Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Deutsch Projekt
Das ist ein Madchen.
Sie hat Hosen an.
Ihre Hose ist schwarz.
Ihr Hemd ist blau.
Ihr schutzblech ist rot.
Das schutzblech sagt ,,Liebe Koch”.
Sie hat eine Halsktten an.
Ihr Harr ist schwarz.
Ihre Augen ist dunkelbrau.

Schutzblech = apron
Halsktten = necklace

That is a girl.
She is wearing slacks.
Her slacks are black.
Her shirt is blue.
Her apron is red.
The apron says “Love Cook”.
She has a necklace.
Her hair is black.
Her eyes are dark brown.

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Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Spoon River Monologues
Minerva Jones

I am Minerva, the village poetess,
Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street
For my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk,
And all the more when “Butch” Weldy
Captured me after a brutal hunt.
He left me with my fate with Doctor Meyers;
And I sank into death, growing numb from the feet up,
Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice.
Will someone go into the village newspaper
And gather a book the verses I wrote? --
I thirsted so for love!
I hungered so for life!

Nellie Clark

I was only eight years old;
And before I grew up and knew what it meant
I had no words for it , except
That I was frightened and told my mother;
And that my father got a pistol
And would have killed Charlie, who was a big boy,
Fifteen years old, except for his mother.
Nevertheless the story clung to me.
But the man who married me, a widower of thirty-five,
Was a newcomer and never heard it
Till two years after we were married.
Then he considered himself cheated,
And the village agreed that I was not really a virgin.
Well, he deserted me, and I died
The following winter.

Rosie Roberts

I was sick, but more than that, I was mad
At the crooked police, and the crooked game of life,
So I wrote to the Chief of the Police at Peoria:
“I am here in my girlhood home of Spoon River,
Gradually wasting away.
But come and take me; I killed the son
Of the merchant prince, in Madam Lou’s,
And the papers that said he killed himself
In his home while cleaning a hunting gun
Lied like the devil to hush up scandal,
For the bribe of advertising.
In my room I shot him, at Madam Lou’s,
Because he knocked me down when I said
That, in spite of all the money he had, I’d see my lover that night.”
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Friday, November 30, 2007

Impede - to retard in movement or progress by means of obstacles or hindrances; obstruct; hinder

Astray - out of the right way

Assail - to attack vigorously or violently; assault

Impediment - obstruction; hindrance; obstacle.

Heed - to give careful attention to

Spur - anything that goads, impels, or urges, as to action, speed, or achievement.

Eloquence - the practice or art of using language with fluency and aptness

Lucent - translucent; clear

Behold - to observe; look at; see.

Wretched - very unfortunate in condition or circumstances; miserable; pitiable.

Undisclosed – to hide something, keep to ones self.

Shrillness - high-pitched and piercing in sound quality

Tumult - violent and noisy commotion or disturbance of a crowd or mob; uproar

Ceaseless - without stop or pause; unending; incessant.

Disdain - to look upon or treat with contempt; despise; scorn

Guild - any of various medieval associations, as of merchants or artisans, organized to maintain standards and to protect the interests of its members, and that sometimes constituted a local governing body.
Galled - To make (the skin) sore by abrasion; chafe.
Forlorn - desolate or dreary; unhappy or miserable, as in feeling, condition, or appearance
Beget - to cause; produce as an effect
Laggard - a person or thing that lags; lingerer; loiterer
Bough - a branch of a tree, esp. one of the larger or main branches

Transmuted - to change from one nature, substance, form, or condition into another; transform

Din - a loud, confused noise; a continued loud or tumultuous sound; noisy clamor.

Murky - dark, gloomy, and cheerless.

Intent- something that is intended; purpose

Pallor - unusual or extreme paleness, as from fear, ill health, or death; wanness

Engridling – no definition found.

Lament - to mourn for or over

Emanate - to flow out, issue, or proceed, as from a source or origin; come forth; originate

Aright - rightly; correctly; properly

Afflicted - To inflict grievous physical or mental suffering on.

Covert - concealed; secret; disguised

Thronging - A large group of people gathered or crowded closely together; a multitude.

Sovereign - A large group of people gathered or crowded closely together; a multitude.

Satirist - a writer of satires

Cordial - courteous and gracious; friendly; warm

Lofty - extending high in the air; of imposing height; towering

Sparingly - lenient or merciful

Courtly - polite, refined, or elegant

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Monday, November 19, 2007

Photograph
By: Nickelback

Eb Bb
Look at this photograph
C#
Every time I do it makes me laugh
G#
And our eyes get so red
Eb
And what the hell is on Joey’s head?


Bb
This is where I grew up
C#
I think the present owner fixed it up
G#
I never knew we ever went without
Eb
The second floor is hard for sneakin’ out


Bb
And this is where I went to school
C#
Most of the time had better things to do
G#
Criminal record since I broke in twice
Eb
I must’ve done it half a dozen times


Bb
I wonder if it’s too late
C#
Should I go back and try to graduate?
G#
Life's better now than it was back then
G#m Eb Bbm
If I was them I would've let me in oh oh oh
Eb Bbm
Oh god I…

(refrao)


Eb
Every memory of lookin’ out the back door
Bb
I got the photo album spreaded on my bedroom floor
C#
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
G#
Goodbye, goodbye


Eb
Every memory of walkin’ out the front door
Bb
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin’ for
C#
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
G#
Goodbye, goodbye


Eb Bb C# G#
(repete harmonia)

We used to listen to the radio

And sing along with every song we’d know

We said someday we’d find out how it feels

To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim’s the first girl I kissed

I was so nervous that I nearly missed

She’s had a couple of kids since then

I haven’t seen her since God knows when oh oh oh

Oh god I…

(repete refrao)


Eb C# Eb Bb
I miss that time,
Bbm
you can’t replace it
G#
So hard to stay
Eb
too hard to leave it


Eb Bb
If I could relive those days
C#
I know the one thing that would never change

(repete refrao)
Eb
Look at this photograph
Bb
Every time I do it makes me laugh
C#
Every time I do it makes me…


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Monday, June 12, 2006

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Wow it's been a long time since I've been on here...well it's almost time for school to let out. I have one more real day and then finals till next week so hopefully that won't take too long. That's about it! ^^"


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