The Blue Mockingbird (Melanotis caerulescens) is a species of bird in the Mimidae family. It is endemic to Mexico, but has occurred as a vagrant in the southern United States. Its natural habitats are subtropical or tropical dry forests, subtropical or tropical moist montanes, and heavily degraded former forest.
The Blue Mockingbird is uniformly blue on its back, tail, wings, head and underbelly. This color is a result of feather structure rather than pigment, and therefore can look gray in the shade. It has a black "mask" surrounding its reddish-brown eyes. It has a rather long, slightly graduated tail, and dark blue streaks over its breast. Its bill is long, thin and slightly curved, and its legs and feet are black.
I think that the surroundings of Maycomb would probably have a small forest, no lake or water body but a large open space.
I think the mockingbirds live in Maycomb because they are native to Maycomb, I also suspect that they are blue mockingbirds as blue mockingbirds are native to southern states and Maycomb, though fictional, was stated to be in Alabama, which is in the south of the United States.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Home Learning Assignment: Intrapersonal a.
I would like to be friends with Dill. In the novel Dill has been portrayed as a very fun character and it also said that Dill was always preoccupied with the Radley house, a sign that he was braver than Jem even though he was younger. Jem and Scout constantly warned him of the dangers but it did not stop him at all and he was constantly thinking of making Boo Radley appear because he wanted to see what he looked like, he even dared Jem later to touch the Radley house.
Dill was a very fun character as Jem and Scout always looked forward to the summer where Dill would come down from Meridian and spend the holidays with them. Among the activities they did together they especially loved to enact stories, and Dill was an expert at acting, and Scout said Dill could fit into any character's part with ease, making himself appear tall if he needed to play the villian.
At times Dill was mischievous and disobedient. He knew very well Atticus did not want Jem, Scout or himself for that matter to harrass Boo Radley. However, he still insisted on trying to make him come out, for instance the time he wanted to pass the note to Mr Radley to try and make Boo Radley come out of his house so he could see him, in the end he was scolded by Atticus but that still did not stop him.
In view of this I feel that Dill was probably the most fun character in the book and thus I would like to be friends with him.
Dill was a very fun character as Jem and Scout always looked forward to the summer where Dill would come down from Meridian and spend the holidays with them. Among the activities they did together they especially loved to enact stories, and Dill was an expert at acting, and Scout said Dill could fit into any character's part with ease, making himself appear tall if he needed to play the villian.
At times Dill was mischievous and disobedient. He knew very well Atticus did not want Jem, Scout or himself for that matter to harrass Boo Radley. However, he still insisted on trying to make him come out, for instance the time he wanted to pass the note to Mr Radley to try and make Boo Radley come out of his house so he could see him, in the end he was scolded by Atticus but that still did not stop him.
In view of this I feel that Dill was probably the most fun character in the book and thus I would like to be friends with him.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Casino in Singapore, the effects
I feel that the casino being built in Singapore is not a bad thing to the people.
During such times like now, it is good that the government has made the decision to build the casino. Though many have spoken against it, it provides more good than bad to the country.
The increase of money from tourism, more jobs, and ultimately, more revenue for the country.
Of course gambling is bad, but in the end, the decision to gamble is made by the person himself or herself. The casino does not force the person to keep gambling, it merely provides the country with an added form or source of entertainment.
Gambling is bad because it causes people a lot of harm. Broken families, heavy debt, the list goes on.
But that is a story from one point. The gambling addict. Take another poor man with a family, for example, who has always been good at dealing cards. The casino employs him, and gives him a handsome pay, all of a sudden this man can have a stable job and he can put good food on the table for his wife and children. Indirectly the casino has brought him out of his misery as a poor man and he will be thankful for the job that was given to him.
Again, back to my point, gamblers are gamblers because of their greed. Money is what drives them to gamble, and gamble until they cannot stop or are broke. The choice lies within the person himself or herself. If that person has the self-control to tell himself, "Stop, I've spent too much here. If this continues I'll be in deep trouble, " and corrects his behaviour, this person has enjoyed his game there, yet he knows that he will not be debt-ridden, or have to face an angry family when he gets home.
I am for the casino. If you were to argue, for that one person's job, how many have completely ruined their future, I would again say that a gambler can change his lifestyle with help and his sheer willpower, but a lack of jobs cannot be overcome by sheer wilpower, a company has to be opened, a business started, and someone has to give these people a place to work.
During such times like now, it is good that the government has made the decision to build the casino. Though many have spoken against it, it provides more good than bad to the country.
The increase of money from tourism, more jobs, and ultimately, more revenue for the country.
Of course gambling is bad, but in the end, the decision to gamble is made by the person himself or herself. The casino does not force the person to keep gambling, it merely provides the country with an added form or source of entertainment.
Gambling is bad because it causes people a lot of harm. Broken families, heavy debt, the list goes on.
But that is a story from one point. The gambling addict. Take another poor man with a family, for example, who has always been good at dealing cards. The casino employs him, and gives him a handsome pay, all of a sudden this man can have a stable job and he can put good food on the table for his wife and children. Indirectly the casino has brought him out of his misery as a poor man and he will be thankful for the job that was given to him.
Again, back to my point, gamblers are gamblers because of their greed. Money is what drives them to gamble, and gamble until they cannot stop or are broke. The choice lies within the person himself or herself. If that person has the self-control to tell himself, "Stop, I've spent too much here. If this continues I'll be in deep trouble, " and corrects his behaviour, this person has enjoyed his game there, yet he knows that he will not be debt-ridden, or have to face an angry family when he gets home.
