Further, more than half of the unarmed people killed by police suffered from mental-health issues, drug intoxication, physical disability, or some combination of them. That’s something public-health policies can address head-on.
Yes, and BLACK PEOPLE SUFFERING IN THESE STATES ARE MORE LIKELY TO BE KILLED BY WHITE ONES. ALSO POLICE SHOULD KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE, HIGH PEOPLE, AND DISABLED PEOPLE WITHOUT KILLING THEM.
hat Persephone had brought from darker hell some saurian death’s head
What does this mean? It's pretty mysterious. I am curious and would be impressed if you figured it out. Persephone is the Queen of the underworld, but I don't know what a "saurian death's head" might be?
the King, our sovereign lord, his heirs and successors, kings of this realm, shall be taken, accepted, and reputed the only Supreme Head in earth of the Church of England, called Anglicana Ecclesia [the Anglican Church]
Given the teachings of Christianity and how most Christian denominations are set up, it's fairly shocking that a hereditary head of a denomination was successfully set up and is still in practice today.
Supreme Head of the Church of England
Not the Pope. But the King or Queen of England is the Supreme Head of the Church. I think this idea was a shock to most of Catholic countries in the Europe. The Act of Supremacy shows that how much the Church of England (and Henry VIII) wanted to be separate from the Catholic and expresses the righteous of their new state religion.
THE ACT OF SUPREMACY
The Acts of Supremacy are two acts of the Parliament of England passed in 1534 and 1559 which established King Henry VIII of England and subsequent monarchs as the supreme head of the Church of England. Prior to 1534, the supreme head of the English Church was the Pope of the Roman Catholic Church.
The affectionate deportment between father & son offers, in truth, the best example for that of tutor & pupil
Virginia, from my understanding, highly agricultural during the time of this document. In a state full of plantations, where assumably fathers were the head of such organizations and highly separated from the functioning of his family, why is a father-son relationship an ideal? Teaching up until a fairly older range of childhood was completed by teachers or mothers. This passage underlines a belief being eventuated through the University's start-up that the most valuable content learned by a growing boy is that learned by his father. The stereotypical nurturing qualities of a mother-son relationship are not highlighted here. This passage also suggests theres an alternative setup of tutor-pupil that doesn't reflect that of a father-son relationship. Is this version the University's planners are attempting to shy away from the traditional relationship of teacher-students? If so, how does this play a role in the University's teaching methods when compared to other universities?
In conformity with the principles of our constitution, which places all sects of religion on an equal footing,
Such an interesting choice for the writers of this document to choose the Constitution as their bases for religious equality, instead of the Declaration of Independence. As this article was created in 1818, the Constitution was not yet amended to include equality for all persons regardless of difference; the amendment wasn’t made until around the 1860’s. This means that the most prominent article discussing human equality was the Declaration of Independence. Yet, the writers avoided this document and opted for the Constitution as their grounds for religious equality. A rather smart move as in that time era, they could not be challenged. For if they had used the Declaration of Independence as their ground for equality, then many more cases challenging the decision to only admit Caucasian males onto their campus would have arisen and could possibly have won. The writers saved face by going toward a broader, yet equally as powerful document to state their cases; remarkable, simply remarkable. So, in the writers own manner, they did conform to the principle of the Constitution; it is but yet another reason as to the slow progression of the University in diversity today. Rules set in place a long time ago, will always set a path for the future to follow. If the future chooses to swim against the stream of the rules, it takes twice as much effort and twice as much time. Searching for equality in Charlottesville and in UVA is taking so much time and energy because the initial design never meant for the community to head in a direction of change.
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So then the person they save is not dead, but sometimes they’re not alive either. Like they need the technology to keep them going? Like they can’t be properly alive, but no one knows what to do with them? Not Dead. See?
The wording in this line reminded me of the scene from Monty Python and the Holy Grail where they try to wheel off the man who claims to be "not dead", but that's beside the point. I still find the concept interesting especially as technology increases and more lives are extended will we every reach a point where it's too much? If you can live forever as only talking head, is that person really still alive and is that a life you want to live?
To me it [embodied] means in-bodied so when I thinkembodied I think of somebody whose experience isgrounded in their body at that time...When I learntmedicine I noticed that there were times when you had tohave all your conscious awareness in your hands, likewhen you were palpating an abdomen, it’s no goodthinking what you had for breakfast or being dis-embodied in your own head, you actually have to putyour conscious awareness not just in your brain but rightinto your fingertips. And you get the feedback directlyfrom there. And when you’re listening to somebody’sheart, your embodied experience is really right in yourears and you’re trying to transfer that from an auditorything into a knowledge
Embodiment can physically mean as its words describe it to be grounded in the body. However, its the way that embodiment is experienced that doesn't make it just about the body. The way that somebody embodies an experience is what important, as the patient mentions listening to a heart can embody your experience into the ears. I think what is really important about embodiment is listening to your own body so that you can take in each experience. Furthermore, embodiment doesn't even have to be with sickness it can be just the listening of your own heart. It can just be how you embody your everyday living into the world.
Slowly from her seat in the corner rose Sojourner Truth, who, till now, had scarcely lifted her head. 'Don't let her speak!' gasped half a dozen in my ear. She moved slowly and solemnly to the front, laid her old bonnet at her feet, and turned her great, speaking eyes to me
I believe that she is brave for even trying to speak in front of people that did not even want her there
The head of the family usually eats alone; his wives and slaves have also their separate tables. Before we taste food we always wash our hands: indeed our cleanliness on all occasions is extreme
Reading this line makes me wonder how other family/slave relationships worked out
—she checked herself
'as she checked her self" she is beginning to reflect on her thoughts and her surroundings. The fact that the place that she originally felt so uncomfortable at is now a place that she longs to be. This shows the immense amount of character development that has occurred throughout the play, and how Fanny has grown as a person. However, it is possible that Mansfield has changed Fanny and the fact that the old family began to treat her so well got to her head. It speaks volumes on the fact that Fanny, for sure, is not the same character we are dealing with from the beginning of the novel.
The discovery of fossils dated from 6 to 7 MYA have extended the human family tree
Scientist found that chimps have the same shape of head as humans. So through the evolutionary tree you can determine that the chimps and humans share closely ancestors
a man who, but a few days before, to give me a sample of his bloody disposition, took my little brother by the throat, threw him on the ground, and with the heel of his boot stamped upon his head till the blood gushed from his nose and ears
It is very disturbing to me how conversational this line comes across. I am not sure if Douglass did this on purpose, but he does not give this thought much emphasis. It is almost as if this is just another day-to-day inconvenience. This shows the atrocities that black people faced on a regular basis.
Mr. DOUGLASS has very properly chosen to write his own Narrative, in his own style, and according to the best of his ability, rather than to employ some one else. It is, therefore, entirely his own production; and, considering how long and dark was the career he had to run as a slave,--how few have been his opportunities to improve his mind since he broke his iron fetters--it is, in my judgment, highly creditable to his head and heart.
Frederick Douglass made sure he wrote his own narrative, he wanted people to see what he lived through and not what someone else would have said he lived through. He wrote the truth.
She looked toward the river road where the willow-line was still yellow with frosted leaves so that under the high grey fog they seemed a thin band of sunshine.
I could really see the sunset in my head. Very strong imagery. What is the Willow- line
The head of each executive department and agency shall identify and quantify all sources of direct and indirect Federal aid or assistance to the Government of Mexico on an annual basis over the past five years, including all bilateral and multilateral development aid, economic assistance, humanitarian aid, and military aid. Within 30 days of the date of this order, the head of each executive department and agency shall submit this information to the Secretary of State. Within 60 days of the date of this order, the Secretary shall submit to the President a consolidated report reflecting the levels of such aid and assistance that has been provided annually, over each of the past five years.
Meliora students, how much does the US Federal government spend on aid/assistance to Mexico each year?
August 'twas the twenty-fifth, Seventeen hundred forty-six; The Indians did in ambush lay, Some very valiant men to slay, The names of whom I'll not leave out. Samuel Allen like a hero fout, And though he was so brave and bold, His face no more shalt we behold Eteazer Hawks was killed outright, Before he had time to fight, - Before he did the Indians see, Was shot and killed immediately. Oliver Amsden he was slain, Which caused his friends much grief and pain. Simeon Amsden they found dead, Not many rods distant from his head. Adonijah Gillett we do hear Did lose his life which was so dear. John Sadler fled across the water, And thus escaped the dreadful slaughter. Eunice Allen see the Indians coming, And hopes to save herself by running, And had not her petticoats stopped her, The awful creatures had not catched her, Nor tommy hawked her on the head, And left her on the ground for dead. Young Samuel Allen, Oh lack-a-day! Was taken and carried to Canada.
The rhyme scheme was nice, the flow pattern was nice, and the story it tells is like an illustration.
But God ceaseth not to be God, and mercy claimeth the penitent, and mercy cometh because of the atonement; and the atonement bringeth to pass the resurrection of the dead; and the resurrection of the dead bringeth back men into the presence of God; and thus they are restored into his presence, to be judged according to their works, according to the law and justice.
I'm pretty sure this is the order of salvation given in this verse:
I keep wanting to switch 2 and 3, but I don't know if that's because it's so contrary to what I know or because it ought to be switched. In any case, it does say that "mercy cometh because of the atonement", sooo...
Speaking of contrary, Romans 5:6-8 and 6 flips all of that on its head:
And in other situations in which we arc trying to communicate how something should be done, it can be more useful to create an animation or video that demonstrates the steps in a process than to write out instructions.
In the golden age of internet videos, I find it difficult to follow written instructions whenever I need to learn how to do something because sometimes they tend to be unclear or even wrong. Instead, I find myself watching YouTube videos that teach me how to do the exact same thing. It is easier to see how to do something you don't know and then repeat it than to read how to do something, play it in your head, and then try to repeat it yourself. In the case of the Voyager Golden Record, we had done our best to instruct an alien civilization how to find planet Earth; we just have to hope that if the record will be received by an intelligent life-form, the life-form will be intelligent enough to make sense of a binary code.
body language
Amy Cuddy is an American social psychologist who has produced significant research on nonverbal behavior and language. In her TEDx Talk, Amy Cuddy shared research (both her own as well as that of others) that demonstrates the significance of body language and other nonverbal cues in our daily interactions and perceptions of our environment. Our emotions and our physiology are influenced by and understood through our nonverbal expressions. Nonverbal expressions of power and dominance cause humans and animals alike to make themselves bigger. When we feel powerful, we take up more space by spreading ourselves on a couch or entering a room emphatically and assertively. These expressions of power are “universal and old.” In fact, they are ingrained within us. Congenitally blind people and those born with sight perform the same gesture of pride when they win at a physical competition. It doesn't matter if they've never seen anyone do it. Both groups of people lift their arms over their head in a V shape and lift their chin - this is the posture of pride studied extensively by Jessica Tracy.
