The end is in sight!

There is a sort of delight of staying in bed until 9 am on a Friday morning, knowing that you have had a lie-in of two and a half hours!  It is a case of making the most of it until Monday when reality and getting up at 6.30 am hits.

I have used the holiday to finish off reading “The Ascent of Money” which is a book that has the pace of a novel rather than a dry academic economic textbook.  Well worth a read.

My copy of the BBC Music Magazine (which is as avidly read as my weekly copy of The Week) has prompted me to splash out on a new radio via Amazon thanks to an article in the magazine.  For a long time I have been looking for a portable Internet radio and failing to find one which is satisfactory.  The last attempt seemed to produce something that looked on the surface to be ideal, but when I tried it out it was a total failure.

 

I have now sent for a Pure One Flow radio and battery pack that should (should) make it fully portable and still give me access to my audio drug of choice, Radio 4.  From my experience the real problem comes when a radio maker tells you that “setting up is simplicity itself.”  I will reserve judgement until the machine arrives and then rely on the much-vaunted Amazon promise of easy return of goods that do not do what they should do!

Concern about something as trivial as an internet radio seems almost indecent when the BBC is broadcasting horrific pictures of the earthquake and tsunami which have hit Japan.

The force of the tsunami crumpling cars and houses in its path was startling and of course with the numbers of people who have cameras in their mobile phones we are given dramatic pictures of every stage of the disaster.  Admittedly the quality of the images is sometimes awful but there is a sense of immediacy that makes it difficult not to be moved by what is occurring.

After having read “The Ascent of Money” one also can’t help wondering what effect the disaster is going to have on the world financial situation.  As Japan is the third largest economy in the world anything that limits its normal business is going to have a knock-on effect on the whole of the financial system. 

Of course in the perverse way that our monetary system works this is going to be bonus time for a number of entrepreneurs including those in markets who make money when investments go down as well as up!

Whatever happens I hold out no lively hopes for a boost to my savings where every cough in the financial world seems to need my money to buy ever more expensive handkerchiefs!

A good short week!

Day 2 and Day 3 of easy driving conditions on the way to school and easy parking etcetera, etcetera.

The mornings have been taken up with extended meetings about our participation in the mock United Nations to be held in Lisbon.

Although it is a good idea the whole process is being foisted on us and there will not be sufficient time for the process of preparing the students to be completed properly.

I don’t know if it is truly depressing or vaguely funny to find out that the attitude of innovation in education is the same the world over: an idea forced through with inadequate thought about the consequences and the practicalities.

 

We, however, will make the thing work – as usual.  This of course justifies the attitude of management and encourages them to continue in the age-old way of setting unrealistic targets and being unsurprised when they are met.  C’est la vie!

I could get used to a form of teaching that is spread over Tuesday to Thursday, is only half a day at a time and doesn’t involve any students!  Alas, Monday will arrive all too soon and we will be back to the old routine!

As is usual at Easter we have now had the threats of strike action in the airports.  These threats are as traditional as bullfighting and just as odious.  I hope that their action will not adversely affect the flight that I have planned to Gran Canaria.

 

My book on Mozart has finally arrived: “The Compleat (sic.)  Mozart” edited by Neal Zaslaw with William Cowdery.  This does appear to do what it says on the box, and all the works of Mozart are listed with their K numbers.  But the K numbers are not quite as simple as I thought that they were.  My simple idea was to look through the book and read in a sort of desultory fashion and then, when something took my fancy I could find it with commensurate ease by merely putting the K number into i-tunes and then listening to the music.

Fond hope.

To test this system I used the book to find the K number for the irritatingly competent music that Mozart wrote when he was an eight year-old child visiting London and living in Chelsea.  I found the music eventually - and not from the General Index – in the unfashionable end of Solo Keyboard Music section, listed as,  15a-ss 44 Untitled Pieces, “London (Chelsea) Notebook,” ( Anh 109b).  Simple indeed!

 

The version I have is played on piano, which my book describes as “unimpressive on the modern piano, but present an entirely normal texture for mid-eighteenth-century harpsichord music.”  Now that is the sort of casual comment one would like to throw into a conversation!

The book goes on to say that some of the pieces “contain intervals not playable on the keyboard, suggesting that the little boy obviously heard this music in his mind as orchestral music.”  In a previous age, when I used to listen to music on LPs I got to know this music in an augmented version which, as I recall boasted that it was a “first” recording of the fabricated “orchestral” version.  I will have to look out for the transfer to CD or a more recent recording.

