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Some teachers still have trouble showing any sort of vulnerability of fallibility. These teachers will expend immense amounts of energy hiding the fact they’re frustrated at something, that they’re upset or perhaps even angry. Why? Other teachers get tied into logical knots to avoid admitting “I have no idea what the answer to your question is.” But teachers who genuinely connect with students are the ones who aren’t afraid to show emotions in class, who can admit that they aren’t in fact the repository of all knowledge. Of course nobody want to be a wallowing, blubbering mess in class, but what better way to teach empathy than to give the students someone to empathize with when we’re having a bad day? What better way to foster collaboration and to teach that it’s okay not to know something than to say “I don’t know, let’s find that out!”?

8 Characteristics Of A Great Teacher (via megbytheminute)

Comparative Politics at Manchester: ‘We take care of [our students].’

Fact.

Also fact.

Yesterday I taught in the tiny church in Manchester where Engels wrote The Condition of the Working Class in England (1845) and to Marx, inviting him to study the stark divisions in class in north Manchester, which became the basis for The Communist Manifesto(1848). It was pretty great to tell the students this and that in 2-weeks we’ll be covering Marxism in the very building where Marxism took shape.

(Source: apsies)

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And now to relax in my hard-won, nearly organic garden…

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Had a pretty ace 4-year wedding anniversary yesterday. We feasted upon dim sum and tea at Pacific. Then moseyed over to the reopened Manchester library. Now we know why Morrissey thanked the Council for it. It’s just utterly mind blowing how classically gorgeous the building is combined with the new technological refurbishments. The music library… I could lose entire days in there. As you can see they have pianos and super fancy Macs hooked up with sound mixers and synths; I like a library that recognises the superiority of Macs… That being said, most of the cluster computers were PCs, but more than enough Macs sprinkled in.

We lost about 3 hours walking around the 5 floors. Then waltzed to Piccadilly Gardens for always excellent people watching and caffeine.

Our mate then phoned us for drinks at a favourite Deansgate pub, where we had 3 rounds of drinks and came home for kebabs …

All in all an excellent anniversary!

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Muhahahahah allotment spoils!

A lot of the US gardening tumblrs have been posting harvests for a few weeks; however, us Manchester lot - the same growing climate as Norway - have had to suffer in silence! No more!

We harvested a bag of strawberries - to be scoffed raw and made into trifle and cordial - and some sweet smelling sweet peas - they absolutely are perennials, don’t let anyone tell you to dig them up once they are done flowering. Additionally some broccoli (pre-buttoned; why is broccoli so difficult to grow!?), mange tout and a smattering of herbs from our ridiculous herb gardens (mint, chives, and sage today; thyme and parsley yesterday).

And I’m starting to get flowers in my garden here at the house (photos of ridiculous blooms to follow in 2-3 weeks). I did another round of lettuce/salad, carrots, beets, and radish too.

All whilst sunning myself and reading for my next empirical chapter. Feeling pretty, pretty good.

PhD will soon change that!

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Absolutely love Professor Winterson (*cough University of Manchester cough*):

That part of me, living alone, hidden, in a filthy abandoned lair, has always been able to stage a raid on the rest of the territory. My violent rages, my destructive behaviour, my own need to destroy love … Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

themancorialist:

Cavendish Street, Manchester.

Had a pint next to this lady last night at Sand Bar. Met a few of the naked cyclists in the toilet. If any ladies are curious, some we’re wearing sheer one-piece suits… Pretty clever. 

Biggie ups themancorialist; great photos.

themancorialist:

Cavendish Street, Manchester.

Had a pint next to this lady last night at Sand Bar. Met a few of the naked cyclists in the toilet. If any ladies are curious, some we’re wearing sheer one-piece suits… Pretty clever. Biggie ups themancorialist; great photos.

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Someone(s) hung swings at the bus stops on Oxford Road. 

Thank you, someone.

Someone(s) hung swings at the bus stops on Oxford Road.

Thank you, someone.

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beingblog:

This image of Ginger Stanley during her solo underwater ballet in 1956 was just too beautiful not to share. 
(Photo by Bruce Mozert/Three Lions/Getty Images.)

I’ve been doing ballet for almost a month - not long, I know - and I’m pretty terrible at it. I have no ‘knowledge’ of ballet; I can hardly identify first or second position, much less the proper way to plie. There are many reasons why I will never be ‘good’ at ballet. I have no connected nerve endings in my right foot; I’ve broken both ankles, one twice; I have a torn MCL that was never fixed, and generally, I look like a snowboarder, not a dancer. But I go every week and, wilfully, look like an idiot amongst some very graceful and technical dancers. 
I think that’s exactly what makes ballet so enjoyable for me. I fail, but I keep going back. I laugh at myself. I remind myself that I’m not good at everything, and that’s okay. And that sheer acceptance of my failures and failing better, it makes me happier, more confident, and proud of myself.
Try more; fail more; accept more of yourself.

beingblog:

This image of Ginger Stanley during her solo underwater ballet in 1956 was just too beautiful not to share. 

(Photo by Bruce Mozert/Three Lions/Getty Images.)

I’ve been doing ballet for almost a month - not long, I know - and I’m pretty terrible at it. I have no ‘knowledge’ of ballet; I can hardly identify first or second position, much less the proper way to plie. There are many reasons why I will never be ‘good’ at ballet. I have no connected nerve endings in my right foot; I’ve broken both ankles, one twice; I have a torn MCL that was never fixed, and generally, I look like a snowboarder, not a dancer. But I go every week and, wilfully, look like an idiot amongst some very graceful and technical dancers.

I think that’s exactly what makes ballet so enjoyable for me. I fail, but I keep going back. I laugh at myself. I remind myself that I’m not good at everything, and that’s okay. And that sheer acceptance of my failures and failing better, it makes me happier, more confident, and proud of myself.

Try more; fail more; accept more of yourself.

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Well the weather didn’t warm up in time for our outdoor BBQ and drink party. I guess we’ll just be grilling in the oven, drinking in the kitchen, and PLAYING DOMINOES! Where are the PluMills?! 
CHICKENFOOT!!!

Well the weather didn’t warm up in time for our outdoor BBQ and drink party. I guess we’ll just be grilling in the oven, drinking in the kitchen, and PLAYING DOMINOES! Where are the PluMills?!
CHICKENFOOT!!!

I know you can’t really tell I did 6 hours of work from the previous post (before) photo, but trust me: a lot of stuff got done today.
It’s too bad you have to wait for the foliage to die on tulips to save the bulbs. I would have liked to plant some vegetables in those grow bags today.
I think if I also work all day tomorrow the garden will be in good shape for the next two weeks it will take me to write my methodology chapter.
That second photos is me, apparently, saying hello to skin cancer, which runs in my family. It’s the only part of me that’s burned but is it burned!
Hope you all had a lovely naked gardening day!

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Also we had a date last night on the Curry Mile. Will had his first hookah; loved it!
I’m still working on not being so bad at selfies. I need instructions or something; I don’t get it.

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Allotment post!

From top to bottom: strawberries; tomatillos and tomatoes; leeks, runner beans, and sugar snap peas; CHILLIES; red currants; broccoli; and cabbage!

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