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Group Members

 * Troy Thompson 00:31, 16 January 2009 (UTC)
 * TrevorLocke 09:18, 27 January 2009 (UTC)
 * AmberClements 18:53, 22 January 2009 (UTC)
 * KattGoberTriesThisAgain 02:32, 5 March 2009 (UTC)

summary
We wrote about Budapest, which is currently the capital and largest city in Hungary.

We have a Research paper on Hungarian Revolution of 1956. We also have two short stories about The Glass Ball and his journey to Budapest. The other is about a war in Budapest. We then finish off with a couple poems on different subjects involving Budapest in some way.

reflective assessment

 * 1) good: We relatively showed up to class every week.
 * bad: We never really got together and worked on the project. We changed are topic three times because no one ever worked on it after the mid term switch.
 * 1) future strategies: We should have worked more together on this project. We should have picked an easier topic to write about.

Research
The Hungarian Revolution of 1956 was a event in Hungary which took place in Budapest on 23 October. This event fueled by the death of Joseph Stalin and the Polish protests is one of the most major events that occurred in Hungary. Though in the end the revolution failed it will be remembered in every Hungarian.

The start of the Revolution started when students of the Budapest Technical University started a peaceful march to try to put a end to the Soviet occupation. However soon as time passed more and more started to march and the once peaceful march turned into a mass protest. Soon a group of the protest went to the Stalin Monument and knocked it down. The crowd then tired to force their way into the Radio Budapest building to state their demands. After they got near the building the AVH was ordered to shoot the protesters. But after awhile the AVH was overwhelmed by the protesters and had to call on the army for back up. Once the Hungarian soldiers arrived they did not helped the AVH as planned but instead helped the protesters.

After the collapse of the Hungarian government the ex minister a few years ago, Imre Nagy by  the popular demand all over Hungary  became the minister again. Once in power Nagy formed  new government which abolished the AVH and the one party system. On the first of November Nagy announced that Hungary will withdrawal from the Warsaw Pact.

The Soviets after hearing about the withdrawal started their invasion. After Nagy knew what was going on he tired asking for the United Nations to intervene, but that never happened. And on the fourth of November, Soviet’s army finally forced themselves inside Budapest and cutting the city in half as a result. In 2 more hours the Soviets occupied the government building. And within the next few hours most of the main fighting has stopped with the Soviets only fighting the small group of resistance.

The Hungarian Revolution was both a tragic and hopeful event which ended in failure but is an event that will be remembered forever as it was the day they stood up for themselves.

Fictional Story
A long time ago, in what is now Hungry there was three major cities; Pest, Buda and Óbuda. For as long as anyone could remember those cities were Those three cities were in constant war with each other. In the year 1754, the son of the great king of Buda, wanted one thing and that was to unite the three great cities into one grand city. Árpád takes a deep breath as he walks towards the end of the great hall. "your highness, I ask that we attack Pest while we still have the chance." Árpád asked his father, King Béla IV. The King then sent away his personal guards and stood up and walk towards Árpád and whispered "Is there really a plague in Pest?" “Yes, so let us strike while we have the chance.” Árpád replied. The King went back to his chair and started to go into deep thought. “Very well, you may go Árpád”

“Thank you father, I will not fail you.” Árpád  bowed down to the king and left the room. Within days the Buda Army made it to Pest where hundreds of dead bodies could be seen on the ground. After marching to the Capital building Árpád declared himself the ruler of Pest. Once the Buda Army captured the city, they sent the medic team to try to cure the plague. Within weeks of always failing one doctor finally found the cure and the few Pestians that were still alive gave everything to Arpad.

After many years, Buda and Pest’s broader got closer and closer until they were right next to each other. And by the order of King Béla IV the two cities became one and was called Budapest.

After hearing this news the Óbuda feared the new city and decided they would strike before they had a chance to build the largest army the world has ever seen. At midnight Óbuda’s Army carefully snuck into the city and then started to burn the buildings around them but soon the Budapest Army slowly could be seen in the shadow circling around the Óbuda forces. Knowing they were defeated the Óbudans laid down their weapons.

Elsewhere the massive army of Budapest was preparing to attack Óbuda. Árpád heard the news of the attack on Budapest and decided that now was the time to attack and he lead his forces into Óbuda and soon the Óbuda was forced to surrender. And soon after was Óbuda was made into a division of Budapest and finally the three cities were one.

The Glass Ball

It was a beautiful warm sunny day along the banks of Rialto beach, which was unusual even for summer. Kelton’s parents owned a beach bungalow on Rialto beach, Washington and they spent every summer there. Today Kelton was stuck inside with a fever. He sat in the window seat of the living the room staring out at the ocean wishing he could go outside and explore and do some beach combing. As Kelton gazed out the window he noticed that his best friend Amelia was coming up the walkway. What was she doing? She knows that I am sick and can’t go play! he thought. He heard his mom open the door and tell Amelia that she could come in for a bit but Kelton is sick and can’t go outside and play. As Amelia came into the room Kelton noticed right away that she had something with her. “Look what I found on the beach this morning!” Amelia said. She handed it to Kelton and he studied it with amazement. “This is so cool “ he said. He then looked up at Amelia and asked “do you think that it is magic?” “I don’t know, that’s why I brought to you,” she answered. “Lets go upstairs to my room and find out!” Kelton said. Kelton’s parents let him have the upstairs attic as a room, he wanted the privacy and the extra space the attic had. Him and Amelia were infatuated with magic and they spent hours in the attic experimenting and studying magic. When they got in the room Kelton shut the door and locked it, he then lifted up the area rug and pried open one of the floorboards. He reached down inside and grabbed a locked chest. He then reached in between his bed mattresses and grabbed a key. As Kelton was opening the chest, Amelia was scanning the bookshelf trying to find their spell book. Once she found the book she joined Kelton on the far left side of the attic that they had designated for there magic area. Kelton unlocked the box and Amelia thumbed through the book looking for the right spell. “Ah, I found it Kel!” Amelia said excitedly. “What does the spell call for?” asked Kelton. “Hold on a minute” she said. After about a minute of reading to herself Amelia finally spoke, “Ok, this is going to be easy! We already have a thing of fairy juice made up and that’s all we need along with these words we need to say!” “That’s it?”  Asked Kelton. “Yup” replied Amelia. Kelton grabbed the bottle of fairy juice that they had brewed about two weeks ago. He also got out a towel and laid it on the floor. He then put the aquamarine colored glass ball on the towel. “Ok” said Amelia “we need to rub the fairy juice all over the ball and then repeat the phrase sim sala bim three times.” Kelton then opened the bottle of fairy juice and poured a little dab on the ball and began to rub it in all over the glass ball. He then looked over at Amelia and gave her a nod, and in unison they spoke the words “sim sala bim, sim sala bim, sim sala bim!” Suddenly there was a bright flash, and purple dust started flying out of the glass ball. The dust started swirling around the room and then the glass ball opened up and began to suck up all the dust. As this was happening Kelton and Amelia were being picked up off there feet and then they were sucked right into the ball! Kelton fell to the ground first and then Amelia. They were both dazed for a minute. They began taking in their surroundings, they were in a big grassy area, it was warm and sunny, and it looked like they were on a river. Amelia looked at Kelton and asked, “Where are we?” “Good question,” answered Kelton. They began walking towards the riverbank and they noticed that they were in a park. There was a man sitting on a park bench down by the rivers edge. The kids approached the man and Kelton said, “excuse me sir, this might be a weird question, but I was wondering if you could tell us where we are?” The man looked up at Kelton and Amelia and studied them for quite awhile before answering, “this is Budapest son.”  “Budapest?” asked Amelia “yeah Budapest Hungary” replied the man. Kelton and Amelia then looked at each other with dropped jaws. “How could this happen!” screamed Amelia. “We have to find a way home Kelton.” “Alright, calm down we will figure this out. The only thing we really know anything about is magic so we are going to use it again to get home. We just need to find a magic store!” Kelton said. “Now lets start walking towards town and find what we need.”  Amelia just nodded with a somber look on her face and the two of them headed towards town without speaking a word.

TroyThompson's poem
A day fades away

Still as bright as ever

City lights never fading

TrevorLocke's poem
Budapest a new

Budapest how we know you

With your grassy fields

Budapest getting grass mowed

So that the kids can walkthrough

Grass is not as tall

Swing set is put up by dad

Budapest going

Budapest leaving the world

Making it to space

Budapest passes the Sun

Soaring closer to the end

The sun is a spec

Orbit near the Dwarf Planet

Pluto is their home

AmberClements's poem
what is Budapest

Budapest is a city in Hungary

full of life Budapest is in its country

what is Budapest

I often sit and wonder

are there buddhas in Hungary

what is Budapest

Budapest is a city in Hungary

KattGoberTriesThisAgain's poem
Go back eleven generations, it's a dead end

Nothing before America

Besides Budapest.

A set of books

A chess set

Prove I have a history

And didn't appear from Pennsylvanian mud

Off the top of my head

A city with a neat name

That I can't give a damn for.

Did I think I'd have some epiphany

About my family's nonexistent history?

When do I have the time to think about the past

When everything else is the future?

