so i am sitting in the class, where the students have to prepare and present a news report about anything they found interesting. and so there is this girl reading hers. what i hear, is “scientists have discovered a cloak which they called the curse of the gays…” so i walk up to her to look…
me: that was … what? Natalie Portman? wolfie: no, Keira Knightley. me: how come you know? wolfie: how come you don’t? it’s obvious!
the crab spree sorta goes on, but probably the oars of my little metaphoric boat are coming out of the water – or the crabs. consider this: a crocodile is longer than it is green. actually, come to think of it, i have never seen a green croc. they are sort of brownish-grey. but i…
so, there is this huge forest. really huge. in this really huge forest, there is a fairly large marsh. sort of wetlands. so large you cannot see across it on a clear day. in the middle of the wetlands, there is a pretty little elevation. a few metres square. more-or-less in the centre of that…
pievērsiet uzmanību ierakstiem uz saraksta beigām.
of course, dictionaries exist and all that. but for fun, here we go. all i can remember on the spot. it probably tells sb sth about my preferences and whatnot…but this is for fun only. try making your own lists, you will see. ocelot owl obstruction ok omnibus occasion obscurity off-white open-ended octogram octarine
the little rainworm asks his mother: “mom, where’s dad? he hasn’t been home for, like, the whole week.” mother rainworm answers: “well, little one, your daddy went fishing with those guys last saturday, remember?”
there is a reason why the ancient bards died out. it was the training, according to one of my students. Bardic training formed the core of druidic teaching. The future bards had to learn raw poems, at least three hundred and fifty stories and study poetic form and grammar. (from an unpublished, and unpublishable BA paper…
Q.how do you know that the graveyard is the most important place in the city? A. people are dying to get in there.
so i get out to get some food and stop to watch some starlings on their worm-hunt. behind me there is a kid coming from school talking to his grandfather. grampa asks [meaning starlings], ‘what birds are those?’ the kid screams happily, ‘penguins!!’ so much for education these days. (i’d not mind penguins in this…
not much to say. him. Posted by Wordmobi
who laughs last. i sometimes have this kind of conversations with my more skype-literate friends over a cup of beverage. see below. Posted by Wordmobi
it is sometimes a tedious job to look for texts and tasks and possible questions for a bunch of students – in order to help them to see text for what it is – a text that makes the world more probable. but then again, there are those bright moments, like now. and epiphanies and…
