<?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-7434980026557232055</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:59:17.085-04:00</updated><category term='noob'/><category term='draft'/><title type='text'>I LOVE PROCTOR ACADEMY</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog was created for those who like PA.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434980026557232055.post-2308351072935716972</id><published>2007-05-22T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:27:23.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Near the windows of la virgen de toledo federation, next to the shrine for moddana, there is a jimi hendrix video game machine that spines out rock tunes every time you hit over a thousand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hearing the story of the chicanos making it and putting there resturants together or publishing a book. because they work so hard not to live in total poverty keep everyone feed then after all that hard work they make it in the clear and have made a name for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-2308351072935716972?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/2308351072935716972/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=2308351072935716972' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/2308351072935716972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/2308351072935716972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/near-windows-of-la-virgen-de-toledo.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-4091071826679066006</id><published>2007-05-21T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:23:28.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile Verde</title><content type='html'>"This is Hispaopoly, your upwardly mobile life game that promises you to gain your true identity through the acquisition of someone else's property, usually lower than you - your live-in indian maid from latin america that's running away from genocide, for example. Stay tuned for more." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are talking about the way of life as a hispanic what they go through in there last game show summary. So everyone is living a low life having to deal with dailey struggels. Genocide by the supremacy of whites against mionorites. How they if they were whight surviveing and making a name for themselves would be alot easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-4091071826679066006?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/4091071826679066006/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=4091071826679066006' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4091071826679066006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4091071826679066006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/chile-verde_852.html' title='Chile Verde'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-3099155485282189767</id><published>2007-05-21T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:38:41.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile Verde</title><content type='html'>"Esa burciaga, vato de la divina torica, vato escuadra reuga por nosotros.Etc..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is burciaga the, of the divine Torica, for us. Its this spanish combined with spanish slang that they make a message in their poetry. its so ignorant simplistic writers wont understand the real message sort of like a code. Also still enjoying there on culture wich is as you read on what is being told.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-3099155485282189767?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/3099155485282189767/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=3099155485282189767' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/3099155485282189767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/3099155485282189767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/chile-verde_5084.html' title='Chile Verde'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-4608950070232770440</id><published>2007-05-21T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:23:27.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>Chile Verde</title><content type='html'>"My city sings for its return to my little womb house, my gypsy songs smuggled from chiapa de coroso, from el rastro in madrid, the alley is my neckalace, the boulevard is my guitar." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An reamerging theme is the heritage. La Locais proud of her heritage and all the way from the corners of her country she feels connected. The Boulevard is here guitar means its were things are so real and loud as in the amount of culture present and the feelings given off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-4608950070232770440?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/4608950070232770440/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=4608950070232770440' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4608950070232770440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4608950070232770440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/chile-verde_2206.html' title='Chile Verde'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-471279197046065079</id><published>2007-05-21T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T08:06:37.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile Verde</title><content type='html'>"Somwthing dropped inside of her and grew above us. A tiny flame of sweetness and black. For years, in that wild shadow, she smoked and kissed a stray that crossed our window." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone dies it can have many effects their mom lost all desire of not living but playing lifes game. It lead her to stand in one spot and smoke starring at the other men passing by wishing she could reunite with her true love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-471279197046065079?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/471279197046065079/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=471279197046065079' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/471279197046065079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/471279197046065079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/chile-verde_3867.html' title='Chile Verde'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-5905357496798898923</id><published>2007-05-21T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:13:21.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile Verde</title><content type='html'>“I am that paper, I am those words now, that ink burns pyres in every cell.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herrera is a great writer and he does it so well he becomes deep about it and writing emotions twisted in which is what burns pyres in every cell means. The writing all connects to him the style and what its about although it needs translateing. maybe the spanish is used because hes proud of his heritage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-5905357496798898923?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/5905357496798898923/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=5905357496798898923' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/5905357496798898923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/5905357496798898923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/chile-verde_21.html' title='Chile Verde'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-6204577292711769698</id><published>2007-05-17T09:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T09:21:08.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Comparison</title><content type='html'>Many people try and live outside of what is considered normal. Thoreau, Emerson, and Kerouac are three people who philosophized about this subject of living simply and taking a step back from modernism. The Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac the romantic and Walden by Thoreau the realist have two similar ideas coming from two different places. Thoreau’s philosophy plays a bigger role in our world because he directly depicts how and where society has changed people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-6204577292711769698?