http://whatscookingamerica.net/History/Pizza/PizzaHistory.htm
http://nutrition.about.com/od/askyournutritionist/f/healthy_pizza.htm
http://www.recipepizza.com/toppings/
http://www.americanheritage.com/articles/magazine/ah/2006/2/2006_2_30.shtml
About Me
- Rachel
- New Bedford, MA
- I am a single mom of a beautiful 9 year old girl. I work full time and I am currently taking 3 classes in hopes of finishing by next spring.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Essay 4 Pizza Annotation
What are the most popular toppings for pizza and where did it orginate from?
What kind of sauces are used to make pizza?
What kind of cheeses are best in making pizza?
Who is the leading pizza maker and why?
Is there things the leading pizza maker did to be ahead of the rest?
How often is pizza eaten in the United States vs Overseas.
Is pizza more popular in certain areas?
Why is pizza loved so much and how did it become so popular?
Can pizza be considered unhealthy?
When did people start eating and making pizza?
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Text Wrestling Essay 3
In the article, Is Google making us stupid? By Nicholas Carr tells how the internet and search engines like Google themselves are changing our minds and why this isn’t a good thing. He feels that the way everything is so fast pace and having information at your fingertips is changing the way our minds are working. The author refers back to many different times throughout history to give examples to his thoughts on how the internet is changing our minds as other items though history have as well. Like back when the Industrial Revolution was and the world seemed to embrace manufacturing. We are now embracing the internet. The author gives examples from various educated people he knows as well that seem to be experiencing this change in thinking as well. Carr speaks of how people are not reading books although people do tend to be reading more in general. This reading is done in a different way though such ways as text messaging and online books. Individuals are browsing or skimming through things rather than reading completely through it as their attention to reading longer articles has faded due to this technological change. People are finding it harder to concentrate for a long period of time. The internet is making us use our brain less and depend more on what is coming up on the computer screen. The author does speak of the advantages to being able to research things quicker and easier. He is though very persuasive is showing you the disadvantages for these same advantages. He also shows the way different things through time has changed the way our brain thinks and how the internet is doing it now. The article shows a very clear interpretation on how “Google is making us stupid” as he puts it.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Enthnography Rough Draft
It is Saturday evening around dinner time and you see about forty plus people waiting to be seated at the Algarve Restaurant. They are all gathered together yet they all appear to be different. You look around and see short to tall and young to old. What could all these strangers possibly have in common? There are all part of a group know as the 20cousins club. This club was started about 15 years ago by a group of people that were all cousins. There were twenty cousins total and so that was how the name was decided.
These 20 cousins use to spend a lot of time together when they were younger. As kids they would all gather on Sundays for a cookout or to go to the beach. Now years later these kids are adults with kid and grandkids of their own. A conversation started between a few of the twenty cousins at a funeral of one of the cousin’s spouse about fifteen years ago. This group spoke about how they only saw each other at wedding and funerals and so they decided they didn’t want to continue like that. The 20 cousins club was then formed. I know of this club well as I myself am a member, since my father is one of the original 20 cousins.
The club meets every month at a different restaurant, usually Portuguese food as we are original from Madeira. The group is seated and you see a woman wearing a tiara and handing out papers to all that are in the group. A cup with writing on it is being passed around and everyone seems to be contributing some amount of money. This money will be for the summer feast at the beach in late July. This feast if put together once a year and involves lots of Portuguese food, a talent show, and lots of fun in the sun. All the money being collected at the dinners each month will go to preparing the food and finding new games to play at the feast at the beach.