I managed to get out of school at a reasonable time today and we went, as we have gone throughout the week, to lunch in Castelldefels.  We tried to go to a small bar where we have had reasonable food in the past, but they only served tapas and no menu del dia.  We decided to branch out and visit a restaurant which has not been into before: Els Torres, Pintor Serrasanta, 15 in Castelldefels.

While Toni was reading the menu outside, I had already gone in and asked for a table.  Where, I asked myself, is the menu del dia which has failed to appeal to me!

When I finally got to look at the menu the only discordant element was the fact that the drinks included in the menu were a glass or beer, a soft drink or a glass (!) of wine.  IN this part of the world only to provide a glass of wine seems stingy.  And indeed, in the event, a newly opened bottle of red wine was placed on the table.  That’s what I call civilization!

I ordered, as is traditional on a Thursday, a paella – this one having ceps (mushrooms) as the key ingredient.  Toni ordered the Spanish version of Russian Salad which comes without beetroot.

As they cooked my paella from fresh there was a delay which was filled with two tapas one of which, patatas aioli was in marked contrast with the anaemic dish of the same name that we were served with in Sitges last weekend.

Toni’s Russian Salad, which came first, was delicious and the best that I have tasted in Spain, it was the sort of dish that sets a mark for the others to reach!

My paella looked and tasted much more like a risotto and was a tad salty for my taste, but it was delicious and the subtle flavours grew in intensity as the meal progressed.  A superb first course.

We had the same for the second course: butifarra de Lleida which was served with chips and pimentos de padron – another excellent course.

My sweet was turron ice cream which was better than the last one that I had and showed quality.

Els Torres, based on the meal we had today, is a restaurant I recommend without qualification.  The only negative point that I could make is that the lighting inside the restaurant is subdued so subdued that we actually thought the place was closed!  The service was friendly and efficient and the cost was €12.50 per person.  Excellent value.

I have now got into the swing of “The Ascent of Money” by Niall Ferguson and am thoroughly enjoying it and the book should be finished during this extended weekend.

Joy!

A cheerfully fractured week starts

If going to school can be designated “delightful” (which of course it can’t) then the journey this morning could well merit such an adjective.  Traffic was still heavy, but nothing like a normal Monday morning.  Obviously people have taken the Winter Week (or White Week, or Ski Week, or Fiasco Week) to their hearts and kept off the roads.

Parking was a dream.  The staff room was empty.  The head of department called away to another meeting and left the remnant of her department to do as they would.

With one of my colleagues we mapped out the next tranche of work for our problematic 3ESO who are going to be hysterical when they see what we expect them to learn for their next examination.  Please excuse me as a hide a wry smile.

 

Most of the morning was taken up with the art teacher as we finally put together the booklet that is going to be the new basis for our Making Sense of Modern Art or MSOA as we have rather trendily decided to designate it, taking our inspiration from MOMA in New York.  There are indeed no shallows in our pretention!

After all the effort to produce this booklet with running headings and page numbers and all sorts of professional details by doing it in Publisher we were reduced this morning to photocopy/cut/paste – a technique in which I excel.

I started to explain the mysteries of pagination and photocopying the final mock up, but the excitement of production had to be delayed as I suddenly realized that it was already five minutes past the magic hour at which we could leave.

And then there was a problem.

Yesterday was a precious day off and I used a different coat when we went to Sitges and I wore a different pair of jeans and what I am trying to say is that I was not fully prepared when I went to school this morning.

I had my trust case with me and The Machine but not everything.

Ever since The Great Separation my school keys have been on a different key ring to house and car keys.  This is a good thing, as the Combined Keys needed their own form of transportation because of their number and weight.  It does however mean that I can get to school with no problem having left my school keys behind.

As I did today.

Normally this is an irritation, but today it was a problem.

There were so few members of staff actually in school that spare keys were not to be had at a moments notice.  And the metal exit door from Building 4 was locked.  By the time that I had realized that I would not be able to get out, everyone had gone to lunch.

 

I could not face the humiliation of getting someone out of lunch to let me out so I walked to the other end of the campus and hoped that someone was in the other office to facilitate my egress.  In fact, huffing and puffing as I had said that I would meet Toni for lunch, I found the top gate open, which makes me wonder that possibly the other gate might have been open too.

Anyway, rushing down the virtually vertical road which skirts the site I got into the car and found the return journey almost as painless at the journey to.

Rushing back home is not a good thing at any time, as we know that “Speed Kills” but in Spain at the moment there is the additional horror of a change in the speed limit.

At vast cost the local authority built a series of highly expensive gantries over the motorway with large illuminated signs that can change the speed limit at the whimsical push of a button; the power of the lights overriding any other static signs that might be in the vicinity.

