January 28.
I finished all my tests. I may be able to remember a little more. I’d like to take all credits. Can I really take them? Thumpity – thump!
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Showing posts with label English. Show all posts
Showing posts with label English. Show all posts
1/30/2009
Test..
January 25;b
I had much test from this day. I must study many subjects. I’m not good at remembering many words… I always remember to write on a note. It was hard for me to remember many words and sentences. I’ll stick it out!
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I had much test from this day. I must study many subjects. I’m not good at remembering many words… I always remember to write on a note. It was hard for me to remember many words and sentences. I’ll stick it out!
〔44 words〕
12/21/2008
Poems
Time Joyce Grenfell
When I was a girl there was always time,There was always time to spare.There was always time to sit in the sun;And we were never doneWith lazing and flirting,And doing our embroidery,And keeping up our memory books,And brushing our hair,And writing little notes,And going on picnics,And dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing--When I was a girl there was always time to waste.Thank the Lord.When I was a young woman there was always time,There was always time to spare.There was always time to walk in the sun,And we were never doneWith going to weddings,Our own and our friends',And going to parties,Away at weekends,And having our childrenAnd bringing them up,And talking, talking, talking, talking--When I was a young woman there was always time to enjoy things.Thank the Lord.And when I was an elderly woman there was no more time,There was no more time to spare.There was no more time to sit in the sun,For we were never doneWith answering the telephone,And looking at the TV,And doing baby-sitting,And talking to our friends,And shopping, shopping, shopping, shopping,And washing-up, washing-up, washing-up,Writing letters, writing lettersRushing, Rushing, rushing,And we were always hurried,And we were never bored.When I was an elderly womanThere was never time to think.Thank the Lord.But now I'm an old old woman,So I want the last word:There is no such thing as time--Only this very minuteAnd I'm in it.Thank the Lord.
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When I was a girl there was always time,There was always time to spare.There was always time to sit in the sun;And we were never doneWith lazing and flirting,And doing our embroidery,And keeping up our memory books,And brushing our hair,And writing little notes,And going on picnics,And dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing--When I was a girl there was always time to waste.Thank the Lord.When I was a young woman there was always time,There was always time to spare.There was always time to walk in the sun,And we were never doneWith going to weddings,Our own and our friends',And going to parties,Away at weekends,And having our childrenAnd bringing them up,And talking, talking, talking, talking--When I was a young woman there was always time to enjoy things.Thank the Lord.And when I was an elderly woman there was no more time,There was no more time to spare.There was no more time to sit in the sun,For we were never doneWith answering the telephone,And looking at the TV,And doing baby-sitting,And talking to our friends,And shopping, shopping, shopping, shopping,And washing-up, washing-up, washing-up,Writing letters, writing lettersRushing, Rushing, rushing,And we were always hurried,And we were never bored.When I was an elderly womanThere was never time to think.Thank the Lord.But now I'm an old old woman,So I want the last word:There is no such thing as time--Only this very minuteAnd I'm in it.Thank the Lord.
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12/19/2008
Poems
Clouds Gregory Djanikian
It was a test on clouds, Science I, Seventh grade, Mrs. Snyder, who, I remember, always wore dark colors. My fingers trembled, I couldn't keep A point on my pencil, and in the next row, John Carlson was getting all the answers. Cumulus, altostratus, cirrus. What was I dreaming of? Clouds. They reminded me of Iowa or Kansas, Or my notion of them, expanses of wheat, Big skies somewhere west of where I was, Somewhere with rural addresses, dogs Named "Blue" or "Jake," and railroad crossings, And a boy's river lazing through farm and pasture. Cirrus fibratus, cirrus uncinus, Altocumulus, cumulus congestus I was losing time, my answer sheet Was white as a cloud, and there was A scratching of pencils on paper. What was I after? Summer. A hillside. A cumulus sky driven by the breezes. Kites, and kite string humming in the air. Shouts, laughter, in the distance only. Cumulus humilis, cumulus fractus Time was up and we were let go And I reeled out to the playground lightened. There was the bluest sky and I saw Fibrous wisps converging into grey. "Cirrus spissatus," John Carlson announced From behind me, maybe to himself, And skipped away at ease with the world. All the way home, I spat out those names I'd learned one by one, cirrostratus nebulosus, Altocumulus undulatus, cirrocumulus, cumulonimbus, Until I was left with just "clouds," Something vague and inexact, but prevailing, Like some notion of happiness, Or longings without name.
I think it is wonderful feelings, ‘longings without name’.
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It was a test on clouds, Science I, Seventh grade, Mrs. Snyder, who, I remember, always wore dark colors. My fingers trembled, I couldn't keep A point on my pencil, and in the next row, John Carlson was getting all the answers. Cumulus, altostratus, cirrus. What was I dreaming of? Clouds. They reminded me of Iowa or Kansas, Or my notion of them, expanses of wheat, Big skies somewhere west of where I was, Somewhere with rural addresses, dogs Named "Blue" or "Jake," and railroad crossings, And a boy's river lazing through farm and pasture. Cirrus fibratus, cirrus uncinus, Altocumulus, cumulus congestus I was losing time, my answer sheet Was white as a cloud, and there was A scratching of pencils on paper. What was I after? Summer. A hillside. A cumulus sky driven by the breezes. Kites, and kite string humming in the air. Shouts, laughter, in the distance only. Cumulus humilis, cumulus fractus Time was up and we were let go And I reeled out to the playground lightened. There was the bluest sky and I saw Fibrous wisps converging into grey. "Cirrus spissatus," John Carlson announced From behind me, maybe to himself, And skipped away at ease with the world. All the way home, I spat out those names I'd learned one by one, cirrostratus nebulosus, Altocumulus undulatus, cirrocumulus, cumulonimbus, Until I was left with just "clouds," Something vague and inexact, but prevailing, Like some notion of happiness, Or longings without name.
