Aal goes curly! :)
May 23, 2007
May 22, 2007
Portfolio (deel 1)
VanDale defintie:
Het begrip portfolio komt oorspronkelijk uit de wereld van kunst en architectuur. Kunstenaars en architecten kunnen bij hun sollicitaties niet volstaan met diploma’s en mooie verhalen over hoe goed ze zijn. Deze beroepsgroepen hebben een andere vorm gevonden om hun kwaliteiten aan te tonen: het portfolio. Dit is een dossier met eigen schetsen en tekeningen, met foto’s van eigen kunstwerken, maquettes van gebouwen e.d. Door middel van het portfolio demonstreren zij hun competenties aan potentiële opdrachtgevers.
In toenemende mate maken wij binnen het onderwijs gebruik van portfolio’s. Met het portfolio bewijs je dat je de vereiste beroepscompetenties op HBO-niveau beheerst.
Het portfolio is een persoonlijk document. Het kan de vorm aannemen van een ordner, met tabbladen per competentie. Achter elk tabblad neem je bewijsmateriaal of een leerplan van desbetreffende competentie op. Je kan ook voor een digitaal portfolio kiezen of een eigen website aanmaken. Creativiteit stellen we altijd op prijs zolang wij als docenten en andere externen maar in staat zijn het portfolio op eenvoudige wijze te bestuderen en te beoordelen.
Het samenstellen van het portfolio kent twee doelen:
1. Je leert op die manier gericht en zelfstandig werken aan de ontwikkeling van je eigen beroepscompetenties. Door het portfolio word je gestimuleerd vooraf na te denken hoe je het meest effectief leert. Doordat je zelf een leerplan ontwikkelt, leer je te leren. Zo kan je ook na je afstuderen blijvend aan je competentieontwikkeling werken. Hiermee is het samenstellen van het portfolio op zich al een ervaring die leidt tot het vergroten van de volgende CMV-competentie:
‘De CMV'er is in staat de eigen professionaliteit te ontwikkelen en zo zijn loopbaan te sturen’.
2. Daarnaast kan je de behaalde competenties met uitgewerkt bewijsmateriaal op HBO-niveau aantonen. Hiermee ben je in staat niet alleen aan school, maar ook aan buitenstaanders te laten zien wat je in huis hebt. Het portfolio is ook een soort showcase waar je bij bijvoorbeeld sollicitaties veel aan kunt hebben.
Deadline for my portfolio.. 27 days to go *and counting*
- port·fo·lio (het, de ~ (m.))
- 1 map voor het bewaren of vervoeren van grote tekeningen, schema's enz.
Het begrip portfolio komt oorspronkelijk uit de wereld van kunst en architectuur. Kunstenaars en architecten kunnen bij hun sollicitaties niet volstaan met diploma’s en mooie verhalen over hoe goed ze zijn. Deze beroepsgroepen hebben een andere vorm gevonden om hun kwaliteiten aan te tonen: het portfolio. Dit is een dossier met eigen schetsen en tekeningen, met foto’s van eigen kunstwerken, maquettes van gebouwen e.d. Door middel van het portfolio demonstreren zij hun competenties aan potentiële opdrachtgevers.
In toenemende mate maken wij binnen het onderwijs gebruik van portfolio’s. Met het portfolio bewijs je dat je de vereiste beroepscompetenties op HBO-niveau beheerst.
Het portfolio is een persoonlijk document. Het kan de vorm aannemen van een ordner, met tabbladen per competentie. Achter elk tabblad neem je bewijsmateriaal of een leerplan van desbetreffende competentie op. Je kan ook voor een digitaal portfolio kiezen of een eigen website aanmaken. Creativiteit stellen we altijd op prijs zolang wij als docenten en andere externen maar in staat zijn het portfolio op eenvoudige wijze te bestuderen en te beoordelen.
Het samenstellen van het portfolio kent twee doelen:
1. Je leert op die manier gericht en zelfstandig werken aan de ontwikkeling van je eigen beroepscompetenties. Door het portfolio word je gestimuleerd vooraf na te denken hoe je het meest effectief leert. Doordat je zelf een leerplan ontwikkelt, leer je te leren. Zo kan je ook na je afstuderen blijvend aan je competentieontwikkeling werken. Hiermee is het samenstellen van het portfolio op zich al een ervaring die leidt tot het vergroten van de volgende CMV-competentie:
‘De CMV'er is in staat de eigen professionaliteit te ontwikkelen en zo zijn loopbaan te sturen’.
