Friday, March 04, 2005
Hey ! I’m back, and I hope that it’s with the determination I had two years ago.
Why did I return? Because now I have time to write on the blog and I’ve changed of school this year, so I have now a lower level of English. As I can’t lose it, I’m determined to write here.
So, in homage for my return, I’m gonna talk about my old English teacher and about the importance talking English.
First, my old teacher, Bee (pseudonym) is a very good teacher who won a lot of prices. She is not only a good teacher but she is good person too. She cares about her students. And she likes them. She teaches with love.
But last year I had the impression that she was making me be saturate of the classes, because I didn’t make any effort during the hole year and I didn’t respect her. But I regret it. I recognize that she does that sometimes just for our own good. If someone doesn’t do that, how will we respect him? She was right. Anyway I always liked her and she was the teacher that I always prefered.
She deserves to be respect and preserved! All the best for my old teacher!!!
I will always remember her!
And now I’ll talk about the importance of talking English. First because it is one of the most spoken languages in the world and we can’t contest to it. Second because here in Brazil if you don’t know English you can’t get a good job. And finnally because every country you don’t know the native language there is someone who talks in English.
And we can’t forget that it’s an easy language to learn and it’s a very beautiful language.
That’s why I have to continue writing in English! Because of the language and of my teacher, who teaches everybody very well!
It’s nice to get back!
To the next post!
Friday, August 06, 2004
Hey!The subject in class today was so interesting that I decided to write here. Well, the subject that we are talking is about rebels. We young people understand very well about that, don't we?What interested me more was about the time that we have to go to bed or to be home. That's interesting because the teacher talked about her sons, that always called her when they were out. But there's a problem here. Anyone of the three of us can't be home at the marked schedule. My older sister Melanie has now 19 years old and last month she learnt how to drive a car. So everyday Friday, Saturday and Sunday she gets out and goes to "Bar do Amadeu" in Vila Madalena. It's a very cool place where we know everybody and we are always the last persons to get out of there. We spend all the night talking to everyone! It's great! I go just sometimes but she goes every week and returns the other day at 5 P.M. Of course, my mother doesn't like it and once asked her to get back at 3 maximum. That's what Melanie did. She went that day with her friend Claire and once she was going let Claire at her house, she saw a car stopping right behind her and turning off the lights. They got scared didn't know what to do. So they decided to turn on the car and drive in the quarter. But the car behind them started following them. Faster they drove, faster the car behind them drove too. They didn't know where to go, driving in dark and dangerous places and finally they entered in an avenue where she found the police. Once she attained the police, the car drove to another place. So she talked to the policemen and they joined them until my house. She never got so scared in her life. Now she learnt to pay attention with the time. The policemen told her that if we get out in the night, we have to get back until midnight or after 5 PM, because it is very dangerous and tieths search for young people during that time. Well, if I were with them I would have a heart attack because I'm afraid of those things. I get out often but I am always paying attention. Once I was in Paulista avenue waiting for a bus. It was around 10 PM. A mute man asked money to me and I didn't have it. I said it to him but he didn't understand it... Twice. He was always pointing to my purse, asking money. I told him again that I didn't have it. But he continued pointing to it. I started getting scare so I started crying telling him that he couldn't do anything because I didn't have money. My cry was so scandalous that, I think she got scared, or because everyone was looking at us. He decided to live. I don't know if he really was a tieth, but it was so ridiculous that today I laugh because of that.But I am a little bit neurotic with security.
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
After that, we worked on many different things, like the passive, comparing and contrasting, the link words and now we are working on newspaper. Well, neither Lisa and I are working on that anymore because we have already presented, but there are some other presentations.
Teacher, I won't finish now because I have class.
I'll try to write tomorrow.
Friday, May 21, 2004
Now that I have a little time I'll write here on the blog. Since I forgot to talk about Giuseppe Garibaldi and Anita I'm gonna talk about them.