So there I'll be in the Pennsylvanian mud

Plant some tulips on me

That's all I've got

Renga #1
Buda was in War

Pest was in war with Hungry

End in Budapest

It took them many years to win

But finally there was peace

War killing stopped

The streets were safe to roam again

It was like before

Children were free to run and play

Buda and Pest one nation

Renga #2
We go to art school

We are taking English Comp

Write on Budapest

Our Mid Term turned into Final

We learned all about English

Week eleven here

It is three am right now

Trying to finish

I only have one line left

This is the end of Renga


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Group Members
AmberBumpus 19:43, 15 January 2009 (UTC)
 * Helena H 17:51, 22 January 2009 (UTC)

BrynWatnoski 08:38, 19 January 2009 (UTC)

 * TracyBarnes 18:41, 22 January 2009 (UTC)

summary
Overall, we were able to utilize various resources and research garden gnomes to the best of our ability. Although we originally thought it was a cute and intriguing topic, we were surprised to learn just how readily available information is being made to us today. Each of us seemed to discover and learn different facts about garden gnomes (and other things too, of course) as we researched on our own. Our final project consists of 6 poems (4 individuals and 2 rengas), a fictional story, a these format research paper on our topic, 5 zines and several reflective and self assessing responses. We all feel happy with the effort we have exerted over the past 11 weeks and are excited to share what we have learned with the class. (those who come to class thursday, that is :] ).

reflective assessment
1.good Overall, the garden gnome family feels that this project has gone smoothly. Aside from all of our demanding schedules and overcoming the initial difficulty of trying to meet up as a group, we consider our time to have been productive and enjoyable. The concept of choosing any noun to study, was intriguing to us and we are happy with word that we chose. We have been able to gather a large amount of information on garden gnomes, and have discovered their recent emergence into pop culture (which is lame....but oh well). We felt that we as a group functioned well together and have enjoyed the opportunity to get to know eachother, as we are from various programs and are in different quarters here at AI.

2.bad As we discussed in class, we felt that 11 weeks is a bit long to complete an assignment that was originally a 5 week completion deadline. However, we have been pleased to learn many interesting things outside of this project each week in class. Although at times it has seemed frustrating and it has appeared that equal effort is not being exerted from the various groups we don't consider any part of our English Composition class to be "bad".

3.future strategies In the future, we think that although it may be difficult to enfornce, more accountability between teacher and students, and group members to eachother would be helpful in achieving enhanced and consistent work quality. For example, as Helena mentioned previously we think that each group should be held accountable to complete atleast a portion of their assigned work during class hours. Often when students are released to do "group work" they immediately leave, thinking it is unimportant. To help curb this habit we think it would be helpful to release the students to work in their groups for atleast 30 minutes and then should be called back to the classroom for a conclusion prior to be dismissed. Also, we thoroughly enjoyed the various forms of poetry that we were taught in class and would love to see those implemented in future group projects.

research
Garden Gnome

In today’s world when you see a garden gnome in someone’s yard either they have a good sense of humor or are a little crazy. Sometimes both, but sometimes neither. Understanding the history of this miniature man helps to open the door to appreciating modern gnomes and the pranks that come with them.

This small garden statue sprouted into the world around the mid 1800’s in Germany. The first garden gnomes were made of terracotta clay and produced by the potter, Phillip Griebel in Graeferoda, Thuringia, Germany. (1) Griebel’s gnomes were specifically created for decorative purposes, but they also became popular among the superstitious. The little statues were thought by some to ward off thieves from stores of grains and vegetables in barns.(2) Around the mid 1860’s Sir Charles Isham, an English aristocrat, introduced the first Garden Gnome to the garden. Isham brought the gnomes to his Northamptonshire estate where they were first manufactured and called der Gartenzwerg. Isham was a spiritualist of sorts. He placed his gnomes in various places. Isham would place his gnomes in his rock garden, around trees, and in caves. Maybe he did this to protect his property. Isham did believe that gnomes were real, living things. (3) The Griebel family manufactured lawn gnomes up until the start of World War Two when production was halted temporarily for the German war effort. The war could not keep people away from these little lawn men, and production efforts started back up again in the mid 1940’s. (4) The Communist police were initially concerned that the gnomes may be found to be culverts for smugglers.(5) However, this did not last. Garden Gnomes became the leading export of Eastern Germany shortly thereafter. Early European folklore documents Gnomes as being magnanimous creatures who rewarded the good behavior of farmers, merchants, and housewives with assistance in fields, shops, and their gardens at night. (6) Many people have used the Garden Gnome to be a protector of their yard, setting it out to watch over and protect their garden while they sleep at night. The gnomes are known to be protectors of nature, and are often most active at night. Gnomes are most often depicted as usually peaceful creatures, and can be found in homes, on the farm or in the forest.(7)

The original gnomes were made from terra-cotta clay. Modern day gnomes are made from a variety of different materials. These materials range from plastic, concrete, cement, and ceramic gnomes. (8) One of the surviving terracotta gnomes from an 1847 purchase is now valued at Two Million Pounds Sterling. That translates to roughly $2.9 million dollars! (9) Modern day gnomes come in a variety of shapes, sizes, and attitudes to suit their owners delight. If you are a motorcycle lover, then why not try out the gnome riding a Harley. How about the big football fan of the house, why not get them a varsity gnome? With so many options for gnomes, one may find it difficult to choose which gnome suits them best. Garden Gnome statues can be purchased at a variety of different places such as traditional garden stores as well as websites. Many of the specialty styles are found online.

The modern gnome isn’t portrayed so much as a “guardian of the garden” anymore. Today’s gnome is an adventurer. Often associated with traveling and site seeing. The “Traveling Gnome” originated in the 1980’s, but it is hard to determine a specific time when this came to be a tradition. Some say that there is a classic book about a photographer who travels the world with a penguin, taking pictures of their adventures.(10) Maybe the book inspired the tradition of taking a gnome along for your traveling adventures, it’s not quite clear exactly how it all began. If you search anywhere online you can find a numerous collection of different gnomes that travel all over the globe. Documenting their journeys as they go. Many people have photographed their travels with the garden gnome statue. You can even find online communities to share your gnome experiences through pictures and stories.

Travelocity has chosen to use the gnome as its mascot. By going to the Travelocity website, one can book a flight, find a hotel room, rent a car, as well as see the Travelocity Roaming Gnome and its adventures. The gnome, whom Travelocity claims to be 300 years old, resides in North Carolina. He has its own personal website and Myspace account, and blogs his travels which include swimming with dolphins and hanging out with the Blue Man Group.(11)

Today’s generation has a far more serious outlook on the Garden Gnome. Some people take Garden Gnomes to a whole new level. There are some who believe that the Garden Gnomes has been “enslaved” by humans. This group feels that the gnomes should be rescued and released. These radical groups believe that the money produced by “Garden Gnome Slave Trading” provides funding for revel movements to purchase weapons illicitly and supports rebel armies, prolonging Civil Wars that have terrorized societies and destroyed communities. This organization is known as the “Garden Gnome Liberation Movement.” They even believe that gnomes have been traded in support of Terrorist Groups. (12) The slogan for freethegnomes.com states “We advocate an end to oppressive gardening and freedom for garden gnomes everywhere.” (13.)  This group advocates that if you find a gnome in “captivity” to report it to them immediately and fill out a form and either mail or email it into them.

Nowadays it isn’t hard to find someone who has had an experience with a gnome or knows of someone who has. It is almost becoming tradition in western culture to practice the taking of the gnomes. A peer has had such an experience. He and some friends had attended a party the night prior. The next morning he awakened to find that he had a visitor on his front porch. It was a garden gnome of all things. Naturally, he was curious and confused. Not wanting to disturb the Gnome, he left it be on the front porch. A few nights later he had another visitor to his porch. He yet again awakened to find that there was now a Winnie the Pooh Gnome accompanying his original gnome. The most odd thing about it was they were facing each other, as if in a Gnome stand off of sorts. He didn’t know what to think. Again, he left both the gnomes as they were in their natural positions. All remained the same until about 2 nights later when both the gnome and Winnie the Pooh gnome disappeared again altogether. The whole experience was described as “weird.”

RESOURCES:

1.:"History of the Magical Garden Gnome." The Artisic Garden. 24 Mar 2009 .

2.Nadler, Andrew. "The History Of Garden Gnomes." hubpages. 24 Mar 2009 .

3.Krochmal, Connie. "Garden Gnomes." suite101.com. 04,jul,2004. 24 Mar 2009 .

4.Nadler, Andrew. "The History Of Garden Gnomes." hubpages. 24 Mar 2009 .

5.Nadler, Andrew. "The History Of Garden Gnomes." hubpages. 24 Mar 2009 .

6.Nadler, Andrew. "The History Of Garden Gnomes." hubpages. 24 Mar 2009 .

7."History of the Magical Garden Gnome." The Artisic Garden. 24 Mar 2009 http://www.the-artistic-garden.com/garden-gnome.html.

8.Nadler, Andrew. "The History Of Garden Gnomes." hubpages. 24 Mar 2009 .

9.Nadler, Andrew. "The History Of Garden Gnomes." hubpages. 24 Mar 2009 .

10.Aldtt, Darren. "The Traveling Gnome Prank." TheMuseum of Hoaxes. 28 JUN 2008. 24 Mar 2009 .

11."Gnome Home." travelocity.com. 24 Mar 2009 .

