Thursday, July 21, 2011
Marshmallow
Ok so most people are probably wondering why I called my blog The Marshmallow. Well the first reson why is I don't think the spelling looks correct even though I know it is so I use an a instead of an e for "mallow." And the second reason is in 5th grade when we went to Cal Wood aka outdoor ed they gave everybody a prompt. Our prompt was "Why does the wind blow?" We couldn't think of anything but we had to come up with something. Well we came up with a shadow of the plot but it was time to go to the campfire. Remember we had only 20 minutes to come up with something. Everybodys' plays were funny and creative like this one where they had to answer "How do beavers' tales look the way they do?" Well they came up with that one beaver got caught in a waffle iron. :) Anyway so it was finally our turn to go. Did I mention that I played a GIGANTIC marshmallow. So what my cabin mates did was give me all of their blankets and pillows and I stuffed it in my giant white coat. I was so stuffed with pillows and blankets that I couldn't even move my arms. My cabin mates had to help me get to the campfire. It's over 100 degrees in my coat. So our story was there was this man who said that his little boy could play the flute to his rich brother but the boy couldn't. The man sold his son to his brother and the boy's uncle put the boy in a dungeon until he learned how to play like a musical genius. The little boy grew into a man in the dungeon and every time he played he made wind not sound. The boy was given a marshmallow as his only food once every year (me). The marshmallow wasvery stubborn and would always poke the little boy with a stick saying "Let's see how you like it being poked with a stick and being roasted over a fire." and then would run away. I always liked that memory. It was a fun time. That's why the wind blows and how I got the name. :)
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Foreign expressions part 1 (I did not write this)
Here’s a writing challenge for you: I’ve listed foreign expressions, mostly in Latin, that offer wisdom or otherwise encapsulate a thought-provoking idea. Select one (or more) that resonates with you and employ it as a writing prompt.
Note the evocative strength of “Alis volat propiis,” or the motivating force of “Audentes fortuna juvat.” Can you taste the bitter regret of “Dis aliter visum”? What kind of cynical crime noir can you concoct around “Cherchez la femme”?
You’re welcome to suggest others. (Note, however that these are all complete sentences. I have phrases set aside for another day.)
1. Abeunt studia in mores: Practices zealously pursued pass into habits.2. Absit invidia: Let there be no envy or ill will.
3. Abusus non tollit usum: Abuse does not take away use. (Abuse is not an argument against proper use.)
4. Age quod agis: Do what you are doing. (To the business at hand.)
5. Aide-toi, le ciel t’aidera: Help yourself, and heaven will help you.
6. Alea jacta est: The die is cast.
7. Alis volat propriis: She flies with her own wings.
8. Amor vincit omnia: Love conquers all things.
9. Ars est celare artem: It is (true) art to conceal art.
10. Ars longa, vita brevis: Art is long, life is short.
11. Au pays des aveugles les borgnes sont rois: In the country of the blind, the one-eyed men are kings.
12. Audentes fortuna juvat/Fortes fortuna bravat: Fortune favors the bold/Fortune favors the brave.
13. Bis dat qui cito dat: He gives twice who gives promptly.
14. C’est autre chose: That’s a different thing.
15. C’est la guerre: That’s war. (It cannot be helped.)
16. C’est la vie: That’s life. (That’s how things happen.)
17. C’est plus qu’un crime, c’est une faute: It is worse than a crime, it is a blunder.
18. Ca va sans dire: It goes without saying.
19. Caveat lector: Let the reader beware.
20. Ce n’est que le premier pas qui coute: It is only the first step that costs.
21. Cedant arma togae: Let arms yield to the toga. (Let military power give way to civil power.)
22. Cetera desunt: The rest is missing.
23. Chacun a son gout: Everyone to his taste.
24. Che sara, sara: What will be will be.
25. Cherchez la femme: Look for the woman.
26. Corruptio optimi pessima: The corruption of the best is the worst of all.
27. Credo quia absurdum est: I believe it because it is absurd.
28. Credo ut intelligam: I believe so that I may understand.
29. Damnant quod non intelligunt: They condemn what they do not understand.
30. De gustibus non est disputandum: There is no disputing about tastes.
31. De minimis non curat lex: The law takes no account of trifles.
32. De mortuis nil nisi bonum: Of the dead (say) nothing but good.
33. Dis aliter visum: The gods decreed otherwise.
34. Docendo discimus: We learn by teaching.
35. Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori: It is sweet and seemly to die for one’s country.