In contrast, expressions of powerlessness make the person or animal small. When we feel powerless or scared, we close in on ourselves, and wrap ourselves up. We don’t want to bump into the person next to us. As a professor at a competitive collegiate institution, Amy Cuddy has observed classic cases of alpha male gestures of dominance as well as gestures of powerlessness most often occurring within populations of women in her classes.
Some people raise their hands really high and occupy a lot of space in the classroom environment; others appear to be “collapsing in on themselves” when they enter her classroom. Correlated with gender, expressions of power engender greater participation in class; expressions of powerlessness are associated with lower participation in the classroom setting. So, even though equally qualified women and men enter the same university, they still experience differences in grades, a fact that seems to be partly attributable to participation. So Cuddy hoped to answer the question of whether or not our nonverbal expressions govern how we think, feel, and behave. She also wanted to explore if one could experience a behavioral outcome by faking confidence and enthusiastic participation.
Physiologically, those who feel more powerful are more likely to be assertive, confident, and optimistic; these people feel that they will win even at games of chance. Powerful people take more risks, and show higher levels of testosterone or the dominance hormone, and lower levels of the stress hormone cortisol. For one of Cuddy’s experiments, people were made to adopt either high power poses or low power poses. First, participants spat in a cup. Then, for two minutes, participants would either adopt a high-power or low-power pose. After two minutes, participants are asked to rate how powerful they feel on a series of items. Then, they are given an opportunity gamble, and afterwards spit in another cup.
Cuddy’s results:
Cuddy’s results demonstrate that as little time as two minutes of power-posing can lead to hormonal changes and behavioral differences, causing us to either feel confident or stress-reactive. In order to apply the significance of body language and power posing to real life, Cuddy and fellow researchers needed to choose a situation that is comparatively evaluative and invites social threat, and other stressors. They felt the most relatable situation would be that of a job interview. Participants in this second study either adopt low-power or high-power poses and aftwerwards undergo a stressful, five-minute job interview. Participants are recorded and judged during the interview. Judges are trained in nonverbal cues, and appear with stoic expressions the entire time.
Four independent coders then evaluate the interview tapes of the study’s participants, and determine who they would hire. These coders are unaware of the hypothesis and conditions of the experiment’s participants. Participants who adopted the high-power poses were hired, and rated more positively overall. The content of the participants’ speech was not necessarily the determining factor. In other words, their linguistic communication did not significantly influence their hiring. The presence of their speech (their enthusiasm, passion, and seeming authenticity) did, all of which was influenced by their initial body language.
Amy Cuddy’s TEDx Talk: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ks-_Mh1QhMc
Meanwhile our Indians kindled a fire, and when it was well lighted, each took a brand and burned this poor wretch a little at a time in order to make him suffer the greater torment. Sometimes they would leave off, throwing water on his back. Then they tore out his nails and applied fire to the ends of his fingers and to his [penis]. Mterwards they scalped him and caused a cer-tain kind of gum to drip very hot upon the crown of his head. Then they pierced his arms near the wrists and with sticks pulled and tore out his sinews by main force, and when they saw they could not get them out, they cut them off. This poor wretch uttered strange cries, and I felt pity at seeing him treated in this way. Still he bore it so firmly that sometimes one would have said he felt scarcely any pain. They begged me repeatedly to take fire and do like them. I pointed out to them that we did not commit such cruelties, but that we killed people outright, and that if they wished me to shoot him with the arque-bus, I should be glad to do so. They said no; for he would not feel any pain. I went away from them as if angry at seeing them practice so much cruelty on his body. When they saw that I was not pleased, they called me back and told me to give him a shot with the arquebus. I did so, without his perceiving any-thing, and with one shot caused him to escape all the tortures he would have suffered rather than see him brutally treated. When he was dead, they were not satisfied; they opened his body and threw his bowels into the lake. Mter-wards they cut off his head, arms and legs, which they scattered about; but they kept the scalp, which they had flayed, as they did with those of all the others whom they had killed in their attack. They did another awful thing, which was to cut his heart into several pieces and to give it to a brother of the dead man to eat and to others of his companions who were prisoners. These took it and put it into their mouths, but would not swallow it. Some of the Algonquin Indians who were guarding the prisoners made them spit it out and threw it into the water. That is how these people act with regard to those whom they capture in war. And it would be better for them to die fighting,
i love how vivid and detailing this peace of text is, it is just a sad image of someone getting completely tortured, although it is looked down upon in today's day i'm sure this was a tradition which was an act that was not strange to anyone in the clan
They came slowly to meet us with a gravity and calm which I admired; and at their head were three chiefs, Our Indians likewise advanced in similar order, and told me that those who had the three big plumes were the chiefs, and that there were only these three, whom you could recognize by these plumes, which were larger than those of their com-panions; and I was to do what I could to kill them, I promised them to do all in my power, and told them that I was very sorry they could not understand me, so that I might direct their method of attacking the enemy, all of whom undoubtedly we should thus defeat; but that there was no help for it, and that I was very glad to show them, as soon as the engagement began, the courage and readiness which were in me
Apologizing before War???
The latter is possibly dictated by biological constraints, such as the need to keep whiskers dry to maintain their sensory performance (19) or to maximize peripheral vision while drinking.
The whiskers of a cat are incredibly sensitive; they act like a 'sixth sense' to detect sound vibrations or the tiniest gusts of wind. This can warn the cat of danger or help it track down prey. This method of lapping not only keeps the whiskers dry but also allows the head to face forward, so the cat can watch out for danger.
Democratization enables vulgarization. As cultural practices become more common, they also become more coarse and misinterpreted. In the early twentieth century, the young print journalist Walter Lippmann claimed that U.S. citizens are too gullible and ill informed to govern a modern, complex society. In response, philosopher-activist John Dewey responded that in a democracy, the answer was not, as Lippmann sug-gested, to confine governance to an elite but rather to make the entire pop-ulation less gullible through better public education and better informed through better journalism.6
This hits the nail on the head in reference to one of my previous annotations on the fact that the only reason Russia felt bold enough to invest time to create fake American profiles was because they felt the American people were gullible enough to fall for their propaganda. It is up to the people to educate themselves into not falling for this series of media directed attention.
So he didn’t give him the coat and they shot him in the head and he died and then the coat got blood on it and they left the coat there.
he died for nothing
the madwoman
The Madwoman in the Attic: The Woman Writer and the Nineteenth-Century Literary Imagination is a 1979 book by Sandra Gilbert and Susan Gubar, in which Gilbert and Gubar examine Victorian literature from a feminist perspective. Gilbert and Gubar draw their title from Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre, in which Rochester's wife (née Bertha Mason) is kept secretly locked in an attic apartment by her husband. Context provided by Wikipedia
Jane Eyre: "In the deep shade, at the further end of the room, a figure run backwards and forwards. What it was, whether beast or human being, one could not... tell: it groveled, seemingly on all fours; it snatched and growled like some strange wild animal: but it was covered with clothing, and a quantity of dark, grizzled hair, wild as a mane, hid its head and face."
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre, New York, 1960, p.295
Erëmirë's comment: The dwelling of Bertha Mason's madness is the attic, the dark nonproductive space of her mind, a space commonly inhabited by spiders and their webs. Both Bertha and Arachne have been removed from the sphere of power, demonized and rendered marginal. The pairing of Arachne and Bertha is not accidental, Arachne's art of weaving was qualified as nonproductive because it told stories that contested larger narratives produced by gods [such as the rape of Europe], while Bertha Mason the not-quite-human-Other, the white Jamaican Creole who is not-yet-European, she destabilizes the narrative of white Europe. So, removing the distance between her and animality - discursively - is easier than bringing her closer to europeaness.
Hey, Gary.
someone made the point the other day about how much Cohn looks like Rob Corddry and now i can't get that out of my head.
social capital offline only helps those who currently have high levels of economic and symbolic capital.
Again, I think the theoretical point behind social capital is that all relationships can have some value but it is also to show how some connections have more value than others. Certainly, knowing your neighbor or sharing stories with the clerk at the 7-11 is helpful to those how live in poverty. But, for those who are born at the top, they know the head of the corporations so the pay off is bigger. Both pay off but one pays off more.
Like Roland’s ghost winding a silent horn.
French epic poem, "The Song of Roland", tells the tale of the Battle of Roncevaux Pass. The protagonist Roland has a hunting horn that can be used to summon help, however he initially refuses to use it. When he is finally convinced to use it, their defeat was already inevitable. Roland, as a final act, blows the horn so loud and with so much conviction his head bursts. He is then taken away by angels. When Mr. Flood raises his jug like a horn, something else is conjured.
that which presents an intellectual and emotional complex in an instant of time.
Max Ernst "Max Ernst Showing A Young Girl The Head Of His Father"
DeAndre Harris, a black teacher's aide from Charlottesville, was brutally beaten by white supremacists in a parking garage close to Police Headquarters; the assault was captured by photographs and video footage.[69][99] The footage showed a group of six men[100] beating Harris with poles, metal pipe, and wood slabs,[69][101] as Harris struggled to pick himself off the ground.[101] Harris suffered a broken wrist and serious head injury.[102] The attack was investigated by Charlottesville police, with help from the Virginia State Police and FBI.[99] On August 27, Daniel P. Borden was arrested and charged with malicious wounding in connection with the assault.[100][103] Another man, Alex Michael Ramos, was also charged with malicious wounding in connection with the attack,[100] and was arrested the following day.[3] Separately at the rally, "a man was captured on video shooting at the ground in the direction of an African-American counterprotester."[100] Richard W. Preston, the self-identified imperial wizard of the Confederate White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan, was arrested on August 25 and charged with discharging a firearm within 1,000 feet of a school.
There were so many occurrences that I hadn't known about before. Heather Heyer was widely discussed, but I was under the impression that her death was the act of violence that ended the rally. There were many acts, mostly racial hate-crimes, but also violence aimed at the LGBTQ community and others. The city had even attempted to reduce the damage by directing the rally away from the mall where a brawl took place, but they were limited in what steps they were allowed to take.
as those who come after us shall find expedient. They will be more advanced than we are, in science and in useful arts, and will know best what will suit the circumstances of their day.
