One thing I've observed as a teacher is that there are gender differences between how Men and Women deal with errors. I offer no opinion as to whether this is due to nature or nurture, and what I have to say is said using a big broad brush.
When Men make an error, they tend to blame something external. It was the other guy's fault. It was the traffic lights. It was the shoes they're wearing today. I've done it myself.
Women, on the other hand, tend to blame themselves, even if it's not their fault. I can even give you an example using google earth...
My pupil, Helen, came down the road centre top and turned right, following the curve of the building at the bottom of the picture. She then encountered a red light, and stopped. Meanwhile, at the junction behind her, someone misread the filter light, and went straight ahead when they shouldn't have done, and smashed into another vehicle. Big loud bang. Airbags out. Helen turned to me, wide eyed, and asked, "Was that my fault?"
That's pretty typical. It's by no means universal. There are men who will do this, and there are women that will point the finger elsewhere when they make mistakes.
My job, in a sense, is to make people make mistakes. This might sound odd, but while the repetition of stuff people can do is useful for reinforcing the techniques people have learned, once they can do it without thought, it no longer really needs reinforcement. So my job is to challenge my pupils - to put them into situations that they are not totally comfortable with, and which they are sometimes going to get wrong.
Mistakes also lead to a fuller understanding of what you're doing. Instead of just knowing what to do, you also learn how to get back on track when things go wrong. This is vital, because nobody gets it right all the time.
So it's far more important to learn how to get going again after you've stalled, than to try to pretend that you're never, ever going to stall.
What else? Well some thoughts about left wing reactionaries.
Over at Head Heritage, someone posted a post about a Spanish Duchess, who, now in her 80's, has married someone 20 years younger than her. The article linked to was accompanied by a less than flattering picture, and the post generated a whole lot of comments along the lines of "Don't think much of yours, Mate."
It was left to the board's residant tory troll to point out the ugliness of this behaviour.
As you might expect, rather than fess up, some perfectly reasonable people went on the defensive instead. "It's OK to take the piss out of an old woman because she's rich", said one class warrior. "If someone had "I love hitler" tattooed on his face, I shouldn't comment on it then" said another, beautifully proving Godwin's Law. in a lame and incorrect attempt to use reductio ad absurdum to justify his behaviour.
Ultimately, we on the left are trying to make the world a better place. I like many of the people making those comments, and I understand how difficult it can be to say "I was wrong, and I'm sorry", but a better world doesn't mean just redirecting the shit to a different section of society.
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Sunday, 9 October 2011
Friday, 7 October 2011
Back to basics...
I was trying to work out a system of gambling by running a simulation on a computer, rather than spending money in a bookies, but doing it manually was tedious. It was just the sort of thing that a computer could do easily, if only I could find the right program.
But I couldn't, so I wanted to write my own.
But modern computers do everything for you. You can't just dash off an ad hoc program like in days of yore.
Actually I suppose you can, but as ever, I had to be a bit perverse and go about things in an arse over tit manner.
Hence I downloaded first a ZX Spectrum emulator. This was extremely unwieldy. It had to emulate the spectrum's method of assigning commands to individual keys. - Press L to get the command, "LIST" for example.
So I tried a BBC emulator instead. This was much better. It assumed that when you typed "x=1:y=5" that you meant "LET x=1: LET y=5" instead of having to type in the command. It allowed me to just type in what I wanted, rather than constantly have to refer to a table of commands and their PC keyboard equivalents.
It's not perfect. Once a line of code is in place, I can only edit it by typing "EDIT line number" for example, but it's simple enough.
Funny what you remember. It must be 25 years since I used a BBC micro, yet I know what I'm doing (mainly)
Not got the program I want yet, but it's coming.
As you can see, I'm trying different methods, like calling procedures and jumping to different line numbers. Very much a work in progress...
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But I couldn't, so I wanted to write my own.
But modern computers do everything for you. You can't just dash off an ad hoc program like in days of yore.
