Monday, May 24, 2010
Extra Credit Blog
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Learning Five New Facts on Oil
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Work Cited
Works Cited
Hoedt, Rudolf . "Ghana racing against the oil curse | Ghana Business News." Ghana Business News :http://www.ghanabusinessnews.com/2010/04/17/ghana-racing-against-the-oil-curse/ (accessed May 5, 2010).
Ghana's struggles with Oil
Birdsall, Nancy , and Arvind Subramanian. "Saving Iraq from Its Oil." foreign affairs 84 (2004): 77-89. http://www.jstor.org/pss/20034048 (accessed May 4, 2010).
Since OIl has a true nasty side, Iraq needs to be saved from it
Dickey, Christopher. "Oil, Iraq's Greatest Asset, Could Doom Its Future - Newsweek.com." Newsweek - National News, World News, Health, Technology, Entertainment and more... - Newsweek.com. http://www.newsweek.com/id/234634 (accessed May 5, 2010).
Oil is both good and bad
Karl, Terry . "he Perils of the Petro-State: Reflections on the Paradox of Plenty." Journal of International Affairs 53 (1999): 32-48. http://www-leland.stanford.edu/group/polisci/faculty/documents/KarlParadox.pdf (accessed May 3, 2010).
SHows all aspect of oil and opinions of the negative effect oil has on the world
Ross, Michael. " The Political Economy of the Resource Curse." The Political Economy of the Resource Curse 51 (1999): 297-322. http://www.jstor.org/pss/25054077 (accessed May 3, 2010).
Resource Curse
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
UKRAINE PARLIAMENT
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Hubble Telescope
Current Event
Monday, April 19, 2010
Who was involved with the Korean War
The Holocaust from the eyes of a German
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The History of the Atomic Bomb
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
A Cause of WWII
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Was Japan Totalitarian
Extra Credit Blog
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The Outcomes of Italy and France in World War I.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Jack Morris Wright
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Jack and translation of his letter to his mother
Just back from the leave. We got to Paris at noon. I invaded the coiffeur's. He was on permission too. Then lunch and shopping. A French lady helped me out in the post office and I thereby made her delightful acquaintance. Such things, though, are only a matter of daily event in this Parisian swimming pool.
I had an early dinner at the Café des Lilas where by chance I sat next to a charming girl I had met last night in Paris. She is the beautiful "amie" of an ambulanceer and a very good camarade. Then I walked through the grand Luxembourg Gardens; its terraces where the artists' models and young family girls just learning to pose stroll carelessly in its caressing atmosphere. I had a "Fraise" at a café just to watch the types walk the "Boul. Miche." ...
We took the evening-train at eight o'clock with high spirits, but low hearts. Then from ten to one o'clock at night we had a truck ride. That, of course, is like riding on artillery wagon seats at full gallop, in the dust of a whole army through the cold of the North Pole. The rest of the night I slept in my bunk without bothering to undo my shoe laces, having been going since four in the morning before, to one that morning, and "some going."
To-day, Friday, we are taking our last day of rest (it's the only one too) before packing bags for a trip unknown. The sun in coming out, brought out the mandolins, and between the two, vague thoughts of yesterday's Paris and a month ago's home, filter through our weariness as the souvenir notes of a song from out the past.
I received quite a love letter from my little unknown girl way down along the twining Doubs river. But hélas! such other things call me with such other forces that my idle, magnetized soul cannot hypnotize myself to going down to see her --- though I easily could....
By the way, an adjutant of chasseurs whom I was talking with two days ago is now being buried. You see some hand-grenades went off too soon during practise work and --- well, a number of other soldier friends had their faces wiped off at the same time.
I will write you more whenever I get time. You will learn much more, though, of my trip from my diary when I get back, than from the little side notes of those hasty careless letters. With much love,
Your affectionate son
In this letter, Jack, a son, is writing to his mother from Paris. He just arrived to Paris and was getting settled making acquaintances, eating, a little shopping. That night he had dinner next to a pretty girl who he secretly has a love for. He then explore all that Paris had to offer and the interesting history to learn about including all the art. He then got on the train with the rest of the troops and then got onto a car to go back into his army. It was his last night of rest before he had to go fight in WWI. The next day is the final day until he would be shipped of to a battle in god knows where. He is thinking about his rest in Paris and how he was at home a month ago and know he is at war. He received a love letter from a mystery girl. He is telling his mother how he was talking to a soldier the other day and now he is going six feet under, how soldiers drop like flies and its scary out there. He sends his love and will write when he can.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
key aspect leading up to wwI
Before the World War I, all nations were self-absorbed in improving their own country and what it had to offer. Imperialism also was a key factor before the WWI started and imperialism was taking place is some area of the world. While the countries were building up their power they made alliances with other nations so that they would not have to worry about battling them. Also almost every country’s army was building and growing stronger due to the technological advancements. All this commotion of each country building stronger and stronger to strive to become the strongest nation in the world led to the killing of Ferdinand which was one of the key aspects leading to world war one.