The foresight of the charterers is pretty incredible to read through. This concept of foresight really came to a head during the enlightenment period. We see it in the exhaustive efforts for creating a US constitution (or a US in general), and this example shows the continuation of this mindset; it might be worthy to note that a founder had considerable provision over the creation of this school. Before contrasting this mindset of foresight with modern mindsets, it's important to note that this concept was applied because of the context of the situation: the beginning of a nation, or the beginning of a university. This makes it obvious as to why we see multiple examples of foresight being explicitly mentioned. At the same time, just because the nation is not still in its toddler phase, does not mean we should so easily become accustomed to thinking with limits to only our lives and none thereafter. It seems apparent that the concept of foresight has steadily fallen out of the norm with parts of society that are in power positions. As aforementioned, the context of our current state clearly shows why it would decrease from the times in which our nation was beginning; but this does not make the fall any more acceptable. With the advent of newer technology and quicker forms of gratification, it seems as though there has been a rise in short-term goals, solutions, and mindsets. Of course, these are broad generalizations; nevertheless, I don't hear or see much foresight in a lot of society today as refreshing as what we see in the works of our nation's- and our university's- founders.
chimæra
I looked this word up on google, and the two uses of the word seem to refer to a classification of fish and a mythological Greek monster composed of more than one animal, typically with the head of a goat, head of a lion, and head of a snake (pictured below). Did this word have a different meaning in the 1800s? If not, why did the writers use it here?
Ours on the same correct principle, should be adapted to our arms & warfare; and the manual exercise, military maneuvres, and tactics generally, should be the frequent exercises of the students, in their hours of recreation. It is at that age of aptness, docility & emulation of the practices of manhood, that such things are soonest learnt, and longest remembered.
An emphasis on physical fitness is not a part of the University's mission today, as college students work out on their own schedule. It seems that the concept of exercise was introduced for two reasons: 1) to ensure fitness for potential military endeavors, as the men would be potentially eligible for a draft, and 2) a connection is made between physical fitness and the agility of the brain. Fear of maintaining masculinity also plays a role in this inclusion, for exercise is referred to as "the practices of manhood". The preparation for these men to become strong, head of the household protectors seemed something important enough for the University to wish to include in the curriculum.
Alphonse McCain, CEO of McCain Industries… The man selling horrible weapons overseas… The target of the Soaker and the hidden terrorist group…is Bella’s father… He shook his head, causing sweat to crawl down his neck. No… That’s not the main issue right now. That man…was the man I saved in the river a couple of weeks ago. The man that shot himself… Did I…save a monster?
ughhhhh
“What?” “We’ve been friends for almost our entire lives. And a majority of the time, she’s…been through hell.” Bella started shuddering at her recollections. “Her parents divorced when she was five. Her mother died when she was seven. Soon after her father took her in, he physically abused and almost raped her…” She fell into a squat, clutching her head. “She lived with her aunt before getting kicked out to live on her own during all of high school. I tried to bring food as often as I could, but she usually wouldn’t accept it. And her part-time jobs gave pocket change for ridiculous amounts of disgusting work…” “Bella…” “She finally stopped getting picked on at school when rumours of her killing her parents started to spread. Just because she lived alone and paid for everything herself, people made THAT kind of conclusion?! Could they not see how gentle she was?! How much strength was in her smile?! She…had to grin and bear it all…” Bella felt a hand drop on her head. Klaus gently stroked her bleached locks of blonde hair. “…That’s enough. You’re being too hard on yourself when you’re probably the only reason Maya lasted this long.” “What are you–” “During her rampage, she didn’t want to think about you. She knew that what she was doing would mean forsaking all the kindness you’ve given her over the years.” Bella covered her face with her hands as Klaus squatted down as well. “She wouldn’t want you to feel this burdened by her.”
ITS SO BAD
07:45 Frank Contreras I remember when I first got the, the beat and I kept looping it over and over and I did a little rap to it and I showed my friend Richard and he kind of took it to the next level. Mine was like, "this is the life of a Mexican with noble cause (inaudible ) pants some penalties. I was rapping kind like that and then, he's like "I got it! I got it!" And then he went home and a couple days later, I went to his house and he, I remember, he just busted open the screen door and came out like, (inaudible ). I was like, "Wow! All right, let's go to my house and record it." We, we went to my house to recorded it.
Anecdotal and really allows the viewers to imagine a scene up in our head of what might have actually happened.
As it has been throughout the nation's history, Massachusetts is in the center of the political storm that is dividing the country.
Historical context (common for Massachusetts to be where political issues come to a head)
But experts say the energy transition needs to speed up drastically to head off the worst effects of climate change.
This is correct. While many countries show gradual declines in their emissions, global emissions are not yet declining. The past few years, global annual CO2 emissions have not increased as much as they did previously and remained roughly constant. However, to halt global mean temperature rise annual CO2 emissions have to become zero.
Temperance first, as it tends to procure that coolness and clearness of head, which is so necessary where constant vigilance was to be kept up, and guard maintained against the unremitting attraction of ancient habits, and the force of perpetual temptation
Start with temperance because, quite frankly, it is the building block for all other moral virtues. Might make rash, not so smart decisions if you're drinking to elevation.
Here the language of the constitution is addressed especially to the courts. It prescribes, directly for them, a rule of evidence not to be departed from. If the legislature should change that rule, and declare one witness, or a confession out of court, sufficient for conviction, must the constitutional principle yield to the legislative act?
I wonder about this. Justice Marshall is saying that if Congress changes a law against what the Supreme Court has ruled, then should the Supreme Court yield to Congress? One thing that was going over in my head reading the chapter is that a united Congress, or one of massive majority power from one party, is completely unchecked by the other two branches. They can resubmit vetoed proposals, and override Court legislation. This seems like to much power doesn't it? Marshall seems to be asking something similar-should we yield or hold fast?
many a young lady went to bed that night with her head full of happy cares as well as Fanny.
For the first time since her arrival to Mansfield Park, Fanny is seen as an object of affection. She has aged gracefully into a beautiful young woman and is finally teated as a member of the family with actual value in society. Here, for a moment, Fanny is picturing the pursuit of a husband as many high society girls do when they come of age, as one of adventure and fun. But despite these new feelings of acceptance, Fanny is still an object - just one worth looking at now. Her anxiety begins to come forth further down as she laments over her inexperience in these social settings and her lack of confidence showing that now that she’s worth looking at, there’s the possibility that she’ll only be judge more critically as she goes forward in life. It begs the question as to whether Fanny was better off as she was before.
many a young lady went to bed that night with her head full of happy cares as well as Fanny
For a second, Fanny is like so many other young girls in society whimsically looking for husbands. Is Fanny an insider now that she is treated as more of a woman with a societal value as Sir Thomas does? Does she herself believe it as this line leads a reader to believe? But then her worries begin to compound a few lines down. She doesn't have pretty dresses. She has no way of wearing William's cross. She has "anxious considerations." Do these anxieties make her an outsider, or is it natural for a newly 'out' girl to think this way? Either way, this line and the paragraph it is in begin to blur the distinction between insider and outsider. Being an other for years at Mansfield Park, what does this change mean for Fanny's identity?
Because there was little else to do, one of them chased a stray with his tail between his legs and shot him through the head.
This also illustrates the environment that they are in, They start killing for animals for no reason. They are depressed and sad. Waiting for better to come
and shot him through the head.
dramatic shift
This isn’t as simple as flipping a classroom or two.
This is an odd statement to make in an article about CBE. I don't see the relationship between flipping classes and CBE, so it makes me wonder if I am defining CBE properly. For me, CBE is measuring a series of competencies and focusing education on the areas that are lacking (an endeavor that I am generally skeptical about in terms of how well and how reliably those competencies are being measured and demonstrated). Conceptually, it is a difficult sentence to wrap my head around and had me trying to make sense of it in relation to the whole.
tuated for commerce. Here are seven large canals, on which the merchants ships come up to the very doors of their houses. The shops and warehouses are of a surprising neatness and magnificence, filled with an incredible quantity of fine merchandise, and so much cheaper than what we see in England, that I have much ado to persuade myself I am still so near it. Here is neither dirt nor beggary to be seen. One is not shocked with those loathsome cripples, so common in London, nor teased with the importunity of idle fellows and wenches, that chuse to be nasty and lazy. The common servants, and little shop-women, here, are more nicely clean than most of our ladies; and the great variety of neat dresses (every woman dressing her head after her own fashion) is an additional pleasure in seeing the town. You see, hitherto, I make no complaints, dear sister; and if I continue to like travelling as I do at present, I shall not repent my project. It will go a great way in making me satisfied with it, if it affords me an opportunity of entertaining you. But it is not from Holland that you may expect a disinterested offer. I can write enough in the stile of Rotterdam, to tell you plainly, in one word that I expect returns of all the London news. You see I have already learnt to make a good bargain; and that it is not for nothing I will so much as tell you,
her intended audience for the letters she is writting are different per each letter.
But her dress was something so surprisingly rich, that I cannot forbear describing it to you. She wore a vest called dualma, which differs from a caftan by longer sleeves, and folding over at the bottom. It was of purple cloth, strait to her shape, and thick set, on each side, down to her feet, and round the sleeves, with pearls of the best water, of the same size as their buttons commonly are. You must not suppose, that I mean as large as those of my Lord ——, but about the bigness of a pea; and to these buttons large loops of diamonds, in the form of those gold loops, so common on birth-day coats. This habit was tied, at the waist, with two large tassels of smaller pearls, and round the arms embroidered with large diamonds. Her shift was fastened at the bottom with a great diamond, shaped like a lozenge; her girdle as broad as the broadest English ribband, entirely covered with diamonds. Round her neck she wore three chains, which reached to her knees; one of large pearl, at the bottom of which hung a fine coloured emerald, as big as a turkey-egg; another, consisting of two hundred emeralds, close joined together, of the most lively green, perfectly matched, every one as large as a half-crown piece, and as thick as three crown pieces, and another of small emeralds, perfectly round. But her ear-rings eclipsed all the rest. They were two diamonds, shaped exactly like pears, as large as a big hazle-nut. Round her talpoche she had four strings of pearl —— the whitest and most perfect in the world, at least enough to make four necklaces, every one as large as the duchess of Marlborough's, and of the same shape, fastened with two roses, consisting of a large ruby for the middle stone, and round them twenty drops of clean diamonds to each. Besides this, her head-dress was covered with bodkins of emeralds and diamonds.
She talks about the fashion she observed which is a way of showing wealth in the culture of Ottoman Empire. The more a "sultan" dresses with expensive clothing and wears fine jewelry, the more power she has.
They wore little garlands of flowers, and their own hair, braided, which was all their head-dress; but their habits were all of gold stuffs. These served her coffee kneeling; brought water when she washed, &c. —— 'Tis a great part of the work of the older slaves to take care of these young girls, to learn them to embroider, and to serve them as carefully as if they were children of the family. Now, do you imagine I have entertained you, all this while, with a relation that has, at least, received many embellishments from my hand? This, you will say, is but too like the Arabian tales.
