This document provides biographical information about Gloria Anzaldua and summaries of some of her works. It includes the copyright information and acknowledgments section from her book Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza.
The document discusses Anzaldua's role as co-editor of This Bridge Called My Back and some of her other works including Borderlands and The New Mestiza. It provides the copyright information and acknowledgments from Borderlands/La Frontera, thanking various people who contributed to and supported the work.
I Want to Know Why by Sherwood Anderson - Kaushal Desai presentationKaushal Desai
With every minute detail, the present short story gives you the convention of how the child psychology works with far-fetched images. And the reaction of it may led it to unwanted path.
I Want to Know Why by Sherwood Anderson - Kaushal Desai presentationKaushal Desai
With every minute detail, the present short story gives you the convention of how the child psychology works with far-fetched images. And the reaction of it may led it to unwanted path.
The presentation of "Mourning becomes Electra" presented at MKBU Department of English for M.A external guidance lectures. The presentation contains every aspects which play explores. It will be fruitful to grasp the concepts of the play by this presentation.
This presentation is about T.S Eliot best poem "Waste Land".This poem Divided into main 5 parts and here this all five parts discussed by me in my presentation.
The presentation of "Mourning becomes Electra" presented at MKBU Department of English for M.A external guidance lectures. The presentation contains every aspects which play explores. It will be fruitful to grasp the concepts of the play by this presentation.
This presentation is about T.S Eliot best poem "Waste Land".This poem Divided into main 5 parts and here this all five parts discussed by me in my presentation.
De twintigers van nu, die de naam ‘Generatie Y’ kregen, staan de laatste tijd nogal in een negatief daglicht. Volgens velen gaan ze al YOLO’end en selfies makend door het leven, ondertussen met hun virtuele vrienden (echte maken ze immers niet meer) whatsappend over hoe zwaar ze het hebben, omdat ze hun studiereis naar Australië nog moeten plannen.
Maar generatiegenoot Anjuly de Geus ziet om zich heen een heel andere groep jonge mensen. Ze ziet jongeren die zich, in de hoop een betere toekomst te hebben, blijven ontwikkelen door meerdere studies te volgen. Jongeren die twee of meer baantjes hebben en nog nauwelijks rondkomen in economisch zware tijden, omdat ze te trots zijn een uitkering aan te vragen. Jongeren die ondanks hun diploma’s geen baan op opleidingsniveau kunnen vinden en dus maar geestdodend werk doen. Ze ziet creatieve initiatieven ontstaan, mensen die elkaar helpen en ondersteunen. Jongeren die voor zichzelf beginnen. En talent, heel veel talent. In #GeenFilter schetst Anjuly een realistisch en kwetsbaar beeld van de keuzes, twijfels, carrières, liefdes en angsten van haar generatie.
Direct naar het boek: http://www.scriptum.nl/boeken/psychologie/algemeen/geenfilter
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Deusto Ingeniería
ISSN: 2171-858X
Edición: Equipo de Comunicación de la Facultad de Ingeniería
Verónica Canivell y José M. Sáenz
Revista anual de información, opinión y divulgación de temas universitarios, editada por la Facultad de Ingeniería de la Universidad de Deusto.
La Facultad de Ingeniería de la Universidad de Deusto lleva más de 30 años formando profesionales en ámbitos de la ingeniería como la informática, la electrónica, la automática, las telecomunicaciones o la organización industrial. Además, cuenta con el centro de investigación DeustoTech, dedicado a la investigación y al desarrollo tecnológico, en el que los profesores y alumnos llevan a cabo proyectos que les permiten mantenerse al más alto nivel científico y tecnológico.
Revista Oficial ANECPLA: Infoplagas. Nº 52 AGOS 2013ANECPLA
Presentación de nuestra directora general Milagros Fernández, además de entrevistas a profesionales del sector, resúmenes de congresos a los que asiste nuestra asociación, y la oferta formativa que ofrecemos.
Temática:
Control de plagas.
Oferta formativa de ANECPLA.
Congresos y reuniones de ANECPLA.
This is the inspiring tale of a humble Salvadoran campesino who rose from his precarious status as an illegal immigrant in the United States to realize the American Dream and became a millionaire. It is the story of a man who left his small village barefoot, his pockets empty, with only a single change of clothing and a suitcase full of dreams, who reached the pinnacle of success in the world´s greatest economic power.
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1.Allow the user to enter n, the number of values to be processed; then allocate an
anonymous array of n doub1e values, storing its address in doublePtr.
2. Fill the anonymous array of Exercise 1 with ninput values, entered from the
keyboard.
