<?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-5055360675657548539</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:27:34.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rabbit Hole</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-7590423364585087109</id><published>2008-12-07T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:43:43.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oz Presentation Yellow Brick Road Slide</title><content type='html'>These are the slides that I made and gave to Kyle to work from for our presentation. I think our group did a good job of finding things that many people wouldn't see as being too connected, as Talbot did, and making those connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw6l_gbTQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9EP18GWIiDA/s1600-h/yellow+brick+road.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277157287748390146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw6l_gbTQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9EP18GWIiDA/s400/yellow+brick+road.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-7590423364585087109?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/7590423364585087109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=7590423364585087109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/7590423364585087109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/7590423364585087109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/oz-presentation-yellow-brick-road-slide.html' title='Oz Presentation Yellow Brick Road Slide'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw6l_gbTQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9EP18GWIiDA/s72-c/yellow+brick+road.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-7155635454314248890</id><published>2008-12-07T13:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:04:17.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oz Presentation Volkov Slide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw6PQUwgUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KDQ0qr_XwZI/s1600-h/Volkov.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277156897125859650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw6PQUwgUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KDQ0qr_XwZI/s400/Volkov.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-7155635454314248890?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/7155635454314248890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=7155635454314248890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/7155635454314248890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/7155635454314248890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/oz-presentation-volkov-slide.html' title='Oz Presentation Volkov Slide'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw6PQUwgUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KDQ0qr_XwZI/s72-c/Volkov.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-8183179116583095521</id><published>2008-12-07T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:02:42.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OZ Presentation Baum Slide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw5bQTG5kI/AAAAAAAAACs/llikHBon0Pc/s1600-h/Baum.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277156003765741122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw5bQTG5kI/AAAAAAAAACs/llikHBon0Pc/s400/Baum.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-8183179116583095521?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/8183179116583095521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=8183179116583095521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/8183179116583095521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/8183179116583095521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/oz-presentation-baum-slide.html' title='OZ Presentation Baum Slide'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw5bQTG5kI/AAAAAAAAACs/llikHBon0Pc/s72-c/Baum.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-2101546568120356411</id><published>2008-12-05T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:31:50.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JoJo- Fairy Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxOhCifkvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YeR9LRDpySM/s1600-h/jojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277179192895574770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxOhCifkvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YeR9LRDpySM/s320/jojo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I found this song on the internet. I had never heard it before, and it isn't perticularly good, but it is relevent. In the song, she bretks down the conventions that we see in fairy tales and says that they don't work in real life. Here are the lyrics and a link to the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fairy Tales- JoJo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the story You read the books Boy meets girl Then they fall forever in love But I know better So here goes a tale Of the realest of the real Listen Now once upon a time in a small world It was everything that I dreamed of He was my gem and I was his pearl Nothing could come between us A prince charming to call my own Until the day that he broke my heart And left me wonderin all alone Pickin my mind and soul apart Used to believe in love (I used to believe in love) Used to believe in fairy tales (In fairy tales) Since my heart's been crushed (It's been crushed) I don't believe in much, I need help (No no no no no) Don't know which way to turn Figure it out for myself I've just started to learn (La da da dee, oh) There's no such thing as fairy tales Is a good story supposed to end Unhappily ever after Just as wonderful as it begins And carry on for a few chapters Baby how come each time I open up I can't seem to get past stage one I guess it's time for me to close up And go back on the shelf because I'm done Used to believe in love (I used to believe in love) Used to believe in fairy tales (In fairy tales) Since my heart's been crushed (Since my heart's been crushed) I don't believe in much, I need help Don't know which way to turn (I don't know which way to turn) Figure it out for myself I've just started to learn (La da da dee oh) There's no such thing as fairy tales Twinkle twinkle little star Why do my dreams seem so far (Why they seem so far) Up above the world so high Won't somebody tell me why (Can you help me) Can you help me out Can you tell me what love is all about Cause I never known it for myself (Don't believe in fairy tales) That's why I don't believe in fairy tales no more Used to believe in love (No more) Used to believe in fairy tales (I used to believe, I used to believe, I used to believe) Since my heart's been crushed I don't believe in much, I need help (I don't believe in much) Don't know which way to turn Figure it out for myself (Oh no no no no no) I've just started to learn (Just started to learn) There's no such thing as fairy tales (There's no such thing as fairy tales) Used to believe in love Used to believe fairy tales (La da da da) Since my heart's been crushed I don't believe in much, I need help Don't know which way to turn (I don't know which way) Figure it out for myself I've just started to learn There's no such thing as fairy tales &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eC9XTIsl_ho"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eC9XTIsl_ho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-2101546568120356411?