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/6204577292711769698/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=6204577292711769698' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/6204577292711769698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/6204577292711769698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/book-comparison.html' title='Book Comparison'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-6433900085002032108</id><published>2007-05-16T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:31:30.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile Verde</title><content type='html'>"do it on the road, red. Feed it on the branch, Beaulah. knead it to the bread, Bobo. etc..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more than just this segment ive noticed a style in their writing. The word that is right before the comma is a word with its first letter after. Maybe these words or names hold certain signifigance to the description.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-6433900085002032108?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/6433900085002032108/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=6433900085002032108' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/6433900085002032108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/6433900085002032108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/chile-verde_4163.html' title='Chile Verde'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434980026557232055.post-3204271972028244253</id><published>2007-05-16T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:26:31.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile Verde</title><content type='html'>"the invisible skull on the desolate hills of every California town opens its jaws of arranged imprisonments and decapitations. But, who listens?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California is described as a land of oppertunity for mishap. Although it doesnt appear this way there are many things wrong with it. no one cares though about chicanos and minorites and what they go through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-3204271972028244253?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/3204271972028244253/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=3204271972028244253' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/3204271972028244253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/3204271972028244253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/chile-verde_16.html' title='Chile Verde'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-3150772624653061744</id><published>2007-05-15T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T09:26:19.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile Verde</title><content type='html'>"Man with briefcase - accent + big watch = Equal opportunity" (74) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is being infered that all your really need to enter into the bussiness world is to have a suitcase no accent and a watch. The suitcase and watch show signs of sucess and with no accent people trust you more for some reason it makes them less sterotypical about a person of spanish decent taking their money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-3150772624653061744?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/3150772624653061744/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=3150772624653061744' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/3150772624653061744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/3150772624653061744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/chile-verde_4728.html' title='Chile Verde'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-4748204983453469992</id><published>2007-05-15T09:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T09:19:50.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile Verde</title><content type='html'>“La noche was all around me, expect for the tiny light da la tiendita.” (71) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoy their use of spanish to describe the setting which i beleive also helps describe feelings. I shows the reader their cultural identity of being a chicano or something else. The spanish they use really needs some kind of basic knowing for the language to get the full story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-4748204983453469992?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/4748204983453469992/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=4748204983453469992' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4748204983453469992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4748204983453469992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/chile-verde_15.html' title='Chile Verde'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-3349577864526789510</id><published>2007-05-13T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:27:01.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile Verde</title><content type='html'>"What have we learned from our Capitalism? The decapitation of our joys? The desire for simulations of consciousness?"  43 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herrera is pondering why america is itself.Why that every thing is changed for capitalist government. that people are always in present. being concouis and in the moment takes back in our overall understanding of whats going on around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-3349577864526789510?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/3349577864526789510/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=3349577864526789510' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/3349577864526789510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/3349577864526789510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/chile-verde_4171.html' title='Chile Verde'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-35668085841200932</id><published>2007-05-13T20:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:23:26.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile Verde</title><content type='html'>"What are we renewing? From what to what? How long-suffering is the transition?"  32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herreras deep and more thoughtful and less picy here. Its saying life after death and being reborn. when dead why would you want to have to be turned into something else and how long would this transition be. Herrera that renewal is a painful idea so why stand all that suffering for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-35668085841200932?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/35668085841200932/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=35668085841200932' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/35668085841200932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/35668085841200932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/chile-verde_13.html' title='Chile Verde'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-3802294762157370432</id><published>2007-05-11T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T09:17:11.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile Verde</title><content type='html'>“I worry about people who say, “Don’t worry, Baby.” (29)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every body says dont worry when they are the ones we should be worrying for because it could be them next. People who worry for other people are worrying period and should be calmed down not to worry because it might be bad for their health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-3802294762157370432?