<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:24:14.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colleen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-4385151059488927706</id><published>2010-02-09T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:49:08.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Research Paper Outline                                                                                                                                Colleen O’Neil&lt;br /&gt;Coeducation is more beneficial to the Youth of America than Single-Sex Education&lt;br /&gt;I.                    Introduction&lt;br /&gt;A.      Thesis statement:&lt;br /&gt;II.                  Body&lt;br /&gt;A.      There have been laws which prohibit discrimination in public school systems based on sex.&lt;br /&gt;1.       It is “Specifically stated that no public school shall provide any course or otherwise carry out any of its education program or activity separately on the basis of sex.” based on “Title IX of the Educational Amendments of 1972”(Sax)&lt;br /&gt;2.       Recently an addition to the amendment has been made which allows schools to provide classes or activities separated by sex, as long as there is a corresponding activity for the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;a.       “specifically allows single-sex education in public schools, provided that comparable courses, services and facilities are made available to both sexes.” (Sax)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4385151059488927706?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4385151059488927706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4385151059488927706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4385151059488927706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4385151059488927706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2010/02/research-paper-outline-colleen-oneil.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-9176741839276297606</id><published>2009-12-23T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:43:48.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abimbola, Ishola. "The number of same-sex classes in public schools is on the rise, but is it fair and legal? Abimbola Ishola reports." Teen Vogue Aug. 2007: 86,88. General OneFile. Web. 23 Dec. 2009. &lt;a href="http://find.galegroup.com/gps/start.do?prodId=IPS&amp;amp;userGroupName=mlin_s_nortonhs"&gt;http://find.galegroup.com/gps/start.do?prodId=IPS&amp;amp;userGroupName=mlin_s_nortonhs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lock up your daughters; Education." The Economist [US] 20 Nov. 2004: 59US. General OneFile. Web. 23 Dec. 2009. &lt;a href="http://find.galegroup.com/gps/start.do?prodId=IPS&amp;amp;userGroupName=mlin_s_nortonhs"&gt;http://find.galegroup.com/gps/start.do?prodId=IPS&amp;amp;userGroupName=mlin_s_nortonhs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a class by themselves: are single-sex schools a good idea?" Weekly Reader, Senior Edition [including Science Spin] 22 Oct. 2004: 2+. General OneFile. Web. 23 Dec. 2009. &lt;a href="http://find.galegroup.com/gps/start.do?prodId=IPS&amp;amp;userGroupName=mlin_s_nortonhs"&gt;http://find.galegroup.com/gps/start.do?prodId=IPS&amp;amp;userGroupName=mlin_s_nortonhs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls vs. boys: do single-sex schools break the rules?" Current Events, a Weekly Reader publication 1 Oct. 2004: 3+. General OneFile. Web. 23 Dec. 2009. &lt;http://find.galegroup.com/gps/start.do?prodid=ips&amp;amp;usergroupname=mlin_s_nortonhs&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-9176741839276297606?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/9176741839276297606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=9176741839276297606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/9176741839276297606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/9176741839276297606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/12/abimbola-ishola.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-6823406008883306614</id><published>2009-10-06T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:08:45.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week 1&lt;br /&gt;                Because I have just started I am still in the process of learning all the students’ names and getting comfortable in the classroom. Mrs. Laconte introduced me to the students as Miss. O’Neil, but they have gotten used to calling me Miss O. Now I am mostly just observing how the classroom is operated and the daily routines. Every day I have been helping Mrs. Laconte by putting all of the students’ “mail” and papers in their “mailboxes” for them to later get and bring home. Also, I have been passing out their “home folders” and going around the classroom to check that they have written their homework correctly every day. Another activity I did this week was I read a short story to the class as a practice for a longer story which I will be reading next week. On Thursday, I helped the students prepare a bingo game of their classmates’ names which they played on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Week 2&lt;br /&gt;                This week I got to try more student interaction, as I have become more comfortable in the classroom.  I have learned the daily routines of the teacher and developed my own routine of my every day responsibilities.  I did a “read-a-loud”, reading a story focusing on this week’s lesson of space. Also I got the privilege of doing a one on one reading practice with a student. On Tuesday I helped Mrs. Laconte by using the children’s artwork to create the bulletin board outside of her classroom. I still perform my daily duties of helping pass out papers, home folders and checking the student’s daily recordings of their homework assignments.&lt;br /&gt;help them with their daily assignments and assist them with their spelling when I write a word the don’t know how to spell in their spelling books so they can have it for future reference, help kids with computers in computer lab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-6823406008883306614?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/6823406008883306614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=6823406008883306614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6823406008883306614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6823406008883306614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-1-because-i-have-just-started-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-4950954642293817870</id><published>2009-10-01T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:53:18.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Randy Behavior’s poem “Both of Me” shows the duality of the Apollonian and Dionysian sides of humans that was apparent in Robert Louis Stevenson’s novel The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.  Behavior writes in the first 4 lines of his poem, “There are two sides to me, they battle here for supremacy, one mindful and mannered, the other ripe and reinvented,” implying that he is torn between the Apollonian and Dionysian principles.  One side of him has the traditional Apollonian traits: reserve, reason, and thought. The other side of him is more like a Dionysian: chaotic, emotional, and sensual.   Behavior writes further on in the poem, “Now under your gaze, ashamed, I want to hide this wanton girl away” proving that when he is conflicted between these two personalities he is embarrassed by himself and wants to hide one of his sides. By hiding one of these personalities he feels he can become a person with a single personality. This can be easily related to the part of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde when Jekyll is conflicted between himself and Hyde. At this point he is unsure of who he wants to be and struggles to decide which personality to keep and which to discard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4950954642293817870?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4950954642293817870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4950954642293817870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4950954642293817870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4950954642293817870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/10/randy-behaviors-poem-both-of-me-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-6133987405472389354</id><published>2009-10-01T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:14:21.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Both of Me by Randy Behavior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/hub/Both-of-Me-poem"&gt;http://hubpages.com/hub/Both-of-Me-poem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two sides to me&lt;br /&gt;They battle here for supremacy&lt;br /&gt;One mindful and mannered&lt;br /&gt;The other ripe and reinvented&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be the rangier me&lt;br /&gt;When in, non-coincidence we collide&lt;br /&gt;A delightful game of flirt and flavor&lt;br /&gt;Playing with words and dreaming of skin&lt;br /&gt;But when knowing replaces meeting&lt;br /&gt;Now under your gaze, ashamed&lt;br /&gt;I want to hide this wanton girl away&lt;br /&gt;Search for the purity gone astray&lt;br /&gt;Or would your rather dance with us&lt;br /&gt;Weaving the seeker with the nymph&lt;br /&gt;The educated to the inquisitive&lt;br /&gt;A twirling kaleidoscope of you and we&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a Tango made for three?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-6133987405472389354?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/6133987405472389354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=6133987405472389354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6133987405472389354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6133987405472389354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/10/both-of-me-by-randy-behavior.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-5456784365793542140</id><published>2009-09-29T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:15:01.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The picture of the Earth being taken over by flame represents the balance between chaos and order of Apollo and Dionysus.  In Greek mythology, Apollo and Dionysus were both sons of Zeus, Apollo being the god of the sun, order, music, and poetry, and Dionysus being the god of wine, ecstasy, intoxication, and chaos. The Apollonian principles also suggest beauty as opposed to the Dionysian principles which suggest destruction.   The picture accurately portrays the differences between the view of an Apollonian and a Dionysian because half of the Earth is destroyed while the other half remains relatively unharmed.  Another theme that can be derived from the picture is light versus darkness. On the far left of the picture (the Apollonian side) there is a sun creating light behind the untouched side of the Earth. On the right hand side, there is a moon and darkness overshadowing the destruction of the hemisphere. Although the gods Apollo and Dionysus never considered each other rivals, many of their principles and ideas overlap each other’s and as seen in the picture, they differ greatly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-5456784365793542140?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/5456784365793542140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=5456784365793542140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/5456784365793542140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/5456784365793542140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture-of-earth-being-taken-over-by.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-5817727402711104131</id><published>2009-09-29T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:50:53.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apollo: sun, ego, psyche, stoic, mind, reason, thinking, order, restraint, male, hierarchy, science, system, compulsiveness, city, classicism, civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionysus: Earth, Id, eros, Epicurean, heart, emotion, feeling, chaos, excess, female, equality, art, spontaneity, impulsiveness, country, romanticism, nature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-5817727402711104131?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/5817727402711104131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=5817727402711104131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/5817727402711104131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/5817727402711104131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/09/apollo-sun-ego-psyche-stoic-mind-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-7691254815319262062</id><published>2009-09-29T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:34:11.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2JCKPC4btA/SsIo71T6JnI/AAAAAAAAABY/Vej3i7j_K2U/s1600-h/order+v.+chaos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386913112676509298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2JCKPC4btA/SsIo71T6JnI/AAAAAAAAABY/Vej3i7j_K2U/s200/order+v.+chaos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-7691254815319262062?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/7691254815319262062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=7691254815319262062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/7691254815319262062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/7691254815319262062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2JCKPC4btA/SsIo71T6JnI/AAAAAAAAABY/Vej3i7j_K2U/s72-c/order+v.+chaos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-4729315615673090055</id><published>2009-09-25T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:39:29.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The movie Spiderman 3, symbolizes the Apollonian and Dionysian characters. The character of Spiderman displays his usual role as a city hero and positive public figure. This side of Spiderman is the Apollonian side; his negative Dionysian side emerges after a meteorite crashes near him. The meteorite crash causes symbiote to attach to Peter (Spiderman) and later brings out the darker, more selfish, indulgent, carefree side of him. This symbiote attachment results in Peter’s Spiderman costume changing to black to represent the Dionysian within him. He begins to do bad deeds instead of good, and hurt people around him. His rage overtakes him and causes him to emotionally and physically hurt his enemies, and even his closest allies.  Peter undergoes changes throughout the course of the film from the red, ordinary, Spiderman into the black character of “Venom”.  These changes are quite similar to the changes made by the main character in The Curious Incident of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde; Dr. Jekyll is similar to the red Spiderman, and Mr. Hyde is comparable to Venom. Dr. Jekyll also undergoes bodily changes into a more wicked and sinful character. As Spiderman is Venom, he feels more powerful and stronger, As does Dr. Jekyll when he is embodied by the role of Mr. Hyde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4729315615673090055?