Garibaldi, Giuseppe (1807-1882) The foremost military figure and popular hero of the age of I talian unification known as the Risorgimento with Cavour and Mazzini he is deemed one of the makers of Modern Italy. Cavour is considered the "brain of unification," Mazzini the "sou," and Garibaldi the "sword." For his battles on behalf of freedom in Latin America, Italy, and later France, he has been dubbed the "Hero of Two Worlds." Born in Nice, when the city was controlled by France, to Domenico Garibaldi and Rosa Raimondi, his family was involved in the coastal trade. A sailor in the Mediterrane an Sea, he was certified a merchant captain in 1832. During a journey to Taganrog in the Black Sea, he was initiated into the Italian national movement by a fellow Ligurian, Giovanni Battista Cuneo. In 1833 he ventured to Marseilles where he met Mazzini and enrolled in his Giovane Italia or Young Italy. Mazzini had a profound impact on Garibaldi, who would always acknowledge this patriot as "the master."
In February 1834 he participated in an abortive Mazzinian insurrection i n Pi edmont, was sentenced to death in absentia by a Genoese court, and fled to Marseilles. The exile sailed first to Tunisia eventually finding his way to Brazil, where he encountered Anna Maria Ribeiro da Silva, "Anita," a woman of Portuguese and Indian descent, who became his lover, companion in arms, and wife. With other Italian exiles and republicans he fought on behalf of the separatists of the Rio Grande do Sul and the Uruguayans who opposed the Argentinean dictator Jan Manuel do Rosas. Calling o n the Italians of Montevideo, Garibaldi formed the Italian Legion in 1843, whose black flag represented Italy in mourning while the volcano at its center symbolized the dormant power in their homeland. It was in Uruguay that the legion first sported the red shirts, obtained from a factory in Montevideo which had intended to export them to the slaughter houses of Argentina. It was to become the symbol of Garibaldi and his followers. The formation of his force of volunteers, his mastery of the techniques of guer illa warfare, his opposition to Brazilian and Argentinean imperialism, and his victories in the battles of Cerro and Sant'Antonio in 1846 not only assured the freedom of Uruguay but made him and his followers heroes in Italy and Europe. The fate of his patria continued to preoccupy Garibaldi.
The election of Giovanni Mastai-Ferretti as Pope Pius IX in 1846 led many to believe he was the liberal pope prophesied by Gioberti, who would provide the leadership for the unification of Ital y. From h is exile Mazzini applauded the first reforms of Pio Nono. In 1847 Garibaldi offered the apostolic nuncio at Rio de Janeiro Bedini, the service of his Italian Legion for the liberation of the peninsula. News of the outbreak of revolution in Palermo in January 1848, and revolutionary agitation elsewhere in Italy, encouraged Garibaldi to lead some sixty members of his legion home. He offered his services to Charles Albert and the Piedmontese who initiated the first war for the liberation of Ital y, but found his effort spurned. Rebuffed by the Piedmonese, he and his followers crossed into Lombardy where they offered assistance to the provisional government of Milan.
Garibaldi eventually finding his way to Brazil, he encountered Anna Maria Ribeiro da Silva, "Anita," a woman of Portuguese and Indian descent, who became his lover, companion in arms, and wife.
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Hi! Here I am... After a loooong time!
Well, since I have to bring up to date the blog, I think it will be a long post. And since I'm without my computer because it's broken, I'll have to re-publish it a lot.
Last time I wrote it was about Bono Vox. Then we had an oral about Molly Pitcher, that to me was horrible. So I'll present the painting, but summarized.
Well, the document on pages 30 and 31 is a detail of a painting name Molly Pitcher at the battle of Monmouth, of Denis Malone Carter, that painted it in 1854.
The painting represents Molly Pitcher at the battle of Monmouth in New Jersey in the American War, which was between the English and the Americans, which were fighting for their independency. And Molly Pitcher, she won that surname when she repeatedly carried water to cool the cannons and the exhausted and wounded soldiers in her husband's regiment.