The woman in the tiara is this year’s 20 cousin’s queen. She is in charge of setting up the dinners and keeping all the family members in the loop as to what is going on. Email has been great for this. A new queen will be crowned at the summer feast at the beach. The queen in the tiara will soon be a former queen and put on the board of directors in order to assist the new queen of her duties. This club has even had some men crowned queen, my father included. It is a big responsibility to be named queen as this involves lots of work and dedication. It is quite a funny sight from an outsider looking in as when the queen is crowned they are crowned not with the tiara being worn tonight but with the Madeira crown that was made 15 years ago. This crown is basically an old straw type hat with lots of comical items attached. When the new queen is crowned the former queen then has to add something to the hat that is reflects their own individuality. Examining this hat you will see everything from a tiny bottle of Madeira wine, a miniature toy cheeseburger and even fava beans strung across the rim. It almost looks like someone threw a bunch of garbage on a hat. The amazing thing is that almost everyone from the club could tell you which member put what piece on the hat. When the ceremony for the new queen crowning takes place the new queen parades around in the Madeira crown and plays music on the brinquinho. A brinquinho is Madeira traditional instrument made with dolls dressed in Madeira outfits and distributed in two circles with one doll at the top. Each of these dolls has two bottle caps each which make sound when pushed up and down. It is like a sort of right of passage.
The papers being passed around are newsletter to update each an every family member on all the new things that are happen within the club. On the newsletter you see near every name of the person a number or a number and a letter. I asked my father to explain this to me. Each of the original 20 cousins has a number from one to twenty. This is determined by their age. My father is 18 as there is 17 cousin older than him and 2 younger. So if you were to see my name in the newsletter you would see 18a next to it. This refers to me being my father’s child and the letter a means I am the oldest. My sister is b again this is based on age. My daughter is considered 18a1. This is because she is my daughter and if I had another child they would be 18a2. You get the idea I am sure. There are approximately 112 members of the club now. The only way to become a member of this club is either to marry someone who is already a member or if you are born into it.
These 20 cousins use to spend a lot of time together when they were younger. As kids they would all gather on Sundays for a cookout or to go to the beach. Now years later these kids are adults with kid and grandkids of their own. A conversation started between a few of the twenty cousins at a funeral of one of the cousin’s spouse about fifteen years ago. This group spoke about how they only saw each other at wedding and funerals and so they decided they didn’t want to continue like that. The 20 cousins club was then formed. I know of this club well as I myself am a member, since my father is one of the original 20 cousins.
The club meets every month at a different restaurant, usually Portuguese food as we are original from Madeira. The group is seated and you see a woman wearing a tiara and handing out papers to all that are in the group. A cup with writing on it is being passed around and everyone seems to be contributing some amount of money. This money will be for the summer feast at the beach in late July. This feast if put together once a year and involves lots of Portuguese food, a talent show, and lots of fun in the sun. All the money being collected at the dinners each month will go to preparing the food and finding new games to play at the feast at the beach.
The woman in the tiara is this year’s 20 cousin’s queen. She is in charge of setting up the dinners and keeping all the family members in the loop as to what is going on. Email has been great for this. A new queen will be crowned at the summer feast at the beach. The queen in the tiara will soon be a former queen and put on the board of directors in order to assist the new queen of her duties. This club has even had some men crowned queen, my father included. It is a big responsibility to be named queen as this involves lots of work and dedication. It is quite a funny sight from an outsider looking in as when the queen is crowned they are crowned not with the tiara being worn tonight but with the Madeira crown that was made 15 years ago. This crown is basically an old straw type hat with lots of comical items attached. When the new queen is crowned the former queen then has to add something to the hat that is reflects their own individuality. Examining this hat you will see everything from a tiny bottle of Madeira wine, a miniature toy cheeseburger and even fava beans strung across the rim. It almost looks like someone threw a bunch of garbage on a hat. The amazing thing is that almost everyone from the club could tell you which member put what piece on the hat. When the ceremony for the new queen crowning takes place the new queen parades around in the Madeira crown and plays music on the brinquinho. A brinquinho is Madeira traditional instrument made with dolls dressed in Madeira outfits and distributed in two circles with one doll at the top. Each of these dolls has two bottle caps each which make sound when pushed up and down. It is like a sort of right of passage.