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4729315615673090055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4729315615673090055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4729315615673090055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4729315615673090055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/09/movie-spiderman-3-symbolizes-apollonian.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-7219087500571157582</id><published>2009-09-25T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:29:09.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song</title><content type='html'>The song, What was I Thinking, by Dierks Bentley represents both Apollonian and Dionysian traits. In the song, the narrator is thinking irrationally; he only cares about intimate time with Becky, regardless of the consequences.  Like a Dionysian, he is thinking based on pleasure, sensuous enjoyment, carelessness, and without reason. He seeks pleasure and sensuous enjoyment, by spending time with Becky. Bentley says, “I was thinking ‘bout a little white tank top sitting right there in the middle by me I was thinking about a long kiss.” Along with seeking sensuous enjoyment and pleasure, this is also careless and thinking without reason.  Becky’s father is protective, has a criminal record, and is ready to shoot anyone down who comes after Becky.  Bentley makes a big mistake, sneaking Becky out to spend time with her. He now has to face the consequences of Becky’s father.&lt;br /&gt;                Although Bentley is clearly predominately Dionysian, his Apollonian side is also embodied through the song.  Bentley says, “Oh I knew there’d be Hell to pay,” and questions his actions, “What was I thinking?” This is Apollonian, because he starts to think logically, realizing that his actions were wrong and have negative outcomes. This displays knowledge and realizations, both Apollonian traits. Bentley embodies both Apollonian and Dionysian characteristics throughout What was I Thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky was a beauty from South AlabamaHer Daddy had a hard lock and nine pound hammerThink He even did a little time in the slammerWhat was I thinking?She snuck out one night and met me by the front gateHer daddy came out waving that twelve gageWe tore out the drive, he peppered my tailgateWhat was I thinking?Oh I knew there’d be Hell to pay,But that crossed my mind a little too late!ChorusCuz’ I was thinking ‘bout a little white tank top sitting right there in the middle by meI was thinking about a long kiss man just gotta get goin’ with a night like meWell I know what I was feeling But What was I thinking?But What was I thinking?What was I thinking?By the county line the cops were nipping on our heelsPulled off the road kicked it to 4 wheelShut off the lights, tore through a corn fieldWhat was I thinking?Out the other side she was hollerin’ “Faster!��?Took the third road had the radio blastin’Hit the Honky Tonk for a little close dancin’ What was I thinking?Oh I knew there’d be Hell to pay,But that crossed my mind a little too late!ChorusWhen a mountain of a man with a “Born to Kill��? tattoo tried to cut in I knocked out his front toothRan outside hood sliding like BulldukeWhat was I thinking?I finally got her home half past too lateHer daddy’s in a lawn chair sittin’ in the drivewayPut it in park as he started my way,What was I thinking?Oh What was I thinking?Oh What was I thinking?And she gave a come and get me grin, And like a bullet we were gone again!ChorusWhat was I thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-7219087500571157582?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/7219087500571157582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=7219087500571157582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/7219087500571157582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/7219087500571157582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/09/song.html' title='Song'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-8846450189933608190</id><published>2009-09-25T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:58:48.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2JCKPC4btA/SrzMj_ub1gI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Nb5YxqfzUc/s1600-h/spiderman3_creepingart%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385404173201954306" style="DISPLAY: block; 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The market&lt;br /&gt;1.       Our target market consists of mainly middle-class and high-class women who are looking for a relaxing getaway.&lt;br /&gt;a.       The potential customers are mostly located in the United States. Also most customers will live on the west coast because they will have less travel to the resort, but some will be from the west coast.&lt;br /&gt;b.      They will want to visit the resort at all times of the year.&lt;br /&gt;c.       Most likely they will pay for their stay with credit/debit cards, but cash and check is always an option.&lt;br /&gt;d.      Their motivation to stay at the hotel is the desire for excellent service in a relaxing top of the line resort.&lt;br /&gt;2.       Currently the market is competitive but with our excellent services and high quality conditions we stand out from other less extravagant resorts.&lt;br /&gt;a.       The market is growing because of the increasing stress in women and growing desire for relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;3.       We would like to control a largely significant amount of the west coast spa and resort customers and a few east coast customers.&lt;br /&gt;4.       There are many marketing risks involved in this resort because our company is more so a luxury than a necessity and if customers can not afford to stay at the resort it will not be a major priority for them.&lt;br /&gt;5.       Yes, our company has prepared a marketing budget. Our startup advertising budget is $250,000 and our annual budget will be $100,000.&lt;br /&gt;6.       Our service resort and spa will be promoted using our website, flyers, brochures, TV commercials,  etc.&lt;br /&gt;a.       The customer will be made aware of our resort through our various methods of advertising and promotion.&lt;br /&gt;b.      The customers will be inducted into booking a reservation by the gorgeous appeal of the resort and the irresistible quality and services of the resort. &lt;br /&gt;c.       Our company will stand out in the crowd because of our high class quality.&lt;br /&gt;d.      Free publicity which we can take advantage of is word of mouth.&lt;br /&gt;7.       Pricing strategy&lt;br /&gt;a.       All of our prices for the treatments, room reservations and classes are provided on our brochure.&lt;br /&gt;b.      There will be a few discounts offered such as if a customer books a room they will be allowed complimentary access  to classes, the sauna, stream rooms and our private beach.&lt;br /&gt;c.       The costs of different services which we offer will vary.&lt;br /&gt;II.                  The product or service&lt;br /&gt;1.       The services which will be available are fully described on our website and in our brochures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4482560102521824059?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4482560102521824059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4482560102521824059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4482560102521824059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4482560102521824059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/04/marketing-strategy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-556224381144978335</id><published>2009-04-01T06:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T06:01:44.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2JCKPC4btA/SdNlsm5meZI/AAAAAAAAABA/GEStZPwI7b8/s1600-h/shoe6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319707401885481362" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2JCKPC4btA/SdNlQqQq9VI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JbogaXc0mRQ/s200/shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-599954645002385776?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/599954645002385776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=599954645002385776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/599954645002385776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/599954645002385776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2JCKPC4btA/SdNlQqQq9VI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JbogaXc0mRQ/s72-c/shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-6432226285038163437</id><published>2009-04-01T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:52:31.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Camila Evita Lopez de Rodriguez&lt;br /&gt;Calle Palmera, 23&lt;br /&gt;28070 Madrid, España&lt;br /&gt;34 -61-397-0031&lt;br /&gt;celrodriguez@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUESTO DESEADO: vendedora de tiempo parcial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDUCACIÓN:  Colegio de Madrid&lt;br /&gt;  Madrid, España&lt;br /&gt;  1995-1999&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Universidad de Navarra&lt;br /&gt;  Navarra, España&lt;br /&gt;  1999-2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;EXPERIENCIA: El Corte Inglés &lt;br /&gt;(relacionada  Madrid, España&lt;br /&gt; con el puesto) Vendedora&lt;br /&gt;   - Vendía mercadería&lt;br /&gt;   - Inspeccionaba otros empleados&lt;br /&gt;   - Mantengaba servicio de clienete &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;DESTREZAS: Destrezas de Computadores: Microsoft Word, Excel, y     Powerpoint&lt;br /&gt;  Destrezas de Personal: amable, amistoso, simpática,     determinado y ayudante&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-6432226285038163437?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/6432226285038163437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=6432226285038163437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6432226285038163437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6432226285038163437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/04/camila-evita-lopez-de-rodriguez-calle.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-4933117462510953390</id><published>2009-04-01T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:51:40.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currículo Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4933117462510953390?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4933117462510953390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4933117462510953390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4933117462510953390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4933117462510953390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/04/curriculo-vital.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-4733356417981024654</id><published>2009-03-23T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:15:17.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Colleen O’Neil &lt;br /&gt;Sociology D&lt;br /&gt;3-20-09 &lt;br /&gt;Anna Nicole Smith was born November 28, 1967. When she was just 17 she married Billy Wayne Smith and a year later they had a son, Daniel Wayne Smith. After separating with her husband, she needed to support herself and got a job as an exotic dancer.  She later began taking modeling and singing lessons which became useful in an audition for playboy. She was soon chosen by Hugh Hefner to be on the cover of playboy, which jump started her career. Her career was very successful and she later met an elderly billionaire, Howard Marshall, who she married. Thirteen months after their marriage, Marshall died and she fought his son for her half of the inheritance. After many court battles she was granted $449,754,134. Although, later the courts made a new ruling which granted he only 88 million dollars and forced her to pay 1 million in legal fees. Her movie acting career was not very successful but her reality TV show “The Anna Nicole Smith Show” became very popular, however after a while it had decreasing ratings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4733356417981024654?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4733356417981024654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4733356417981024654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4733356417981024654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4733356417981024654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/03/colleen-oneil-sociology-d-3-20-09-anna.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-366800561033656222</id><published>2009-02-09T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:31:03.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Harriet Martineau (June 12, 1802 – June 27, 1876&lt;br /&gt;http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/Wmartineau.htm &lt;br /&gt;• English writer, journalist, political economist, philosopher, abolitionist and feminist &lt;br /&gt;• In 1823 she wrote an article titled “on female education” but it was published by “Monthly Repository as anonymous&lt;br /&gt;• After discovering she was the author to the article, her brother strongly encouraged Harriet to become a writer and “leave it to the other women to make skirts and darn stockings”. &lt;br /&gt;• After her father’s death she moved to London and worked for a small newspaper, where she received a small pay &lt;br /&gt;• She began to write books on a variety of subjects such as religion, politics and the economy. These writings showed her passion for social reform and were published as a series of stories. &lt;br /&gt;• Soon the popularity of her stories brought her wealth and financial independence&lt;br /&gt;• While traveling the USA, Harriet wrote stories about the poor treatment of women and argued that women should have more education so they can be beneficial to the world in ways besides child bearing and marriage. &lt;br /&gt;• In 1866 she joined with other women to present a petition for the women’s right to vote, to Parliament. &lt;br /&gt;• Throughout the years she wrote over 1600 articles for the daily news on a number of subjects. One subject which she liked to write about was The Contagious Diseases acts. She objected to the laws that only applied to women. &lt;br /&gt;• She “got the campaign going” for the National Association for the Repeal of the Contagious Diseases Act&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-366800561033656222?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/366800561033656222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=366800561033656222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/366800561033656222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/366800561033656222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/02/harriet-martineau-june-12-1802-june-27.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-5964700477255414347</id><published>2009-02-06T09:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:35:28.