Okay, A- on the final assignment for English Sound System & Structure which now officially places my grade in Michelson’s course into the B- to A- range, given course participation and final project, I have the potential to earn an A so this is making me slightly more comfortable than I have been.
A full post later tonight.
Stomach Cramps from stress can begin in 3, 2, 1…
Okay, A- on the final assignment for English Sound System & Structure which now officially places my grade in Michelson’s course into the B- to A- range, given course participation and final project, I have the potential to earn an A so this is making me slightly more comfortable than I have been.
A full post later tonight.
Stomach Cramps from stress can begin in 3, 2, 1…
Hi Matt,
I thought it was a good presentation, except you didn’t introduce the topic very well and didn’t tie the material in with the course contents. I’d grade that B+. If you want to do a *short* written summary – really no more than five pages – of the argument, including a proper introduction of the topic and your evaluation in the context of some of the stuff we discussed in class, I’d accept that cumulatively for a better grade. The paper would be due next Thursday.
Cheers — Juergen
Well, despite the fact that I did tie it into cognition, family structure, definitions of community and I did introduce it well (based on peer and graduate feedback) I’ll give Jürgen the chance to bust my balls a bit, given that I’ve busted his all semester.
So B+ because I’m feeling the semester pinch and really, really, really don’t have time to write another paper.
Now, just the field experiment…hahahahaha…oh god…
Hi Matt,
I thought it was a good presentation, except you didn’t introduce the topic very well and didn’t tie the material in with the course contents. I’d grade that B+. If you want to do a *short* written summary – really no more than five pages – of the argument, including a proper introduction of the topic and your evaluation in the context of some of the stuff we discussed in class, I’d accept that cumulatively for a better grade. The paper would be due next Thursday.
Cheers — Juergen
Well, despite the fact that I did tie it into cognition, family structure, definitions of community and I did introduce it well (based on peer and graduate feedback) I’ll give Jürgen the chance to bust my balls a bit, given that I’ve busted his all semester.
So B+ because I’m feeling the semester pinch and really, really, really don’t have time to write another paper.
Now, just the field experiment…hahahahaha…oh god…
I think it went well; I’ll know if it went well enough to not have to write a paper later this evening or this weekend (though, the sooner the better, since if I have to write a paper, more time would be better than less).
Now, off to Arabic Class (Mid-Term next Thursday) and then a meeting in the Student Union, then dinner :o)
I think it went well; I’ll know if it went well enough to not have to write a paper later this evening or this weekend (though, the sooner the better, since if I have to write a paper, more time would be better than less).
Now, off to Arabic Class (Mid-Term next Thursday) and then a meeting in the Student Union, then dinner :o)
I wasn’t planning on writing about the Virginia Tech Shootings; though my heart goes out to everyone affected by them, no matter how distant, our nation is once again in mourning. Judaism teaches us that each of us are a world into ourselves, and some worlds were cut short yesterday. However, I felt compelled to write about the tragedy after receiving an email today from a local Rabbi.
Yesterday, on Yom Hashoah, a Holocaust Survivor – Professor Liviu Librescu – a 77 year old Jewish Romanian Israeli survivor of the Holocaust – gave his life so that his students could live. He blocked his classroom door to keep the gunman out as students escaped through the window, sacrificing his life for those of his students. He will be forever remembered as a hero.
And while so many in the Arab world rally in the street when their youth ‘sacrifice’ their lives as suicide bombers I’d like to point out a major difference: Professor Liviu gave his life so that others could live: he used his body as a shield, not as a weapon.
Professor Liviu and his wife Marlina emigrated to Israel from Romania in 1978 and had been living in the United States for 22 years.
To all those who are affected by this tragedy, from my family to yours, I extend condolences: may the source of peace send healing to all those who mourn and be a source of comfort to all who are bereaved.
I wasn’t planning on writing about the Virginia Tech Shootings; though my heart goes out to everyone affected by them, no matter how distant, our nation is once again in mourning. Judaism teaches us that each of us are a world into ourselves, and some worlds were cut short yesterday. However, I felt compelled to write about the tragedy after receiving an email today from a local Rabbi.
Yesterday, on Yom Hashoah, a Holocaust Survivor – Professor Liviu Librescu – a 77 year old Jewish Romanian Israeli survivor of the Holocaust – gave his life so that his students could live. He blocked his classroom door to keep the gunman out as students escaped through the window, sacrificing his life for those of his students. He will be forever remembered as a hero.
And while so many in the Arab world rally in the street when their youth ‘sacrifice’ their lives as suicide bombers I’d like to point out a major difference: Professor Liviu gave his life so that others could live: he used his body as a shield, not as a weapon.
Professor Liviu and his wife Marlina emigrated to Israel from Romania in 1978 and had been living in the United States for 22 years.
