Do these people ever sleep?

I’m going to lie to you.

I have one question. When do they sleep? You know who. The people who are able to always  post something on Twitter, that is relevant to our professional practice, at all hours of the day. Yes, I’m talking about; Steve W. Anderson, the Couros brothers (Alec and George), Jackie Gerstein, Angela Maiers, Bill Ferriter, David Didau, Jerry Blumengarten, Heidi Siwak and Sean Junkins.

Collectively, upto the time this was posted these 10 have Tweeted over 445,000 messages. So I ask, when do they sleep?  When do the devices that so effectively fill my home page get put on the night stand? With this collective of contributors, my intellectual fire is perma-stoked. How could there be anything to add? Yet, as I have learned: there is more, and they have even prepared a place for noobs like me at the T(w)able. To which I say thank you and I told you I would lie. I have more than one question.

One particularly interesting evening, the Twitter traffic really seemed to be originating only from brothers Alec and George Couros. To which I wrote, “Is it dueling Couros’ tonight?”  The response came without hesitation from Alec and soon seconded by George, “We work hard so you don’t have to!”

Despite never sleeping the 160 or so Tweeps I follow seem to evince a conspicuous absence of ego. It seems to have been checked at the browser door. In a flash it all became clear. It’s not needed. Note to self…

Note #1 Leave your ego behind. You are not the only expert. We all have something to learn from each other. There seems to exist a genuine caring in the Twitterverse for those who are of like minds. If you respond to someone, they may respond to you.

Note #2 Get involved in #hashtag discussions. They really help you find like minded people who share your passion(s). In my case this warps to education, philosophy and random quirky things. Share what you’ve learned with your local PLN offline too.

Note #3 Ask questions. We ask our students all the time to inquire, yet we are supposed to magically have all the answers.
The more we inquire in our network, the broader the resource base we get to develop, and then improve upon. Share this.

Note #4 Get involved in #etmooc. I am not the first to extol the benefits of belonging to @etmooc. If you are a constant learner(See my post on Jan. 1, 2013). I can only say, join now.

So I followed the above notes, but what I wasn’t immediately prepared to accept was that there exists a role for me too. 

500 plus Tweets and more to come. Does that mean I don’t get to sleep anymore?

How My Brain Works Best

Five Card Story: How My Brain Works Best an #etmooc quasi-epic in 5 pics

a Five Card Flickr story created by @willgourley

flickr photo by bionicteaching

flickr photo by Serenae

flickr photo by bionicteaching

flickr photo by Serenae

flickr photo by Serenae

My brain works best when surrounded by structures of disorder and chaos. Dendrites growing, neurons myelinating; all the while learning more, but admittedly knowing less. Life in its entirety is spent making meaning of all that floods in through the senses. For me it’s language. More precisely WORDS, above all things, excite my senses. Frenetic, intriguing, random. In between the swells of information are times where the fuzz and pace of wordplay crawls. Whether I have two legs or a hundred,I cannot quicken my pace. Ouf!! I’m in the doldrums and this flattening sea will not help. Yet, comfort comes from knowing that I cannot control the waves, but I can learn to surf. I wait for the next rogue wave, and it doesn’t take long. The thrill only makes me want to paddle out onto bigger waves. When it all comes crashing down, I rest. Calm, soaked, shaka, gasping for air, washed ashore, eyes burning, safe at home. Home, where my books live.

“Me lose brain? Why, I laugh?”

I think I broke my brain. Well… it kinda feels that way.  After all  isn’t it supposed to feel that way when it’s working.
With what’s left of the pieces, I’ll attempt to write this post while not attracting too many zombies to clean up the leftovers.

A veritable plethora of story lines in education coursed in and out of my life and classroom.  Apart from another awesome week at the speed of light with my class @Chapman6s, there has been a lot of “doins a transpiring”. Starting with the online #TASA conference, an #etmooc session with the brothers Couros,  a brisk Twitter chat with educators in England, the organizational “cluster-duck” of time for assessment and completion of my reporting, then a culminating PD Prezi presentation and planning session both about inquiry.

Phew! Oh yeah, I slept, ate, walked to school uphill both ways  into biting winds and did some parenting.
id I mention a #lipdub? Uh-huh! Did some of that too.

Despite the hectic pace its clear that I weary not. No banned substances needed. Perhaps there is something in belonging to a group where everyone possesses a shared commonality to make education better. It happened at my school today as we busted out into inquiry planning teams, it was different. Today, I invited our music teacher to join us. 

Most schools would be blessed to have 1 music teacher,  but they often get left out of the grade team  planning loop and end up unconnected. Today we decided that music needed to be part of our inquiry equation, and we set off with brains bursting to plan a cross-curricular collaborative unit that will include literacy, science and music.

Ambitious? Perhaps, but well within the scope of the 3 members who united to make this happen. How so? Desire.

I have discovered that I draw strength in cultivating relationships with like minded educators. Those who choose to get their hands dirty in order to create something new by doing something that has not been done. Whether they are down the hall, down the street or across the pond, collaboration happens where there is a willingness to make it happen.

While writing this, I have been  online hoping to plan some cool lessons with consummate teacher @ShadiYazdan.
What a week!

PS As a new member to the worlds of  Edublogging and Twitter, all I can say is thanks for the constant inspiration to go on even when my brain hurts from growing dendrites, and it feels like zombies will only find an appetizer instead of meal with what’s left.





The title text and this animated .gif are from the Simpsons originally created by Matt Groening.
The text for the blog title was first used in So It’s Come to This: A Simpsons Clip Show  It was written by John Vitti and
aired on April 1, 1993.The .gif is from “Treehouse of Horror III”  which originally aired on the on October 29, 1992.