I recieved an apologetic comment from deb. "I am afraid I have tagged you...". I understand, sometimes you do know how people will react. But this is a fun meme with tips for bloggers. Join us with tips even if you were not tagged.
-Start Copy-
It’s very simple. When this is passed on to you, copy the whole thing, skim the list and put a * star beside those that you like. (Check out especially the * starred ones.)
Add the next number (1. 2. 3. 4. 5., etc.) and write your own blogging tip for other bloggers.
Try to make your tip general.
After that, tag 10 other people. Link love some friends!
Just think- if 10 people start this, the 10 people pass it onto another 10 people, you have 100 links already!
1. Look, read, and learn. *****-http://www.neonscent.com/
2. Be, EXCELLENT to each other. ***-http://www.bushmackel.com/
3. Don’t let money change ya! *-http://www.therandomforest.info/
4. Always reply to your comments. *******-http://chattiekat.com/
5. Link liberally — it keeps you and your friends afloat in the Sea of Technorati. **** http://chipsquips.com/
6. Don’t give up - persistence is fertile. ***-http://www.velcro-city.co.uk/
7. Give link credit where credit is due. *******-http://www.sfsignal.com/
8. Pictures say a thousand words and can usually add to any post.*****-http://scifichick.com/
9. Participating in ‘memes’ is a destructive habit and should be avoided at all costs. **-http://nethspace.blogspot.com/
10. Don’t hold back.*-http://www.aidanmoher.com/blog
11. Short Fiction is the bomb!*-http://soullessmachine.blogspot.com/
12. Redesign your site often. Visual boredom breeds textual complacency. ** http://9to5poet.blogspot.com/
13. Labels--not too many, not too few--help your readers browse.* http://stoneymoss.blogspot.com/
14. Try something new like participate in poetry or writing prompts: One Deep Breath or Sunday Scribblings. http://deowriter.blogspot.com
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I tag Tammy, Rose DK, Patois, Remiman, and Regina. Please play along if you wish.
Showing posts with label Meme. Show all posts
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Thursday, August 02, 2007
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Country Meme
Annie tagged me for this meme. It was fun and interesting to do.
Take a country whose name begins with the last letter of your surname. (a) Jane Doe would take Ecuador, for example, or Egypt. England (like the USA and Ireland) does not qualify. Wole Soyinka would take Angola, or Afghanistan. If you can't find a country with that letter (and only then), move back a step. (b) Jane Doe would take Oman, in that case. And as for Wole Soyinka, he would go for Kazakhstan, or Korea. And so on. See?
Tell us what the capital city of the country is.
Say how many inhabitants that country has.
Find and share with us a poem in English of not more than 20 lines from that country. If it's longer, cut it to twenty lines or less.Tell us something you particularly like about the poem you've chosen.Add a line anywhere in the poem (beginning, middle or end), and clearly show which line is yours to avoid confusion and/or ambiguity.
Thank you. Please tag two people
Haiti is the country first to my mind for the last letter of my name. There have been books about Haiti I have wanted to read. The first is Mountains Beyond Mountains.
I was struck by Haiti's poverty and their pandemic of HIV/AIDs. Their median age is only 18.4? Incredible. We take so much for granted in the United States.
My country is Republic of Haiti
Capital: Port-au-Prince
Population: 8,706,497
The poem I found:
Shooshoon
Whenever I have nightmares
It's the tonton macoutes I'm dreaming about
The other night I dreamed
They made me carry my coffin on my back
Everyone on all the Port-au-Prince streets was laughing at me
There were 2 or 3 boys not laughing
The other night I dreamed
They made me dig my grave in the cemetery
Everyone on television was laughing at me
There were 2 or 3 girls not laughing
The other night I dreamed
A macoute squad was getting ready to shoot me
Everyone was laughing
There was an old woman who wasn't laughing
Those little boys and girls there -
If I say more the devil will steal my voice
I'd rather that God would steal my voice
let me sing with angels, watch over the old woman and the children
The old woman
Is Shooshoon Fandal
They brought her to see the macoutes shoot
Her 5 sons on a street in Grand Gosier.
-translated from Haitian Creole by Jack Hirschman and Boadiba
This poem is a snapshot of the Haiti's past. It is the era of Duvalier's Touton Macoutes, the "bogeymen". It made me think of another book I have long wanted to read, The Farming of Bones by Edwidge Danticat. I dream a lot. Dreams are powerful. I dreamet about nuclear war about being invaded as a child. The Bay of Pigs situation with the IS and Cuba had that affect on me.
I tag Julie and Regina Clare Jane. Actually anyone can join in. A great meme.
Take a country whose name begins with the last letter of your surname. (a) Jane Doe would take Ecuador, for example, or Egypt. England (like the USA and Ireland) does not qualify. Wole Soyinka would take Angola, or Afghanistan. If you can't find a country with that letter (and only then), move back a step. (b) Jane Doe would take Oman, in that case. And as for Wole Soyinka, he would go for Kazakhstan, or Korea. And so on. See?
Tell us what the capital city of the country is.
Say how many inhabitants that country has.
Find and share with us a poem in English of not more than 20 lines from that country. If it's longer, cut it to twenty lines or less.Tell us something you particularly like about the poem you've chosen.Add a line anywhere in the poem (beginning, middle or end), and clearly show which line is yours to avoid confusion and/or ambiguity.
Thank you. Please tag two people
Haiti is the country first to my mind for the last letter of my name. There have been books about Haiti I have wanted to read. The first is Mountains Beyond Mountains.
