cool stuff from research

I really look forward to the "open-sourcing" of the entire platform in June!

Go, Stanford!

A worthwhile, risk-taking approach to turn that classroom stage around.

Exciting, these are great ideas that keep the classroom ticking

Punctual or permanent: that is the question.

very inspiring!

Wonderful!

What a wonderful thing!   This is a very heartwarming story

Oculus Rift looks awesome.  I want!

Interesting insights from people who are "mooc addicts". Article comments are insightful too. 

Four things that matter most according to MOOC addicts ( who finished 20 + MOOCs):

1. Organization

2. The Professor

3. (additional) teksts for further reading

4. Passion

With thanks to @TonyGurr 

Interesting!

First Mitt Romney, now Avaya! Hatin' on Big Bird. ;)

We can all dream about it, right ?

Here's a virtual movie of the great Walt Whitman reading "When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer" The audio recording used in this virtual movie is probably the earliest audio recording of this poem which was made around 1942 for a 78 rpm record set of great poems. .Walt Whitman wrote the poem in the 1865.edition of Leaves of Grass.

The speaker remembers sitting at a lecture. He is politely listening with his hands folded in his lap. He watches as the lecturer, a famous and renowned astronomer, goes on and on (and on) about the stars. Except he isn't talking about the stars. He's talking about equations and numbers and funny-looking pictures that seem to have nothing to do with the stars. The speaker is disappointed. Where are the stars?!

Suddenly he doesn't feel so good. His eyes droop. He feels nauseous, even. If he doesn't get out of that room, he's gonna hurl...

"Excuse me...'scuse me...sorry!" He gets up and heads for the exit. He walks outside and, what a difference! He is alone, and the night air feels fresh and dewy. He wanders away from the lecture hall. Every so often, he looks up at the sky, and there they are: the stars. Beautiful. No words of explanation could possibly capture them.

Walter "Walt" Whitman (May 31, 1819 -- March 26, 1892) was an American poet, essayist and journalist. A humanist, he was a part of the transition between transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works. Whitman is among the most influential poets in the American canon, often called the father of free verse.[1] His work was very controversial in its time, particularly his poetry collection Leaves of Grass, which was described as obscene for its overt sexuality.
Born on Long Island, Whitman worked as a journalist, a teacher, a government clerk, and—in addition to publishing his poetry—was a volunteer nurse during the American Civil War. Early in his career, he also produced a temperance novel, Franklin Evans (1842). Whitman's major work, Leaves of Grass, was first published in 1855 with his own money. The work was an attempt at reaching out to the common person with an American epic. He continued expanding and revising it until his death in 1892. After a stroke towards the end of his life, he moved to Camden, New Jersey, where his health further declined. He died at age 72 and his funeral became a public spectacle.[2][3]
Whitman's sexuality is often discussed alongside his poetry. Though biographers continue to debate his sexuality, he is usually described as either homosexual or bisexual in his feelings and attractions. However, there is disagreement among biographers as to whether Whitman had actual sexual experiences with men.[4] Whitman was concerned with politics throughout his life. He supported the Wilmot Proviso and opposed the extension of slavery generally. His poetry presented an egalitarian view of the races, and at one point he called for the abolition of slavery, but later he saw the abolitionist movement as a threat to democracy.

Kind Regards

Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2013

After returning inspired and ready to change the world only to be thrust back into the invariable cycle of desks, worksheets, textbooks, and lockers, education’s expectation for me hit me painfully hard. I realized that apparently my job is to shut up and study hard.  If I’m so inclined, I can go out for a sport or join a club, but my schoolwork should trump all. I’m not supposed to contribute anything noteworthy to the world, but instead lay low and consume it until after I’ve graduated. Sure, adults applaud when we do something great outside of school. But ultimately school only cares if it meets some curriculum standard that can be measured. Oh, and it has to be the one we are studying right now, and it has to be part of an assignment that’s going in the gradebook. If not, I don’t get credit and therefore it’s a waste of my time.

Only it isn’t.