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Friday, May 22, 2009
reflecting on my blog
Blogging. Well. If we are being brutally and completely honest, most of the time I felt like an absolute loser for having a blog and keeping up with it. Not that I'm saying that only losers have blogs. Just that me having one made me feel like a loser. At times I got really into it. I would keep up with the word count and even have extra posts. This was the worst. At one point I even started to talk about it in public. Bad. Bad. Bad. Again, no offence to those of you who enjoy blogging, it just isn't my "thing". Mostly I just wanted to have a bunch of followers so that other people would see that I had a lot of followers and follow my blog as well because they thought that it must have been good since I had so many followers. I don't think I said follow/followers enough in that last sentence. Followers. Follow. Followers. Anyway, overall I thought I did ok. At first I talked about boring things like books. But eventually I realized that if I didn't want to read about books someone else had read, nobody else probably did either. For a while I had no topic in general that I was writing about. Actually, until I was stuck under the "Pop Culture" category, I just wrote about anything I could think of that I thought I could say a lot about. Let me say though, having a somewhat specific thing to write about definitely helped me to come up with ideas of what to say. Even now I still have trouble filling the word count. Currently at 272. (*exasperated sigh*) As for the continuance of this blog, I think I can truthfully say that I will more than likely never visit it again. Maybe I will leave it up/out/not delete it and then revisit it next year to see how many people have looked at it/commented on it in my absence, most of them probably after clicking on that next blog thing, which is really kind of cool; plus, I had no idea that so many people around the world had blogs, I thought it was just an american thing. While I think that I would have preferred blogging to writing in journals it is hard to say without having done both. This just always seemed like the faster way to get it done. Not necessarily easier. But faster.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
still
same thing as before, but with virginia woolf. blue= bad. pink= good.
Original:
Virginia Woolf
The most prominent British woman writer of our century, Virginia Woolf was born in London in 1882, the youngest daughter of Sir Leslie Stephen, a leading critic and editor. Frail in health as a child, she was educated mainly at home in her father's library. In 1904 she settled in the Bloomsbury district of London, joining an intellectual circle that came to include economist John Maynard Keynes and biographer Lytton Strachey. In 1917 she and her husband, Leonard Woolf, established the Hogarth Press, publisher of her own novels and of the first translated works of Sigmund Freud. In the 1920s her novels won wide attention[s]. Woolf's techniques were then new and radical: in Mrs. Dalloway (1925) she explores characters' streams of consciousness; in Orlando (1928) her Elizabethan hero defies time and lives for centuries, changing into a woman in midlife. As an essayist and critic, Woolf is remembered especially for The Common Reader (in two series, 1925 and 1932), The Death of the Moth (1942), and A Room of One's Own (1929). In 1941, depressed by ill health and by World War II, she weighted her pockets with stones and stepped into a river.
My version:
Virgin Wolf
The most promint (that is pro-mint, as in for mint) British woman of cent, Gini Woo, was born in Loo in 18, the youngest dater of Sir Lies Pen, a lad critic and editor. Frail as a child, he was mainly a she. The Boobs of London, a circle that Jo Man Keys, grapler Lytton Achey, and her husband, Lord Woof, established the Hog Press pub. Heron novels and the first translated works of Sig Fred won wide anions. Woofs were radical. Mrs. Dallay explores streams of cons. Orlando, her Elizabethan hero, defies Tim and lives for cents, changing into a woman, ass, and critic. Woolf remembered the como rad death moth and a room of sow. I[m]pressed by ill health and old weight she stepped into a river.
Again, much better.
Original:
Virginia Woolf
The most prominent British woman writer of our century, Virginia Woolf was born in London in 1882, the youngest daughter of Sir Leslie Stephen, a leading critic and editor. Frail in health as a child, she was educated mainly at home in her father's library. In 1904 she settled in the Bloomsbury district of London, joining an intellectual circle that came to include economist John Maynard Keynes and biographer Lytton Strachey. In 1917 she and her husband, Leonard Woolf, established the Hogarth Press, publisher of her own novels and of the first translated works of Sigmund Freud. In the 1920s her novels won wide attention[s]. Woolf's techniques were then new and radical: in Mrs. Dalloway (1925) she explores characters' streams of consciousness; in Orlando (1928) her Elizabethan hero defies time and lives for centuries, changing into a woman in midlife. As an essayist and critic, Woolf is remembered especially for The Common Reader (in two series, 1925 and 1932), The Death of the Moth (1942), and A Room of One's Own (1929). In 1941, depressed by ill health and by World War II, she weighted her pockets with stones and stepped into a river.
