Monday, June 14, 2010
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Saturday, May 15, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
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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.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Martin Luther King
"I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
Thursday, January 14, 2010
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