I think it is wonderful feelings, ‘longings without name’.
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12/17/2008
Portfolio for Writing IV, Section 1a
Student ID: 07168
Portfolio for Writing IV,
Section 1a
(See: Note 1, below)
Section 1a
(See: Note 1, below)
0.0. Overview
Reviews, Posts, Words, and More
(See: Note 2, below.)1.0. Essays
(See: Note 3, below.)Please complete this table with data gathered from essays on your blog. See the Key (below) for definitions of the symbols in row one, and complete columns four through nine with numerical values (0, 1, 2, 3, ...).
| 1.1. Showcase | Short titles with links | Dates yy.mm.dd | ¶ | W | C | L | P | M |
| Website review 08.09.29 (375+ words) | Cooks Recipes Parfait Dessert Recipes: rereview | 08.09.29 | 5 | 437 | 5 | 8 | 1 | 0 |
| Favorite place(-s) 08.10.20 (450+ words) | Essay 2-02: I lov Takema ~ Favorite Place | 08.10.19 | 3 | 454 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 0 |
| Mrs. Doubtfire 08.11.04 (500+ words) | MR 2-01: Mrs. Doubtfire is funny | 08.11.02 | 6 | 502 | 5 | 1 | 1 | 1 |
| Community life 08.11.17 (default length*) | Essay 2-04; My Delightful Community Life | 08.11.17 | 6 | 511 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| Kumamoto's best-kept secrets 08.12.01 (5+ ¶¶) | Essay 2-05; My Happy Place | 08.11.30 | 3 | 286 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 |
| Learning with computers 2008.12.15 (6+ ¶¶) | Essay 2-06; Our Computer Society | 08.12.15 | 6 | 559 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| Totals | --- | --- | 29 | 2749 | 10 | 10 | 5 | 1 |
Key:
¶: number of paragraphs five (5) or more sentences in length
W: number of words
C: number of comments
L: number of links
P: number of photos or other graphics
M: number of other media included in post
*: "long enough to cover the ... [communities] you choose," Writing Studio Blog, Preparation for Next Essays, 2008.10.29)
M: number of other media included in post
*: "long enough to cover the ... [communities] you choose," Writing Studio Blog, Preparation for Next Essays, 2008.10.29)
1.2. Best Essay
Selection and Assessment: Which of those six assigned essays do you feel is the best that you've written this semester, and why? Remember that a complete answer is better than a short answer, focus on your writing, and give at least two reasons to support your assessment.I chose the 4th essay "My Delightful Community Life". I have two reasons. First, I could write the points of each paragraphs. Second, I could write easy to read and understand my essay. I wanted everyone to know myself.
2.0. Comments
Showcase | Titles of posts with links | Dates of comments yy.mm.dd | Numbers of words in comments | Qualities of comments** |
| 2.1. Your first comment on your instructor's blog* | -- | -- | -- | -- |
| 2.2. Your best comment on a classmate's blog* | ES2-03:Mrs.Doubtfire | 08.11.05 | 32 | I wrote the point that she should improve. |
| 2.3. Best comment by a classmate on your blog* | Cooks Recipes Parfait Dessert Recipes: rereview | 08.10.01 | 71 | She wrote the good points. |
| 2.4. Most comments on: | Titles of posts with link | Dates of posts yy.mm.dd | Total number of words in comments | Qualities of comments** |
| 2.4.1. Any one of your essays* | Essay 2-04; My Delightful Community Life | 08.11.12 | 47 | She wrote good and bad points. |
| 2.4.1.1. When did you respond to those comments? | --- | 08.11.15 | --- | --- |
| 2.4.1.2. How did you respond to those comments? | --- | --- | 32 | I respond I should improve the bad point. |
| 2.4.2. Any of your other posts* | Part - Time Job & Mac | 08.08.14 | 25 | She answered my blog about her and me. |
| 2.4.2.1. When did you respond to those comments? | --- | 08.08.17 | --- | --- |
| 2.4.2.2. How did you respond to those comments? | --- | --- | 21 | I wrote my feelings. |
* Current semester comments on essays and other posts
** Please list the most important qualities of comments on each type of blog post. That is, explain briefly what makes them good comments.
2.5. Recent comments display
Does your blog display recent comments from blog visitors in a prominent location, for example, in a - I disply recent comments under a clock of the top.
2.6. Additional reflections on comments
- I was very happy when I gave many comments from my friends.
- I wrote things that one should improve in comments.
