Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz wrote the song “The Court of Miracles” for "Disney’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame". The vocals for the song were provided by Paul Kandel – the voice of Clopin, the leader of the gypsies. The video shows Phoebus and Quasimodo being captured by the gypsies in an underground crypt that also happens to be the entrance to the gypsies’ home – The Court of Miracles. After the gypsies capture Phoebus and Quasimodo they are dragged to the Court of Miracles, where they are placed on stage with a noose around their neck. While Clopin sings about their trial the court is shown. There are brightly colored drapes and other sheets of cloth all over the court. These cloths remind me of a cloth that my mother bought in order to sew my sister and me beanie baby sleeping bags. The cloth I chose ended up as a makeshift blankie for me instead of a sleeping bag for my beanie babies. The cloth is roughly four feet by two feet. The ends curl in because there is no hem, but it is not unraveling without the hem. The cloth is magenta and has darker magenta stripes running length wise on the cloth. The stripes are about an inch wide with an inch in between them. At first glance cloth looks one color because the magentas are both real close in hue. The cloth is made of a rayon and polyester mix, which means it is silky soft and conducts static electricity well.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Blog 22 (Soundtrack/Object-Orientated Essay)
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Blog 21 (Writing Review)
I honestly don't really think of myself as a writer. I guess I would say as an intermediate writer. My writing mechanics leaves something to be desired and there is still a lot I need to learn to ever become advanced at writing. I can form sentences so I would say I am not a beginner.
I never considered the different types of writing there were. I knew the basic categories of essays like informative, persuasive etc... I never thought about the fact that these were not the only types. I didn't care as long as I wrote the essay right and got a good grade. I never really thought about what an essay is. In this class I had to think about what an essay is, how to meld form and content, and what an autobiography consists of. So I guess I am more aware of what I am writing.
I realized that I don't really plan out what I am going to write. I just sit down and write. After I am done writing then I edit and alter my writing. I think I learned to plan out what I am writing to a certain extent in order to organize my paper better. I don’t plan what I am writing paragraph for paragraph, but I make a skeleton of the paper.
Before this class I usually did not have my peer’s edit my paper. I just assumed have the teacher edit it. In this class, however, with every writing project we had to peer review our papers for points. This helped because it gave me more input than just the teacher’s thoughts on what I needed to fix. I like having my teacher look over any paper I am turning in to them because then they can give me their input on my paper and I know what they are expecting me to fix in order to do better.
I don’t know if I can give an exact definition of good writing, because the rules change from essay to essay. There isn’t a concrete set of guidelines. I would say that for me good writing adheres to writing mechanics rules, (depending upon the type of writing) it gives the authors opinion and insights along with the data of the subject. A good writer’s paper is organized and the thesis ties the whole paper together. The paper is not scattered or rambling there is a purpose to what is written.
I am still trying to figure out how to meld form and content in writing. In "Blog 6" we were supposed to meld form and content and I don’t think I did a good job of it. I think this is something that I definitely need to work on. I also need to work on my Rhetoric Appeals essays. I don’t always see the connections between a piece and all its rhetoric appeals. The main problem I have with rhetoric appeals is that I usually only saw one or two appeals instead of all three like I was supposed to. This is part of the reason that I only discussed on rhetoric appeal mainly in my "Rhetoric Appeals Paper". I am good at observing things. I kind of enjoyed the "Observation and Reflection essay", because I like just writing about what I think and how that deals with what I observed.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Blog 20 (Object Orientated Autobiography 3)
When I was little all of my friends could braid hair, but I could not, but I wanted to learn. My mom showed me how to braid once, but I needed to practice before I could claim that I could also braid hair. So I practiced on my wooden rocking horse’s tail.