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/2101546568120356411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=2101546568120356411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/2101546568120356411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/2101546568120356411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/jojo-fairy-tales.html' title='JoJo- Fairy Tales'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxOhCifkvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YeR9LRDpySM/s72-c/jojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-4786001972301105676</id><published>2008-12-04T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:04:40.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Discourse of Fairy Tales</title><content type='html'>Brett Irigoin&lt;br /&gt;English 304&lt;br /&gt;Children’s Literature&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Sexson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Since we were children, most of us have been exposed in one sense or another to fairy tales. Whether our parents read them to us before we went to bed, we read them to our siblings as entertainment, they were told to us by our grandparents, or perhaps we had one of the many cartoon versions of them, they were there. Whichever the case, we all have grown up through an inundation of fairy tales that has shaped and molded us into the people that we are today. Even if we don’t recognize the millions of things in our everyday life that have been influenced in some way or another by fairy tales, this influence is ever present.  So where did these fairy tales and the ideas that come along with them begin?&lt;br /&gt; If nothing written is ever a new idea, based on the idea that everything is a displacement of something else, the Discourse of fairy tales really began when the first words were ever written down. Since prehistory the Discourse of fairy tales has been ever growing and evolving into what we see today, whatever that may be. It is not a typographical error that I am using Discourse with a capital “D”. This is because the Discourse that I am talking about and using is the idea of James Paul Gee. Discourse with a little “d” simply means to communicate through words, but Discourse with a capital “D” according to Gee stands for language plus “other stuff”. (Gee, 16) He uses the term Discourse as a sort of conversation, that encompasses the many different factors that can make up a genre or anything, for example, a group of people. There is no dictionary definition of what a feminist, gang member, patriot, humanist, mother, maiden, or crone is, but instead, a Discourse or conversation of each that is ever growing and evolving. One may not be able to pick out every aspect of these different Discourses, but from our culturally and historically constructed experience of the world each day, we each in a sense have our own conception of every Discourse. It is easier to think of Discourses as webs. They are all connected to the things that make them what they are, while simultaneously being connect to all other Discourses in some way. A change in one Discourse can change a great deal of other Discourses that may be in someway connected to the originally changed Discourse. The Discourse of fairy tales then is not only always changing within its own Discourse, but is also changing as the different aspects that create it change.&lt;br /&gt;One may wonder then, if the Discourse of fairy tales has been going on for so long, and we all have a pretty good idea of the different aspects of that Discourse, then how can it be changing? We have a good idea of the different conventions of fairy tales (themes, archetypes, plots, images, versions) because they have been repeated throughout history in so many different displacements of each of these conventions. This is not done only through people’s writing though. It is not only humans who are talking and interacting with each other through and about the Discourse of fairy tales, but also, the Discourses we represent and enact that are interacting with each other. For example, the Discourse of fairy tales is arguably interacting with the Discourse of Jungian archetypes every day. If then, the idea of the Jungian archetype was in some way being questioned or changed, the affects of such change would be felt in the Discourse of fairy tales and vise versa. Because of this Discourse interaction, no Discourse is ever static. Therefore, what a fairy tale is, and what that entails is then also always changing. The only way to get a true sense of what the Discourse of fairy tales entails then is not only to pull from our experience of fairy tales to date, but to recognize the changes that are occurring in the Discourse as they take place.&lt;br /&gt;Although Discourses are constantly in contact and conversation with each other, the most change to a Discourse arguably comes from human interaction with them. As Gee says, “Intriguingly, we humans are very often unaware of the history of these conversations, and thus, in a deep sense, not fully aware of what we mean (to Discourses) when we act and talk.” (Gee, 18) One way of thinking about this affect that we humans have on Discourses can be by looking at the obvious physical ways that we change a Discourse through actions. For example, one can look at how Hans Christian Anderson decided to have his mermaid in The Little Mermaid dissolve into foam and go live with the “daughters of the air”, while Walt Disney and his creators decided to have a happy ending in which the mermaid is turned into a human in order to marry her prince. Just this little change at the end of this one story changes the story, and more importantly the Discourse of The Little Mermaid, which in turn changes the Discourse of fairy tales as a whole. Depending on what version one was to grow up with thinking life is full of happy endings, or life is full of blackmail as Anderson’s version suggests to children that if they are good that it will take a year off the maidens' time of service, while bad behavior makes them weep, and a day is added for every tear they shed. These are two very different ways of looking at life, and through the collection of our experiences, these Discourses are formed.&lt;br /&gt;Through every fairy tale read, every image admired, every nursery rhyme sung, and every concept that we have been taught about the Discourse all accumulate in our subconscious creating our experience of the Discourse, and even becoming part of our identity. How then can one then push their understanding of the fairy tale Discourse then? The answer to that question is “education”. Gee says that, “Your own Discourse grid is the limit of your understanding and it is the fundamental job of education to give people bigger and better Discourse maps.” In doing so, the experience of the teacher begins to converse with the experience of the learner. When this happens, the Discourse involved begins to change for the student as elements of understanding are changed which then changes the things we write and the way we read. Therefore, Dr. Sexson’s experience in the Discourse of fairy tales has and will continue to change our own Discourse of fairytales, and change the history and larger overarching Discourse of fairy tales around us.&lt;br /&gt;As E.M. Forester once said, “Only connect.” It is easy to see a connection through the inundation of fairy tales as a child, through education on the subject, through conscious and subconscious understanding of the different conventions of the Discourse, through our own experience, and through the experience of those who have taught us, that fairy tales have a direct connection to each of us. This direct connection is between fairy tales and our identities; as students, as teachers, and as people. It is a constant give and take of the Discourse of fairy tales changing us as we change the Discourse of fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works Cited&lt;br /&gt;Gee, James Paul. An Introduction to Discourse Analysis: Theory and Method. London: Routledge, 1999.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-4786001972301105676?