Friday, 13 September 2013

Brazil 2013 - Day 5 - All about the sounds

It was Sunday, first day for Lyle to start working.  Fortunately not a long slot - just an ice-breaker session of sorts to meet the people that would be attending the workshop with him.

The most remarkable thing about the day was the variety of sounds that filled the day.  Most of the people attending the workshop are South Africans.  So after hearing Portuguese for 4 days it was funny to hear Mzanzi's accents, and those of the facilitators, UK and Scottish, and to top it all off... two Americans to boot.  Another odd thing for me was the fact that for a Sunday lunch we grabbed something from the cafe across the road from the hotel.

Chicken burger, slice of pizza and glass of juice for lunch.  Different Sunday lunch.

Lyle and Norman debating the merits of fries.




The rest of the team decided to do the tourist thing and we - after a broken conversation with a young lady at the supermarket - opted to go and watch the game at the Maricana stadium.  It was crazy.  Their supporters are insane!!!!  For that you need to check the video out.
Brazillian teams on the go....Flamengo and Fluminense... 

Pretty pic of us

And then to top our excitingly noisy day... we had dinner and listened to a band... twas great... 

Thank the good Lord for my ability to hear.... 

Friday, 23 August 2013

Brazil 2013 - day 4 - mall and beach day

Day 4 included the mall for supplies for Lyle (and me) because he was in Rio for work after all.  So we did the bus trip, missed our stop and had to do the return trip from Ipanema to Botafoga.  After sussing out all the gorgeous shoes and beautiful clothes... Lyle got his work related goodies and I scored a hot little bikini.

We opted to be savvy and headed back to the hotel in Lapa which was in the opposite direction to the beach.  Did a quick costume change and headed back out to catch bus 424 to Ipanema.  

One thing we've got to hand to the natives is that they're active.  There was an array of beach soccer, beach volley soccer and then this interesting tight rope thingy.  I've included a clip so that you get an idea of what these talented people did.  Me... I just splashed in the water like a tourist and lazed on the beach.  I felt more at home once I had a "homeland" bikini.  We, South Africans, are far too conservative.  Even the old aunties were rocking tanga bikinis or the gstring with the shortest shorts.  For me it was quite liberating to see considering my changing shape and that encouraged me to join the throng :-)


Pretty sky hey?

Despite the weather, we enjoyed the beach.  Water was still warm and not as many natives on the side headed for Leblon.

A busier section of the Ipanema beach.


Volley soccer... people kicking a ball over a net... like in volleyball.  Nogal a serious business. Pic from Day 1

Beach soccer... check Lyle out...  Pic from Day 1




Brazil 2013 - Day 3 - Super Tourist

It is mandatory, in my opinion, to do the whole tourist thing.  This I have discovered to be especially important because one is not 100% when you'll have a similar opportunity to visit a particular place again.  In our instance - we had an amazing opportunity to go to Brazil and more impressively (yes, I said impressively) we were in Rio de Janeiro... whoop whoop!!!!

And so after our self directed stint in Ipanema yesterday, upon the suggestion of our hotel, we went with their preferred tour company and saw the sites.  This was really one of those "click 'n go" experiences.  Questions weren't really encouraged because our guide had only been on the job for two weeks.  At one point, Lyle asked her a question and her response was - "I can Google that quick"  - much to the annoyance of my love.

At least we got some good pics... and that was all worth it - I suppose. We were the only English dominant clients on the 15 person tour bus so that was a bit frustrating.  But in general... we got to see the sites... and that is after all the aim of being a SUPER TOURIST!

Lyle's morning Portuguese lesson... courtesy of his iPhone

A cathedral built in 1976 which is dome shaped.  Beautiful stain glass windows all around.

This was our driver lady and the 2 week old tour guide.

This is at the starting site for the famous Carnival ... notice the g-string bottom thingy at the back... very provocative.  We got a chance to try on the hats and pose :-)

This is Sugar Loaf Mountain.  There's two cable cars to get to the top... and it was hot!!!!  Very beautiful view of the north and south of Rio... We stayed on the right hand side of the mountain.  Where the town is and the fancy beaches on the left.

View from the top of Sugar Loaf... apparently the sunsets are stunning from up here.  There's even a helipad where people can do tours of the peninsula.

Graffiti was a popular art form... in some instances (like this one) it's artistic and in other instances the typical gang tagging.