12.Elliott, Martin J.. "U.S. Government Role in Fighting Garden Gnome Slavery ." freethegnomes.com. 13, Feb 2002. 4 Feb 2009 .

fiction
It was March the fifth, not unlike March the fourth, or third for that matter The wind seemed to be protesting the rain’s reign causing it to fall what appeared to be Horizontally. I had stopped attempting to breathe in something new and fresh due to the fact that ones lungs become immune to stagnant air after a while. No, no, that’s a bit dramatic. What I mean is, March the fifth felt like any other day, exactly the same in fact, and as always I felt lethargic. Lately I had seemed to be daydreaming a lot about flying off to new places and never coming back. Whoa dream big, I’d never even been close to a plane. What made matters worse was that after 5 hours of learning about how to dress mannequins properly I had to brave the rain and ride my bike to my Grandfather’s house. Now, its not that I don’t love the man, but sometimes I think I let guilt play my soul like a safari resonator mandolin. The truth is, I had watched Amelie a few days before, therefore I had to go. Let me explain: In the movie, Amelie has a terrible dream that she dies young and doesn’t accomplish anything, as if she had been chasing after the air. She wonders what people would say about her, if anything at all. So from that point on she dedicates her existence to “the good.” I was feeling chivalrous so…to Grandfather’s house I went, after all the smell of brandy and toothless right-winged conversation wasn’t typically all that painful…most days. Back to my bike (Francois Thunders II). Francois Thunders was two days old on March the fifth. He was blue and had a basket. It was buy a $19.00 bike get a garden gnome free day at the bike shop. Now, call me superstitious but I think that two things that come together shouldn’t be separated (not unlike a peapod), so I wasn’t moving the thing. “ok, ok just don’t fall, that’s all you have to do. Just…ya know peddle fast”, I told myself as i climbed on. And peddle fast I did, but the rain really had something against me that day. It seemed that the harder I peddled the slower I went. I was gaining no distance at all, if that is even possible. That’s when I saw IT. I had heard stories about IT and about THEM. I had only heard of one other person crossing through IT(the Olympic sculpture Park) on their bike before. The day couldn’t get any worse, so I knew that it was time. I blinked the rain off of my eyelashes, my mind moving as fast as the peddles of Francois. I was doing it! “Just don’t stop, even if THEY come after you”, I told myself. I felt as if i was floating on clouds, and saw everything in slow motion, pollution billowing out of vehicles like dust off an old attic box, Visions of cold breath lingering in the air. 3...2...1. I had done it. With no difficulty whatsoever. Perhaps the impressive Sculpture park team doesn't discriminate against female bicyclists. Pigs. A warm smile began to spread across my lips as I realized my entire day of habitual activities was now new and exciting, an accomplishment, like making something out of nothing. Perhaps I was meant to go to my Grandad's today, make it was-  My body mimicked the leaning tower of Pisa, for a half of a second at most. I could do nothing to stop it! Blinking back a few tears I sat, knees skinned on the cold cement ground. "pour Francois", I thought. "Pour gnome, pour me. There I sat, soaking it all in. I was never riding a bike again I thought to myself, among other things, mainly explitives. With two aching knees, mascara cheeks and a racing mind, something was brought to my attention that I had failed to notice. Protruding from the shattered innards of the gnome was a white envelope. Naturally, I grabbed it and tore it open without hesitation. (Granted, I did consider the possibility of it being the world's smallest terrorist bomb, but that just seemed highly unlikely.) Inside the envelope, that was inside the gnome, that was in the basket on my bike, that I had ridden and crashed was a plane ticket to Paris, France. I don't believe in fate, but I suppose I do believe in magical gnomes. Thinking back on it now, I believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that the gnome was magical, and in fact i believe that all gnomes are magical. This is because when I showed up to my Grandfather's house, soaking wet, envelope safely in my coat pocket, and arms full of its broken pieces, he told me a story. He told me about a dream he once had, about a garden gnome in the arm of a sleeping babe- and that it changed his life forever, a single dream. if I could tell you I would, but he's just so much better at it. The understudy moral of the story is this: Ride a bike! You never know what you might roll over.

P.S. I now live in France.

Tracy's poem
Gray crown of splendor What is the antonym for that? The weight of eighty-something, feet drag Like a thick blanket Doing everything under that heaviness Even sleeping Heaviness awake, stumble, bawl, offend, no apologies, supper alone, sleep, dream, dream,

Garden gnome in the arm of a sleeping babe Whispers “Vous au moins vous ne serez jamais un légume : même les artichauts ont un coeur.”

He opens his eyes One tear, two tears Three tears Four

Time to shake the dust No time to waste

Amber's Poem
Garden Gnome

Tiny Protector of my yard. Shall you stay the night or disappear? Stand Tall. Stand Strong. Stand on your guard. Tiny Protector of my yard. You mustn’t let the youth bombard. Through all of this you will persevere. Tiny Protector of my yard. Shall you stay the night or disappear?

AmberBumpus 09:10, 26 February 2009 (UTC)

Helena H's poem
The blinds open A girl is running on the street A ball is spinning I feel your blaming stare I try to avoid it Lips are dry Eyes blink faster I can´t get my hand off the blinds control And I´m there My mother´s deep gaze To be guilty without guilt A girl is running on the street A ball is spinning The blinds control heat up my hand My eyes drop down on to your eyes I’m moving my stare to you stupid red hat A girl is running away A ball is spinning The blinds close

Bryn's poem

 * Old Ms. Murphy
 * Lives alone
 * No man
 * No children
 * No cats

 * The house… in shambles
 * Her lawn… a spectacle
 * Dozens, row by row
 * She’s tending
 * Little statue men

 * The old country, so far away
 * Neighbors never say hello
 * A boy taunts her
 * Committing a kidnapping
 * She’s cursing and throwing sticks

 * Then, she’s not there
 * Who are these guys
 * Removing everything?
 * Her life loaded onto a flatbed
 * Dead grass spots

renga #1

 * She's fixing her hair
 * It's time to blow off some steam
 * All set, off she goes
 * Tonight will be the night, yes
 * Lots of reasons for revenge

 * Look in the mirror, perfect
 * This will be more than I thought
 * Faces, haven't ever seen
 * Weird guy from school is staring
 * He's holding a garden gnome

 * Dressed to kill, she thinks...
 * A whirlwind of fake lashes
 * Cloud of cheap perfume
 * She has mixed gold with silver
 * Let's hope no one notices

 * There is nothing new
 * Something special about this
 * Faces in the crowd
 * One person wearing red shoes
 * And red socks, and a red hat;

 * A funny little statue
 * Actually a garden gnome is only one who has something to say
 * Overall, it will be on a same line than the others
 * Except Garden Gnome is only who is an innocent
 * A funny little statue

 * I'm standing middle of the dancing with the stars
 * or what ever
 * But it seems like that
 * Shake, Shake, Shake, go the red shoes
 * I turned around and the red hat left

renga #2

 * I went by myself
 * Thought I wore someone else face
 * I was there with her
 * The best thing about masqueredes
 * Dancing comes easy when masked
 * Individual
 * Every mask is so lovely
 * I can dance alone
 * Elaborate gowns and svits
 * Secrecy is the nights mood
 * I feel on my game on board
 * Like a goldfish in the middle of sharks.
 * I would be a good catch
 * I'm dancing with myself-elf
 * Dancing with somebody else
 * Dim lights and dark eyes
 * I wonder what's under there
 * Please let it be good

 * Flying with the wind
 * No any quarantee to go back

 * A Smoke came deeper
 * It is hard to breathe
 * I can't see clear

 * I will faint
 * In the middle of sharks

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Group Members

 * Ryan Natividad
 * Arte Walton
 * amber Risinger
 * Olivia Berghorn

Overview of the Project
this project is about haiti and its religion voodoo.

Research Paper
When one thinks of voodoo images of wild men and women with spratatic drums and blood being spilled from sacrafices comes to mind or the stero typical white doll with a needle stabbing trhough it comes to mind. Our group decided to do our research paper on voodoo to figure out that there is more to voodoo than the "evil" dark magic. voodoo is the domanite religion in haiti it is not just for the poor outcast that most would assume but it is also followed and practiced by the higher class society. in our research paper we will explain some of the basic concepts of voodoo, the religious rites of voodoos, some common Iwa.

There is only one god named Bondye, he is very similar to the god of islam, judaism and christianity. there are only three important spiritral beings in the voodoo religion the first Iwa which is are various spirits of family members and the major forces of the universe  such as good, evil, reproduction, health and all aspects of daily life. It is believed that the Iwa interact with human beings, they are belived to delever messages during religious ceremonies. the Iwa are believed to even cause good and bad things happen to people. the second are the twins they are the condictory forces to be reconeded with  such as good or evil, happy or sad, it is beleived that if they are honored in religious ceremonies they will help you to the better side of life. the third is the dead they are mainly the spirits of family members who have died. If the spirits of family members are ignored they are believed to become dangerous and rouge. if the family members spirit is honored they will become helpful. contrary to popular belief voodoo is not for harm it is actually used for healing more than sixty percent of all voodoo activity is used to heal. healers use herbs and faith healing with Iwa and the other spirits to cure illnesses. the preisthood of voodoo contains both men(houngan) and woman (mambo) of there functions are healing, performing ceremonies for the spirits, to hold initiations for new priests called tesses, telling the future and reading peoples dreams, casting spells for various things including protection, and creating potions.

The rites for the religion of voodoo are very planned although the ceremonies or services may look spratik and wild but each ceremony is spacifically planed and certian rites must be followed. they are usually held outside under a rough roof around the center pole called the poto mitan, the ceremony is usually always led by a mambo or houngan. drums are used to provied music and dancing which is esential for the entire service. durning the service everyone particapats the La Place or master of ceremonys are often present, there are usally serving woman dressed in white called Hounsi. If the Iwa are present they can mount and delever messages to any participant in the ceremony, when a person is "mounted" by the Iwa they take over the persons body for a short time. It is believed that when the Iwa comes the person leaves, they do not know where the person goes. if a Iwa "mounts" a person of the oppisite sex they are referred to as the sex of the Iwa not the persons actual sex. almost every voodoo ceremony has an animal sacrifice  by killing the animal  one releases life and the Iwa are re-juvenated from the life that is sacrificed to them. there are two main sorts of voodoo the first called Rada which is the family spirit and the iwa they are relitivly peacful and happy. the second is called petro or congo this is the black magic voodoo usually thought of when voodoo is mentioned. this magic is the angry and evil Iwa, dangerous things happen when the petro is used including death curses and the making of zombies it is also used for wild sexual orgies. although scholarly estimates that nienty five of all voodoo that is used is Rada, although the black magic of Petro is used it is not common. another rite in the ceremony is the analysis of humans. It is believed that humans have two spirits and a body called ti-bon-ange (little good angel) which is similar to the western understanding in people, and the ros-bon-ange (big good angel) which is the soul that is seprated from the human it is similar to the western belief but the soul is much more seprated from the human.

