Failing Forward

Failures, repeated failures, are finger posts on the road to achievement. One fails forward toward success.  - C.S. Lewis Four years ago I decided to show what we know in the information technology focused computer engineering course I teach at Centre Wellington DHS.  The Skills Canada I.T. and Networking Administration contest seemed…

Zazzle Madness

Beware the Zazzle, it's addictive!  After I started monkeying around with t-shirt designs I couldn't stop.I wanted to make a 'cars suck' shirt similar to the one I saw at the IndyGP.  After a few attempts I had a nice design that said what the shirt at Indy said, but…

Motorcycle Photography & Art

I usually toss anything graphically motorbike related that I find onto pinterest.  Here is some motorbike bike art recently found mostly as is (but some photoshopped): The photography in Performance Bike Magazine's recent article on the Kawasaki H2 on the Isle of Mann was fantastic.  After a bit of photoshop…

A word about educational how-to videos

In the tragically depopulated videos suggesting how personalized assessment is to be done, cheerful teachers in half empty, quiet, ordered classrooms dealing with compliant, earnest, hard working children one on one, take a great deal of time reviewing their work in meaningful, specific ways. This is something I often see…

Vehicle Branding

I sold the Yamaha XS1100 yesterday.  With the Concours on life support I haven't had the wrenching time to work on the Yam, so I put it up for sale to make room in an otherwise overcrowded garage full of old Japanese bikes that aren't running. The Mid-Night Edition Yamaha…

The Third Way

I was at Skills Canada's National Competition in New Brunswick last weekend and had a rainy Sunday morning in Moncton to listen to Michael Enright on the Sunday Edition on CBC radio.  His piece on bicycles versus cars stressed the enormous gap between coddled, cocky cagers and the noble, spiritually…

Motorbike Aesthetics

  I can remember being about six or seven and playing in my grandparent's yard in Sheringham.  Suddenly there was a rough, mechanical roar coming from the road.  I walked over to the fence, climbed up and watched in amazement as a stream of vintage vehicles rolled by, everything from…