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/3802294762157370432/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=3802294762157370432' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/3802294762157370432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/3802294762157370432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/chile-verde_11.html' title='Chile Verde'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-5390122116063509173</id><published>2007-05-11T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T09:10:25.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile Verde</title><content type='html'>1. “yo’ bad boy lover pill-popin’ games&lt;br /&gt;an’ most of all your fast talkin’ total whack &lt;br /&gt;communicating genius girl self out the door!” (9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think is means that the guy is taking pills and the girl is also taking pills. The pills make them unaware of what they are doing and they do not use their brains as much. They do not know what is coming up next but they don’t care because they are too high to think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-5390122116063509173?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/5390122116063509173/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=5390122116063509173' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/5390122116063509173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/5390122116063509173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/chile-verde.html' title='Chile Verde'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-2638870572477343526</id><published>2007-05-08T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:13:21.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emerson's Essays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dharma Bums&lt;br /&gt; awwwwwww dude...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-2638870572477343526?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/2638870572477343526/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=2638870572477343526' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/2638870572477343526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/2638870572477343526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/emersons-essays-dharma-bums-awwwwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-6938840919201868251</id><published>2007-05-08T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:20:52.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“But the house on Mango Street is not way they told it at all. It’s small and red with tight steps in front and windows so small you’d think they were holding their breath.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he lives in a life of poverty. although his parents have been trying to find a way out and get nice house. Theyre still trying to find enough money to fit their family and others in. Were you live has become very important in this boys life because he doesnt like people commenting on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-6938840919201868251?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/6938840919201868251/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=6938840919201868251' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/6938840919201868251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/6938840919201868251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/but-house-on-mango-street-is-not-way.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-2920434380340810935</id><published>2007-05-07T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:40:31.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mangos are good</title><content type='html'>"you live there? the way she said it made me feel like nothing"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we come off to people with our body language can very hurt full. Shes a nun and suposed to be comforting when he doesnt even have "proper" living conditions. Everyone wants the house were they can live with many bathrooms and bedrooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-2920434380340810935?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/2920434380340810935/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=2920434380340810935' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/2920434380340810935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/2920434380340810935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/mangos-are-good.html' title='Mangos are good'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-6815802293614661683</id><published>2007-05-07T08:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:21:32.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DILLARD</title><content type='html'>"One patient called lemonade 'square' because it pricked on his tongue as a square shape pricked on the touch of his hands"&lt;br /&gt;page &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillard is discussing a book she read written by a doctor who works with patients who have been blinded by cataracts. Dillard is  affected by this book. At the end of the section, she says that her own vision was affected by what the author of the book wrote for weeks. the blind person is discribing lemonade as square because it is sour and pricks his taste buds like a corner would prick his hand. This could be because he has no vision and cannot relate a square in its context and beleives that tasting is just like touching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-6815802293614661683?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/6815802293614661683/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=6815802293614661683' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/6815802293614661683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/6815802293614661683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/dillard_6521.html' title='DILLARD'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-7194675146945371826</id><published>2007-05-07T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:21:19.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DILLARD</title><content type='html'>"seeing is of course very much a matter of verbalization. Unless I call my atention to what passes before my eyes, I simply won't see it."&lt;br /&gt;page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the author discusses the matter of seeing. She says that the natural act of looking at something, does not mean you can see it. Seeing something is really when someone uses everything they know and relates it to what they are looking at. In this way, someone can actually see nature instead of just looking at it. This quote represents a large theme in the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-7194675146945371826?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/7194675146945371826/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=7194675146945371826' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/7194675146945371826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/7194675146945371826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/dillard_07.html' title='DILLARD'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-7134120029222449919</id><published>2007-05-04T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T11:16:59.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DILLARD</title><content type='html'>"but i don't see what the specailist sees, and so i cut myslef off, not only from the total picture, but from the various forms of happiness."  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The reaserch of the man prior to this quote is collecting water droplets while the other two chill. So maybe hes done with his visualizations if he was such a man. This would destroy and end all happiness if he was'nt allowed to day dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-7134120029222449919?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/7134120029222449919/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=7134120029222449919' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/7134120029222449919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/7134120029222449919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/dillard_04.html' title='DILLARD'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-1714879094768021026</id><published>2007-05-04T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T11:10:24.