Some common Iwa in the Voodoo pantheon are the Legba which is and old man who is the gate keeper between the two worlds. the world of everyday earth and the world of the invisiables. he is the origian of life. the sun is one of his symbols as well as the phallas becouse of he is also a source of regeneration. the Kalfu which means the crossroads is the counter part to Legba he is a dangerous Iwa he is the spirit of the night and and the darkness origins, the moon is his symbol. Papa Ghede is the spirit of death and resurrection. he is known as a total clown,  erotic and comic. He is the lord of eroticism. Dumballah s known as the father figure. He is the good snake, the source of peace and tranquillity. The egg is offered to him when he comes to "mount" a person He is much loved and sought after during ceremonies his wife Aida-wedo is usually with him. Agwe is the spirit of the seas, he is honored mostly by the people who live near the sea.Ogoun is the spirit warrior and  the force of politics. he is very violent. Erzulie is the earth mother and a Spirit of the goddess of love and the muse of beauty she is Strongly identified with the Virgin Mary. Her appearance is one of cleansing, dressing and delicate foods daintily eaten. it is believed that she can read the future in dreams. she is a much loved lwa.

voodoo is critized by forigener in haiti mostly becouse they worship a competing religion and dont want voodoo to continue. some charge that it is the worship of the devil the claim is completly false voodoo is not the worshiping of the devil it deals with spirits of the Iwa and the god Bondye. the Iwa are believed to determine are lives, rather than the western belief of free will  and personal responsibility that we all control are own lives. what ever that has happened was caused by the Iwa. the catholic experience with voodoo is somewhat testing and horrid, slaves under french rule were forbidden to practice voodoo, although they were allowed dances on the weekends that were actually services. in 1804 a liberation in haiti took place the white men were driven out of haiti and many were killed including roman catholic preist with this the Vatican broke with Haiti and did not establish relations again until 1860. During this 56 year period the houngans and mambos were able to build  up the religion Voodoo, in a combination of the African spirit religion and Catholicism. All lwa became associated with Catholic saints (Dumballah the snake lwa is St. Patrick; Erzulie, the earth mother is the Virgin Mary). The consequence of this is that Haitians see nothing with practicing Voodoo and Catholicism together. the catholic church tried to get rid of the voodoo religion many times during 1860's through the 1950's.

we hope to have cleared up some common misconsuptions of voodoo. voodoo is a very strange religion that is assumed dark and hostile but in reality it is used for healing and is usually docile.

left text ==Fictional Story== Haitian dreams

It was the last day of my journey and as I packed my bags and began to get ready to depart for the airport I couldn’t help but think of her face over and over again. Her name was Maria and although she was not a Haitian native she was very familiar with the countries history and rich culture.

She would be my tour guide of sorts for my stay in this strange and majestic land. First we hit all the tourist spots like the many roadside filled with local handcrafted trinkets that ranged from fresh fruit grown only miles away to potions that there sellers swore were absolutely authentic love potions that would make me irresistible to all women who only need to lay eyes on me. As Maria and I ventured through many of the roadside markets and waterfront I was always begging for something more. I wanted to wander off the beaten path to a mystical place filled with black magic and voodoo ceremonies with firelight dancers and spirits filling the sky. Maria however contested again and again that this was all myth and that true voodoo was nothing more than another religion with tales as tall as Moses parting the red sea and a man speaking to a tree that was ablaze with fire. Myself not being of any religious belief I could see how she could be so skeptical but I always hoped there would be more than empty prayers fading into the night sky like a shipwrecked sailor hoping that his message in a bottle would actually reach his loved ones half a world away. But like always she insisted this was merely a creation of western media to get us stupid Americans to buy more popcorn and movie tickets.

This I began to believe as well until one night a strange man came to me in my dream. Not just a dream this was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my entire life. In my dream I awoke on a beach, I was not alone however, like always Maria was at my side. As we struggled to figure out were we were the strange man appeared at the waters edge as if he was rising from the sea itself. He looked at us and without saying a word we both knew exactly what he wanted, for us to follow no matter where he led. The man walked at a moderate pace but seemed to float on an invisible barrier that lay between his naked feet and the rough cracked earth that Maria and I tried our hardest navigate without letting the man out of our sight. As we moved further into the deep of the midnight jungle we began to hear drumming and chanting and we could see a faint glow reflecting high into the trees overhead. As we broke through the last bit of thick brush we saw a scene that looked like it was directly out of a Hollywood movie. There was a large wooden pole shoved deep into the ground and there was a large fire built around it with flames that licked over ten feet into the air. There were many people dancing with painted faces around the fire while several people played old animal skin drums that sound sounded like the flesh that they came from. As soon as we broke the circle the man floated directly into the fire as the flames burst what seemed like fifty feet into the air. Just then two topless women wearing only what can be described as a loin cloth appeared and suddenly blew a strange white powder into our faces. I was very frightened and taken aback at first but almost immediately a very intense euphoria took over my body and mind as I slipped into a world I had never imagined. My body felt possessed as I stripped off my clothes and began dancing amongst the others around the fire. I was no longer in control of my body or mind it was like I was sitting inside a car with auto pilot turned and all I can doo is look out the windshield. When I attempted to take control of my mind nothing happened I simply continued to dance and chant as if my life depended on it. Soon my guide Maria and I were slowly dancing around the fire as the drums began to slow and join in one melody. Ever 3-4 seconds the drums would bang in unison as the fire seem to add its own notes of sorts and flare up several feet higher than its resting height. Once everything was in perfect unison many different colored lights began to swirl in and out as if caught in a twister right above the buried pole until all at once the fire exploded to engulf all the dancers and the lights in the sky grew so bright I felt like my eyes were literally burnt out of my skull, just as I tried to squint to close my eyes I awoke.

As I sat up I realized that I was back on the beach were I had started and I was staring onto the frightened eyes of Maria as we both tried to make sense of what was happening. As we gathered our clothes and dressed Maria tried herself as well as me that this was simply a vivid dream and that there was no need to ever speak of this again. Neither of us had any explanation as to what had happened to us that night and the more I thought about it the more I felt like some sort of crazy person having some sort of elaborate hallucinations, but I know what I saw, what I felt, it was real. Wasn’t it?

Poetry
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reflective assessment
The best part was that it was a broad subject, so we were able to take different routes with it. we rushed through it ,we never really were able to communicate during class, we all procrastinated. Not all the group members were always present which made it hard when the assignments kept changing. There was also little to no communication between the group members. in the future i think we will all put more of and effort into the project and not wait until the last minute to do it and we will probably comnicate with our group members better. To know all the parts of the project and to start giving dead lines for when things can be turned in,
 * 1) good
 * bad
 * 1) future strategies

research
corbett, bob. "Introduction to Voodoo in Haiti". march 1988:

"The traditional religion of Vodun (Voodoo) in Haiti". march 18 2009 .

Fleurant, Gerdès. The traditional religion of Vodun (Voodoo) in Haiti. Westport, Connecticut · London: Greenwood Press, 1996.

Ryannatividad 02:03, 26 February 2009 (UTC)'s poem
Hurricanes Severe

Haiti ever so tropic

Mountains Floods Quakes

< >'s poem
vast sweltering heat

beating drums of hate and passion

calling up the spirits

rise out of the ashes

searing pain

darkness

hidden is shadow

a culture of voodoo

< >'s poem
"I'm running out of options

With the Advil gone

My wife fed up

My joints buckle

My chest caves

I feel like I'm losing control

No need for the odd face, Doctor

I know what I say makes no sense"

There is a silence.

As someone miles away gives me another jolt of pain.

renga #1
vast sweltering heat

watching waiting for arrivals

guest should be here soon

the party should last forever

in the vast land of hati

in this mysterious place

we shall throw a party

with a crazy beating drum

there is no rhym or reason

we just want to dance tonight

the guest have arrived

the party will now begin

bottles will open

lest get this party started

dancing to the wild beating

lets party all night

drinking and dancing for all

celabrate the night

ceremonial dancing

jumping screaming and singing

voodoo ritural

the ritural is complete

the voodoo just dont stop

now the party is ending

now it is time for good byes

when the sun decends

the celebrations carry on

far into the night

no one knows of the hour

nor is it concerning them

renga #2
when the sun decends

the celebrations carry on

far into the night

no one knows of the hour

and no one cares


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Group Members

 * Tristanrasmussen 12:03, 27 January 2009 (UTC)
 * Paulpark 18:43, 29 January 2009 (UTC)
 * Harrisonroulstone

Resources
Andrieson, David (October 13, 2007), "Sonics ushered Seattle into the big time 40 years ago Saturday", The Seattle Post-Intelligencer

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/sports/2003570783_websonitimeline13.html

Pluto, Terry, Loose Balls: The Short, Wild Life of the American Basketball Association (Simon & Schuster, 1990), ISBN 978-1-4165-4061-8, p.200

http://www.sportslogos.net/team.php?id=241

reflective assessment

 * 1) good: Our team was quite independent and was able to get all the tasks needed to be done finished in time. When we worked together we definitely got it all done quickly and efficiently. We were able to convey ideas when we were together and understand what each member was explaining.

 * bad: There was a lack of communication between the team which led to problems throughout the project. It made it harder to talk about new ideas and to get things to other members when they were needed. Also we had a problem with procrastinating. If we had worked on this earlier we believe that we could've done an overall better job on the project.

 * 1) future strategies: Our future strategies for whatever other projects we do in the future would be to have better communication, so ideas and critiques can get across quicker, allowing more work to get done faster. Also getting work done more quickly would be another strategy, so there would be more time to fine tune the projects and have other people give their opinions so we could constantly improve upon the projects we would be working on.