36. Dum spiro, spero: While I breathe, I hope.
37. Dum vivimus vivamus: While we live, let us live.
38. Dux femina facti: A woman was leader of the exploit.
39. Ecce signum: Behold the sign. (Look at the proof.)
40. Ecrasez l’infame: Crush the infamous thing.
41. Eheu fugaces labuntur anni: Alas! The fleeting years glide on.
42. Est modus in rebus: There is a proper measure in things.
43. Ex nihilo nihil fit: From nothing, nothing is produced.
44. Ex pede Herculem/Ex ungue leonem: From the foot (we may judge the size of) Hercules, from the claw (we may judge) the lion.
45. Exceptio probat regulam de rebus non exceptis: An exception establishes the rule as to things not excepted.
46. Exitus acta probat: The outcome justifies the deed.
47. Facilis descensus Averno: The descent to Avernus is esay. (The road to evil is easy.)
48. Fas est et ab hoste doceri: It is right even to learn from an enemy.
49. Fata viam invenient: The Fates will find a way.
50. Festina lente: Make haste slowly.
51. Fiat experimentum in corpore vili: Let experiment be made on a worthless body.
52. Fiat justitia, ruat caelum: Let justice be done, though the heavens fall.
53. Fiat lux: Let there be light.
54. Finem respice: Consider the end.
55. Finis coronat opus: The end crowns the work.
56. Fluctuat nec mergitur: It is tossed by the waves but does not sink.
57. Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit: Perhaps this too will be a pleasure to look back on one day.
58. Fronti nulla fides: No reliance can be placed on appearance.
59. Gardez la foi: Keep faith.
60. Gaudeamus igitur: Let’s make merry.
61. Gnothi seauton: Know thyself.
62. Hoc age: Do this. (Apply yourself to what you are about.)
63. Hoc opus, hic labor est: This is the hard work, this is the toil.
64. Honi soit qui mal y pense: Shamed be he who thinks evil of it.
65. Humanum est errare: To err is human.
66. Ignorantia juris neminem excusat: Ignorance off the law excuses no one.
67. Il faut cultiver notre jardin: We must cultivate our garden. (We must tend to our own affairs.)
68. Ils ne passeront pas: They shall not pass.
69. In hoc signo vinces: By this sign you shall conquer.
70. Invenit/Pinxit: He (or she) devised/painted it.
71. Ira furor brevis est: Anger is a brief madness.
72. J’y suis, j’y reste: Here I am, here I remain.
73. Jacta alea est: The die is cast.
74. La reine/le roi le vuit: The queen (or the king) wills it.
75. La reine/le roi s’avisera: The queen (or king) will consider.
76. Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate: Abandon hope, all ye who enter.
77. Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point: The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of.
78. Magna est veritas et praevalebit: Truth is mighty and will prevail.
79. Medio tutissimus ibis: You will go most safely by the middle course.
80. Morituri te salutamus: We who about to die salute you.
81. Mutato nomine de te fabula narratur: With the name changed, the story applies to you.
82. Natura non facit saltum: Nature makes no leap.
83. Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurret: You may drive Nature out with a pitchfork, but she will keep coming back.
84. Ne cede malis: Yield not to misfortune.
85. Nemo me impune lacessit: No one attacks me with impunity.
86. Nil desperandum: Never despair.
87. Non omnia possumus omnes: We can’t all do all things.
88. Non omnis moriar: I shall not wholly die.
89. Non sum qualis eram: I am not what I used to be.
90. Nosce te ipsum: Know thyself.
91. Nous avons change tout cela: We have changed all that.
92. Nous verrons ce que nous verrons: We shall see what we shall see.
93. Oderint dum metuant: Let them hate, so long as they fear.
94. Odi et amo: I hate and I love.
95. Omne ignotum pro magnifico: The unknown tends to be exaggerated in importance or difficulty.
96. Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis: All things are changing, and we are changing with them.