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Persuasive Speech Outline to Complete&lt;br /&gt;General Purpose: to present information about homeschooling&lt;br /&gt;Specific Purpose: to persuade the audience that all children should be socialized in schools &lt;br /&gt;  ATTENTION STEP &lt;br /&gt;I. Opening Statement of Interest why should children be confided to their homes to learn material which should be learned in schools? If a child is home schooled they lose major social interaction which their lack of social interaction will hurt them later in life. &lt;br /&gt;        A. Reason (s) to Listen Even if you are not homeschooled and you don’t know someone who is, there are many children in the world who have not been able to experience school because they are homeschooled. There is more to school then just the education aspect, but if a child is homeschooled that is the only part of school they experience. &lt;br /&gt;        B. Speaker Credibility Through research many government officials have found that homeschooling causes a child to miss out on interaction with people outside the family, cause them to have a difficult time “developing emotionally in a broader world than the parents' 'cloistered' setting", and homeschooling restricts children from having more people in their life to help them if they are having a problem. By confining children later in life if they decided to attend college they will enter being very naive about other people and how different types of people may act. Because of these reasons, in California homeschooling has been banned and children ages 6-18 MUST attend a private/ public fulltime day- school or be tutored by a teacher with teaching credentials. &lt;br /&gt;        C. Thesis Statement As a result of homeschooling many children enter college and the work force without the life experiences to socially interact at the same level as their peers. &lt;br /&gt;NEED STEP &lt;br /&gt;II. Statement of Need: It is very important that children should have the experience of schooling amongst peers to help them develop and mold into well rounded adults. &lt;br /&gt;        A. Illustration: Their whole life a child may be educated by their parent(s) which may work for the time being but if the child decides to attend college they may have a problem. When entering college, they will be unaware of how other people their age may act. Also they may be naïve and inexperienced in social situations. They will also be very impersonal which could seriously hurt them in life. &lt;br /&gt;        B. Ramifications &lt;br /&gt;1. It has been proven that to be a healthy individual one must obtain good emotional, spiritual, physical, mental and social health. By excluding children from their peers in school their social and emotional health is being jeopardized. Children learn so much more in school besides the educational value, they learn about themselves and people in general. They also learn how to work with others and trust other people. School is a place where children can make mistakes and not have to suffer extreme consequences, as they would as an adult. &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;         C. Pointing: Homeschooling is more hurting a child and their emotional and social development than helping them. Homeschooling should only be allowed in severe situations where the child is disabled or cannot attend school for a medical reason. &lt;br /&gt;SATISFACTION STEP &lt;br /&gt;III. Statement of Solution :  Banning homeschooling is essential to the health of our children, the future leaders of the world.&lt;br /&gt;        A. Explanation of Solution : Parents should not be allowed to home school their children unless there is a medical problem which prevents the student from attending school and in that case the student should have a certified tutor. If the family cannot afford a tutor, one will be provided by the state. &lt;br /&gt;        B. Theoretical Demonstration &lt;br /&gt;                1. By having children enrolled in schools they then get interaction with other and can learn from and be positively influenced by others. &lt;br /&gt;        C. Practical Experience : In California they have successfully implemented restrictions against homeschooling. Also by knowing more people children have more of an opportunity to get help if they need it. And in school they will  have a greater chance to learn to develop successfully, emotionally. &lt;br /&gt;        D. Meeting Objections &lt;br /&gt;                1. Many may protest that they do not want their children to interact with others and learn about things, that the parents want to shelter them from. But in the end what is best for the child must be done.&lt;br /&gt;VISUALIZATION STEP &lt;br /&gt;IV. Restatement of Proposed Solution &lt;br /&gt;        A. Negative Visualization: If more states do not develop laws against homeschooling there will be many children each year which do not get the full experience of being a child and growing up. Also many children will learn later in life that they are just not as completive in the work force, because of their restrictions earlier in life. &lt;br /&gt;        B. Positive Visualization: if more states do develop laws prohibiting homeschooling then all children will have equal opportunities later in life. &lt;br /&gt;ACTION STEP &lt;br /&gt;V. Restatement and Summary &lt;br /&gt;        A. Statement of Specific Action or Attitude Change &lt;br /&gt;        B. Statement of Personal Interest &lt;br /&gt;        C. Reason to Remember &lt;br /&gt;  SOURCES: &lt;br /&gt;1. http://www.worldnetdaily.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&amp;pageId=58053&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-5964700477255414347?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/5964700477255414347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=5964700477255414347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/5964700477255414347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/5964700477255414347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/02/persuasive-speech-outline-to-complete_06.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-2943155054853021674</id><published>2009-02-06T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:02:44.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Persuasive Speech Outline to Complete&lt;br /&gt;General Purpose: to present information about homeschooling&lt;br /&gt;Specific Purpose: to persuade the audience that all children should be socialized in schools &lt;br /&gt;  ATTENTION STEP &lt;br /&gt;I. Opening Statement of Interest why should children be confided to their homes to learn material which should be learned in schools? If a child is home schooled they lose major social interaction which their lack of social interaction will hurt them later in life. &lt;br /&gt;        A. Reason (s) to Listen Even if you are not homeschooled and you don’t know someone who is, there are many children in the world who have not been able to experience school because they are homeschooled. There is more to school then just the education aspect, but if a child is homeschooled that is the only part of school they experience. &lt;br /&gt;        B. Speaker Credibility Through research many government officials have found that homeschooling causes a child to miss out on interaction with people outside the family, cause them to have a difficult time “developing emotionally in a broader world than the parents' 'cloistered' setting", and homeschooling restricts children from having more people in their life to help them if they are having a problem. By confining children later in life if they decided to attend college they will enter being very naive about other people and how different types of people may act. Because of these reasons, in California homeschooling has been banned and children ages 6-18 MUST attend a private/ public fulltime day- school or be tutored by a teacher with teaching credentials. &lt;br /&gt;        C. Thesis Statement As a result of homeschooling many children enter college and the work force without the life experiences to socially interact at the same level as their peers. &lt;br /&gt;NEED STEP &lt;br /&gt;II. Statement of Need : It is very important that children should have the experience of schooling amongst peers to help them develop and mold into well rounded adults. &lt;br /&gt;        A. Illustration : Their whole life a child may be educated by their parent(s) which may work for the time being but if the child decides to attend college they may have a problem. When entering college, they will be unaware of how other people their age may act. Also they may be naïve and inexperienced in social situations. They will also be very impersonal which could seriously hurt them in life. &lt;br /&gt;        B. Ramifications &lt;br /&gt;1. It has been proven that to be a healthy individual one must obtain good emotional, spiritual, physical, mental and social health. By excluding children from their peers in school their social and emotional health is being jeopardized. Children learn so much more in school besides the educational value, they learn about themselves and people in general. They also learn how to work with others and trust other people. School is a place where children can make mistakes and not have to suffer extreme consequences, as they would as an adult. &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;         C. Pointing: Homeschooling is more hurting a child and their emotional and social development than helping them. Homeschooling should only be allowed in severe situations where the child is disabled or cannot attend school for a medical reason. &lt;br /&gt;SATISFACTION STEP &lt;br /&gt;III. Statement of Solution :  Banning homeschooling is essential to the health of our children, the future leaders of the world.&lt;br /&gt;        A. Explanation of Solution : Parents should not be allowed to home school their children unless there is a medical problem which prevents the student from attending school and in that case the student should have a certified tutor. If the family cannot afford a tutor, one will be provided by the state. &lt;br /&gt;        B. Theoretical Demonstration &lt;br /&gt;                1. &lt;br /&gt;                2. &lt;br /&gt;                3. &lt;br /&gt;        C. Practical Experience : &lt;br /&gt;        D. Meeting Objections &lt;br /&gt;                1. &lt;br /&gt;                2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VISUALIZATION STEP &lt;br /&gt;IV. Restatement of Proposed Solution &lt;br /&gt;        A. Negative Visualization &lt;br /&gt;        B. Positive Visualization &lt;br /&gt;ACTION STEP &lt;br /&gt;V. Restatement and Summary &lt;br /&gt;        A. Statement of Specific Action or Attitude Change &lt;br /&gt;        B. Statement of Personal Interest &lt;br /&gt;        C. Reason to Remember &lt;br /&gt;  SOURCES: &lt;br /&gt;1. http://www.worldnetdaily.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&amp;pageId=58053&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-2943155054853021674?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/2943155054853021674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=2943155054853021674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/2943155054853021674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/2943155054853021674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2009/02/persuasive-speech-outline-to-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-2210824306050503345</id><published>2008-06-12T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:18:58.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>found critque #2</title><content type='html'>As David Carrier noted in his 1985 essay Suspicious Art, Unsuspecting Texts (Arts Magazine, November 1985), Lawsons argument leads a little too conveniently to a solution found in art like that which Lawson himself produced. (Last Exit: Painting appeared in Artforum with reproductions of paintings by Salle, Lawson, Walter Robinson, Troy Brauntuch and Jack Goldstein, suggesting the range of relevant painting to be quite narrow, yet to also include Lawson.) To be fair, of course, Lawsons writings and his work both came out of what he believed painting should be and do, as well as the historical position painting was in. To that end, his 1981 painting Dont Hit Her Again, an agreeably sized canvas in monochromes that goes almost abstract while clearly revealing the face of a child with a black eye, seems iconic of that moment in painting.&lt;br /&gt;That moment is still very much with us. Nowhere has it been more evident than in two recent exhibitions, both in Los Angeles: Jack Goldstein: Paintings from the 1980s, organized by Julie Joyce at the Luckman Gallery, California State University Los Angeles, and The Undiscovered Country, organized by Russell Ferguson for the Hammer Museum at UCLA. To be clear, neither of these was an exhibition about the death of painting or a crisis in painting, but both shows resonated withand showed the reverberations ofthe discourse of paintings implied death or crisis. Initiating a wave of interest that has only accelerated since his suicide in 2003, Goldsteinwho stopped making work and disappeared from the art scene in the early ninetiesresurfaced in the new millennium, exhibiting some of his work through Brian Butler at 1301PE Gallery in Los Angeles. The 2002 exhibition of his paintings at CSULA was a punctuating momentan incredible visual postscript to the writings of Crimp and Lawson. In that show, one could see that Goldsteins paintings did what Crimp wanted art to do, pulled off what Lawson believed painting could pull off and, equally important, they looked like they could have been made yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone quibbles about inclusions in group exhibitionsand everyone did so regarding The Undiscovered Countrybut Goldstein was the only painter I thought really was missing. A strange echo of New Image Painting, the exhibition explored representational painting from the 60s onward and specifically tried to address paintings place in a post-photographic, post-abstract field, thus inevitably rubbing against some of the anxieties involved in the death of painting discourse. It brought together works from the likes of John Baldessari, Vija Celmins, Philip Guston, Neil Jenny, Gerhard Richter, Richard Hamilton, Thomas Lawson and Richard Princeall artists who through their work and painted representations have dealt, in different ways, with questions about what painting should and could dohung with younger artists like Luc Tuymans, Enoc Perez, Kirsten Everberg and Laura Owens.&lt;br /&gt;Among the assorted possibilities it raised, the exhibition confirmed that (1) painting had been capable of what Crimp considered impossible well before he made such a declaration and that (2) in the wake of the surge from the seventies through the eightiesin what really is an older, ongoing discourse of the crisis of paintinga younger generation of painters has emerged bearing the mark of a climate informed by the likes of both Crimp, with his naysaying, and Lawson, with his strained boosterism.