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/4786001972301105676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=4786001972301105676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/4786001972301105676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/4786001972301105676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/discourse-of-fairy-tales.html' title='The Discourse of Fairy Tales'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-6799764410950513877</id><published>2008-12-01T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:17:35.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latin Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxLZAOYeoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FG_IpNNQC-U/s1600-h/funk-name.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277175756300515970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxLZAOYeoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FG_IpNNQC-U/s400/funk-name.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I we looking at Hannah Vidrich's blog today, and noticed that she had a website that would translate your name. It looked like fun so I tried it. I was dissapointed though because they didn't have a root for either my first or last name. I wasn't surprised though, because my first name simply means British man and apparently isn't Latin based. My lastname, (Irigoin) is Basque, and Basque is thought to be one of the oldest languages in the world. Basque is one of the only languages that has no tie to any other language. In the Basque country, your family is given their name for where you live. Irigoin then means top of the town. My grandma's maiden name is Bidegaray which means near the road, and my cousin's married name is Irigaray which means near the town. So thanx Hannah for finding that site. I recommend everyone give it a try, because it really is amazing what's in a name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-6799764410950513877?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/6799764410950513877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=6799764410950513877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/6799764410950513877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/6799764410950513877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/latin-name.html' title='Latin Name'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxLZAOYeoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FG_IpNNQC-U/s72-c/funk-name.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-6357513676892009269</id><published>2008-12-01T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:55:19.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw4IRc7i5I/AAAAAAAAACk/nfMqcuoo__g/s1600-h/polar-bear-tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277154578146233234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw4IRc7i5I/AAAAAAAAACk/nfMqcuoo__g/s200/polar-bear-tongue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to find the new commercial for polar bears that has the girl that played Lyra in the &lt;u&gt;Golden Compass&lt;/u&gt; talking on it, but to no avail. I did though find this commercial that has children speaking on it. We have looked a lot into the change from innocence to experience throughout the class, and the idea of fairy tales as nastalgia for adults. In this commercial the children are speaking directly to the adults about the troubles of the polar bear. It is an interesting kind of role reversal going on. Take a look. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ua8jF1ZPaAU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ua8jF1ZPaAU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-6357513676892009269?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/6357513676892009269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=6357513676892009269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/6357513676892009269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/6357513676892009269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/polar-bears.html' title='Polar Bears'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw4IRc7i5I/AAAAAAAAACk/nfMqcuoo__g/s72-c/polar-bear-tongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-8395954693077316226</id><published>2008-11-25T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:23:37.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw-zECtBFI/AAAAAAAAADM/FKs7TQOL69Y/s1600-h/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277161910350709842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw-zECtBFI/AAAAAAAAADM/FKs7TQOL69Y/s400/horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw-cADxNWI/AAAAAAAAADE/dd9qqDT4bHg/s1600-h/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the Daemon test, and this was my result. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Result&lt;br /&gt;Your Daemon is a Horse. You are strong, sturdy, and powerful, as well as loyal to those you love. You are swift and graceful, and like the company of a few friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-8395954693077316226?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/8395954693077316226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=8395954693077316226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/8395954693077316226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/8395954693077316226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-daemon.html' title='My Daemon'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STw-zECtBFI/AAAAAAAAADM/FKs7TQOL69Y/s72-c/horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-1981060505966764422</id><published>2008-11-16T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:25:06.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Connect, Me to Talbot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On page 168 of Talbot's &lt;u&gt;Alice in Sunderland&lt;/u&gt;, the narrator gives a commentary on Sunderland A.F.C, which is the football (soccer) club in Sunderland that is part of the Barclays Premier League. He says, that the team got it's red and white colors from teh Athletic Club Bilbao, which is located in the city of Bilbao in the Basque Country in northern Spain. The connection here, is &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STww6zTxmTI/AAAAAAAAACc/WLxjeAZ5DeI/s1600-h/Tattoo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277146650135075122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STww6zTxmTI/AAAAAAAAACc/WLxjeAZ5DeI/s200/Tattoo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that I am nearly 100% Basque, and met the Basque president in Bilbao this summer in June. I have a couple of Basque tattoos, and am very in tune with my heritage. I am actually planning on moving there after I graduate to play rugby. So there you have it, in a passage that most of the people in the class probably breezed through, I felt completely connected. Here's a picture of one of my tattoos. It says Euskal Herria, which means the Basque Country in Basque. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-1981060505966764422?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/1981060505966764422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=1981060505966764422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/1981060505966764422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/1981060505966764422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/only-connect-me-to-talbot.html' title='Only Connect, Me to Talbot'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STww6zTxmTI/AAAAAAAAACc/WLxjeAZ5DeI/s72-c/Tattoo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-1691349740566873229</id><published>2008-11-12T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:08:50.