intro

March 21, 2008

Hello, me,  or you. This is my first attempt at writing a blog about myself. I have been writing one about my now four-year-old daughter, one about a group I teach at Universidad del Norte in Barranquilla, and one I´m initiating about my teaching philosophy, but nothing where I allow myself the luxury of reflecting publicly on things taking place in or out of me.                     How comfortable will I feel doing so? I have no idea. I have read blogs on issues of different ypes, personal or impersonal (personal anyway since it shows attitude), and marvel at how easy it seems for the writers to deal with such issues. However, on closer look I notice that the great majority of these blogs are found in North America (I´ll have to check Europe, though). So, it is in most likelyhood a cultural thing. So, where does that leave me? I´m not American. And yet, I lived there for years. I hope to borrow from them the good feeling of not being prejudiced agaisnt, if that´s what worries me.               Why would I want to write a blog, then? I guess one reason is the experience itself. I feel that if I don´t do it as is the case with lots of other technological stuff around I´ll be missing something about today´s world. In addition, the experience of simply writing to the world out there is also new to me. I was born in a time when computers were not heard of, let alone the internet. Another good reason is that writing in a sort of formal way (something I struggle with when I think about this blog concept) helps me construct and organize knowledge. This I really believe. Being my job to teach, learning approaches today includes actions such as writing which promotes knowledge construction. Another explanation for writing the blog may be its journal-like side. I guess I would like to go back and see what happened certain day or what I thought about what happened.               What will I write about? I don´t know quite know what. However, knowing myself and how inquisitive and critical I tend to be of everything around me, anything might just as well go.    

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