<?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-10153694</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:28:49.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarks Blogs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05101196977447849599</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153694.post-111440245705181904</id><published>2005-04-20T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:16:24.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invincible Man</title><content type='html'>This book was the best of all the books we read in this class. I really didn't want to put this book down. Throughout this entire book I was tension about how everyone once in a while feels like they are invincible. I know the man in the book was invisible because of his race but I am looking at it in another way right now. How many times do you feel you get ignored at work because some other guy is better liked? The man in the story grows to relies that no matter what he does or say he is still going to be black and that people in those days don't acknowledge African Americans. Its just the way it was. Today it has changed. Most people will keep there feeling about race to themselves. They wouldn;t dare go out on the streets today and holler what they would have in the 50's No no it is better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me this book has just gave me a refresher course in where this country has come from. There will always be racism. Its how we deal with it that makes us a stronger community and nation. To give up and just say put a smile on your face and dont fight back is wrong. The grandfather might have been sayingit was good but I believe it is wrong to bea door mat and let people walk all over you. You need to take charge and take a stand. You need to get out there and teach themwhat they dont see. The man was such a good speaker why didn't he get up and make more speaches? DOnt give up run the race before you. Give it a good fight. You might see a change and you might not but at least in the end you know you fought the battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153694-111440245705181904?l=iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/feeds/111440245705181904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153694&amp;postID=111440245705181904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111440245705181904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111440245705181904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/2005/04/invincible-man.html' title='Invincible Man'/><author><name>Chris Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05101196977447849599</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-10153694.post-111440056208927191</id><published>2005-03-23T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:42:42.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATS IN THE HOUSE???</title><content type='html'>"The House of the Spirits," to me was the second best book we read in this class.  The whole book wastalkig about ideologies and how everyone or every class of people hadthere own ideologiies.  They differed from how to treat different classes to politacal parties to family relationships and homosexuality.  You knwo this book was full of ideology.  some was very noticable and some wasn't, btu no matter the case this is a great book totalk about ideology and what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest things I found to be odd about this book was how the author wrote about homosexuality.  I just never imagined seeing a book taking place back in the old days talking about homosexuality.  This is the difference....today it is so common to hear about same sex marriages and homosexuals doing this or that, butback then it was more of a thing to keep behind clothes doors.  What was the author trying to ssay?  Probably just there to put out that yeah it did happen back then and why try to hide the fact.  Everyone knew it happens so just read it and move on.  Thats probably what she was trying to say. &lt;br /&gt;Overall was a really good book.  I enjoyed it all the way through.  The only thing I would change or do differently is leave some names out or change them up a bit...I had a hard time following all the charaters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153694-111440056208927191?l=iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/feeds/111440056208927191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153694&amp;postID=111440056208927191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111440056208927191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111440056208927191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/2005/03/whats-in-house.html' title='WHATS IN THE HOUSE???'/><author><name>Chris Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05101196977447849599</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-10153694.post-111439531223925650</id><published>2005-03-12T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T19:15:12.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Duplesis!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Why is it that all your poems have breaks in them that really dont make sence?  I mean when I read it I feel compelled to stop or break there but it really doesn't make sence to stop there.  Could you help me tell me what you think about that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153694-111439531223925650?l=iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/feeds/111439531223925650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153694&amp;postID=111439531223925650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111439531223925650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111439531223925650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-duplesis.html' title='Hey Duplesis!!!!!'/><author><name>Chris Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05101196977447849599</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-10153694.post-111439503644262401</id><published>2005-02-23T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T19:10:36.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTIGONE</title><content type='html'>Antigone had a close bond with her family and really this book made me think about mine. Family is important. I understand why she would want to give her brother a proper burial. If I were in the same position I would do anything it took to try to get the same. I just didn't understand why tey wouldn;t. In "The Thoery Toolbox," it talks about culture and how many places have different traditions and different ays of life. Where I live in Pa there are certain ways people talk and certain ways people do things. But when I went over to Kosovo the lifestyles there are completely different. To say that we are right and they are wrong i paposturous. It is that every lifetyle has a different way of doing things and seeign tht this book was from Greece it is understandable to see that things would be different from here. So that helped me understand a bit as to why they did what they did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153694-111439503644262401?l=iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111439503644262401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111439503644262401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/2005/02/antigone.html' title='ANTIGONE'/><author><name>Chris Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05101196977447849599</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153694.post-111439421106718245</id><published>2005-02-09T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:56:51.