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Our Flame will never be Extinguished

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  Our Flame will never be Extinguished The chosen elite who entered the rotting, worm-eaten confessional to seize the primrose were never saviours sent to bring lasting peace or settled order. That was merely vanity blazoned across their heraldry. In truth, they were the indispensable stewards of the loop, anointed not to break the wheel, but to ensure its teeth kept grinding. They took the pale, delicate bloom, the Acclimatisation Society’s consecrated symbol of subjugation, fully aware that planting it within the unyielding ironstone would provoke the very friction keeping the world aflame. They required the transgression; they needed the spark. For the empire does not endure by resting in triumph, but feeds upon the perpetual, exhausting struggle of its own unfinished conquest. As rebels swarm the grand, baroque plazas and consume the cathedral of yesterday, they believe they are dismantling their oppressors' fortress. Raising torches, they watch ancient spires dissolve into a t...
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Starting off with Technology

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Starting off with Technology
These 3 sites can help Teachers who are uncertain with social networking and Technology in the classroom. It can now appear ever so mind boggling due to the many many options and the options keep growing.

How do teachers put it all together?





Using Technology: Practical Applications on Prezi


http://www.c4lpt.co.uk/140Learning/intro.html is a great place to start

PART 1 - THE TOOLS
Introduction


Twitter

Getting started with Twitter


Facebook

Getting started with Facebook
Creating a Facebook group
Creating
a Facebook fan page

Google Buzz
Getting started with Google Buzz
Creating
a Google Buzz group

Multiple accounts and networks
Synching networks
Managing
multiple accounts and networks


PART 2 - THE BASICS
Building Community
Communicating
with others
Sharing
links and resources
Keeping
up to date
Problem
solving
Serendipitous
learning


PART 3 - USE IN LEARNING

Presentations, Events,
Classes & Training
Using the backchannel at an event
Incorporating
the backchannel in a presentation
Live
presentation streaming
Lectures,
classes & workshops
Feedback
and quizzes

Micro-Learning
Micro-learning
Daily micro-learning
Synchronous learning

Other activities
Collaborative writing
Brainstorming
Scavenger
hunts
Learning
games
Group
projects
Research
Running
a book club








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