What is Digital Pedagogy?

Digital Pedagogy, What is it?

Pedagogy on its own is the method, practice or possibly best put "the art of teaching". Primarily with reference to academics or theoretical concepts. To include 'Digital' as part of the construct is then to suggest that media and technology now have an opportunity to interrupt and intervene within this art of teaching. 

What has become tradition for education of our day and age is the confines of classrooms and chalkboards; digital pedagogy stops this and broadens the horizons. What was once only the yammering on of the teacher, repeatedly reverting to board-work and homework is now a globalised endlessness. New videos, new insights and new methods of teaching.

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A man with many words and rambles

... (about his yearning for travel and otherwise).

I'm yearning for a journey. To travel far and wide into every nook and cranny this yet inconceivable earth has to offer. Ireland, Sweden, New Zealand, Berlin. I have started saving all the funds that I can while still experiencing as much as possible of what my country sets before me.

Stellenbosch

Stellenbosch. A journey on its own. Ah, here the possibilities are absolutely endless. The old almost ostentatious side of stellies, the run down then revamped tik-tower side of stellies. The absolutely motivating greenness of Victoria stellies, or the absolutely remote, sweltering, blistering sun-due-to-lack-of-shade-Olienhoutstraat stellies. All of it a 4 year long dream (if you're lucky). This and the wine-farms, craft micro-breweries, niche and kitsch markets where everything is ridiculously over-priced in stark contrast to the 'skollie' 'niks-lekker, maar lekker' restaurants. Aandklas, Bohemia, Mystic and Julian's all combined are probably more grimy and bacteria ridden than any cesspool in the Western Cape, yet it is a place where all the nicest people hang out (subjectivity is under-appreciated these days).

Roatrippin' with my two favourite allies (+3)

This past holiday I managed to travel a fair bit, which was much to my delight. I road-tripped with my band, The Wheel Again, friends, Tim, Andrew, Waldo, and sister, Erin, to Mosselbay. We stayed there for a week or just under and utilised the beach to its fullest. Swimming far out, ducking the dives, waves and wife-beater riddled big-men with them hot betties. We attempted hitting as many gigs as often as possible. I then moved on homeward, Gariep Dam. I got to see my extensive and somewhat overwhelming family (if you're not used to it, I love it), we celebrated Christmas at a very nice farm in the district, gorged ourselves on food and drink, and laughed till our stomachs pained.

The journey I took alone, with help along the way

I then moved my way North to the city lights of Johannesburg. I spent the days there visiting the cousin Michael. It was an absolute treat, I tell you. We celebrated all things mundane and unnecessary, knowing it does not come about every so often that we can see each other as we did. On my way back south I stopped over in my alma mater school town - Bloemfontein. There I spent a good week at my good man Ruan's house. We too celebrated the ridiculousness that is our friendship with a few Brandy&Cokes in the midday, if not mid-morning. 

Kimberley was the next location to don my wandering footsteps on its hard ground. With golf-cart at hand I scouted the many labyrinths set before of the picturesque farm Mauritzfontein. I too went on a wild game drive with my Western tendencies inclined uncle, A branch 'poenged' my face so hard that my lip started bleeding, my eye-lid was scratched.along with my all-round self esteem and joviality brushed off the bakkie with the passing of the branch.

Back to the wanderlust

Part and parcel of my yearning for travel is the accents that come with it. I love accents. I love to emulate and recreate accents with my own words, twists and influences. Possibly the two greatest accents on Earth are the Irish and the flattest (and heart-warming) New Zealander's. A part of me wants to see the world's countries for their natural and architectural stories, but primarily I want to hear those stories told directly from a fully-fledged nationality-I'm-visiting person. I want the authenticity, the beauty of the being and just the general nitty-grittiness of it all.

I want the world to tell me stories, I want to tell the world stories.