&lt;br /&gt;The product of this generation is that of artists who came of age amidst both the pressures and permissions imposed by the emergence and subsequent dominance of a culture of critique within the field of contemporary art. This critique, thrust negatively by Crimp and somewhat more positively by Lawson into the field of painting, yielded results, which are not all Lawsonesque in appearance. In fact, they reflect the full breadth of pluralism that has come to define contemporary painting, from the sort of edgy, painterly representation exemplified by Tomory Dodge to the odd mlange of style and reference offered by the likes of Anton Henning and Richard Hawkins; from the self-conscious and self-effacing abstraction of Pia Fries to the color-field graffiti of Katharina Grosse and the new-and-improved Neo-expressionism of Cecily Brown; from the hyper-fauvism of Daniel Richter to the recent, quasi-abstract text paintings of Monique Prieto. As David Joselit, riffing on the sentiment of Yve-Alain Bois 1986 essay Painting: The Task of Mourning, commented in a roundtable on paintings death published in Artforums March 2003 issue, the death of painting might more have been a case of the end of one game of painting, played by specific rules, and the emergence of a new game of painting with new rules. These artists indeed seem to be working with an awareness of a changed or changing set of rules of the game.&lt;br /&gt;As Crimp wrote of the term postmodernism in Pictures, to be meaningful the term needs to do more than signal chronology; it needs to signal a change. With such a demand for useful terminology in mind, it seems reasonable to refer to much of our current painting not in terms of post-death or post-crisis but, in consideration of the influence it shows and the role it assumes via such varied forms, as post-critique.&lt;br /&gt;By Christopher Miles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-2210824306050503345?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/2210824306050503345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=2210824306050503345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/2210824306050503345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/2210824306050503345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/found-critque-2.html' title='found critque #2'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-546936187615580660</id><published>2008-06-12T19:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:31:08.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>found critque #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2JCKPC4btA/SFHYixTrH7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-4fkcXPgAA/s1600-h/Death%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2JCKPC4btA/SFHYixTrH7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-4fkcXPgAA/s200/Death%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211184335707381682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT has a really flat, tempera kind of feel. I would suggest when "speed painting" to block out the form in your darkest color, and build it up by painting light shapes (or doing the reverse... block it in lightest value, build up shadow shapes.)If you feel you are losing track of foreshortened portions or shapes, get a new layer up for some quick finding lines.I'm not sure what brush you are using, but it is making it look like finger painting.That orange slit doesn't do anything for the painting. Is it supposed to be the stand-by "squinty eye of doom?" I would recommend reaching deeper and finding an idea for a brilliant eye that invokes "death" rather than "Spawn" (like the comic book.)The "eye" is also in a spot where it doesn't seem to correspond to a face... if feels more like a visor or something.But I think the biggest thing is to gesture out the painting, block in your lights and darks based on a pre-conceived light source, and let the painting find detail when you feel the values actually read as rough volumes.Oh, and, as far as I handle digital painting, which I admit I am still working out my style, I tend to want start with darks and paint in lights with opaque medium, and the opposite for translucent medium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-546936187615580660?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/546936187615580660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=546936187615580660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/546936187615580660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/546936187615580660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/found-critque-1.html' title='found critque #1'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2JCKPC4btA/SFHYixTrH7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-4fkcXPgAA/s72-c/Death%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-6075836129661094390</id><published>2008-06-12T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:13:56.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Websites</title><content type='html'>Websites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shockjournal.com/"&gt;www.shockjournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toeflaccess.com/"&gt;www.toeflaccess.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.lifesciences.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scoop.com/"&gt;www.scoop.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tooshocking.com/"&gt;www.tooshocking.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chron.com/"&gt;www.chron.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conceptart.org/"&gt;http://www.conceptart.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shocksocieties.com/"&gt;www.shocksocieties.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merck.com/"&gt;www.merck.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.associated content.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-6075836129661094390?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/6075836129661094390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=6075836129661094390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6075836129661094390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6075836129661094390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/websites.html' title='Websites'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-4831816911946714053</id><published>2008-06-12T19:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:12:55.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more excerpts</title><content type='html'>“&lt;a href="http://moviedost.com/movie-quote/michael-corleone-italian-poli-from-the-godfather-part-iii"&gt;Michael Corleone: Italian politics have had these men for centuries. They are the true Mafia.&lt;/a&gt;”- the godfather II&lt;br /&gt;       “I’m sick,  I have leukemia”- A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a href="http://moviedost.com/movie-quote/forrest-gump-one-day-it-start-from-forrest-gump"&gt;Forrest Gump: One day it started raining, and it didn`t quit for four months. We been through every kind of rain there is. Little bitty stingin` rain... and big ol` fat rain. Rain that flew in sideways. And sometimes rain even seemed to come straight up from underneath. &lt;/a&gt;– Forest Gump&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4831816911946714053?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4831816911946714053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4831816911946714053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4831816911946714053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4831816911946714053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-excerpts_12.html' title='more excerpts'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-5410679004083778035</id><published>2008-06-12T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:12:26.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more excerpts</title><content type='html'>“&lt;a href="http://moviedost.com/movie-quote/jason-bourne-i-remember-i-re-from-the-bourne-ultimatum"&gt;Jason Bourne: I remember. I remember everything. I`m no longer Jason Bourne.Dr. Albert Hirsch: So now you`re going to kill me.Jason Bourne: No. You don`t deserve the star they give you on the wall at Langley. &lt;/a&gt;“- The Bourne Ultimatum&lt;br /&gt;       “ &lt;a href="http://moviedost.com/movie-quote/kirill-you-told-me-i-had-one-from-the-bourne-supremacy"&gt;Kirill: You told me I had one month off.Gretkov: You told me Jason Bourne was dead.”- The Bourne Supremacy  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       “&lt;a href="http://moviedost.com/movie-quote/jason-bourne-i-dont-want-to-from-the-bourne-identity"&gt;Jason Bourne: I don`t want to do this anymore.Conklin: I don`t think that`s a decision you can make.Jason Bourne: Jason Bourne is dead, you hear me? He drowned two weeks ago. You`re gonna go tell `em that Jason Bourne is dead, you understand?Conklin: Where are you gonna go?Jason Bourne: I swear to God, if I even feel somebody behind me, there is no measure to how fast and how hard I will bring this fight to your doorstep. I`m on my own side now. &lt;/a&gt;“– The Bourne Identity&lt;br /&gt;       “Ian Wyndham: I adore you.Samantha Andrews: I don`t want to be adored, I want to be loved.Samantha Andrews: I can`t do this anymore.” – If Only&lt;br /&gt;       “&lt;a href="http://moviedost.com/movie-quote/ian-wyndham-i-love-you-sama-from-if-only"&gt;Ian Wyndham: I Love you.Samantha Andrews: Ooh I Love you too.Ian Wyndham: I wanna tell you why I love you.Samantha Andrews: It`s... It`s raining, you know that right.Ian Wyndham: I have to tell you this and you need to hear it. I loved you since I met you, but I wouldn`t allow myself to truly feel it until today. I was always thinking ahead, making decisions soaked with fear... Today, because of you... what I learned from you; every choice I made was different and my life has completely changed... and I`ve learned that if you do that, then you`re living your life fully... it doesn`t matter if you have five minutes or fifty years. Samantha if not for today, if not for you I would never have known love at all... So thank you for being the person who taught me to love... and to be love.Samantha Andrews: I don`t know what to say.Ian Wyndham: You don`t have to say anything... I just wanted to tell you. &lt;/a&gt;“ – If Only&lt;br /&gt;       “Ethan Hunt: We`ve got 19 hours and 57 minutes. I`ll get Bellerophon into your system by then. Just stay alive. I`m not going to lose you. “- Mission Imposible II&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-5410679004083778035?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/5410679004083778035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=5410679004083778035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/5410679004083778035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/5410679004083778035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-excerpts.html' title='more excerpts'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-1716220263878746983</id><published>2008-06-12T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:11:58.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>excerpts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/truth_makes_many_appeals-not_the_least_of_which/255774.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Truth makes many appeals, not the least of which is its power to shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;”- Jules Renard&lt;br /&gt;       “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/disenchantment-whether_it_is_a_minor/330193.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Disenchantment, whether it is a minor disappointment or a major shock, is the signal that things are moving into transition in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;”- William Bridges&lt;br /&gt;       “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/no_experience_is_a_cause_of_success_or_failure-we/154583.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No experience is a cause of success or failure. We do not suffer from the shock of our experiences so-called trauma - but we make out of them just what suits our purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;”- Alfred Adler&lt;br /&gt;      “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/no_matter_how_hard_we_try_words_simply_cannot/329931.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No matter how hard we try words simply cannot express the horror, the shock, and the revulsion we all feel over what took place in this nation on Tuesday morning. September 11 will go down in our history as a day to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;”- Billy Graham&lt;br /&gt;      “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/the_shock_of_discovering_that_most_of_the_power/332255.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The shock of discovering that most of the power in the world is held by ignorant and greedy people can really bum you out at first; but after you've lived with it a few decades, it becomes, like cancer and other plagues, just another problem that we will solve eventually if we keep working at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;”- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/robert_anton_wilson/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Robert Anton Wilson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;      “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/when_we_forgive_evil_we_do_not_excuse_it-we_do/214402.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we forgive evil we do not excuse it, we do not tolerate it, we do not smother it. We look the evil full in the face, call it what it is, let its horror shock and stun and enrage us, and only then do we forgive it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;”- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/lewis_b._smedes/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lewis B. Smedes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-1716220263878746983?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/1716220263878746983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=1716220263878746983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/1716220263878746983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/1716220263878746983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/excerpts.html' title='excerpts'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-5813695924720740734</id><published>2008-06-12T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:10:52.