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Today's Quote:
Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well.
Josh Billings
MY SONG FOR THE WEEK; Come Close by Common ft Mary J Blige
I am EXTREMELY excited to continue my blog and show the world what I'm capable of. So once a week i will be posting my opinions, issues, entertainment and much more. Make sure you read my post and to get a link to my blog and recent postings follow me @Rachel8195 on twitter.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
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Saturday, May 1, 2010
The Colors of My Life
The Colors of MY LIFE
Red -the HORRIBLE times
Pink- the bad times
Dark Blue- the sad times
Baby Blue- the O.K times
Light Blue- the GREAT times
Sunday, April 25, 2010
"If We Must Die" BY: Claude Mckay
"If We Must Die"
BY: Claude McKay
If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! We must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one death blow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
"If we must die" by Claude Mckay is a very inspiring but rebellious poem. I feel this poem is about African Americans during the Harlem Renaissance. It is telling African Americans to fight for rights, equality, and fight against injustice, and discrimination. In addition if they must die, they will die with pride and die fighting back. I feel that this poem is not only reaching out to African Americans in the past but the people in the present as well. I think Mckay is telling everyone to fight any obstacle or dilemma that comes our way. Also, I believe Mckay is telling us to never backdown, and if we must die, we must die with honor.
Fight 4 What You Believe In on PhotoPeach
BY: Claude McKay
If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! We must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one death blow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
"If we must die" by Claude Mckay is a very inspiring but rebellious poem. I feel this poem is about African Americans during the Harlem Renaissance. It is telling African Americans to fight for rights, equality, and fight against injustice, and discrimination. In addition if they must die, they will die with pride and die fighting back. I feel that this poem is not only reaching out to African Americans in the past but the people in the present as well. I think Mckay is telling everyone to fight any obstacle or dilemma that comes our way. Also, I believe Mckay is telling us to never backdown, and if we must die, we must die with honor.
Fight 4 What You Believe In on PhotoPeach
Friday, April 23, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Legends
The Headless Horseman
retold by
S. E. Schlosser
One cold winter night, early in the New Year, a certain Dutchman left the tavern in Tarrytown and started walking to his home in the hollow nearby. His path led next to the old Sleepy Hollow cemetery where a headless Hessian soldier was buried. At midnight, the Dutchman came within site of the graveyard. The weather had warmed up during the week, and the snow was almost gone from the road. It was a dark night with no moon, and the only light came from his lantern. The Dutchman was nervous about passing the graveyard, remembering the rumors of a galloping ghost that he had heard at the tavern. He stumbled along, humming to himself to keep up his courage. Suddenly, his eye was caught by a light rising from the ground in the cemetery. He stopped, his heart pounding in fear. Before his startled eyes, a white mist burst forth from an unmarked grave and formed into a large horse carrying a headless rider. The Dutchman let out a terrible scream as the horse leapt toward him at a full gallop. He took to his heels, running as fast as he could, making for the bridge since he knew that ghosts and evil spirits did not care to cross running water. He stumbled suddenly and fell, rolling off the road into a melting patch of snow. The headless rider thundered past him, and the man got a second look at the headless ghost. It was wearing a Hessian commander's uniform. The Dutchman waited a good hour after the ghost disappeared before crawling out of the bushes and making his way home. After fortifying himself with schnapps, the Dutchman told his wife about the ghost. By noon of the next day, the story was all over Tarrytown. The good Dutch folk were divided in their opinions. Some thought that the ghost must be roaming the roads at night in search of its head. Others claimed that the Hessian soldier rose from the grave to lead the Hessian soldiers in a charge up nearby Chatterton Hill, not knowing that the hill had already been taken by the British. Whatever the reason, the Headless Horseman continues to roam the roads near Tarrytown on dark nights from that day to this.