Research
Original preliminary research Seattle sonics history:

•	Founded 1967 by an LLC corporation in Seattle •	The Seattle colors and Green, gold & white •	3 different home arenas since 1967. From 1967-1978, the Sonics played in Seattle Center Coliseum, also known as KeyArena. From 1978-1985, the Sonics played their home games in The Kingdome. In 1985, the team started playing inSeattle Center Coliseum/KeyArena again. In 1994, the team moved to the Tacoma Dome while KeyArena was being remodeled. Since 1995, the Sonics have played their home games in KeyArena in Seattle •	The Seattle Sonics have won a total of six division titles in their history. They won their division in 1979, 1994, 1996, 1997, 1998, and 2005. The Sonics won their conference in 1978, 1979, and 1996. In 1979, the Seattle Sonics won their only NBA Championship in 1979. With Head Coach Lenny Wilkens •	The Seattle Sonics have had several famous coaches in their history including Bill Russell, K.C. Jones, George Karl, and Paul Westphal. •	Gary Payton has played the most career games as a Seattle Sonic, playing in 999 games with the team. Payton is also the team's all-time points leader with 18,207, assists leader with 7,384, and steals leader with 2,107. The belated Seattle Sonics team is led by captain and shooting guard Ray Allen. Other young stars for the current Sonics team include Nick Collison, Rashard Lewis, and Luke Ridinoir. •	October 21, 1967 Seattle defeats the San Diego Rockets 117-110 in overtime to win their first game in franchise history. The win pushes the Supersonics record to 1 and 2. •	February 26, 1972 The Seattle Supersonics defeat the Cincinnati Royals by a score of 122-106 to clinch the first winning season in franchise history. •	March 23, 1974 The Supersonics defeat the Golden State Warriors 139-137 as Fred Brown scores 58 points in the game to set the franchise record for most points in a game •	April 8, 1975 The Seattle Supersonics defeat the Detroit Pistons 90-77 to win their first ever playoff game •	May 17, 1978 The Seattle Supersonics win their first Western Conference Championship by defeating the Denver Nuggets 123-108 in the Western conference finals. They win the series 4 games to 2. The Supersonics however will lose the NBA finals to the Washington Bullets •	June 1, 1979 The Seattle Supersonics win their first and only World Championship when they defeat the Washington Bullets 97-93. They avenge the previous seasons finals loss by defeating the Washington Bullets 4 games to 1. •	May 14, 1987 The Supersonics defeat the Houston Rockets 128-125 in the Western Conference Semi-Finals to advance to the Western Conference Finals for the first time since 1979. •	May 22, 1993 The Supersonics defeat the Houston Rockets 103-100 in game seven of the Western Conference Semi-Finals to advance to the Western Conference Finals. •	June 2, 1996 The Seattle Supersonics defeat the Utah Jazz 90-86 in game 7 of the Western Conference Finals to their 3rd Western Conference Championship in franchise history •	2008 Seattle super sonics were relocated to Oklahoma against the wishes of thousands of seattle basketball fans. Their last game was played in the key arena stadium.

Seattle Super Sonics Founding and Bounding

December 20th 1966, is a day that lives in infamy with any and all great sports fans of the Seattle Supersonics. On this day, Seattle, Washington got their 1st NBA franchise. The founding as well as the first years of life for the Supersonics was treacherous. As with most newly franchised teams they were building from the ground up, but there have been many great successes bountifully given from the sacrifice of hard work and effort from those 1st years. With many ups and down the Seattle Supersonics were very successful after the n3wbie gitters, winning 6 divisional titles, 3 conference championships, and 1 NBA championship in 1979.

On this day, December 20th 1966, L.A. businessman Sam Schulman teamed up with long time friend and business partner Eugene V. Klein, and an accompanying LLC to approached the NBA league officials. On Dec. 20th they were given the city of Seattle franchise, named the Seattle Supersonics for the emerging aerospace technology in the area. As well as they recently contracted Supersonic Transport that actually never made it into production, but still left its mark on the surrounding area. The name stuck and since 1966 the Seattle Supersonics never changed their colors or original name. The original 1975 logo that is well known by all Seattle fans is off the picturesque Seattle landmarks and encompassed within a basketball’s stripes. A very inspired logo at the time it remained unchanged from 1975- 1995 when it was replaced by a new age remodel maintaining the previous colors but loosing the subtle beauty of the original they simply used a cartoon like model of the Seattle Space Needle behind a large SONICS logo. This logo stayed from 1995-2001 when it was replaced by a generic logo containing the teams name and large S a top a basketball. This was the last logo of the Seattle Supersonics lasting from 2001-2008. Mr. Schulman and his original LLC partners owned and ran the Seattle Supersonics from 1966-1983. the franchise was bought for $1.75 million a sizeable amount in its time, but in 1983 was sold by Schulman and his partnered LLC to a tight-lipped more media friendly Barry Akerley for $21 million. Mr. Schulman left behind him Seattle’s first major league sports team and a World Championship in 1979. Barry Akerley and many family members were evolved in the ownership and running of the Sonics. The Akerley’s made their money on billboard Ad space and knew very well how to market the team. The success was almost overnight. The ownership group(Akerley’s) started the Seattle Storm, the first professional major league women’s sports team in Washington State history. The Akerley’s ownership lasted for 17 years from 1983-2001 when they were bought out for $200 million, a substantial increase from before said sales because of Tv ad campaign money and multi-billion dollar sponsorship deals the NBA had paved along the way to becoming one of the most highly paid sports organization in the US, by Howard Schultz a local Seattle-ite. Howard Schultz started the once local company Starbucks which has now been globalized, and forms one of the largest corporations in the world today. Known as an emotional fan Schultz is commonly seen at games showing his emotional side. While Howard Schultz was the majority buyer his group consisted of over 17 other members none of which are as synonymous with the Sonics as he has been. In July of 2006 Schultz and company sold the Sonics for $350 million to Oklahoma based business man Clay Bennett and company. After asking unsuccessfully for a $300 million to put toward a $530 million stadium announced to be plotted for construction in Renton. When met with failure Clay Bennett and his accompanying LLC moved the once Seattle Supersonics to Oklahoma City where they will assume a new identity under a new name, logo’s, and conference. The end of a great legacy of Seattle basketball the team as before said made great progress over the years and accomplished many great feats.

The Seattle Supersonics founded under Sam Schulman had their inaugural season opener on October 13st, 1967 with head coach Al Bianchi and achieved the 1st ever franchise loss for the Sonics against the San Francisco Warriors. The following week on October 21st was the teams first franchise win against the San Diego Rockets 117-110 in overtime. The 1967 Seattle Supersonics finished with a dismal 23-59 record. The following season was getting better, 1968 was the first 30+ season for the Sonics. Over time the Sonics progressed to their 1st winning season in 1971-72 with an overall record of  47-35. In 1974 star forward Fred Brown scored 58 points to beat the Golden State Warriors 139-137 setting the franchise all time scoring record for 58 points in one game. In April of 1975 the Sonics won their very first playoff game defeating the Detroit Pistons 90-77. 1978 the Seattle Sonics won their first Western Conference Championship by defeating the Denver Nuggets 123-108. They won the series 4-2. After winning the Conference Championship the Sonics went on to lose to the Washington Bullets. But in 1979 the Seattle Sonics went the distance and won the 1st and only franchise World Championship by defeating the very team that had ended their previous season. They beat the Washington Bullets 97-93 in the final game of the series. They won the series 4-1 avenging the previous loss almost exactly a year before. In 1987, after almost a decade since the Sonics had made it to the Conference Semi-finals, they advanced to the Conference Semi-finals only to be defeated. May of 1993 the Sonics defeated the Houston Rockets to advance to the Western Conference Championship finals for the 1st time in 6 years. In 1996 the Sonics won their 3rd Western Conference Championship in franchise history. 2008 the Seattle Supersonics ended their long love affair with downtown Seattle’s waterfront to move to Oklahoma finishing with a meek 20-62 record.

Amongst all the long droughts in Seattle’s history there are just as many high notes to accompany them and even more fulfilled fans who spent decades attending the home games of the Sonics at one of three stadiums, the original Key Arena from 1967-1978, the Kingdome 1978-1985, and briefly in the Tacoma dome while the Key Arena underwent remodeling in 1994. The departure of the Seattle Supersonics left a huge hole for sports fans in the Northwest most notably downtown Seattle. Fans and players alike were sad to see the team go, but after unsuccessful negotiations with the City of Seattle for a $300 million dollar payout for a new stadium the Seattle Sonics now Reside in Oklahoma were they will start a new chapter just a turbulent and triumphant hopefully as the last.