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz 2</title><content type='html'>Tatar–distinguish between the vaious fairy tale endings we have read in class&lt;br /&gt;Talbot–look over the the pages we have discussed in class&lt;br /&gt;Alice in Wonderland–review Humpty Dumpty, Wool and Water, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, The Caterpillar, and Question of Morals&lt;br /&gt;Class Questions&lt;br /&gt;Name the classical illustrator of the Alice books. –Tenniel&lt;br /&gt;Last word in Beauty and the Beast–Virtue&lt;br /&gt;Who wins after death? –the worms (but Groucho pwns the worms)&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde quothe “life imitates ART”&lt;br /&gt;5 themes of the class–myth, history, coincidence, dream, and art&lt;br /&gt;White Knight could represent whom? –Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;How Doth the Busy Bee Crocodile&lt;br /&gt;Song of the mock turtle–Soup&lt;br /&gt;Why is a raven like a writing desk? –I haven’t the slightest idea&lt;br /&gt;Most quoted after Shakespeare? –LC (not of the Hills)&lt;br /&gt;MYTH is a depersonalized DREAM and DREAM a personalized MYTH&lt;br /&gt;Portmanteau&lt;br /&gt;Rudest of the flowers? –Violet&lt;br /&gt;Anima = Soul&lt;br /&gt;Who is the volcanoe? –Alice&lt;br /&gt;Where does Alice live? –our collective unconscious&lt;br /&gt;Alice shrinks to 10in&lt;br /&gt;Deleted chapter in Alice? –The Wasp in the Wig&lt;br /&gt;How does Alice offend the mouse? –mentioning of her cat&lt;br /&gt;Intent of literature of Protestant Reformation? –teach moral values&lt;br /&gt;1st Bible publish in America in what language? –Algonquin&lt;br /&gt;Animals sparked curiosity? –mammoth and ape&lt;br /&gt;Guttenberg printing press&lt;br /&gt;Why is Mad Hatter mad? — (misplaced concreteness) mercury in hatband&lt;br /&gt;anagram???&lt;br /&gt;white rabbit drops white glove and fan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-1691349740566873229?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/1691349740566873229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=1691349740566873229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/1691349740566873229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/1691349740566873229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz-2.html' title='Quiz 2'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-3651806415830319523</id><published>2008-11-10T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:05:00.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase My Rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last week at the end of class, still pondering the ways of Lewis Carroll, I finished writing down my last note. Which happened to be a title to a song which was "The Beginning of the End of the Beginning" by The Smashing Pumpkins which had popped into my mind after writing down "Innocence to experience to Innocense" as a note. One little detail about the title was that I had written it "The Beginning of the Beginning of the End." Switching just those two words seemed for some reason, still being in the world of upside down backward and forward with Alice, to have some significance. The two titles have two very different meanings in two different places in a story. One means the story is just starting and the other just ending. This may not get to a point, but go ahead and ponder it if you feel it necessary.&lt;br /&gt;I then grabbed my ipod, placed the buds in my ears, and pushed play. A steady techno beat started up in my ear with some som eary tones. As the song continues it continually picks up in speed, with high notes going from high to low very rapidly. As I hear this I feel inclined to look down to see what the song is. The title is "Chase My Rabbit". This instantly makes me think of Alice, and as I continue listening to the song I begin to feel just like she does as she falls down the hole. As the music continues to get faster and faster I feel as though I am spinning out of control. The beat suddenly changes to a steady medium pace as though she had just hesitated to grab a jar of marmalade as the music mellows out for about a minute (which isn't that long in a six minute song), before spiraling out of control again. When the song finished I put all of this out of my mind as I began to listen to the next song. My thoughts of Alice didn't seem to have significance at the time.&lt;br /&gt;That was until today in class when someone, I'm sorry I've forgotten who, said that Walter Pater said "All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music" and it all came rushing back. Of course this song was some sort of a displacement of &lt;u&gt;Alice's Adventures in Wonderland&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Through the Looking Glass&lt;/u&gt; whether knowingly or not.&lt;br /&gt;Surely...possibly...maybe, but then again maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Did she shrink ten inches or did she shrink to ten inches?&lt;br /&gt;Makes you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SRjWwkRVFOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xtjpYCkvDo4/s1600-h/51UmRxXZ0VL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267195894068221154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SRjWwkRVFOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xtjpYCkvDo4/s200/51UmRxXZ0VL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to the song if you'd like to go on an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;"Chase My Rabbit" by Marcus Schossow, mixed by Tiesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMw5wyVPNXg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMw5wyVPNXg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-3651806415830319523?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/3651806415830319523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=3651806415830319523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/3651806415830319523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/3651806415830319523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/chase-my-rabbit.html' title='Chase My Rabbit'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SRjWwkRVFOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xtjpYCkvDo4/s72-c/51UmRxXZ0VL__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-2524462993986753167</id><published>2008-11-10T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:54:31.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig and Pepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STwpvOJhP3I/AAAAAAAAACE/EbXep4SSSMQ/s1600-h/Pig+and+pepper+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277138754599993202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STwpvOJhP3I/AAAAAAAAACE/EbXep4SSSMQ/s200/Pig+and+pepper+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I would have to say that my favorite chapter in &lt;u&gt;Alice's Adventures in Wonderland&lt;/u&gt; would have to be Pig and Pepper. I think that it is the sheer madness of the chapter that really reminds me of my dreams. Everything that one would believe would not happen in a house that a baby is being nursed does happen. From the baby being shaked violently to pots and pans nearly taking off the poor child's nose. I can relate to the way that Alice is trying to be logical and show some of her own knowledge when talking about the axis of the Earth, in a sort of attempt to find some normalcy in that chaos that is surrounding her. It is a pretty basic instinct for someone to try to reconfigure chaos into something that is familiar, but as soon as she does so, the Duchess takes her familiar speech and changes it. Alice is talking about the earth's axis and the Duchess says, "Talking of axes, chop off her head!" In this switching of axis to axes, the Duchess takes away all hopes of being in a comfort zone for Alice, and throws her back into &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STwp2g9cFEI/AAAAAAAAACM/f8S-6nT_TF8/s1600-h/pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277138879908680770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STwp2g9cFEI/AAAAAAAAACM/f8S-6nT_TF8/s200/pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chaos. Alice continues to changes things in her "dream", but is never quite in control. This can be clearly seen as she steals the baby in order to save it from the Duchess and the pot and pan throwing cook, but even in this attempt, the outcome is out of her control. The baby eventually turning into a pig and running away shows the lack of control that she possesses in this world of dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-2524462993986753167?