3.0. Book Reviews
| 3.1. Showcase | Short titles with links | Dates (yy.mm.dd) | Words | Comments |
| Example: | Vampire Killer | 07.05.16 | 39 | 1 |
| 2-01 | 08.09.06 | 193 | 0 | |
| 2-02 | BR 2-02: KING AUTHUR | 08.10.07 | 198 | 0 |
| 2-03 | BR2-03: TAXI OF TERROR | 08.10.17 | 295 | 0 |
| 2-04 | BR 2-04: SURVIVE! | 08.12.30 | 369 | 0 |
| 2-05 | BR 2-05: Give us the Money | 08.12.30 | 257 | 0 |
| 2-06 | BR 2-06: THE RANSOM OF RED CHIEF | 08.12.30 | 174 | 0 |
| 2-07 | BR 2-07: Star Reporter | 08.12.30 | 178 | 0 |
| 2-08 | BR 2-08: THE MONSTER GANG | 08.12.30 | 167 | 0 |
| 2-09 | BR 2-09: The Incredible Present | 08.12.30 | 213 | 0 |
| 2-10 | BR 2-10: Pinocchio | 09.01.30 | 421 | 0 |
| 2-11 | BR 2-11: MY FATHER'S DRGON | 09.01.30 | 107 | 0 |
| 2-12 | BR 2-12: THE STORY OF BABAR | 09.01.30 | 152 | 0 |
| 2-13 | BR 2-13: 10 trick - or - Treaters | 09.01.30 | 96 | 0 |
| 2-14 | BR 2-14: Penelope at School | 09.01.30 | 81 | 0 |
| 2-15 | BR 2-15: BUSY, BUSY TOWN | 09.01.30 | 96 | 0 |
| 2-16 | BR 2-16: ALICE ADVENTURE IN WONDERLAND | 09.01.30 | 123 | 0 |
| 2-17 | BR 2-17: GIVE US THIS DAY | 09.01.30 | 89 | 0 |
| 2-18 | BR 2-18: FIVE Little MONKEYS | 09.01.30 | 108 | 0 |
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Note: Please calculate and list book review Totals for words and comments without including those from the example (above).
3.2. Best Book Review
Selection and Assessment: Which of those book reviews do you feel is the best that you've written this semester, and why? Remember that a complete answer is better than a short answer, focus on your writing, and give at least two reasons to support your assessment.
- I chose BR 2-04: SURVIVE! I could write my thinking and this story. I'm sure that you come to read this book.
4.0. Blog Layout, Labeling, Linking, & Media
| Showcase | Yes | No |
| 4.1. Does your blog display an archive? | ○ | |
| 4.1.1. Does the archive display the titles of posts? | ○ | |
| 4.1.2. Is the archive organized by month? | ○ | |
| 4.1.3. Is the archive at or near the top of the sidebar? | ○ | |
| 4.2. Does your blog have labels displayed in sidebar? | ○ | |
| 5.2.1. Do your labels include these required labels (typed accurately): | --- | --- |
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| 4.2.2. Does your sidebar display other labels? | ○ | |
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| 4.3. Links & media | --- | --- |
| 4.3.1. Does your blog include photos or other graphics? | ○ | |
| ○ | |
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| 4.3.2. Does your blog include posts with multiple links? | ○ | |
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| 4.3.3. Does your blog include other media? | ○ | |
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4.4. Overall presentation
What have you done to enhance the overall presentation of your blog? List and explain the three most important content, display, formatting, layout, or other presentation changes that you have made on your blog this semester.- I had to emphasis the points that I wanted everyone to know.
- I had to change the size of words and the color.
- I had to write the enough length sentences.
5.0. Additional reflections on your blog and your writing on it
Please feel free to include reflections on both spring and fall semester work, as well as on the content of this portfolio (proto-portfolios, showcases, and reflections).- It was hard for me to write proto-portfolios.
- I enjoyed making my blog but I had to make my time to do it.
- I had to post many posts more.
6.0. Advice and suggestions for yourself, your peers, and your successors
- You should write blog every day.
- Please write your favorite things or brief things.
- Please use your pictures and links.
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Notes:
- This portfolio template derives from the templates for Writing IIIc and Writing IVc portfolios (2007-08), and Writing III, §§1a & 1c (Fall, 2008).
- Please use the same code in section 0.0 that you used to embed your proto-portfolios (PPFs) in the footer of your blog, which you should already have revised to display your 2nd (fall) semester PPF first.
- The essays section (1.0. Essays, above) derives from Proto-Portfolio 2-02 (2008).
License:
This portfolio template is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Please attribute to "the Writing Studio Blog" (without quotation marks).
12/15/2008
Poems
The Snow Man Louis Mac Neice
His memory was shaped by forgetting Into a snowman, handful by handful;In the end two pebbles for eyes and a cherry wood Pipe clamped in the thin lipped mouth. But was this fellow really his past,This white dummy in a white waste?While the censor works, while the frost holds,Perhaps he will pass--but then he will pass. Yesterday was a dance of flakes Waltzing down, around, and up,But today is lull and smudge, today Is a man with a pipe that will not draw. Today is a legless day with head-on Idiot eyes, a stranded deaf Mute in a muted world. This lump Is what he remembered when he forgot, Already beginning to dribble. Tomorrow Comes the complete forgetting, the thaw.Or is it rather a dance of water To replace, relive, that dance of white?
To forget my memories, and that is existence of snow man. Then the existence of human.
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His memory was shaped by forgetting Into a snowman, handful by handful;In the end two pebbles for eyes and a cherry wood Pipe clamped in the thin lipped mouth. But was this fellow really his past,This white dummy in a white waste?While the censor works, while the frost holds,Perhaps he will pass--but then he will pass. Yesterday was a dance of flakes Waltzing down, around, and up,But today is lull and smudge, today Is a man with a pipe that will not draw. Today is a legless day with head-on Idiot eyes, a stranded deaf Mute in a muted world. This lump Is what he remembered when he forgot, Already beginning to dribble. Tomorrow Comes the complete forgetting, the thaw.Or is it rather a dance of water To replace, relive, that dance of white?