Fiction
It was about 3 years ago and my friend wanted to go and watch the Supersonics play against New Orleans Hornets. That time, I never have been to a sports game in my life and believed that it was unnecessary to go. I heard the rumors that sittings were comfortable and always packed with people, foods are overpriced, and also we couldn’t even drink because we were under the drinking age. So feeling of getting dragged, I went with my friend to see and experience the first sports game at Key arena. Soon as we got close to the arena, I started to hear music bumping and people excited to see the game. Still being little skeptical, I did not wanted to get swallowed up by the vibe of the place so I put on a little front and acted like I wasn’t going to enjoy the game and it was just going to be a waste of time. But soon as I got my ticket scanned off and I was inside, the skeptical me was no more. I was so swallowed up the vibe; my heart felt like it was going to explode with the excitement. Now with the spirit to cheer for the team that I barely cared about, I was ready to scream my lungs off. Rushing to our sit, we end up bumping into lot of people, but I didn’t care, I was ready to watch this game live. Before we got to the sits, we decided to get some food first. The rumor about the food was true; it was so expensive, I had to borrow some money from my friend but it was worth it. After we picked up the food, we set down and we were set and ready to enjoy this game. They introduced the other team first and it was a rookie year for Chris Paul of New Orleans Hornets, so some of the Super Sonics fans decided to heckle the rookie player and we decided to join in on that heckling. After they introduce the other team, the place went dark and the announcer screamed out “Now give it up for your SSUUUUUPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR SONICSSSSSSSSS!!!”. With the screaming of the fans and the flashing lights everywhere, I felt like I was the part of the town’s great supporter and made me feel great inside. After the Seattle players were introduced, things got calm and people set back down after the jump ball. Sonics didn’t play so good, but I didn’t care. That moment I wasn’t jealous of people with plasma TV or even people with 100 inch HD TV because I was watching it right in front of my eyes. I was wishing for a nice dunk or two, but knowing Seattle’s playing style, it wasn’t going to happen. I, my friend, and some other Sonics supporter heckled Chris Paul of New Orleans Hornets every time he had a possession of the ball. Even with all that heckling, he played very well as he became the rookie of the year; but he did seemed little bugged. I think he even heard us saying some stuff that wasn’t nicely said with the emotions I was in. 3rd quarter came along and Sonics caught up to Hornets. Ray putting up work, being the star and main go-to guy, Ray Allen sure did work. Making 3 point shots left and right, breaking Hornets players’ ankle one by one, and making some acrobatic shots that only real good player could pull off. It was great to see Ray stepping up and taking the control of the game. However, I guess young players are definitely more energetic; Chris Paul suddenly on fire and kept making shots like he was just playing around for 1st half of the game. When it came down to the last quarter, we as the fans knew the game was over. The margin was 11 points and it was just too hard to keep up with that margin for our Seattle Super Sonics. Well the game was over and it Super Sonics’ lost. It was okay though, my first game experience was great. With the feeling of achievement and made me fell like I been missing it out for very long time. That day, I promised myself that this wasn’t going to be the first and last game I’m going to attend, but it was just a start of my relationship with the sporting arena.

Harrison Roulstone's poem
Buzzer Beater

An echo rings out.

boom...boom...boom

muffled by creams.

An echo rings out.

Boom...boom...boom...

whispering through.

The end is near.

An Echo rings out!

LOUDER

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

with the last grain

Only silence and gasps...

Paul J. Park's poem
Sonics

Yellow and green

Energy filling up the air

No need to fear

The Super Sonics are here

Don't have gadgets like Batman got

but they have trully earned our hearts.

Sonics were the hero

206 was the spot.

Protecting us from

Cavaliers to Knicks to Bulls to Spurs, no championship ring though,

but it was still fun.

Now i gotta see Durant playiung for OKC

THIS Is BULLS@#T!!!

I rather see MJ playing for D.C

I'm driving on 520, sliding through the rain.

Get outta my way,

5:30 ESPN

Brandon Roy got game.

Tristan's poem
They were our team

Once filled to the brim with pride

Ready to go after any goal they saw

But things have changed

Taken from us in such an unfair manner

Cast away by the decision of people who didn't see what they meant

They were our team

The Seattle Sonics were their name

They had their good times, they had their bad

But they stayed true to us, and we stayed true to them

Though now they're gone

They were our team

Will our Seattle get another team?

Probably not

But keep true to the memories we have and we shall forever have a team

renga #1
I went to the game

I arrived before the team

And brought a pepsi

Who are they playing today?

Oh right, it is the Celtics

They have a good team

But I do hate them so much

Lets go Sonics, go

Go! Sonics, go, go!

Go, go, go, go,go Sonics!

I have thunderstixs

I hope no fans anger me

Or they'll feel my wrath

Luke shakes left, right, left

Luke shook Paul Pierce's ankles

No he is injured

The score is seven to five

Then it's seven to seven!

Eyes begin to drift

Ready for the half time show

I see cheerleaders

Time to get some beer

Game should start soon, over here

The Celtics should fear

The awesome factor is high!

The undefeated Sonics!

The Celtics are mad

Riots start, grab thunderstixs

Pure brutality

Some of the Celtic fans had guns

I should hurry up and run

renga #2
Going to the game

Sonics against the Lakers

Got my beer hat on

I can not find the right seat

Looks like I'm already drunk

Climbing up the aisle

Finally found the right seat

Let the game begin

We had the first point in board

I hope the Lakers lose this game

Kobe scores a point

The Lakers are up by 10

This is not so good

Ray Allen better make some shots

Or we do not have a chance

Destroyed by Lakers

So many points, the scoreboard

Suddenly explodes

This is rather depressing

The emo kids are crying

Now I hate the Lakers

I will punch a Lakers fan

Just because I'm mad

Police all around

I can't believe I did that;

Hell- I'm sorry man

Wait a second, no I'm not

The Sonics lost, but I won

I will go to jail

I am too drunk to stay here

Should buy a trinket


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NOUN:JUICE.

MEMBERS:COLIN, BLAKE, MASAKI

 * Colinfergusonrichardward 19:45, 15 January 2009 (UTC)
 * Blakeedwards

overview
Our group chose the noun "juice." We explored its different definitions through research on fruit juice, short stories incorporating its more abstract and metaphorical uses, and poetry written basically just with all different types of "juice" in mind.

summary
Our group explored the noun "juice" most successfully after narrowing our focus down to one of it's meanings. You will see below that the dictionary has presented multiple meanings and definitions. In our research portion, you will find information and differing angles on fruit juice's health benefits and roles in many different tasty beverages. We have two fictional stories: one incorporating science fiction elements and zen-like themes, revolving around the protagonist's involvement in some sort of future ritual in a dream world or something. The other story revolves around life and death, after-life, "too much juice" consumption, presented in a nightmarish way, an "out of body experience." Our poetry section includes the 2 renga-style poems we did in class, both about parties. One of them seems to be "pro-partying", the other "anti-partying".

reflective assessment
1. good We worked together with people that we may have not expected to, and meeting people who maybe you wouldn't have met otherwise is awesome. There was a very wide variety of information on the "noun" juice, which made the research component challenging in a good way. Looking at a certain "noun" in various ways and expressing what we looked at through various means was interesting. Our group got along well, and was polite and patient with each other, while collaborating on ideas very open-mindedly.

2. bad There could have been more communication outside of class about the assignment. We did utilize emailing, but not until some of the last weeks of the class. This could have been started earlier. It was tough for our group to make decisions on "who did what portion" of the assignment, so in the last weeks, we just sort of started to do whatever and pieced it together. If we had made earlier choices on "who did what's", it may have made the assignment go more smoothly.

3. future strategies Exchanging phone numbers and calls consistently! This will be helpful in any group-oriented task. I think we've learned that phones are VERY HELPFUL in a team-effort. In the future, we shall utilize these things that everyone owns. And as always, procrastinating is not great. We will strive to get things together earlier in future efforts. Phones will help with this as well.

research
DEFINITIONS AND USAGES OF THE NOUN "JUICE" (as presented by the Merriam-Webster dictionary) 1] the extractable fluid contents of cells or tissues 2] a/ plural: the natural fluids of an animal body
 * b/ the liquid or moisture contained in something

3] a/ the inherent quality of a thing (essence, strength, vigor, vitality) 4] a medium (as electricity or gasoline) that supplies power 5] slang: liquor 6] slang: exorbitant interest exacted of a borrower under the threat of violence 7] slang: influence, clout 8] a motivating, inspiring, or enabling force or factor

Drinking 100% fruit juice during the day has always been thought of to be an awesome part of a healthy diet. Recently, and probably due to its sweet taste, people have been confused about juice. As recommended by the American Academy of Pediatrics, 8-12 ounces of 100% fruit juice daily is an appropriate amount. It has been thought that fruit juice has high sugar and calorie amounts. If a juice is to be called a “fruit juice” in any store, than it means that in the bottle its contained in, there is nothing besides actual juice from fruits.

There are many different kinds of juice drinks, however, which are not to be confused with fruit juice. Juice drinks contain added sugar and blended juices from concentrate, as well as preservatives and coloring agents. Perhaps this could be some of the reason why over the last decade or so, many people have been questioning the affects that juice as a product has on health. People have been especially concerned about children’s juice intake, because it is cheaper for public schools to serve juice drinks rather than fruit juice.

Fruit juice has the same sugar profile as the fruit that it came from. Therefore, it is a safe assumption to say that 100% fruit juice has extremely similar roles to play in one’s health as the fruit that it was juiced from. The amount of juice from a fruit counts as much nutritionally as the fruit itself on the food pyramid. For instance, if you have half a cup of orange juice, it has roughly the same nutritional value as half a cup of dried oranges, or even half a cup of fresh orange slices. Drinking a cup of 100% fruit juice is hardly different from eating a cup of fruit, nutritionally speaking. Fresh fruit is really good too, so mix it up. Eat some fruit. Drink some fruit. It’s good either way and in both ways individually.

After talking to my friend Carlos, whom which I interviewed, I heard a different angle on fruit juice. Carlos works at Super Supplements, a health care products store. He is also hypo-glycemic, meaning that he is super sensitive to sugar content in foods. I asked him about his opinion on juice and he straight up said that fruit juice wasn't good for you. I think his opinion is totally valid because of his condition, however it may not apply to all of us. He did have some interesting and valid points though. Carlos said that when it comes to fruit's nutritional value, its basically all fiber and sugar. He stated that, "when you juice a fruit, the fiber is left behind and you are left with all that sugar." His suggestion is that you dilute the juice with water, for instance, drinking a glass half full of water and half full of orange or apple juice. "That'll take the sugar content down, but you'll still get some of the taste if you really like juice that much", he says. "That's why you hear about peoples' stomachs not getting along well with Jamba Juice," he continued. "Its just a bunch of different sugary juices put together." After he said that, I agreed, because I don't really like Jamba Juice even though I love drinking fruit juice. "Yeah," he replied, "Like, when I get a Jamba Juice drink, I just end up running to the bathroom because it makes my stomach all upset, but that's not just me, lots of people get tummy aches from that place." I laughed after he said that, and thanked him for his opinion. Carlos does condone drinking vegetable juice though. "Veggie juice is super good for you," were his words. "Like vegetables have more in them than fruits, and less that can be lost through like mashing them up and stuff," he elaborated. So if your really sensitive to sugar like Carlos is, maybe dilute your fruit juice with water or tea, or go for vegetable juice instead.