2. Daarnaast kan je de behaalde competenties met uitgewerkt bewijsmateriaal op HBO-niveau aantonen. Hiermee ben je in staat niet alleen aan school, maar ook aan buitenstaanders te laten zien wat je in huis hebt. Het portfolio is ook een soort showcase waar je bij bijvoorbeeld sollicitaties veel aan kunt hebben.
Deadline for my portfolio.. 27 days to go *and counting*
May 21, 2007
Plarf
Nieuwe woorden ontstaan door...
Plarf (een ~, de ~, onze~)
1. De autonomische betekenis voor een nog niet reeds ontdekt lichaamsdeel van het menselijk lichaam.
2. Roepnaam van 1 van de vleermuizen in de gemeente Voorburg.
"Heb jij ook zo'n jeuk aan je plarf?"
"Plarfje is lief!"
"Oh, die Plarf toch!"
Auteursrechten: Whmm en Aal :)
- Het samenvoegen van al reeds bestaande woorden (keuken + tafel = keukentafel)
- Door miscommunicatie ("Zei ie nou neuken of keuken?")
- Tijdens dronkemans gepraat op de fiets richting huis :)
Plarf (een ~, de ~, onze~)
1. De autonomische betekenis voor een nog niet reeds ontdekt lichaamsdeel van het menselijk lichaam.
2. Roepnaam van 1 van de vleermuizen in de gemeente Voorburg.
"Heb jij ook zo'n jeuk aan je plarf?"
"Plarfje is lief!"
"Oh, die Plarf toch!"
Auteursrechten: Whmm en Aal :)
May 18, 2007
Hate/Love you
I hate you…
For letting me go
For me being alone now
For making me cry
Not able to drive back
For not giving us a change
For your new doubts
But I love you though…
Cause you gave me a small change
You let me fall in love
You really had me hooked on love
Cause we shared fun time
For listening to me and my old doubts
For being there for me
For, I hope, we try to be friends in the end
For letting me go
For me being alone now
For making me cry
Not able to drive back
For not giving us a change
For your new doubts
But I love you though…
Cause you gave me a small change
You let me fall in love
You really had me hooked on love
Cause we shared fun time
For listening to me and my old doubts
For being there for me
For, I hope, we try to be friends in the end
No change
No change
Is giving me to proof the other side
My side of the story
Where trust and love can be together
Before I even put a step towards you
Others will stand behind you
Telling you there is no change
No way
No trust
No love
How can they know?
When they don’t know my stories and me
Do they ask?
No change
They whisper and point
And give me no change
And with this new doubt
You take away my change to show
Call it self-protection
I see a coward
I know I’m not making friends when I say this
I don’t care now
This is the broken heart speaking of a small girl
I got no change showing you that I did care about you and me
So maybe this is not the best way
But hey… At least it’s a change and a way for me to show
To let you see you’ve thrown away our change
The day after feels even worse with a hangover
Was it a dream?
I miss your kind words and crazy smile
Is there a way in tuning this around again?
No change
Is giving me to proof the other side
My side of the story
Where trust and love can be together
Before I even put a step towards you
Others will stand behind you
Telling you there is no change
No way
No trust
No love
How can they know?
When they don’t know my stories and me
Do they ask?
No change
They whisper and point
And give me no change
And with this new doubt
You take away my change to show
Call it self-protection
I see a coward
I know I’m not making friends when I say this
I don’t care now
This is the broken heart speaking of a small girl
I got no change showing you that I did care about you and me
So maybe this is not the best way
But hey… At least it’s a change and a way for me to show
To let you see you’ve thrown away our change
The day after feels even worse with a hangover
Was it a dream?
I miss your kind words and crazy smile
Is there a way in tuning this around again?
No change
May 17, 2007
New love's doubt
I am confused about love
Love means no harm they say
But love has giving me scars and doubt
Doubt and fear creeps into my heart
Where a new love tries to settle
Is it not the time for a new love perhaps?
Does new love not want my heart?