To forget my memories, and that is existence of snow man. Then the existence of human.
〔160words〕
12/11/2008
Learning with Computers: Outline
1. Definition
- Information on computers
2. Many things that we can exploit
- Internet
- Research
- Websites
3. Purpose
- To get new information, interested information, information which we want to know
4. Points
- Good points
- Bad points
5. Goal
- To come to use computers easily
- To be able to use computers with suiting purposes
6. Conclusion
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12/01/2008
Poems
Delight in Disorder Robert Herrick
A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness : A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction :An erring lace which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher : A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbons to flow confusedly : A winning wave (deserving note) In the tempestuous petticoat :A careless shoe-string, in whose tieI see a wild civility :Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.
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A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness : A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction :An erring lace which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher : A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbons to flow confusedly : A winning wave (deserving note) In the tempestuous petticoat :A careless shoe-string, in whose tieI see a wild civility :Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.
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11/27/2008
Poems
In the room at duskA story about a man ,Getting close to the age of having nothing except thinking.The sky,Reflected by the setting sun,Now seen,From the window frame.A golden light there.He begins to think ,At the time when Summer is over. Now thinking of how to release something.After being released, then how to fill in.At first, turn or loosen it being fastened firmly.There is something important besides the procedure.It calls the sense of time.Feels like getting what it is,Immediately.But, my hands cannot function properly.How come?Power and breathing.Eyes focused on from the garden to outdoors,Where purple flowers and wild peonies are blooming.The head of a flower is swaying.The man who saw one piece of a petal falling down."Fed up with everything.",He said to himself,In an almost inaudible voice. It's fading away.Near his hands,Something fastened,To be released.The above-mentioned is just a prelude of this story.After being released,The edge should be raised.After being fastened,It should be kept for a long time.How could it be done?The other day,The man, holding up an umbrella,Walking on the path along the beach.Regretting to have already come out on foot.Rain and wind became stronger.How come in this case?What I have to fasten,Is an umbrella.At first fasten my wrist,And then, turn my feelings toward where?Toward my hands rather than feet.Noticed clearly the rain shower falling heavily.A car came,With head lights on.Holding up and waving the umbrella,Let me enter it.When the door was opened,One young girl was holding the handle."What a terrible day it is!" "I have a wife and a child.", The man said. "And a job, too. I happened to encounter you here." "The sea is stormy, isn't it?"This has been passed through."Everything has been passed through", Murmuring to himself, and fastened it on his memory."That is a lever." The man who let that lever slip down near his hands.Well, this man opened the white paper,In the room at dusk,Fed up with thinking,And drew pictures of big plus and minus screws.Suddenly it became dark in the room,And nobody knows what is fastened by drawn screws. Dusk stays. In my room where my wife and child are away, Only the sound of tearing silk, Creeping on my skin.
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11/17/2008
Poems
may my heart always be open to littlebirds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile
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11/16/2008
Poems
now (more near ourselves than we)is a bird singing in a tree,who never sings the same thing twiceand still that singing's always hiseyes can feel but ears may seethere never lived a gayer he;if earth and sky should break in twohe'd make them one (his song's so true)who sings for us for you for mefor each leaf newer than can be:and for his own (his love) his dearhe sings till everywhere is here
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11/11/2008
Poems
Something too far away to see from here. I tried to see through a telescope. What was it that appeared in the round frame? It was a horse and a woman in the field. Looking at it closely, I recognized that, The woman was being raped by the horse. The horse, Holding the woman, While raising his front hooves. No way for her to get away. She was just lying under his abdomen, Naked. He cast a brown glance at me, While swinging up and down his long mane. I was absorbed into his eyeballs, And disappeared into the scenery in the round frame, Together with the horse and the woman.
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11/09/2008
Poems
somewhere i have never travelled e. e. cummings
omewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me. or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
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omewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me. or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
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11/04/2008
Poems
To a Friend Jean Valentine
I cannot give you much or ask you much. Though I shore myself up until we meet, The words we say are public as the street: Your body is walled up against my touch. Our ghosts bob and hug in the air where we meet, My reason hinges on arcs you draw complete, And yet you are walled up against my touch. Your love for me is, in its way, complete, Like alabaster apples angels eat, But since it is in this world that we meet I cannot give you much or ask you much. You go your way, I mine, and when we meet, Both half-distracted by the smells of the street, Your body is walled up against my touch. My body sings at your table, waits on the street And you pass empty-handed, till when we meet I have been so far, so deep, so cold, so much, My hands, my eyes, my tongue are like bark to the touch.
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I cannot give you much or ask you much. Though I shore myself up until we meet, The words we say are public as the street: Your body is walled up against my touch. Our ghosts bob and hug in the air where we meet, My reason hinges on arcs you draw complete, And yet you are walled up against my touch. Your love for me is, in its way, complete, Like alabaster apples angels eat, But since it is in this world that we meet I cannot give you much or ask you much. You go your way, I mine, and when we meet, Both half-distracted by the smells of the street, Your body is walled up against my touch. My body sings at your table, waits on the street And you pass empty-handed, till when we meet I have been so far, so deep, so cold, so much, My hands, my eyes, my tongue are like bark to the touch.
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11/02/2008
MR 2-01: Mrs. Doubtfire is funny
This movie is “Mrs. Doubt fire”. I’ve never watched this movie but many friends have ever watched this one. Love for children, a figure working as a housekeeping and so on are appeared in this movie. I think this movie has many good points. First, I will write little this movie’s content. Then, I will write 2 good points for me in this movie.