Question/ Assumption
Do these embellishments or decorations impose a sign of wealth? Or highness?
I don't mention this as one of my diverting adventures; though I must own, that it is not half so mortifying here as in England; there being as much difference, as there is between a little cold in the head, which sometimes happens here, and the consumption cough, so common in London
Central purpose:
The central purpose of this article is to explain her life as the traveler and where she in traveling. She is comparing to England. She is explaining later on her encounters and experiences she has with locals.
Because there was little else to do, one of them chased a stray with his tail between his legs and shot him through the head.
Seems to be a common thing between stories of animal cruelty
Because there was little else to do, one of them chased a stray with his tail between his legs and shot him through the head
This made me recall the part in the book on page 11 where the women killed the dog with a shovel. As with many of the other stories we read, it seems like animals are always getting killed or tormented
The Afterdeath backed away from her growing radiance. Natalia shook her head and curled her lips up as her armour and sword turned completely white.
her determination pushed her through, thinking about all her friends!!!! DETERMINATION
“…I’ve been scared for so long. He’s always in so much pain… I never know what he’s thinking… He’s just like my…” Images flashed in Annette’s head. Her mother in hysterics on the phone. The officers inspecting the roof of the townhouse. The white tape and large blood splatter on the pavement below. “Daddy’s in heaven now, dear…”
DADDY ISSUES BOI BOYS LIKE THOSE DADDY ISSUES ;)
I am Sergio Zavala and I am a Rhetoric and Writing studies major in San Diego State University. Writing is, of course, the one hobby I enjoy doing the most, especially creative writing. I have written a few short stories by using the creative writing method Flash fiction, which is a fun and not that hard to learn method to use. I am interested in publishing my first fictional novel; I only have around 12,000 more words to write. Then I guess I will keep writing and see what else I can get out of my head.
Thanks for sharing Sergio. it is wonderful you are writing a novel, and even more impressive you are almost finished. Have you thought of joining the Medium.com writing community? I wonder if it is worth looking them up.
I am Sergio Zavala and I am a Rhetoric and Writing studies major in San Diego State University. Writing is, of course, the one hobby I enjoy doing the most, especially creative writing. I have written a few short stories by using the creative writing method Flash fiction, which is a fun and not that hard to learn method to use. I am interested in publishing my first fictional novel; I only have around 12,000 more words to write. Then I guess I will keep writing and see what else I can get out of my head.
Thanks for sharing Sergio. it is wonderful you are writing a novel, and even more impressive you are almost finished. Have you thought of joining the Medium.com writing community? I wonder if it is worth looking them up.
Chris scratched the back of his head. “…See, that’s the thing. They kinda happened…simultaneously.”
lol i doubt the police would come to a guy who said he had a dream that would be unbelievable
"'Well, chilern, whar dar is so much racket dar must be somethmg out o kilter. I tink dat 'twixt de niggers of de Souf and ·de women at de N orf all a talkin' 'bout rights, de white men will he in a fix pretty soon. But what's all dis here talkin' 'bout? Oat man oher dar say dat women needs to be helped into carriages, and lifted oher ditches, and to have de best place every whar. Nobody eher help me into carriages, or ober mud puddles, or gives me any best place [and raising herself to her full height and her voice to a pitch like rolling thunder, she asked], and ar'n't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! [And she hared her right arm to the shoulder, showing her tremendous muscular power.] I have plowed, and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me-and ar'n't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man (when I could get it), and bear de lash as well-and ar'n't I a woman? I have borne thirteen chilern and seen 'em mos' all sold off into slavery, and when I cried out with a mother's grief, none but Jesus heard-and ar'n't I a woman? Den dey talks 'bout dis ting in de head-what dis dey call it?' 'Intellect,' whispered some one near. 'Oat's it honey. What's dat got to do with women's rights or niggers' rights? If my cup won't hold but a pint and yourn holds a quart, would n't ye be mean not to let me have my little half-measure full?' And she pointed her significant finger and sent a keen glance at the minister who had made the argument. The cheering was long and loud.
Truth addresses the misconception or the stereotype that the strong black woman is barely woman at all. During this time it was apparent that submissive nature and domestic work defined women, however Truth pointed out that all women were not built up alike, but were women nevertheless.
Slowly from her seat in the corner rose Sojourner Truth, who, till now, had scarcely lifted her head. 'Don't let her speak!' gasped half a dozen in my ear. She moved slowly and solemnly to the front, laid her old bonnet at her feet, and turned her great, speaking eyes to me.
It appears that many people people feared for her to speak because of how much knowledge she had to get her point across.
every eye was fixed on this almost Amazon for1?3, ':hich st?0d nearly six feet high head erect, and eye piercing the upper air, hke one m a dream.
Who could be this amazon?
I have plowed, and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me-and ar'n't I a woman?
I have heard this speech multiple times and even reading it casually you can hear the emotion within every word that is read,
every eye was fixed on this almost Amazon for1?3, ':hich st?0d nearly six feet high head erect, and eye piercing the upper air, hke one m a dream.
I think of King Saul. He was known for his leadership presence and Strong and tall build, which made people want to follow him.
"Slowly from her seat in the corner rose Sojourner Truth, who, till now, had scarcely lifted her head. 'Don't let her speak!'
I think that it is interesting that in this monumental speech there were so many that were opposed to her speaking in the first place. I have known about the historical significance of this piece, but I never knew that she wasn't asked to the event.
The use of expressive language is also greatly used in the oral community, which Ong expanded on in his chapter. Being expressive can create more imagery in a listeners head, which is why this language is used more in oral communities. Description also helped the listener with memorization. The Sundiata tale was made in two versions. The first version is my D.T. Niane, who created a translation for Western readers. The difference in Niane was less expressive, but stating what happen with no deep description. The the language used in oral communities, described by Ong, does have certain devices which is seen in Johnson’s translation.
I enjoyed reading this. You show a good understanding of Ong and the Sundiata text. You should include more detailed textual analysis in homework assignments, and make these a bit more "polished" (more precise language, slightly deeper analysis). Look forward to reading more.
There were no degrees awarded after completion, but it was a way for students to gain extra knowledge and skills.
hmmm.. this is super hard for me to wrap my head around because today the idea of buying books to MAYBE open it once for a class has made my generation see college as a scam. If only we had this mindset..
“Well,” said his wife, after the business of the tea-table was getting rather slack, “and what have they been doing in the Senate?” Now, it was a very unusual thing for gentle little Mrs. Bird ever to trouble her head with what was going on in the house of the state, very wisely considering that she had enough to do to mind her own. Mr. Bird, therefore, opened his eyes in surprise, and said, “Not very much of importance.”
Here we see how surprised the Senator is when his wife dares to ask a question about what he has been doing, showing the ignorance that is expected of the typical "housewife".
unworthy the head of a civilized nation:
Britain is barely civilized the way they're responding to the colonists' demands.
To one who does not understand, everything seems impossible: but when things are understood, everything becomes clear. I would guess that whoever first undertook this task learned something about it from sense experience. Probably, someone who had formerly had a very active imagination suffered an injury to the front of his head and afterwards no longer possessed the imagination faculty, although his reason and memory remained unaffected. And when this happened it was noticed by the philosopher. And similarly injuries to other parts of the head impeded other functions of the mind so that it could be established with certainty which areas of the brain controlled which mental functions, especially since in some men these areas are marked by very fine lines. Therefore, from evidence of this sort, which could be perceived by the senses, an insensible and intellectual operation of the mind has been made clear.
Of course, the organization of the brain presented by the nephew is terribly inaccurate. I find it ironic that Adelard comes to the defense of that incorrect organization with what is actually a correct and useful method of determining the function of brain structures today. In other words, the conclusion is all wrong, but the method is useful! Much attention is spent today on assessing the victims of brain damage in order to try to further our understanding of the mysterious brain.
Cognition, from this per-spective, cannot be explained by computationalmodels of structures and processes ‘in the head’;rather, one must look to the intact activity systemsin which the individual participates. Such systemsalways necessarily include social relationships,physical and temporal contexts, symbolic and ma-terial resources (such as tools), and historicalchange. From this perspective, cognition is ‘a com-plex social phenomenon ... distributed – stretchedover, not divided among – mind, body, activity,and culturally organized settings (which includeother actors)’ (Lave, 1988, p. 1). The structuresof interest, then, are the interactional structures ofsuch social and material systems, not structures inthe individual mind.
This complexity of multiple systems incorporated through relationships, contexts, resources, and change build these structures within and amongst each other where as this is how they grow and intertwine within differents contexts, allowing them to branch amongst multiple venues for growth and exploration, affecting multiple layers.
For if countrysounds white, it is perhaps worth considering the possibility thatsomething claiming the status of ‘white culture’, something like apurportedly American whitenesshowever historically baselessisnotreflectedin country music, but is, rather, partiallyproducedby it.
I think this distinction is an important one for Mann to make in this introduction. He's not necessarily claiming that country music is a reflection of "white culture"--instead, he turns that claim on its head and states that country music produces whiteness. I find the idea of production vs. reflection intriguing, and I think it's something to keep an eye on throughout the argument.
There was a fishy flavor to the milk, too, which I could not at all account for, till one morning happening to take a stroll along the beach among some fishermen’s boats, I saw Hosea’s brindled cow feeding on fish remnants, and marching along the sand with each foot in a cod’s decapitated head, looking very slip-shod, I assure ye.
Why the milk tastes fishy: the cows eat fish.
eel like this holds truth because it is difficult for me to formulate what I want to say in my head, but when brainstorming “half-formed thoughts on the page,” it enables me to begin writing
Good point and good connection to the text.
Memory was there all the while. Her house, her shed, her skin, were all the same— weathered— and she didn’t do anything, especially, except hum as she moved; Memory, in essence, was unmemorable.
memory i think is either talking about our memories in our head and we always have that someone up there just waiting to be remembered upon.
In closing, I asked the students to consider what if any "new knowledge" or understanding did they discover, uncover, or construct as a result of doing this assignment
I think the power of collaborative learning/ LCs is not what "I" learned but what did we learn together.
I'm sure leaning integration can happen inside one's head; it's social.
charges the Indians five bucks a head to enter.
serious shade
We would enter the raw scores into a spreadsheet and send it to the department head at the end of the semester. No meetings, no discussions, no impact on instruction. Many of us were confused—this seemed more about compliance than helping students.
Bad use of data.
I told them, they had as good knock me in head as starve me to death.