3. Compute and display the average of the values in the anonymous array of
Exercise 1.
4.Deallocate the storage of the anonymous array of Exercise 1.
5. In Exercise 1, if the value of doublePtr is 1000 and double values are stored in 8 bytes, draw a memory map showing the addresses of the first few elements of the anonymous array.
6.Assuming that addresses are stored in 4 bytes and double values in 8 bytes, tell what output will be produced by the following statements:
doubledubValues[] = {l.l, 2.2, 3.3, 4.4, 5.5};
double * dubPtr = dubValues;
for (inti = 0; i< 5; i++)
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10.Write and test a class for a Line, described by its slope and a point on the line, with functions that
a. Find the point-slope equation of the line
b. Find the slope-intercept equation of the line
12. Write a program to read the point and slope information for two lines and to determine whether they intersect or are parallel. If they intersect, find the point of intersection and also determine whether they are perpendicular. Use the classes CartesianPoint from Exercises 4 and 10 and Line from Problem 11 to represent points and lines, respectively.
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David Zimmerman
Instructor Cullom
Ethnography Final, Draft
WR 121, Fri 10:00 – 12:50
December 2nd, 2013
Passion and Murder: A Tale of two Méxicos.
We have heard the phrase time and time again. “How well do you know your neighbor?” I set out to put this phrase to the test by exploring Mexico through multiple lenses. I wanted to learn about this country through the eyes of another individual, published academic research and relate it to what my assumptions were of the reality of the smallest country in North America.
When I started off on this academic journey I found it hard to look past the media’s portrayal of Mexico as a kind of Wild West, a regime of lawlessness and a country controlled and in fear of the drug cartels that seemingly run the country with this highest rate of immigrants to the United States. I selected an informant, Daniella, who had grown up in Mexico but has been in the United States for the past few decades. I expected her to paint a very different picture of Mexico than she did.
I had believed that the tough times I pictured in Mexico would lead to tough individuals who protected themselves emotionally from the atrocities that they had seen in their country. Yet I came to find out that she was one of the sweetest passionate women I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. When I had asked her if she was willing to do an interview about her home country of Mexico a week earlier, she lit up ...
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Back to Previous
The Lovers of the Poor
B Y G W E N D O LY N B R O O K S
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies’ Betterment League
Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting
In diluted gold bars across the boulevard brag
Of proud, seamed faces with mercy and murder hinting
Here, there, interrupting, all deep and debonair,
The pink paint on the innocence of fear;
Walk in a gingerly manner up the hall.
Cutting with knives served by their softest care,
Served by their love, so barbarously fair.
Whose mothers taught: You’d better not be cruel!
You had better not throw stones upon the wrens!
Herein they kiss and coddle and assault
Anew and dearly in the innocence
With which they baffle nature. Who are full,
Sleek, tender-clad, fit, fiftyish, a-glow, all
Sweetly abortive, hinting at fat fruit,
Judge it high time that fiftyish fingers felt
Beneath the lovelier planes of enterprise.
To resurrect. To moisten with milky chill.
To be a random hitching-post or plush.
To be, for wet eyes, random and handy hem.
Their guild is giving money to the poor.
The worthy poor. The very very worthy
And beautiful poor. Perhaps just not too swarthy?
perhaps just not too dirty nor too dim
Nor—passionate. In truth, what they could wish
Is—something less than derelict or dull.
Not staunch enough to stab, though, gaze for gaze!
God shield them sharply from the beggar-bold!
The noxious needy ones whose battle’s bald
Nonetheless for being voiceless, hits one down.
But it’s all so bad! and entirely too much for them.
The stench; the urine, cabbage, and dead beans,
Dead porridges of assorted dusty grains,
The old smoke, heavy diapers, and, they’re told,
Something called chitterlings. The darkness. Drawn
Darkness, or dirty light. The soil that stirs.
The soil that looks the soil of centuries.
And for that matter the general oldness. Old
Wood. Old marble. Old tile. Old old old.
Not homekind Oldness! Not Lake Forest, Glencoe.
Nothing is sturdy, nothing is majestic,
There is no quiet drama, no rubbed glaze, no
Unkillable infirmity of such
A tasteful turn as lately they have left,
Glencoe, Lake Forest, and to which their cars
Must presently restore them. When they’re done
With dullards and distortions of this fistic
Patience of the poor and put-upon.
They’ve never seen such a make-do-ness as
Newspaper rugs before! In this, this “flat,”
Their hostess is gathering up the oozed, the rich
Rugs of the morning (tattered! the bespattered. . . .)
Readies to spread clean rugs for afternoon.
