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    dotsJournal: vietcrapdots
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    Mood: The Usual

    For the South Vietnamese army, an estimated quarter million died, along with 900,000 North Vietnamese soldiers and guerrilla fighters.

    And Vietnamese civilian toll was more than one million. When the Paris Peace Accord was signed in 1973, the stage was set for the departure of American combat troops and the release of more than 600 U.S. prisoners of war. The last American combat troops departed in 1973, but even today, some 2,000 soldiers are still listed as "Missing in Action."

    http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb/asia/jan-june00/vietnam_4-12.html


    ...Created 2008-04-29 10:59:39

    dotsJournal: woodstockdots
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    Mood: The Usual

    sr project


    Richie Havens Arlo Gunthrie

    Country Joe McDonald John B Sebastian

    Joan Baez canned heat

    santana CCR

    grateful dead sly and the family stone

    Janis Joplin the who

    jefferson airplane joe cocker

    country joe and the fish Johnny winter

    Crosby stills nash and young

    shanana, hendrix


    ...Created 2008-04-27 18:54:58

    dotsJournal: yupdots
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    Mood: The Usual

    Tinker v Des Moines


    This court case revolved around petitioner John F. Tinker and Christopher Eckhardt, both 16 and under, during their highschool career in Des Moines Iowa. Tinker's younger sister Mary Beth wore armbands too. The two were suspended from school for wearing black armbands in protest of the Government's policy in Vietnam. Their school's authority thought it would be constitutional to ban all wearing of armbands, but the Supreme court thought differently.
    December, 1965, a meeting was held at the Eckhardt household. A group of both adults and students of Des Moines determined they would publicize thier resentment of the hostilities in Vietnam by wearing black arm bands. They were all in favor of a truce, and decided also to fast on December 16 and New Year's Eve. They thought nothing would come from the gesture, since rebellion was age old and generations before them had participated in little acts of protest similar to their peaceful armbands.
    The Des Moines school's principal had been informed of the plan to wear armbands. The school board adopted a policy to suspend any student who refused to remove their armbands on December 14, 1965. A student would be given the option to remove thier armband, and upon refusing would be suspended until they would return without the armband.
    The Petitioners knew about the new regulation that the school authorities added to the rules. Still on December 16th, Mary Beth and Christopher wore black armbands to school, and were sent home. John Tinker wore his the next day and was also suspended until he would return without the armband. They decided not to return until after New Years day, after the day they were going to fast. The kids fathers went to the United States District Court and filed a complaint for them.
    The District Court dismissed the complaint, saying that suspending the kids was constitutional because it was "reasonable in order to prevent disturbance of school discipline." They didn't want to add the importance of another case that went on in Burnside v. Byars, that the wearing of armbands can't be punishable unless it "materially and substantially interferes with the requirements of appropriate discipline in the operation of the school."
    Not everyone in the school system wore the armbands. There were no disruptions or evidence of violence of school grounds, although the students wearing armbands were harassed outside of school. Seven students total were suspended. The school officials were trying to ban and punish petitioners for silent, passive expressions of their personal opinions on the Vietnam war. They didn't interfer with the rights of the school or any other of the 18,000 students going to Des Moines.
    The District Court concluded the action of the authorities of the school was reasonable because they thought the armbands were going to cause a disturbance. The Supreme Court concluded that a "fear or apprehension" of a disturbance isn't enough to overcome American rights to human expression. If the school banned everything they thought might cause a disturbance, anything different or strange could be punishable. Any idea that's new or opposing the majority's opinion may inspire fear or apprehension of disturbance. Americans get to take the risk of being open to opinions, and our history says it is the basis of our national independence and strength. The point of people having their freedom of expression was so the society would stay permissive to things like passive protest.
    The Courts made no findings that the school authorities had real reason to think the student who wore armbands would interfere with the work of the school or hurt the other students rights. The authorities had only wanted to avoid any controversy that might result from the students expressing their opinions through the armbands. Other students in Des Moines were reported wearing buttons that had to do with political campaigns, and some wore the Iron Cross, a traditional symbol of Nazism. The order that banned armbands didn't extend to those things.
    The school singling out the opinion of five students and banning just that opinion was not allowed constitutionally. Students in school and out of school are "persons" under the US. constitutions, and their school officials don't have control over fundamental rights that "persons" are allowed. Students may not be confined to expressions of sentiments that are government approved.