In the foreground in the centre we can see her with a man shooting with a cannon against the enemy, the English. And in their left below we can see a dead man, probably shot by the enemy. In their right we can see a dead man dressing a white shirt, with a hat in his hands. And in the same ground on the right we can see a man in the darkness and by his face we can see the fear that he's feeling.
In the middle ground we can see the American soldiers. One of them is carrying the American flag. He is stanted up with another soldier, while the others are riding horses.
And in the back ground in the left we can see the other American soldiers fighting against the English soldiers.
There direction where go the characters is the left, that symbolises the progress and the expansion of the United States to the Americans, even if they come from the east and they are represent in the west.
The colours chose by the painter are in contrast between the front and the background. While there are dark colours to represent the war and the American soldiers, there are live colours to represent Molly Pitcher and the men around her. There's a light to represent them. And they aren't dressing uniforms as the soldiers, but they are wearing normal clothes. Everyone can conclude that they are the principal characters.
Molly is in front of the men around her and she is the only woman in the painting. She has a determined air. All those things symbolise her determination and her courage. It proves that not men can be heroes and can fight in wars. It's rare to have a woman fighting in wars but it's not impossible.
Here is another painting that represents her too, and looks like the painting of Carter
And here is some others links that are very interesting and where we can find some things more about her:
Paintings representing Molly Pitcher at the battle of Monmouth
Thursday, April 01, 2004
Hey! It looks my vice for writing on the blog that I had last year is coming back! So I’ll continue talking about heroes. I have been thinking if there is a hero in Brazil. My imagination is a little bit limited, so I don’t know if there is. If someone knows please tell me! I’m getting a little bit concerned about it! =)))))
Anyway, someone that I admire, that I consider as my hero is Bono Vox, the leader of U2. There is a website where there is his biography. Some persons says that his actions are only to appear and sell the CD’s of the group. I don’t care about what people say anyway.
Here is a song that he composed to a friend who’s a heroine too, Aung San Suu Kyi, Walk on:
It's not the easy thing
The only baggage
That you can bring
Not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind
And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
Before the second you turn back
Oh no, be strong
What you got, they can't steal it
No they can't even feel it
Stay safe tonight
You're packing a suitcase for a place
None of us has been
A place that has to be believed
To be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird
In an open cage
Who will only fly
Only fly for freedom
What you got
You can't deny it
Can't sell it or buy it
You stay safe tonight
And I know it aches
How your heart it breaks
You can only take so much
Hard to know what it is
If you never had one
I can't say where it is
But I know I'm going
That's where the heart is
And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
You can only take so much
Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you feel
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
All that you care
It's only time
And I'll never fill up all my mind(???)
All that you sense
All that you scheme
All you dress up
And all that you see
All you create
All that you wreck
All that you hate
While I was searching for a photo of Bono, look what I found (that is really ridiculous!)
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Hey! I'm writing here again!!
In two weeks we will finally have our lovely vacations. I don't know what I am going to do but I do not pretend to travel. I'm already tired of it. I prefer to stay here, calm, in São Paulo.
While the vacations don't arrive, I'll do a little summary of what we did those weeks in class.
Tomorrow I'll pass the oral about George and the Dragon and with the help of what I wrote, I'll tell some things about it.
Well, on the page 26 of our book we can find a painting name George and the Dragon that can be found in Art Gallery of New South Wales in Sydney, Australia. Sir Edward-Burne Jones, a painter passionate by mythology, the Bible, classical and medieval legends painted it.
The painting represents Saint George killing a dragon to save a princess. In the foreground on the centre we can see Saint George dressing a black armour, killing the dragon with a sword. In the second plan in the right, we can see princess Sabra, the daughter of the king, dressing a white dress that represents purity. She is attached to a trunk, ready to be eaten by the dragon to save the people. And in the background we can see the village, which was menaced by the dragon.