First, an animated cartoon voice artist, Daniel, was given a sentence of a divorce at last because he rely entirely on his spouse's earnings and had to get out home. But he was a lover of children, so he thought that he would dress himself as a woman and enter their home as a housekeeper. He asked a make - up artist’s brother and changed himself into an elderly woman. He became “Mrs. Doubt fire”. His children took to her without knowing that she was their father.
Next, I will tell you about first good points. It’s his love for children. He really loves his children. He can’t stand that he can see his children only once a week. He is optimistic by nature, so he has many bold plans and doesn’t worry about what other people think. I’m sure that he could understand children’s feelings and actives because he is optimistic and does never forget his feelings that he was a child. In short, he likes children very much because he is just like a child. I think a person like him likes children but the person may not like adult. We can find the different between children and adult.
Then, I will tell you about second good points. It’s a figure he or she is working as a housekeeping. These scenes are felt like comedy drama. I couldn’t help laughing some scenes which he is cooking or do other keeping house. Though he is cooking seriously but it is for him awkwardly, I laughed. His life changes completely because of divorce. Then he chooses a way of a housekeeping and must do housework. It is many works which he doesn’t usually do. I love these scenes very much though the content is so important. It is wonderful that the main content has both profound fact and humor, I think. Bringing humor is a big point and a good point.
A family in this movie is different from my family. Each family has each life and hold the life. A various of form of their lives are so many men, so many minds. It may be a good think that you watch other people’s lives. They have worries and happiness of every kind. They live as they overcome the both. I want to live without regretting.
This movie has many themes and deep contains. I think this movie can find many things from many points of view. They are family, divorce, housekeeping, children, smile, love, sense of humor, disguise and so on. We can think as we like by ourselves. Then you can compare with your life.
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Site: http://www.fnosta.com/32mi/mrsdf.html
First, an animated cartoon voice artist, Daniel, was given a sentence of a divorce at last because he rely entirely on his spouse's earnings and had to get out home. But he was a lover of children, so he thought that he would dress himself as a woman and enter their home as a housekeeper. He asked a make - up artist’s brother and changed himself into an elderly woman. He became “Mrs. Doubt fire”. His children took to her without knowing that she was their father.
Next, I will tell you about first good points. It’s his love for children. He really loves his children. He can’t stand that he can see his children only once a week. He is optimistic by nature, so he has many bold plans and doesn’t worry about what other people think. I’m sure that he could understand children’s feelings and actives because he is optimistic and does never forget his feelings that he was a child. In short, he likes children very much because he is just like a child. I think a person like him likes children but the person may not like adult. We can find the different between children and adult.
Then, I will tell you about second good points. It’s a figure he or she is working as a housekeeping. These scenes are felt like comedy drama. I couldn’t help laughing some scenes which he is cooking or do other keeping house. Though he is cooking seriously but it is for him awkwardly, I laughed. His life changes completely because of divorce. Then he chooses a way of a housekeeping and must do housework. It is many works which he doesn’t usually do. I love these scenes very much though the content is so important. It is wonderful that the main content has both profound fact and humor, I think. Bringing humor is a big point and a good point.
A family in this movie is different from my family. Each family has each life and hold the life. A various of form of their lives are so many men, so many minds. It may be a good think that you watch other people’s lives. They have worries and happiness of every kind. They live as they overcome the both. I want to live without regretting.
This movie has many themes and deep contains. I think this movie can find many things from many points of view. They are family, divorce, housekeeping, children, smile, love, sense of humor, disguise and so on. We can think as we like by ourselves. Then you can compare with your life.
〔502words〕
Site: http://www.fnosta.com/32mi/mrsdf.html
10/23/2008
Poems
A man on the bench
There's a man on the bench
light breeze of May clearing away the man's thoughts
crashed aluminum can reflecting sunlight
the man notices it
and realizes that it won't belong here
it's been crashed by the car tire it lies
where the cars not permitted to enter
it's been brought or thrown in
he imagines
of a boy gracefully throwing
it
of a boy who he can't see
he sees
the man's on the bench
of a mind of the boy of a mind of the man,
exists a motive
and it captures the man
a place where the boy sees
a place where the man sees
thin aluminum cuts'em up
and pieces of space
lies before him
from the mind of the boy of the mind of the man,
the man accepts of the time and space
belonging to
it
the man began to stand
light breeze of May caresses him
the crushed can remains tightly sit
and it's hardening its own wrinkles
the man admits of a power applied to crush this can
a tire captures it, runs over it, and crushed it
the man attempts to measure
the vector of the very moment
by analyzing the wrinkles
yet it's not possible to achieve
then the man recognizes
of the power that being applied to himself
but then when and where did it originated?
