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Santa Claus is Coming to Town

maribel — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 08:02:44 +0000

At the Christmas party we’re going to sing Santa Claus is Coming to Town :

It was first recorded in 1934 and becme an instant hit. It has been covered my over 150 artists-. Here you have he lyrics and the chords.

Santa Claus is Coming to Town Básico 1 Cover:

Santa Claus lyrics and chords.

http://www.overstream.net/swf/player/oplx?oid=r9ekrsr8u3mr&noplay=1

Class assignments: examples

maribel — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 05:50:52 +0000

This video has been dubbed by English students in my class at EOI Granada:

And this is an example of Presentation of an anecdote:

Welcome to Granada

maribel — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 23:52:59 +0000

For those of you new in town.

La tecnología y la educación: una dosis de realismo

maribel — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 11:06:24 +0000

Artículo de Francesc Pedró, jefe de la Oficina de Tecnologías de Información y la Comunicación de la Unesco en El País del 21 de noviembre.

Una visión más pragmática se impone en la aplicación al aula de medios digitales

Hallowe’en ’11

maribel — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 01:10:05 +0000

Snap-Apple Night, painted by Irish artist Daniel Maclise in 1833. It was inspired by a Halloween party he attended in Blarney, Ireland, in 1832.

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Snap-Apple_Night_globalphilosophy.PNG

Halloween (a shortening of All Hallows’ Evening), also known as Hallowe’en or All Hallows’ Eve, is a yearly holiday observed around the world on October 31, the night before All Saints’ Day. Much like Day of the Dead celebrations, the Christian feast of All Hallows’ Eve, according to some scholars, incorporates traditions from pagan harvest festivals and festivals honouring the dead, particularly the Celtic Samhain; other scholars maintain that the feast originated entirely independently of Samhain.

Typical festive Halloween activities include trick-or-treating, attending costume parties, carving jack-o’-lanterns, lighting bonfires, apple bobbing, visiting haunted attractions, playing pranks, telling scary stories, watching horror films, as well as the religious observances of praying, fasting and attending vigils or church services.

Adapted from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halloween

Watch here a video about the history of Hallowe’en: Haunted History of Hallowe’en.

Premio Marta Mata para la EOI de Granada

maribel — Tue, 21 Jun 2011 12:34:49 +0000

Premios Marta Mata 2010 a la calidad educativa

Cue the Elephants

maribel — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 05:32:18 +0000

The morning belonged to the grapefruit,
Ripe in the gold Roman sun.
I throw out the rind,
Its just bitter to me,
Done done done.

The skyline is made of the umbrella pine,
I wish we could climb every one.
But all I would see,
In the shape of the streets,
Is done done done.

Cue the elephants,
The torches they light in the woods.
Can you and me save the city?
I thought that we promised we would.
But youve got your hands in your pockets,
And you cant loook me in the eye.
And now for that eternal question,
Why, why, why?

And then he would look at those starlings,
Together they swoop down as one.
Hed read in that dizzy ellipsis,
Done done done.

We dangle our legs in the fountains,
The pale is red and run.
The aqueduct water is ancient,
Done done done.

The Colours of Spring

maribel — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 05:30:43 +0000

betsythedevine CC by-nc-sa

“Forget our fate”, the pedlar sings.
Set up to sell my soul,
I’ve lived a life for wealth to bring.
And yet I’ll gaze [at]…
The colour of spring,
Immerse in that one moment,
Left in love with everything,
Soar the bridges that I burnt before,
One song among us all…

Wherefore art thou Mark Hollis?

For no particular reason

maribel — Tue, 29 Mar 2011 09:58:17 +0000

Remorse For Any Death

Free of memory and of hope,
limitless, abstract, almost future,
the dead man is not a dead man: he is death.
Like the God of the mystics,
of Whom anything that could be said must be denied,
the dead one, alien everywhere,
is but the ruin and absence of the world.
We rob him of everything,
we leave him not so much as a color or syllable:
here, the courtyard which his eyes no longer see,
there, the sidewalk where his hope lay in wait.
Even what we are thinking,
he could be thinking;

we have divvied up like thieves
the booty of nights and days.

Jorge Luis Borges

Remordimiento por cualquier Muerte

Libre de la memoria y de la esperanza,
ilimitado, abstracto, casi futuro,
el muerto no es un muerto: es la muerte.

Como el Dios de los místicos,
de Quien deben negarse todos los predicados,
el muerto ubicuamente ajeno
no es sino la perdición y ausencia del mundo.

Todo se lo robamos,
no le dejamos ni un color ni una sílaba:
aquí está el patio que ya no comparten sus ojos,
allí la acera donde acechó sus esperanzas.

Hasta lo que pensamos podría estarlo pensando él también;
nos hemos repartido como ladrones
el caudal de las noches y de los días.

Paddy’s Day

maribel — Thu, 17 Mar 2011 08:46:04 +0000

Saint Patrick’s Day (Irish: Lá ‘le Pádraig or Lá Fhéile Pádraig), colloquially Paddy’s Day, is the feast day which annually celebrates Saint Patrick (373-493), the patron saint of Ireland, on March 17.

You can learn more about Saint Patrick’s Day here.