retold by
S. E. Schlosser
One cold winter night, early in the New Year, a certain Dutchman left the tavern in Tarrytown and started walking to his home in the hollow nearby. His path led next to the old Sleepy Hollow cemetery where a headless Hessian soldier was buried. At midnight, the Dutchman came within site of the graveyard. The weather had warmed up during the week, and the snow was almost gone from the road. It was a dark night with no moon, and the only light came from his lantern. The Dutchman was nervous about passing the graveyard, remembering the rumors of a galloping ghost that he had heard at the tavern. He stumbled along, humming to himself to keep up his courage. Suddenly, his eye was caught by a light rising from the ground in the cemetery. He stopped, his heart pounding in fear. Before his startled eyes, a white mist burst forth from an unmarked grave and formed into a large horse carrying a headless rider. The Dutchman let out a terrible scream as the horse leapt toward him at a full gallop. He took to his heels, running as fast as he could, making for the bridge since he knew that ghosts and evil spirits did not care to cross running water. He stumbled suddenly and fell, rolling off the road into a melting patch of snow. The headless rider thundered past him, and the man got a second look at the headless ghost. It was wearing a Hessian commander's uniform. The Dutchman waited a good hour after the ghost disappeared before crawling out of the bushes and making his way home. After fortifying himself with schnapps, the Dutchman told his wife about the ghost. By noon of the next day, the story was all over Tarrytown. The good Dutch folk were divided in their opinions. Some thought that the ghost must be roaming the roads at night in search of its head. Others claimed that the Hessian soldier rose from the grave to lead the Hessian soldiers in a charge up nearby Chatterton Hill, not knowing that the hill had already been taken by the British. Whatever the reason, the Headless Horseman continues to roam the roads near Tarrytown on dark nights from that day to this.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Festivals
Target Free Third Saturdays
(April)
Saturday, April 17, 2010
11:00 am - 8:30 pm
El Museo del Barrio
Admission: Free Once a month, El Museo del Barrio opens its doors to everyone interested in exploring the vibrancy and diversity of Latino Culture. Through free concerts, exhibitions, gallery tours, art making workshops, walking tours, film screenings, and Spoken Word recitals, SUPER SABADO! showcases traditions, cultural expressions, and the latest in Latino art.
Admission: FREE TO ALL PROGRAMS
Friday, March 19, 2010
To My Alarm Clock & Smiling
To My Alarm Clock
By Anonymous
Every morning I lie there innocently sleeping
When the peace is ruptured by
a horrible beeping.
My serenity ripped asunder,
sudden and drastic
By this evil, demonic, red-eyed
piece of plastic.
I roll over in pain and pound
on the snooze,
Groaning, moaning, thinking
'What's there to lose?'
'Don't make me get up, j
ust nine minutes more
The same thing I've said
every morning before.
It's not that I hate mornings
or dread the new day.
It's just that I loathe
waking up in this way.
I'd much rather simply rise
up with the light,
Glowing in the window,
chasing away the night.
But the sudden screaming,
the incessant fuss,
Makes me want to yell and cry
and simply to cuss.
Especially the knowledge
that all of my sorrow
Will be repeated the same time,
same way, tomorrow.
By Anonymous
Smiling is infectious you can catch it like the flu
when someone smiled at me I started smiling too
when I passed the corner someone saw my grin
when he smiled I realized I passed it onto him
I thought about that smile and realized its worth
a single smile just like mine could travel round the earth
so if you feel a smile begin don't leave it undetected
lets start an epidemic quick and get the world infected
I think To My Alarm Clock and Smiling are very entertaining
and enjoyable. I think these two poems appeal to me in a way.The
poem To My Alarm Clock reminds me of the times when I would
have to wake up in the morning and get ready for school, and no matter
how loud my alarm clock is i would try to ignore it. I would always say
" Five minutes more". And it is not that I hate mornings is just
that hate waking up in this way, tired and sleepy. The poem Smiling reminds
me that even though I maybe tired in the mornings, I still put a smile on my
face and it makes me happy that I can spread a smile around.
By Anonymous
Every morning I lie there innocently sleeping
When the peace is ruptured by
a horrible beeping.
My serenity ripped asunder,
sudden and drastic
By this evil, demonic, red-eyed
piece of plastic.
I roll over in pain and pound
on the snooze,
Groaning, moaning, thinking
'What's there to lose?'
'Don't make me get up, j
ust nine minutes more
The same thing I've said
every morning before.
It's not that I hate mornings
or dread the new day.
It's just that I loathe
waking up in this way.
I'd much rather simply rise
up with the light,
Glowing in the window,
chasing away the night.
But the sudden screaming,
the incessant fuss,
Makes me want to yell and cry
and simply to cuss.
Especially the knowledge
that all of my sorrow
Will be repeated the same time,
same way, tomorrow.