root of the power can never be reached
nevertheless, it exists
as a result of being
spat out from a mother
there,
the man stood
A SPIN AROUND TOWN ON MY BICYCLE
Sixty peanuts are on table in the living room -- a number equal to my ageIt took me seven minutes to eat them, one by oneI've already drunk my water; I think I'll take a spin around town on my bicycle A young mother, her long hair wavering in the wind as she rides her red bicycle beneath the underpass below Yoyogi-Uehara Station, has her child in the basket up front Junior high girls are coming home from schoolThough their uniforms match perfectly with the kanji for "junior high girls" (_jyoshi-chuugakusei_), their glances are so severe Yesterday I went to the Museum of Science to see the sliced human body Kurokawa-_kun_ told me about A crowd gathered in front of the display, dense and unmovingWe all thought: _Though these may be solidified in plastic, they're real_ As I am about to turn into an alley from the shopping arcade, I see a man I loaned 3,000 yen to twenty years agoI don't like it that he is with a womanHe may or may not notice me with my grey hair(I think later: Why did I have to imagine that old woman's genitals?It was a long time ago that he took a third of my pay) It's normal that houses have their doors shutI don't want to be reduced to philophisizing about life after seeing somebody receding back into his home after taking a step or two outsideI like the sound of my bicycle's pedal creakingI think I'll record it and embed it in a HyperCard stackI'll transform the sound along with an image of myself into zeros and ones and maybe I'll be refreshened as I surrender to the flow of electrons Early this morning in bed I was awakened by Mari grabbing my handShe'd been gripped with fear and shaken from her dreams; that was when she grabbed my hand_I'm like a handrail_, I thoughtBy morning, I was used to being Mari's handrail_This is good_Light shined in as I fell asleep
〔612words〕
There's a man on the bench
light breeze of May clearing away the man's thoughts
crashed aluminum can reflecting sunlight
the man notices it
and realizes that it won't belong here
it's been crashed by the car tire it lies
where the cars not permitted to enter
it's been brought or thrown in
he imagines
of a boy gracefully throwing
it
of a boy who he can't see
he sees
the man's on the bench
of a mind of the boy of a mind of the man,
exists a motive
and it captures the man
a place where the boy sees
a place where the man sees
thin aluminum cuts'em up
and pieces of space
lies before him
from the mind of the boy of the mind of the man,
the man accepts of the time and space
belonging to
it
the man began to stand
light breeze of May caresses him
the crushed can remains tightly sit
and it's hardening its own wrinkles
the man admits of a power applied to crush this can
a tire captures it, runs over it, and crushed it
the man attempts to measure
the vector of the very moment
by analyzing the wrinkles
yet it's not possible to achieve
then the man recognizes
of the power that being applied to himself
but then when and where did it originated?
root of the power can never be reached
nevertheless, it exists
as a result of being
spat out from a mother
there,
the man stood
A SPIN AROUND TOWN ON MY BICYCLE
Sixty peanuts are on table in the living room -- a number equal to my ageIt took me seven minutes to eat them, one by oneI've already drunk my water; I think I'll take a spin around town on my bicycle A young mother, her long hair wavering in the wind as she rides her red bicycle beneath the underpass below Yoyogi-Uehara Station, has her child in the basket up front Junior high girls are coming home from schoolThough their uniforms match perfectly with the kanji for "junior high girls" (_jyoshi-chuugakusei_), their glances are so severe Yesterday I went to the Museum of Science to see the sliced human body Kurokawa-_kun_ told me about A crowd gathered in front of the display, dense and unmovingWe all thought: _Though these may be solidified in plastic, they're real_ As I am about to turn into an alley from the shopping arcade, I see a man I loaned 3,000 yen to twenty years agoI don't like it that he is with a womanHe may or may not notice me with my grey hair(I think later: Why did I have to imagine that old woman's genitals?It was a long time ago that he took a third of my pay) It's normal that houses have their doors shutI don't want to be reduced to philophisizing about life after seeing somebody receding back into his home after taking a step or two outsideI like the sound of my bicycle's pedal creakingI think I'll record it and embed it in a HyperCard stackI'll transform the sound along with an image of myself into zeros and ones and maybe I'll be refreshened as I surrender to the flow of electrons Early this morning in bed I was awakened by Mari grabbing my handShe'd been gripped with fear and shaken from her dreams; that was when she grabbed my hand_I'm like a handrail_, I thoughtBy morning, I was used to being Mari's handrail_This is good_Light shined in as I fell asleep
〔612words〕
10/19/2008
Poems
A Room Without Walls
Looking from there, I saw a yellow cliff far away
and the sea and white waves.
As I was human
I Ionged for other humans
and kept on looking
without blinking.
There was the sun
and there were rocks.
There were a few trees,
but the only creature there was me.
It was a private room without walls.
All I did was just stand or lie on the ground.
Madly I imagined
that I had a woman there beside me,
making her bear children
and building a family.
Luster on the Walls
Inside the stone windows, the floor was stone.
The table on the stone floor was stone.
The bed on the stone floor was stone.
The pillow was stone.
The tableware was stone.
There was no knob on the door.
There was no burial ground.
All the stone was black and lustrous.
The woman did not go out of the stone house.
The man was waiting for another man.
The men indulged themselves in pleasure, holding each other.
The woman was embraced only until she gave birth to a child.
The child the woman held in her arms was hungry and cried all the time.
Crying thus all the while, children grew to be men and women.
They never ceased to be, for several thousand years, there in the black stone.
In the Wall
A man was walking along a wall
a crazy wal！
There was a long crack in it
So he pered through and saw two bodies moving
in the far corner ofthe large white field
They Iooked warm
Were they trying to kill each other？
The one lifting its arms
and sticking out its chest
seemed to be a woman
Was she in ecstasy？
The one knocked down
secmed to be a woman
The large white foreground
melted the bodies dazzlingly
There was a flash of light
The man left the crack
and heard a violent crash ofthunder
Was that the end or the beginning？
〔337words〕
Looking from there, I saw a yellow cliff far away
and the sea and white waves.