Here is a scene for you. The Ladies look,
In horror, behind a substantial citizeness
Whose trains clank out across her swollen heart.
Who, arms akimbo, almost fills a door.
All tumbling children, quilts dragged to the floor
And tortured thereover, potato peelings, soft-
Eyed kitten, hunched-up, haggard, to-be-hurt.
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The 2018 issue of UMLÄUT literary journal edited and published by the Creative Writing department of San Francisco Ruth Asawa School of the Arts High School
1. Respond to the Question Is auscultation of bowel sounds us.docxcarlstromcurtis
1. Respond to the Question: Is "auscultation" of bowel sounds useful in assessing for abdominal trauma in the wilderness? Why or why not?
2. List three symptoms of "mittelschmerz" (look it up if needed) and describe why it may or may not be helpful to distinguish these symptoms while in the wilderness.
3. Write one "insightful" Peer Review of a classmates response to the above question or symptoms.
Rubric: 15 Possible Points
1 point for writing a yes/no response to the questions.
2 points for writing an adequate response to the Question (includes a yes/no answer along with an explanation as to why)
3 points for writing a thorough response to the Question (includes a yes/no answer, why, and possible treatments)
3 points for listing three correct symptoms of mittelschmerz
1 point for making a positive Peer Review response
2 points for making a positive Peer Review response with an explanation why it was a good
3 points for making a positive Peer Review response with an explanation why, and a suggestion of improvement or an additional insight.
1
Out of the Cold House
Zayda Sorrell-Medina
I was awakened by a loud thump in the middle of the night. The bedroom doors fluttered
open and the light flickered on. Before me, a tall man appeared from the back room. His shirt
was torn at the bottom and his hair was filled with lint. He held my eldest brother, Jonathan,
eleven, mercilessly by the neck. Jonathan’s long and lanky legs dangled in midair. His cinnamon
brown face slowly turned pulsing red. He scratched the tall man’s face to fight him off, but the
tall man squeezed harder. Jonathan’s arms fell to his side and his legs grew limp.
In my four-year-old mind, nothing made sense. The bustle of the St. Louis ghetto that
normally bled into the night was nonexistent. The world around me stopped. The piercing sound
of my eldest brother gasping for air echoed in my head. He could not breathe, and I had stood
there, helplessly watching.
My brothers and sisters were at home that night. Crystal, three, and Maria, two, both fast
asleep. Ricardo, five, must have been asleep in the other room. Andres, ten, who was known for
his quick temperament, watched stiffly from the hallway, his nose flared, and his forehead filled
with veins. He dashed into the other room and returned with a hammer in his right hand, ready to
pounce. The tall man smirked.
My mother, who was out a lot, was at home that night. She saw the sinister look on the
man’s face and quickly ran to Andres. “Give me the hammer,” she said, ripping it from my
brother’s hand. Her terror filled eyes shifted towards the tall man, whose nails were still planted
deeply in Jonathan’s throat. She leaped into the air and swung the hammer, hitting the tall man in
the temple. The man stumbled backwards, his cheeks landing firmly against the wooden floors,
his mouth and eyes wide open, blood oozing from his head. The world around us stopped. .
1. Respond to the Question Is auscultation of bowel sounds us.docxtrippettjettie
1. Respond to the Question: Is "auscultation" of bowel sounds useful in assessing for abdominal trauma in the wilderness? Why or why not?
2. List three symptoms of "mittelschmerz" (look it up if needed) and describe why it may or may not be helpful to distinguish these symptoms while in the wilderness.
3. Write one "insightful" Peer Review of a classmates response to the above question or symptoms.
Rubric: 15 Possible Points
1 point for writing a yes/no response to the questions.
2 points for writing an adequate response to the Question (includes a yes/no answer along with an explanation as to why)
3 points for writing a thorough response to the Question (includes a yes/no answer, why, and possible treatments)
3 points for listing three correct symptoms of mittelschmerz
1 point for making a positive Peer Review response
2 points for making a positive Peer Review response with an explanation why it was a good
3 points for making a positive Peer Review response with an explanation why, and a suggestion of improvement or an additional insight.
1
Out of the Cold House
Zayda Sorrell-Medina
I was awakened by a loud thump in the middle of the night. The bedroom doors fluttered
open and the light flickered on. Before me, a tall man appeared from the back room. His shirt
was torn at the bottom and his hair was filled with lint. He held my eldest brother, Jonathan,
eleven, mercilessly by the neck. Jonathan’s long and lanky legs dangled in midair. His cinnamon
brown face slowly turned pulsing red. He scratched the tall man’s face to fight him off, but the
tall man squeezed harder. Jonathan’s arms fell to his side and his legs grew limp.