Cause my heart is eager for new love
Is it then too soon to embrace young love?
Had old love not find his time yet to be remembered?
Where my heart and mind is seeking for friendship and love
I get back none of it
At least, not in the way my romantic heart wants and seeks it
Where tears fall of heartache
My mind tells me not to be too eager about love
Wanting love and giving love back
But my heart feels empty and alone
Therefore I need to seek new love
Cause my heart isn’t made for lonesomeness
My doubt and fear has already separated my heart from new love
And for now
Doubt has also flown through the veins of my new love’s heart
Shall new doubt divide us again?
Or will we fight for this new love
We stand between friends
Whose intention is to give us advice and mean no harm by it
But gives us doubt and feelings of hesitation
Time will tell
If new and young love endures
In the end… it didn’t
Love means no harm they say
But love has giving me scars and doubt
Doubt and fear creeps into my heart
Where a new love tries to settle
Is it not the time for a new love perhaps?
Does new love not want my heart?
Cause my heart is eager for new love
Is it then too soon to embrace young love?
Had old love not find his time yet to be remembered?
Where my heart and mind is seeking for friendship and love
I get back none of it
At least, not in the way my romantic heart wants and seeks it
Where tears fall of heartache
My mind tells me not to be too eager about love
Wanting love and giving love back
But my heart feels empty and alone
Therefore I need to seek new love
Cause my heart isn’t made for lonesomeness
My doubt and fear has already separated my heart from new love
And for now
Doubt has also flown through the veins of my new love’s heart
Shall new doubt divide us again?
Or will we fight for this new love
We stand between friends
Whose intention is to give us advice and mean no harm by it
But gives us doubt and feelings of hesitation
Time will tell
If new and young love endures
In the end… it didn’t
May 14, 2007
PinkPop 2007
Here I come! :) ... Just on monday that is ;)
The Smashing Pumpkins - Linkin Park - Artic Monkeys - Scissor Sisters - Wolfmother - The Fratellis - Evanescense - Dave Matthews Bands - Korn - Stone Sour - 30 Seconds To Mars - The Kooks - Five O'clock Heroes - The Magic Numbers - Macy Gray - Maria Mena.
The Smashing Pumpkins - Linkin Park - Artic Monkeys - Scissor Sisters - Wolfmother - The Fratellis - Evanescense - Dave Matthews Bands - Korn - Stone Sour - 30 Seconds To Mars - The Kooks - Five O'clock Heroes - The Magic Numbers - Macy Gray - Maria Mena.
Tekort aan: handen, ogen & tijd
*typt* www.kluun.nl *klikt*hier*klikt*daar*leest*Kluun goes USA! :)*trots*
Ik kom serieus handen en ogen en vooral tijd tekort als ik me mini boekenplank bekijk, aanschouw nu 1 boek waarvan de notities nog overschreven en gepubliceerd moeten worden, 2 andere boeken ik mee bezig ben te lezen, trekt Kluun mij weer aan door KEVBDD te gaan lezen!
*klikt*website weg van Kluun.nl*zucht**schrijft*KEVBDD op To Do List...
Ik kom serieus handen en ogen en vooral tijd tekort als ik me mini boekenplank bekijk, aanschouw nu 1 boek waarvan de notities nog overschreven en gepubliceerd moeten worden, 2 andere boeken ik mee bezig ben te lezen, trekt Kluun mij weer aan door KEVBDD te gaan lezen!
*klikt*website weg van Kluun.nl*zucht**schrijft*KEVBDD op To Do List...
May 6, 2007
Friends, Lovers, Chocolate
In this delightful second installment in Alexander McCall Smith's bestselling detective series, the irrepressibly curious Isabel Dalhousie gets caught up in a highly unusual affair of the heart.
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She moved towards the telephone, but stopped. The hopeless admirer would be eager to call the object of her affections. She was not that. She was the independent woman who happened to have a friendship with a young man. She would not behave like some overly eager spinster, desperate for any scrap of contact with the man on whom her affections had settled. She would not telephone him. If he wanted to speak to her, then he would be the one to do the calling. She immediately felt ashamed, it was a thought worthy of a moody, plotting teenager, not of a woman of her age and her experience of life. She closed her eyes for a moment: this was a matter of will, of voluntas. She was not enamoured of Jaimie; she was pleased that he had found a girlfriend. She was in control.