    ...Created 2008-02-14 21:03:25

    dotsJournal: crocodile smiledots
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    Mood: Paranoid

    [img]http://usera.imagecave.com/Rhetoriczen/FENDER.jpg[/img]

    ...Created 2007-09-07 13:25:20

    dotsJournal: anseldots
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    Mood: The Usual

    Ansel Adams

    In 1850 William James Adams opened grocery stores in Sacramento and San Fransisco, selling goods to gold rush migrants. He profited from this enough to open a lumber business, and proceeded to stamp his grandsons name into American
    history early on.
    Ansel Adam's mother was born Olive Bray, herself having arrived into the world while her family, in a wagon train, passed through Iowa. His father, Charles Hitchcock Adams was born in California, five years later in 1862. His parents married in 1896 and in 1902 Olive gave birth to a son in San Fransisco.
    Adam's first camera was a Kodak Brownie Box, a gift from his parents in 1916. He visited Yosemite National Park for the first time that same year. Four years later, Adams published his first photograph for the Sierra Club, having taught himself flash photography, before the invention of flashbulbs.
    Though he supported himself as a piano teacher for a time, Adams soon turned to commercial photography, and married his wife, Virginia, on January 2nd, 1928. The ceremony was held in Yosemite.
    Adams was critisized for his style not including any human subjects, only an idealistic portrait of an "outdated" nature. One of Adams early influences was Paul Strand, in Taos, New Mexico. He started aiming for more intimate, detailed photographs, from subjects of nature.
    In 1931 the Smithsonian displayed "Pictoral photographs of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, by Ansel Adams." His son Michael was born in Yosemite two years later, and his daughter Anne two years after that.
    Adams lost one third of his earliest negatives in a devastating fire, June of 1937. He continued his photography relentlessly, capturing beautiful moments in the south west, especially New Mexico. Many national parks caught his attention, such as Penali and North Cascades.
    Ansel Adams was an artist-activist, who in 1943, unaided by government funds, documented the American-Aisan experiences in the Manzanar internment camp at his own expense. Adams was criticized for being unpatriotic, but continued to display an exhibit curated by Nancy Newhall at the New York Museum of art. He also wrote a book titled Born free and equal, which was published in 1944.
    Some of his work includes "Monolithe, face of the half dome" which established his unique style in 1927. In 1968 he produced "Tree, stum and mist." "Image of Freedom" was his New York exhibit with Nancy Newhall. "Moonrise, Hernandaz, New Mexico" was bought at the highest price ever paid for a print, $71,000.

    Adams died at the age of 82, in 1984, and land in Yosemite, including a mountain, have icbeen put under National Reservation in his name. He was a musician, artist, author, and evironmentalist in his time, leaving behind his perception of nature and existence with every photograph.

    ...Created 2007-09-05 21:38:11

    dotsJournal: misery blowsdots
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    Mood: Paranoid

    for serious, it's windy. i've been working a lot though, in my creative writing class, and have a few bitchin' pieces to put up. Peace all.

    ...Created 2007-04-17 15:10:43

    dotsJournal: please workdots
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    Mood: The Usual

