Education Week 2005

Education Week Message

I spent part of the weekend at Rosehill racecourse and came home a bit richer on the day. All with not a horse in sight, apart from the odd happy snap of polo ponies at the occasional neighbouring stand. Along with a number of Secondary and Primary Principals I spent time representing our schools at the DET display at Education Expo held at Rosehill Gardens this weekend.  The stand was well positioned and had a forward looking “look,” a look commented on positively by a number of the display visitors.

Part of the richness also came from spending time deliberately focusing on the good that we do, and the good that we can do.  I know that you will all, this week in particular, be trying to showcase the good that your school does, in the best way possible: the demonstration of the joy that children have taken in their learning. We can never forget the look on the face of a child who displays work to a close adult who cares, and who obviously looks like they are comfortable relating to the teacher: as a professional educator and, also, as a significant caring adult within the same child’s life.  The desired outcome is, after all, similarly shared. Most of us want our schools to be places where children are happy, where teachers care and, where children learn. (more…)

Postcard from a place #3

Wongo Creek 

The greyness of the gum, or, was it white ?  Like horses.  Why is it that white horses are called greys ? 

And, in the beginning of the story there is a hint of the middle and the end.  A rush of curiosity and an inability to settle for just accepting..a need to find out know, and then, knowing, to want to know why ! 

The greyness of the gum stood stark on the hillside where it rose gently up toward the grain shed.  Pink and grey galahs would roost in the top branches, gymnastic and abrasive all at once, swinging loudly from the electricity wires which ran overhead.  Salt bush plants dotted the gentle hillside at its base, providing a hurdling track for a little boy, racing homeward after locking up the calf for the night, clearing the bushes with one leg stretched in front, and one leg tucked up, just like the pictures of champion hurdlers. (more…)

Looking from the inside out


No matter how hard we might try, we can never really see the world from the perspective of someone else.

All of us see the world by looking from the inside out.


a gemini poem

before I was born
i used to play with my twin
together we’d wander through mirrors
seeing ourselves as others saw us
in knowing that we shared the view
then birth separated us
left to wander alone seeking a positive reflection

Creative Writing – Poetry Summer School – East Sydney Technical College – Jan 1970 – 15 years old. Scholarship from Tamworth Arts Council. Tutors: Rodney Hall and Norman Talbot

Memories from 2004


No, not a lurid story for DIE, but the acronyms of three virtual communities online within Australia and the USA.

Meet the e-generation: a generation unlike others, linked not to a particular age cohort, but rather to the simple uniting forces of an overwhelming curiosity and the strong human need for love and belonging.  The e-generation is any age, and anywhere.

The e-generation, inextricably linked to internet technologies, have replaced the baby boomer linear relay model of life with a new paradigm: the world wide web. For the e-generation there’s a range of possible routes to get to a destination and an horizon of possibility disappearing into the distance. (more…)

Postcard from a place #2

A message to a US school leaders’ blog

Greetings from Australia

Greetings from Australia!!  Many thanks to Scott McLeod for the invitation to post to this blog.  We had an Australian writer who spoke of “The tyranny of distance.”  Now, over a decade into a fully graphic web history, I have the opportunity to participate in global conversations, and, for anyone in any doubt about the pervasiveness of the internet, our Prime Minister, at 68 years of age, has taken to making announcements via YouTube, following the CNN experiment with your candidate hopefuls recently.

Global conversations like this provide a look at some interesting dichotomies between macro and micro cultures.  Contrast the strength of culture of a rural village: a history of centuries and practices unchanging; with the global internet vernacular, with its set of common protocols and entrée to a rapidly shifting world.  There is much within our culture here in Australia which has been borrowed from yours.  (more…)

Postcard from a place #1

Down on the beach, as the last of the sun’s goldenness bathes the tops of the pines, two men exchange wisdom and words of great import: gesturing beside their fishing rods which stand as sentinels against the discovery of their real purpose.  Behind them, the bay is flat: mirrorlike.  Kurnell now glows in the distance.  White refinery tanks turn toward gold, and it’s hard to see just how much more ugly a de-salination  plant might make it. I wonder how Cook could have been so wrong about the usefulness of Botany Bay?  What month was he here?  We should google that.    Enter stream of consciousness mode:  Because, Phillip arrived here in summer: mid January 1788.  The nor easter would have been ripping across Botany Bay most of the day.  Maybe Cook was here at a gentler time of year.  Would be good to find out.  It seems inconsistent with Cook’s general reputation for accuracy that he would have overstated the facility of Botany Bay to the extent that Phillip would have found it very unsuitable for settlement.  (more…)