How are they having conversations together? I thought she couldn't speak her language. She is beginning to become less patient with their actions and threats, however, and is speaking back to them.
they told me I disgraced my master with begging, and if I did so any more, they would knock me in the head. I told them, they had as good knock me in head as starve me to death.
A lot of people seem to want to hit Mary in the face. She must come off as insufferable to them.
Then I went home to my mistress’s wigwam; and they told me I disgraced my master with begging, and if I did so any more, they would knock me in the head. I told them, they had as good knock me in head as starve me to death.
This is like the senioritis of captivity; she's past the point of even caring anymore.
that it would be no matter if my head were off too.
They were so kind previously, why are they saying this now?
and his squaw gave me some ground nuts; she gave me also something to lay under my head, and a good fire we had
They are quite hospitable.
at last an old Indian bade me to come to him, and his squaw gave me some ground nuts; she gave me also something to lay under my head, and a good fire we had; and through the good providence of God, I had a comfortable lodging that night.
she is thanking god instead of the indian who took her in. Idiotic.
I told them the skin was off my back, but I had no other comforting answer from them than this: that it would be no matter if my head were off too.
Oh.
If it is the case that we ought to do things that, predictably, most of us won’t do, then let’s face that fact head-on.
Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.
The story went from 0 to 100 REALLY fast.
cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head
Find it very interesting that one of the traditions in this village is to stone people.
Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him
Damn thats kind of harsh. im assuming this lottery isnt good
Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of
The point of the author putting this in here is to show how cruel humans are to each other, and how others just stand by and let it happen. It depicts our cruel human nature
Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of
Didn't see that one coming
Now, I'll read the names--heads of families first--and the men come up and take a paper out of the box.
Subtle, yet not subtle inequality social standards can suggest time setting. Man is seen as head of the household and is accurate representation of the mid 1900's.
Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.
well this took a turn
A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone."
I know stoning was used in the Bible to condemn/punishment the guilty, but this was done randomly.
The other shook his head and examined his new possession closely. "How do you do it?" he inquired.
It sounds like the paw could also bring desperation to the surface as well as greed.
This story was obviously really descriptive and did a really great job at placing an actual image and play in my head. Descriptiveness is the back bone of this story. I could really see a clear picture of characters, not only them but what they wore or even what they were doing at the moment. Overall, this story pulled me in right away and kept me lured and intrigued the whole way.
Again, they would say this summer that they would knock all the rogues in the head,
There's a lot of head knocking or threatening to hit people in the face in this. I wonder if they view Mary as a rogue in some way? Brings up the question of how she got in this situation again.
but there must be a willingness on our part, for GOD to do these things for us, for we may be assured that he will not take us by the hairs of our head against our will and desire, and drag us from our very, mean, low and abject condition.
David is saying that God isn't going to take us from our low points, that we have to be willing to do it ourselves.
but there must be a willingness on our part, for GOD to do these things for us, for we may be assured that he will not take us by the hairs of our head against our will and desire, and drag us from our very, mean, low and abject condition.
It seems as if he was saying that if we do right by god he won't punish us. That we have to be willing to do those things in order to receive the things we want from god.
If you don't know what road shark is, it's an image of a shark swimming on a flooded highway that rears its Photoshopped head every time there's a hurricane or major water-related event. The image, of course, is fake.
This actually looked very realistic, scary what photoshop can do
an image of a shark swimming on a flooded highway that rears its Photoshopped head every time there's a hurricane or major water-related event. The image, of course, is fake.
Of course it's fake, who would believe that a highway can flood enough for a shark to swim in it, and i'm not going to even mention how it would be possible for a shark to reach a highway regardless.
smitten part
its the guys head
Bannadonna lay, prostrate and bleeding, at the base of the bell which was adorned with girls and garlands. He lay at the feet of the hour Una, his head coinciding, in a vertical line, with her left hand, clasped by the hour Dua. With downcast face impending over him, like Jael over nailed Sisera in the tent, was the domino; now no more becloaked. It had limbs, and seemed clad in a scaly mail, lustrous as a dragon-beetle’s. It was manacled, and its clubbed arms were uplifted, as if, with its manacles, once more to smite its already smitten victim. One advanced foot of it was inserted beneath the dead body, as if in the act of spurning it.
Yo this dude made a robot and it killed him. This is like some crazy ancient idea of artificial intelligence trying to take over and kill humans. Guess people will always fear what they dont understand
“your master will quickly knock your child in the head.”
What was comprehension of the native languages to every day settlers/explorers? How do we know they actually said things like this to her?
“your master will quickly knock your child in the head.”
what does this mean? who is her master? "knock your child in the head" I'm assuming means kill
I then remembered how careless I had been of God’s holy time; how many Sabbaths I had lost and misspent, and how evilly I had walked in God’s sight; which lay so close unto my spirit, that it was easy for me to see how righteous it was with God to cut off the thread of my life and cast me out of His presence forever
Repentance. Accepted her mistreated as God's punishment upon her unholy head.
“your master will knock your child in the head,” and then a second, and then a third,
Is the Indian telling the speaker that the speaker's master will come to kill the babe?
your master will quickly knock your child in the head
Clearly they didn't mean it, kid would have been "knocked" by this point, surely.
“your master will knock your child in the head,” and then a second, and then a third, “your master will quickly knock your child in the head.”
What does this mean? I wonder if they are serious and malicious, or if they are teasing her? Either way it is cruel. However, they have put up with it for awhile, so I don't see why they would change their minds now
sometimes one Indian would come and tell me one hour that “your master will knock your child in the head,” and then a second, and then a third, “your master will quickly knock your child in the head.”
Cruel words for someone's suffering child..
"You are loosed from your moorings, and are free; I am fast in my chains, and am a slave! You move merrily before the gentle gale, and I sadly before the bloody whip! You are freedom's swift-winged angels, that fly round the world; I am confined in bands of iron! O that I were free! O, that I were on one of your gallant decks, and under your protecting wing! Alas! betwixt me and you, the turbid waters roll. Go on, go on. O that I could also go! Could I but swim! If I could fly! O, why was I born a man, of whom to make a brute! The glad ship is gone; she hides in the dim distance. I am left in the hottest hell of unending slavery. O God, save me! God, deliver me! Let me be free! Is there any God? Why am I a slave? I will run away. I will not stand it. Get caught, or get clear, I'll try it. I had as well die with ague as the fever. I have only one life to lose. I had as well be killed running as die standing. Only think of it; one hundred miles straight north, and I am free! Try it? Yes! God helping me, I will. It cannot be that I shall live and die a slave. I will take to the water. This very bay shall yet bear me into freedom. The steamboats steered in a north-east course from North Point. I will do the same; and when I get to the head of the bay, I will turn my canoe adrift, and walk straight through Delaware into Pennsylvania. When I get there, I shall not be required to have a pass; I can travel without being disturbed. Let but the first opportunity offer, and, come what will, I am off. Meanwhile, I will try to bear up under the yoke. I am not the only slave in the world. Why should I fret? I can bear as much as any of them. Besides, I am but a boy, and all boys are bound to some one. It may be that my misery in slavery will only increase my happiness when I get free. There is a better day coming."
This part of the passage sounds like a poem..so sad..so beautiful..
heads immobile for theirentire lives
never been able to turn head, only can see the wall in front of them their whole lives, they don't know whats behind them, they see the shadows on the walll
Then they set me upon a horse with my wounded child in my lap, and there being no furniture upon the horse’s back, as we were going down a steep hill we both fell over the horse’s head, at which they, like inhumane creatures, laughed, and rejoiced to see it, though I thought we should there have ended our days, as overcome with so many difficulties. But the Lord renewed my strength still, and carried me along, that I might see more of His power; yea, so much that I could never have thought of, had I not experienced it.
They did end up helping her, but it wasn't a lot of help. She seems to have a strong hold on her faith and uses it to help her get through this.
hen they set me upon a horse with my wounded child in my lap, and there being no furniture upon the horse’s back, as we were going down a steep hill we both fell over the horse’s head,
Since indians rode their horses bareback, and Englishmen rode their horses using saddles, it must have been quite difficult to maintain her balance upon the horse. Something that was so natural to the indians was not for her, which is why they laughed at her, seeing her as inferior
as we were going down a steep hill we both fell over the horse’s head,
She has fell down holding this child twice, I understand that she is miserable but she needs to count this childs safety as a factor. A horse is a long way to fall, especially for a young child
I sit at my computer and wait for Barbara, who once poured yogurt on my head in front of the entire field hockey team, to tell me the details of her breakup with her current boyfriend. While I wait, I chat with Alison, who, years ago, stole my pants during gym and cut a hole in the crotch area, and who needs advice on how to sleep-train her baby. Still, while all this is going on, I play online Scrabble with Rachel, who, when I was 12, told everyone I had faked getting my period for attention.
These memoirs really start the piece off strong by giving the vibe of the author's conflict between evidence and her later actions
students rarely see its relevance. Even if we are able to design a project that has them apply their knowledge in real-world ways,
I believe that if students do not see a point or need to learn something then there is no drive for them to understand it. Even for me in my college general education classes, I still found myself saying "why do I need to know this, it's boring, I'm never going to actually teach this stuff, and it's just two extra years the college took advantage of my money." If my professors took the time to say oh your an education major well then look you can learn about this and have this information in your head to teach your future students. instead I was the sponge that two many teachers and professors preach to.
a terrifying ordeal he felt compelled to help kids survive
This sentence presents the idea of helping kids face and work through fears head on through a safe medium
Bannadonna lay, prostrate and bleeding, at the base of the bell which was adorned with girls and garlands. He lay at the feet of the hour Una, his head coinciding, in a vertical line, with her left hand, clasped by the hour Dua. With downcast face impending over him, like Jael over nailed Sisera in the tent, was the domino; now no more becloaked.
Bannadonna built some kind of robot to strike the bell every hour and instead ended up striking him; leaving him dead.
After the death of a husband an Hindi widow was expected to live the life of an aesthetic, renouncing all social activities, shaving her head, eating only boiled rice and sleeping on thin coarse matting (Moore 2004). To many, death may have been preferable, especially for those who were still girls themselves when their husband's died.
How can this be okay?
I tried to take this with my head down, and I worried that my disinterested taking of · measurements might not be the proper response to something giving m.e life
I think that science isn't disinterested because it helps the environment
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Couldn't highlight everything I wanted to annotate, but the truth was brought up in such a traumatic way and in the end resulted in his own death. Did the truth really set him free ?