“Chocolate involves major philosophical problems,” she said. “ It shows us a lot about temptation and self-control.” She thought for a moment. There was a lot that one might say about chocolate, if one thought about it. “ Yes,” she concluded,” chocolate is a great test, isn’t it?”.
Isabel imagined what it would be like to give to others the gift of love. Not from oneself – as that may be unwanted – but from those whose love the recipient yearned for. Such a power that would be, she thought. Here my dear, is the girl whom you have admired for so long, and yes, she is yours. And here, for you, is that desirable boy whose eye you have so long tried to catch, in vain; well, try catching it now.
But clichés came from somewhere, and that was why they tended to have a measure of truth in them. If Italy was not romantic, then what country was?
We cannot choose the situations in which we become involved in this life; we are caught up in them whether we like it or not. If one encounters the need of another, because of who one happens to be, or where one happens to find oneself, and one is in a position to help, then one should do so. It was as simple as that.
She was not sure if she would want him to have known; we do not always wish for those for whom we long to know that we long for them, especially if the longing is impossible, or inappropriate. It was so easy, for instance, for a middle-aged man to fall for a young woman because of her beauty, or her litheness, or some such quality, and in most cases the response from the young woman would be one of horror, or rejection; to be loved by the unlovable was not something that most people could cope with. And so feelings should be concealed, as she had concealed her feelings from Jaimie – or so she hoped.
“You’re very nice as you are,” he muttered. “Don’t change.”
“He’s one of those men who listens to what you have to say. I always like that. A gentlemen.”
“Of course, you may not be the only one to like him.”
Peace was dull; conflict and violence were exciting.
The artist had painted a road that led off towards the horizon, green fields on either side, hills in the distance, but that stopped short, before it reached any destination. And that, she had been told by the person beside her, was because the artist knew that his life was going to be a short one. He knew.
Her mother, whose face she saw sometimes at night, as if she had never gone away, and who was still there, as we often think of the dead, in the background, like a cloud of love, against which weather we conduct our lives.
“I haven’t told her. I haven’t told her about anything.”
“Is that wise?”
“Probably not. But don’t we often lie to people we love, or not tell them things, precisely because we love them?”
Isabel looked into his eyes for a moment. Yes. He was right.
There would have to be a paper on the moral issues raised by chocolate; the more she thought of it, the richer became the philosophical dimensions of chocolate. It brought akrasia, weakness of the will, into sharp focus. If we know that chocolate is bad for us (and in some respects chocolate is bad for us, in the sense that it makes us put on weight), then how is that we end up eating too much of it? That suggests that our will is weak. But if we eat chocolate, then it must be that we think that it is in our best interests to do so; our will moves us to do what we know we will like. So our will is not weak-it is actually quite strong, and prompts us to do that which we really want to do (to eat chocolate). Chocolate was not simple.
She was not a love-struck girl abandoned by a petulant boyfriend.
There were countless injustices and difficulties in this world, but small points of light too, where the darkness was held back.
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She moved towards the telephone, but stopped. The hopeless admirer would be eager to call the object of her affections. She was not that. She was the independent woman who happened to have a friendship with a young man. She would not behave like some overly eager spinster, desperate for any scrap of contact with the man on whom her affections had settled. She would not telephone him. If he wanted to speak to her, then he would be the one to do the calling. She immediately felt ashamed, it was a thought worthy of a moody, plotting teenager, not of a woman of her age and her experience of life. She closed her eyes for a moment: this was a matter of will, of voluntas. She was not enamoured of Jaimie; she was pleased that he had found a girlfriend. She was in control.
“Chocolate involves major philosophical problems,” she said. “ It shows us a lot about temptation and self-control.” She thought for a moment. There was a lot that one might say about chocolate, if one thought about it. “ Yes,” she concluded,” chocolate is a great test, isn’t it?”.
Isabel imagined what it would be like to give to others the gift of love. Not from oneself – as that may be unwanted – but from those whose love the recipient yearned for. Such a power that would be, she thought. Here my dear, is the girl whom you have admired for so long, and yes, she is yours. And here, for you, is that desirable boy whose eye you have so long tried to catch, in vain; well, try catching it now.