The situation is further complicated by the fact that for the last couple of years roads near the city of Barcelona have been subject to a limit of 80kph.  This was imposed because of the pollution in Barcelona and was a policy of the last government in the area.  With a change of government came a change of opinion about the worth of this speed limit and we were informed that the old limit of 120kph would be restored.

And so it was for a short period of time, although the coast road seemed to have signs static and illuminated which changed every few hundred metres or so.

Then the national government decided that the national speed limit should be 110kps, so all signs (including the newly restored 120kph) had to be replaced by new ones.

 

The government informed us that not only should be ignore any signs that might indicate that a speed of 120kph was legal, but that also anyone going at the speed on the sign would be signally fined.

Were I sad enough I would count up the number of times the speed limit changes on my way to school; suffice to say it is legion.

But now important things: Barça is playing the Gunners to decide which team advances further in the Champions Cup and they are two one down.  At least Barça are at home.  To those who might say that I should be supporting a “British” team, I would ask where the British players in the team are!  What is most disturbing is that I am aware of how many Catalan players there are in Barça and I also know that one, solitary Brit has taken to the field for the Gunners.  Shame!

I look forward to a satisfactory result and a clear journey to school tomorrow.

Always the sun!

When not lying prone on the Third Floor I have been revisiting the audio past.

The sun has been relatively well behaved today and allowed (sheltered) exposure to its rays.  I was only tempted away by the offer of lunch in Sitges.  Lunch was unimpressive but there was a moment of temptation.

At the corner of the square with the old church there is a small gallery with paintings, sculptures and drawings by somebody whose name I carefully omitted to discover.

The artist seems to have a predilection for horses and well-rounded women.  The painting I saw was of horses.  Sketchy and almost monochromatic.  But I liked it.  The only problem was it was €500 and unframed too.  But I liked it.  It will remain a nagging little desire at the back of my mind.

The forefront of my mind is taken up with thinking of a poem for my Aunt Bet to read at her funeral.  Given her knowledge of poetry in English I could choose virtually any one of the more famous poems and be sure that not only would she have liked it, but also that she would have been able to recite it from her formidable memory!

As my cousins are not going to have a religious service I will have to fit in with the tone that they use in their writing.  My personal favourite is John Donne’s “Death be not proud” but that might be a little heavy for a service that is going to have Glenn Miller and Moon River as the music! 

I had thought of “Warning” by Jenny Joseph where the light tone and the praise of unconventionality could fit with my aunt but people might wonder why on earth it had been chosen.  I think that Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” might be more appropriate.

Meanwhile the music in the background is the wildly inappropriate Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band on a disc which includes the two classics, “I’m the urban Spaceman” and the Introduction to a music piece that never happens.  God knows the last time I listened to that!  It’s the sort of disc where you have to say it’s a work of genius or an absolute load of rubbish.  Like Monty Python easy flowing imagination veers from inspiration to insipid and you have to take the greatness where you can find it.

The other music from the past has been Rattle’s interpretation of The Planets with the CBSO.  I was loath to listen to the music because I have heard it so often, but there was a lot to listen to in this version.  Some of the tempi were not quite what I would have expected and the texture in the orchestration were given different emphasises to those that I expected.  It was a re-reading which made me listen anew and gave the music a freshness that I didn’t expect.

I am now more inclined to listen with a freer attitude to the Elgar variations and The Dream of Gerontious: I hope he has been inventive with these as well!

My single day holiday is almost over and there is school tomorrow.  But school with a difference: only 9-1 and no kids.  There is, however a special course to integrate Project Based Learning and the Model United Nations on which a group of us is going to spend some six hours working out how to produce a “project” to enable some students to go to the General Assembly in Lisbon in November of the next academic year.

I am not sure that what is needed to make this a success can actually be achieved during lesson time – and I am fundamentally disinclined to offer any extra time; certainly not on my timetable and salary!  But I mustn’t (as I already have) pre-judge what is involved; it is going to be interesting, especially given the group of people who are scheduled to be together for these six hours.  I am prepared to bet that there will only be a core of people who are there for the whole time!

“The Ascent of Money” is proving to be more interesting and easier to read as I continue, I am also finding an overlap between some of the content of “1000 years of Annoying the French” – The Mississippi Bubble and Mr Law feature prominently in both!

Half day tomorrow!

That's what I call a holiday!

First of all Sundays are not classified as official holidays, they are after all a part of the weekend, but if the following Monday is a non-school day then the Sunday becomes an official day off as well, counting as a quasi-holiday!

Today has been a notable day in the year; today, for the first time this year, I lay out on the third floor in a bathing costume and used sun tan spray!  I am also wearing shorts rather than trousers.