Actually I suppose you can, but as ever, I had to be a bit perverse and go about things in an arse over tit manner.
Hence I downloaded first a ZX Spectrum emulator. This was extremely unwieldy. It had to emulate the spectrum's method of assigning commands to individual keys. - Press L to get the command, "LIST" for example.
So I tried a BBC emulator instead. This was much better. It assumed that when you typed "x=1:y=5" that you meant "LET x=1: LET y=5" instead of having to type in the command. It allowed me to just type in what I wanted, rather than constantly have to refer to a table of commands and their PC keyboard equivalents.
It's not perfect. Once a line of code is in place, I can only edit it by typing "EDIT line number" for example, but it's simple enough.
Funny what you remember. It must be 25 years since I used a BBC micro, yet I know what I'm doing (mainly)
Not got the program I want yet, but it's coming.
As you can see, I'm trying different methods, like calling procedures and jumping to different line numbers. Very much a work in progress...
driving lessons in Wallasey?
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
black looks
The new look is inadvertant. Blogger now offers some shiny clean new ways of displaying whatever it is you want to share with the world, and I gave it a brief try. Unfortunately, after deciding that shiny and clean don't go with what I have to say, I found I'd lost all my customisations.
No big deal, but I've been busy today. I've not been able to access the internet from my desktop computer, although I have still had my laptop.
When I got home from work, I got the new dongle that arrived today and after a lot of messing about, got back online.
That though, is just the start. I now have to install a load of XP service packs, before any of the applications I want on my computer (anti virus, google earth, etc) can be installed.
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No big deal, but I've been busy today. I've not been able to access the internet from my desktop computer, although I have still had my laptop.
When I got home from work, I got the new dongle that arrived today and after a lot of messing about, got back online.
That though, is just the start. I now have to install a load of XP service packs, before any of the applications I want on my computer (anti virus, google earth, etc) can be installed.
driving lessons in Wallasey?
Sunday, 2 October 2011
That was just a dream...
Flying dreams are rare, at least to me. But now and again, I do get them. Generally they are enjoyable, but there always seems to be an element of uncertainity/fear/menace/doubt attached. Flying dreams can easily turn into falling dreams.
There are different types of flying to be done in a dream. One sort is fast. You swoop. You soar.
One sort is slow. You float, just out of reach, of those below. Movement through the air is made by twisting and angling your body.
And sometimes you're not in control at all.
Once upon a time, I was riding my bicycle down Heath Lane in Willaston. As I came to the hump-backed bridge,
a car came the other way. That it was a Ford Cortina has no obvious meaning.
In desperation, I pulled hard on the handlebars, just as I reached the crest of the bridge, and suddenly...
I was perhaps 50 feet up in the air. There must have been some strength in my dream arms. I bet even Lance Armstrong (must have strong arms with a name like that) couldn't make a bike go 50 foot high off the crest of a bridge.
This was not really a flying dream though. I had no means of remaining aloft. I'd become seperated from my bike, and now I came back down again.
Fortunately, I landed in a bush, so I was OK.
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There are different types of flying to be done in a dream. One sort is fast. You swoop. You soar.
One sort is slow. You float, just out of reach, of those below. Movement through the air is made by twisting and angling your body.
And sometimes you're not in control at all.
Once upon a time, I was riding my bicycle down Heath Lane in Willaston. As I came to the hump-backed bridge,
a car came the other way. That it was a Ford Cortina has no obvious meaning.
In desperation, I pulled hard on the handlebars, just as I reached the crest of the bridge, and suddenly...
I was perhaps 50 feet up in the air. There must have been some strength in my dream arms. I bet even Lance Armstrong (must have strong arms with a name like that) couldn't make a bike go 50 foot high off the crest of a bridge.
This was not really a flying dream though. I had no means of remaining aloft. I'd become seperated from my bike, and now I came back down again.
Fortunately, I landed in a bush, so I was OK.
driving lessons in Wallasey?
Saturday, 1 October 2011
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