But clichés came from somewhere, and that was why they tended to have a measure of truth in them. If Italy was not romantic, then what country was?
We cannot choose the situations in which we become involved in this life; we are caught up in them whether we like it or not. If one encounters the need of another, because of who one happens to be, or where one happens to find oneself, and one is in a position to help, then one should do so. It was as simple as that.
She was not sure if she would want him to have known; we do not always wish for those for whom we long to know that we long for them, especially if the longing is impossible, or inappropriate. It was so easy, for instance, for a middle-aged man to fall for a young woman because of her beauty, or her litheness, or some such quality, and in most cases the response from the young woman would be one of horror, or rejection; to be loved by the unlovable was not something that most people could cope with. And so feelings should be concealed, as she had concealed her feelings from Jaimie – or so she hoped.
“You’re very nice as you are,” he muttered. “Don’t change.”
“He’s one of those men who listens to what you have to say. I always like that. A gentlemen.”
“Of course, you may not be the only one to like him.”
Peace was dull; conflict and violence were exciting.
The artist had painted a road that led off towards the horizon, green fields on either side, hills in the distance, but that stopped short, before it reached any destination. And that, she had been told by the person beside her, was because the artist knew that his life was going to be a short one. He knew.
Her mother, whose face she saw sometimes at night, as if she had never gone away, and who was still there, as we often think of the dead, in the background, like a cloud of love, against which weather we conduct our lives.
“I haven’t told her. I haven’t told her about anything.”
“Is that wise?”
“Probably not. But don’t we often lie to people we love, or not tell them things, precisely because we love them?”
Isabel looked into his eyes for a moment. Yes. He was right.
There would have to be a paper on the moral issues raised by chocolate; the more she thought of it, the richer became the philosophical dimensions of chocolate. It brought akrasia, weakness of the will, into sharp focus. If we know that chocolate is bad for us (and in some respects chocolate is bad for us, in the sense that it makes us put on weight), then how is that we end up eating too much of it? That suggests that our will is weak. But if we eat chocolate, then it must be that we think that it is in our best interests to do so; our will moves us to do what we know we will like. So our will is not weak-it is actually quite strong, and prompts us to do that which we really want to do (to eat chocolate). Chocolate was not simple.
She was not a love-struck girl abandoned by a petulant boyfriend.
There were countless injustices and difficulties in this world, but small points of light too, where the darkness was held back.
May 2, 2007
(song) Within My Hands (B)
Sometime you’re going trough the motions
Sometime you don’t know what to say
You don’t know what you really have
You don’t know that your my stronger
Until there’s something getting in your way
They can pull you in, they can push you out
Lift you up and they knock you down
Raise your hand better, shout it out
I never know what this is
This is my time to hold the world within my hands
And there is no one here, and I got no fear
This is my time to rise the balls who’re made of sand
Feel I’m getting hearAs it all becomes clear
Everybody is talking ‘bout decisions
But in the end it’s still my choice to make
This time is my compromise
I’m not prepared to think it over
So you better not get in my way
You can suck me in, you can spit me out
I know I’m not gonna back down
Lift my head I can rise above
I never know what the say
This is my time to hold the world within my hands
And there is no one here, and I got no fear
This is my time to rise the balls who’re made of sand
Feel I’m getting hear
As it all becomes clear
I’m gonna fight her, do you see what they you can see
You are a survivor, when they not do what you believe
Will you shake these pants, will they bring you down
Will you stand, or will you fall
Let’s take it higher, you know it’s not impossible
This is my time to hold the world within my hands
And there is no one here, and I got no fear
This is my time to rise the balls who’re made of sand
Feel I’m getting hear
As it all becomes clear
Sometime you don’t know what to say
You don’t know what you really have
You don’t know that your my stronger
Until there’s something getting in your way
They can pull you in, they can push you out
Lift you up and they knock you down
Raise your hand better, shout it out
I never know what this is
This is my time to hold the world within my hands
And there is no one here, and I got no fear
This is my time to rise the balls who’re made of sand
Feel I’m getting hearAs it all becomes clear
Everybody is talking ‘bout decisions
But in the end it’s still my choice to make
This time is my compromise
I’m not prepared to think it over
So you better not get in my way
You can suck me in, you can spit me out
I know I’m not gonna back down
Lift my head I can rise above
I never know what the say
This is my time to hold the world within my hands
And there is no one here, and I got no fear
This is my time to rise the balls who’re made of sand
Feel I’m getting hear
As it all becomes clear
I’m gonna fight her, do you see what they you can see
You are a survivor, when they not do what you believe
Will you shake these pants, will they bring you down
Will you stand, or will you fall
Let’s take it higher, you know it’s not impossible
This is my time to hold the world within my hands
And there is no one here, and I got no fear
This is my time to rise the balls who’re made of sand
Feel I’m getting hear
As it all becomes clear
May 1, 2007
Playboy Mansion
Aankomende zomer is het al weer 2 jaar geleden dat ik mijn lieve Playboy konijntje voor me verjaardag kreeg. Playboy heeft toen al enkele mini verhuizingen meegemaakt.