I have to admit that now that it is the evening, my knees are cold!  But for me the “summer” has begun.

I have finished “1000 Years of Annoying the French” and heartily recommend it to all and sundry: an entertaining and informative read!

I am now well into “The Ascent of Money” by Ferguson.  This is not as light a read as “1000 Years of Annoying the French” but it does promise to add further layers of understanding about the “magic” power of money-

The book takes an historical approach and promises to lead me by the hand into the murky areas of international finance.

So far so good, but there is much to understand and I hope that there will be a generous sprinkling of anecdotes and interesting historical facts to keep me going.

Talking of keeping me going I am still waiting for my book on the music of Mozart.  I am hoping to use this volume to give myself some pointers to make my way through the more obscure parts of his oeuvre.  But where is the bloody book!  I fear that it has gone astray as I was informed that it was on its way a number of days ago.  I suppose I ought to keep the faith and perhaps it will arrive tomorrow!

There is also my phone book: the seemingly interminable whimsicality of an extended short story that I am determined to finish and find out who wrote the damn thing.

But, sun allowing, the history of finance tomorrow.

Retention and Release!

I am filled with dread and foreboding.

This is the common reaction of a teacher who starts the day knowing that he is going to be in his place of employment for an inordinate amount of time over and above the hours of normal employment.

In my case (can I over state it!) it is a “not only, but also” scenario: not only will I be stuck here during a period which it is my right to take off, but also I will be here for a meeting on a Friday evening.

I know that I might have mentioned this before, casually, in passing, but I think it will take repetition.

And now that I have got that canker of injustice out of my system (at least until the bloody meeting starts) I can face the rest of the day with something approaching cold fury.

The unaccustomed rain continued throughout the night accompanied by thunder that was positively operatic in its duration and sonority.

Today has dawned with the full fervour of a “red sky in the morning” giving a glimpse of our erstwhile elusive star that only serves to emphasise, cf. common superstition, that the day will degenerate into continued dampness.  A dampness which will add to the gaiety of nations as we sit glumly in the rain while ragamuffin students cavort among us with a semblance of frivolity in our beggared version of Carnival, just before the start of the meeting.

But: begone dull thoughts!  It’s five past eight and the sun is still shining!

I have so far capitulated to the kids that I am preparing to show un-improving films to young minds.  Sometimes my own personal survival is more important than the moral imperative to improve the minds of the customers!

The sun continues to shine and outface the Cassandras who bewailed the blue and white smudges on the weather maps last night.  Such sunshine is wasted at the moment; it will only be of importance in the afternoon when I have to go out and sit grumpily next to a table and monitor the kids as they “enjoy” themselves in Carnival – all the while thinking that my Carnival will end with a meeting.  And then a bottle of Cava.  Obviously.

My body thinks that we are coming up to a holiday because I feel that incipient discomfort which comes as a prelude to a cough or a cold: a certain thickness at the back of the nose and a roughness in the throat.  This would be par for the course where there to be a real holiday and, as a teacher, succumb to illness at the start thereof.  But I hardly think that a long weekend counts!

The sunshine is becoming more and more forced, as the time for it to be at its strongest gets nearer.  Indeed . . .

Time, as they say has passed since I wrote the last paragraph.

The meeting has come and gone.  Eventually.  The sight of so-called professionals laughing, chatting and joking in a meeting that was progressing further and further into Friday (Friday) evening is a memory that will live in infamy.  What part of “the start of the weekend” do some of my colleagues find difficult to understand!

So when I finally left in the evening, almost twelve hours after I had arrived that morning, I was not a happy bunny – but I kept my mind focussed on the cooling bottle of Cava that I had placed in the fridge a good deal earlier than twelve hours before.  So to speak.

Which is why I did not post the last episode in this continuing saga yesterday.

Today, Saturday, the threatened poor weather has not materialized and the sunshine has been encouraging.

What is appears to have been encouraging is the pack of dogs by which we are surrounded to give voice to their joy at the climatic conditions.  If I were not living in the midst of the noisy cacophony I might find amusing the howls, barks, yelps, screams, yips, yaps and unearthly baying that assail our ears on a daily basis.  But I do and I don’t.

After giving it some thought I have come to the following conclusions.

I understand that dogs will be dogs: they bark.  I do not have a problem with them.  It is the owners who deserve censure.  The inconsiderate idiots who, finding their own human relationships inadequate or non-existent need non-human companionship to compensate for their human failings.

My suggestion would be that all dog owners should be locked in their homes with their dogs and then the owners should have their legs broken.  The owners would then gradually disappear in the growing mountain of dog shit that they fail to clear up when they take their noise machines to the public toilets, or pavements as we more usually call them.