It seems that since fruit juice has sugar, it is believed to be unhealthy and contribute to obesity. BUT, the sugars in fruit juice are different than the sugars added to many sweets and snacks also believed to contribute to obesity. In fact, it has been demonstrated that children consuming fruit juice have a higher intake of essential vitamins such as vitamin C and iron, and a lower intake of saturated fat and added sugars. It could be the confusion and misunderstanding of the differences between 100% fruit juice and juice drinks. In the nutritional realm, it cannot be stressed enough that they are almost two completely different beverages. The rumor that juice adds to obesity could very well be concocted out of syrupy juice drinks confused for fruit juice.

Fruit juice has always been a great way to get essential vitamins incorporated into a healthy diet. The “2005 dietary guidelines for Americans” suggests that several cups of fruits and vegetables should be consumed daily, and that 100% fruit juices can play a vital role in this consumption. However, if an individual is consuming more juice than they’re body can handle due to its natural caloric intake, it can do some funny things with their body, especially if the individual is a child or teenager still undergoing many physical changes. As with all things though, over intake could be detrimental. The people at work in the science of health recommend balance in everything.

Fruit juice contains healthy levels of phytonutrients. Phytonutrients are active compounds found in fruits and vegetables. They are chemically prone to fighting against disease and promoting balanced health. They act as anti-oxidants mainly. There are believed to be more than 900 phytonutrients that have been identified by researchers and scientists.

The book “Healing Tonics” by Jeannine Pollak is more or less a recipe book with information on home made remedy beverages. Almost all of the recipes contain fruit juice. Before opening the book and looking through it more extensively I can already draw the assumption that fruit juice plays a huge role in the “healing” portion of each “tonic.” My assumption is based on fruit juice’s nutritional value, and its ability to blend with other nutritional compounds to produce a smoothie, tincture, tonic, or any sort of healthy beverage other than itself as an individual fluid.

A tonic is a collection of herbs, juices, extracts, and roots, each one with a specific purpose. For instance, the “Supercharger Morning Smoothie” incorporates tangerine juice, bananas, peaches, ginkgo tincture, spirulina powder, and Siberian ginseng. Its purpose, I guess, is too be a healthy smoothie for the morning. Healthy smoothies for the morning are great!!!! And guess what you need for most of it, well, juice. Fruit juice. Fruit juice is awesome. With all these different things combined into different “tonics”, each individual drink turns into some form of “juice”. What is juice to begin with? : The nectar taken from a fruit into fluid form. Now, as I’m looking through this book, its obvious to me that juice than serves a role into a bigger something, a “tonic”. Then after ingesting a certain tonic, it is the consumer that is apparently supposed to feel revived, or chilled out, or energized, or anything that the different compounds of the tonic should work together to make you feel like.

So if you have a fruit with a specific and special something that you’d like to add to a tonic, you need to juice it. It is interesting to see how this process works with “healing tonics” as well as it works as a metaphor for different processes throughout life. If you took something else, say a book, and “juiced” it of its theme, then incorporated that theme into a song, which was one part or “tincture” of an album filled with other songs or “tinctures” with other themes making up a whole theme, then those things all added together give you a final product: the collection of songs as many things combined into one: a “tonic”.

It seems that the human body has so many things at work inside it, which then also have many things at work inside those smaller parts of the body. And the beginning “fruit” that started it all could’ve been our parents DNA combined, just like elements are combined into each other to create a tonic. Then here we are as individuals, with juices pumping through all of us (inspiration, drive, motivation, emotions, etc.) We also have physical juices too (blood, bodily fluids, etc.). So then if we look at the individual as the beginning “fruit” that a process starts off as, what tonics does the individual want to contribute to? Thinking of us as individuals being “healing tonics” or smaller parts of them, could be an interesting way to look at the noun “juice”. I’m way stoked to go and try out some of these tonic recipes. I hope I have some of the ingredients at home, some of them look like they’re hard to find at your average grocery store. There are some pretty eclectic items listed.

SOURCES:

Juice Products Association, "Fruit Juice Facts." www.fruitjuicefacts.org. 2008. Juice Products Association. 7 Mar 2009 .

Pollak, Jeanine. Healing Tonics. 1st edition. Canada: Transcontinental Printing, 2000.

Interview w/ Carlos of Super Supplements, who has an alternative opinion about fruit juice's heath benefits, and says "go with veggie juice instead."

Colinfergusonrichardward 00:01, 8 March 2009 (UTC)

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I see a tree in the distance. As I'm walking up towards it some sort of reptilian being about half my height approaches with a mug filled with a frothy liquid. I'm not quite sure whether its a male or a female, but its personality eludes that it is a female. There is a nurturing vibe about this creature. She asks me what I'm doing here. I tell her that I don't know what I'm doing here and in the most polite way I ask, "where am I?" She replies, "you are where you want to be, are you not?". I am comfortable here, so I begin explaining to her why I am comfortable. As I'm telling her that the purple dirt that feels more like "not yet sewn" kashmir fibers under my feet is the main reason, she begins to explain the frothy liquid. I got all tripped out, because I was just about to ask her about her beverage right as she was going to explain it.

It was one of those moments of simultaneous happenings, that makes my insides warm after the emotional response. I want to start telling her about how that is another reason for my being comfortable in this otherwise surreal place, but she starts elaborating on her drink.

"This is the sap from that tree you've been looking over at, boiled with gemstones, and a hint of honey for taste." I look across her scales and am amazed at how the light creates peculiarly colored twinkle bursts on top of them as she moves her head from side to side while what seems like the sun here in this place is going down and rising again at what appears to be 5 second intervals.

As she is explaining her beverage preparation technique with more depth, I am embarrassed to admit to myself that my mind is wandering the more I concentrate on the lighting in this place, and how its relentless at producing the color sparkles reflecting off of her scales and jewelry. "I drop this one in the sap and let it soak for 8 minutes", she continues as she holds up one of her gemstone pendants for me to look at. I stare into it. I start to notice that while I'm staring into it, her eyes are staring into mine, staring into the gemstone. I continue to observe the stone, out of politeness and overall amazement of the whole situation I've somehow found myself in.

It seems that she knows how much I love the way the lighting is here, and its affects on many angled objects. She smiles every time the stone does one of its prism effects in collaboration with the "up-and-down" sun. She smiles every time because I smile every time. She says "do you want it?" I'm speechless. How could I take this as a gift? This is one of her most prized possessions and she uses it for her sap-like beverage. I start to tell her that its a very nice gesture but I'm inclined to say no out of politeness when she interrupts my sentence by putting it into the pocket on the upper left corner of my shirt. I decide to just keep my mouth shut and let her do her thing. She then proceeds to bring out some sort of glitter slug out of her knapsack. She licks the bottom of it and places it over the top fringes of the pocket to make sure that the gemstone she just gave me won't topple out.

"This slug is obviously an adhesive", I think as she runs her finger across it to seal it in place, all the while I can feel its cool slippery body being stuck to my shirt and even skin. I look down at it, its such a small little creature thing, but its cute, and right as I say the word "cute" in my brain, the slug looks up and smiles and whispers ever so loudly though, "do you like my sparkling body?" "Yes, of course, thank you for helping the 3 of us keep the gemstone in my pocket."

After I said that, I looked over at the reptilian medicine woman, and she was just nodding, with the most humble smile. "Continue" she said, but I just heard it in my mind. My voice and hers were mixed, hers was more audibly upfront. "Telepathy?", and her "yes it is" was also heard; but not from her mouth or mine. So I continued to the tree. Up at the front of it, the bark changed colors. The closer I got, the more colors there were. Something from inside the bark hit me in the face and it was wet. "That's how it gives it," her voice happened again in my mind. I looked back at her though and temporarily ignoring my new psychic ability just yelled out of confusion and frustration, "what?, gives what?". "What it gave me, she replied." I touched my face to wipe the sap off, but it was not wet anymore, and my face was covered in scales. "You have it now, and you will stay here." My nerves were raging but my cells were surrendering to the transformation. My back twisted and contorted, and I had lost who I once was. "I am of this place now?" and her "yes you are" were audible simultaneous again in my mind, and my reflection in a puddle revealed the most humble smile, now on my face so new. Colinfergusonrichardward 00:52, 8 March 2009 (UTC)