As I was human
I Ionged for other humans
and kept on looking
without blinking.
There was the sun
and there were rocks.
There were a few trees,
but the only creature there was me.
It was a private room without walls.
All I did was just stand or lie on the ground.
Madly I imagined
that I had a woman there beside me,
making her bear children
and building a family.
Luster on the Walls
Inside the stone windows, the floor was stone.
The table on the stone floor was stone.
The bed on the stone floor was stone.
The pillow was stone.
The tableware was stone.
There was no knob on the door.
There was no burial ground.
All the stone was black and lustrous.
The woman did not go out of the stone house.
The man was waiting for another man.
The men indulged themselves in pleasure, holding each other.
The woman was embraced only until she gave birth to a child.
The child the woman held in her arms was hungry and cried all the time.
Crying thus all the while, children grew to be men and women.
They never ceased to be, for several thousand years, there in the black stone.
In the Wall
A man was walking along a wall
a crazy wal！
There was a long crack in it
So he pered through and saw two bodies moving
in the far corner ofthe large white field
They Iooked warm
Were they trying to kill each other？
The one lifting its arms
and sticking out its chest
seemed to be a woman
Was she in ecstasy？
The one knocked down
secmed to be a woman
The large white foreground
melted the bodies dazzlingly
There was a flash of light
The man left the crack
and heard a violent crash ofthunder
Was that the end or the beginning？
〔337words〕
9/30/2008
Poems
Naturally Thinking
I shall fade out.
It arrives at my consciousness as a certain matter.
However when I say 'death', the meaning of the word
turns to be vague.
I surely shall die, though I do not take in dying as it is
suggested in general.
I find something different in it.
When a living man talks about death,
he insists on existence too much.
I dislike it.
I watched a tiny clod of cigarette ash, rolling on a floor.
I watched the ash, rolling on the film made and shot by Daisuke Nose.
I like 16mm film titled 'Everyday Life' with scenes of adored ash.
I talk about the film whenever I meet someone.
Facial expressions of people show that they do not understand
what I mean.
"Making 16mm film costs much. To complete one-minute-long
shot costs five thousand yen. I have to work five and a half
hours for making this-long shot, since I get nine hundred and twenty
yen per hour from my part-time job."
Narrating, Nose turns on a faucet in his movie to have water
run down.
He catches water into a ladle, shooting expanding water fringe.
He repeats shooting.
Gratuitousness is being realized.
I am moved.
Nose shoots a rubber band to a string-shaped dirt on a ceiling.
He spreads out aluminium one-yen coins one by one on the floor.
After he finished covering the floor fully with coins,
light of day and night travels.
He plays with the tiny clod of a cigarette by rolling it on the floor.
On the film, gratuitousness is being accumulated.
Nose talks about 'Everyday Life' modestly.
"My daily life is supported by a key phrase 'for the time being'
as my turning point, which is almost equivalent to Copernican
change of sphere."
Yes, we live for the time being.
My emotion is touched deeply.
I borrowed the film from Nose and converted it into video tape.
I watch his video-taped movie again and again.
My act is not comprehended by Nose.
I press a button of a video deck to switch off.
Not as a metaphor but an act.
My fingertip for pressing.
The electric current being shut off.
I think about formation of relationship composed of situational
equipment.
The relationship without directly connected element;
I myself live in.
On the screen, Nose breathes out to roll the ash on the floor
He exhales.
He has accomplished Copernican conversion.
I write down words avoiding metaphor .
Although the words themselves become metaphor.
It is complicated.
I shall fade out someday.
Ah, I want to keep on going lightly.
〔432words〕
I shall fade out.
It arrives at my consciousness as a certain matter.
However when I say 'death', the meaning of the word
turns to be vague.
I surely shall die, though I do not take in dying as it is
suggested in general.
I find something different in it.
When a living man talks about death,
he insists on existence too much.
I dislike it.
I watched a tiny clod of cigarette ash, rolling on a floor.
I watched the ash, rolling on the film made and shot by Daisuke Nose.
I like 16mm film titled 'Everyday Life' with scenes of adored ash.
I talk about the film whenever I meet someone.
Facial expressions of people show that they do not understand
what I mean.
"Making 16mm film costs much. To complete one-minute-long
shot costs five thousand yen. I have to work five and a half
hours for making this-long shot, since I get nine hundred and twenty
yen per hour from my part-time job."
Narrating, Nose turns on a faucet in his movie to have water
run down.
He catches water into a ladle, shooting expanding water fringe.
He repeats shooting.
Gratuitousness is being realized.
I am moved.
Nose shoots a rubber band to a string-shaped dirt on a ceiling.
He spreads out aluminium one-yen coins one by one on the floor.
After he finished covering the floor fully with coins,
light of day and night travels.
He plays with the tiny clod of a cigarette by rolling it on the floor.
On the film, gratuitousness is being accumulated.
Nose talks about 'Everyday Life' modestly.
"My daily life is supported by a key phrase 'for the time being'
as my turning point, which is almost equivalent to Copernican
change of sphere."
Yes, we live for the time being.
My emotion is touched deeply.
I borrowed the film from Nose and converted it into video tape.
I watch his video-taped movie again and again.
My act is not comprehended by Nose.
I press a button of a video deck to switch off.
Not as a metaphor but an act.
My fingertip for pressing.
The electric current being shut off.
I think about formation of relationship composed of situational
equipment.
The relationship without directly connected element;
I myself live in.