Monday, January 25, 2010
WWI Aviation in Paris
Just back from the leave. We got to Paris at noon. I invaded the coiffeur's. He was on permission too. Then lunch and shopping. A French lady helped me out in the post office and I thereby made her delightful acquaintance. Such things, though, are only a matter of daily event in this Parisian swimming pool.
I had an early dinner at the Café des Lilas where by chance I sat next to a charming girl I had met last night in Paris. She is the beautiful "amie" of an ambulanceer and a very good camarade. Then I walked through the grand Luxembourg Gardens; its terraces where the artists' models and young family girls just learning to pose stroll carelessly in its caressing atmosphere. I had a "Fraise" at a café just to watch the types walk the "Boul. Miche." ...
We took the evening-train at eight o'clock with high spirits, but low hearts. Then from ten to one o'clock at night we had a truck ride. That, of course, is like riding on artillery wagon seats at full gallop, in the dust of a whole army through the cold of the North Pole. The rest of the night I slept in my bunk without bothering to undo my shoe laces, having been going since four in the morning before, to one that morning, and "some going."
To-day, Friday, we are taking our last day of rest (it's the only one too) before packing bags for a trip unknown. The sun in coming out, brought out the mandolins, and between the two, vague thoughts of yesterday's Paris and a month ago's home, filter through our weariness as the souvenir notes of a song from out the past.
I received quite a love letter from my little unknown girl way down along the twining Doubs river. But hélas! such other things call me with such other forces that my idle, magnetized soul cannot hypnotize myself to going down to see her --- though I easily could....
By the way, an adjutant of chasseurs whom I was talking with two days ago is now being buried. You see some hand-grenades went off too soon during practise work and --- well, a number of other soldier friends had their faces wiped off at the same time.
I will write you more whenever I get time. You will learn much more, though, of my trip from my diary when I get back, than from the little side notes of those hasty careless letters. With much love,
Monday, January 18, 2010
Italian National Anthem
ITALIAN LYRCIS Fratelli d'Italia L'Italia s'è desta, Dell'elmo di Scipio S'è cinta la testa. Dov'è la Vittoria? Le porga la chioma, Ché schiava di Roma Iddio la creò. Stringiamci a coorte Siam pronti alla morte L'Italia chiamò. Noi siamo da secoli Calpesti, derisi, Perché non siam popolo, Perché siam divisi. Raccolgaci un'unica Bandiera, una speme: Di fonderci insieme Già l'ora suonò. Stringiamci a coorte Siam pronti alla morte L'Italia chiamò. Uniamoci, amiamoci, l'Unione, e l'amore Rivelano ai Popoli Le vie del Signore; Giuriamo far libero Il suolo natìo: Uniti per Dio Chi vincer ci può? Stringiamci a coorte Siam pronti alla morte L'Italia chiamò. Dall'Alpi a Sicilia Dovunque è Legnano, Ogn'uom di Ferruccio Ha il core, ha la mano, I bimbi d'Italia Si chiaman Balilla, Il suon d'ogni squilla I Vespri suonò. Stringiamci a coorte Siam pronti alla morte L'Italia chiamò. Son giunchi che piegano Le spade vendute: Già l'Aquila d'Austria Le penne ha perdute. Il sangue d'Italia, Il sangue Polacco, Bevé, col cosacco, Ma il cor le bruciò. Stringiamci a coorte Siam pronti alla morte L'Italia chiamò
ENGLISH TRANSLATION Italian Brothers, Italy has awakened, She has wreathed her head With the helmet of Scipio. Where is Victory? She bows her head to you, You, whom God created As the slave of Rome.* Let us band together, We are ready to die, We are ready to die, Italy has called us. *[this is to mean that Victory is the slave of Rome who should bow her head to Italy, not that Italy is the slave of Rome]
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Matthew Perry
http://www.grifworld.com/perryhome.html (accessed January 13, 2010).