tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652726332997215132024-03-13T16:26:02.152+09:30Tales in eLearningSharing my learning by telling tales through poetry and other means. Wendy Taleo.Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.comBlogger214125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-62506579192603601002024-02-08T06:11:00.036+09:302024-03-01T14:28:57.388+09:30How do you plant a garden without any seeds?
On this arid land I see the gentle grey, purple and caramel colours of the native grass in summer. I see the fools gold of the buffel grass head, messy and invasive.The question was given to me by an ecologist "how do you plant a garden without any seeds?". This blog post is subtitled "the ecology of an educational technologist". The following six points are a journey in Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-62089190488381426232024-02-08T05:54:00.000+09:302024-02-08T05:54:07.863+09:30the anxious penMy wandering thoughtsThe anxious penScanning eyesPages turnedFeet on the beatIdeas ... always ideasSolutions to problems.Forms to fillIdentity cardsProof of ageminutes in an hourA ticking clockcar horns toottyres on the roadtraffic lights movenightshift workersFlapping finsThe gasping mouthHeaving gillsSearching hookHiding placesSafety gonethen finallyWorld warsA flying bulletQuivering fleshBloodWendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-38539732388053423552023-12-23T13:36:00.001+09:302023-12-23T13:36:51.498+09:30I make...
Each stitch is a story
Every thread is a truth
How do we wear our promises
Like life, from the roots.
The tools we may choose
A design may grow
What may be revealed
From this small seed sown?
I make - to use my hands
I make - to feel alive
I make - because I can not
Leave it undone
What I may learn from doing
Or how this might change my thinking
I'll only know when I'm finished
Sending a small Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-41139992497073225482023-11-24T17:16:00.004+09:302023-11-24T17:17:47.902+09:30Afternoon lightI look into the dull shaft of afternoon lightNothing catches my attentionMute, soft colours bathe my tongueEnglish tea taste like dustSounds are unnaturally dampenedJust a single bird trills.Photo by Annie Spratt on UnsplashWendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-28408515875669566062023-09-30T19:11:00.001+09:302023-09-30T19:11:14.545+09:30Restless sea Somehow life and death seem closer hereAs I bath in the restless seaLand behind me is heavyFull of bones and dust -Gravestones creatingA jagged skyline.The coral is lifeless Under my feetYet has it's revenge By cuts and bruises creatingA holiday tattoo.Language creates netsOf family and stories andBarriers to expressionOf our feelingsBest left unsaid. Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-29331957469772739512023-09-05T17:34:00.006+09:302023-09-05T17:49:30.837+09:30Resilience Adapted from the Oscar Wilde quote about the difference between the optimist and pessimist. In this quote I'm thinking about persistence as a solid thing, something nearly tangible. Persistence is part of resilience in the ability to keep at it, try again and keep the simple goals at the forefront of action.In this article describing climate resilience (2019), it is "the ability to Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-51013968351372851582023-08-13T07:22:00.003+09:302023-08-13T07:22:52.083+09:30Where do fairies step?A fairy blanket weave. Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-23405124276348628532023-06-06T17:10:00.001+09:302023-06-06T19:35:43.628+09:30Roots/RacinesA collaborative exhibition
In this exhibition in Thiers, France, Simon Ensor extends his "nothing is ever" solo exhibition to connect with many, some from the Connected Learning (#CLMOOC) community. The theme is roots and we mine our archives to find pieces that come from rhizomatic learning. This act, is also a rhizomatic activity, criss-crossing the muddy waters of social media sites, blogs andWendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-40303087875000999902023-04-05T09:37:00.008+09:302023-04-12T17:17:42.869+09:30Zoom Zombies We deal as zoom zombiesWith joker poker facesExpressing emotionsPulled from emoticon cases.Those tiny images that say moreThan our calm visage exudesHearts, claps and party hatsFrom our silent corner protrudes.We appear on flat screensCollages of moving wallpaperGlued to lunchtime eventsDevoured as digital party marker.We are all skin bagsInflated for short performancesThen sacks succumb toWendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-443068882926416532023-04-05T08:43:00.005+09:302023-04-05T08:43:48.414+09:30If we were having coffee... If we were having coffee in this townI'd take you to the Telegraph StationHistory booming from the groundA small cafe filters visitorsInto the historical precinct.Staff change often hereToday the coffee is goodI splurge on the lemon slicebut for you, chocolate fudge with creamWe choose the table near the tree.If we were having coffeeI'd share the many stories of this placeInspiration for Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-26197157659295996312023-03-12T18:56:00.007+09:302023-03-12T18:58:57.463+09:30This moment