THE" MULATTO 305 "Ge?rges understoo? that it was no longer time to beg, for he had raised the veil that covered his master's crime; thus he stood up resolutely. "'Leave ... get out,' Alfred shouted at him. . "Instead of leaving, the mulatto crossed his arms on his chest and, with a fierce look, eyed his master scornfully from head to foot. "'Get out! get out, I say,' continued Alfred, more and more angrily. '"I' t l . ' d G m no eav1ng, answere eorges. . "'This is defiance, you wretch.' He made a motion to strike him, but his hand remained at his side, so full of pride and hatred was George's gaze. "'What! you can leave her to be killed, to have her throat cut, to be mur-dered,' said the mulatto, 'when you know her to be innocent ... when, like a coward, you wanted to seduce her?' "'Insolent! What are you saying?' "'I'm saying that it would be an infamous deecl to let her die ... ' "'Georges ... Georges .... ' "'I am saying that you're a scoundrel,' screamed Georges, giving full rein to his anger, and seizing Alfred by the arm ... 'ah! she'll die ... she will die because she didn't prostitute herself to you ... because you're white ... because you're her master ... you lying coward.' "'Careful, Georges,' replied Alfred, trying to take a tone of assurance. 'Be careful that instead of one victim tomorrow, the executioner does not find two.' "'You talk of victim and executioner, wretch/ shouted Georges .... 'So that means she dies ... her ... my Zelia ... but you should know that her life is linked to your own.' "'Georges!' "'You should know that your head will remain on your shoulders only so long as she lives.' '"Georges ... Georges!' "'You should know that I will kill you, that I'll drink your blood, if even a hair on her head is harmed.' "During all this time, the mulatto was shaking Alfred with all his strength. "'Let me go,' cried Alfred. · "'Ah! she's dying ... she's dying' ... the mulatto screamed deliriously .. '"Georges, let me go!' "'Shut
This would have never really happened in real life, George would've been hung with his wife for this but I think at this part Alfred was sparing his son because he had grown fond of him.
THE MULATTO 307 "'What do you wa t 'th ' Alf n WI me, red whispered in a trembling voice. "'To compliment h b" ' · you on t e 1rth of your child ' answered a voice that seemed to emerge from the tomb. ' "Alfred shook from head to toe, his hair stood on end and a cold sweat poured over his limbs. . ' "'I don't know you,' Alfred muttered weakly .... "'Georges is the name.' "'You .... ' '"You thought I was dead, I suppose,' said the mulatto with a convulsive laugh. · "'Help ... help,' cried Alfred. "'Who will help you,' rejoined the mulatto ... haven't you dismissed your servants, haven't you closed your doors, to be alone with your wife ... so you see, your cries are useless ... you should commend your soul to God.' "Alfred had begun to rise from his chair, but at these last words he fell back, pale and trembling. '"Oh! have pity, Georges ... don't kill me, not today.' "Georges shrugged his shoulders. 'Master, isn't it horrible to die when you're happy; to lie down in the grave at the moment you see your fondest dreams coming true ... oh! it's horrible, isn't it,' said the mulatto with an infernal laugh .... "'M G 1 ercy, eorges .... "'And yet,' he coatirrned, 1such is your destiny ... you shall die today, this · hour, this minute) without giving your wife your last farewell .... ' "'H . . } ave pity ... pity .... "'Without kissing your newborn son a second time .... ' "'Oh1 ' . mercy ... mercy. "'I think my vengeance is worthy of your own ... I would have sold my soul to the Devil, had he promised me this moment.' "'Oh! mercy ... please take pity on me,' said Alfred, throwing himself at the feet of the mulatto. "Georges shrugged his shoulders and raised his axe. "'Oh! one more hour of life!' "'To embrace your wife, is that it?' "'One minute .... ' "'To see your son again, right?' '"Oh1 h . ' . ave pity .... "'You might as well plead with the starving tiger to let go his prey.' "'In God's name, Georges.' "'I don't believe in that any longer.' 1' 'In the name of your father .... ' "At this, Georges's fury subsided. "'My father ... my father,' repeated the mulatto, tears in his eyes. 'Do you know him ... qM tell me his name .... What's his name ... oh! tell me tell me his name ... I'll pardon you ... I'll bless you.' "And the mulatto nearly fell on his knees before his master. But suddenly, sharp cries were heard. · · ·
The fact that Alfred is begging George to spare his life three years after George was begging Alfred to spare his wife's life was karma. And the fact that George really had the patience to wait the three years out until Alfred was happy to make his move. Like a" starving tiger to let go of his prey".
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What exactly are the odds that they would actually meet one another? This moment was beautiful for them to reunite but quickly turned bad when Alfred decided to beat him.
Or that the dog at the bottom of the stairs keeps having mild strokes, which cause her to tilt her head inquisitively and also to fall over
I find this description of the dog very upsetting, because she cares about her dog and to have to see her dog go through these strokes has to be very difficult. Jo Ann also does a good job of helping me understand what the stroke looks like, in her eyes, when it occurs
Winberg has deep ties to the coal and gas industries, as well as a key role in a controversial “clean coal” technology project.
Winberg may not have background in science, but he has years of work in gas industries and most likely knows and understands the rights and wrongs well enough to be head of the Office of Fossil energy.
The local head of the Salvation Army, Major David Taube, was even quoted in The Janesville Gazette, questioning Paul Williams' morality.
That seems a bit extreme. Mr. Williams was just following a basic law.
he term "church" in i
This comment raised an interesting question in my head. Does it matter what church is defined as in Missouri? I mean, can't anything technically be called a church nowadays if someone wants to claim it as a church? So why does Alito ask how Missouri interprets the term, "church"?
His head being turned back, he passed a crook of the road, and looking forward again, beheld the figure of a man, in grave and decent attire, seated at the foot of an old tree. He arose, at Goodman Brown's approach, and walked onward, side by side with him.
The traveler could be a work acquaintance. In the 2 sentences afterwards, by context clues, they seem to know each other fair enough by not only name but also of Brown's wife whom in past text had said they're only 3 months married.
An audience member yelled out, “what skills does a hack require?” Abhi shook his head. “Not much,” he replied, “you could solve a problem through marketing.” When asked, only around a third of the room raised their hands to identify as software developers.
Para el Data Week sería bueno hablar de la pregunta por si éramos los de las ideas o los de el código.
The intelligence of the defeat of the army recently stationed at Cape Marie, reached the ears of the unhappy Paulina, and with horror she heard that her beloved brother in his attempt to regain St. Nicholas, breathed out his valuable life in the cause of freedom, and for his country.
I felt this on a whole other level considering that I have a brother who was heavy in the streets. It isnt war but the area I live in isnt even safe for children. I always warned my brother of dreams I would have that signified his death. I always worried about him when he would leave home. My fears came true when he ended up in the hospital from being pistol whipped in the head. Though he didnt die it changed his lifestyle.Maybe if she would have been able to warn her brother, the outcome might have been different.
After much unpleasant reflections on her pitiable situation, Madame Paulina resolved to address a letter, soliciting the advice of her brother, then at Cape Marie', and at the head of a party of his patriot brethren, who like him, disdained slavery, and were determined to live free men, or expire in their attemptsfor liberty and independence.
It seemed as though shes puts all her trust in her brothers. She values her brothers opinion and by asking him about slavery I feel that she deep down she wants that freedom as do many others but fear puts her in a painful place.
The once verdant plains, round its environs had been crimsoned with the blood of innocence, and the nature of the times afforded no security to the oppressed natives of Saint Nicholas
This sentence describes the scene so well, you can picture it in your head. "The once verdant plains, round its environs had been crimsoned with the blood of innocence", makes me think of a huge field covered in bodies and blood.
like an heroine of the age of chivalry
The decision to associate a "heroine" with "chivalry" was a peculiar one, especially given the time period that this was written during. The word "chivalry" usually has a masculine undertone. It is very interesting that its usage is turned on its head in this way.
Theresa thought of the brave St. Clair; she imagined she saw her beloved uncle weltering in his blood, and the barbarous French fixing his venerable head on a pole, and it exposed on a cross road, as the head of a rebel.
In contrast to other narratives we have read like Britton Hammon and the poem "Bars Fight," the hate and barbarous depictions are set upon the actual oppressors of the slaves, which would be in this case, the French.
After much unpleasant reflections on her pitiable situation, Madame Paulina resolved to address a letter, soliciting the advice of her brother, then at Cape Marie', and at the head of a party of his patriot brethren, who like him, disdained slavery, and were determined to live free men, or expire in their attemptsfor liberty and independence.
This is the purpose of the writing and good intro into the piece. Though her situation is not ideal or "pitiable," she still wanted to write a letter showing the struggle for freedom and independence.
Anon Britannia droops the pensive head, While round increase the rising hills of dead.
Is this trying to tell us how many people have died?
Anon Britannia droops the pensive head, While round increase the rising hills of dead.
This is describing how many people died because of this war. it seems to me she is blaming the war on the British.
Hymnals of the Black Church
A lot of this article is way over my head because of my limited knowledge on religion, but I do think that Southern analyzes African American hymnals on a deeper level than Philips. While Philips approached the subject from a "big picture" point of view, Southern takes a much closer look at the hymnals themselves.
Interesting article from the perspective of offering a project process by phase. But I do disagree with one premise on page 21: "but the realities of design are rarely, if ever, as clearly delineated as the process describe below". Why? Is it not true that as more people are educated regarding design thinking and the higher stakes of producing successful design that the process is in fact becoming more structured in terms of clearly identified pieces.
The points on discovery (page 24) often lacking aligns with what the head of a local consulting firm mentioned when visiting SI. His point was that "nobody is doing discovery". Truthfully, I am not sure why but do like to author's point that "the more one knows about a topic, the more one forgets what it is like not to know". That is why cross functional teams are more effective - ask the finance person or HR person what they think! Reach for a more objective viewpoint through people not as familiar with design.
Couple of other points: Page 29 view that a successful focus group depends on a successful moderator. But what about the personal biases of the moderator? I would suggest that it might not be difficult to have this bias, whether conscious or unconscious "persuade" the group to adopt viewpoints they would otherwise not endorse. How do you compensate for this?