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOODY OLD WEDDING</title><content type='html'>This play was really hard to understand. Whether it be the translation from Spanish to English or just the way it was put out. I mean in some of the story you had a moon talking or choruses of people singing...Where did they come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother in this play was a bitter lady that wanted revenge on the family that killed her husband and one son. She is very caustios about her last son. She doesn't want him to go out and cause trouble. She was always afraid she would lose him too. The whoe plays talks about how the mother is very afraid that she will lose her last son. The son is getting prepared for the wedding. On the wedding day he finds that his bride runs off with another man. His mother gives him a knife and tells him to chase after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something out of place here. Why did the mother give him a knife? She was all about keeping her son and making sure he would remain safe and now ater this she gives him a knife. Almost like telling him to go out and revenge your father and brothers death. Did she know what was going to happen to him when she gave the knife to her son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why she gave him the knife. I think that the actions at the wedding was her last straw. She coalition;t stand seeing all her family get hurt by this family so instead of seeing another hurt for it she gives her son the final permission to get revenge. Yeah I think she is upet her son had to die, but in another way I feel she is at rest now cause she has to worry no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153694-111439421106718245?l=iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111439421106718245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111439421106718245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/2005/02/bloody-old-wedding.html' title='BLOODY OLD WEDDING'/><author><name>Chris Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05101196977447849599</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153694.post-111439125051800575</id><published>2005-02-01T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:07:30.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody WAKE UP!!!!</title><content type='html'>This book was a bit better. Starts out about telling the reader what it is like to be a lady back in the day. Tells the reader what the role is for the men and ladies. Men had the liberty and freedom to go out pretty much and do what they pleased. They were the ones with the jobs and did most of the running around. The ladies on the other hand were in charge of the house and children. Ladies were allowed to go out but within reason.&lt;br /&gt;Edna the main character in this book wanted to change the way she was treated. She wanted to be free and do what she pleased. Everyone around her is stuck in the ways. They were born that way and they will die that way. But for Edna she wants out. She starts talking to Robert of friend of hers and realizes through talking with him that she is in love with him and so she goes to be with him. She has pretty much changed the way she has been taught to live till one of her friends gets sick and she tells her to not forget children. Well this sets Edna off and Edna goes to the ocean and takes her life.&lt;br /&gt;I think Edna did experience freedom for a moment but then allowed another person come in and send her back to the old ways. I don't think men make women have no freedom no...I just think that she put to much time in men and not what she truly wanted. Why would she think what's best or the children and just go and take her life? One thing I couldn't figure out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153694-111439125051800575?l=iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111439125051800575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111439125051800575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/2005/02/everybody-wake-up.html' title='Everybody WAKE UP!!!!'/><author><name>Chris Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05101196977447849599</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153694.post-111438935979418792</id><published>2005-01-27T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T17:35:59.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky Smelly Yellow Wallpaper Anyone???</title><content type='html'>So this short story was umm how shall I put it......"Different." When I first read through it I really thought it was a story of a house that was haunted and the lady was going out of her mind because she was the only one able to see it....NOPE far off. The yellow wallpaper was actually making here nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book there is a section where it talks about how the lady starts to smell yellow. WHAT??? Yeah that's right she goes out of her mind so much that the yellow get s to her so mush that she begins to smell yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the story a couple more times showed me that it was probaby the constant order from her husband to stay in the room and don't do anything that made her go insane. Plus I mean she had a baby and she wasn't even allowed to take care of it. What a mess. I think that would make anyone go mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153694-111438935979418792?l=iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111438935979418792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111438935979418792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/2005/01/stinky-smelly-yellow-wallpaper-anyone.html' title='Stinky Smelly Yellow Wallpaper Anyone???'/><author><name>Chris Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05101196977447849599</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153694.post-110660663684408856</id><published>2005-01-24T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:43:56.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this Work???</title><content type='html'>TEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153694-110660663684408856?l=iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/110660663684408856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/110660663684408856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/2005/01/does-this-work.html' title='Does this Work???'/><author><name>Chris Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05101196977447849599</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153694.post-111438803158446572</id><published>2005-01-19T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T17:13:51.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of Frederick Douglas</title><content type='html'>Reading this book has opened my eyes more to what the slaves had to put up with in the mid 1800's.  I cant imagine doing that.  To hear how they were treated and how they were seperated at birth so they wouldn't know there mother.  WOW!!  What in the world was the slave owner thinking?  Dont they have a heart? &lt;br /&gt;One part in the book talking about the songs that were heard, that really stuck out to me.  I magine being a slave and forced to work anytime they needed someone working.  How would you cope?  Maybe song could try to make it a bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;Another part that stuck out was that he didn;t know his age.   The book goes on about how no slave really knew there birthday. To me I think it was a way to show the slave that they are there to work and nothing else.  You were born to work and that all you are meant to do.  Age doesn;t matter you are going to die a slave.&lt;br /&gt;Overal this reading was pretty good.  It gave me a better insight in what the slaves had to put with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153694-111438803158446572?l=iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/feeds/111438803158446572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153694&amp;postID=111438803158446572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111438803158446572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153694/posts/default/111438803158446572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-clarkchris.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-of-frederick-douglas.html' title='The Life of Frederick Douglas'/><author><name>Chris Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05101196977447849599</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></feed>