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DILLARD</title><content type='html'>"but if you cultivate at a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted in pennies, you have with your poverty bought lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author is saying people are dissapointed with most things and are'nt happy. But if we don't take everything for granted and simple things that occur frequently happen every day make us happy  then we will be happy every day. What you are getting is'nt going to change so be happy with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-1714879094768021026?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/1714879094768021026/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=1714879094768021026' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/1714879094768021026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/1714879094768021026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/05/dillard.html' title='DILLARD'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-2243241953420177227</id><published>2007-04-24T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:43:46.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>d-harma blues</title><content type='html'>"Think of millions of guys all over the world with rucksacks on their backs tramping around the back country and hitchhiking and bringing the word down to everybody." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rucksack revolution of making eastern and western culture come together is so real. They really are trying to show how much simpler and happier they live because of their lifestyle. exploring the back country without worries and loving life no commitments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-2243241953420177227?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/2243241953420177227/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=2243241953420177227' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/2243241953420177227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/2243241953420177227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-harma-blues_4.html' title='d-harma blues'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-2695363537851805169</id><published>2007-04-24T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:32:04.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>d-harma blues</title><content type='html'>", the americans out there, they have so little real sense of america and who the people are who really dig buddhism here, and they don't have any use for poetry." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray is annoyed that people in america dont apreciate poetry and religion. life is so bliss to them un meaningless. They have learned to take things slow while others learn to not waste a single day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-2695363537851805169?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/2695363537851805169/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=2695363537851805169' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/2695363537851805169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/2695363537851805169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-harma-blues_24.html' title='d-harma blues'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-3709330203630966209</id><published>2007-04-17T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T11:05:45.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>paper topic</title><content type='html'>my paper topic is Religion vs. The Norm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-3709330203630966209?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/3709330203630966209/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=3709330203630966209' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/3709330203630966209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/3709330203630966209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/paper-topic.html' title='paper topic'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-7081426810968686073</id><published>2007-04-17T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:48:28.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>d-harma blues</title><content type='html'>"I dont wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man i wanta be enlightened by actions." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Japhy actions are alot more powerfull than words. He finds talking less meaningfull because after all there just words. Actions can be physical and more whet to the mind than a dull sentence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-7081426810968686073?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/7081426810968686073/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=7081426810968686073' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/7081426810968686073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/7081426810968686073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-harma-blues_9912.html' title='d-harma blues'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-3784018959808174113</id><published>2007-04-17T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:41:59.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>d-harma blues</title><content type='html'>"They thought i was crazy, but everybody that gave me a ride i'de spin 'em the Dharmy, boy, and leave 'em enlightened." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird how Ray sortove gave up on everybody and didnt try and teach everyone the way of the dharma. while Japhy on the other hand had said he would tell everyone and make a change in the way they thought. japhy seems to be starting the rucksack revoulution more the Ray. Ray seems to becoming the anarchist scared of society&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-3784018959808174113?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/3784018959808174113/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=3784018959808174113' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/3784018959808174113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/3784018959808174113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-harma-blues_17.html' title='d-harma blues'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-6955308797943741869</id><published>2007-04-15T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T14:01:43.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>d-harma blues</title><content type='html'>"I have all the time in the world form life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing, infinitivley perfect within, why cry, why worry, perfect like mind essence and the minds of bannana peels."  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;in life we have so much time to take things at a slower pace. We can free ourselves from haste by doing what is neccesary when its needed the most. Perfecting our mindset is more immportant than perfecting ourselves to a hastefull lifestyle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-6955308797943741869?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/6955308797943741869/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=6955308797943741869' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/6955308797943741869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/6955308797943741869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-harma-blues_15.html' title='d-harma blues'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-7331954506388322041</id><published>2007-04-15T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T13:51:09.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"so what did i care wgat the old tobacco-chewing stickwhittlers at the crossroads store had to say about my mortal eccentricity, we all get to be gum in graves anyway."