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Vision 4 Our internal black hole

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  The Internal Singularity Inside the high-tech cryo-cocoon, JB’s bound body is central, wrapped tightly in shimmering silver nanoweave. His chest cavity is visualised not as flesh, but as a swirling, dark "black hole" singularity, warping the light and space within the pod. Thin, fractured arcs of violet light—representing his remaining anxiety—are being violently sucked into this dark centre, unable to escape the "crushing gravity" of his despair. The lighting is heavy, dark, and oppressive. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via  YouTube Music , Spotify , iTunes, Apple Music and Soundcloud To support my art, feel free to donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal...
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iPAD & ANDROID APPS and Blooms

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Part of a 21st Century Teacher's mission is to relate innovative technology with their teaching practices. Perhaps the most commonly accepted teaching and learning pedagogical methodology is the Blooms' Taxonomy. Blooms has been revised in the digital era.

Across the world, many educators have made considerable efforts to related Blooms with online learning, web 2.0, 3.0, and industrial revolution 4.0.

Blooms and Moodle


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Blooms and Web 2.0 to 3.0


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Blooms and Industrial Revolution 4.0

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Educators across the world can adapt new technologies and adapt teaching and learning practices through what is a globally connected effort to be relevant and effective. 

Can schools - more importantly can Educational Jurisdictions keep up with societal change?
Can Bloom's keep up?










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