tale of tomuch juice

Heavy breathing faster, and faster. My body is wet and hot. Its like I'm being microwaved from the inside. Confusion is upon me. I hear yelling and panic, “Wake up  fool. Come on wake up,  you will be all right.”. Sudden euphoria hits, getting cold I can hear nothing, everything turns white then black. Awakened, I look over the room. I see people huddled around someone passed out on the floor. He is face down on the floor and I can’t see his face. I walk around the room seeing people, but they don't acknowledge me. That seems normal now, everyone’s drunk or high. A carton of juice is in my hand. I don't know why, so I set it down, then walk upstairs. I see a girl crying, her vibe seems familiar, but I can’t make out the face, so I assume that it is just another girl that drank to much. she sipped from a bottle of pineapple juice  to help her  self  calm down. So I walk back down the stairs; again my hand feels heavy so I look down and there’s another carton of orange juice in my hand. Walking home I hear the siren of an ambulance. “Probably nothing,” I thought. As I continued to walk home a cop car rolls by me, doesn't even notice I'm there. Everything suddenly gets dimmer. Being rushed, with a light headed feeling, I look to my hand and find a carton of juice. “How did that get here? I didn't leave with  this,” I said. Ignoring the fact, I drink from the juice and continue to walk home. Drinking and drinking. This bottle never ends. Reaching my house something feels awkward. My vision has converted to a black and white movie that is a little bit out of focus. The window I  had left open was just as I left it. I threw away the juice and climbed the side of my house to my window. “I feel nearly weightless,” I thought. I make it to my room and turn on the light, grabbed a book on my bed. “The History of Fruit Juice” was the title. Beginning to read, things seem normal. The more and more I read, the more it gets intensely hard to make out the words. That never happens. Sudden confusion strikes me. “This doesn't seem right, this haze in my eyes, like smoke sitting on my eyes,” I stated. Yet the only thing I can make out clearly is a brightly colored bottle of juice I’ve never seen before. I get hit by that strangely familiar vibe again as the sobbing girl runs into my room. I yell “who the fuck are you, and why are you in my room?” She doesn't hear me. It’s like I'm not even here. Sharp pains like needles pierce my arms over and over, then move to my hands and stops. The girl is still in my room, balling her eyes out. I think to myself, “This girl’s gonna flood my room, why the fuck can’t she hear me and why won’t she leave?” Her presence fills my room with a warm sensation. As she sobs she says my name, again and again. Now I am more confused then before.“Who is she? Why does she feel important, and why can’t she see that I'm right here?” I wondered. An ambulance bolts by my house. I feel as though fluids are being pumped in to my veins, but there is no needle anywhere. The phone rings I go to answer it but my parents answer and my mom has started crying. My dad takes the phone because my mom so shaken for some reason. “What could be going on?” I wondered. Nothing is making sense. I see that same bright colored bottle of juice next to them. He hangs up the phone and says we have to go now. His approach to my room was fast and he tells the woman, this girl in my room, “Everything’s gonna be alright. You should come with us darling.” “What the fuck! Why did my dad call her darling?” I asked myself. I approach my dad. He doesn't say anything to me. He doesn't even see me. Dizziness strikes me, and suddenly I start to cough and wheeze into my hands. The coughing continues as I look at my hands. I shake with the fright of my hands splattered in blood and the orange yellow substance that looked like the contents of the carton of juice I drank that night. “What has happened to me? Something is wrong...” as the girl leaves with my family I finally see her face. It was.......................I know that girl it is my girlfriend. “Why is she crying? I'm right here?” Jolts of pain, followed by convulsions strike me for several minutes. I collapse to the ground. I am alone in this house, but I feel that I'm not here at all. I reach for that bottle of juice I saw last but it’s just out of reach. My lungs feel full and I cant breath. My eyes are getting heavy. More coughing, I begin to cough up more of that substance on my hand. The pain intensifies as my vision fades to black. Left with only my confusion of as to what is going on, I see a bright light. My pain returns. I feel as though I'm at a hospital. I panic and re-enter shock. I remember seeing that guy passed out on the floor at the party. I see my family in the emergency room where I lay grasping for life. A flash of what happened at the party hits me. I saw this guy selling these green pills. I buy two from him I take one and chew, swallow, and then swallow the second and drink my gin and juice. Suddenly I get a very euphoric feeling, followed by an over heating sensation and dehydration. I start to pound all the juice I could find. Then breathing became difficult....then I fell to the ground. Now I'm here in this bed dying. What do I do? What do I say? I speak. “I love you and I'm sorry. I didn't plan for this to happen. I'm so sorry mom and dad.” Every thing fades to black and I here a high pitched ring; then nothing at all. My autopsy showed high doses of Ecstasy in my system, but the cause of my death in this world was accidental. Self drowning from the consumption of a large amount of juice. Just another tale of too much juice. :Blakeedwards

<>'s poem
fluid, your mostly water. all though so much more

ups and yells through cells.

blood is juice too,

words from you too,

even what's in

the batteries

sitting in a game boy resting in small palms

I was restless on

family road trips

twelve years ago

or so.

attention was driven elsewhere

we were driving somewhere and cars need juice too. if we were to get anywhere, both I and pixels on screens needed next levels.

oh,

whoa!

we're

nectar needers,

we're

reliant on what?

depends on what

we're after

oh and whoa!

euphoric throats!

lumps in them

we are so moved we are all so moved and at all times moving

veins swim, wait, what's inside them does

as veins are  still

not complete stillness

but                  still so close to                     hovering

our inside organs feeling safe with moats surrounding, swimmers inside them our cells are professionals

pro's like their juice nutritional

between some whispers

and         some swallows

tasting flavors tongues turn into berry tentacles

[kissable though]

one from many made from many into one.

half-gallon sized and full of enzymes

renga #1
everyone outside laughter is so audible obviously loud

laughter is not everywhere animals outside sleeping large sounds go inside echos between windowsills front lawn still hears them everyone drinking dancing smoking stuff getting higher neighbors are so mad they will dial that number if its loud, it is louder and louder breaking barriers fence got smashed in just because their young doesn't mean that they're dumb, just intoxicated drunk happy laughing's painful one guy still lies in the fence why am i still here? hot messes on all carpets I'm creeped out by this various fluids telling all things they know without words communicating the already obvious told to book away i knew i should anyway lame parties like this

renga #2
I walked in the

room with forty oz in hand

search for orange juice.

my epic plan to get drunk,

brass monkeys sip a way down.

dizziness happens,

gets dark but my brain swims nice

now my body floats

Euphoric feelings warm

bloated talking feels calm

took off my sweater

dancing made my body warm

I want to touch skin

skin is pleasant warm to touch

makes mind wander yearn to touch

oh my goodness oh !

Hormones raging so hardcore

no one with socks on

juice is spilled on all the floors

people cuddling kissing now

naked people lost

missing hiding busy music

still raves some passed out

the guy on the couch out  cold

with sharpie we color him

laughs and giggles spread

he wakes up hungover and lost

stubbles to the toilet

passed the mirror startled

by phallic shape drawn all over him......


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Anna writes
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Good day Mom !
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At work
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KAILASH CHANDER JHINGA, M.A., L.L.B, Phil, Ph.D. (Pursuing) Advocate, Barrister, Arbitrator, Tax Practitioners Globe Company – International Law Advisor H-48, Street No3 Vikas Marg, Laxmi-Nagar, Delhi – 110092, India Phone: 0091-11-22044587  Fax: 0091-11-2202487, Mobile- 0091-9968235823 Email: kcjhinga@yahoo.com Immigration, Company Formation, CPA (Tax & Auditing) etc.

Mr. Kailash Chander Jhinga was born in Sanwar-Haryana, India on June 1, 1952. he has be admitted as a Advocate in Bar Council of Uttar Pradesh, India &  NSW Bar Association as Barrister (Membership no- 4239), G.C.C. Commercial Arbitration Centre (Bahrain) have Accredited as an Arbitrator & visited many Countries for International Business & Law. Mr. Jhinga attended college at J.V.M. College – Charkhi Dadri- Haryana and Hindi Sahitya Sammelan, he then went on the attend the following law schools, Bhartiya Shiksha Prishad Uttar Pradesh, Kawa Global University, Bharathidasan University ICADR & Nalsar Law University Hyderabad & Complete Diplomas from SISI- Govt. of India in Air ticketing, Travel & Tourism Law, Company & Tax Law, Post Graduate Diploma in CPAs (Tax & Auditing) Through AVET, Chennai, Post Graduate Diploma in Human Rights (Asylum & Immigration), Post Graduate Diploma in Real Property & Estate law, Diploma in ADR, India & Ph.D. Pursuing in Asylums, Refugee & Immigrant Human Rights from Intercultural Open University, The Netherlands etc. Mr. Jhinga is a Life member of the following: Indian Council for Arbitration; International Centre for Alternative Dispute Resolution, International Council of Consultants, Institute of Constitutional & Parliamentary Studies (India), All India Management Association, Delhi Management Association, All India Federation of Tax Practitioners, International Society for Krishna Consciousness and Member of International Law Association (Australia), American Bar Association; Inter Pacific Bar Association, NSW Bar Association, G.C.C. Commercial Arbitration Centre (Bahrain), Income Tax Bar Association- India, Immigration Law Practitioners Association (UK), Law Society of England & Wales- International Division, Indian Society of International Law (India), Australian Corporate Lawyers Association, New Zealand Bar Association, Chartered Institute of Arbitrators- UK, Refugee Council of Australia- Australia. Revenue Bar Association- India, I.T.A.T. Bar Association- India, The Bar Association of India- India Mr. Jhinga started Legal Consultant and Accounting from 1980-1981. He has been a public officer from 1980-1981 and has been a CEO.

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Talk:Improved UMPC design

Improvements
Perhaps the rollable lcd screen can be implemented (similar to the low-cost Readius). See http://www.readius.com/

The UMPC should be similar to the Techcrunch Crunchpad http://www.techcrunch.com/2008/07/21/we-want-a-dead-simple-web-tablet-help-us-build-it/

Perhaps the UMPC can be build with diy low-cost microcontrollers/motherboards such as the Roundsolutions C10/3 (or other as GPRS is not needed). See http://www.roundsolutions.com/uk_products.htm Other manufacturers include Parallax. 64-bit processors include the Intel Atom, yet these type of motherboards cannot be build yourself. Other possibilities are the ARM processors such as those present in intel mobile devices, smartphones, ebook readers, ... Of the latter, I am also not quite sure whether these circuits can be build diy. There are also embedded ARMS such as the http://linuxdevices.com/news/NS6698241512.html

title: Talk:Improved UMPC design