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song lyrics</title><content type='html'>Never Again by Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's drunk again, it's time to fight She must have done something wrong tonight The living room becomes a boxing ring He's time to run when you see him Coming licking his hands She's just a woman Never Again I hear a scream, from down the hall Amazing she can even talk at all She cries to me, Go back to bed I'm terrified, She'll wind up Dead In his hands, She's just a woman Never Again Been there before, but not like this Seen it before, but not like this Never before have I have Seen him this bad She's just a woman Never Again Just tell the nurse, you slipped and fell It starts to sting as it starts to swell She looks at you, she wants the truth It's right out there in the waiting room With those hands Lookin just as sweet as he can Never Again Seen it before, but not like this Been there before, but not like this Never before have I have Seen him this bad She's just a woman Never Again Father's a name you haven't earned yet You're just a child with a temper Haven't you heard "Don't hit a lady"? Kickin' your ass would be a pleasure He's drunk again, it's time to fight Same old shit, just on a different night She grabs the gun, she's had enough Tonight she'll find out how fucking Tough is this man Pulls the trigger just as fast as she can Never Again Seen it before, but not like this Been there before, but not like this Never before have I have Seen him this bad She's just a woman Never Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should’ve Listened by Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's clothes all over the floorI don't remember them being here beforeSmell of perfume isn't here, why's lipstick on the mirror?And still I don't understandNo pictures left in the hall, there's three new holes in my wallWhere the hells my credit cards, why's my wallet in the yardAnd still I don't understandWell now I guess I should've listenedWhen you said you'd had enoughA little trick I picked up from my fatherIn one ear and out the other, whys love gotta be so tough?Should see the look on my face, my shit's all over the placeWhy's this happening to me, why'd you take both sets of keys?And still I don't understandWell now I guess I should've listenedWhen you said you'd had enoughA little trick I picked up from my fatherIn one ear and out the other, Whys love gotta be so tough?Well now I guess I should've listenedThere's clothes all over my floorI don't remember them being here beforeThere are no candles in here, lipstick still on my mirror?And still I don't understandNow I guess I should've listenedWhen you said you'd had enoughA little trick I picked up from my fatherIn one ear and out the other, why must life be so tough?Well now I guess I should've listenedWhen you said you'd had enoughA little trick I picked up from my fatherIn one ear and out the other, whys love gotta be so tough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-5813695924720740734?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/5813695924720740734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=5813695924720740734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/5813695924720740734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/5813695924720740734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/song-lyrics.html' title='song lyrics'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-1183593492088542815</id><published>2008-06-11T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:20:03.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Stone disobedient children" (Deuteronomy 21:18-21)- The Bible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-1183593492088542815?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/1183593492088542815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=1183593492088542815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/1183593492088542815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/1183593492088542815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/stone-disobedient-children-deuteronomy.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-8997715600385519448</id><published>2008-06-11T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:18:33.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“I understand there are 10,000 people dead. It’s terrible. It’s tragic. But in a democracy of 300 million people, over years and years and years, these things happen.” –GOP strategist Jack Burkman, on MSNBC’s “Connected,” Sept. 7, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-8997715600385519448?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/8997715600385519448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=8997715600385519448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/8997715600385519448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/8997715600385519448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-understand-there-are-10000-people.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-3697584705702582194</id><published>2008-06-11T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:18:16.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“It’s totally wiped out. … It’s devastating, it’s got to be doubly devastating on the ground.” –President Bush, turning to his aides while surveying Hurricane Katrina flood damage from Air Force One, Aug. 31, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-3697584705702582194?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/3697584705702582194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=3697584705702582194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/3697584705702582194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/3697584705702582194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-totally-wiped-out.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-8250636470419780508</id><published>2008-06-11T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:14:37.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>by Dave Batista "unleashed" published in 2007</title><content type='html'>"Now, don't get me wrong, my ex-wife is the love of my life and I would never knowingly hurt her. However, while I was busting my butt on the road like a dog, she would sit around the house and do nothing. I mean, yeah, she had cancer, but she couldn't vacuum? And since the chemo made her "not in the mood", I had no choice but to have threesomes on the road. I mean, she's talented and I hated to see her waste her life like that when she could be a dancer, or maybe a nurse. But she's not a bad person and I take full responsibility for my actions, even though it was her fault."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-8250636470419780508?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/8250636470419780508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=8250636470419780508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/8250636470419780508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/8250636470419780508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/by-dave-batista-unleashed-published-in.html' title='by Dave Batista &quot;unleashed&quot; published in 2007'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-1791922981170257870</id><published>2008-06-11T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:09:17.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ted Koppel, March 11, 2007on “Meet the Press.”</title><content type='html'>"that war was going on, and has been going on for the past 24 years. We just didn’t connect the dots."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-1791922981170257870?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/1791922981170257870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=1791922981170257870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/1791922981170257870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/1791922981170257870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/ted-koppel.html' title='Ted Koppel, March 11, 2007on “Meet the Press.”'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-2546790063411438350</id><published>2008-06-11T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:03:50.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie Marvingt, The Air Ambulance by by Emile Friant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ctie.monash.edu.au/hargrave/images/marvingt_red+_detail_350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.ctie.monash.edu.au/hargrave/images/marvingt_red+_detail_350.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-2546790063411438350?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/2546790063411438350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=2546790063411438350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/2546790063411438350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/2546790063411438350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/marie-marvingt-la-fiance-du-danger.html' title='Marie Marvingt, The Air Ambulance by by Emile Friant'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-7670502190911240864</id><published>2008-06-11T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:00:13.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Wounded by JOHN LAVERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.world-war-pictures.com/images/war-artists/john-lavery-london-hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.world-war-pictures.com/images/war-artists/john-lavery-london-hospital.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-7670502190911240864?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/7670502190911240864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=7670502190911240864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/7670502190911240864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/7670502190911240864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-wounded-by-john-lavery.html' title='The First Wounded by JOHN LAVERY'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-7981813411941721348</id><published>2008-06-11T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:58:52.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the crying boys curse artist Bragolin alias Bruno Amadio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/553/scarfboycy7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/553/scarfboycy7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-7981813411941721348?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/7981813411941721348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=7981813411941721348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/7981813411941721348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/7981813411941721348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/crying-boys-curse-artist-unknown.html' title='the crying boys curse artist Bragolin alias Bruno Amadio'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-6236507243705838523</id><published>2008-06-11T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:52:57.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.britannica.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/housatonic-railroad-train-wreck-crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.britannica.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/housatonic-railroad-train-wreck-crash.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-6236507243705838523?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/6236507243705838523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=6236507243705838523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6236507243705838523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6236507243705838523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-4882837678951047976</id><published>2008-06-11T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:46:40.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crash artist unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.area-56.de/pics/speedpaints/sp_0506_crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.area-56.de/pics/speedpaints/sp_0506_crash.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4882837678951047976?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4882837678951047976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4882837678951047976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4882837678951047976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4882837678951047976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/crash-artist-unknown.html' title='crash artist unknown'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-3052343604986955583</id><published>2008-06-11T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:45:09.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings of the Road by Max Jacquiard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.maxjacquiard.com/images/2006kingsofroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.maxjacquiard.com/images/2006kingsofroad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-3052343604986955583?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/3052343604986955583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=3052343604986955583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/3052343604986955583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/3052343604986955583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/kings-of-road-by-max-jacquiard.html' title='Kings of the Road by Max Jacquiard'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-4753722546742782879</id><published>2008-06-11T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:40:23.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Migrant Mother pic of Dorothea Lange, photographer unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dl.ket.org/humanities/gallery/images/lange_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.dl.ket.org/humanities/gallery/images/lange_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4753722546742782879?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4753722546742782879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4753722546742782879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4753722546742782879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4753722546742782879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/migrant-mother-pic-of-dorothea-lange.html' title='Migrant Mother pic of Dorothea Lange, photographer unknown'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-4880694618574885695</id><published>2008-06-11T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:35:01.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>located in museum of modern art (artist-       • Max Beckmann )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cultura.terra.es/addon/img/cac/arte/12240b3beckmann8g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cultura.terra.es/addon/img/cac/arte/12240b3beckmann8g.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4880694618574885695?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4880694618574885695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4880694618574885695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4880694618574885695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4880694618574885695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/located-in-museum-of-modern-art-artist.html' title='located in museum of modern art (artist-       • Max Beckmann )'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-365698075759546435</id><published>2008-06-11T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:32:02.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Katrina's Wake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ngb.army.mil/resources/photo_gallery/heritage/images/BC_Naval_Air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.the-art-of-steve-dent.co.uk/picts/mine%20disaster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-1186882632405908841?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/1186882632405908841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=1186882632405908841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/1186882632405908841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/1186882632405908841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/fading-hope-mouse-hill-pit-disaster.html' title='Fading Hope - Mouse Hill Pit Disaster 1872 by: Steve Dent'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-1945060597649942179</id><published>2008-06-07T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:17:16.