Christ the Redeemer.  Large and in charge.  As Lyle's mate, Damon, said that despite the physical presence of Christ he experiences Rio as being far removed from Him.

Early Friday night and the start of the evening bustle in Lapa, the area that we stayed in... it's actually a queue to go into a club.  Notice the graffiti on the wall and the yellow cabs... on the wrong side of the road.

Brazil 2013- day 2 Ipanema Beach

Despite a crazy day of travel behind us and gaining 5 hours... We still woke up at 4am. Opting to navigate our own way around, we opted for a map with the bus routes and off we went to Ipanema for the day. 

Sun, sand, sea and a coconut - perfect way for me to people watch while Lyle swam and played a game of football with the locals. 


Dinner on the beach with tasty prawns and $R 17 plate of fries, we took a bus back to the hotel to rest our suntanned heads.


Brazil 2013

Mostly a day filled with travel. Our start time was 4am ad that just so that we could get the boys organized and ourselves to the airport on time... No pics... Sorry!!!

Very long flight though! Ten and half hours to Sao Paulo and then two hours before the next flight to Rio.  Pick up was quick and painless and off we went to Lapa.  The best part of a taxi trip is usually trying to make sense of what you see and matching it to what you know from home.  Most confusing part was the fact that so many people looked just like us... but did not at all sound in any way... like something I knew.

Here's to Brazil 2013.

Thursday, 23 May 2013

Learning about history

This evening was like any other... We went to gym as a family... Something we haven't done in a long time... Which meant supper took longer but that's ok... Right? Well - nobody had a choice really.... But that wasn't actually the purpose of this post.

Thing is- whilst I was salvaging the tomato bredie that cooked over, my beloved husband took to the boys room to sort through washing. Wonderful husband , isn't he? For me- definitely... For the boy.., not so much. Somehow he managed to locate missing socks and lunchboxes that were reported missing. Happiness right?! Uhm- not for the boys.

Let me pause and just say that my love has a very different approach to parenting. He's very big on teaching life lessons (that's what he does for a living after all) and is vocal about how the boys are actually keeping us young. Anywho- back to this evening...

In order to encourage our boys to be more attuned to adopting the stance of "I'm my brother's keeper", my husband has instituted a communist state in my sons room. So - essentially suffer one, suffer all.

So what exactly do you mean by communist state... I hear you asking... Well - in all honesty I didn't quite know how it would play out.... Until Blessing got up and got a second serving of Tomato bredie...

Upon returning to the table... My husband proceeded to share Blessing's helping with his brother, expecting both of them to finish the serving. And then the discussion ensued...

That's the exciting part of parenting - as complete novices- we get to grow with the children and more into who we are as adults, individuals and parents.

Going to be interesting when we implement dictatorship and democracy in the coming weeks... Will try and keep you posted.











Sunday, 16 December 2012

Every time

This evening I find myself on the floor of a studio whilst my husband and his creative director add the strings to two of the songs for his debut album.

Unusual place to be on a Sunday?! Definitely... But it's the only time that would suit everybody and in the grander scheme of things... It's not bad to listen to strings... For those non muso people- I'm referring to a viola, violin and cello.

I have to document this day because my youngest was asleep on my lap, and I got to play Scrabble whilst my love attuned his ear to the way he envisions his sound.

I'm especially blessed because I feel part of the creative process because I was there at the birth of the songs and to hear how it has grown... Is simply... Awesome!

I'm bursting with pride because I'm happy to see the project coming together and his dream crystallising... and including a song that was part of our wedding.

"Every time I look into your eyes, I can't wait for us to share out lives"



Friday, 23 November 2012

Gotta love technology

In this day and age, we are no longer limited to a letter through the postal service delivered by a suitably attired postman on a bicycle... Now we are able to transcend boundaries and link through a Skype call.

I won't lie, I love Skype... Just the welcome pop-up, bottom of the screen indicating that a special someone is online is wonderful. And at this very moment my boys are chatting to somebody that we hope will be their welcome pop-up. A person that will tug upwards at the corner of their mouths when they they think of her... And this all stems from investing time in building relationship.

Here's to building relationship and technology that makes it a little bit easier.

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

My new normal

My new normal involves 2 young men who have become part of our home. My new normal now means that I have to cook for 4 and ensure that it holds nutritional value for growing minds and bodies.

