I dont have the exact formula from the dome but it goes something like this:
Other stuff im missing.
1. Shred Cheese
2. Boil noodles
3. Mix sour cream and butter and other stuff.
4. stagger mac and mix in pan.
5. bake it
6. baked mac
So macaroni is just grain and most cheeses are just salt and milk which is separated. Sour cream is just spoiled cream, butter is also just salt and milk. Come to think of it, there really isnt much to this dish. Its all 100% processed. The salt content here is cray cray. The only thing saving you is the absorbency of the macaroni and the deliciousness of the dish as a whole. The wheat to make the dough to make the macaroni was probably organically grown, whatever that means. There arnt many salt mines in the us, in fact it probably came from pakistan. cheese is made in the Us. Wisconsin is famous as the cheese state. Overall the meal is medium to produce. Compared to other common soul food meals, greens, string beans, beans etc, which only really take one ingredient and then spices, macaroni has a few ingredients. Macaroni is pretty cheep, cheese isnt though. getting enough to make a full thing of macaroni cost a bit.
I learned about in depth about what I already new: the food I eat is weird and bad in so many ways. These ways include being horizontally engineered somehow from corn or beans. I had heard somewhere that corn was the miracle seed, but I didnt know why until I saw the video about it.
Generally, thanks to this unit I am disgusted at the meat industry. Lust for profit makes poorly raised cattle and chicken end up on my darn dinner plate. I learned how many things actually go on and in my meat before it gets to me, like insecticides, chemicals too numerous and confusing to name, poo (seriously?) and worst of all, corn!
What else did we do... oh yea. Diabetes is bad for me. I dont have it yet, but I might in the future because my diet is high in sugar. But that's not all my fault, sugary stuff tastes great and is readily available almost everywhere. Also, our ancestors have evolved so that we are attracted to sweet stuff.
Also the brain. Crazy stuff.
Our Project is about the Three Mile Island disaster at Harrisburg PA. Three Mile Island or TMI for short, was a nuclear facility that provided power for many Pennsylvanians.
My project is a modified water bottle that lights at the hand strap. The battery rests covered between your hand space and the lights/strap. The lighting mechanism is the cap. When the cap is in an open position it turns on. I choose to do this because a lot of other people stole my ideas before I could plan them. My bottle was nearby and I got a quick bit of inspiration.
- What surprised me about this information is how the events occurring in the world effects where people move and why. I never explored why there were so many european immigrants during the early 20th century, and the reasons surprised me.
- What seemed obvious about the data set was the migration during the beginning of ww2 and how it was effected by the U.S/Japan tension.
- Well the United States is predicted to be in a major war with (anihC) in the near future so I predict the immigration will be effected pretty heavily.
- "Do you want to do a keynote?"
"Ok lets to a keynote."
- The only part of the group work that was challenging was finding a source for facts.
- The only thing I would do differently is I would try to get a better source for my information.
I learned from the benchmark to see traveling from a different perspective. I also learned to create a guide in spanish using my knowledge of the city i live in.
I felt like I didn't quite know how the site was coming along in terms of my partners completing it. There wasn't much communication it was sort of just 4 people working on one thing. If I could do it again I would talk to my teamates more to produce a better project
late submission, is late.
As a young man he nearly built an empire. The potential was scary, but the treachery that stumped his progress was far more wicked. Here is the story of how working from an early age built a man that aimed high, even in an environment which perferred him not. I interview Robert Latimore, my grandfather, and he reflects on the most important 15+ years of his life.
What I realized about this project was how cool my grandfather was. I love him and will be very sad when he goes. Anyway, I also learned how the things you do when you are young can effect you when you grow older- in personality and ambitions. I know a lot about my grandpa but he has so many stories from his life I havent even begun to hear them all yet. When I heard he was available I jumped for joy.
When I edit my project (its not done) I will have to take out not only parts that need to be taken out, but other non-relevant parts that I may find cool. I'll have to part with them. I agree with all of my peer comments. I think my interview is generally good and will be even better once the final product is produced. My strength is choosing the perfect person for the interview. I didn't even choose a topic for my grandfather he literally just told me what he wanted to tell me and I got an amazing 20 minutes out of it.
Code switching is necessary. At least, that’s what’s gotten me this far. Is it a skill? Probably. Something to acquire and become good at. I’ve always been pretty good with words – a silver tongue it’s called.
“Ay ma, what’s for eat up in here?”
“I already ate. You betta find somethin in here for you starve. You better not go to bed hungry, boy, It aint good for you.”
“Aight mom, I won’t”
“We got some fries you can whip up right quick”
“Aint that what we had yesterday?”
“I don’t even want to hear complaints. It be people in Africa that would eat fries every night.”
“Ugh. I know mom. Fine I will.”