To all those who are affected by this tragedy, from my family to yours, I extend condolences: may the source of peace send healing to all those who mourn and be a source of comfort to all who are bereaved.
Crosses of Long Island City
Long Island City, New York
And a child’s walking down the street holding onto her rosary praying to Jesus to protect her from the demons that she fears hide in darkened corners and alleys as she walks from the subway she took from her church of affluence into neighborhoods that her parents would be appalled to find her in: that bad side of town. She hikes her skirt up and puts on some eye liner and some lipstick: deep red, positively crimson as she heads to her night job: looking for a little bit of street cred.
Her clients are the prostitutes, the homeless and beautiful boys who were forced to work the street because their parents threw them out because of who they loved as she ‘steals’ bread which Jesus freely gave from her church kitchen to bring to the hungry and the starving and the infected as she ignores the messages of her priest who tells her that good girls are quiet and meek and listen to their husband’s every command: and I’m proud ’cause I see a righteous sixteen year old girl pouring soup into the mouths of the hungry and holding the sick and I see someone who’s doing God’s work:who read the book:who got the message:who chooses to live her life in his spirit.
She doles out advice as she hands out food and she dances as she works/in the summer heat, music is playing from the clubs which rich white men browse as their wives are home hoping that their husbands get the contract that they said they were going to be out signing and she takes down their license plates to make sure that her friends are going to come home safe because if they’re willing to break their contract between God and their Spouse then she knows that they’re not opposed to breaking something else.
She knows her parents won’t call her because they think she’s at youth group as she’s told them every weekend she’s gone out since age twelve:and in a way she is as she takes care of the children and reads to them stories of the lord and brings them trinkets that she finds to keep them occupied while their mothers are inside tinted lairs and she pockets vitamins from the local pharmacist from her home town who she caught here last week and she knows that he’ll keep them coming because sometimes you have to twist some things to make sure that people get taken care of and if instilling the fear of god into a man will make sure that children don’t die then she’s more than happy to take that up with St. Peter when it’s her time.
The local pimp once raised his hand to her when she gave him what for and as angels swooped down from the sky they took hold of his wrist and as he soon found out that he couldn’t move as her stare bored into his eyes and saw through his soul and he found himself standing there naked before her yet fully clothed as her chest rose and fell with her cross lying perfectly in the center all she had to say was “you wouldn’t dare” and dare he wouldn’t because he felt Gabriel holding onto his wrist and too many people think that miracles these days don’t exist but I know them for I have seen the beautiful Crosses of Long Island City.
Crosses of Long Island City
Long Island City, New York
And a child’s walking down the street holding onto her rosary praying to Jesus to protect her from the demons that she fears hide in darkened corners and alleys as she walks from the subway she took from her church of affluence into neighborhoods that her parents would be appalled to find her in: that bad side of town. She hikes her skirt up and puts on some eye liner and some lipstick: deep red, positively crimson as she heads to her night job: looking for a little bit of street cred.
Her clients are the prostitutes, the homeless and beautiful boys who were forced to work the street because their parents threw them out because of who they loved as she ‘steals’ bread which Jesus freely gave from her church kitchen to bring to the hungry and the starving and the infected as she ignores the messages of her priest who tells her that good girls are quiet and meek and listen to their husband’s every command: and I’m proud ’cause I see a righteous sixteen year old girl pouring soup into the mouths of the hungry and holding the sick and I see someone who’s doing God’s work:who read the book:who got the message:who chooses to live her life in his spirit.
She doles out advice as she hands out food and she dances as she works/in the summer heat, music is playing from the clubs which rich white men browse as their wives are home hoping that their husbands get the contract that they said they were going to be out signing and she takes down their license plates to make sure that her friends are going to come home safe because if they’re willing to break their contract between God and their Spouse then she knows that they’re not opposed to breaking something else.
She knows her parents won’t call her because they think she’s at youth group as she’s told them every weekend she’s gone out since age twelve:and in a way she is as she takes care of the children and reads to them stories of the lord and brings them trinkets that she finds to keep them occupied while their mothers are inside tinted lairs and she pockets vitamins from the local pharmacist from her home town who she caught here last week and she knows that he’ll keep them coming because sometimes you have to twist some things to make sure that people get taken care of and if instilling the fear of god into a man will make sure that children don’t die then she’s more than happy to take that up with St. Peter when it’s her time.
The local pimp once raised his hand to her when she gave him what for and as angels swooped down from the sky they took hold of his wrist and as he soon found out that he couldn’t move as her stare bored into his eyes and saw through his soul and he found himself standing there naked before her yet fully clothed as her chest rose and fell with her cross lying perfectly in the center all she had to say was “you wouldn’t dare” and dare he wouldn’t because he felt Gabriel holding onto his wrist and too many people think that miracles these days don’t exist but I know them for I have seen the beautiful Crosses of Long Island City.
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