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/2524462993986753167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=2524462993986753167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/2524462993986753167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/2524462993986753167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/pig-and-pepper.html' title='Pig and Pepper'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STwpvOJhP3I/AAAAAAAAACE/EbXep4SSSMQ/s72-c/Pig+and+pepper+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-3919140047811287334</id><published>2008-11-09T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:46:03.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxD-wbyTWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/O4VlZPXwwrw/s1600-h/through.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277167608803773794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxD-wbyTWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/O4VlZPXwwrw/s400/through.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is actually quite rare that I ever remember my dreams, but when I do they are generally lucid dreams in which I have some control over them. I say some control, because I feel as though I am in control in certain parts, but other parts are out of my control. In the dream I had last night, I was at work, at the Pour House as a bouncer. It was somewhat of a crazy night, because I was dreaming, and everyone war dancing around and jumping up on tables. Out of nowhere a fight broke out, and I rushed over to help. Just as I arrived, three guys started to punch me. I tried to fight back, but every time I tried to throw a punch it was like some force of nature would stop my arm about a foot away from my target. The harder that I tried, the less affective I was, until at last I woke up, just as I got hit in the face. That seems to be the way dreams work though, as soon as you think that you are in control of them, you find out that you aren't, and usually wake up. I know that some people believe that their dreams come true, but I sure hope that I don't have that power! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-3919140047811287334?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/3919140047811287334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=3919140047811287334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/3919140047811287334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/3919140047811287334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-dream.html' title='My Dream'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxD-wbyTWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/O4VlZPXwwrw/s72-c/through.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-2466175689226467782</id><published>2008-11-02T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:04:16.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Illusions in Donnie Darko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxILw36lLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t96A7A1h5wE/s1600-h/portal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277172230306567346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxILw36lLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t96A7A1h5wE/s400/portal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Donnie Darko is a movie starring Jake Gyllenhaal as Donnie &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxIC1hY43I/AAAAAAAAAE0/N4TiviGguQY/s1600-h/portal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darko. It is a movie about a boy who is having end of the world images that involve a person named Frank in a rabbit suit. The first time that Frank visits him, Donnie is sleepwalking in the golf course near his house, but after this first time, Frank seems to appear as more of a hallucination. As he struggles with the out of body experiences that involve Frank the Rabbit, Donnie begins to look into the world of &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxICmzXFyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ULxlKV15elI/s1600-h/Frank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277172072984287010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxICmzXFyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ULxlKV15elI/s400/Frank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;portals. He believes that he can see portals coming out of his own chest, telling him where to go and what to do. Another portal is revealed in the end of the movie, explainging where Frank came from, and how a jet engine miraculously fell out of the sky and landed in Donnie's room. Donnie goes through the movie in a dreamlike state, becasue he doesn't know what is real and what is not real, much like Alice in Wonderland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-2466175689226467782?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/2466175689226467782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=2466175689226467782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/2466175689226467782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/2466175689226467782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/alice-illusions-in-donnie-darko.html' title='Alice Illusions in Donnie Darko'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxILw36lLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t96A7A1h5wE/s72-c/portal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-3439357313104767559</id><published>2008-10-19T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:32:03.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SPvQKGCiJdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JDqeTe7YONE/s1600-h/j+lov.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259025861723694546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SPvQKGCiJdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JDqeTe7YONE/s320/j+lov.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Beauty of a woman is a rare treasure.&lt;br /&gt;She must remember it won't last forever.&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty may help her get her way,&lt;br /&gt;but this beauty may not stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she grows older she will see&lt;br /&gt;that her bosom begins to visit her knees.&lt;br /&gt;Also that look that she gives with her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;may eventually be her demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she may be hot today,&lt;br /&gt;some day it will begin to go away.&lt;br /&gt;Right now she may be gorgeous,&lt;br /&gt;but eventually she may be bulberous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With fat that rolls like a ball,&lt;br /&gt;and skin that can stretch down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;You once were beautiful my grace,&lt;br /&gt;but now I wouldn't even touch your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-3439357313104767559?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/3439357313104767559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=3439357313104767559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/3439357313104767559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/3439357313104767559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/10/moral.html' title='Moral'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SPvQKGCiJdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JDqeTe7YONE/s72-c/j+lov.