For a dog person like myself, it has taken but two short years of living in Catalonia to cure me of what I now recognize to be a self-deluding Romantic version of Man’s best friend.

My comments do not extend to yellow Labrador bitches of course, which remain outside and untouched by my dismissive screed!

Talking of pet hates (!) I am now well into “1000 Years of Annoying the French” and it is turning into a gripping historical read.  I am not always convinced by the historical shorthand which informs some of the more amusing statements; but it is packed with casual points of information which add highlights to a reasonable background of passing acquaintanceship with history.

The book reads more like an episodic novel than a work of academic research, but if anyone expected than from the title then they are delusional.  Though I have to say that the bits that I have checked out because of their basic implausibility seem to be based on fact.

As I am getting through the book with some speed, I expect to be able to start on the Nial Ferguson tomorrow.

What is a holiday weekend without reading!

Where is the sun?

Unrelenting wetness.

It has been raining or threatening to rain for an unconscionable length of time now and I am fed up with it.  It rained last night; it rained for most of the day, and it threatens to rain tomorrow.

This is a bad thing.

Quite apart from the fact that I thought that I had some sort of arrangement with god that it would rain on the Pyrenees and not, emphatically not where I live!

 

The poor weather is bad news for the “Carnival” which should take place tomorrow afternoon in our school.  This comprises the pupils dressed in an unconvincing variety of costumes wandering about from place to place in the playground participating in a variety of educationally improving activities for House Points.

And this on my “short” afternoon when I should have the last afternoon off for my early starts this week.  Unfortunately I will be working later than usual and going to a meeting.  I feel that I cannot emphasise enough the humanitarian disaster that having a meeting after school on a Friday actually is.  This is so far from what would be tolerated in any school in the country of my birth that it would be comical were it not that I have to go to the meeting.

The long weekend that follows it is hardly compensation for the lack of professional respect that would follow my ex-colleagues finding out that I had so far swallowed my vocational pride as to go to an end of week gathering to discuss mere pupil progress!

Fiasco Week starts on Monday with the pupils dispersed to all points of the compass and we precious few left to hold the fort in Barcelona and work 9-1. There is still no timetable for what we are going to do during this week and I fear for the worst!  Things have been put off, left to be done “during the week” - and that means that things are going to be allocated on an ad hoc basis.  In the stumbling way of things, it probably means that everything will get done - but with the maximum amount of stress.

I think the next week is going to be frustrating – and the Easter holidays still seems a very long way off!

Aunt Bet is dead.

It seems incredible that such a vital spark should be extinguished.  The world is lesser without her.

It is difficult to choose a particular memory that sums her up; she was too various a character to be tied down to a single experience or response.

Was it her carrying a small sign on trains which she would use if she found the people by whom she was surrounded too boring to talk to, “I am sorry, but I am deaf”; her letter writing which if collected would fill many volumes; her travel - where even the most innocuous of journeys would take on epic proportions when she described them; her omnivorous, rapacious, insatiable reading; her phenomenal memory; her sparkling vivacity; her generosity and, above all, her conversation.  It was and is all of these and more, much more.

How can I forget taking my Aunt Bet to my Great Aunt Gwen’s funeral?  We talked constantly from Gloucester to Hove and all the way back again.  Conversation was life blood for Aunt Bet and her experience and maturity made it vital and engaging.

I shall miss her.  Very much.

But a full life like hers deserves to be celebrated, and sadness, though understandable must be tempered by appreciation.

Toni’s response (incredibly but aptly) on hearing the news was, “You must buy a book!”  If ever there was a clearer example of pushing at an open door than this then I have never heard of it.  The choice in our local bookshops was not as wide as I would have liked but I eventually decided on “1001 Días que cambiaron el mundo” which has just that right mix of variety linked to a dilettante shortness of individual entries that keeps me interested, especially when the language used is not my native tongue! 

 

I have started a tradition that I will enthusiastically keep up for the rest of my life, buying “Betty’s Book” on the 2^nd of March each year!

Term is stumbling along to the stutter that is Fiasco Week.  We have a meeting on Friday after school (!) then we are off for a long weekend while other colleagues take pupils to all points of the compass, up to and including Wales!

I look forward to the opportunity to get a space to begin reading Betty’s Book.

I long for long weekends

Montserrat was particularly clear as I proceeded on my way up the Ronda de Dalt towards the school.  I am sure that I should be able to work out some prognostication for the weather from the clarity with which I could see the bizarre corrugations of the mountain range so dear to the hearts of Catalans, but I can’t.  It either means that the pollution is at unusually low levels or alternatively that pollution has become more cunning and is hiding its poison in transparency.