My version:
Virgin Wolf
The most promint (that is pro-mint, as in for mint) British woman of cent, Gini Woo, was born in Loo in 18, the youngest dater of Sir Lies Pen, a lad critic and editor. Frail as a child, he was mainly a she. The Boobs of London, a circle that Jo Man Keys, grapler Lytton Achey, and her husband, Lord Woof, established the Hog Press pub. Heron novels and the first translated works of Sig Fred won wide anions. Woofs were radical. Mrs. Dallay explores streams of cons. Orlando, her Elizabethan hero, defies Tim and lives for cents, changing into a woman, ass, and critic. Woolf remembered the como rad death moth and a room of sow. I[m]pressed by ill health and old weight she stepped into a river.
Again, much better.
wrong
the statement given about henry david thoreau on the essay the battle of the ants. yeah. it's wrong. i fixed it though. here is the original paragraph, everything in blue is what i got rid of, everything in pink is what is left.
Henry David Thoreau (1817- 1862) was born in Concord Massachusetts, where, except for short excursions, he remained [so] for the whole of his life. After his graduation from Harvard College, he taught school briefly, worked sometime as surveyor and house painter, and for a time worked in his father's pencil factory (and greatly improved the product). The small sales of his first, self-published book, A Week on the Concord and Merrimac Rivers (1849), led him to remark, "I have now a library of nearly nine hundred volumes, over seven hundred of which I wrote myself."
The philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson befriended his neighbor Thoreau; but although the two agreed that a unity exists between man and nature, they did not always see eye to eye on matters of politics. Unlike Emerson, Thoreau was an activist. He helped escaped slaves flee to Canada; he went to jail rather than pay his poll tax to a government that made war against Mexico. He recounts this brush with the law in his essay "Civil Disobedience" (1849), in which later readers (including Mahatma Gandhi of India and Martin Luther King Jr.) have found encouragement for their own non-violent resistance. One other book appeared in Thoreau's life time: Walden (1854), a searching account of his life in (and around, and beyond) the one-room cabin he built for himself at Walden Pond near Concord. When Thoreau lay dying, an aunt asked whether he had made his peace with God. "I did not know we had quarreled," he replied.
So now it reads:
Henry David Thoreau was short, he remained so for the whole of his life. After his graduation from Harvard College, he taught briefly as a house painter in his father's pencil factory and greatly improved his-self. A week on the Concord and Merrimac rivers led him to remark "I have now a library over myself."
The Waldo merson (as in mer-maid, mer-son) befriended his butt. The two agreed that a unity exits between man and nature, they did not always see eye to eye on matters of tics. Unlike merson, Thoreau was a slave to Canada; he went to jail rather than pay Mexico. He recounts this brush with Mahatma Gandhi. India and Marti the King Jr. have found encouragement for their own violent pear. In Thoreau's lifetime his life he built for himself. When Thore lay dying, an ant asked whether he had made squirrel. He lied.
Short, sweet, and to the point.
Henry David Thoreau (1817- 1862) was born in Concord Massachusetts, where, except for short excursions, he remained [so] for the whole of his life. After his graduation from Harvard College, he taught school briefly, worked sometime as surveyor and house painter, and for a time worked in his father's pencil factory (and greatly improved the product). The small sales of his first, self-published book, A Week on the Concord and Merrimac Rivers (1849), led him to remark, "I have now a library of nearly nine hundred volumes, over seven hundred of which I wrote myself."
The philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson befriended his neighbor Thoreau; but although the two agreed that a unity exists between man and nature, they did not always see eye to eye on matters of politics. Unlike Emerson, Thoreau was an activist. He helped escaped slaves flee to Canada; he went to jail rather than pay his poll tax to a government that made war against Mexico. He recounts this brush with the law in his essay "Civil Disobedience" (1849), in which later readers (including Mahatma Gandhi of India and Martin Luther King Jr.) have found encouragement for their own non-violent resistance. One other book appeared in Thoreau's life time: Walden (1854), a searching account of his life in (and around, and beyond) the one-room cabin he built for himself at Walden Pond near Concord. When Thoreau lay dying, an aunt asked whether he had made his peace with God. "I did not know we had quarreled," he replied.
So now it reads:
Henry David Thoreau was short, he remained so for the whole of his life. After his graduation from Harvard College, he taught briefly as a house painter in his father's pencil factory and greatly improved his-self. A week on the Concord and Merrimac rivers led him to remark "I have now a library over myself."