97. Omnia vincit amor: Love conquers all.
98. Ora pro nobis: Pray for us.
99. Ou sont les neiges d’antan?: Where are the snows of yesteryear?
100. Panta rhei: All things are in flux.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Couplets
Oh boy, I’m filled with joy | In the middle of the climax, I left the IMAX. | |
I’m afloat, on a boat | Oh gee, A decapitated knee | |
Oh geese, a slice of cheese | When it rains, it brings me pains | |
Oh golly, where’s Lolly? | Oh brother, it’s my mother | |
All the computer errors, bring me terrors | Pepsi or Coke, Which one do I poke? | |
Flop! I go, on my tippy toe. | He was treated unfairly, as I watched barely | I’m as red as a tomato, from cooking that potato |
Leprosy poem
There goes my eyeball
into your highball
There goes my left ear
into your root beer
There goes my fingernail
Into your ginger ale
I left my cornea
In California
I think you lemur
Just stole my femur
I think pelvis
Just fell on Elvis
My head
Is stuck to your bed
Your dog is causing harm
People tend to linger
With my finger
You blew off my nose
With the pressure of your hose
I think your baby calf
Has my body’s half
And your giraffe
Ate my other half
I’m about gone
And I haven’t even finished Breaking Dawn
Limerick
There once was a man from Japan.
Whose limericks no one could stand.
So I said, “Mr. Ling.”
“You just haven’t the swing.”
He said, “Yes I know, but I always try to fit as many words into the last line as I possibly can.”
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Sorry Eulogy
Eulogy
By: Lolly
“Hi my name is Bob. I’m Tim’s uncle. I knew him when he was just a wee magma. Well, Tim lived an interesting life, being the first mineral to die in history. After a few years in a volcano he finally graduated from Mineral High by weathering and eroding into sediment. Then deposition¹, compaction², and sedimentation³ formed him into Sedimentary Tim.”
Bob, who’s feeling very proud and acting like he knows everything, starts puffing out his rocky lumps he calls “pecks” and begins his story.
“Sedimentary Tim had violent mood swings. One layer would be cranky and the next would be loopy. One time when he was going through his paranoid layer he came to my house and we watched horror movies about miners.” Bob, while holding his hand to his mouth as if he was going to tell a secret, explains, “That was the biggest mistake of my life.” A confused look went over the audience. “Wow, tough crowd, literally.” Bob thought to himself, and continued on.
“Even though Tim was hard to handle, he met the crystal of his life (that is if he was an igneous rock) at the Rocky Mountain Bar. Her name was Quartzalina and she was a waitress in training. Like a real gentleman, Sedimentary Tim offered to help her whenever she would mess up an order or spill all the pebbles and food. Once they met it was love at first rock and of course they got married, for she was the hottest rock in the volcano.” Bob rudely interrupts himself saying “But the courses of true love never did run smooth.”
“After 2 years or so Quartzalina persuade Tim to get a job ,’Please, get a job! Please get a job. PLEASE GET OFF YOUR LAZY BUTT AND GET A JOB,’ but Tim would have had to be a metamorphic rock, due to idiotic government laws, but he never listened to her and just ignored her.”
Since Tim didn’t have a job, Quartzalina left him because of starvation, but she never loved him any less. Tim was so sad he felt as though he should have listened to her doing as she told him hoping she would forgive him.”
It’s one of those kind of “let’s get it over with part so Bob looks a little like he’s boring himself to death. “I took Sedimentary Tim to the spa to calm his hard side. There he signed up for heat and a pressure wax. Suddenly a tsunami of lava splashed into the spa as we were leaving. WHOOSH the lava went. Poor Tim was heated into magma that day. After 100 years of tormenting agony, Tim finally cooled with some other minerals, Gabbry, Bauninite, and a little bit of Hanzburgite. I met Hanzburgite. Yeah, he was a little bossy and extremely annoying. I mean any pebble could tell we wouldn’t relate. Tim finally retired as a rock by weathering¹ and erosion² and spent the rest of his life as sand on an Oceanic beach two miles away from Sydney. One day I went to visit him, with his grains scattered across the beach. His last words were ‘I lived a happy life. I hope you did too. You’re a great uncle and please remember me as I was.”
You could tell Bob was tearing up at this point instead of resting his head on the podium, drooling.
“Oh, and one more thing…’ He said with an accent like he was a billion years old. Wait. What am I saying? He actually was a billion years old. “
“Yeah,’ Bob muttered.”
“Can you pick up all my grains and put them in a pile?’ Tim whispered.
I did as I was told then left. I still remember that day. It will live in my layers forever.”