In my four-year-old mind, nothing made sense. The bustle of the St. Louis ghetto that
normally bled into the night was nonexistent. The world around me stopped. The piercing sound
of my eldest brother gasping for air echoed in my head. He could not breathe, and I had stood
there, helplessly watching.
My brothers and sisters were at home that night. Crystal, three, and Maria, two, both fast
asleep. Ricardo, five, must have been asleep in the other room. Andres, ten, who was known for
his quick temperament, watched stiffly from the hallway, his nose flared, and his forehead filled
with veins. He dashed into the other room and returned with a hammer in his right hand, ready to
pounce. The tall man smirked.
My mother, who was out a lot, was at home that night. She saw the sinister look on the
man’s face and quickly ran to Andres. “Give me the hammer,” she said, ripping it from my
brother’s hand. Her terror filled eyes shifted towards the tall man, whose nails were still planted
deeply in Jonathan’s throat. She leaped into the air and swung the hammer, hitting the tall man in
the temple. The man stumbled backwards, his cheeks landing firmly against the wooden floors,
his mouth and eyes wide open, blood oozing from his head. The world around us stopped. .
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El sonavabitche
(for Aishe Berger)
Car flowing down a lava of highway
just happened to glance out the window
in time to see brown faces bent backs
like prehistoric boulders in a field
so cornman a sight no one
notices
blood rushes to my face
twelve years I'd sat on the memory
the anger scorching me
my throat so tight I can
barely get the words out,
I got to the farm
in time to hear the shots
ricochet off barn,
spit into the sand,
in time to see tall men in uniforms
thumping fists on doors
metallic voices yelling Halt!
their hawk eyes constantly shifting.
When I hear the words, "Corran muchachos"
I run back to the car, ducking,
see the glistening faces, arms outflung,
of the mexicanos running headlong
through the fields
kicking up douds of dirt
see them reach the tree line
foliage opening, swishing closed behind them.
I hear the tussling of bodies, grunts, panting
squeak of leather squawk of walkie-talkies
sun reflecting off gunbarrels
the world a blinding light
a great buzzing in my ears
my knees like aspens in the wind.
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I see that wide cavernous look of the hunted
the look of hares
thick limp blue-black hair
The bare heads humbly bent
of those who do not speak
the ember in their eyes extinguished.
I lean on the shanty wall of that migrant camp
north of Muncie, Indiana.
Wets, a voice says.
I turn to see a Chicano pushing
the head of his muchachita
·back into the naguas of the mother
a tin plate face down on the floor
tortillas scattered around them.
His other hand signals me over.
He too is from el valle de Tejas
I had been his kid's teacher.
I'd come to get the grower
to fill up the sewage ditch near the huts
saying it wouldn't do for the children
to play in it.
Smoke from a cooking fire and
shirtless ninos gather around us.
Mojados, he says again,
leaning on his chipped Chevy station wagon
Been here two weeks
about a dozen of them.
The sonavabitche works them
from sunup to dark-15 hours sometimes.
Como mulas los trabaja
no saben como hacer la perra.
Last Sunday they asked for a day off
wanted to pray and rest,
write letters to their familias.
cOY sabes 10 que hizo el sonavabitche?
He turns away and spits.
Says he has to hold back half their wages
that they'd eaten the other half:
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sack of beans, sack of rice, sack of flour.
Frijoteros sito son but no way
could they have eaten that many frijotes.
I nod.
Como te dije, son doce-started out 13
five days packed in the back of a pickup
boarded up tight
fast cross-country run no stops
except to change drivers, to gas up
no food they pissed into their shoes
those that had guaraches
slept slumped against each other
sabe Dios where they shit.
One smothered to death on the way here.
Miss, you should've seen them when they
stumbled out.
First thing the sonavabitche did was clamp
a handkerchief over his nose
then ordered them stripped
hosed them down himself
in front of everybody.
They hobbled about
learning to walk all over again.
Flacos con caras de viejos
aunque ta mita eran j6venes.
Como te estaba diciendo,
today was payday.
You saw them, la migra came busting in
waving their pinche pistolas.
Said someone made a call,
what you call it? Anonymous.
Guess who? That sonavabitche, who else?
Done this three times since we've been coming here
Sepa Dios how many times in between.
Wets, free labor, esetavos.
Pobres jijos de ta chingada.
This the last time we work for him
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no matter how fregados we are
he said, shaking his head,
spitting at the ground.
Vamonos, mujer, empaca et mugrero.