The rocking horse was made out of oak with a wood finish by the Amish in Arthur, Illinois. It was not very detailed, meaning there were no eyes and mouth or hooves attached to the oak rocker. It was just horse shaped with a flat back for a seat. There were three rungs between the two rockers that the whole structure was attached to. At each end of the rungs there were oak screw hole buttons covering the screws. In the neck of the rocking horse there were two handles. One handle on each side of the neck, so that the rider could hold on while rocking. The horse’s mane and tail was made out of undyed wool yarn. The longer I had the horse the more the yarn started to take on a slight yellow hue from dirt and age. When the rocking horse was given to me both the mane and the tail were firmly attached to the horse. However after a while the mane remained firmly attached to the rocking horse’s neck, but the tail would come out of the rocking horse’s tailbone.
I came to enjoy the fact that the horses tail would come off of it. I would attach the tail to clipboards and practice braiding while watching television or talking to my family. I also liked that it came off because then when I would dust the horse. The pledge and orange oil would not get in the yarn of the tail like it did in the yarn of the mane.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Blog 19 (Object Orientated Autobiography 2)
At my second birthday I was given an African American baby doll by my grandma, which I named Emily. It turns out that Emily is an American Girl Doll. The Doll’s actual name is Bitty Baby. I did not know this until my seventh birthday when my grandma gave my sister Alex a Bitty Baby Doll. She did not realize that it was the same doll she had given me.

Emily has brown eyes with eyelids that actually closed when the baby doll was laid down to sleep. She came in a white outfit. Emily has no actual hair, but the plastic in the area that was her hair was pitted and a darker color than the rest of the doll. The plastic on top of her head made it appear that she has curly black hair. Her hands were folded into little fists like a baby’s does so often. The dolls body was made out of brown cloth and cotton even though her limbs were plastic. Under her right arm there was a long tear that occurred after my childhood best friend, Carmen, and I played tug of war with the doll. Carmen wanted to take the doll to play with, but I was not that good at sharing Emily. The cloth under Emily’s right arm tore so that her arm was almost torn off. I did not play with her for a couple of years because I did not want to break her anymore than she already was.
On Easter morning when I was six I woke up early and went downstairs. Emily was placed in a chair by the kitchen table. My mom had taken the time to sew her arm up by hand. There was a neat brown cross under her arm where the rip had once been. All of these years an Emily still posses that “scar”, even though I have had the opportunity to take her to the American Girl Doll hospital. If I did this then they would replace her body and make it like new, but I find myself attached to the unique “scar” which my mom took the time to create out of a wound.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Blog 18 (Object Autobiography 1)
There is a cook book that my grandma gave my mom. The book was made of recipes compiled by my grandma. The paper is cream colored and held together by plastic comb binding. Some of the pages are coming out of the binding, and the cover is no longer attached to the cookbook. The table of content s is only halfway attached to the binding. The pages of this cook book are now stained with age and ingredients from past dishes that the book aided in. There are little drawings of apples, old stove ovens, and rolling pins on some of the pages. The writing is the neat cursive of my grandma. The ink almost looks blue because it is so old. Each page states the name of the recipe, the section of the book it is under, the person the recipe came from, the ingredients needed, and the process used to make the dish.
This book has seen a lot of holiday moments. Every Christmas my mom pulls out this book and flips to the section on Christmas cookies. We would make Pfeffernussen, Russian Tea Cakes, White Roll Out Cookies, Springerle, Lebkuchen, and Gingerbread panels for the Gingerbread house. Then she’ll send my sisters and me around to gather the ingredients from the cabinets while she pulls out bowls, measuring cups, rolling pins, and any other kitchen item needed to make the cookies. I can remember watching my moms hands work as she kneads and rolls out the dough for Pfeffernussen cookies. Then she would cut them into strips and then cut those strips into little sections. While she would do this I would look the strange name of this delicious cookie in the cookbook. The cookbook reads:
Pfeffernussen , A German Tea Cookie
Recipe Curtesy of Grandma Grotelueschen.

My mom would always drag out the cookbook even though it seemed like she knew the recipes by heart. This cookbook which I can remember so well will some day pass to my sister Alex, mainly because I suck at cooking, which is why I only helped.