    Angie Bonor
    English III
    March 25, 2007
    A Clockwork Orange

    First published in 1962 in Great Britian, a Clockwork Orange was not Anthony Burgess’ favourite piece of work. It was the most popular for the time however, and stuck around longer than a lot of other books. The novel is fiction, like his thirty-one other novels, who are no less genious than his 16 works of nonfiction and two plays, book of verse, and many musical composures such as operas, symphonies and jazz. Anthony Burgess died in 1993.
    The book itself was first constructed with three sections of seven chapters, which of course multiplies to 21 chapters. It was an important number to Burgess, who thought of it as a representation of human maturity, when a child of the time found themself with the right to vote and assumptions of adult responsibility. In Great Britian it was published with 21 chapters, but in the United States Burgess settled with a publisher in New York on 20 chapters, ommiting the last. The publisher expressed that the book was more realistic that way, since the last chapter sees our humble narrator realizing that life is an opportunity for more than ultra-voilence. He claimed Americans are tougher than Britians, and they could stand the more true to life violence.
    Later when the book was developed into a movie, Stanely Kubrick followed the 20 chapter, American version. Many America foreign audiences saw the film as ending prematurely. Burgess later reflected that the full book explains moral progess, while the shortened version is simply original sin and evil on every page, a book without any shred of optimism. The genre is debated by those who feel it is realistic fiction, and the many who see it as a philosophical novel.
    A strong viel shielding the shocking violence the book contains is the language used. Every page is nearly concealed through the use of an "invented lingo" Burgess named Nadsat, a distorted, slang version of english. Depending on the stage of the reader, one might have to revise each page multiple times to extract all the detail and real meaning. The reader gets used to the odd words and phrases over time. As it turns out, the story line is as brillient as the unique dialect. Burgess often ends a concise or longwinded verse of sentences with the short, whimsical phrase, "So it goes." This repetition adds character and brings back to mind the context of previous use, pulling the story together nicely. "All that cal" is another powerful repetition, cal implemented for our "crap".
    The main character goes by the name Alex. He is a dirty hoodlm who happens to love classical music. Every night he terrorizes unnamed streets, with his three best droogs, or pals. Georgie, Pete and Dim accompony and assist him on his devient excursions. His parents through meek inquiry find out nothing, they only know that he never asks them for money, and that their son has attended several reform schools. They’re under the impression that the last one did the trick, and Alex isn’t causing any more problems.
    They have no idea how many muggings he’s commited on old, helpless men, or nerdy librarian-types in the middle of the night, nor his hellish antics during robberies. He and the others plant alibis by bribing old women in a café, and get away with their pockets full of money. They burgelerize homes, force entries and vandalize everything in their path. One man who lived in a cottage with a sign naming it "Home" happened to be a writer, working on some novel or another in his typewriter. Alex deemed the piece, titled ironically "A Clockwork Orange" as rubbish and shredded it upon the floor as his dearest droogs took care of the author. Alex was the little gangs head, their unaknowledged leader, and he had the first go raping the author’s wife. Alex molested young girls he met skipping school in a record shop, there was no moral fiber keeping him from doing anything.
    One night changed things between the four friends, when Dim mocked a woman who was singing some sort of classical music Alex was fond of. They ended up brawling over it, and though he felt self assured after the win, Alex knew through his dreams that things weren’t sitting right with he and Dim. He dreamt that Dim would become the circus leader, and that was possitively right. While burglerizing an old woman’s home, his friends left him locked inside for the police to come and find him. With a woman scared and attacking him, Alex cracked her on the head, a bit to hard.
    He went to jail and was let out on bond after a brutal handling from the police. His parents were informed by the time he made it home, and the next morning his porole officer showed up and said he was going to prison, and he hoped to god it would drive Alex mad. From his passion alone Alex determined the old woman had died.
    The charlie in the prison lets Alex control the stereo during prayer and when the inmates sing hymns. Alex is well behaved under the supervision of the wardens and overhears them talking about somekind of new treatment that gets you out of prison and keeps you out for good. He asks the charlie about it one day, and is rewarded with the information, and foot in the door that he desired. From the prison they send him to an institution where he is fed well and given a shot of what he thinks are vitamins. The charlie had said it was a dramatic treatment but Dr. Branum tells him all it is is films.
    The first afternoon in the asylum he is wheeled into a small, dark theatre with a tilted bed, and many wires. Alex thinks it will be moderately like going to the pictures, but he is horribly wrong. The doctors hook him up to the wires and the screen flickers, and music emenates from the darkness where the speakers must be hidden. The wires have clamps on them that pull the skin of his forehead so tight he cannot close his eyes. The doctors are watching him from behind a glass window, where a panel of knobs and dials are at their mercy. The first film is an old man being mugged by two hooligans, beaten, stripped and left to die, bloody and strewn naked in a filth filled gutter. Alex feels himself getting sick and at first has no idea why. The second film is of a violent rape with several participants, and he wonders who made these aweful films, since no one would subject themselves to that, and if the good old state produced the movie, it wouldn’t be right for them to not intervine in what was taking place. Some other terrible things are forced on him, and Alex feels very intensely sick, though normally nothing of the sort would have phased him. He screams for them to stop, and that he knows it was the shot that was making him feel that way.