It’s an interesting thing, slang. One can’t be bad at it. The simpler it gets, the easier it is to get the main point across. That is of course, if the person in the conversation is a patron of partial English too. It’s picked up easy, and it’s unique because a deliberate effort is needed to abolish it completely unless one was never influenced by it in the first place. Its staying power is offset by its lack of compulsion. What I mean is, it’s hard for a person that speaks “proper” English (i.e White people) to demote to slang. When talking “proper” it feels irreverently inconvenient. Most words that are effectively condensed in slang feel too deliberate and imposing, almost arrogant to be used in intimate or casual talk.
Unless of course, one is adept at code switching. It’s no longer about “acting white” or “being black”. It’s about getting what, (and who) you want using the right language. As James Baldwin said in his essay “If black English isn’t a language, then tell me, what is?”, …”The price for this is the acceptance, and achievement, of one's temporal identity”. It doesn’t feel natural- to code switch I mean. Or rather it is much more comfortable to stick to one dialect, tone, language, theme, even status quo. For the price of leaving my inner comfort I can excel much better than I ever could restraining to my “Black English”. Not to say Black English is restricting, although, due to specific reasons it should not be used outside of intimate conversation.
When I was young, 5 or 6, everyone spoke it- Black English I mean. I was home within my comfort zone. I had not been exposed to anything else. Back then It was fine to have one mindset, one code, and to be ignorant of any other was not only acceptable, but sadly widespread within my community. At that age, of course, my community did not consist of many people outside of my family. Then there was school. School is a place where solitude was only obtainable through great effort. There was always a curious boy or girl who wanted to know what another name. To my credit, I wasn’t the least bit shy. If I was I most likely would not have the skills I do. I probably wouldn’t even attend the school I do now.
When I got a little older, I started to realize just how important code switching was. I was about 9 or 10 when I saw just how “clicks” formed. Similar people grouping together to for stable community inside one dysfunctional one. I noticed how different they were. Separated by music choice, neighborhoods, earlier childhood relations, even as general as gender. Usually one would blend into one that fit his or her category. Not me. Now 12 and 13 I watched, observed the wildlife in their artificial habitat.
After I sent him on his way with a “Thank you” I waited for the next one. Fifty you hear me? Fifty! I was getting tired of ‘em. polished, refined and grey. Boring and grey. It’s a damn shame, baby. Those parents do that to them kids. Anyway, I sent him on his way and they sent in the next one. Oh baby this one. I could tell it was something different in this one. A different ingredient. Somethin that the others didn’t have, couldn’t have on their best day. I swear my Newton’s Cradle stoped! Oh baby he had a special vibe going with ‘em it was a sight to see. Came in all swagger. (With pride) Somethin like I was in my younger days. Sat down even before I told em to, with a smile too. He did’nt take his hat off, but I didn’t mind. I give some curveball questions, to the ones I think got a little something special in ‘em. He took every one of ‘em, sacked them right out of the park with ease. I was convinced he was worthy.
I stood up with a smile, first time I was really happy all day baby, and shook his hand. Baby what happened next you wown’t ever believe. Listen here, wait. When I got up right, I said “Thank you sir I will be glad to have you in our school” I was so proud I was. Then, listen, he said “Sir?”. He took off his hat and I swear my jaw dropped! Can you guess? He was a she!
"No, I’m not. Who are you to tell me what I’m supposed to be?" That's what my eyebrow said, arching like a frightened cat. I'd heard it many times before but never in a serious way. It was always in a joking manner, a manner that got old after the six-thousandth or seven-thousandth time- I lost count. It was cold in the counselor’s office, a small room on the second floor of my aging school. It was also unbearably quiet. Usually the sound of my kind, and mild mannered counselor hard at work would restore a comfortable volume. Not now though, as it was only my 5th grade teacher and I facing off about the recent drop in my GPA.
I don’t know where or when my last name came from, but it must have stuck considering no one decided to change it. I can understand why though, I mean it’s and awesome name to have! It never gets old to see the
awkward “really?” face people make when I introduce myself. And on rare occasions, when people assume I misspoke meaning “Beast”, “bet” or my favorite, “Brest”. And the puns… the endless, puns. Always from older people though, rarely from kids my age. I think we realize how lame it is to make fun of someone’s name especially when it’s not even really all that impressive. I wonder if my ancestors faced the same thing.
I guess I can’t blame them. They’re just trying to get a quick yuck and maybe cheer me up in the process. Not this time though, I could tell in his eyes that this was for real. He actually expected me to somehow be better then everyone else in my class! As if my name somehow had supernatural powers to affect the universe. What a joke! Does a guy named Miller have to love beer or work a textile? What about a black guy named White, or a white guy named Black? Or a depressed person named Feelgood! I wanted to give him a huge chunk of my mind after a long speech about how “I’m better than how I’m performing” and how he “sees great things in me”. But all that managed to stumble from my lips was a humble
I suppose an unrecognized sense of title comes with one’s name. Studies show that a name is automatically considered in a persons natural stereotyping. I’m not saying racism is natural, but what I am saying is that you must be aware of how people see you and of first impressions. Don’t allow yourself to be bottled within your own title, but instead force people to see you for what you do instead of what your called.