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With https://codebeautify.org/shuffle-letters<!-Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-8013198174607962182023-02-11T14:16:00.002+09:302023-02-11T14:17:44.540+09:30No AIChordal fragments spreadAs leaf shadows Dance.We chase shadeHands grasping coffee Iced.Tuned to your timbreMelodies haunt my Memory.No Artificial IntelligenceTo code it or Print.We have onlyThis moment to &Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-39500026144496698472022-12-16T14:20:00.002+09:302022-12-16T14:29:28.405+09:30ChatGPT....write me a poemI tried to get on ChatGPT but it's at capacity. Instead it wrote me a sonnet. How would I detect that this is a machine written poem? What is the 'something else' that is missing here? This is a subjective exercise from an untrained poet. I am the human-to-machine detector. What stands out about this poem that makes it not-quite-human? With the AI generated sonnet on the left, my comments on the Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-86724017471584408822022-12-08T10:18:00.002+09:302022-12-09T08:37:02.935+09:30Now what? ASCILITE 2022I had a wonderful #ASCILITE22 conference hosted at University of Sydney. I'll give some numbers first and some links to my contributions to the conference. The (re) connections are an ongoing process and a little harder to define but much more important.Numbers and links1 Award - Community Fellow AwardAwarded in recognition of sustained and outstanding service to ASCILITE Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-63087654002445788452022-11-22T21:21:00.002+09:302022-11-22T21:25:30.382+09:30Peace and…I’ve been reading and being inspired by Kevin’s blog for years and he signs off each post thoughtfully with Peace (…). I work as the bowerbird, collecting the 30 most recent post endings and collated them as a poem. I do this as a means of honouring the writer and as an exercise of ‘troubling the text’ (Manifesto of teaching online, Bayne, S et al 2016). Looking at the text in a different way andWendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-64710678569121334012022-11-15T09:03:00.000+09:302022-11-15T09:03:30.804+09:30Sunset Shades Sunset
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A monologue about being an Educational Technologist
Sounds from the Tales · Sunset Shades
Association of Learning and Teaching UK 2022 pre-conference open mic with Pip McDonald As I stand drenched in the colours of the setting sun over the desert in Central Australia, I contemplate the miracle of technology that is bringing me to you right now. I’m inspired by the rich, Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-82611801622112195852022-11-15T08:55:00.002+09:302022-11-15T08:55:45.399+09:30What does Google know about comfort? My desk is an inch too highThe o-ring light too brightPower plug is stretched too farAs I continue the couch/cat position fight.What does Google know about comfortable?My password memory bankIs stored in the cloudWhen the Single Sign On disconnectsI silent-scream loudWhat does Google know about comfortable?The keyboard shows no signsof wear and tearMy glasses are melded onTo cope with Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-20447163052460157012022-07-16T21:56:00.005+09:302022-07-18T10:06:27.656+09:30Sometimes, surePrologue:Need to move from an intense daily grind working communication to a 'sometimes' connection.Poem: Sometimes, sureSometime - is when?What rules do we followWhat freedom do we give ourselvesTo reach outConnectGive.Sometime - it goes either wayFuel load for coals orNo more fuel?[Fade to black]GoodbyeEnd.Once-in-a-while is when?How will I knowThe milestones I'll miss?Kicking Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-63892179246068483532022-07-05T21:34:00.007+09:302022-07-05T21:34:59.911+09:30PeacePeople come and go in your lifeEach one contributes to theAnatomy of your history.Can we feel the peace with the ones that stayEven aim to be the peacemaker?#smallpoems #MastoPrompt #peaceWendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-58234345731723988212022-06-24T06:30:00.010+09:302022-06-24T07:02:15.256+09:30A short guide to the Drafts folderThe Inbox is so self important. The landing space for all those emails that must be processed, noticed and responded to.There is another folder that hides away, not seeking attention but can be so useful.DRAFTSI'm changing organisations soon and my new Drafts folder is empty!What is it for?How can I use it?Why would I need to keep a message?Will it get out of control like an un-cared for Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-17451870286021408362022-06-21T07:02:00.001+09:302022-06-21T07:33:44.013+09:30Life StoriesSometimes the stories that we need to writeTake a lifetime to appearAppearing through a meshOf experience interchange.Shoots from sadnessLeaves from griefFruit from longingBark from season change.Past and futureWhat are they?We dabble in the presentWith words rearrange.Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-24738181223540170222022-06-04T10:07:00.003+09:302022-06-04T12:24:24.932+09:30Faintly Photo by Kin Shing Lai on Unsplash'I couldn't quite hear it anymore' (from Kevin Hodgson blog)
That line stays with me
It's how I've felt often
In the tumbling weed stack Of the past year
Like a tiny flame
Struggling from the candle
Nearly drowned in its own wax bed
That puffs a final acrid gift
Before resting or finished. There were days when I struggled
To remember the basic Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-41727190705646952442022-05-30T05:48:00.004+09:302022-05-30T05:48:34.398+09:30Life Strokes Using the AI art generator I entered the words phenomenology and nothing. The resulting painting I called life strokes.This is part of a conversation and romp on twitter where we explore Heideggerian themes. Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-26257665933000116442022-05-29T20:26:00.157+09:302022-09-03T21:17:14.802+09:30ReticulationPhoto by Vivaan Trivedii on UnsplashThis poem can be read in three different ways. Read the three line poem (right justified), the left justified text is another poem or read it top to bottom. This poem is part of processing an exit strategy. Paths of connection change over time and as we move. New doors open.Every word written captures my attention.Conversations bleed undergroundunseen by Wendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365272633299721513.post-68915403799230052052022-05-27T22:08:00.009+09:302023-06-06T17:32:43.487+09:30UnveiledThe following writing uses a variety of methods for poetic inquiry. I am the bricoleur. Where is the painting of my day?The gardenThe deckThe fieldThe making of lunch for Elaine.from T. Elliott (blog)Truth treestry to tame rhizomesthe rhizomes laughdancing away.by S. Honeychurch (tweet)Method 1: From a recent thread of tweets I find poems. Found poems use only the words from the original text butWendy Taleohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13270814050667023239noreply@blogger.com7