    From they on they tied him down for the shot, or fed it to him through his meals. The point of the films was for him to react to violence with an illness that would make him want to avoid any sort of rude conflict. One of the final films is of a nazi camp and the firing lines, and then japanese torture or war prisoners. They played classical music for one and Alex went balistic, hating them for disgracing Ludwig Van’s last movment of the fifth. What he didn’t realize was they had ruined music for him, and whenever he went to listen to those soothing chords Burgess describes so well, the sickness would overwhelm him.
    Finally, after weeks of this that seemed like sick, vomitting years to Alex he was deemed cured in front of an audience of doctors. It was a questionable presentation of how they took away his natural choice, he couldn’t help but be good, or face the sickness that would accompany any violence. They have some man attempt to start a conflict with Alex, calling him names and flicking his nose tauntingly. Alex tries to bribe himself out of it with anything on his person, but the man isn’t interested. Alex ends up licking his boots, desperate for some way to stop the insults and the sickness aroused in his thoughts of revenge and even defense. Then a beautiful young devotchka is led out, and his first thought is how much he wants her on the floor. That thought makes him lerch and he gets sick, sinking to his knees and praising her, telling her he would only do to serve her, and make her happy in life. That made the sickness go away, and the insulting man and beautiful woman were escorted out.
    Alex is labled a true christian, only able to turn the other cheek, more willing to be crucified than crucify. He is sick at heart with the thought of harming a fly. He is released from the institution and state jail. He has hardly any time to enjoy his freedom because as soon as he makes it home is is confronted by a man eating breakfast with his parents, in the place he used to sit, tired from the previous night of crippling society as best he could. He is told by this fellow, Joe, that they’ve let him be more of a son than a lodger, and he cares about them now. In turn his parents say they can’t just kick Joe out, and his things were taken by the police as compensation for the victims he hurt. In his absence Joe had learned of any wrongdoings his parents had been notified of during his past, and he left saying they’d never see him again, he wished he was back in jail and he hoped it would hang heavy on the ir conciounces.
    He wanders the streets and decides he wasnts to kill himself. He wants a good way to do it, though, so he goes to the library where he runs into a man he beat up with Georgie, Pete and Dim in his younger days. The man is old, but doesn’t feel Alex has had his punishment yet, despite his picture in the paper, articles criticizing his redemption. The old men rioted at the first one’s harsh words of how he’d been beaten and thumped upon, and sent home dazed and naked. He was saved by the police, who turned into more trouble than help, because they too had familiar guises. Dim and an old nemisess named called Billyboy had entered the police force. They took Alex out into the country and beat the snot out of him, letting him lay in a hayfield to if not die, than be extraordinarily uncomfortable.
    He got up and began walking after the police car headed townwards. He headed in the oposite direction, and came upon a place with a sign dubbing it "Home". He didn’t remember right away whose home it was, but the author took him in and got him whisky and a spot beside a warm fire. In this mans eyes he was a vitcim of the modern age, and he shared the story of his wife’s death, due to the stress of the brutal rape and beating she received, in that very house. It was all he could do to remain living there. This man turned out to go by the name F. Alexander, and he wrote for The Weekly Trumpet. He wanted to do an article on Alex and what the government oversaw done to him. He was an abolishonest against the government, and his Dr. friends agreed what was done to the boy was an injustice to him. Slowly however, F. Alexander begins to recall details of the night his home was invaded. Alex questions him about his telephone, which his wife had claimed to not own that night. Alex’s slang talk clues him in, the same sort of languge used by the teens that dreadful night. Then he mentions the name dim, and F. Alexander starts acting strange, with a malecious look in his eyes, and Alex gets his clothes from the previous day and leaves as soon as he can.
    He tried to kill himself by jumping from a building, but he doesn’t die. He wakes up in a hospital, and realizes why he’s alive. The government knew if he were to die they would be blamed for murder under the circumstances of what they’d put him through. His parents come to see him after he can speak, and he treats them poorly, asking in a mocking tone about their dear son Joe. It turns out he was minding his own business on a corner and the police arrived, telling him to move on. He was waiting to meet someone, and said he had the right to be there. They beat him, and he moved back to his home town to recover. Alex was welcomed back home with them, if he’d like.
    The government put F. Alexander behind bars, saying he was a threat to Alex and himself. In the last chapter of the book Alex has some new droogs who he roams the night with. He lets them do most of the work, standing back to give the orders more himself. He changes his drinking habits from scotch to beer, and decides they should carry on their own their own style, and he left them to themselves. He meets Pete, who is married to Alex’s great surprise, to a young, beautiful girl who thinks he talks awful funny. He’s changed his ways quite drastically, little Alex, and says amen. And all that cal.

    ...Created 2007-03-25 15:50:24

    dotsJournal: that's the waydots
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    Mood: Paranoid

    Life passes most people by while they're making grand plans for it. It's extraordinarily fast, and we seem to will it away more than we lavish the feel of it. But the music and the circus lights touch our hearts and thread us along.

    ...Created 2006-12-11 15:15:34

    dotsJournal: teardots
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    Mood: Paranoid

    i get no more comments
    i have no internet, and don't feel comfortable posting poetry of mine own in this nasty little school system. love to all, see when i do.

    ...Created 2006-10-19 15:20:41

    dotsJournal: north harrisondots
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    Mood: Paranoid

    E. ville is neat I guess, nothing too much around, fireworks stores and corn. Soy beans, too. Copper is doing well, hopfully she'll be throwing a foal in august of next year. English is alright I guess. Vocab is easy. Peace out all.

    ...Created 2006-09-13 13:05:52

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.


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