I have consulted the mystic books of
knowledge and steeped in their lore I feel that I am about 20% confident about linking
the IPod to the Tom-Tom GPS via the USB port in the dash.
For how many years has the latter part of
that sentence been comprehensible?
Probably not more than a decade, but that does mean that most of the
kids that I teach have never been aware of a world without them. What I regard as new technology they accept
as complete normality.
My father used to say that my grandmother
on my mother’s side had lived through a period of time which brought in the
modern age: she lived to see the development of the motorcar as a normal means
of transport and the start of the space age.
She saw the introduction of television and its development into colour
sets. She lived through the revolution
that came with the development of the transistor. She saw flight as essential rather than
exceptional. And so on. She lived from Victoria to Elizabeth II and
her world changed radically.
But having been born in the middle of the
twentieth century I think more of my world has changed than the equivalent in
my grandmother’s time.
My father was much taken by a “sculpture”
made by one of his colleagues which was a construction with a base of shattered
glass valves set in plaster and painted black with a gleaming silvery
transistor stretching upwards on spindly wire legs from the broken technology
of the past. How quaint that now seems
in a world of microprocessors.
I am fond of saying (no doubt inaccurately,
but who cares) that there is more storage on my mobile phone than there was in
all the computers in the world when I was a small child. And the kids never fail to smile with the
superior condescending indulgence that they do so well, when I tell them –
truthfully – that the memory of my first computer was 28K. In fact this present from Clarrie which made
me deliriously happy in spite of the fact that I could do virtually nothing
with the machine had only 1kB of on board memory; I have just looked it up and
seeing the machine again made my memory lurch!
It seems like an ancient artefact and indeed it is, as its name suggests
from 1981 – over thirty years ago.
I am typing all this on a MacBook Air. Thirty years seems like a very short time to
go from the ZX 81 to what I am using at present – and how much of our lives
have changed in the same way. At least
for those of us “lucky” enough to live in the so-called First World with ready
access to the latest developments in society, technology and social networking.
All of the preceding is of course yet
another example of displacement activity as I should be proving that I am a
worthy recipient of all this technology by actually making an effort to get it
all working and linking the IPod to the GPS in reality rather than speculating
about the social trends in writing!
Well, that didn’t work. I’m not sure why. The music from the IPod plays through the car
stereo system but the information about the tracks does not appear on the
screen. Probably you have to buy some
highly expensive lead to get the final bit of the acoustic puzzle into
place! Which I am not going to do.
Lunch was from our usual place but the
quality today was awful: the chicken dry; the chips far too greasy and hard;
the salad unimpressive and the croquets tasting “funny” according to Toni. The only satisfactory part of the meal was
the aioli – even the wine tasted odd. A
meal best forgotten.
The entire population of Barcelona appears
to be in our town at the moment and we are getting the first taste of the awful
parking that we can expect for the rest of the season. On the positive side (and believe you me you
have to look carefully to find the positive in the summer months) I suppose
that the new car is at its best in these stop/start situations. At slow speeds the car works on the electric
battery and when I stop, everything stops – except the radio which is being
powered by the charged battery. Quite
economical and carbon dioxide lite!
Probably.
For the first time this year I have had a “proper”
sunbathe lying out on the terrace on the Third Floor. There is still a little wind, but the weather
is glorious and the crowded beaches at the bottom of the road would indicate!
Tomorrow sees the start of, wait for it, an
Examination Week. Another Examination
Week! To go with all the other
Examination Weeks that make up the normal day to day existence of the
institution in which I teach!
The meeting on Saturday (!) and some of the
discussion in it was aspiring to a form of education in the school which is
impossible given the tyranny of the examination system that they willingly
encourage. But logical joined up
thinking has never been the forte of the educational establishment anywhere,
and certainly not here in Spain.
So the beginning of the week will be spent
looking at past papers and wondering if you have completed all the work
necessary for the kids to have a good stab at the mindless questions that they
are going to be asked to complete.
We are working, or more accurately
stumbling our way towards our long weekend which is at the end of next week and
then another two weeks before we finally get to the Easter holiday.
This term has been truly interminable with
no real lighter spots to leaven the blank depression of day succeeding day only
interspersed with examination preparation, setting and marking. That is, of course, a lie. There have been lots of good moments since
January – but remembering them now is contrary to the justifiable feelings of
resentment that a long term engenders!
Still, in spite of everything, time is
ticking onwards and each second brings release nearer.
I am already “planning” the summer and have
decided to join the Olympic Canal club (as long as it is not too ruinously
expensive) and do a little light rowing.
I rather enjoyed going down to Roath Park from time to time and messing
about and I would like to do the same nearer home.
I have other things in mind that I would to
hand. But I need the comfort of a
holiday to work out the details.
It’s better than marking.
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