The papers being passed around are newsletter to update each an every family member on all the new things that are happen within the club. On the newsletter you see near every name of the person a number or a number and a letter. I asked my father to explain this to me. Each of the original 20 cousins has a number from one to twenty. This is determined by their age. My father is 18 as there is 17 cousin older than him and 2 younger. So if you were to see my name in the newsletter you would see 18a next to it. This refers to me being my father’s child and the letter a means I am the oldest. My sister is b again this is based on age. My daughter is considered 18a1. This is because she is my daughter and if I had another child they would be 18a2. You get the idea I am sure. There are approximately 112 members of the club now. The only way to become a member of this club is either to marry someone who is already a member or if you are born into it.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Rough Draft Personal Essay
Shy is the way I have always been. Being an introvert has suited me just fine. It is part of who I have always been. Why would I want or need to change any part of who I am. As time passes things happen in your life that just change who you are. That is what has happened to me.
I was that kid in school who didn’t raise her hand to answer questions. The “refrains from unnecessary talking “was never check off on my report card. Even calling someone on the phone was a difficult task for me. My head would begin to ache and I would feel sick to my stomach. Why would I want to even bother trying to change that?
For years my mom tried to push me out of my shyness. She even talked me into taking a public speaking class. I still don’t know why I let me mother talk me into things. Shaking and all red in the face I somehow made it through the entire class and even passed. Of course I felt sick almost every time I walked into class. Over the years after being married, divorced and being a single mom I have had to become a little less shy. It has always been quite the struggle though. That was until two years that thing changed a lot.
My daughter had just started 2nd grade at a new school. The school she was at was underperforming and I had her moved in hopes of her not falling behind. As fate would have it I was able to move her. She had only been at the new school a full week and the teacher was already calling me on the phone. She told me my daughter was too shy and that she needed to learn real quickly to not be shy. The teacher then told me that she forgot her folder two days and that if she wasn’t a “bus” kid then she would have kept her after school. I was floored. I could not believe I was hearing this only a week into her starting this new school. How did she even know my daughter after a week? I did my best as a parent trying to talk with my daughter about her folder and even suggest that we make a note on her backpack so she would not forget the folder. Two week later it only got worse when the teacher called me at work to tell me she needed to meet with me right away. The next morning I met with the teacher, she was an older woman that could pass more for boot camp instructor rather than a teacher of 2nd grade children. She then informed me that my daughter was too shy and that my daughter had labeled her backpack so not to forget her folder. She told me that my daughter needed to “put her big girl pants on” and remember things instead of making little notes of a reminder. Did I hear her right? I was the one who suggested the label on her back pack. That was the moment, like a light switch going on. I was not going to sit back and just listen to this teacher bully my child because she was shy like me. After several meetings with the principal and the teacher I really wasn’t getting anywhere. Then something happened and I just couldn’t let my shyness get in my way any longer. The teacher pushed my daughter Kaitlyn on the back of the head. Kaitlyn told me what happened and I walked into school the next morning and met with the principal. Imagine that shy little me just storming right in that school like I owned it. I told the principal what happened. She pulled my daughter in and asked her about it. I was so proud the way my daughter told the principal exactly what happened. Of course at first she just looked at me with a look that said please don’t make me talk. I knew that look so well, it was me at her age. The principal listed to my daughter and then sent her back to class. The principal then pulled in the teacher while I was there and asked the teacher what happened. The teacher claimed to be “redirecting” my daughter as she didn’t answer the question quick enough so she thought my daughter wasn’t paying attention. Something came over me and shy little me went right out the door. I must have spoken for what seemed like a half hour straight. I explained how I for once was not going to stand by and remain quiet. I finally told the principal to transfer my daughter to another class immediately. The principal agreed and she was moved. The teacher lasted about another month at that school before another parent came forward as well. Apparently there had been problems for a while with this teacher and the quieter kids. I never realized being shy could get in the way of so many things. Being shy was who I was but when it came to my daughter I just couldn’t let my fear stand in the way anymore. I find myself at times reverting back to being shy but I just think of my daughter and the fear goes away. I speak up much more now and even my daughter has become less shy through all this. Maybe I am rubbing off on her. She is still on the quieter side but I don’t push because I know too someday this will change for her like it did me. It’s amazing the way life can changes things and brings about a whole new you in the process.