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-3646746873443299344</id><published>2008-10-19T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:32:18.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well here are my notes so far. I don't write down everything, and what I do write is in a way that I understand it, so I don't expect you to understand it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notrhrop Frye- All literature is displaced myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google- Red Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are little creatures of repetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Tales- things always happen three times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 8- Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;From the Beast to the Blonde: On Fairy Tales and theie Tellers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Feminine in Fairy Tales&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fairy Tales and After&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Little Red Riding Hood- Unlocked&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pipers at the Gates of Dawn- The Wisdom of Childrens Literature&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Classic Fairy Tales&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Assignment- One page displacement of a fairytale in Realism. don't use fairy tale conventions. Due Sept. 19 Single Spaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Red Riding Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hansel and Grettle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupunzel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Beard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East of the Sun West of the Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice- displacement of Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard Chace - Linguist - Anguish Languish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatar pg. 105- Rapunzel- let your hair down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persephone and Demeter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mirror Mirror on the Wall&lt;/u&gt; - Bernheimer - &lt;u&gt;Brothers and Bears\&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no Original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misplaced Concretentss- giving "historical" meanint to something that came from something else. - saying the history of a fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary Landscape- Thompson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Iron John-&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Robert Tottu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.M. Forrester - "Only Connect"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Man Reading-&lt;/u&gt; Dr. Michael Sexson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-William Blake - "See the whole world in a grain of sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google- Hysteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Conscious literature can last 6000 years" - Imaginary Landscapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thompson- 1. Literally reading Myths 2. Structural reading - patterns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alladin- im not history Im mythology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google- &lt;u&gt;The White Goddess&lt;/u&gt;- Robert Graves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Three part Goddess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maiden- virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chrone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patterning Imaery throughout Fairy Tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twos- sets and pairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demeter Persophone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother Daughter&lt;br /&gt;Mothers and Daughters are stable but boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Male introduced to mix things up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notrhrop Frye - Popular lit. offers us an unobstructed view of literature and their archatypes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-effemeral rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archatype- manafestation of the constant collective unconscience of humankind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Sexson- &lt;u&gt;Man Reading&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Similes to Metaphores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;u&gt;Lasting &lt;/u&gt;Fairytales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Hidden Adult&lt;/u&gt;- Nodelman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Payne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala land- dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herminudics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groundhogs day - Nietzsche's Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Assignment- What is a child? What is a book? what is nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowing = sign of infinite respect- recognizing the divinity in another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hans the Hedgehog- King is lost =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The kind of dreams you only dream about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Husband and wife can't have children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one year and one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Princess of sweetness and cherry pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;east of the sun west of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Turning from beast to man- 1. Frogpince 2. Beauty and the beast 3. Hans my hedgehog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Rash Promise- Jeptha's Daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mairriage as Obduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The Monster Baby" - Black sheep- ugly duckling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The land of milk and honey- Hebrews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whitman- I can contradict myself, I am vast. I contain multitudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Frye- Low mimetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cinderella- starts low- ends high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Paul Newman- looks like little Red Riding Hood. Got those parts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assignment- Write a rebuttle to the moral of Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grim version of Cinderella- Left slipper stuck to stairs - Cut off big toe and heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Birds pirching on the shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dickens- in love with Little Red Riding Hood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stith Tompson- The Beast Groom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Being on both side of the pages." - Dr. Sexson, on reading Fairytales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;King Kong- Beauty and the Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"All Marriage is rape." -Dr. Sexson- rape/obduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Celebrate Marriage- because it's jus ta way to get more people/children in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-3646746873443299344?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/3646746873443299344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=3646746873443299344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/3646746873443299344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/3646746873443299344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/10/notes.html' title='Notes'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-1769769315911844012</id><published>2008-10-16T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:36:07.