- Anthony Best
I liked the first slide I made, but I couldn't fight the feeling that there was something missing. I added a picture of myself. I thought that the contrast on the old slide was an overload of color, so I toned it down some. I made a more unique font, with a single poppable color. I took out the pie chart because it was just too much information at once.
I used contrast in the yellow words on red background. I used empty space where there is nothing in the upper-left and kinda rule of thirds in my picture. I used 3 different colors not including the picture.
Top: after Bottom: before
- Phone numbers -
What's your phone number? - ?Cual es tu numero de telefono?
It's... - Es el...
I'll call you later - Te llamo luego
- Age -
How old are you? - ?cuantos anos tiene
I'm _ years old. - Tengo _ anos.
Dates = La fecha
cual es la fecha de hoy = what's today's date?
hoy es el # de mes. = It's the # of the month.
Example La Fecha de hoy Que dia es hoy 29/10/10
It's - Hace (only use Hace when describing temprature. Not usable any where else!)
Cold - Frio
Hot - Calor
Sunny - Sol
Windy - Viento
- When describing weather conditions, use "Esta" instead of Hace -
Cloudy - Nublado
Humid - Humedo
Rainy (raining) - Lloviendo
Snowing - Nevando
(The) Spring - (La) Primavera
(The) Summer - (El) Verano
(The) Fall - (El) Otono
(The) Winter - (El) invierno
Hello - !Hola!(pronounced O-la)
Good morning - !Buenos Diez!
Good afternoon - !Buenas tardes!
Good afternoon - !buenas noches!
-for the more formal/respectful greetings, see below-
(Remember, when asking a question in spanish, have two question marks, similar to how exclamation points are)
How are you? - ?Que tal?
How are you? - ?Como va?
How are you? - ?Como esta?
Very well, thank you. - Mui bien, gracias.
Alright (good and bad). - Mas o menos.
Terrible - Terrible (Ter E Ble)
And you? - Y tu?
Viernes - friday
What day is today-que dia es hoy
The days of the days week are not capitolized in espanol
For 11-15- simply add ce to the number - once, doce, trece, catorce, quince.
For 16 - 19- use dieci- # between 6 and 9 - dieciseis, diecisiete, dieciocho, diecinueve.
For 20 - 29 - VEINTE, then use veinti # - veintiuno, vientidos, vientitres, vienticuatro, veinticinco, veintiseis, veintisiete, veintiocho, veintinueve.
For numbers 30 - 99 - instead of incorporating 30 or 50 into a number below 10, simply use y #.
For 30-39- TREINTA, treinta y 1, treinta y 2, treinta y 3, treinta y 4, treinta y 5, treinta y 6, treinta y 7, treinta y 8, treinta y 9, (in spanish of corse)
For 40-49 - CUARENTA, cuarenta y 1, cuarenta y 2, cuarenta y 3, cuarenta y 4, cuarenta y 5, cuarenta y 6, cuarenta y 7, cuarenta y 8, cuarenta y 9.
50 - 59 - CINCUENTA, cincuenta y 1, cincuenta y 2, cincuenta y 3, cincuenta y 4, cincuenta y 5, cincuenta y 6, cincuenta y 7, cincuenta y 8, cincuenta y 9.
60 - 69 - SESENTA, sesenta y 1, sesenta y 2, sesenta y 3, sesenta y 4, sesenta y 5, sesenta y 6, sesenta y 7, sesenta y 8, sesenta y 9.
70 - 79 - SETENTA, setenta y 1, setenta y 2, setenta y 3, setenta y 4, setenta y 5, setenta y 6, setenta y 7, setenta y 8, setenta y 9.
80 - 89 - OCHENTA, ochenta y 1, ochenta y 2, ochenta y 3, ochenta y 4, ochenta y 5, ochenta y 6, ochenta y 7, ochenta y 8, ochenta y 9.
90 - 99 - NOVENTA, noventa y 1, noventa y 2, noventa y 3, noventa y 4, noventa y 5, noventa y 6, noventa y 7, noventa y 8, noventa y 9.
100 - CIEN
200 - doscientos
300 - trescientos
400 - cuatrocientos
500 - quinientos
600 - seiscientos
700 - setecientos
800 - ochocientos
900 - novecientos
For numbers between 100 and 999, use the appropriate 100's place value, then add the appropriate 10's place value number. :EXAMPLE: 427 = cuatrocientos veintisiete
1000 = MIL