In face, looking out of the staff room window in Building 1 I can see that a gauzy pall has descended on the city and the sun is more hazy than it was on the journey in.

I count all of this as a positive, as the weather forecast was less than inspiring for this week and, although it is markedly colder than it was last, at least it is not raining – so I am (relatively) happy.

My last batch of marking is due to be completed this morning and the computer is primed and ready to take in and process the raw marks that I get.  I have the marking key at hand.  I can do no more until I get the papers themselves.

The examinations finish today, but lessons with classes go on until the end of the week.  With some of the groups this is their last times with a particular teacher as everything changes for the next term; except the change occurs in March and the term ends in April.  This is another of the courtesy details of life in the school that makes life just a little bit more difficult.

I have a double lesson of Media Studies this afternoon and I am disinclined to teach but I do not have a film which (even remotely) can be linked to advertising that is the aspect of the course that we have been studying.  No doubt I will think of something – and anyway I want to get the examination papers marked before I leave this school this evening.

The so-called “evaluation” meeting to discuss the results of the kids is being held, wait for it, on Friday afternoon and will probably extend itself interminably until about 7 pm!  On a Friday!  They would never, never, never get away with scheduling a meeting at that time in Britain.  But when you consider that the original time for this meeting was on Saturday morning then you tend to count your blessings!

Today being what day it is, I have caused my usual sensation by wearing appropriately garish neckwear to celebrate the National Day of my country.  Large red dragons march defiantly and diagonally across my tie in front of a background of green and white: it is, you might say, noticeable.  And rightly so!

As there is a school trip to Wales during Fiasco Week and our party will be sharing the centre with another private school from England, our pupils have been encouraged to write letters to their British counterparts.  My colleagues have discovered, perhaps not surprisingly that many of the kids have called the country “Whales” or “Gales”: I trust that they will be a little more accurate after their experience in the actual land!

I’ve started listening to Rattle’s Records and I am pleased with the quality of the reproduction and the intensity of the interpretation – a continuing delight! I haven’t really delved deeply into the less well known of the pieces in the sets of discs and I look forward to learning something new.

Clarrie’s book has arrived: “1000 Years of Annoying the French” by Stephen Clarke a jokey yet serious look at Anglo-French relationships showing how the French have lied and misrepresented everything from the North Man (NOT French) invasion of our jewelled isle in 1066 to French involvement in World War II.  600 pages of enough stuff to fee righteous indignation for an age!

I have also had two other books delivered.  By delivered of course, I mean that the delivery people left a note saying that they had “tried” to deliver the package but were unsuccessful.  As they obviously did not have the package with them and made no attempt to contact the people inside the house where they were supposed to deliver the package, I suppose we should be grateful that they did at least deliver the notification that they had the package somewhere.

“Portable Genius” a handbook for Microsoft Office for Mac 2011 was the first of the books and looks just about at m level and has lots of screen images to keep me on the right track as I try to explore what this set of programs can do.

The second is “The Ascent of Money: A Financial History of the World” by Niall Ferguson.  I thoroughly enjoyed reading his “Empire” and bought this on the strength of my response and a feeling that I need some background to put what investment managers have been doing with my money into some sort of historical perspective.

The reading is building up nicely for the long weekends!

A spacious day

First period in the morning and it’s a “study” period.

I don’t know what the word “study” conjures up for you but it probably doesn’t cover the chatty lack of concern that the class in front of me is showing.  Still, even with the level of noise it is better than actually teaching them and I have learned to accept a much higher level of talk than I would find tolerable in a British class!

This is the week before Fiasco Week and I have to admit that it shows.  The kids and staff are tired and waiting for a gap to recharge depleted batteries.  For some of my colleagues their recharging period will be on a foreign holiday complete with our pupils.  Personally, I would not find that refreshing or relaxing and I resent the fact that I have to spend three days of the Fiasco Week in school.

It looks as though the long weekends are going to be just than rather than mini-holidays, but as long as the weather is acceptable then I will be satisfied – and the weather is steadily improving.  Even though today was supposed to be the first day of rotten weather it looks reasonable with clouds but sunshine as well.

Taking farming superstition into account then I would have to say that “Red sky in the morning, etc.” would come into play and we should see rain later in the day – but I am the eternal optimist where the weather in Spain is concerned.

I have managed to resist the temptation to start on the rest of the Mapp & Lucia novels after finishing “Trouble for Lucia” – given the wealth of electronic reading which is available it would be unacceptable to indulge myself by re-reading such an addictive series of books. 

There is a progression to my reading and I would probably start on “The Lord of the Rings” immediately afterwards; which is the normal slide downwards into the literary drug induced euphoria that is always just a book away from my normal life. 