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/12/crash_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/12/crash_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-1945060597649942179?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/1945060597649942179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=1945060597649942179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/1945060597649942179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/1945060597649942179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-6949496877929544003</id><published>2008-06-07T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:12:19.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is Laid in the Tomb artist unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ww1.prweb.com/prfiles/2005/04/27/234099/14deposition5x572dpi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://ww1.prweb.com/prfiles/2005/04/27/234099/14deposition5x572dpi.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-6949496877929544003?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/6949496877929544003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=6949496877929544003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6949496877929544003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6949496877929544003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/jesus-is-laid-in-tomb-artist-unknown.html' title='Jesus is Laid in the Tomb artist unknown'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-6425719602849417704</id><published>2008-06-07T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:07:08.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House, Brush Fire by Diane Barber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/43/121898535_9a41edbda3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/43/121898535_9a41edbda3.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-6425719602849417704?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/6425719602849417704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=6425719602849417704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6425719602849417704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6425719602849417704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/house-brush-fire-by-diane-barber.html' title='House, Brush Fire by Diane Barber'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-314203276244827367</id><published>2008-06-07T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:02:38.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>painting by J C Stanland titled 'Saved At Last'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/3142852.jpg?v=1&amp;c=ViewImages&amp;k=2&amp;d=34F6DC9BDA297B9ECCD8F458FC369BF7A55A1E4F32AD3138"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/3142852.jpg?v=1&amp;c=ViewImages&amp;k=2&amp;d=34F6DC9BDA297B9ECCD8F458FC369BF7A55A1E4F32AD3138" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-314203276244827367?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/314203276244827367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=314203276244827367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/314203276244827367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/314203276244827367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/06/painting-by-j-c-stanland-titled-saved.html' title='painting by J C Stanland titled &apos;Saved At Last&apos;'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-8527546437058617714</id><published>2008-06-07T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:59:58.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ballad of John Silver by John Masefield</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.illuseum.com/atlantis/images/ships-burn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Just my parents," I say. "I want to sue them for the rights to my own body."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-6994647481380259961?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/6994647481380259961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=6994647481380259961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6994647481380259961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6994647481380259961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sisters-keeper.html' title='my sisters 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/&gt;To what they say&lt;br /&gt;How could you take something so beautiful away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gave you the right on that short summers night&lt;br /&gt;To take away such an innocent life&lt;br /&gt;Spinning out of control&lt;br /&gt;Into the river you go&lt;br /&gt;A few drinks don’t seem like much,&lt;br /&gt;But it leads to another teenage tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at school the halls are quiet,&lt;br /&gt;The air is heavy with emotion&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is thinking the same thing&lt;br /&gt;It hard to believe that this wasn’t just another bad dream&lt;br /&gt;But realizing its reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren’t supposed to be drinkin’&lt;br /&gt;Let alone the drivin’&lt;br /&gt;Now what can you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing cause you took them all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gave you the right on that short summers night&lt;br /&gt;To take away such an innocent life&lt;br /&gt;Spinning out of control&lt;br /&gt;Into the river you go&lt;br /&gt;A few drinks don’t seem like much,&lt;br /&gt;But it leads to another teenage tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you walk away&lt;br /&gt;you just turn your back on everything&lt;br /&gt;Sorry doesnt make up for the classic lines that you trying to find&lt;br /&gt;Not even showing simplathy&lt;br /&gt;Not even a concern&lt;br /&gt;No we never learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gave you the right on that short summers night&lt;br /&gt;To take away such an inncoent life&lt;br /&gt;Spinning out of control&lt;br /&gt;Into the river you go&lt;br /&gt;A few drinks dont seem lik much&lt;br /&gt;But it leads to another teenage tragedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-5271699405533974142?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/5271699405533974142/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-7961688468636924114</id><published>2008-05-23T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:59:25.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Wilde shock quote</title><content type='html'>"To get into the best society nowadays, one has either to feed people, amuse people, or shock people"- Oscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-7961688468636924114?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/7961688468636924114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=7961688468636924114' title='0 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href="http://blog.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/graphics/lottie_sleigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://blog.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/graphics/lottie_sleigh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-6129474898068132243?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/6129474898068132243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=6129474898068132243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6129474898068132243'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/olmedia/1950000/images/_1953425_columbine_300ap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4639013324530523594?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4639013324530523594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4639013324530523594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4639013324530523594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4639013324530523594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-8087684927363809372</id><published>2008-04-14T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:09:56.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nyym.org/art/cell0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.nyym.org/art/cell0705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wrists are very large, so these small hand cuffs slowly are cutting off my circulation. I stand here waiting to be left to my fate for the next five to ten years. The police officer jingles his keys in search of the one that will open up my new home, my jail cell. This is my first time ever living in a cell, all because of one mistake. I’m standing here with my classic orange prisoner jumpsuit on staring into my cell. The smell is extremely rancid, almost too bad to describe. I look between the steel bars which will soon conceal me within that 6x4ft area. I see a basic unmade bed, a sink and shelve, and other numerous odds and ends which lay in the floor.  There had been a shortage of cells but recently this one opened up because its prior occupant died and it seems it is still just the way he left it.&lt;br /&gt;I was left to this fate by the verdict of my trial just 2 weeks ago. But It all began 3 weeks ago. I was sitting in the car with my buddy Steve, near our neighborhood in New York and then suddenly Steve told me the real reason he had practically begged me to come on this drive with him. He had, had some real issues with a fellow neighbor of ours and decided he was going to “take care of him”. He shot him right then and there in the head, just because of some silly arguments. Steve had been my buddy since pre-school so I had to help cover for his small mistake. We threw that body in the river in hopes it would never be discovered because the murdered man had no friends or family who would come looking for him. But just our luck three days later he was found behind that dumpster with mine and Steve’s fingerprints on him.&lt;br /&gt;Now I stand here, in shock because a simple act of friendship destroyed my life. I would not wish this experience on anyone, not even my worst enemy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-8087684927363809372?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/8087684927363809372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=8087684927363809372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/8087684927363809372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/8087684927363809372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-5149721936782347117</id><published>2008-04-14T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:56:07.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fenceline Fire, by Louis Copt (2006) (oil)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kgs.ku.edu/Publications/OFR/2006/OFR06_11/gifs/fig7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.kgs.ku.edu/Publications/OFR/2006/OFR06_11/gifs/fig7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-5149721936782347117?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/5149721936782347117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=5149721936782347117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/5149721936782347117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/5149721936782347117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/04/fenceline-fire-by-louis-copt-2006-oil.html' title='Fenceline Fire, by Louis Copt (2006) (oil)'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-8528928448944902161</id><published>2008-04-14T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:43:29.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado Over Kansas, by J. Steuart Curry (1929) (oil)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kgs.ku.edu/Publications/OFR/2006/OFR06_11/gifs/fig1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.kgs.ku.edu/Publications/OFR/2006/OFR06_11/gifs/fig1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Thirty minutes ago I was sitting in the living room playing with my doll Molly. My Papa was outside working at the farm and my Mama was in the kitchen.  Me and Molly were watching my brothers Timmy and Johnny playing a long game of checkers, when all the sudden it happened. It was so unexpected we were just watching them play and waiting for dinner to be finished then we heard it.&lt;br /&gt;It was a siren that wailed so excruciatingly loud it felt like it burst my ear drums. This particular siren is one the one that now we ever wants to hear. It meant it was coming. Something was coming. The wind against my family’s house began to hit it with intense forces which caused a thunderous noise. I suddenly heard my father’s boots squishing in the thick mud. He was sprinting to the door to herd us into the storm cellar. My Mama deserted the food cooking on the stove and grabbed Jill, my baby sister. Timmy and Johnny’s faces were overcome with a white color and a panic look overtook any previous expression. They knew the answer to the one question I wanted to ask, what was happening? My brothers snatched up our two cats and directed Grits, our dog, outside. My Papa tugged my arm to lead me outside along with the rest of the family who was following.&lt;br /&gt;I look up for that one spilt second at the sky. All I see is thick, foggy black clouds which now are dominating the sky and in the distance I saw a swirl of gray wind. It looked like a funnel moving tightly at the ground. High up in the sky it was wide and gradually decreased in size as it reached the distant ground. I heard Timmy yell “Daddy it’s a twister it’s a twister!!” So I then figured out that this twirling shape was called a twister.&lt;br /&gt;My Papa began to throw us all in the storm cellar and I grew greatly with fear. This was something so unexpected to happen; I had never even been in the storm cellar for a long time before. On occasion I had put some caned food down there quickly as my mama had instructed me to do. But I had never been down in that small contained area within the ground for more than a few minutes. Now I’m not sure what is going to happen. Everyone seems so frightened and I feel as if I should be too but more than frightened I am confused. I just don’t under stand what is happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-8528928448944902161?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/8528928448944902161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=8528928448944902161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/8528928448944902161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/8528928448944902161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/04/tornado-over-kansas-by-j-steuart-curry.html' title='Tornado Over Kansas, by J. Steuart Curry (1929) (oil)'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-2361785873155976225</id><published>2008-04-14T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:34:03.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My topic is shock and im having a hard time thinking of a community project so, so far i havent decided on what i'm doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-2361785873155976225?