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Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
What do you know about your own faith?
Here is an interesting study about faith and religious knowledge:
Religious Literacy
May be a good source for essay 2. . .
Religious Literacy
May be a good source for essay 2. . .
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Submitting Essays: Guidelines
The FIRST time you submit EACH of your FOUR required essays, submit at least one draft and your "final" essay, and label the Word docs as follows:
• Draft: your initials, essay number with "DRAFT," date; for example (for me), PT.E1DRAFT.091410.doc (or they can end with "docx")
• First final document: PT.E1.091410.doc
• All rewrites: PT.E1RW.092110.doc, PTE1RW2.0928.10. . .etc
• Draft: your initials, essay number with "DRAFT," date; for example (for me), PT.E1DRAFT.091410.doc (or they can end with "docx")
• First final document: PT.E1.091410.doc
• All rewrites: PT.E1RW.092110.doc, PTE1RW2.0928.10. . .etc
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
What is "good writing"? What is "good scholarly writing"?
Read this piece by Henry Giroux, "Racialized Memories and Class Identities"—Is this well written? How so?
Look on your course CD for the following files:
Decisions Writers Make.docx
Writing as a Young Scholar.docx
FYWRubricrevised.doc
Look on your course CD for the following files:
Decisions Writers Make.docx
Writing as a Young Scholar.docx
FYWRubricrevised.doc
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Fred Jones pt 2, Ben Folds
Fred Jones Part 2
------Ben Folds
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him: 'Life has been good'
Twenty-five years
He's worked at the paper
A man's here to take him downstairs
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time
There was no party, there were no songs
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
No one is left here that knows his first name
And life barrels on like a runaway train
Where the passengers change
They don't change anything
You get off; someone else can get on
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time
Streetlight shines through the shades
Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face
He reflects on the day
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
Projecting some slides onto a plain white
Canvas and traces it
Fills in the spaces
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right
Yeah, and all of these bastards
Have taken his place
He's forgotten but not yet gone
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time
------Ben Folds
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him: 'Life has been good'
Twenty-five years
He's worked at the paper
A man's here to take him downstairs
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time
There was no party, there were no songs
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
No one is left here that knows his first name
And life barrels on like a runaway train
Where the passengers change
They don't change anything
You get off; someone else can get on
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time
Streetlight shines through the shades
Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face
He reflects on the day
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
Projecting some slides onto a plain white
Canvas and traces it
Fills in the spaces
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right
Yeah, and all of these bastards
Have taken his place
He's forgotten but not yet gone
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time
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