mandag den 21. oktober 2013

The End of Men

Questions for ”The End of Men”

1: According to Rosin what has changed?

2: What did Ronald Ericsson create and what were his ideals about men?

3: How is his invention used today?

4: Why does Ericsson say: “why wouldn’t you choose a girl?” ?


5: Can you pinpoint any connection to Fight Club?

torsdag den 23. maj 2013

James Joyce Araby


1: Which aspects about Mangan’s sister are highlighted in the description on page 19?
Feel free to comment on the quotes “She held one of the spikes… she stood at ease” (the top) and “I may have stood there…below the dress” (2nd last paragraph).

2: What does the main character hint at when he says that he “can interpret the signs”?

3: Comment on the symbolism in the description of the main character’s journey to the bazaar?

4: What had the narrator expected to find at Araby? What does he find?

5. Why is he so frustrated in the end?

mandag den 20. maj 2013

Marillion: Gaza - a song that can change the world?


This song opens the 2012 album "Sounds that can't be made" and has received both a lot of praise and a lot of criticism.

Consider the following questions:

1: What do you think of the lyrics? Comment on at least one quote that you like/dislike. Do you understand why many people are angry?

2: What do you think of the song? Explain why you like/dislike it.

3: Is this a song that could change the world?


Marillion - Gaza Lyrics
When I was young it all seemed like a game
Living here brought no sense of shame
But now I'm older I've come to understand
Once we had houses
Once we had land
They rained down bullets on us as our homes collapsed
We lay beneath the rubble terrified

Hoping.. Dare we dream?
We gave up waiting
For us, to dream is still a dream

When I woke up, the house was broken stones
We suddenly had nothing
And nothing's changed

We live, eight people, in this overcrowded heat
Factory-farmed animals living in our own sweat
Living like this is all my baby brother ever knew
The world does nothing. What can we do?

We will kick the ball
We will skip the rope
We will play outside. Be careful
We will paint and draw. We will say our prayers

Outside the pitiless sun bleaches the broken streets
The darkness drops in the evening like an iron door
The men play cards under torchlight
The women stay inside
Hell can erupt in a moment day or night

You ask for trouble if you stray too close to the wall
My father died ..feeding the birds
Mum goes in front of me to check for soldiers

For every hot-head stone ten come back
For every hot-head stone a hundred come back
For every rocket fired the drones come back

For thirteen years the roads have all been closed
We're isolated. We're denied medical supplies
Fuel and work are scarce. They build houses on our farms
The old men weep. The young men take up arms.

We're packed like chickens in this town of block cement
I get headache from the diesel. When it rains, the sewers too
I had no idea what martyrdom meant
Until my older brother.. my older brother
I'm sorry. I can't continue.

You sow the wind, you reap the whirlwind, it is said
When people know they have no future
Can we blame them if we cannot tame them?
And when their hopes and dreams are broken
And they feel they might as well be dead
As they go, will we forgive them
If they take us with them?

Stay close
Stay home
Stay calm
Have faith

With the love of our family we can rise above anything
Someday surely someone must help us
With the love of our family we can rise above anything
Someday surely someone must help us
Even now we will go to school
Even now we will dream to dream
Someday surely someone must help us

Nothing's ever simple - that's for sure
There are grieving mothers on both sides of the wire
And everyone deserves a chance to feel the future just might be bright
But any way you look at it - whichever point of view
For us to have to live like this
It just aint right
It just aint right
It just aint right

We all want peace and freedom that's for sure
But peace won't come from standing on our necks
Everyone deserves a chance to feel the future just might be bright
But any way you look at this - whichever point of view
For us to have to live like this
It just aint right
It just aint right
It just aint right

It's like a nightmare rose up slouching towards Bethlehem
Like a nightmare rose up from this small strip of land
Slouching towards Bethlehem

It's like a nightmare rose up from this small strip of land
Slouching towards Bethlehem

Stay close
Stay home
Have faith

I can't know what twist of history did this to me
It's like a nightmare

With the love of our family
We can rise above anything
Some day surely someone must help us...

torsdag den 29. november 2012

Slumdog Millionaire


We have watched the movie "Slumdog Millionaire" and I want you to think about the follwing things:

1: Do you agree that it is "the feel-good film of the decade"?


2: Which scene is your favourite/least favourite? why?


3: What does this film tell you about modern day India?


4: Did you recognize anything from your English classes in the film?

mandag den 1. oktober 2012

Marillion: Gaza - a song that can change the world?

This song opens the 2012 album "Sounds that can't be made" and has received both a lot of praise and a lot of criticism.

Consider the following questions:

1: What do you think of the lyrics? Comment on at least one quote that you like/dislike. Do you understand why many people are angry?

2: What do you think of the song? Explain why you like/dislike it.

3: Is this a song that could change the world?


Marillion - Gaza Lyrics

When I was young it all seemed like a game
Living here brought no sense of shame
But now I'm older I've come to understand
Once we had houses
Once we had land
They rained down bullets on us as our homes collapsed
We lay beneath the rubble terrified

Hoping.. Dare we dream?
We gave up waiting
For us, to dream is still a dream

When I woke up, the house was broken stones
We suddenly had nothing
And nothing's changed

We live, eight people, in this overcrowded heat
Factory-farmed animals living in our own sweat
Living like this is all my baby brother ever knew
The world does nothing. What can we do?

