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Weblog | I don't like the word blog, it's ugly. Anyway, new content happens here. (Swedish dito)
About me and the site | Twenty-something male who likes text. Obsessed with things such as books, reality, communication, and one or two tv-shows.
Archives | Things written here since... well, 2001. Some of it is good, some is utter shait.
Books | Books read, not books written. So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.
Photo | I like my camera and it likes me.
Links | Outwards, away, flee.
e-mail | J. Nicklas Andersson
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2001-09-14
Today I realized something. That good teachers are important, they should know something about their subject and what they are doing. Some of those enrolled in my English class are the future hope, those who will fill the gap that the schools today are suffering from (i.e. too few real teachers). And they have made me realize that where they will work, that will be no place for children. If this is as good as it gets, then we’re in a shitload of trouble later on. There is especially one teacher student who seem to have a hard time gripping the extremely hard idea of context.
You cannot translate something by using the first word in the dictionary. Further more, translation requires that you understand the content and what the text is all about. Is this really that hard to understand?
It was the cheese-shop skit all over again. It was, for at least two of us, a brief episode of hilariousness in the midst of the most boring day in the week.
For some reason, “the three lists”-page, accessable from the lefthand menu, has grown. It is now inofficially the eight lists, but since I’m very lazy, the link will say “three” a while. I really ought to keep these meta-additions to myself, but what the hell. Just this once...
Oh, yes. While I’m at it. Anchor Steam Beer has a nice bottle. The label is even better and don’t get me started on the taste. If I knew any french I would have said lots of things that sound neat, but in translation only comes out as this is pure gold.