According to the legend Saint George was born in Cappadocia to a Christian family, entered the Roman army. Once he was travelling through a city terrorised by a dragon (the one that is represented in the painting) which had devoured all the cattle and now was eating the people. George arrived at the moment when the dragon was about to swallow the king’s daughter, princess Sabra. With the help of Christ George overcame the dragon and killed it. That’s when he became a hero. (Now I won’t continue about the legend)
We can say that both (the princess and George) are heroes. First him because he was the only one that had the courage to kill the dragon. The people of the village, in instead of sending a man to kill the dragon, offered the princess in exchange of their lives. And we can say that she is a hero not because she hadn’t the option of staying alive but because her soul would be given to the dragon in exchange of the people. If the dragon would go away with her death, she would be a heroine too.
The painting seems to be a little bit dark. Maybe because of the situation. Everywhere when there is a battle or deaths the colours become darker. I think the colours are becoming clear because the dragon is already dead.
And here is another painting of George of the Dragon by “I don’t know who”.
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Hey... A very long time without writing here. It's the time of the lunch and I'm now on CDI since I haven't much time to enter when I'm home.
I remember I stopped my last post talking about Duane Hanson. Now we are studying heroes. It seems to be interesting. What really is a real hero? There are some brazilian heroes, but not one that I remember.
I don't have my English material here with me.
I'll tell later about them.
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
On the class of the February 16th we studied the document pages 10 and 11. The document is a coloured picture that represents two sculptures resined by Duane Hanson.
Duane Hanson was born in Alexandria, Minnesota January 17, 1925. He received his BA from Macalester College in 1946 and his MFA from the Cranbrook Academy of Art in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan in 1951. From 1962-1965 Hanson was an art professor at Oglethorpe University in Atlanta. While in Atlanta, Hanson was commissioned to produce several large decorative sculptures for the exterior of buildings, including the Stormy Petrel which adorns the Dorough Field House at Oglethorpe University. It was during his time at Oglethorpe that Hanson received a grant from the Ella Lyman Cabot Trust to develop his work with life-sized polyester resin and fiberglass sculpture.
After Hanson moved to New York in 1969, his works were shown in solo exhibitions in New York and Germany. From 1976-78, a major retrospective of his sculptures went on an extended museum tour throughout the United States. Hanson was named Florida Ambassador of the Arts in 1983. His first bronze sculptures were featured in a solo exhibition in Japan in 1984. Hanson died January 6, 1996.
The scuptures represent the stereotype of the American tourist. We can see a man and a woman. He's wearing a flower pattered shirt, a green shorts, tennis shoes and has a camera over his neck. He has a a baggage in his right arm, he wears glasses and a hat on his head. While the woman is wearing a horizontal stripes shirt, a pink pen and slippers in her feets. She has baggages in her arms, has a camera over her neck too, is wearing sun glasses and a hat.
Here is another sculpture of him:
I search on a website a comment about this sculpture: With the Supermarket Shopper, Hanson portrays a woman who has no regard for appearance as she is overweight, stretching her clothes, smoking and still in her curlers as she shops in public at the supermarket. Her shopping basket shows her disgusting overconsumption which Hanson felt was a deplorable trait. While fully clothed, we still can sense the unattractiveness of this body. As most artists are seeking the ideal attractive body, Hanson seeks the ideal unnatractive body. One female college senior exclaimed, "Wait, I saw her last week in the A&P!" The degree to which superrealists would go to make something look lifelike was unknown to art at the time, and Hanson not only makes you think the statue might be real, he made its context real enough that you take a second look to see if maybe you did see that lady at the supermarket before.
You can learn more about him on Oglethorpe University Museum Onlie Gallery's website
Friday, February 13, 2004
Hi! Here we are, on the English class, on the computer room.
Today we had some changes on the blog. I had to change my template so I could put the link of the rubrics.
Last class I wasn't here, so I don't know what we did. I'm gonna ask someone or I'll enter on a blog and I'll see what happened.