My new normal has honed old skills into more beneficial ones. I recall exactly where things are stored, and how to get to to them even if I'm not in the room... Now that's impressive!

Best of all my new normal means I get to learn more about my capacity for love and catch a glimpse at how much God loves us... Loves me... Even when I'm really un-lovable. That's God's normal?! Scary thought... But oh so true!

I like my new normal. I may not get it right all the time, but as I told the boys... Let's take it one day at a time... And then... Instead of a new normal... It will just be normal.

Sunday, 26 August 2012

Spar Women's Challenge

Yesterday was my 5th Spar Women's Challenge and it was definitely different this year. Not only because there were 25 000 participants but because it was the first walk my newly married and I have done... Both as married women. Ah... What an adventure!!!

The Spar challenge is my standing appointment with my sister and who ever else is keen to join in. It certainly isn't about achieving a personal best-don't I sound like the pro road runner?!- it's about hanging with your girl... Or guy dressed as a girl... (Whatever floats your boat) and catching up.

I suppose the reason it deserves a post is because although the 10km route hasn't changed since last year-I have become acutely aware of how our adventure is convoluted by the choices we make. Choices and decisions that sometimes require consultation but mostly just an empathetic ear- and I like to think that that is what I am to my nearest and dearest.

This post is thus a toast to the continued walk we are on... And not just the Spar Women's Challenge!

Thursday, 31 May 2012

Criticial Reflection of a book for one of my Honour's subjects

Critical Reflection of
“Diversity High: Class, Color, Culture and Character in a South African High School”
By SaloshnaVandeyar and Jonathan D. Jansen
“Sunnyside just became too black...” I was given this explanation as to why a running partner had decided to move out of Sunnyside, Pretoria and into Newlands, Pretoria after 15 years of residing in Sunnyside.  My running partner said that he was the only white face there and it just became too dangerous to live in Sunnyside.  And so the conversation continued as we trekked up a rather steep hill on our time-trial yesterday afternoon.  “People probably think you live in Eersterust or Laudium hey – since you’re Coloured but look Indian“; he asks good-naturedly as the pace slowed down considerably to give our legs some space to breathe. My response: “Yes, they do and I take great pleasure in telling them that I live in the East of Pretoria and that I speak English.” 
This conversation transpired in Afrikaans, albeit a breathless version and it made me acutely aware of how the landscape changed so suddenly for the inhabitants of HoĆ«rskool J.G. Strijdom upon the fall of the National Party.  Initially only serving the educational needs of the white working-class South Africans and shaped by the political innuendo of an Apartheid Government – these individuals still considered themselves a cut above the Black South African who was not fit to learn anything more than physical labour.  It did however put a spin on the changes faced by HoĆ«rskool JG Strijdom because “when apartheid ended, the surrounding community of whites lost this fragile social status and economic advantage and gradually found themselves living and learning alongside black residents” (Vandeyar & Jansen, 2008).
This stark reality is aptly portrayed through portraiture.  The use of portraiture as depicted by the Chapman (2007:161) in Vandeyar and Jansen (Vandeyar & Jansen, 2008) is that “researchers move beyond depictions of the half-full or half-empty glass to interrogate perceptions and behaviours that are floating around in the water”, provide the reader with a picture with distinctly bold colours showcasing successes that are achieved at the school through the various interventions that were put in place by the school principal Anita.  It also casts shadows of challenges that were faced in the form of deteriorating discipline, loss of good teachers and violence which tainted the grounds broken by staff and pupils alike.  In documenting the first hand experience of those in leadership, the reader is more attune to how decisions taken unfolded and affected teachers, students and the community alike.  Through the inclusion of photographs the layering of the school’s history also seems that much richer as it shapes a tangible timeline of how things have transformed over time.
I remember when Model C schools were opened to non-white learners.  I do not recall all the fancy words that were spoken on the news but I do remember seeing an image of a board with the word Model C written on it, to the right of the newsreader’s head.  I also remember the conversation that followed in our home. It was decided that I would be completing my Sub B year at Harmony Primary School – a local school in the coloured community of Steenberg where my grandparents lived – to attend Kirstenhof Primary School.  The excitement which ensued with preparations being made and the big day of starting school in my brown school shoes and blue blazer was wonderful.  And yet – after reading this account of Diversity High accepting Black pupils into their school and expecting the learners to “adapt or die” was perhaps not quite the same attitude I was exposed to.  This may be due to the fact that I was in an English environment which is generally considered being more open to change than the Afrikaans dominated environment. 
The “structural social change” as articulated and promoted by Anita in Vandeyar and Jansen (2008) where “an empowering school culture and social structure” was important to the way the principal exercised her “management categories” that were “intertwined, contested and messy functions within a changing school, a changing community, and a changing country” (Vandeyar & Jansen, 2008).  With cultural borders becoming more porous (Vandeyar & Jansen, 2008), change was inevitable and through efforts of including corporate companies and the surrounding community, Department of Education and sourcing experts in fields that would benefit the school were included taking Diversity High forward. 
Her efforts to make the SGB, the school’s name and staff more reflective of the school population are commendable.  It is evident that she worked tirelessly and made every effort to practice inclusion.  I did however find it a bit odd that in the changing of the school’s name from JG Strijdom to Diversity – the ceremony although attended by many, particular platform was given to Mr. Roelf Meyer and Mr. David Quale.  I realise that the purpose of their inclusion was to allay fears that Afrikaans-speaking parents may have of their diminishing cultural heritage being evident at the school and yet it speaks of how the schools identity became more fluid to suit the needs of the persons which are now in co-habitation within Diversity High.  However, I do think that a leader of colour should have been included in the fanfare of excitement in the new chapter of Diversity High, especially because a Black church minister was approached to assist in the counselling of difficult learners at a later stage in the transformation process of the school.
Things certainly have changed.  Where previously tremendous efforts were made to bridge the cultural divide through activities that encouraged “revelling in the new spaces for expression and accommodation” (Vandeyar & Jansen, 2008), it is sad to see Diversity High becoming the talk of the town for incidences of corporal punishment in July 2011 (SAPA, 2011).  I am sure that the school still continues much like other schools in an attempt to put the Lego pieces together in order to provide an environment for students and teachers to fully develop their potential and become productive citizens in the rainbow nation.
I finished the 7 km run in just under an hour with my running partner for the day.  I could not help to replay our conversation in my head, especially when he made the remark that most people prefer to serve in their own community.  I responded that most of my life has been a mixed environment and although I now find myself in a previously Afrikaans institution, I function far better in a diverse environment.  I think it further lends itself to the title of the book “Diversity High” because although it is meant to express the name of the institution – I believe that it also tells of high levels of diversity which exist and cannot be ignored.