Smiling is infectious you can catch it like the flu
when someone smiled at me I started smiling too
when I passed the corner someone saw my grin
when he smiled I realized I passed it onto him
I thought about that smile and realized its worth
a single smile just like mine could travel round the earth
so if you feel a smile begin don't leave it undetected
lets start an epidemic quick and get the world infected
I think To My Alarm Clock and Smiling are very entertaining
and enjoyable. I think these two poems appeal to me in a way.The
poem To My Alarm Clock reminds me of the times when I would
have to wake up in the morning and get ready for school, and no matter
how loud my alarm clock is i would try to ignore it. I would always say
" Five minutes more". And it is not that I hate mornings is just
that hate waking up in this way, tired and sleepy. The poem Smiling reminds
me that even though I maybe tired in the mornings, I still put a smile on my
face and it makes me happy that I can spread a smile around.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Pop Culture: Peru Desserts: Crema volteada
The Crema volteada is turned cream. This is one of the most delicious peruvian desserts. And the best of all: is very simple. With only a little of evaporated and condensed milk, eggs, vanilla and sugar, you’ll have a tasty dessert – and, if the weather in your region is hot, you’ll love it even more.
Ingredients:
Melt the sugar syrupy and spread this in a mold. Let it cool down.
Beat the eggs slightly with a fork and add the milks and vanilla. Strain this mix and pour in the mold.
Cook in double boiler for 45 minutes or bake it (with a medium temperature) for 1 h 15 m, more or less.
Let it cool down. Remove from the mold when it’s cold. You can refrigerate it.
Ingredients:
- One can of condensed milk (it’s more or less 400 g – 14 oz)
- 400 ml (14 oz) of evaporated milk
- 4 eggs
- 1 teaspoon of vanilla
- 3/4 cup of sugar
Melt the sugar syrupy and spread this in a mold. Let it cool down.
Beat the eggs slightly with a fork and add the milks and vanilla. Strain this mix and pour in the mold.
Cook in double boiler for 45 minutes or bake it (with a medium temperature) for 1 h 15 m, more or less.
Let it cool down. Remove from the mold when it’s cold. You can refrigerate it.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Education
Some children don't really realize the opportunities they have. I am sick and fed up of children taking advantage of education. Some kids go to school and don't even notice that what they have is a blessing. Everyday I go to school and all I can see are kids in the hallways playing around, chatting and not getting their work done. And, when the bells would ring and I would have to move to my next class all I can smell in the hallways are weed. Many children don't notice that somewhere across the country there is some one dying to take their spot and will actually do their best to learn. It is stupid to throw away you dreams and the opportunity to succeed. Every year, of every day and of every minute kids are dropping out of high schools.The report states that only 52 percent of public high school students in these cities graduate after four years, while the national average is 70 percent. Some 1.2 million public high school students drop out every year, according to researchers.The report finds that, overall, 17 of the public school systems in 50 major cities have graduation rates of 50 percent or lower, and the average graduation rate of all 50 systems is 58 percent. The findings are based on federal Department of Education statistics for the 2003-2004 school year. Many people want to be successful and have the money, the cars, the clothes, everything. But, some people need to understand in order to make paper($) you must have paper(diploma). Education is important.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Women Issue: Single Mothers
When you think of the phrase "single parent," what comes to mind? Do you picture someone like yourself?
You might be surprised to know how many single parents are out there trying to make life better for themselves and their children. I think single mothers have it real bad. Single mothers have to take on the role of the mother and the father. Single mothers must work up to 2 jobs or more to put food on the table, clothes on the kids backs, and keep a roof over their head. Most single mothers can't even find jobs.The high unemployment rate for single mothers is a serious problem. But at the end of the day single women all over the world are going to make it through because just by having the thought that one day they can stop the cycle with their kid makes them happy. In addition, to also know that there are other mothers there going through the same things. So for all the single mothers go to this website so that it can help you with your children and to help you get ready for any situation that presents itself.
You might be surprised to know how many single parents are out there trying to make life better for themselves and their children. I think single mothers have it real bad. Single mothers have to take on the role of the mother and the father. Single mothers must work up to 2 jobs or more to put food on the table, clothes on the kids backs, and keep a roof over their head. Most single mothers can't even find jobs.The high unemployment rate for single mothers is a serious problem. But at the end of the day single women all over the world are going to make it through because just by having the thought that one day they can stop the cycle with their kid makes them happy. In addition, to also know that there are other mothers there going through the same things. So for all the single mothers go to this website so that it can help you with your children and to help you get ready for any situation that presents itself.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Teen Issue( Teen Pregnancy)
Over the years teen pregnancy has taken a toll on the nation. "The United States has the highest rates of teen pregnancy and births in the western industrialized world. Teen pregnancy costs the United States at least $7 billion annually." Thirty-four percent of young women become pregnant at least once before they reach the age of 20 about 820,000 a year. On Friday, February 5th 2010 on Foxnews.com it was reported that an 11 year old mother has given birth to her baby boy.
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