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxBWdWSWjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aAkvLNTvesE/s1600-h/White-Rabbit-Poster-C10006703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277164717462411826" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxBC-sJYBI/AAAAAAAAADU/cDHl4DYZ1kI/s320/3F1WCAX6PXK0CAFM1TNFCACDTIZWCARALADACA4SIIYOCAQD4TM6CAVLZZOBCAKDJBNOCAGEFF0QCA3TQJGFCA3TIX3MCAMOUQC4CAYBFBB8CAR2I6OLCAJQ5X82CA4AJG3XCAOOUPY3CAXL1EE6CAH3Z5MS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to make a slideshow of these pics, but I couldn't figure out how, so I'll just put them in a post. I think that it is fascinating what people have done artistically with the idea of the white rabbit. See for yourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-1769769315911844012?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/1769769315911844012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=1769769315911844012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/1769769315911844012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/1769769315911844012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-rabbit.html' title='White Rabbit'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxBWdWSWjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aAkvLNTvesE/s72-c/White-Rabbit-Poster-C10006703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-2736211616131746084</id><published>2008-10-16T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:31:06.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misplaced Concreteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SPvLFjHJWPI/AAAAAAAAABs/fkKOiCzssos/s1600-h/mermaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259020286070184178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SPvLFjHJWPI/AAAAAAAAABs/fkKOiCzssos/s320/mermaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to look to the internet to try to find the best example of "misplaced concreteness." Low and behold...here it is. This exemplifies what one looks for to explain the term. In the clip, the creator has found all the footage that he or she can of "real" mermaids in the world. It may not have been for the purpose of proving &lt;em&gt;The Little Mermaid,&lt;/em&gt; but it is trying to prove that mermaids are real. Therefore, the story could be hypathetically real. It is really something, so give it a look. I've been trying to get the video on my blog, but I can't seem to figure it out, but here is the link to the vide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBfrGDbmGxU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBfrGDbmGxU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-2736211616131746084?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/2736211616131746084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=2736211616131746084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/2736211616131746084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/2736211616131746084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/10/misplaced-concreteness.html' title='Misplaced Concreteness'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SPvLFjHJWPI/AAAAAAAAABs/fkKOiCzssos/s72-c/mermaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-680726719240972714</id><published>2008-10-03T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:08:40.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SOZs0z0_m_I/AAAAAAAAABM/4W9h2Ys9pHY/s1600-h/180px-KidsindoorwayC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253005669895740402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SOZs0z0_m_I/AAAAAAAAABM/4W9h2Ys9pHY/s320/180px-KidsindoorwayC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is a child? By definition, a child as a human being that is between birth and puberty. I like to think though that "child" is a state of mind. An ignorance, or a willing to be ignorant, or suspend one's own disbelief in order to use one's imagination to it's fullest extent. There is still a child in each of us, and it is up to us to either suppress it or let it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is a book? I think a book is anything with a cover and pages that can engage a person's &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SOZtL4aQHHI/AAAAAAAAABU/XCTvnybapEM/s1600-h/CMUMCATA118CCAZMKLH9CAF3MC08CARPTI9QCAS57SL2CAHQD3HJCAT6D818CAHGW01ZCAXMA6FRCA313FC0CAZPNNOCCAJWN6GZCAWRO2W4CAMPQ0QKCAWQA1Q5CAZT7LNTCAGE7B3PCAUWYL6FCAPDSIBK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253006066262744178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SOZtL4aQHHI/AAAAAAAAABU/XCTvnybapEM/s320/CMUMCATA118CCAZMKLH9CAF3MC08CARPTI9QCAS57SL2CAHQD3HJCAT6D818CAHGW01ZCAXMA6FRCA313FC0CAZPNNOCCAJWN6GZCAWRO2W4CAMPQ0QKCAWQA1Q5CAZT7LNTCAGE7B3PCAUWYL6FCAPDSIBK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mind. I would say a reader's mind, but not all books have or need to have words. If a picture tells a thousand words, then a picture book has more words than most large novels. It is just up to the person looking at the pictures to write those words in their own imaginations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SOZtgc8HAAI/AAAAAAAAABc/m4iTz9CCo8M/s1600-h/nature-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SOZtpcAW6iI/AAAAAAAAABk/vNpE_sAWzM4/s1600-h/nature-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253006574034020898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SOZtpcAW6iI/AAAAAAAAABk/vNpE_sAWzM4/s320/nature-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is nature? What a question. Nature is all things natural in the world. Everything around us that has been here in some form from the beginning of the earth, whatevery one may believe that to be. It is everything from deep into the earth to above the sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-680726719240972714?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/680726719240972714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=680726719240972714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/680726719240972714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/680726719240972714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-child-by-definition-child-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SOZs0z0_m_I/AAAAAAAAABM/4W9h2Ys9pHY/s72-c/180px-KidsindoorwayC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-6850447297225856791</id><published>2008-09-24T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:04:38.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing the Ladder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STwsIlBK8HI/AAAAAAAAACU/gP52mUq1LFg/s1600-h/maid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277141389258977394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STwsIlBK8HI/AAAAAAAAACU/gP52mUq1LFg/s200/maid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we have been talking about in class a great deal, everything is a displacement of something else. I was recently forced to watch quite possibly the worst movie ever, but I actually did get something out of it. The movie was called &lt;u&gt;The Maid in Manhatten&lt;/u&gt;. Many of you may know this movie, and many of you may like it. The movie stars Jennifer Lopez as a maid that eventually falls in love with a wealthy man that is staying in the hotel in which she works. Of course they fall in love with eachother, and she is taken to a ball with him in a beautiful gown. I was trying to decide why I didn't enjoy this movie, other than the fact that the acting wasn't great, and there wasn't a lot of comedy or action. I finally decided that it was because this stock plot is just a displacement of Cinderella. From conventions A-Z this is a near exact displacement of the story of Cinderella. This idea of starting at the bottom, and through love making it to the top is a convention that we are quite familiar with. In many cases, following the conventions of a fairy tale makes it easy for us to identify with the characters and plot, but if it is too closely copied, it can make the film too familiar, losing the allure of the timeless plot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-6850447297225856791?