We will kick the ball
We will skip the rope
We will play outside. Be careful
We will paint and draw. We will say our prayers

Outside the pitiless sun bleaches the broken streets
The darkness drops in the evening like an iron door
The men play cards under torchlight
The women stay inside
Hell can erupt in a moment day or night

You ask for trouble if you stray too close to the wall
My father died ..feeding the birds
Mum goes in front of me to check for soldiers

For every hot-head stone ten come back
For every hot-head stone a hundred come back
For every rocket fired the drones come back

For thirteen years the roads have all been closed
We're isolated. We're denied medical supplies
Fuel and work are scarce. They build houses on our farms
The old men weep. The young men take up arms.

We're packed like chickens in this town of block cement
I get headache from the diesel. When it rains, the sewers too
I had no idea what martyrdom meant
Until my older brother.. my older brother
I'm sorry. I can't continue.

You sow the wind, you reap the whirlwind, it is said
When people know they have no future
Can we blame them if we cannot tame them?
And when their hopes and dreams are broken
And they feel they might as well be dead
As they go, will we forgive them
If they take us with them?

Stay close
Stay home
Stay calm
Have faith

With the love of our family we can rise above anything
Someday surely someone must help us
With the love of our family we can rise above anything
Someday surely someone must help us
Even now we will go to school
Even now we will dream to dream
Someday surely someone must help us

Nothing's ever simple - that's for sure
There are grieving mothers on both sides of the wire
And everyone deserves a chance to feel the future just might be bright
But any way you look at it - whichever point of view
For us to have to live like this
It just aint right
It just aint right
It just aint right

We all want peace and freedom that's for sure
But peace won't come from standing on our necks
Everyone deserves a chance to feel the future just might be bright
But any way you look at this - whichever point of view
For us to have to live like this
It just aint right
It just aint right
It just aint right

It's like a nightmare rose up slouching towards Bethlehem
Like a nightmare rose up from this small strip of land
Slouching towards Bethlehem

It's like a nightmare rose up from this small strip of land
Slouching towards Bethlehem

Stay close
Stay home
Have faith

I can't know what twist of history did this to me
It's like a nightmare

With the love of our family
We can rise above anything
Some day surely someone must help us...

fredag den 31. august 2012

Do you download music illegally?


Do you download music illegally? Congratulations, you are killing the UK pop industry - Mail Online - Paul Connolly on Music and Movies
28. august 2012
09:10
25 March 2010 1:22 PM
Do you download music illegally? Congratulations, you are killing the UK pop industry
Listen, most of us have done it at least once.
In the early days of the internet I occasionally tracked down obscure songs from acts of my youth that I couldn’t find anywhere else on dodgy peer-to-peer services such as Limewire.
I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong – after all, I’d already bought the songs on 7” inch singles back in the 1980s so it wasn’t like I hadn’t paid for them already.
That was my reasoning anyway, flawed as it was.
Then, as I spent more time with bands, I started to realise the detrimental effect it was having on their livelihood. “People think it’s no big deal but it is, essentially, stealing,” was the general feeling among bands. “If we don’t sell enough albums, the label will not renew our contract and the band splits up.”
But many people still think nothing of downloading music illegally. Indeed some think it’s their right.
Why? Would they be happy working for nothing? No, of course not, but they expect their favourite bands to not be paid for their work.
Last year Lily Allen (above) popped her head above the parapet and said, ‘Illegal file-sharing damages music because it harms new artists.
'When you start in a music career, you need money to establish and promote yourself and pay for your material to be recorded.
'This money comes from music sales, because when you're a new artist you can't make enough from gigs or selling T-shirts. If you can't sell your music, you can't go on. It's that simple.’
She was absolutely slaughtered for her stance by those most cowardly of individuals, anonymous internet warriors. ‘All art should be free,’ claimed one bonehead. ‘You’re rich, so stop moaning,’ piped up another rational thought vacuum, while one music critic, usually a sensible chap, called Allen "a pampered lovey in chav's clothing."
And these were the less vicious responses by the brain donors.
Allen is, of course right, as emphasised by a recent report which suggests that the British music business is likely to lose nearly 10,000 jobs over the next 5 years as a result of piracy.
That’s nearly 10% of those currently employed in an industry which currently annually exports £1.3bn of music.
The contraction of the industry will mean fewer labels signing fewer new bands. As music business boss Geoff Taylor says, ‘We are approaching a tipping point where investment in our talent will dry up due to mass illegal downloading.’
And what will the music thieves have left to steal then?
 

tirsdag den 1. november 2011

Sjov med Google Doc

I dag skulle et 3G engelskhold starte arbejdsprocessen med en sagprosatekst (The End of Men"). Resultatet skal være et sagprosaessay I de næste to uger skal vi lave fokusere på arbejdsprocessen bag essayskrivning, da flere falder for fristelsen til bare at skrive og se hvad der sker.

Vi tog første spadestik i dag. Klassen havde læst teksten og efter en kort intro med venlige advarsler mod misbrug af formatet, var vi klar til at gå i gang. Jeg havde lagt en analysemodel ind i et dokument. Modellen havde 8 dele i alt. De første seks dele er relativt overskuelige og da klassen er delt ind i 6 faste grupper fik de et punkt hver. De sidste to punkter er noget mere abstrakte og arbejdskrævende og derfor blev de delt mellem de 6 grupper.

Resten af timen forløb med godt og konstruktivt arbejde, måske hjulpet på vej af at det samlede dokument ville være en god hjælp i forhold til at skrive det endelige essay.

Jeg har brugt Google doc flittigt på det seneste i både engelsk og religionsklasser og synes det er et godt redskab. Jeg vil dog afsætte lidt til at folk kan oprette deres egen konto så de ikke kun står opført som anonyme brugere, når de skriver i dokumentet.