider it a diversion from edu-talk. Or consider it why we talk about education in the first place. It's entirely your call:
If my Beckett ever has a younger sibling biter, we're definitely suggesting he start speaking with a British accent.
Even in pain, wee British lads sound both elegant & adorable.
If your funny bone ain't nudged a bit by this now-classic video, you ain't breathing. Gotta love when wee Charlie begins to giggle mid-way through. The frosting on the proverbial cake, me thinks.
And there is no doubt my 10th grade English students will 'meet' Charlie in class when we first pull out Lord of the Flies next fall!