On the screen, Nose breathes out to roll the ash on the floor
He exhales.
He has accomplished Copernican conversion.
I write down words avoiding metaphor .
Although the words themselves become metaphor.
It is complicated.
I shall fade out someday.
Ah, I want to keep on going lightly.
〔432words〕
9/29/2008
Cooks Recipes | Parfait Dessert Recipes at CooksRecipes.com: a wesite review
Cooks Recipes Parfait Dessert Recipes at CooksRecipes.com is a English cooks recipes site which is containted from dessert recipe to cooking recipe.
・http://ma.gnolia.com/groups/wink/tags/cooking
"Clever Cooking Tip" appears next to this site's name. This is a little knowledge on making dish. The center of this site is given 22 Parfait Dessert Recipes and lines in alphabetical order.
The other, recipe categories has been at the lower left. These are not only dessert but also meat or vegetables dish.
For example, "International Food Recipes" is sorted out each contries.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/category/international.html
"Gramma Pie" "Lamingtons" have in part of Australia. There are Caribbean, China, Denmark and so on, and each contries are from 1 recipe to over 10 recipes.
The upper part of the first site has Home, Feattures, Cooking Dictionary, Cook-&-Book Review and Read the Articles.
The page of "Home" has featured recipe, recipe sampling and healthier recipes, and they also have recipes' pictures.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/index.html
The page of "Features" has video recipes. While we can watch this video, we can make much recipes.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/tips.html
We can search for cook wording in the page of "Cooking Dictionary".
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/cooking-dictionary/cooking-dictionary.html
We can watch many books which introduce cook, book names and the author.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/cookbook_reviews.html
There are many articles regarding cooking, foods, family and so on.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/features/articles.html
・http://ma.gnolia.com/groups/wink/tags/cooking
"Clever Cooking Tip" appears next to this site's name. This is a little knowledge on making dish. The center of this site is given 22 Parfait Dessert Recipes and lines in alphabetical order.
The other, recipe categories has been at the lower left. These are not only dessert but also meat or vegetables dish.
For example, "International Food Recipes" is sorted out each contries.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/category/international.html
"Gramma Pie" "Lamingtons" have in part of Australia. There are Caribbean, China, Denmark and so on, and each contries are from 1 recipe to over 10 recipes.
The upper part of the first site has Home, Feattures, Cooking Dictionary, Cook-&-Book Review and Read the Articles.
The page of "Home" has featured recipe, recipe sampling and healthier recipes, and they also have recipes' pictures.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/index.html
The page of "Features" has video recipes. While we can watch this video, we can make much recipes.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/tips.html
We can search for cook wording in the page of "Cooking Dictionary".
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/cooking-dictionary/cooking-dictionary.html
We can watch many books which introduce cook, book names and the author.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/cookbook_reviews.html
There are many articles regarding cooking, foods, family and so on.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/features/articles.html
This site have many appetizing dish's pictures. The recipes have much level and we can chose a recipe which we may make. Then I think we can enjoy making or watching many dishes because they have many pictures or video.
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Cooks Recipes Parfait Dessert Recipes: rereview
Cooks Recipes Parfait Dessert Recipes at CooksRecipes.com
http://www.cooksrecipes.com/desserts/parfait-and-trifle-dessert-recipes.html is a English cooks recipes site which is containted from dessert recipe to cooking recipe.
・http://ma.gnolia.com/groups/wink/tags/cooking
"Clever Cooking Tip" appears next to this site's name. This is a little
knowledge on making dish. The center of this site is given 22 Parfait
Dessert Recipes and lines in alphabetical order.
The other, recipe categories has been at the lower left. These are not only
dessert but also meat or vegetables dish.
For example, "International Food Recipes" is sorted out each contries.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/category/international.html*
"Gramma Pie" "Lamingtons" have in part of Australia. There are Caribbean,
China, Denmark and so on, and each contries are from 1 recipe to over 10
recipes.
The upper part of the first site has Home, Feattures, Cooking Dictionary,
Cook-&-Book Review and Read the Articles.
The page of "Home" has featured recipe, recipe sampling and healthier
recipes, and they also have recipes' pictures.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/index.html*
The page of "Features" has video recipes. While we can watch this video, we
can make much recipes.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/tips.html*
We can search for cook wording in the page of "Cooking Dictionary".
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/cooking-dictionary/cooking-dictionary.html*
We can watch many books which introduce cook, book names and the author.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/cookbook_reviews.html*
There are many articles regarding cooking, foods, family and so on.
・http://www.cooksrecipes.com/features/articles.html*
This site have many appetizing dish's pictures. The recipes have much level
and we can chose a recipe which we may make. Then I think we can enjoy
making or watching many dishes because they have many pictures or video.
A public of this site is also dessert's one.
Some recipes is written only words and hard to undestand.
I think this site is good because there are from desserts' sites to
breakfast or dinnersites.So,this can enjoy even only children or adult
and children also enjoy with adult.
I want to make "3-Chicken Cacciatore Manicotin".After clicking this menu,we can watch quantity of materials. At first,I must prepare these. After that,I follow an order,which I should look over English words which I don't know. Under the recipe. It is written how many servings do I make. This menu is written 7 servings. Then there are prepare time and cook time.The prepare time is 20 minutes and the cook time is 45 minutes about their recipe. At the end, there is nutritional facts per serving. It is good information for me.
I try to make dishes which is written in English. I can study both English and cooking. If I make a mistake of understanding English,the wrong dish will be finished!
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