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/6850447297225856791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=6850447297225856791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/6850447297225856791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/6850447297225856791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/climbing-ladder.html' title='Climbing the Ladder'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STwsIlBK8HI/AAAAAAAAACU/gP52mUq1LFg/s72-c/maid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-7303998607996864471</id><published>2008-09-24T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:00:06.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Displacement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SNsa1DWhC2I/AAAAAAAAABE/DNljLUJX7HA/s1600-h/13_Assassination_of_Humpty_Dumpty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249819289365580642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SNsa1DWhC2I/AAAAAAAAABE/DNljLUJX7HA/s320/13_Assassination_of_Humpty_Dumpty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SNsWexZQK3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RiJAdSqhqZM/s1600-h/Humpty_Dumpty_by_Geyzerrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249814508541586290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SNsWexZQK3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RiJAdSqhqZM/s320/Humpty_Dumpty_by_Geyzerrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Hey dude,” John hollered from the bathroom, “Did you see the end of that LSU game last night?”&lt;br /&gt;“Ya man, it was insanity.” I answered from the couch as I took the last sip of my now-warm beer. The game the night before was the SEC Championship, which John had to miss because he had work. “It was one of the better games I’ve seen in a while man. There was like fifteen seconds left in the fourth quarter and USC was up five after kicking a field goal. So of course they have to kick off to Hank Dempsey. And I mean, have you seen him, he’s so dangerous with the ball in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;“Ya dude. He’s nuts man.”&lt;br /&gt;“Well he was pretty much their only offensive weapon in the second half. Everyone else was shutdown completely for LSU except for Dempsey. So he catches the ball at about the five yard-line on the kickoff and takes off. He hits the twenty and breaks it to the outside with blockers in-front of him. The kicker comes up and makes a worthless attempt at a tackle at about the forty-five yard line and Dempsey gets to the sideline. He’s tip-toeing the sideline for about ten yards, and there’s no one in front of him, so if he keeps his balance he’s gone. After about six or seven steps though he can’t keep his balance and goes out of bounds at about USC’s thirty.” I explained in about ten seconds.&lt;br /&gt;“Dang, dude! Was there any time on the clock when Dempsey went out of bounds?” John asked dejected. See, John’s a huge LSU fan, and this is the first he’s heard about the game because he had the graveyard shift last night.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” I elaborate, “there was seven seconds left on the clock when he went out, but when he finally fell out of bounds he stepped in a sprinkler head and broke his ankle.”&lt;br /&gt;“Damn!” John shouted.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, man, they called a timeout to see if the trainers and doctors could get him back on the field, but they just couldn’t get him fixed up enough to get him back out there. So they ran one more play, and the quarterback through a perfect ball into the end-zone to a wide open receiver who dropped the ball. If Dempsey could have been fixed up in time to get back into the game they would have had a chance to win.”&lt;br /&gt;“Man. That is the saddest ending to a story I’ve heard in a long time.” John said as he opened the fridge, “I am in serious need of a beer.” &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SNsaoPCMkkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RHyY0F2mC7E/s1600-h/13_Assassination_of_Humpty_Dumpty.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-7303998607996864471?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/7303998607996864471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=7303998607996864471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/7303998607996864471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/7303998607996864471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/displacement.html' title='Displacement'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SNsa1DWhC2I/AAAAAAAAABE/DNljLUJX7HA/s72-c/13_Assassination_of_Humpty_Dumpty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-2011502695268016465</id><published>2008-09-18T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:28:10.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture's worth a thousand words.</title><content type='html'>If you like my "Rabbit Hole" picture, then you may like this web-site. The photographer is named Cyril Helnwein. He has an entire portfolio dedicated to photographs of all things involved with myth and Fairytails. I will probably end up using some more of his photography because I know that I have a lot to say about his photos, but for now, I must run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyrilhelnwein.com/"&gt;http://www.cyrilhelnwein.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-2011502695268016465?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/2011502695268016465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=2011502695268016465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/2011502695268016465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/2011502695268016465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/pictures-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A picture&apos;s worth a thousand words.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055360675657548539.post-5095773945413113783</id><published>2008-09-15T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:20:59.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxMEqsfSOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_aZOo4EEQ_Q/s1600-h/haha-dork-i-bet-your-dogs-name-is-ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277176506435455202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxMEqsfSOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_aZOo4EEQ_Q/s400/haha-dork-i-bet-your-dogs-name-is-ipod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5055360675657548539-5095773945413113783?l=wheresmychippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/feeds/5095773945413113783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5055360675657548539&amp;postID=5095773945413113783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/5095773945413113783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5055360675657548539/posts/default/5095773945413113783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresmychippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356421740934758277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/SM50DseDI0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIq_LTVsGh8/S220/alex.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CdUoFHUVn38/STxMEqsfSOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_aZOo4EEQ_Q/s72-c/haha-dork-i-bet-your-dogs-name-is-ipod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