I was that kid in school who didn’t raise her hand to answer questions. The “refrains from unnecessary talking “was never check off on my report card. Even calling someone on the phone was a difficult task for me. My head would begin to ache and I would feel sick to my stomach. Why would I want to even bother trying to change that?
For years my mom tried to push me out of my shyness. She even talked me into taking a public speaking class. I still don’t know why I let me mother talk me into things. Shaking and all red in the face I somehow made it through the entire class and even passed. Of course I felt sick almost every time I walked into class. Over the years after being married, divorced and being a single mom I have had to become a little less shy. It has always been quite the struggle though. That was until two years that thing changed a lot.
My daughter had just started 2nd grade at a new school. The school she was at was underperforming and I had her moved in hopes of her not falling behind. As fate would have it I was able to move her. She had only been at the new school a full week and the teacher was already calling me on the phone. She told me my daughter was too shy and that she needed to learn real quickly to not be shy. The teacher then told me that she forgot her folder two days and that if she wasn’t a “bus” kid then she would have kept her after school. I was floored. I could not believe I was hearing this only a week into her starting this new school. How did she even know my daughter after a week? I did my best as a parent trying to talk with my daughter about her folder and even suggest that we make a note on her backpack so she would not forget the folder. Two week later it only got worse when the teacher called me at work to tell me she needed to meet with me right away. The next morning I met with the teacher, she was an older woman that could pass more for boot camp instructor rather than a teacher of 2nd grade children. She then informed me that my daughter was too shy and that my daughter had labeled her backpack so not to forget her folder. She told me that my daughter needed to “put her big girl pants on” and remember things instead of making little notes of a reminder. Did I hear her right? I was the one who suggested the label on her back pack. That was the moment, like a light switch going on. I was not going to sit back and just listen to this teacher bully my child because she was shy like me. After several meetings with the principal and the teacher I really wasn’t getting anywhere. Then something happened and I just couldn’t let my shyness get in my way any longer. The teacher pushed my daughter Kaitlyn on the back of the head. Kaitlyn told me what happened and I walked into school the next morning and met with the principal. Imagine that shy little me just storming right in that school like I owned it. I told the principal what happened. She pulled my daughter in and asked her about it. I was so proud the way my daughter told the principal exactly what happened. Of course at first she just looked at me with a look that said please don’t make me talk. I knew that look so well, it was me at her age. The principal listed to my daughter and then sent her back to class. The principal then pulled in the teacher while I was there and asked the teacher what happened. The teacher claimed to be “redirecting” my daughter as she didn’t answer the question quick enough so she thought my daughter wasn’t paying attention. Something came over me and shy little me went right out the door. I must have spoken for what seemed like a half hour straight. I explained how I for once was not going to stand by and remain quiet. I finally told the principal to transfer my daughter to another class immediately. The principal agreed and she was moved. The teacher lasted about another month at that school before another parent came forward as well. Apparently there had been problems for a while with this teacher and the quieter kids. I never realized being shy could get in the way of so many things. Being shy was who I was but when it came to my daughter I just couldn’t let my fear stand in the way anymore. I find myself at times reverting back to being shy but I just think of my daughter and the fear goes away. I speak up much more now and even my daughter has become less shy through all this. Maybe I am rubbing off on her. She is still on the quieter side but I don’t push because I know too someday this will change for her like it did me. It’s amazing the way life can changes things and brings about a whole new you in the process.
Have I completely lost my mind
Do you every feel like you must be crazy? I find myself asking what ever possesed me to take three classes this semester. I must be nuts! Working full time already and being a single mom is another job in intself. I just have to keep reminging myself 4 more classes after this and I graduate. I still think I may be a little nuts though.
Monday, June 21, 2010
First Blog
What exactly do you say on a blog? Does anyone really want to hear what I have to say? This is my first blog and I am hoping to figure this all out by the end
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