Bibliography

SAPA. (2011, 07 24). Probe into horror school beating. Retrieved 03 12, 2012, from News 24: http://www.news24.com/SouthAfrica/News/Probe-into-horror-school-beating-20110724
Vandeyar, S., & Jansen, J. (2008). Diversity High: Class, Color, Culture, and Character in a South African High School. Lanham: Univerisity Press of America, INC.

Monday, 27 February 2012

Two months down the line

Yip it's two months down the line and I'm still standing(sitting) here in "Die Skip" which is the building at the University of Pretoria which looks much like the bow of a ship.  In the last month we've had the conference for the Senate. Professor Cheryl de la Rey provided members of Senate with the way forward by introducing the Strategic Plan 2025.  The plan plots the way that the Univerisity of Pretoria becomes a research intensive institution.  It may not sound all that exciting but believe you me.... listening to Prof de la Rey had me simply enthralled!  She calmly set the plan before the Senate, not really detailing the way it would be achieved. instead alluding to the fact the speakers to follow would share the particulars around the plan.  Fact is - she spoke with such serenity and conviction that I wanted to jump up and offer to be a general in her army!!!!

I was absolutely floored and needless to say I added her to my list of heroes. I told my colleagues about my excitement and went as far as to say that I should email her to thank her for "lighting my fire". 

I'm not going to lie, it's really been a continued adventure of growing up - and seeking God's face in that this environment didn't quite get me uber excited about the way forward. I was really clinging to my dream of academia and eagerly awaiting the commencement of lectures.... and then the Senate Conference happened and my imagination was captured by the tremendous opportunities that lies here at the Univeristy. 

But more specifically it made me aware on a more conscious level that we're all small cogs in a big machine... and if one of the cogs don't work - it makes it difficult for the machine to perform optimally.  I then realised that I want to make sure that my cog works well, both here at work and in my family at large.  This all as I carry on in my adventure... Tuks of niks!