Page 35:idea that intuition is a learned understanding and respect of process molded by experience. Agree somewhat but not 100%. I believe there is such a thing as intuition stemming from a "sixth sense" of what good design constitutes. Was all of Steve Job's design triumphs only based on experience and not "feelings"? Did Lee Iaccoca and the Ford Mustang design team in the 1960's (most successful new car introduction of all time) really on experience? How could they when the Mustang was a radically different type of car than ever sold before?
lovely maiden-shape, like to the immortal goddesses in face; and Athene to teach her needlework and the weaving of the varied web; and golden Aphrodite to shed grace upon her head and cruel longing and cares that weary the limbs. And he charged Hermes the guide, the Slayer of Argus, to put in her a shameless mind and a deceitful nature.
trying to building her with good qualities, maybe to be liked and loved
So he ordered. And they obeyed the lord Zeus the son of Cronos. Forthwith the famous Lame God moulded clay in the likeness of a modest maid, as the son of Cronos purposed. And the goddess bright-eyed Athene girded and clothed her, and the divine Graces and queenly Persuasion put necklaces of gold upon her, and the rich-haired Hours crowned her head with spring flowers.
she is getting pampered up by a lot of the gods of greece mythology
I was seldom whipped by my old master, and suffered little from any thing else than hunger and cold. I suffered much from hunger, but much more from cold. In hottest summer and coldest winter, I was kept almost naked--no shoes, no stockings, no jacket, no trousers, nothing on but a coarse tow linen shirt, reaching only to my knees. I had no bed. I must have perished with cold, but that, the coldest nights, I used to steal a bag which was used for carrying corn to the mill. I would crawl into this bag, and there sleep on the cold, damp, clay floor, with my head in and feet out. My feet have been so cracked with the frost, that the pen with which I am writing might be laid in the gashes.
That is so sad :(
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors.” Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head: “Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it Where there are cows? But here there are no cows. Before I built a wall I’d ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense.
This passage reminds me a bit of the end of the "Seth Compton" poem, from Masters' Spoon River Anthology. Although it seems to lack the acidity that Masters' poem has, instead seeming to be an attempt at reasoning with the narrator's neighbor, it is still a passage which serves to remind listeners that our perceptions of the world are entirely individual. Just as Compton laments that people will continue to "Choose your own good and call it good," it appears that the neighbor in Frost's poem seems to follow this mindset, repeating his father's refrain despite the narrator's counterpoints. Despite the refusal to let go of his mindset, however, I do believe that the narrator of Frost's poem is far more compelling in his argument, as he appears to be discussing for the sake of understanding, rather than for the sake of winning, or of placing himself above his audience. This is perhaps because Compton, in Masters' poem, is dead and possibly resentful of the life he left behind, whereas the narrator in Frost's poem is still alive, and still has the desire to mend the bond between him and those around him.
This legislation, however, did not stem the tide of racial or ethnic abuse that persisted well into the 1960s.
It's really hard for me to wrap my head around the hatred white people had (and still have in some situations) towards black people all because of the color of our skin.
“two boys bled in the sawdust and dirt at the feet of a nigger woman holding a blood-soaked child to her chest with one hand and an infant by the heels in the other.” Sethe holds her dead child’s face “so her head wouldn’t fall off.” After killing one daughter, Sethe tries to nurse the other, “aiming a bloody nipple into the baby’s mouth.”
I think this can vividly show how horrific slavery really was, the fact that the mother thought killing her own child was better than being able to live life but as a slave is just terrible.
“two boys bled in the sawdust and dirt at the feet of a nigger woman holding a blood-soaked child to her chest with one hand and an infant by the heels in the other.” Sethe holds her dead child’s face “so her head wouldn’t fall off.” After killing one daughter, Sethe tries to nurse the other, “aiming a bloody nipple into the baby’s mouth.”
The psychological toll of being a slave pushes a mother to associate murder with protection. It seems that any alternative is better than allowing your own children to suffer to the hands of a slave owner.
How do you reconcile in your head about letting people disavow the law?” Wilkerson continued. “The second part of my question is this: If you need to go home tonight and line up your babies as you say, and your grandbabies, which one of them could you look in their eyes today and tell them that they’re expendable for another foreign person to have a nicer life?
Wilkerson presents a false dichotomy where U.S. citizen must suffer for immigration. The overarching theme in this article is that undocumented immigrants are alien criminals who hurt U.S citizens to thrive.
Accordingly, students are now advised that the knowledge they gain in their majors will not be useful for long unless coupled with skills and dispositions that enhance their ability to fi nd and take advantage of new opportunities
This is something I struggle with: My college and graduate professors valued knowledge over skill, and I think that resulted in poor preparation for the workforce. However, I have a hard time wrapping my head around how to make sure I help students gain the skill set they as well as the knowledge they need to be competent nutrition professionals.
has emotional appeal
of course it does! we're not robots! I think John Dewey writes somewhere about intellectual passions. No educated person would split head from heart. But don't forget, by this analysis, emotions are the products of the intellect. Read a poem. Listen to music. I also recall Plato's Republic and Symposium: intellect is driven by passions, eros, actually!
Great God, direct, and guard him from on high, And from his head let ev'ry evil fly! And may each clime with equal gladness see
To me he is basically praying to god to keep the king from doing wrong
Great God, direct, and guard him from on high, And from his head let ev'ry evil fly!
Let God direct the British King and he will not be tempted to do evil things.
And since we all came from a womanGot our name from a woman and our game from a womanI wonder why we take from our womenWhy we rape our women, do we hate our women?I think it's time to kill for our womenTime to heal our women, be real to our women
Tupac uses repetition; he uses the word women repeatedly to emphasize his feelings towards women and to also get the audience to feel what he feels towards women.
And now my son's gettin' older and older and coldFrom havin' the world on his shoulders
Tupac uses a hyperbole to portray how his son his getting older and how his life is getting harder because he has so many things to worry about, hardships, or struggles in his life.
It seems tha rain'll never let upI try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up
This is an analogy because it talks about the rain never stopping to fall which in reality he is talking about obstacles and challenges in life that continuously are being thrown at him. Then he tries to keep his head up and not be affected by these hardships that he has in his life.
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juiceI say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
Tupac is using synecdoche to compare aspects of an object to a part or whole of the object.
You look so proud standing there with a frown and a cigarette
this is imagery, and the author uses it to create an image in the listener's head, and add interest to the song
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit (Nigga what the fuck) And squeeze, until the bed's completely red
Throughout the song he has been contemplating suicide but this is the first time he actually says he wants to pull the trigger. He uses MAN vs. SELF conflict because he is going through this horrible battle by himself.
If that makes living a morally decent life extremely arduous, well, then that is the way things are
we ought to do things that, predictably, most of us won’t do, then let’s face that fact head-on.
He was delighted to see him, for he had long since supposed him dead. He laughed so loudly that the clouds were broken and a rainbow appeared above the trees.
Why do I want to hug this large, disembodied head?
And shook his head, and was again alone. There was not much that was ahead of him, And there was nothing in the town below– Where strangers would have shut the many doors That many friends had opened long ago.
After reading this I'm given the impression that whoever was speaking to Mr. Flood was merely a figment of his imagination. The lines make note that there isn't anything in the town below, and implies that these doors were open long ago. Perhaps this is Mr. Flood's return to his home, where he plans to live the rest of his life until his death.
He raised again the jug regretfully And shook his head, and was again alone.
Earlier we are shown Mr. Flood take great care in placing the jug down on stable Earth. Here he picks it up again with regret, perhaps hating that he is losing his stability again by drinking. Assuming that what is in the jug is alcohol (how else would he see two moons?) him getting drunk makes him lose his balance of emotion. He is reminded that he is alone. The illusions caused by the drink don't seem to sit well with him.
Now, evolutionary psychologists tell us that human nature just isn’t sufficiently altruistic to make it plausible that many people will sacrifice so much for strangers. On the facts of human nature, they might be right, but they would be wrong to draw a moral conclusion from those facts. If it is the case that we ought to do things that, predictably, most of us won’t do, then let’s face that fact head-on
If it is the case that we ought to do things that, predictably, most of us won’t do, then let’s face that fact head-on.
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Upon its head, with red extended mouth and solitary eye of fire, sat the hideous beast whose craft had seduced me into murder, and whose informing voice had consigned me to the hangman. I had walled the monster up within the tomb!
His paranoia and hauntings never die
One night as I sat, half stupified, in a den of more than infamy, my attention was suddenly drawn to some black object, reposing upon the head of one of the immense hogsheads of Gin, or of Rum, which constituted the chief furniture of the apartment.
Example of suppressing his brewing emotions with alcohol
God speed the year of jubilee The wide world o’er When from their galling chains set free, Th’ oppress’d shall vilely bend the knee, And wear the yoke of tyranny Like brutes no more. That year will come, and freedom’s reign, To man his plundered fights again Restore. God speed the day when human blood Shall cease to flow! In every clime be understood, The claims of human brotherhood, And each return for evil, good, Not blow for blow; That day will come all feuds to end. And change into a faithful friend Each foe. God speed the hour, the glorious hour, When none on earth Shall exercise a lordly power, Nor in a tyrant’s presence cower; But all to manhood’s stature tower, By equal birth! That hour will come, to each, to all, And from his prison-house, the thrall Go forth. Until that year, day, hour, arrive, With head, and heart, and hand I’ll strive, To break the rod, and rend the gyve, The spoiler of his prey deprive — So witness Heaven! And never from my chosen post, Whate’er the peril or the cost, Be driven.
Considering the special social background of that time, having a religious poem can give more credit to the authenticity of his article. It is more convincing at that time.
Night-hawk, and he told the Old-man that he would help him all he could; so he flew away up in the air -- so far that he looked like a black speck. Then he came down straight and struck that rock an awful blow -- 'swow!' -- and broke it in two pieces. Indeed he did. The blow was so great that it spoiled the Night-hawk's bill, forever -- made it queer in shape, and jammed his head, so that it is queer, too. But he broke the rock, and Old-man stood upon his feet.
even though the old man is terrible to the animals they still help him since he gave them life
"Old-man heard him and -- Ho! but he was angry. He looked about to see who was laughing at him and that made Kingfisher laugh again, longer and louder than before. This time Old-man saw him and SWOW! he threw his war-club at Kingfisher; tried to kill the bird for laughing. Kingfisher ducked so quickly that Old-man's club just grazed the feathers on his head, making them stand up straight. "'There,' said Old-man, 'I'll teach you to laugh at me when I'm sad. Your feathers are standing up on the top of your head now and they will stay that way, too. As long as you live you must wear a head-dress, to pay for your laughing, and all your children must do the same. "This was long, long ago, but the Kingfishers have not forgotten, and they all wear war-bonnets, and always will as long as there are Kingfishers.
war- bonnet to hide what the old-man (napa) did to him
"'Well,' replied the mallard drake, 'paint my head green, and put a white circle around my throat, like a necklace. Besides that, I want a brown breast and yellow legs: but I don't want my wife painted that way.'
colors of the duck
he would like the man, and decided to probe the possibility."So, Doc. Did the judge give you a choice? Between the Army and the Marines, I mean."Nichols snorted. There was a twinkle in his eyes. "Not hardly! 'Marines for you, Nichols.' "Mike shook his head. "You poor bastard. He let me pick. Since I wasn't crazy, I took the Army. I wanted no part of Parris Island."Nichols grinned. "Well . . . You were probably just up for assault and battery, I imagine. One bra
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Next Generation Digital Learning Environment (NGDLE) As mentioned in the Medium blog, the setup for the commons was described as going in the direction described by the EDUCAUSE NGDLE report. One thing North Carolina is doing is turning the typical LMS-driven procurement approach on its head. When I asked Rascoff how the apps would be pulled together, he said that the primary plan was to set up all accepted apps with Single Sign On (SSO) capabilities. Rascoff described that since the LMS is not where learning occurs for the most part, his team is leaving that decision up to the campuses and focusing their efforts on the learning apps.