Van de beneden verdieping, naar de 1e verdieping (voor Mike z'n kamerdeur), naar de 2e verdieping (voor me eigen oude kamertje) tot van tijd tot tijd (tijdens de zomer) in de tuin.
Maar omdat ik zelf weg ging uit Rijswijk en weer back to old Voorburg, verhuisde Playboy ook mee.
Het was in het begin even passen en meten, maar met wat denkwerk van me moeder hebben we Playboy eerst een plekje gegeven in me oude kamertje op de Emmastraat.
Het paste precies bij het voeteneind van me bed! :) Dat kwam mooi uit.
Maar, Playboy is een ochtend konijn.. of juist niet, waar het op neerkomt is dat ze in de vroege ochtend fungeert als wekker. Lees: ze springt dan graag rondje in d'r kooi en probeert zich een weg te knagen door de tralies.
Handig zo'n wekker.. maar deze kan je niet snoozen :)
Maar ik was het toch een beetje zat zo op me kamer, een kooi van 1 bij o,5 meter is toch ook een mooie ruimte voor andere troep :) Rommel :) Mooi plekje om mijn (mini) tv wat dichter bij me bed te zetten :)
Dus.. "Mam, help je even met meedenken?"
We kwamen met het idee om een nieuw baasje te zoeken. Maar, ik wil Playboy ook eigenlijk niet kwijt.. Met wat denkwerk kwamen we op een plekje in onze serre.
Even wat troep en rommel aan de kant van me pa geschoven & ma hielp daarna even met Playboy naar beneden tillen. En tadaaaaaaaaaa :) Playboy has a new mansion :)
What goes on in the serre... stays in the serre :p ;)
Van de beneden verdieping, naar de 1e verdieping (voor Mike z'n kamerdeur), naar de 2e verdieping (voor me eigen oude kamertje) tot van tijd tot tijd (tijdens de zomer) in de tuin.
Maar omdat ik zelf weg ging uit Rijswijk en weer back to old Voorburg, verhuisde Playboy ook mee.
Het was in het begin even passen en meten, maar met wat denkwerk van me moeder hebben we Playboy eerst een plekje gegeven in me oude kamertje op de Emmastraat.
Het paste precies bij het voeteneind van me bed! :) Dat kwam mooi uit.
Maar, Playboy is een ochtend konijn.. of juist niet, waar het op neerkomt is dat ze in de vroege ochtend fungeert als wekker. Lees: ze springt dan graag rondje in d'r kooi en probeert zich een weg te knagen door de tralies.
Handig zo'n wekker.. maar deze kan je niet snoozen :)
Maar ik was het toch een beetje zat zo op me kamer, een kooi van 1 bij o,5 meter is toch ook een mooie ruimte voor andere troep :) Rommel :) Mooi plekje om mijn (mini) tv wat dichter bij me bed te zetten :)
Dus.. "Mam, help je even met meedenken?"
We kwamen met het idee om een nieuw baasje te zoeken. Maar, ik wil Playboy ook eigenlijk niet kwijt.. Met wat denkwerk kwamen we op een plekje in onze serre.
Even wat troep en rommel aan de kant van me pa geschoven & ma hielp daarna even met Playboy naar beneden tillen. En tadaaaaaaaaaa :) Playboy has a new mansion :)
What goes on in the serre... stays in the serre :p ;)
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