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can say that your lifestyle is wrong or what is right or wrong. We all live our life differntly to what we trie to make ourselves happy with. Since were all gonna be dead eventually why not just do whatever floats your boat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-7331954506388322041?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/7331954506388322041/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=7331954506388322041' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/7331954506388322041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/7331954506388322041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-what-did-i-care-wgat-old-tobacco.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-776799541133771553</id><published>2007-04-13T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:27:56.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I didnt want to have anything to do, really, either with Japhy's ides about society or with any of Alvah's ideas about grasping life as much as you can because of its sweet sadness and because you would be dead some day." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its clear these three amigos have very differnt view on life. Japhy is really philisophical and beleives in anti materialism. Alvah is live every day as if it were your last and enjoy everysecond. Thou Ray is down for whatever sort of inbetween doesnt really care either way he likes a nice dinner but enjoys at times living as a bobo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-776799541133771553?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/776799541133771553/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=776799541133771553' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/776799541133771553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/776799541133771553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-didnt-want-to-have-anything-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-5582794948515740702</id><published>2007-04-13T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:22:07.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>d-harma blues</title><content type='html'>"But there was wisdom in it all, as youll see if you take a walk somewhere on a suburban street and pass house afterv house after house on both sides the street each with the lamplight of the living room, shining golden, and inside small blue squares of tv, each family riveting its attention..."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerowac is saying that in the house all life revolves around the tv and to them its ok. they beleive eventually a rucksack revoultion will start and all this will dissapear. Its ironic how everyone has a carbon copy lifestyle based on the living room tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-5582794948515740702?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/5582794948515740702/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=5582794948515740702' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/5582794948515740702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/5582794948515740702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-harma-blues_13.html' title='d-harma blues'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-7741081035808794297</id><published>2007-04-12T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:35:36.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippie Terrorism</title><content type='html'>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eco-terrorism , http://www.cdfe.org/ecoterror.htm   &lt;br /&gt;These are 2 websites ive used to find information on the topic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eco terrorism is the act of comminting a crim to save nature and politicaly falls under terrorism. There are many groups out there such as earth first and ELF that send a message by commiting vandelous acts such as graffit and property destruction. People fighting for this cause are usaually generalized as hippies but in reality there just normal people. Many are arrested and labeled as terrorist and kept close eyes on also serving harsh punishments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-7741081035808794297?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/7741081035808794297/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=7741081035808794297' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/7741081035808794297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/7741081035808794297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/hippie-terrorism.html' title='Hippie Terrorism'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-4311614626535085301</id><published>2007-04-12T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T08:28:29.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>d-harma blues</title><content type='html'>"i had never had a happier moment in my life than those lonley moments coming down that little deer trace..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the happiest moment was his lonleyest moment because he was tired from a day of hiking. That the moonlight and the deer poop had lead him back home. Rather than a map or some flashlights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-4311614626535085301?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/4311614626535085301/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=4311614626535085301' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4311614626535085301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4311614626535085301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-harma-blues_5877.html' title='d-harma blues'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-4414488525127153482</id><published>2007-04-12T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T08:24:11.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>d-harma blues</title><content type='html'>"By god you're right, all those sedentary bums sitting around on pillows hearing the cry of the trumphant mountain smasher, they don't deserve it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way this group are sortove radical and really feal superior to those living normal lives. This is why they choose to seperate themselves from society. when youre on top of the mountain you feel free because the elavation and wind that the think its a high normal people will never experiance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-4414488525127153482?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/4414488525127153482/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=4414488525127153482' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4414488525127153482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4414488525127153482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-harma-blues_12.html' title='d-harma blues'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-513846550106912079</id><published>2007-04-10T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T09:49:17.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>d-harma blues</title><content type='html'>"It was beautiful. The pinkness vanished and then it was all purple dusk and the roar of the silence was like a wash of diamond waves going through the liquid porches of our ears, enough to soothe a man a thousand years."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence of nature is actually very loud. The bueaty of it all is amazing that when you listen to eat the sound of trees and birds you feel one with the earth. You feel content to be where you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-513846550106912079?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/513846550106912079/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=513846550106912079' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/513846550106912079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/513846550106912079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-harma-blues_4397.html' title='d-harma blues'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-7449418348415136095</id><published>2007-04-10T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T09:40:05.