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/2361785873155976225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=2361785873155976225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/2361785873155976225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/2361785873155976225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-topic-is-shock-and-im-having-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-2928970795912849762</id><published>2008-04-14T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:32:48.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paradox about me</title><content type='html'>I'm outgoing,&lt;br /&gt;But i'm shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smart,&lt;br /&gt;But i have no common sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to work hard,&lt;br /&gt;But i hate hard work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love snow,&lt;br /&gt;But i hate the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to save money,&lt;br /&gt;But i always spend money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to be heard,&lt;br /&gt;But i don't like being the only one heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fun to be with,&lt;br /&gt;But also boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm athletic,&lt;br /&gt;But clumsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my brothers,&lt;br /&gt;But i hate them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy,&lt;br /&gt;But not insane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-2928970795912849762?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/2928970795912849762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=2928970795912849762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/2928970795912849762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/2928970795912849762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/04/paradox-about-me.html' title='paradox about me'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-1780541646974425110</id><published>2008-04-08T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:41:20.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>narraitve #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2007/09/12/groundzerounderworld460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2007/09/12/groundzerounderworld460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a short time ago I was fighting flames bigger than my entire house. I have fought my way through the ciaos, in search for lost bodies of possible trapped survivors. Every bone and muscle in my body aches and I feel as if I have no more energy left to give. Yet I know that what I have done today was what I was born to do. I have found a total of 17 people, I have saved 17 lives. As I look at them I realize, all of these people are just ordinary people, the man next door, the lost little girl, crazy teenager, the soccer mom, the list just goes on and on. And now I stand here in awe of what I have just witnesses, a true act of terrorism. The state of New York has become a major victim and its residents are in a panic.&lt;br /&gt;The air is thick and smoky causing me to gasp for each breath. The atmosphere around me is sweltering, feeling as if it is almost burning my skin off my body. My heavy fireman’s pants flow around my legs and my simple Hanes cotton, navy blue T-shirt covers my upper body. This clothing has not protected my skin from the sticky, dried blanket of dirt covering me now. Cool sweat trickles down my body as the heat increases. Tears stream down my face as a stare out at what used to be the Twin Towers of New York City. My rusting black helmet had become weighty on my head. There is the symbol of American tilted upon my helmet, a miniature American Flag. The flag is brand new, and clean with bright patriotic colors to stand out in this mess. Around my bulky boots lie aimless pieces of debris. As I walk I hear the crunching sound of the debris breaking. There is card board, metal, plastic, any substance which can be imagined. It piles up to my knees causing a handicap when I attempt to walk. I hear rescue helicopters flying high above my head in search for more victims.&lt;br /&gt;Some buildings around are still crumbling. What was yesterday, a building’s a window, doors or walls, is now covering the pavement like a blanket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-1780541646974425110?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/1780541646974425110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=1780541646974425110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/1780541646974425110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/1780541646974425110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='narraitve #3'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-2737833197184047836</id><published>2008-03-11T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:14:34.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Funeral Procession" - T. Coleman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lowcostprints.com/pictures/prod/funeralproc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://www.lowcostprints.com/pictures/prod/funeralproc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet march slowly and heads directed to the ground. Not much sound is heard except the soft noise of footsteps and subtle music playing by the band far ahead. The traffic of people moves slowly and respectfully along the path between the masses of bushes.  Everyone seems to be here today, families of all generations. As the water is pummeling from the sky no one seems to be affected, possibly because the same substance is pouring from their eyes.&lt;br /&gt; I’m here, raised above a cluster of bodies, shielding some from the down pour.  The women’s heads are wrapped in cloths and their bodies are covered with respectful dresses. The men present themselves in clean cut suits and lead their wives and children along this procession.&lt;br /&gt;These followers all belong to an African American neighbor hood and are following their recently deceased mayor to his grave. Just a few short days sooner he had been shot by an enemy and killed.&lt;br /&gt; All civilians have taken this situation in a different way. The children, confused as they are, stare at and kick up small portions of dirt with their feet. Their thoughts are of games they will play later and they try to figure out why their parents have become so upset. The women are comforted by their husbands and walk with collections of flowers. The faint scent of the fresh cut flowers flows throughout the air as each bundle of flowers travels toward the casket. The men attempt to be strong but secretly are hurting inside.&lt;br /&gt;Particularly I am covering a husband and wife whom are using me for protection. The man is griping tightly to my handle and each time his wife squeezes his hand he squeezes my handle to find his own strength. The couple seems to be devastated, more than others. We follow the crowd for many hours and the couple expresses their sorrow and pays their respects later on. The questions of what is going to happen after today are pondered by everyone after the services are over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-2737833197184047836?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/2737833197184047836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=2737833197184047836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/2737833197184047836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/2737833197184047836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/03/funeral-procession-t-coleman.html' title='&quot;Funeral Procession&quot; - T. Coleman'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-7306150831650733721</id><published>2008-03-11T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:52:36.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Singer Sargent's  “Gassed”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rnib.org.uk/xpedio/groups/public/documents/publicwebsite/public_public_annu92-93-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.rnib.org.uk/xpedio/groups/public/documents/publicwebsite/public_public_annu92-93-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-7306150831650733721?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/7306150831650733721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=7306150831650733721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/7306150831650733721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/7306150831650733721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/03/john-singer-sargents-gassed.html' title='John Singer Sargent&apos;s  “Gassed”'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-4847774216477398991</id><published>2008-03-11T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:50:37.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Witch Hill"- Thomas Slatterwhite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.iath.virginia.edu/salem/images/noblemartyr1.jpg "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.iath.virginia.edu/salem/images/noblemartyr1.jpg " border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4847774216477398991?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4847774216477398991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4847774216477398991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4847774216477398991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4847774216477398991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/03/witch-hill-thomas-slatterwhite.html' title='&quot;Witch Hill&quot;- Thomas Slatterwhite'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-3509768597450643119</id><published>2008-03-11T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:49:30.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Huguenot Lovers on St. Bartholomew's Day"- John Everett Millais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.powellhistory.com/art/Painting/Huguenot_Lovers_on_St.Bartholomeuw's_Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.powellhistory.com/art/Painting/Huguenot_Lovers_on_St.Bartholomeuw's_Day.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-3509768597450643119?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/3509768597450643119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=3509768597450643119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/3509768597450643119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/3509768597450643119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/03/huguenot-lovers-on-st-bartholomews-day.html' title='&quot;Huguenot Lovers on St. Bartholomew&apos;s Day&quot;- John Everett Millais'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-4287652222165261380</id><published>2008-03-11T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:47:42.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>title unknown- Edgar Arceneaux: 1968</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://laxart.org/images/2006/03_04/arceneaux/arceneaux_detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://laxart.org/images/2006/03_04/arceneaux/arceneaux_detail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4287652222165261380?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4287652222165261380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4287652222165261380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4287652222165261380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4287652222165261380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/03/title-unknown-edgar-arceneaux-1968.html' title='title unknown- Edgar Arceneaux: 1968'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-5046871799644269187</id><published>2008-03-11T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:46:13.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kshs.org/cool2/graphics/kkk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.kshs.org/cool2/graphics/kkk1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nuspel.org/holo7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.nuspel.org/holo7.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/exhibitions/rebels_martyrs/slideshow/img/w29.jpg "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/exhibitions/rebels_martyrs/slideshow/img/w29.jpg " border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2007/09/12/groundzerounderworld460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2007/09/12/groundzerounderworld460.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.punchingstotheface.com/img/before%20the%20bang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.punchingstotheface.com/img/before%20the%20bang.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-5046871799644269187?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/5046871799644269187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=5046871799644269187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/5046871799644269187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/5046871799644269187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_888.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-3162124148659976333</id><published>2008-03-11T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:00:56.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Murder of Julian Cesar”- Irina Gornostaeva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://oil-paintingartist.com/other/murder_julian_cesar_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://oil-paintingartist.com/other/murder_julian_cesar_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece of artwork, “Murder of Julius Caesar” was created intricately by &lt;a href="http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/03/murder-of-julian-cesar-irina.html"&gt; Irina Gornostaeva&lt;/a&gt;. Gornostaeva is a Russian oil painting artist and this particular painting was created using Gornostaeva’s traditional oils on canvas. It is a small diploma work but its size does not decline its value. The artist is a realistic painter so this, along with her other works of art is realistic painting.&lt;br /&gt;This painting’s focal point is the many men which surround and seem to be running towards Julius Caesar who is in the middle of all of the men. The men are clothed in white, cream colored togas. These togas have a reed stripe for a trim long the bottom and arm holes. They are all raising their arms and making a fist in the direction of Caesar. To add emphasis and to identify Caesar he is dressed in the vibrant colors of lemon yellow and blood red. He is sprawled across the steps with his arm raised as if to protect himself. One man in particular is leaning over Caesar, dagger in hand. Above all characters seems to be an illuminating light which shines brightly across the tiled floor. It adds a glow to the pattern of the floor with is circles of coral and light yellow, which ironically somewhat match Caesar’s outfit. A large white monument behind all the characters which has roman numerals on its side and the feet of a statue are shown all though the rest of the statue is cut off. In the background there are numerous paintings and carvings on the wall, which are traditional for Roman buildings. Faintly you can see the outside which seems to be a garden that is very peaceful and tranquil compared to the terrifying atmosphere inside the building.