I am for the casino. If you were to argue, for that one person's job, how many have completely ruined their future, I would again say that a gambler can change his lifestyle with help and his sheer willpower, but a lack of jobs cannot be overcome by sheer wilpower, a company has to be opened, a business started, and someone has to give these people a place to work.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Robert Frost's Poems
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost's Poems
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost's Poems
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Favourite Poet: Robert Frost
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life — 'It goes on' " -- Robert Frost. Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, California to journalist William Prescott Frost, Jr. and Isabelle Moodie.
Frost grew up in the city, and published his first poem in his high school's magazine. He attended Dartmouth College long enough to be accepted into the Theta Delta Chi fraternity. Frost returned home to teach and to work at various jobs including delivering newspapers and factory labor. He did not enjoy these jobs at all, feeling his true calling as a poet.
In 1894 he sold his first poem, "My Butterfly: An Elegy" (published in the November 8, 1894 edition of the New York Independent) for fifteen dollars.
Later, in 1912, Frost sailed with his family to Great Britain, living first in Glasgow before settling in Beaconsfield outside London. His first book of poetry, A Boy's Will, was published the next year. In England he made some important acquaintances, including Edward Thomas (a member of the group known as the Dymock Poets), T.E. Hulme, and Ezra Pound.
As World War I began, Frost returned to America in 1915. He bought a farm in Franconia, New Hampshire, where he launched a career of writing, teaching, and lecturing.
Frost was 86 when he spoke and performed a reading of his poetry at the inauguration of President John F. Kennedy on January 20, 1961. Some two years later, on January 29, 1963, he died, in Boston, of complications from prostate surgery. He was buried at the Old Bennington Cemetery in Bennington, Vermont. His epitaph reads, "I had a lover's quarrel with the world."
Robert Frost was a great poet but his personal life was constantly plagued with loss and grief. His father died of tuberculosis in 1885, when Frost was 11, leaving the family with just $8. Frost's mother died of cancer in 1900. In 1920, Frost had to commit his younger sister, Jeanie, to a mental hospital, where she died nine years later. Mental illness apparently ran in Frost's family, as both he and his mother suffered from depression, and his daughter Irma was committed to a mental hospital in 1947. Frost's wife, Elinor, also experienced bouts of depression.
Elinor and Robert Frost had six children: son Elliot (1896–1904, died of cholera), daughter Lesley Frost Ballantine (1899–1983), son Carol (1902–1940, committed suicide), daughter Irma (1903–1967), daughter Marjorie (1905–1934, died as a result of puerperal fever after childbirth), and daughter Elinor Bettina (died three days after birth in 1907). Only Lesley and Irma outlived their father. Frost's wife, who had heart problems throughout her life, developed breast cancer in 1937, and died of heart failure in 1938.
Frost's poems are sometimes said to present pessimistic and menacing undertones which often are either unrecognized or unanalyzed behind a sometimes charmingly familiar and rural façade.
Frost grew up in the city, and published his first poem in his high school's magazine. He attended Dartmouth College long enough to be accepted into the Theta Delta Chi fraternity. Frost returned home to teach and to work at various jobs including delivering newspapers and factory labor. He did not enjoy these jobs at all, feeling his true calling as a poet.
In 1894 he sold his first poem, "My Butterfly: An Elegy" (published in the November 8, 1894 edition of the New York Independent) for fifteen dollars.
Later, in 1912, Frost sailed with his family to Great Britain, living first in Glasgow before settling in Beaconsfield outside London. His first book of poetry, A Boy's Will, was published the next year. In England he made some important acquaintances, including Edward Thomas (a member of the group known as the Dymock Poets), T.E. Hulme, and Ezra Pound.
As World War I began, Frost returned to America in 1915. He bought a farm in Franconia, New Hampshire, where he launched a career of writing, teaching, and lecturing.
Frost was 86 when he spoke and performed a reading of his poetry at the inauguration of President John F. Kennedy on January 20, 1961. Some two years later, on January 29, 1963, he died, in Boston, of complications from prostate surgery. He was buried at the Old Bennington Cemetery in Bennington, Vermont. His epitaph reads, "I had a lover's quarrel with the world."
Robert Frost was a great poet but his personal life was constantly plagued with loss and grief. His father died of tuberculosis in 1885, when Frost was 11, leaving the family with just $8. Frost's mother died of cancer in 1900. In 1920, Frost had to commit his younger sister, Jeanie, to a mental hospital, where she died nine years later. Mental illness apparently ran in Frost's family, as both he and his mother suffered from depression, and his daughter Irma was committed to a mental hospital in 1947. Frost's wife, Elinor, also experienced bouts of depression.
Elinor and Robert Frost had six children: son Elliot (1896–1904, died of cholera), daughter Lesley Frost Ballantine (1899–1983), son Carol (1902–1940, committed suicide), daughter Irma (1903–1967), daughter Marjorie (1905–1934, died as a result of puerperal fever after childbirth), and daughter Elinor Bettina (died three days after birth in 1907). Only Lesley and Irma outlived their father. Frost's wife, who had heart problems throughout her life, developed breast cancer in 1937, and died of heart failure in 1938.
Frost's poems are sometimes said to present pessimistic and menacing undertones which often are either unrecognized or unanalyzed behind a sometimes charmingly familiar and rural façade.
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