Now I'm gonna write on Bee Online.
Friday, February 06, 2004
I'm glad I could post the last thing that I wrote. I was praying so I wouldn't have to write all again. And I was listenned! =)))))
Well, continuing about the stereotypes, that are really interesting. I just remembered that someone sent me a joke about it this week. I'll put here, but it is in Portuguese. It's about the way of each one of different regions of Brazil talk.
Isso é um assalto... Arriba os braços e num se bula nem se cague e nem
faça munganga... Arrebola o dinheiro no mato e não faca pantim se não
enfio a peixeira no teu bucho e boto teu fato pra fora.
Perdão meu Padim Ciço, mas é que eu tô com uma fome da moléstia ..
Ô sô, prestenção ... Isso é um assarto, uai .
Levanta os braço e fica quetin quesse trem na minha mão tá cheio de
Mió passá logo os trocados que eu num tô bão hoje.
Vai andando, uai ! Tá esperando o que, uai !!
O gurí, ficas atento .... Báh, isso é um assalto ..
Levantas os braços e te aquieta, tchê !
Não tentes nada e cuidado que esse facão corta uma barbaridade, tchê.
Passa as pilas prá cá ! E te manda a la cria, senão o quarenta e quatro
Seguiiiinnte, bicho ..
Tu te fudeu. Isso é um assalto ..
Passa a grana e levanta os braços rapá ...
Não fica de bobeira que eu atiro bem pra caralho .
Vai andando e se olhar pra traz vira presunto ..
Ô meu rei ... ( longa pausa )
Isso é um assalto .... ( longa pausa )
Levanta os braços, mas não se avexe não .. ( longa pausa )
Se num quiser nem precisa levantar, pra num ficar cansado ...
Vai passando a grana, bem devagarinho .
( longa pausa ) Num repara se o berro está sem bala, mas é pra não ficar
muito pesado ..
Não esquenta, meu irmãozinho, ( longa pausa )
Vou deixar teus documentos na encruzilhada ..
Ôrra, meu ..
Isso é um assalto, meu ... Alevanta os braços, meu .. Passa a grana
logo, meu .. Mais rápido, meu, que eu ainda preciso pegar a bilheteria
aberta pa comprar o ingresso do jogo do Curintia, meu ... Pô, se manda,
Assaltante de Brasília
Querido povo brasileiro, estou aqui no horário nobre da TV para dizer
que no final do mês, aumentaremos as seguintes tarifas: Energia, Água,
Esgoto, Gás, Passagem de ônibus, IPTU, IPVA, Lincenciamento de veículos,
Seguro Obrigatório, Gasolina, Álcool, Imposto de Renda, IPI, ICMS, PIS,
It is as we said in class: stereotype is a judgement or a superficial idea based on the appearance and the habits of a person or a group of persons, without knowing them.
Halo! Here I am... Again!
I didn't write before because I don't know what's happening to this computer. Once on the vacations I was visiting a lot of websites and a pop-up window started appearing all the time, asking if I want to download a freeware. Since it was never gonna end, I downloaded. Since that day the internet works just sometimes. This computer is crazy!
Before the last class, yesterday, we talked in class about stereotypes. It is a subject that interests me a lot. It is very funny. We saw what Brazilian think of France for example, that they don't take a bath, using perfumes to neutralize the odor or smell better, that they are effeminate or they only eat cheese. I even listened once that French women keep their money under the soap. It is ridiculous.
And we know that people that are outside Brazil think that we don't work and we are all the time having parties.
AAAAhhhhh!!! My computer is getting crazy AGAIN.
So I have to go before I loose all that I wrote.
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
Yesterday was our first day of school and the first day of our English classes. A new year has started, it lacks time sufficiently to the end of the year.
Right now, we are on the computer room, studying what is a blog.
Yesterday we were explained what we are going to do this year, like continuing the Garibaldi project.
It will be a great year!