I would inevitably go on to the hard stuff and start re-reading “The Gormenghast Trilogy” with yet another re-assessment of my view of “Titus Alone”.

It is then but a short step to Raymond Chandler’s “The Big Sleep”, Azimov’s “Foundation Trilogy” (ignoring, of course the other additions to the basic three) and “Stalky and Co”. 

The true end game would be a re-reading of “Old Saint Pauls” leading, finally, to “Winnie the Pooh”!

Just writing that has induced me to download the Gormenghast Trilogy: this is a clear danger sign.  What will follow?

I have managed to print out my Media Studies booklet by judicious use of Publisher for the simple cover; the photocopier to reduce the logo for the course and then cutting with scissors and sticking with Pritt.  The great sensation occurs when I produce my jealously guarded long-arm stapler to give that final semi-professional touch.

Long-armed staplers are the stuff of dreams.  Only the most professional and acquisitive of teachers manage to bag one for their very own.  It is a well-known fact that, if a long-armed stapler is made generally available to a normal staff of teachers then its half-life is akin to that of a terminally sick member of the drosophila family!

I gained two glorious free periods today and used them to finish off my second little booklet for the Media Studies course.  This one was for the writing that I am expecting the kids to do.  The exercises seem to take on a greater authority when they are collected together in a stapled (!) booklet.  I certainly hope so anyway and it will make my job much easier.

Work continues on the Making Sense of Modern Art booklet that is going to be a wondrous work of art when it is finally completed - if it is ever completed.  I now, after yet another meeting about the thing, have to write a short account of Futurism and then edit the combination of other pieces of writing that have been joined by force together!

The contrast between my booklets and the art booklet is going to be marked: but my booklets are already done and stapled!  Experience will tell!

An early departure from school thanks to one of my gained frees bucked me up enough to venture into town to find out what Amazon had deigned to send me.

As I have had occasion to point out before, home delivery of parcels seems to be a thing of the past: the only thing delivered is the piece of paper telling you that you were not there when they called.  Where “there” is exactly to a parcel delivery person is not entirely clear as the recipient actually being in the house to which the parcel is supposed to be delivered is not sufficient to persuade a delivery person to hand over the package rather than leave the form!

A jaunt into the centre revealed that the undelivered package contained my boxed sets of Simon Rattle – the Russian, British and Stravinsky.  I am eagerly loading them into The Machine for later listening pleasure: hours and hours of it!  There are 22 discs and, although I know most of the stuff on them and have versions already in my collection, the British selection is more interesting containing music by Grainger, Arnold, Knussen, Ades, Maw, Matthews and Turnage.  And, anyway it’s along time since I listened to things like The Planets and Belshazzar’s Feast: it will be an indulgence!

In an act that I consider to be both defiant and intelligent I have bought one of those little-old-lady shopping bags on wheels!  It has a collapsible handle and so fits easily into the boot of the car.  It is red (or pink in some lights) and has a striking and colourful linear design and I think it is sensible and yes, I have wheeled it through town.  But that was in the dark and whether I would do so in the cruel light of the day is another matter. 

We, as they say, shall see!

Meanwhile there is another disc to feed into The Machine and some serious listen to be done!

Roll on the summer!

No day on which I have been able to sit outside on the terrace of the Third Floor and feel the sun on my face can be described as all bad!

I’ve even done a piece of school work.  Though as this was writing a short screed on eight selected art movements that wasn’t exactly a burden.  Just for a change I used books to provide the basis for my writing keeping well clear, you understand, of Wikipedia which will be used by all (and I mean all) the students that we take.

It was quite like old times finding my desk becoming covered with different sized volumes and trying to keep control of where I wanted to be consulting three books almost simultaneously!

The only time that I regretted not having access to the Internet (it is temperamental, to put it mildly, on the Third Floor) was when I realized that I would have to add first names to some of the artists to avoid confusion in our pupils’ minds. 

Though it might be interesting to see a pupil confuse the Pop artist Peter Blake with the older and madder William Blake because if you put “Blake” into Google I am sure that it will bring up the older Blake rather than the newer. 

Though, again, thinking about it, I expect that I could make a case somehow or other for Bill being considered a precursor of the Pop Artists!  After all “Good and Evil Angels Struggling for the Possession of the Soul of a Child” could have come straight out of a Marvel Comic!

I am still recovering from all the edu-talk that Suzanne subjected me to.  It did all make sense, but it also brought back bad memories of the wording of some of the plethora of educational “initiatives” that plagued your life if you entered education at the time that I did!

