I do love to geotag the photographs that I take. But what to do with all that data once entered? iMapFlickr is a neat-o site that takes my geotagged photos (say, like the ones I took on Heather and I’s honeymoon) and places them in a google map. Brilliant part? You can embed the ensuing maps in all kinds of places, including a blog posting.
So I offer you, without further explanation, our geotagged honeymoon:
Bombshell, eh? It’s not that I’ve never strapped skates on, it’s just the last time I did so, I was in Grade 8. By my calculations, that was nineteen years ago. We had a neighbourhood skating rink when I was growing up in Guelph, and I would go to skate when I was a kid. But I distinctly remember stopping by plowing full-bore into the snowbanks that surrounded the rink. Saying I could skate would be like saying PopoZão is a subtle pop masterpiece.
Given the Canadian cultural identity surrounding ice skating (in full view this fall with the CBC mash-up hit Ice Capades Battle of the Blades), its something that I don’t really advertise. I feel like any white Canadian boy who was born in the late 20th century has the common experience of playing hockey. Me? Not so much. I don’t think I’ve ever played a proper road or ice hockey game. I can count on one hand how many NHL games I’ve seen from start to finish. Wayne Gretzky means more to me as being born in the same city than as The Great One. Icing is something on a cake, not a rule of the game. I don’t know what the lines on a hockey rink mean. I don’t care if a loonie was melted into centre ice at the Salt Lake City Olympics. You’re getting my point.
I’m in the last throws of packing for a month away, directing the Camp Arowhon Outdoor Centre. It’s one of the many hats that I wear in addition to being a PhD student. I started working for Camp Arowhon in 1998, so my return marks a decade! Ollie’s coming up for the month, so I’m quite pleased with that (he should be too–an endless supply of tennis balls and a lake at his disposal). Heather is still in classes, so she’s stuck in the city. Which, well, sucks. It would be nice to have her with me and the dog!
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I’ve known about the idea of multiple intelligences for a while. The idea being that we all learn in different ways isn’t that new and you might be familiar with the learning by seeing, hearing or doing. Howard Gardner expanded on these three and over the course of years, delineated eight distinct intelligences. Here’s a quick explanation of the differences between the eight.
I took a quiz on-line (different than on-line quizzes) the results of which I’ve summarized below:
I don’t find it surprising that my highest score was the Naturalistic intelligence given my personal and academic interest in the more-than-human world. What is interesting are the listed skills or traits of a naturalistic intelligence that are echoed in my own experience:
noticing things in the environment that others miss