No, but she’s taught me a thing or two! All I said was that she was using the wrong frets and tried to adjust her fingering. And she jumps up and says, “Frets? I’ll give you frets!” With that, she clobbers me with the lute so that my head goes right through,
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And I may not omite hear a spetiall worke of Gods providence. Ther was a proud & very profane yonge man, one of ye[91]sea-men, of a lustie, able body, which made him the more hauty; he would allway be contemning ye poore people in their sicknes, & cursing them dayly with greēous execrations, and did not let to tell them, that he hoped to help to cast halfe of them over board before they came to their jurneys end, and to make mery with what they had; and if he were by any gently reproved, he would curse and swear most bitterly. But it plased God before they came halfe seas over, to smite this yong man with a greeveous disease, of which he dyed in a desperate maner, and so was him selfe ye first yt was throwne overbord. Thus his curses light on his owne head; and it was an astonishmente to all his fellows, for they noted it to be ye just hand of God upon him.
One of God's special works of providence: a "lusty" man on board as cursing people daily and saying they'd get thrown over; but it was he who was smited w/ a horrible disease and died.
fill all fruit with ripeness to the core
This part of the poem strikes me as a metaphor for how fall can make one feel. Throughout this poem, Keats explores all the wonderful aspects of autumn, from smelling the flowers (Drows'd with the fume of poppies) to drinking fresh cider (Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cruder-press, with a patient look). I believe in the line "fill all fruit with ripeness to the core" Keats and all people are the fruit, and the ripeness is the joy that they gain from the joys of autumn. Many people often see spring or summer as the most joyful season, but in this piece Keats makes a strong argument for autumn and it's own kind of beauty.
For I thought, “If I tell them the name of our village and of my husband they will say, ‘Of a truth this is an enemy.’” On the other hand, the name Namira was not strange to them, for many women bore thatname in their country. They talked together, and at last they said, “We will not take her back to Chief Mkoma, but only to our chief in the village.”
The slave trade made those in power the most greedy because they profited the most. The average members of societies were still humane to all humans they interacted with. This is shown by not turning Narwinba in to the head chief.
where the wonder-stricken belfry-man sat smoking in a state of dignity and dismay. But the little chap seized him at once by the nose; gave it a swing and a pull; clapped the big chapeau-de-bras upon his head; knocked it down over his eyes and mouth; and then, lifting up the big fiddle, beat him with it so long and so soundly, that what with the belfry-man being so fat, and the fiddle being so hollow, you would have sworn that there was a regiment of double-bass drummers all beating the devil’s tattoo up in the belfry of the steeple of Vondervotteimittiss.
Here we find reference to the title. From this point on the belfry man turns the Village into evil and changes the way things are seen and ran, letting the "devil" in.
I have also sometimes slapped his nose, though the vet told me never to hit him anywhere near the head,
can only discipline through physicality because of lack of empathy
August 'twas the twenty-fifth, Seventeen hundred forty-six; The Indians did in ambush lay, Some very valiant men to slay, The names of whom I'll not leave out. Samuel Allen like a hero fout, And though he was so brave and bold, His face no more shalt we behold Eteazer Hawks was killed outright, Before he had time to fight, - Before he did the Indians see, Was shot and killed immediately. Oliver Amsden he was slain, Which caused his friends much grief and pain. Simeon Amsden they found dead, Not many rods distant from his head. Adonijah Gillett we do hear Did lose his life which was so dear. John Sadler fled across the water, And thus escaped the dreadful slaughter. Eunice Allen see the Indians coming, And hopes to save herself by running, And had not her petticoats stopped her, The awful creatures had not catched her, Nor tommy hawked her on the head, And left her on the ground for dead. Young Samuel Allen, Oh lack-a-day! Was taken and carried to Canada.
poem is about an attack by indians. "The Bars" is an area in Western Massachusetts which is the new England area. this is where it all took place at.
Simeon Amsden they found dead, Not many rods distant from his head.
So what were the rods that killed him and why were they close to his head?
The awful creatures had not catched her, Nor tommy hawked her on the head,
I think this shows how history is two sided. Here, the Indians are being portrayed as the villains.
Nor tommy hawked her on the head,
Very graphic death
Eunice Allen see the Indians coming, And hopes to save herself by running, And had not her petticoats stopped her, The awful creatures had not catched her, Nor tommy hawked her on the head, And left her on the ground for dead.
This poem relates to the other narratives we have read because the Native Americans are still portrayed as violent and barbarous people. Here, they are described as "awful creatures." The battle also seems to be talking about surviving or getting killed by the Indians.
And thus escaped the dreadful slaughter.
using words such as "escaped" "dreadful" and "slaughter" shows readers how gruesome the event was. This is the author's choice of diction. When you hear words like that, there are already images that pop up in your head as to how you personally associate those words. That makes you feel for what is going on.
Before he did the Indians see, Was shot and killed immediately
In these two lines, the author describes how Hawks died without even having a fighting chance. This paints a picture in the audience's head as to how there was basically no chance for them to survive. The ambush was severe.
Not many rods distant from his head.
Is he saying the man was headless?
nervous
repetition of the word "nervous" really drives the fact that narrator is so neurotic, even bordering on delusional (depending on whether you believe the wall paper is really supernatural, or if everything's in the narrator's head)
He said that after the wall-paper was changed it would be the heavy bedstead, and then the barred windows, and then that gate at the head of the stairs, and so on.
Here the author is describing the bedroom like a prison, one which the husband is making increasingly oppresive, with the editions of the 'heavy bed [...,] barred windows [...] [and] gate.'
When we pick up Corner Store the next day, he tells me he hasn’t seen the Mississippi yet. He used to fish in it, growing up. We head to the river. After we sit and talk awhile, he stops scoping out everyone who passes by, and he stares out at the glistening surface. A tugboat chugs past. He walks down to the bank, scoops up some water, brings it to his nose, and breathes in deep.
in love with the ending
I think we like our phones more than we like actual people.
The start of one of the main ideas, an idea I can't personally agree with. Phones are more of a safety net in my head; though I can't speak for other people.
And quietness pillow his head
The speaker or convict just spent many lines discussing how he is remorseful for his actions. While his crimes may be terrible he believes that the crimes of the monarch are much worse. The speaker criminalizes the monarch and shows the difference between the convict and the monarch. While the convict's crimes were lesser than that of the monarch he is remorseful. The monarch's crimes were much worse yet he is able to sleep peacefully at night knowing the terrible condition that the country and the penal system are in.
head on his shoulder is bent
This makes me think of the convict as so forlorn and dejected that if his head were not connected to his body it might fall off. This line to me signifies a sort of disconnect between the convict's mind and body. His head is on his body, not a part of it. Perhaps because his surroundings are so grim he tries to disconnect his mind from his body and escape the cell through his mind.
According to historical accounts, Nat Turner’s body was dismembered, his head removed, and his skin used to make keepsakes.
I feel like the bones don't really anymore - what more do we gain from finding his remains? I feel like the legend of Nat Turner dies when that happens as well
would bolt the door and beat some logic into your head
The author is using imagery to make a point about people who annotate every single thing in a piece of literature. This technique is not effective and often times the annotations are reiterations of what the author has written.
I can’t talk to Brower, because he’s so God-damned ridiculous. I can’t even reason with the man. I once debated with him in Chicago, and he was shaking with fear. Once, after a hearing on the Hill, I accused him of garbling facts, and he said, “Anything is fair in love and war.” For Christ’s sake. After another hearing one time, I told him he didn’t know what he was talking about, and said I wished I could show him. I wished he would come with me to the Grand Canyon someday, and he said, “Well, save some of it, and maybe I will.” I had a steer out on my farm in the Shenandoah reminded me of Dave Brower. Two years running, we couldn’t get him into the truck to go to market. He was an independent bastard that nobody could corral. That son of a bitch got into that truck, busted that chute, and away he went. So I just fattened him up and butchered him right there on the farm. I shot him right in the head and butchered him myself. That’s the only way I could get rid of the bastard.
McPhee included this excerpt because it is perfectly reflective of the description given of the character a few sentences earlier. It provides even greater indirect characterization.
young wife. And Faith, as the wife was aptly named, thrust her own pretty head into the street,
This quote and description already shows signs of the "pure girl" trope, with imagery that makes her seem young and sweet. If this story follows any other stereotypical horror events then this characterization alone can be used as foreshadowing.
Recall the game of tick-tack-toe. Consider the problem, "How can I win the game of tick-tack-toe?" It is well known that I cannot, if I assume (in keeping with the conventions of game theory) that my opponent understands the game perfectly. Put another way, there is no "technical solution" to the problem. I can win only by giving a radical meaning to the word "win." I can hit my opponent over the head; or I can drug him; or I can falsify the records. Every way in which I "win" involves, in some sense, an abandonment of the game, as we intuitively understand it. (I can also, of course, openly abandon the game--refuse to play it. This is what most adults do.)
Like this analogy; puts meaning to technical win and redifines the word win.
"This is like a groupmind!" I remember blurting out something like that when I first visited the physical headquarters of the WELL and met Matthew McClure, the first WELL director, face-to-face. I might have startled him with my fervor, but he didn't disagree. The sensation of personally participating in an ongoing process of group problem-solving-- whether the problem is a tick on my daughter's head or an opportunity to help policymakers build a public network-- electrified me. The feeling of tapping into this multibrained organism of collective expertise
His parallel is totally appropriate. It is interesting that these online communities can be so popular in America where a core cultural value is individuality. Perhaps it is partly due to this core value becoming overemphasized so that it hinders the development of cohesive and welcoming communities. As Americans, we are so focused on the success of ourselves and our respective families, that less energy goes into creating opportunities to make social connections out in the community. So people look to the web for a source of companionship, where they can so easily reach out to a wide breadth of people. Of course there are places across America where this does not hold true, but it is likely that various communities have experienced such effects from a hyper-focus on individuality.