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THEN IN BOLD OR CAP OR ITALICS, PLEASE SET UP & PHRASE YOUR QUESTION. POSE AN OPEN-ENDED QUESTION THAT REQUIRES SOME THOUGHT.
Remember, you can include graphics, soundbytes, links to other sites, etc. Make sure your post is something you'd want to respond to or are curious about.
Then post your comments on at least three other blogs. Of those three, make certain that only one is a close friend of yours.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Forgive our fathers
This is Thomas's 2 minute final "speech" at the end of Smoke Signals. Do you remember it? What do you think about it?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QutfN2wb1wc&feature=related
Playwrite August Wilson once said: "When the sins of our fathers visit us We do not have to play host. We can banish them with forgiveness As God, in His Largeness and Laws."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QutfN2wb1wc&feature=related
Playwrite August Wilson once said: "When the sins of our fathers visit us We do not have to play host. We can banish them with forgiveness As God, in His Largeness and Laws."
Friday, October 10, 2008
Sherman Alexie's Voice
I like the idea of Sherman Alexie's voice being a unique fingerprint. It's distinct. Yet in that "distinctness", he uses some pretty universal tones which many readers find familiar.
What do you think of his voice, his tone?
Thursday, October 9, 2008
On the Amtrak from Boston to New York City- Sherman Alexie
On the Amtrak from Boston to New York City -- Sherman Alexie
The white woman across the aisle from me says 'Look, look at all the history, that house on the hill there is over two hundred years old, 'as she points out the window past me into what she has been taught. I have learned little more about American history during my few daysback East than what I expected and far less of what we should all know of the tribal stories whose architecture is 15,000 years older than the corners of the house that sits museumed on the hill. 'Walden Pond, 'the woman on the train asks, 'Did you see Walden Pond? 'and I don't have a cruel enough heart to break her own by telling her there are five Walden Pondson my little reservation out West and at least a hundred more surrounding Spokane, the city I pretended to call my home. 'Listen, 'I could have told her. 'I don't give a shit about Walden. I know the Indians were living stories around that pond before Walden's grandparents were born and before his grandparents' grandparents were born.I'm tired of hearing about Don-fng-Henley saving it, too, because that's redundant. If Don Henley's brothers and sisters and mothers and father hadn't come here in the first place then nothing would need to be saved.'But I didn't say a word to the woman about Walden Pond because she smiled so much and seemed delighted that I thought to bring her an orange juice back from the food car. I respect elders of every color. All I really did was eat my tasteless sandwich, drink my Diet Pepsi and nod my head whenever the woman pointed out another little piece of her country's history while I, as all Indians have done since this war began, made plans for what I would do and say the next time somebody from the enemy thought I was one of their own.
The white woman across the aisle from me says 'Look, look at all the history, that house on the hill there is over two hundred years old, 'as she points out the window past me into what she has been taught. I have learned little more about American history during my few daysback East than what I expected and far less of what we should all know of the tribal stories whose architecture is 15,000 years older than the corners of the house that sits museumed on the hill. 'Walden Pond, 'the woman on the train asks, 'Did you see Walden Pond? 'and I don't have a cruel enough heart to break her own by telling her there are five Walden Pondson my little reservation out West and at least a hundred more surrounding Spokane, the city I pretended to call my home. 'Listen, 'I could have told her. 'I don't give a shit about Walden. I know the Indians were living stories around that pond before Walden's grandparents were born and before his grandparents' grandparents were born.I'm tired of hearing about Don-fng-Henley saving it, too, because that's redundant. If Don Henley's brothers and sisters and mothers and father hadn't come here in the first place then nothing would need to be saved.'But I didn't say a word to the woman about Walden Pond because she smiled so much and seemed delighted that I thought to bring her an orange juice back from the food car. I respect elders of every color. All I really did was eat my tasteless sandwich, drink my Diet Pepsi and nod my head whenever the woman pointed out another little piece of her country's history while I, as all Indians have done since this war began, made plans for what I would do and say the next time somebody from the enemy thought I was one of their own.
Just in case you missed the blogger "assignment"
1. Bloggers everywhere post opinions about everything, some well informed, others less than honorable content. Yet each speaks the author’s mind; speak yours by creating a blog acting as a review of Alexie’s work that cites at least 3 different portions of the book. Your blog must contain a Works Cited entry at the end and at least 4 paraphrases or direct quotes from the text. ***Everyone must do this one.
50 points
25 – content (depth of the information you share)
10 – citations (in-text & w.c. pg.)
10 – voice (honest, enjoyable, supported)
5 – edited/polished
50 points
25 – content (depth of the information you share)
10 – citations (in-text & w.c. pg.)
10 – voice (honest, enjoyable, supported)
5 – edited/polished
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