&lt;br /&gt;This composition conveys the historical story of the murder of Julius Caesar, which took place in the year 44BC in ancient Rome. The many men seem to be attacking Caesar and getting ready to kill him. Caesar is feeling the tension in the air and knows he is about to be killed. Men are coming at him with chairs, daggers, and even there own body, as a weapon, the end is near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-3162124148659976333?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/3162124148659976333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=3162124148659976333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/3162124148659976333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/3162124148659976333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/03/murder-of-julian-cesar-irina.html' title='“Murder of Julian Cesar”- Irina Gornostaeva'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-4659783290540640725</id><published>2008-03-11T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:37:51.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/ap/14e950fa-d500-44ab-90d5-922a22ace34b.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/ap/14e950fa-d500-44ab-90d5-922a22ace34b.widec.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4659783290540640725?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4659783290540640725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4659783290540640725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4659783290540640725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4659783290540640725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-6877982743725275304</id><published>2008-03-11T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:37:35.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaration</title><content type='html'>In life comes many twists and turns which can come as an enormous shock to many people. These shocks can be positive or negative but always greatly influence a person’s life. There are many different types of shock which are all interpreted in different ways by different types of people. Nicolas Cage once said “Shock is still fun. I won’t ever shut the door on it.” From this quote he seems to be one of the people who interprets the shocks in his life as a good thing and is always ready for the challenges which shocks can bring. Although him as a select person feels this way, most of the time shock comes as a negative surprise.&lt;br /&gt;           For most people things that shock them have really been around them for a while, the just never realized it. Once the truth is shown to a person it can come as an incredible shock. If all along a wife suspected that her husband may be having affair, and he finally admits to it, it should not come as an enormous shock, although it usually does. Jules Renard once said “Truth makes many appeals, not the least of which is its power to shock.” By having a sudden realization of the truth, great shock can be brought about.&lt;br /&gt;           Even the smallest things to some people can make the biggest difference to others. After some are thrown off with what is shocking to them they may feel confused and not know what to think about anything. An example of this is when a small child is shocked with the truth that Santa Claus is fictional. The child then feels like they don’t know what to believe after that. Something small such as that seems to be a big deal to a child because they have not experienced other types of shock. But, to leave the same confused impact on an adult, takes a much bigger shock, such as an unexpected death.&lt;br /&gt;In my own personal life I have undergone the experience of death, surprising success and many other shocking events, such as a surprise party, an unexpected grade, etc. Each shock affected me in a different way and to different extents. And I am aware that through out my life many more shocks will come upon me so all I can do is be alert, aware and ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-6877982743725275304?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/6877982743725275304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=6877982743725275304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6877982743725275304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/6877982743725275304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/03/declaration.html' title='Declaration'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-388973738156220576</id><published>2008-03-04T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:52:28.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glasgowmuseums.com/assets/slideShows/Poor%20Fauvette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.glasgowmuseums.com/assets/slideShows/Poor%20Fauvette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This young boy of only the age of nine, Jack Sticford has been deserted and left to die. He is now walking aimlessly throughout the fields of Africa. There is no life for miles except for the sparse, every now and then, animals which wander the area. Jack and his family came over from the United States of America. Because his parents were English missionaries and thought they could assist in the soling of problems in Africa. Because of their influence over people, a select group decided to torch the Sticford house, putting Jack’s parents and younger sister to death. Jack was left feeling hopeless, with no one to turn to. If he asked for help and told his story there is a chance he would also be killed. Since he is only nine he decided to walk back to his grandparents in the United States, thinking that it would not be very far. &lt;br /&gt;            Jack is huddled hugging his own shivering body. He has carried an empty potato sack which he found in his yard before his departure, and is now using it to smother his frail starving body for any possible warmth. The wind is sharply bighting his back causing him to shake. It is beginning to get dark and late so Jack has chosen this area for his nights rest, hoping if rain comes the thin tree above would protect him slightly. Jack has not eaten for 2 days now and wishes he had the courage and ability to kill an animal which passes by for food. The straw, sun burned grass will become his bed for the night and he hopes to begin on his journey the next day.&lt;br /&gt;             Jack’s only source of food was also this grass and whatever else he could find, and his only water was the small filled canteen he had brought along with him. After six days of living and walking under these conditions one night, while in his sleep Jack died of starvation and hypothermia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-388973738156220576?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/388973738156220576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=388973738156220576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/388973738156220576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/388973738156220576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-7378888067950023586</id><published>2008-03-04T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T08:17:27.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://faculty.evansville.edu/rl29/art105/img/goya_may3rd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://faculty.evansville.edu/rl29/art105/img/goya_may3rd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-7378888067950023586?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/7378888067950023586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=7378888067950023586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/7378888067950023586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/7378888067950023586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-4620617107274868465</id><published>2008-02-28T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:50:53.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eruption of Vesuvius" by Pierre-Jacques Volaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vesuvius.tomgidwitz.com/assets/images/108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.vesuvius.tomgidwitz.com/assets/images/108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piece “Eruption of Vesuvius” was painted by French artist Pierre-Jacques Voltaire. Voltaire’s painting was made in 1774 shortly after the 1774 volcanic eruption of Mount Vesuvius. It was painted using various oils which were then transferred and blended onto a panoramic canvas and resulted in this creation. “Eruption of Vesuvius” was produced in Italy, and was original made for the purpose of being hung with a corresponding painting of another volcanic scene.&lt;br /&gt;This composition contrasts the extreme volcanic eruption and in the distance displays the nearby Bay of Naples, and its tranquility. The volcanic eruption of Mount Vesuvius is the focal point of the composition which is highlighted by the variation of a blend of, glowing oranges and other warm colors. By the intensity and fullness of the ash and smoke being produced through the top of the volcano the array of the danger and importance of this event is conveyed. The oranged puffs of smoke run up from the volcano to the top of the painting and stretch across the sky. Juxtaposed to this cluster of smoke is the placid blue sky filled with distant white puffy clouds. Below these clouds lies a serene, shining body of water.  Along side the base of the volcano and stream of molten lava is many rock structures in earth tones. A subtle detail in the painting is the small, proportionate to volcano, silhouettes of people.&lt;br /&gt;In this scene the eruption of Mount Vesuvius is occurring and there are people running for their lives. Subtly it is shown that some of these people have linked arms to hold each other for safety and support. One may question why the artist decided to depict the scene from this point of view. Also it is wondered if the bolder rock is used to show separation between the calm and disastrous areas, or what its purpose is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-4620617107274868465?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/4620617107274868465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=4620617107274868465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4620617107274868465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/4620617107274868465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_28.html' title='&quot;Eruption of Vesuvius&quot; by Pierre-Jacques Volaire'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-3386071186246257284</id><published>2008-02-06T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:46:46.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Titanic" by Willy Stower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.visindavefur.hi.is/myndir/Stower_Titanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.visindavefur.hi.is/myndir/Stower_Titanic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “The Titanic” was painted shortly after the actual disaster of the RMS Titanic shockingly sinking. The painting was created by Willy Stöwer who was a well known artist in Germany throughout his life, (1864 – 1931). Stöwer mainly focused on maritime paintings including “The Titanic”, which prevailed the actual scene of the tragedy. After the RMS Titanic sank in 1912 this painting was created but it is unknown when exactly Stöwer formed this black and white realistic scene.&lt;br /&gt;Stöwer uses the blend of the black and white contrast to sharpen the pain of the painting. Also the black and white was smudged all around so the painting would actually look like the scene was full of confusion and not perfectly clear. In “The Titanic” the focal point is the ship sinking and the one life boat, which is shown larger than the others, and these focal points are emphasized by the deep dark shade of black, which causes them to stand out. The focal points also are surrounded by a thin layer of white color to help highlight them. All of the people in the water swimming for their lives shows how unprepared they must have been, which obviously means that this event came as a huge shock. Also the people in the life boats have their arms up and seem to be made and shouting to figure out the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Although the people in “The Titanic” can not be heard, most likely they are upset and shocked, which is shown by their facial expressions and body language. Here the RMS Titanic is sinking and everyone is scrambling to get to safely. But the ship and its crew were obviously very much unprepared. From looking at this painting one may wonder why the people are so blurry and hard to identfy. Also it may be questioned why the ice bergs are pictured so small and calm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-3386071186246257284?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/3386071186246257284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=3386071186246257284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/3386071186246257284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/3386071186246257284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='&quot;The Titanic&quot; by Willy Stower'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-8475369229979181459</id><published>2008-02-04T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T05:55:20.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The shock of a car accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e1/Car_crash_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e1/Car_crash_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As i began exporing to concept of shock i was thinking of what could come as a shock to people. So i found this picture to potray the shock of a sudden car accident. I will also now begin to expore shock more because i want to make sure it will be a good concept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-8475369229979181459?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/8475369229979181459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=8475369229979181459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/8475369229979181459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/8475369229979181459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/02/shock-of-car-accident.html' title='The shock of a car accident'/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034008272726897758.post-3649974837154841032</id><published>2008-02-04T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T05:19:38.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone for my concept folio i was thinking of doing "shock", but im not sure if thats a good idea so let me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034008272726897758-3649974837154841032?l=colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/feeds/3649974837154841032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034008272726897758&amp;postID=3649974837154841032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/3649974837154841032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034008272726897758/posts/default/3649974837154841032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleeno-oneilc.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-everyone-for-my-concept-folio-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651533092937876152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