He hands me a cup of coffee,
half of it sugar, half of it milk
my throat so dry I even down the dregs.
It has to be done.
Steeling myself
I take that walk to the big house.
Finally the big man lets me in.
How about a drink? I shake my head.
He looks me over, opens his eyes wide
and smiles, says how sorry he is immigration
is getting so tough
a poor Mexican can't make a living
and they sure do need the work.
My throat so thick the words stick.
He studies me, then says,
Well, what can I do you for?
I want two weeks wages
including two Saturdays and Sundays,
minimum wage, 15 hours a day.
I'm more startled than he.
Whoa there, sinorita,
wets work for whatever you give them
the season hasn't been good.
Besides most are halfway to Mexico by now.
Two weeks wages, I say,
the words swelling in my throat.
Miss uh what did you say your name was?
I fumble for my card.
You can't do this,
I haven't broken no law,
his lidded eyes darken, I step back.
I'm leaving in two minutes and I want cash
the whole amount right here in my purse
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when I walk out.
No hoarseness, no trembling.
It startled both of us.
You want me telling every single one
of your neighbors what you've been doing
all these years? The mayor, too?
Maybe make a call to Washington?
Slitted eyes studied the card again.
They had no cards, no papers.
I'd seen it over and over.
Work them, then turn them in before paying them.
Well, now, he was saying,
I know we can work something out,
a sweet young thang like yourself.
Cash, I said. I didn't know anyone in nc.
now I didn't have to.
You want to keep it for yourself?
That it? His eyes were pin pricks.
Sweat money, Mister, blood money,
not my sweat, but same blood.
Yeah, but who's to say you won't abscond with it?
If I ever hear that you got illegals on your land
even a single one, I'm going to come here
in broad daylight and have you
hung by your balls.
He walks slowly to his desk.
Knees shaking, I count every bill
taking my time.
Corran muchachos-Run boys.
muchachita-Iittle girl
naguas-skirt
el valle de Tejas-Rio Grande Valley in Texas
mojados-wetbacks, undocumented workers, illegal immigrants from Mexico
and parts south
Como mulas los trabaja.-He works them like mules.
no saben como hacer la perra.-They don't know how to make the work easier
for themselves.
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<,Y sabes 10 que hizo?-And you know what he did.
Frijoleros si 10 son.-Bean eaters they are.
Como Ie dije, son doce.-Like I told you, they're 12.
guarache-sandal
sabe Dios-God knows
Flacos can caras de viejos-skinny with old faces
aunque la mita eran j6venes-though half were youths
Como Ie estaba diciendo-as I was telling you
la migra-slang for immigration officials
pistolas-guns
esclavos-slaves
Pobres jijoJ de la Chingada-poor sons of the fucked one
!regadoJ-poor, beaten, downtrodden, in need
VamonoJ, mujer, empaca el mugrero.-Let's go, woman, pack our
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En mi corazon se incuba
(para Sonia Alvarez)
Todo comienza a partir de este dia,
Una tristeza me invade y
Algo extrafio se oculta en mi vientre
Un golpe de soledad que me consume.
En mi corazon se incuba una espina.
La luz de las luciernagas se retira y
De los arboles me llaman las lechuzas.
lnmersa en un abandono, tragando miedos,
Me siento muy lejos
De la huella del amor.
En tumbas huerfanas gasto largas noches,
Los minutos pasan como agujas por mi piel.
Soy una sombra palida en una noche opaca.
Hondo escondo mi pena, hondo.
Hondo se enraiza un sueiio noconfesado.
En este oscuro monte de nopal
Algo secretamente amado
Se oculta en mi vientre
Y en mi coraz6n se incuba
Un amor que no es de este mundo.
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Corner of 50th St, and Fifth Av.
Taking my usual walk
I run into sirens flashing red, turning
and a small crowd
watching the dark-haired man
with the thin mustache,
PR about 30,
maric6n, a voice in the crowd shouts.
Two uniforms have his head
wedged down in the gap
between the bucket seats,
red sirens turning turning
just over his head.
Another pulls down his pants
holds him tight around the waist
the fourth pummels
the pale orbs over and over
the PR's face is flushed
the cop's fist red
the sirens turning turning.
The first twO look bored
eyes drifting slowly
over the crowd
not meeting our eyes.
He just thud got out thud of jail
I hear a Rican say
thud, the cop's arms like baseball bats.
Finally the thuds end.
They pull his head
out of the crack,
pull pants over livid cheeks,
manacled hands going down
to cover his buttocks
the sirens turning turning
I wade through the thick air thinking
that's as close as they let themselves get
to fucking a man, being men.