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noob'/><title type='text'>d-harma blues</title><content type='html'>"The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a peice of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify to this feeling."   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The woods is this kind of mystical place were we are in touch with nature. No forest is really alike the senses that it gives off. also that so many things have goon by while the woods have just been there always the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-7449418348415136095?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/7449418348415136095/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=7449418348415136095' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/7449418348415136095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/7449418348415136095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-harma-blues_10.html' title='d-harma blues'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-4143470515220285868</id><published>2007-04-09T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T08:18:25.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>D-harma blues</title><content type='html'>And if you dont beleive me  come back in a million years and deny it, For What is Time?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray is trying to convince allvah to life an alternative way. Ray is replying back that if he doesnt beleive in what he says he could change that but the time it takes does not matter in life. So time is really a clock counting till death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-4143470515220285868?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/4143470515220285868/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=4143470515220285868' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4143470515220285868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4143470515220285868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-harma-blues_09.html' title='D-harma blues'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-8583663551277735883</id><published>2007-04-07T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T08:14:50.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>d-harma blues</title><content type='html'>"at this time i was a perfect dhrama bum myself and considered myself a religous wanderer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this true because through out the chapter he is taking the simple ist was to get by. For example hitcking onto the train. Or sleeping on the beach being one with nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-8583663551277735883?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/8583663551277735883/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=8583663551277735883' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/8583663551277735883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/8583663551277735883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-harma-blues.html' title='d-harma blues'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434980026557232055.post-7183834036995518802</id><published>2007-04-04T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:24:08.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toms quote</title><content type='html'>"Perhaps the most powerful way in which we conspire against ourselves is the simple fact that we have jobs. We are willingly part of a world designed for the convenience of what Shakespeare called “the visible God”: money. When I say we have jobs, I mean that we find in them our home, our sense of being grounded in the world, grounded in a vast social and economic order. It is a spectacularly complex, even breathtaking, order, and it has two enormous and related problems. First, it seems to be largely responsible for the destruction of the natural world. Second, it has the strong tendency to reduce the human beings inhabiting it to two functions, working and consuming. It tends to hollow us out. It creates a hole in our sense of ourselves and of this country, and it leaves us with few alternatives but to try to fill that hole with money and the things money buys. We are not free to dismiss money because we fear that we’d disappear, we’d be nothing at all without it. Money is, in the words of Buddhist writer David Loy, “the flight from emptiness that makes life empty.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer ends the quote how he does to leave a lasting effect on the audiance with a quote from a buddhist because people generalize them to be knowing of the inner self and surroundings so if he said it it must be correct. I deffinatley belive money does change us becuase we must work for it the way we want to live creating a constant lifestyle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-7183834036995518802?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/7183834036995518802/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=7183834036995518802' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/7183834036995518802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/7183834036995518802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/toms-quote.html' title='Toms quote'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-8851304515352374027</id><published>2007-04-02T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T08:08:58.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>are these actual miles</title><content type='html'>"They run everywhere in her flesh, dozens, perhaps hundreds of them. He remembers waking up the morning after they bought the car, seeing it, there in the drive, in the sun, gleaming." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the strech marks is the stress they go through. these hundreds because of their problems of bankrubacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-8851304515352374027?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/8851304515352374027/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=8851304515352374027' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/8851304515352374027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/8851304515352374027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/are-these-actual-miles_02.html' title='are these actual miles'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-2497959898990668258</id><published>2007-04-02T07:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T07:59:35.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>are these actual miles</title><content type='html'>"They buy what they want. If they can't pay, they charge. They sign up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an example of the 50's and the american dream. People like this are struggleing with money. But they persist to buy and do what they can to keep possesions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-2497959898990668258?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/2497959898990668258/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=2497959898990668258' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/2497959898990668258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/2497959898990668258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/04/are-these-actual-miles.html' title='are these actual miles'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434980026557232055.post-5427317519530198811</id><published>2007-03-29T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:25:40.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Persistence of Desire</title><content type='html'>"He tucked the note back into his shirt pocket and its stiffness there made a sheild for his heart."