The Waldo merson (as in mer-maid, mer-son) befriended his butt. The two agreed that a unity exits between man and nature, they did not always see eye to eye on matters of tics. Unlike merson, Thoreau was a slave to Canada; he went to jail rather than pay Mexico. He recounts this brush with Mahatma Gandhi. India and Marti the King Jr. have found encouragement for their own violent pear. In Thoreau's lifetime his life he built for himself. When Thore lay dying, an ant asked whether he had made squirrel. He lied.
Short, sweet, and to the point.
Monday, May 18, 2009
why you should learn how to knit
this post has nothing to do with knitting.
two new people stories.
scene one: team. at a game. in waterloo? playing. winning. by a lot. me. standing. girl on the other team. running. running. running into me. girl turns. girl glares. girl says why don't you watch where you're going. scowl. what? seriously? why don't you get out of my way? except i'm not the one who ran into you. *sigh*
take two: this one is entirely my fault. me. in ap chem. 6th hour. end of the day. tired. have a question. ask snook. snook runs away. i follow her. quickly. snook. running. running. running. me. running. running. running. sliding. sliding. sliding. falling. falling. falling. BAM. lots of pain. major embarrassment. land behind the counter. have to stand up behind it in front of class. lots of laughter. still embarrassed.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
beg pardon!?!
check out these websites that, at first glance, appear to be not so, um, appealing. BEWARE. some of these are pretty bad.
the first one is a site called Who Represents where you can find out what agents represent which celebraties, their website name: http://www.whorepresents.com/, very child friendly
next we visit Experts Exchange where programmers can go to discuss and exchange ideas, visit them at http://www.expertsexchange.com/
looking for a reliable therapist? someone who makes you feel comfortable and right at home? check out Therapist finder at http://www.therapistfinder.com/. not working out for ya? maybe you'd be better off at http://www.accesstherapist.com/
also, for those of you interested in checking out the Mole Station Native Nursery located in New South Wales, take a look at their website http://www.molestationnursery.com/
need a new computer? check out the software at http://www.ipanywhere.com/. not satisfied? maybe you should talk to the experts at Web One, that's http://www.webone.com/
i just have a few things to say to these websites. first, doesn't anybody proof this before putting it out there for the world to see? second, what kind of a moron doesn't catch something like that? and third, my favorite one would have to be the speedofart one. too good. and i can actually see how they might have originally missed something like that. and now i just need 100 more words for this week so i am just going to type until i reach my marker. so some ridiculous security system thing keeps poping up and trying to guilt me into buy some new anti virus software, which i probably should do, but won't. it keeps asking if i would like to install it but instead of asking me to choose a simple yes or no, i have to pick between, no, i would rather leave me computer unprotected or yes, please save my computer from potential harmful viruses. what is all this about? it might as well be asking whether i would like my computer to crash now or if another time would be more convenient. i just need seven more words. done.
the first one is a site called Who Represents where you can find out what agents represent which celebraties, their website name: http://www.whorepresents.com/, very child friendly
next we visit Experts Exchange where programmers can go to discuss and exchange ideas, visit them at http://www.expertsexchange.com/
looking for a reliable therapist? someone who makes you feel comfortable and right at home? check out Therapist finder at http://www.therapistfinder.com/. not working out for ya? maybe you'd be better off at http://www.accesstherapist.com/
also, for those of you interested in checking out the Mole Station Native Nursery located in New South Wales, take a look at their website http://www.molestationnursery.com/
need a new computer? check out the software at http://www.ipanywhere.com/. not satisfied? maybe you should talk to the experts at Web One, that's http://www.webone.com/
teachers, there are websites out there for you as well. get the latest updates on what's happening in the classroom at http://www.teacherstalk.com/
art has taken it to a new level. visit Speed of Art at http://www.speedofart.com/ to see what i mean. its even better than her sister site, http://www.potsofart.com/hey all you taekwondo fans out there, visit the World Taekwondo Federation at http://www.wtf.com/
looking for a relaxing get away? take a trip to Lake Tahoe. for more information, visit http://www.gotahoe.com/i just have a few things to say to these websites. first, doesn't anybody proof this before putting it out there for the world to see? second, what kind of a moron doesn't catch something like that? and third, my favorite one would have to be the speedofart one. too good. and i can actually see how they might have originally missed something like that. and now i just need 100 more words for this week so i am just going to type until i reach my marker. so some ridiculous security system thing keeps poping up and trying to guilt me into buy some new anti virus software, which i probably should do, but won't. it keeps asking if i would like to install it but instead of asking me to choose a simple yes or no, i have to pick between, no, i would rather leave me computer unprotected or yes, please save my computer from potential harmful viruses. what is all this about? it might as well be asking whether i would like my computer to crash now or if another time would be more convenient. i just need seven more words. done.
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