Educational Technology

Educational technology takes many different forms. One way to categorize it is by who it is intended to be used by or who has agency when using it: the learner, the teacher, or the school. Think about the many different nodes on the system models (K12 or Higher Education) you made in class. Choose a node or two that were interesting to you and think about how technology for the learner, the teacher or the system (school/university) might impact that node. 

Science becomes intimidating to students, before its importance or ‘cool factor’ can even register on their consciousness. Engaging students through fun ways can include taking into account their individuality, or personalizing science by encouraging students to express their curiosity and learning creatively. Some students may even have a dual interest in science/art, or a plain stronger interest in right-brain stuff, so that learning science by doing this, may end up enhancing their learning still more.

Technology that would accompany this kind of pedagogy may range from digital art or aesthetic models or drawings/writing using software on laptops.

Eventually, students would internalize and retain Science better and take more ownership over the material, if they are involved with the process from the core. Memory-formation in Neuroscience theories is enhanced, by emotional components, so personalizing science or home-schooling students somewhat, or a combination, may bridge the gap between textbooks and pedagogy and the recipients it is meant to reach.

Left-over / Satchi

When do you grow old?

When a twenty-year old fall, bellowing
Trains its horns on your spine
You grow old

When a thirty-year old love affair, howling,
Sinks its teeth on your heart
You grow old

When a forty -year old rebuke, barking,
Leaps into your dreams
You grow old

When a fifty-year old death of a playmate, trumpeting
Crushes your brow
 You grow old

When a sixty-year old nightmare. raising its hood
Slithers towards you
 You grow old

When in summer you begin to pray for winter
And in winter for summer
And in neither for childhood
You grow old

When history begins to startle you more than does news
When waves seem to have ceased In the sea of questions
And future seems a desolate burnt-down city,
You grow old

Most of us are no more than
The nostalgia of ghosts.
Only some have a little life left in us,
 Like the small change left In a robbed home,
 Like the little reason left In a lunatic’s gibberish,
 Like the solitary seed left In a burnt-out forest.

K.Satchidanandan (Left-over)

( Translated from  Malayalam by the poet )

In Memory of a Swedish Evening/Satchi

(To Lars)


With steady hands

you went on pouring the

ruddy autumn in my goblet.



You read your poems

bright like the maple leaves,

filling the air like a Brahms symphony,

-sipping one mouthful for each line.



I translated your birds and trees into

my birds and trees.



Nouns revealed their core.

Verbs were inert.



There was a meadow

in your coat pocket.

I called out to the Western Ghats,

as if it were a hungry sheep.



The wind was turning

the pages of an apple tree.

I inhaled my childhood.



As I looked on

you turned into a green train.

I boarded it and  whistled like the rain.

We left behind the church of  the chill.

Words rubbed against words.

The Whole Shebang

http://www.speakingtree.in/spiritual-articles/science-of-spirituality/being-dead-and-alive-simultaneously#

Search for aliens poses game theory dilemma!

http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg21628954.200-search-for-aliens-poses-game-theory-dilemma.html

We all live in a Simulation Submarine?

http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg21628950.300-the-idea-we-live-in-a-simulation-isnt-science-fiction.html

The Second Coming/Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity