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			<title>The Problwm With the Internet</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10972-The-Problwm-With-the-Internet</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2010 16:41:57 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>My school is quite a place 
they  are leading onward 
in the technology race 
 
They give laptops to us all 
to do our schoolwork on 
when we plug...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">My school is quite a place<br />
they  are leading onward<br />
in the technology race<br />
<br />
They give laptops to us all<br />
to do our schoolwork on<br />
when we plug into the walls<br />
<br />
Free internet without wires<br />
does the trick all over campus<br />
so the school won't be called a liar<br />
<br />
when they say that they're the best<br />
in technology, computers, <br />
and all the rest<br />
<br />
But the problem is easy to see<br />
with using computers for homework<br />
and even studying<br />
<br />
when you get on just like they say<br />
to do your work<br />
instead you play<br />
<br />
I have intentions that are good<br />
but when I open firefox<br />
I don't do what I should<br />
<br />
I'm on the forums night and day<br />
and on facebook, e-mail<br />
and finding games to play<br />
<br />
How can I get my work done<br />
when the internet<br />
can be so much fun?</blockquote>

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			<title>A Minute or More</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10965-A-Minute-or-More</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2010 14:39:08 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>One of my college classes was just canceled and I am quite unsure of what I should do with this random extra 2 hours before me. I probably should be...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">One of my college classes was just canceled and I am quite unsure of what I should do with this random extra 2 hours before me. I probably should be studying or writing my essay but instead I'm on here. :]<br />
<br />
A poem to pass the time:<br />
<br />
What to do with a minute<br />
or two or three or four?<br />
it's but 60 seconds multiplied<br />
but what if it's so much more?<br />
<br />
It could be a moment inspired<br />
a discovery, invention, or song<br />
it could be a gift of love or hope<br />
that helps a good friend along<br />
<br />
It could be a terrible minute<br />
one misused on anger or hate<br />
one used to put down and hit<br />
to hurt, steal, or berate<br />
<br />
Or it could be a frivolous moment<br />
wasted on writing silly ol' lines<br />
just sitting and not doing anything<br />
what a terrible use of ones time<br />
<br />
What to do with a minute<br />
or two or three or four?<br />
I do believe the third options for me<br />
I plan on doing nothing anymore</blockquote>

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			<title>To my Fiend</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 04 Sep 2010 03:11:29 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I wanted to write a poem and this is what came out, no it is not from a personal experience.  
 
To my Fiend 
 
O friend how can words justly share...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I wanted to write a poem and this is what came out, no it is not from a personal experience. <br />
<br />
To my Fiend<br />
<br />
O friend how can words justly share<br />
the feelings inside, so dark, so fair<br />
you cry out, save me from this place<br />
and I, a stone, do not race<br />
to your aid<br />
<br />
For friendship was forsaken long ago<br />
the motives still I do not know<br />
that one so close could me betray<br />
Friend I lost you that day<br />
you stole<br />
<br />
My heart broken ne'er to be whole<br />
for you, the thief, my dearest one stole<br />
you took the one I loved above all<br />
and in that moment I did fall<br />
to darkness<br />
<br />
a rope, a chair, a tear stained note<br />
you reasoned why you could not cope<br />
but ne'er once did you call to me<br />
nor teary eyes did ever I see<br />
so why?<br />
<br />
and now your voice upon my mind<br />
echoes but no source can I find<br />
you call for help, a cry never made<br />
you took it, silent, to your grave<br />
my friend<br />
<br />
O fiend who took my dearest love<br />
no forgiveness from here or from above<br />
could ever be found from me to you<br />
the night you chose to do<br />
the worst</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA["Doing my homework" -supposedly]]></title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10948-quot-Doing-my-homework-quot-supposedly</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 23:13:11 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Sitting here 
I've lost focus 
my eyes linger here 
pause there 
flit from one thing to the next 
the simplest sound 
draws my attention 
the air...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Sitting here<br />
I've lost focus<br />
my eyes linger here<br />
pause there<br />
flit from one thing to the next<br />
the simplest sound<br />
draws my attention<br />
the air conditioner whirring<br />
a bird outside rustling leaves<br />
leaves so green<br />
the carpet is green as well<br />
it's very dirty carpet<br />
perhaps someone should clean it?<br />
who should?<br />
the janitor?<br />
I've heard he is crazy<br />
yes...<br />
I've lost my focus<br />
...<br />
now what was I doing?<br />
ah yes<br />
sitting.</blockquote>

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			<title>A Gory Poem</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 19:07:43 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[My poem entitled Gory. Warning: the title is not a misnomer (But it's not really a disgusting, creepy gory). :] A prayer to God.... 
 
 
Dear Lord,...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">My poem entitled Gory. Warning: the title is not a misnomer (But it's not really a disgusting, creepy gory). :] A prayer to God....<br />
<br />
<br />
Dear Lord,<br />
Take your scalpel in hand, cut in<br />
from nape to button-<br />
Peal back my skin,<br />
snap my ribs,<br />
push them back<br />
reach in,<br />
dig in,<br />
and pull out my heart...<br />
but make this just the start.<br />
Take it<br />
and squeeze-<br />
squeeze until it beats<br />
to your rhythm-<br />
squeeze until you<br />
mold it to your image.<br />
Take a sponge and<br />
scrub it until it sparkles,<br />
till it bleeds.<br />
Then pull out my veins-<br />
pull them out.<br />
Take these bloody spouts and fill them, not<br />
with liquid red<br />
but with life,<br />
that I might bleed truth<br />
and then fill my lungs<br />
with breath from above,<br />
that I may breath out not air<br />
but love, then<br />
sew me up lord.<br />
but don't stop there, no<br />
don't stop!<br />
with new innards<br />
change me outwards:<br />
take my skin and<br />
make it akin to<br />
the sun<br />
I wanna shine,<br />
Pull out my eyes and<br />
put in mirrors<br />
so I might see into<br />
myself and others,<br />
replace my lips with a smile<br />
and all the while<br />
yank out my tongue<br />
and put in its place<br />
a dove,<br />
that I may speak only words<br />
of peace and love,<br />
cut off my hands and<br />
give me ones with<br />
scars and holes<br />
to remind me why I live<br />
and live a life so full,<br />
saw off my feet and install<br />
maps and wheels<br />
of the strongest steel<br />
that I will go<br />
everywhere.<br />
Do it now Lord-<br />
Now.<br />
Will it hurt?<br />
There is no other way.<br />
Will it be messy?<br />
I hope you say<br />
it will, because I am a mess<br />
and to fix it<br />
you must mess me up<br />
tear me up<br />
cut me up<br />
leave nothing except<br />
for you<br />
Do it Lord.<br />
Now.<br />
______</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[Wow...it's been a while]]></title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10893-Wow-it-s-been-a-while</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 14:09:03 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Hi everyone! I've missed you!  
 
So a lot has happened since I last posted. Our newspaper won some awards (it's first year!) and my teacher named an...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Hi everyone! I've missed you! <br />
<br />
So a lot has happened since I last posted. Our newspaper won some awards (it's first year!) and my teacher named an award after me (The [insert my last name] Initiative Award)!  School was crazy with AP tests and my Hero Project (80 hours of community service at a tutoring center- Lily Adams did the same thing- yay!). <br />
<br />
I went on my first (and probably last) cruise. It was to Mexico and was gorgeous. I got to swim with dolphins and that was fantastic.<br />
<br />
I graduated high school! Magna Cum Laude, I had a 4.3 GPA and a couple chords around my neck- plus a pin fr having over 250 hours of community service. The graduation service was pretty good, short compared to others. I had a lot of family and friends come (had to bribe students to give me their extra tickets haha). <br />
<br />
I went to that scholarship competition I mentioned... and won! Full ride, room, board, and lap top! So, long story short, I'm typing on the school laptop up here in the upper peninsula of Michigan (brrrr!). I'll be studying elementary education with a language arts emphasis. <br />
<br />
My current classes are (well they start on Monday anyways):<br />
<br />
<b>Honors Origins of Western Values: antiquity </b>(which means...old books! yay :] and the teacher is amazing, I've only met him twice but he is very enthusiastic and nice).<br />
<br />
<b>Honors Influences of Modern Art: European sources</b><br />
<br />
<b>Public Address</b> (aka speech class. I've heard the teacher is as dry as sand from the Sahara)<br />
<br />
<b>Health Promotion</b> (the mandatory health class for all students- it's on saturdays!)<br />
<br />
and<br />
<br />
<b>Life Science for the Elementary Educator</b> (easy biology but the teacher is slightly loopy! Half of our class will be spent in a virtual world. Have you ever heard of Second Life? We had to create an account and learn the basics- walking, flying, teleporting, changing clothes....etc. She likes to appear as a snow leopard sometimes. )<br />
<br />
<br />
So, yah...those are my classes. I'm kind of bored waiting for classes to start. I'm all alone up here- no friends or family really near by. I have a third cousin's best friend living 2 1/2 hours away who I've met before....my third cousin lives 2 hours away from her so that 4 1/2 hours to the nearest relative. <br />
<br />
I also I the most amazing relative ever living about 12 hours away. He's my second cousin. He lives out in the middle of nowhere in between a river (about a stone throws from his house) and a lake (across the street from his house) where he enjoys canoeing with his dog ginger and going fly fishing. He lives is the gorgeous three story log cabin by himself- his wife died of cancer last year. He also makes stone carvings. they are gorgeous! Even the President owns one of them! He goes on trips all over the world- to speak and to collect art. He teaches at Western Michigan University and has a doctorate. All this is pretty amazing- what's even more amazing is...<br />
<br />
he is blind! that's right, blind. Can't see a thing. Someone shot him when he was 30 and he's been blind the last 30 years. But he still does all those amazing things! I got to visit him this last week on my way up here and it was inspirational. To see him do things a normal person has trouble with, without the use of his eyes...wow. Here's a link to his website but the pictures aren't very good so don't judge his artwork of them :] <br />
<br />
<a href="http://ananastonecarving.com/index.php" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://ananastonecarving.com/index.php</a><br />
<br />
Anyways...in other random news my brother is finally leaving for the air force! He's been trying since march of last year and he is scheduled to leave in November. My mom will be left alone with the dogs so she's been feeling lonely lately.<br />
<br />
hm...what else? Well I can't think of anything right now but I'm sure I will later.<br />
<br />
I'm still writing poetry, maybe I'll post some here a while later. <br />
<br />
Write to you later!</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[Oh snickerdoodles I'm excited!!!!]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 17:57:39 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Guess what?! Truly you will never guess...well Maybe Lily Adams will but she has an unfair advantage since she goes to my school... 
* 
I GOT MY...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Guess what?! Truly you will never guess...well Maybe Lily Adams will but she has an unfair advantage since she goes to my school...<br />
<font size="4"><b><font color="Indigo"><br />
I GOT MY FIRST COLLEGE ACCEPTANCE LETTER!</font></b></font><br />
<br />
Whoopeee!<br />
<br />
I was accepted into Northern Michigan University yesterday for Fall next year- early admission because of a scholarship competition I want to be in in two weeks.<br />
<br />
Anyone live in upper Michingan?<br />
<br />
Anyways, I'm excited.<br />
<br />
So, in other news-<br />
<br />
So our school news site is really booming and more and more people are viewing it. We have this really cool map that tells us where people looked at the site from and we've had world wide hits from:<br />
<br />
Australia <br />
Brazil  <br />
France  <br />
Germany  <br />
India  <br />
Italy <br />
Canada  <br />
Philippines <br />
Saudi Arabia <br />
Singapore <br />
South Africa <br />
Spain <br />
United Arab Emirates <br />
United Kingdom  <br />
 and of course the United States <br />
<br />
I really want to see hits from every country so I have a favor to ask,<br />
<br />
If you live in or visit a country that isn't on that list could you go to our site? Click on any article and enjoy! It would be awesome to see our map fill up. Even if you are from one of those countries visit, most only have one view from each country. <br />
<br />
Our amazing site is:<br />
<a href="http://www.thefoothilldragon.org" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><br />
http://www.thefoothilldragon.org</a><br />
<br />
Thanks everyone!</blockquote>

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			<title>The Opening!!!!!!!</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 00:21:27 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Yay! My school news site is officially up and runnging!!!!!!!!!!!! I am the news editor and put a ton of work into it. We have been working nonstop...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Yay! My school news site is officially up and runnging!!!!!!!!!!!! I am the news editor and put a ton of work into it. We have been working nonstop for three weeks to pull it together. :}<br />
<br />
<font color="DarkRed">Check us out at <a href="http://thefoothilldragon.org" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">thefoothilldragon.org</a></font><br />
<br />
<font color="black">This is my first article I wrote:<br />
<a href="http://www.thefoothilldragon.org/JMLA/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=article&amp;id=94:foothill-seeks-to-become-avid-demonstration-school&amp;catid=60:breaking-news" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Foothill Seeks...</a><br />
</font><br />
<font color="White"><br />
<br />
This is a column I write: (I am the happy one)<br />
<a href="http://www.thefoothilldragon.org/JMLA/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=category&amp;layout=blog&amp;id=67&amp;Itemid=60" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Rant and Rave Columns</a></font><br />
<br />
<br />
<font color="DarkRed">And here is a blog I do with Lily Adams:<br />
<a href="http://www.thefoothilldragon.org/blogs/elizabeth_laturner/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.thefoothilldragon.org/blo...beth_laturner/</a><br />
</font><br />
<br />
So of you are wondering where I have been and why I haven't been posting or writing blogs this is the answer. Enjoy!</blockquote>

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			<title>Olives: The Black Deception</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 00:12:37 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>As a child it was told many a time around the holidays about how a large bowl of olives was placed in front of me as preparation for Thanksgiving...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">As a child it was told many a time around the holidays about how a large bowl of olives was placed in front of me as preparation for Thanksgiving dinner went on- a bowl fit to feed a dozen. A few minutes later the bowl was mysteriously empty.<br />
<br />
&quot;Blame it on Henry!&quot; My mother would laugh. Henry, a dear family friend always picked olives off his pizza and offered them to me as a toddler. I would crawl up onto his lap, open my mouth, and he would plop them in- hmmm!<br />
<br />
Who doesn't love olives? My mother doesn't- she doesn't like many &quot;healthy&quot; vegetable foods. But I did. Everything she didn't eat I would- broccoli, asparagus, artichokes and mostly, olives. Mhmmmm. <br />
<br />
And today I discovered the lie. <br />
<br />
Olives aren't healthy!<br />
Far from it. I always thought- oh I shall have a nice healthy snack after school and eat a can of olives.<br />
<br />
A can of olive is half my daily salt!<br />
And a ridicules amount of fat!<br />
<br />
The salt is the preservative so I can avoid that by finding fresh olives (though I've never actually seen any) but the fat! Oh dear!<br />
<br />
What a great lie I have lived in. Hitler said the best lies are the biggest. Well olives are delicious lies. No protein, no vitamins, no fiber- just fat! *SIGH*<br />
<b><br />
Future generations must be educated- some healthy foods aren't healthy!</b> Cucumbers have more carbs then good things. And corn? Can you say calories? <br />
<br />
At least I can count on my artichokes...</blockquote>

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			<title>A Sleepover Poem</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8821-A-Sleepover-Poem</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 15:32:11 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>* 
Pickles, socks, and flowers, 
giggles and girls, 
no thing to silly 
cannot become 
serious matters. 
boys and books, 
ice cream and I scream,...</description>
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<font color="DarkGreen">Pickles, socks, and flowers,<br />
giggles and girls,<br />
no thing to silly<br />
cannot become<br />
serious matters.<br />
boys and books,<br />
ice cream and I scream,<br />
murders in dark corners<br />
screams in the night.<br />
painted faces<br />
and faint traces<br />
of elvish on white arms,<br />
pools and princes,<br />
drawings and dinner,<br />
all the fun in the world<br />
rolled up <br />
in seven sleeping bags.<br />
memories made,<br />
dreams shared,<br />
lessons of life<br />
learned form close friends.<br />
can't wait<br />
for another<br />
<br />
sleepover.<br />
<br />
                   ...PS I lose.</font></b><br />
<br />
<font size="2">I was at a sleep over recently with a bunch of friends as a back to school/end of summer bash. We played games like murder in the dark, put make-up on each other, ate ice cream and made drawings of each other. One of my friends knows elvish and would write phrases on pieces of paper and then I used permanent marker and made tatoos for everyone. It was a ton of fun. In the end I wanted to write a poem and asked them what it should be about. </font><br />
<b><font color="DarkGreen">One answered &quot;Pickles.&quot;<br />
Another &quot;flowers.&quot;<br />
And another &quot;socks.&quot;</font></b><br />
<br />
<br />
So I did. :]</blockquote>

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			<title>Ah the Joys</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 05:58:21 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Well the first week of school has passed. I have really enjoyed myself. I have survived quizzes, questions, and quite a bit more and feel ready to...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Well the first week of school has passed. I have really enjoyed myself. I have survived quizzes, questions, and quite a bit more and feel ready to finish the year strong. (Finish strong by the way is our school's senior motto). Of course you already know of my first day. So let me just tell you about my classes a little then I shall talk about something other than school.<br />
<br />
Period 0: Art 4 is great. I had it everyday this week and got a ton done. We've done three small things and have started our first 100 point project. In which we are imitating the style of Georgia O'Keefe and a photographer Edward Keeton (I think that is his name). <br />
<br />
Period 1: Dance. Ugh. I am very sore and we only danced one day. But that day was ab, back, and shoulder intensive.Ow. We learned what our hip-hop dance will be to- Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas<br />
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Period 2: TA - I grade papers and enter things into the computer.<br />
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Period 3: AP English Lit- we have great discussions in that class. We had our first &quot;test&quot;- I did okay, but not the best.<br />
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Period 4: Period four I have AP Government. Which is better than I thought it would be. We are learning about the constitution and on our first test I had one of the top three grades in the class! And I usually do so badly on history tests. Though as the teacher said it isn't a history class it is a process class.<br />
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Period 5: Journalism which I think will be amazing but we've only done group activities and only one writing thing. Our positions will be given to us next week.<br />
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Period 6: Art 2 which gets confusing because I am art 4 in the morning and we do one project and then I go to art 2 and we do another unrelated project. But I'm still enjoying myself. <br />
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So that's it. <br />
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Anyways I am tired. I was going to talk about other things than school but I am very tired. Tomorrow I have to wake up early and am going to feed the homeless.  So I will post another blog tomorrow or Sanday.</blockquote>

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			<title>First Day of School</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 05:03:48 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I really enjoyed my first day of school even though I did have a zero period which means I have to be at school every day at 7 in the morning. It was...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I really enjoyed my first day of school even though I did have a zero period which means I have to be at school every day at 7 in the morning. It was great day and I enjoyed my classes. I started the day with AP Art 4 which was fun. Then I had dance, in which we didn't dance because it was the first day. An hour and half of sitting and listening. That could have been better. But it was okay. Then I had AP Literature and that was enough for ten classes. We did maybe ten minutes of syllabus talk and then went straight into our notes and class work. Discussion of Beowulf and Grendel and the Anglo-Saxon hero. Pretty interesting things. Then I had journalism- that seems like it will be a great class. We find out our staff position next week. I really want to be the Art and Entertainment Editor. I'm not applying for Editor in Chief just because that is a TON of work plus some more. <br />
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I only saw Lily Adams once today and couldn't find her the rest of today- which is weird- our school is sooo small! <br />
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After classes I rode the bus for the first time in 3 years and it took an hour and half to get home which is ten minutes away from school. I read The Portrait of Dorian Grey while waiting. Great book so far.<br />
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Well now I must get ready for tomorrow. Toodles!</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[Well I've haven't been on here forever...]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 05:29:37 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Hello everyone! I've been off for quite some time so let me apologize straight off for that.  
 
A couple updates: 
 
I am now a senior in high...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Hello everyone! I've been off for quite some time so let me apologize straight off for that. <br />
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A couple updates:<br />
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I am now a senior in high school and a legal adult. (wheee!) School starts Tuesday (boo) and I have a 0 period which means I have to be at school at 7 in the morning.<br />
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I just got a new laptop for my birthday and love it.<br />
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I went to a national fine arts competition in Florida this summer and did very well, had lots of fun. And won a Kindle2!!!!!!! Which if you didn't know is an electronic library on which you can add books and is about the size of a regular book except as thin as a magazine and it even reads to you! you can highlight things and make notes and even go on the internet. It is awesome and I can't wait to start building my library on it.<br />
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My parents are officially divorced<br />
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I joined my churches worship band and now sing<br />
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I joined the journalism class at school and will begin writing/photographing for the online newspaper (new this year) soon. (I'll post a link as soon as I start writing)<br />
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Ummm....<br />
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LilyAdams is going to my school this year! We'll get to spend more time together than usual.<br />
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We have another dog named Scooby Doo. Short for Bubonic Plague because for short we couldn't call him &quot;here Booby! Here booby! Here boy!&quot; So we call him Scooby. He is like Scooby Doo- he is terrified of everything including his own shadow and he eats everything, and he runs very very fast away from anything that scares him (basically everything except our other dog who he adores)<br />
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My mom is unemployed.<br />
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I think that's it. I'm sure there is more I will remember later but I plan on writing on here more so I'll tell you then . For now this was just a brief update.</blockquote>

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			<title>School Blog again</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 02:19:26 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[This school blog answers the question: 
 
"All photographs are accurate. None of them is the truth." Is this true? Support, deny, or qualify this...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">This school blog answers the question:<br />
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&quot;All photographs are accurate. None of them is the truth.&quot; Is this true? Support, deny, or qualify this statement.<br />
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Richard Avedon was an amazing photographer but was often criticized for taking a person out of contest, throwing them in front of a stark white background and photographing them. His pictures of the “real west” hardly are accurate at all, he handpicked the stereotypes and left out everything else. In response he once said &quot;All photographs are accurate. None of them is the truth.&quot; You cannot find the truth in photographs. But when something is not the truth it doesn’t mean that it lies. Photos do not lie. Words lie, the eye lies but photos do not lie.<br />
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I created a webpage of photos and added captions to explain what they are about- they are all war photography. Take a quick look.<br />
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<a href="http://adorerodio.angelfire.com/truth/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://adorerodio.angelfire.com/truth/</a><br />
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Those photos told no lies. The camera, an unfeeling machine, clicked and whirred, it flipped the image outside its lens upside down and placed it for better or for worse on a static piece of film. In the process truth was not lost, the scene in front of the camera was transplanted perfectly onto film (except the digital images but it’s still the same concept). But captions lie, words lie. In class many said images are meant to be put with words, the two go together. But words easily lie. They came from a human, a brain given to tendencies, including that of lying. What if I told you those captions were lies in the photos I put on that web page? That photo #1 was really taken in a studio. The baby wasn’t dead, only a model paid to be there. It was used as propaganda to help support the Vietnam War. I lied. And if this is true did the photo lie too? It doesn’t show the truth, it shows a fake world. But the photo didn’t lie, the caption lied, the propaganda offices lied, the photographer lied but the photo didn’t lie. The photo shows the truth, if we choose to believe a lie because we see the photo it is our lie not its. <br />
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Photos are known as truth no matter what and the words that accompany them are accepted as truth as well. In WWI photos were always posed far from action without any dead in them to be used as propaganda. The camera couldn’t lie, the photo didn’t lie, but the people behind it did lie. We choose what to accept as reality. James Zumwalt said in his article “How a Powerful Image Can Shape A War” that when the image of the terrorist being shot by a Saigon government official reached America “the American public all too quickly perceived the brutality captured in that one snapshot of the war but failed to grasp its reality. They chose to ignore the brutality of the terrorist's precipitating act to focus only on what they perceived to be the ensuing barbaric act of a Saigon government official.” America chose the truth, making the photo a lie, but it didn’t lie, it wasn’t posed, it was truth. We made it lie by creating the lie in it.<br />
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Photographs not only show truth but lead people to truth as well. A photographer by the name of Edward Curtis for 30 years photographed the Indians of the American West. But he began in 1907, when most Native American tribes had been “modernized”, wearing jeans and losing their old culture. This wouldn’t do for Curtis so he took beautiful, romantic pictures to make them glorified legends as they died away. He placed feathered head pieces on their heads and painted their faces. “These striking images, many quite well-known, have been influential in shaping popular views of &quot;Indians.&quot; They have been criticized by some -- because Curtis was not an ethnographer, because many of his photos are posed or lack context, and because the work contributed to the mythologizing of Native Americans as a ‘vanishing race.’” (K.Goode) But because of his photographs a man named Frank Matsara took photos of everything, even the Native Americans without glorious headdresses and painted horses. He wanted people to see the truth. Because of him descendants of the Native American people can really know their ancestry, know the truth.<br />
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Other photographers photographed images that led people on crusades of truth, and for all that is right. Lewis Hine photographed destitute children working in factories to help the Child Labor Committee. His photos inflamed the hearts of people as no words had succeeded before. Pictures hit the heart, words hit the head. Because photos impact the heart they are believed easily. Gordon Parks took pictures of a black maid named Ella Watson and with his photos helped fight against racism. Danny Lyon’s photos were also used to help Civil Rights by taking photos in the south of segregation and bringing them to the north to bring awareness. In 1945 during the Nuremburg Trials the description of the devastation and the death seemed unbelievable and exaggerated but when photos were presented the atrocities were undeniable. They showed the truth. <br />
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But while photos show truth they cannot show the whole truth. No one and nothing can ever be omnipotent or omniscient and therefore cannot know the whole truth. We see a photo of a person grieving and we know the truth that they are in pain but we cannot know the whole truth because “we do not know their grief, only they know that.” No words or photos, no matter how truthful can ever give us that truth. All photos are accurate and all are truth but none show the whole truth. <br />
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So you know all the captions on those photos were lies. <br />
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Here they are again with the original captions:<br />
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			<title>Christmas Returns</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 23:26:56 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Christmas left me  
as a child many moons ago 
Christmas than was happy 
full of family, gifts and snow 
of laughter and of joy 
without strife or...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Christmas left me <br />
as a child many moons ago<br />
Christmas than was happy<br />
full of family, gifts and snow<br />
of laughter and of joy<br />
without strife or worry<br />
without all the rushing<br />
the busyness, the flurry<br />
But last year christmas spirit<br />
seemed to have been lost<br />
and with the other empty bags<br />
upon the dumpster tossed<br />
it dissappeared amonsgt the crowds<br />
was hidden by the presents<br />
but hope came in the form of a manger<br />
and its tiny resedent<br />
I discovered its true meaning<br />
and all the joy it holds<br />
that without gifts and hurrying<br />
a happily ever after still can be told<br />
I discovered without gifts<br />
more joy actually came to me<br />
in the form of friendship<br />
and the warmth of family<br />
tradition our the window <br />
my family gathered this year<br />
without the mounds of Christmas gifts<br />
we still spread our cheer<br />
and I found myself smiling<br />
and whispering to myself<br />
as I took the family Bible<br />
of its dusty shelf<br />
&quot;Christmas time never left me<br />
indeed it was always here<br />
we just changed the meaning<br />
trying to make it more clear<br />
but love is hard to package<br />
it can't be wrapped or bowed<br />
it can only be remembered<br />
and than passed on and showed<br />
through little acts and big ones too<br />
amonsgt family and friends<br />
and in this way, after December<br />
Christmas never has to end.&quot;</blockquote>

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