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving this note he feels at ease and secure again. Satisfied like a sheild for his heart means he knows its from his lover and his broken heart has been saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-5427317519530198811?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/5427317519530198811/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=5427317519530198811' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/5427317519530198811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/5427317519530198811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/03/persistence-of-desire_29.html' title='Persistence of Desire'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-4253002530374687515</id><published>2007-03-29T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:22:18.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Persistence of Desire</title><content type='html'>"Ringed by the judging eyes of the young and old, he felt like an actor snug behind the blinding protection of the footlights; he squinted prolongedly at the speedometer-clock, which, like a letter delivered on the stage, in fact was blank." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clyde has received a message and his impaired ability to see makes him feel as if he were acting. Others can see him but he cant see them so he doesn't have to see the looks given off by strangers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-4253002530374687515?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/4253002530374687515/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=4253002530374687515' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4253002530374687515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4253002530374687515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/03/persistence-of-desire.html' title='Persistence of Desire'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-8109237301443501427</id><published>2007-03-29T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:16:54.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DeAtH oF JuLiAnA #2</title><content type='html'>"We buried Justina in the rain the next afternoon. The dead are not, God knows, a minority, but in Proximire Manor their unexalted kingdom is on the outskirts, rather like a dump, where they are transported furitivley as knaves and scoudrals and where they lie in an atmosphere of perfect neglect." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beleive the writer is saying dead are transported to mass graves were they sit without recognition. once there dead they dont really matter and humanity has dissposed of them in a trash they like to call graveyards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-8109237301443501427?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/8109237301443501427/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=8109237301443501427' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/8109237301443501427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/8109237301443501427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/03/death-of-juliana-2.html' title='DeAtH oF JuLiAnA #2'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-4452317317205418947</id><published>2007-03-29T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:04:45.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DeAtH oF JuLiAnA</title><content type='html'>"I stand, figurativley, with one wet foot on Plymouth Rock, looking with some delicacy, not into a formidable and challenging wilderness but onto a half-finished civilizationembracing glass towers, oil derricks, suburban continents and abandon movie houses,...."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Representing the begining of our greed since our ancestors ascended upon america. We are materialistic and dont stop to realize the bueaty around us. All we see is the ugly buildings we have built instead of nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-4452317317205418947?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/4452317317205418947/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=4452317317205418947' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4452317317205418947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4452317317205418947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/03/death-of-juliana.html' title='DeAtH oF JuLiAnA'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-4615903037930211558</id><published>2007-03-29T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:45:41.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John Cheever #2</title><content type='html'>"Why did he love storms, what was the meaning if his excitement when the door sprang open and the rain wind fled rudely up the stairs, ..."  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;its hinted throughout the entire reading he thinks of himself as an explorer who likes excitement. Planning how he is going about days of his life every moment with the logic of an explorer. This tells you alot about his personality and how he looks at life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-4615903037930211558?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/4615903037930211558/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=4615903037930211558' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4615903037930211558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4615903037930211558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/03/john-cheever-2.html' title='John Cheever #2'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-5578370847534193809</id><published>2007-03-28T18:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:28:05.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jhon Cheever</title><content type='html'>"the breach in his chain of water dissapointed him absurdly, and he felt like some explorer who seeks a torrdential headwater and finds a dead stream. He was dissapointed and mystified." 1492&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As the swimmer finds his pool he regularly swims in he is very dissapointed and lefct curious what had happened. This metaphor magnifies the truth for his love of swimming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-5578370847534193809?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/5578370847534193809/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=5578370847534193809' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/5578370847534193809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/5578370847534193809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/03/jhon-cheever_28.html' title='Jhon Cheever'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-582998411624289954</id><published>2007-03-28T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:32:12.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-582998411624289954?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/582998411624289954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/582998411624289954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/03/jhon-cheever.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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-7434980026557232055.post-4822888926248796229</id><published>2007-03-26T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:39:08.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PA TODAY</title><content type='html'>i hate it,... period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434980026557232055-4822888926248796229?l=iloveproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/4822888926248796229/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434980026557232055&amp;postID=4822888926248796229' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4822888926248796229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434980026557232055/posts/default/4822888926248796229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveproctor.blogspot.com/2007/03/pa-today.html' title='PA TODAY'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526665558993392086</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