I was struck by Haiti's poverty and their pandemic of HIV/AIDs. Their median age is only 18.4? Incredible. We take so much for granted in the United States.
My country is Republic of Haiti
Capital: Port-au-Prince
Population: 8,706,497
The poem I found:
Shooshoon
Whenever I have nightmares
It's the tonton macoutes I'm dreaming about
The other night I dreamed
They made me carry my coffin on my back
Everyone on all the Port-au-Prince streets was laughing at me
There were 2 or 3 boys not laughing
The other night I dreamed
They made me dig my grave in the cemetery
Everyone on television was laughing at me
There were 2 or 3 girls not laughing
The other night I dreamed
A macoute squad was getting ready to shoot me
Everyone was laughing
There was an old woman who wasn't laughing
Those little boys and girls there -
If I say more the devil will steal my voice
I'd rather that God would steal my voice
let me sing with angels, watch over the old woman and the children
The old woman
Is Shooshoon Fandal
They brought her to see the macoutes shoot
Her 5 sons on a street in Grand Gosier.
-translated from Haitian Creole by Jack Hirschman and Boadiba
This poem is a snapshot of the Haiti's past. It is the era of Duvalier's Touton Macoutes, the "bogeymen". It made me think of another book I have long wanted to read, The Farming of Bones by Edwidge Danticat. I dream a lot. Dreams are powerful. I dreamet about nuclear war about being invaded as a child. The Bay of Pigs situation with the IS and Cuba had that affect on me.
I tag Julie and Regina Clare Jane. Actually anyone can join in. A great meme.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Seven Random Things/ Habits about Me
At Mimmsical Creations, Tammy tagged anyone who would play. I want to play so here are seven random things/habits about me.
1. I am left-handed. I always make sure I sit where being left-handed doesn't interfere with eating.
2. I walked the Portland Marathon in 2000 and did the two day walk for breast cancer in Vancouver, BC in 2004. I don't walk so much these days.
3. I hum a lot.
4. Memorizing poems and passages are very difficult for me.
5. I daydream and love taking naps. If I could I would make it so we would have to have a nap at school.
6. I wake up early, even on the weekends.
7. I am guilty of having clutter piles of paper. Lord knows, I try to be neat.
So technically, I should tagged seven people. But I am not. However, if you wish to play, let me know that you did in the comments. Thanks.
1. I am left-handed. I always make sure I sit where being left-handed doesn't interfere with eating.
2. I walked the Portland Marathon in 2000 and did the two day walk for breast cancer in Vancouver, BC in 2004. I don't walk so much these days.
3. I hum a lot.
4. Memorizing poems and passages are very difficult for me.
5. I daydream and love taking naps. If I could I would make it so we would have to have a nap at school.
6. I wake up early, even on the weekends.
7. I am guilty of having clutter piles of paper. Lord knows, I try to be neat.
So technically, I should tagged seven people. But I am not. However, if you wish to play, let me know that you did in the comments. Thanks.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
A Poetry Meme: Poetry is Like
1. The first poem I remember reading/hearing/reacting to was …and just barely was Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. I still have my book that my parents read that poem out of, cost twenty five cents. Later, in high school I discovered Yeats and Browning.
2. I was forced to memorize (name of poem) in school and …I don't remember being forced to memorize any poem and a good thing because memorization is difficult for me.
3. I read/don’t read poetry because …I am drawn to the brevity of the words with the power to leave you breathless.
4. A poem I’m likely to think about when asked about a favorite poem is …gads, there is so many. "The Travelling Onion" by Naomi Shihab Nye comes to mind and "When You Are Old" by Yeats These are the first two that popped into my head. But there is also William Stafford's works and another day, other poems might pop into my head.
5. I write/don’t write poetry, but … hadn't for a while until I stumbled into Poetry Thursday and One Deep Breath. The switch turned back on and that makes me joyful. In the earlier 90's I had envsioned an on-line community of writers and many thought I was hmmm, a little silly.
6. My experience with reading poetry differs from my experience with reading other types of literature … I slow down and re-read. I read aloud more.
7. I find poetry … in the early morning, as I drive, in the little moments of the day. I also find it a great way to inspire first through third graders to write and write a lot when I teach an after school class in poetry.
8. The last time I heard poetry …is when I listened to the audio cd that accompanies Poetry Speaks to Children.
9. I think poetry is like …the petals of an artichoke, peel them off, savor as you reach the heart.
2. I was forced to memorize (name of poem) in school and …I don't remember being forced to memorize any poem and a good thing because memorization is difficult for me.
3. I read/don’t read poetry because …I am drawn to the brevity of the words with the power to leave you breathless.
4. A poem I’m likely to think about when asked about a favorite poem is …gads, there is so many. "The Travelling Onion" by Naomi Shihab Nye comes to mind and "When You Are Old" by Yeats These are the first two that popped into my head. But there is also William Stafford's works and another day, other poems might pop into my head.
5. I write/don’t write poetry, but … hadn't for a while until I stumbled into Poetry Thursday and One Deep Breath. The switch turned back on and that makes me joyful. In the earlier 90's I had envsioned an on-line community of writers and many thought I was hmmm, a little silly.
6. My experience with reading poetry differs from my experience with reading other types of literature … I slow down and re-read. I read aloud more.
7. I find poetry … in the early morning, as I drive, in the little moments of the day. I also find it a great way to inspire first through third graders to write and write a lot when I teach an after school class in poetry.
8. The last time I heard poetry …is when I listened to the audio cd that accompanies Poetry Speaks to Children.
9. I think poetry is like …the petals of an artichoke, peel them off, savor as you reach the heart.
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