Another sedimentary rock in a tux came up to whisper something to Bob before he could start into his next sentence. The rock tells him that he was at Boulder and Rosie’s wedding and not at Tim’s funeral. Bob says a little confused. “OOOPS. Mom did say I was never the sharpest mineral on Dead Man’s Rock.” Bob, stuttering a little trying to shake off his embarrassment says “Well, then ladies and stalagmites who wants cake?” holding his arms out with jazz hands while trying to exit the building looking for the right address.
Eulogy
Foe the first few stories they have been assignments but i still need feed back. What do you think of this eulogy i wrote for a rock for a science project.
Eulogy
By: Lolly
“Hi my name is Bob. I’m Tim’s uncle. I knew him when he was just a wee magma. Well, Tim lived an interesting life, being the first mineral to die in history. After a few years in a volcano he finally graduated from Mineral High by weathering and eroding into sediment. Then deposition¹, compaction², and sedimentation³ formed him into Sedimentary Tim.”
Bob, who’s feeling very proud and acting like he knows everything, starts puffing out his rocky lumps he calls “pecks” and begins his story.
“Sedimentary Tim had violent mood swings. One layer would be cranky and the next would be loopy. One time when he was going through his paranoid layer he came to my house and we watched horror movies about miners.” Bob, while holding his hand to his mouth as if he was going to tell a secret, explains, “That was the biggest mistake of my life.” A confused look went over the audience. “Wow, tough crowd, literally.” Bob thought to himself, and continued on.
“Even though Tim was hard to handle, he met the crystal of his life (that is if he was an igneous rock) at the Rocky Mountain Bar. Her name was Quartzalina and she was a waitress in training. Like a real gentleman, Sedimentary Tim offered to help her whenever she would mess up an order or spill all the pebbles and food. Once they met it was love at first rock and of course they got married, for she was the hottest rock in the volcano.” Bob rudely interrupts himself saying “But the courses of true love never did run smooth.”
“After 2 years or so Quartzalina persuade Tim to get a job ,’Please, get a job! Please get a job. PLEASE GET OFF YOUR LAZY BUTT AND GET A JOB,’ but Tim would have had to be a metamorphic rock, due to idiotic government laws, but he never listened to her and just ignored her.”
Since Tim didn’t have a job, Quartzalina left him because of starvation, but she never loved him any less. Tim was so sad he felt as though he should have listened to her doing as she told him hoping she would forgive him.”
It’s one of those kind of “let’s get it over with part so Bob looks a little like he’s boring himself to death. “I took Sedimentary Tim to the spa to calm his hard side. There he signed up for heat and a pressure wax. Suddenly a tsunami of lava splashed into the spa as we were leaving. WHOOSH the lava went. Poor Tim was heated into magma that day. After 100 years of tormenting agony, Tim finally cooled with some other minerals, Gabbry, Bauninite, and a little bit of Hanzburgite. I met Hanzburgite. Yeah, he was a little bossy and extremely annoying. I mean any pebble could tell we wouldn’t relate. Tim finally retired as a rock by weathering¹ and erosion² and spent the rest of his life as sand on an Oceanic beach two miles away from Sydney. One day I went to visit him, with his grains scattered across the beach. His last words were ‘I lived a happy life. I hope you did too. You’re a great uncle and please remember me as I was.”
You could tell Bob was tearing up at this point instead of resting his head on the podium, drooling.
“Oh, and one more thing…’ He said with an accent like he was a billion years old. Wait. What am I saying? He actually was a billion years old. “
“Yeah,’ Bob muttered.”
“Can you pick up all my grains and put them in a pile?’ Tim whispered.
I did as I was told then left. I still remember that day. It will live in my layers forever.”
Another sedimentary rock in a tux came up to whisper something to Bob before he could start into his next sentence. The rock tells him that he was at Boulder and Rosie’s wedding and not at Tim’s funeral. Bob says a little confused. “OOOPS. Mom did say I was never the sharpest mineral on Dead Man’s Rock.” Bob, stuttering a little trying to shake off his embarrassment says “Well, then ladies and stalagmites who wants cake?” holding his arms out with jazz hands while trying to exit the building looking for the right address.
Him
I had to do a poem assignment in laounguage arts and it was around the time I gave him the secret admirer notes. I want people's input.
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I love you, I love you, I love you so swell
But I never know and I never can tell
Whether you love me or no the feelings a plot,
Of pushing you down a well
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