P.S.  I sent Prof de la Rey an email after all and she responded!!!! Whoop whoop!!! See below:

>>> Dezlin Jacobs 2012/02/09 11:38:06 AM >>>
Dear Prof de la Rey
I would like to thank you for sharing your vision at the Senate Conference yesterday.
I am by no means part of the academic staff (yet) but I have to tell you that your calm demeanor and gentle way of putting across the plan for the next 15 years  has got me enthused to be part of the University.
I joined the staff of Academic Administration at the beginning of this year, and this after questioning God about why on Earth He would put me in an environment that could possibly strangle my enthusiasm, I now see why.
The course that you're putting this ship on is going to be superb - with many storms I am sure - but worth all the effort I am certain.  I look forward to working along side you and the rest of the crew in steering this ship and all it's passengers into academic and institutional history.
I shall keep you and the management in prayer and trust that my bit will also add to the success of this vision.
Blessings,
Dezlin
_ _ _ _

Dear Dezlin,
Thank for for taking the trouble to give me feedback. I am very pleased that you support the vision. Please pursue your career goal as we need new perspectives in the academic ranks. In the meantime, your contribution is very important. I do need prayers so thank you again.
Warm wishes,
Cheryl de la Rey

Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Week 2: Adding a Photo

This is a building that's going up on Garsfontein Road in Pretoria.  It's going to be the new home of Deloitte according to the signage... but that isn't why I added this pic.  I have to pass this building on the way to most destinations as it's close to the highway and exceptionally large - so you can't miss it.  And each time I pass it - I think - this is what education should be like.  Us as educators - whether it be formal or informal sessions, should be providing adequate scaffolding for our learners that they can build their own tall towers of splendourous knowledge.  The catch with this scaffolding is that it's temporary.  It serves a very important purpose with regards to accomplishing the 4 floors that need to be completed. It doesn't look very pretty right now either - but it does serve a purpose. It gives the workers the confidence to do what they do best.  This should be the way that educators operate.  We should support the learners as long as need be - shape them - and then give them the room to go on their own - fade. 
Ah - but it's easier just to give instructions right?!  Wrong!!!! Why else do you think we have such dreadful results for numeracy and literacy?!

Let me now draw your attention to the reflective windows on the right hand side... that further adds to my analogy of how I believe the adventure of education should be.  It should reflect the hard work that educators, parents and adults alike put into nurturing this young mind.  But it should also have the quality of transparency so that we as adults can step back and admit our shortcomings and be sure to improve or edit so that the next building we set scaffolding up for - will be that much better.  
I know it's a tall order - excuse the pun.  But worthwhile none the less.   Education - and good sound education, at that - is the only way that we'll deal with and eventually overcome all the negative drama which we're faced with as communities and a country.

I dare you to make sure that you're providing solid scaffolding for an impressionable young mind - whether it be a numerically younger person, or a colleague who's new in the environment.

And where does this leave me at the end of week 2 of my adventure - it leaves me pondering.  Pondering on the best way forward where I can make my voice heard in my corner of the world - especially through the use of this blog.

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

Week 1 - Blogging Course

My name is Dezlin Jacobs. I am currently a project co-ordinator at SchoolNet SA which is an NGO based in Johannesburg.  Our core business is teacher training and professional development through the use of ICT and more specifically effectively integrating it into the curriculum in order to speak to the 21st century learner.  I am also a wife, Sunday school teacher, avid reader and groupie... my husband has a band. :-) 


But the heart of me - which I've rediscovered is that I love teaching.  For that reason, I'm on the quest to return to the classroom and make what I've learned whilst working at SchoolNet a reality for learners who are hungry to learn.   Ultimately, I know that I'm going to helping teachers realise their dormant passion for the profession and I believe the only way to do it... is to get back in the trenches!


For our first task - we need to reflect on how the first week went with the blogging course.


I must admit - it is not as easy as Twitter.  Then again - the fact that we have more characters at our disposal means that I can really write to my heart's content.  Something I used to enjoy doing as a student and then forgot when I supposedly grew up.  Now my talents are limited to long-winded and deep birthday cards and detailed reports on the training that's been concluded in the 2010-2011 year. 


At least this will give me an avenue to practice a talent, I think I may just possess :-).


I look forward to doing this more regularly - once a week and in so doing documenting my adventure - in teaching and life in general I suppose... which I believe has only just begun.


I actually have a tune in my head... we've only just begun! Sing along!

Click on the link:  We've Only Just Begun - The Carpenters