And now in the last period before home time in my career, so to speak, initiatives rear their heads in my erstwhile little troubled academic life.  Suzanne is a born-again believer in Project Based Learning and she has started a crusade to get PBL accepted in our school.  Just before the Easter holidays she will be going to the US of A to visit a selection of schools specifically to learn more about PBL in action!  This is serious stuff! 

And our little course on Making Sense of Modern Art is an integral part of her approach.  We have planned and evaluated like true professionals – I didn’t know that I had it in me!

The descriptions of art movements will be part of the new booklet for which Suzanne is doing a mock-up.  I have designed the cover (all part of the Praetorious Design Service of old) and the finished article will be a marked contrast to the more ordinary booklet that I am preparing for the last course of Media Studies!  But it will take less time too!

Next week is the week before the Fiasco Week and just to get us into the mood Friday is Carnival.  Admittedly Carnival is our school is less of a celebration than a duty, but the kids seem to enjoy it with some mild dressing up and excitingly educational paper puzzles to do.  To, if I remember rightly, the sound of raucous music.

Then a long weekend and a three day week into which virtually everything that we have not had time to do before will suddenly be done.

Then another long weekend and the long slog to Easter!

Every day, I must keep telling myself, is a day nearer to the end of June!

Books for health

My Aunt Bet is not well.  My cousin has written to me saying that she has taken to her bed and is not reading or doing crosswords.  For a fanatical reader like my Aunt not to be reading is like taking away intellectual oxygen!

My thoughts go out to her and I wish her a rapid recovery so that the printed word can do its magic for her again, soon.

Although I am surrounded by thousands of volumes of the printed word, what I have been looking at increasingly over the past few years (has it been that long?) are electronic forms of writing rather than paper versions.  Apart from computers I have three electronic “books” two of which have fallen into disuse as my Kindle takes precedence not only in the ease with which I can load new books on to it, but also because it has the most efficient cover, incorporating as it does a built-in light!

Saturday saw me in Barcelona to meet Suzanne so that we could discuss the content and planning for the next term’s course in Art History.  As Suzanne is deeply into Project Based Learning and the theory thereof she forces me to take a more academic approach to the structure of this Credit than I would usually tolerate – and to use the fashionable buzzwords that go with it!  I am sure that it good for my soul to behave as a twenty-first century educationalist from time to time!

We are planning a small inter-active booklet to accompany the course and, whereas I would have made do with stick, paste and photocopy Suzanne is constructing (I think that is the right word) the whole thing in some exotic version of Publisher!  I have left her with the detailed fiddling with the pages that we have roughly designed and I will wait to see how much better it is than my hastily fabricated cover for the Current Affairs class!

We have brought the course content down to eight Movements in Art History: Fauvism; Cubism; Dada; Expressionism; Abstraction; Surrealism; Abstract Expressionism and Pop.  Futurism was one of the many ‘isms’ that didn’t make the final cut, but we have had a great deal of pleasure in deciding which of the many and currently proliferating groupings in art we could safely “ignore”!

I did manage to find time to call into El Corte Ingles but was very disappointed at the so-called “offers” that were displayed in the Classical Music Department.  There were discs with -50% emblazoned on them, but investigation revealed that they were extraordinarily expensive items to start so the reduction made them merely extortionate.

There is some marking that ought to be done, but I am thoroughly disinclined to do it and instead I am going to trawl my way through a selection of Art books to see if I can find a short and pithy summation of each of the art movements that we are going to study.  If they do not come to hand fairly quickly then I might have to write the damn things myself instead of resorting to The Teachers’ Friend – or plagiarism, as it is usually known!

Although today appeared to be setting itself up as a wonderfully sunny spring-like day, its early promise evaporated and grey skies gave warning of the quality of the weather that we have been promised for the forthcoming week.  I will take rain on Monday as long as it is sunny on Sunday!

A chance comment by Stewart about what he was reading on his Kindle sent me to a well frequented shelf in my library and choosing a volume at random I starting reading “Trouble for Lucia” by E F Benson in my rather nice 1994 Folio Society edition printed on Hamilton Wove paper using Goudy typeface and with suitably fey line drawing illustrations by Natacha Ledwidge.

I read all the novels on a beach in Sitges in 2005 (in the Folio Edition of course) and any catalogue description would have to take into account some slight sun tan oil staining to the boards!

That is the sort of thing that a Kindle lacks: physical reminders of when a book was last read and, as in this volume a photograph and a receipt to give you the date.

But the wonder of the Kindle does not diminish: the Bible; Shakespeare; Paradise Lost and a host of other works all unobtrusively contained in a slim, elegant package.  A true wonder!

All I need now is time to read the bloody thing!