tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22873362194213721052024-02-08T07:47:40.191-08:00ComillasinEnglish (Inglés III)Jesús Ángel González Lópezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272128474087118835noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287336219421372105.post-56426117851354476342013-12-13T01:01:00.000-08:002013-12-13T01:01:54.285-08:00Weather<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/weather/feeds/25177088">http://www.bbc.co.uk/weather/feeds/25177088</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.bbc.com/sport/0/football/25273835">http://www.bbc.com/sport/0/football/25273835</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.theguardian.com/world/2011/jun/13/extreme-weather-flooding-droughts-fires">http://www.theguardian.com/world/2011/jun/13/extreme-weather-flooding-droughts-fires</a></div>
Jesús Ángel González Lópezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272128474087118835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287336219421372105.post-25835518545469747852013-12-04T04:19:00.002-08:002013-12-04T04:19:52.873-08:00Homework: Write your own Slice of Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Deadline for a first draft: Dec 10<br />
Corrections: Dec 13<br />
Definitive version: Dec 17<br />
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Read your classmates' stories over the Christmas Holidays. We'll discuss them the first day of class. </div>
Jesús Ángel González Lópezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272128474087118835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287336219421372105.post-34377875795085187662013-11-25T08:31:00.000-08:002013-11-26T00:57:56.809-08:00Next Reading Assignment: Slices of Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You have to read these <span id="goog_1839928526"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/">8 very short storie<span id="goog_1839928527"></span></a>s and choose your favourite: <br />
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<a href="http://slicesoflifejagonzal.blogspot.com.es/2011/01/true-tales-of-american-life.html">http://slicesoflifejagonzal.blogspot.com.es/2011/01/true-tales-of-american-life.html </a><br />
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They all come from Paul Auster's project "True Tales of American Life", after which I developed my own project "Slices of Life"<br />
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<a href="http://slicesoflifejagonzal.blogspot.com.es/">http://slicesoflifejagonzal.blogspot.com.es/</a><br />
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Deadline: December 4</div>
Jesús Ángel González Lópezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272128474087118835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287336219421372105.post-42558408758369275872013-11-12T11:33:00.001-08:002013-11-12T11:33:53.915-08:00El País in English<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://elpais.com/elpais/inenglish.html">http://elpais.com/elpais/inenglish.html</a></div>
Jesús Ángel González Lópezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272128474087118835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287336219421372105.post-59038782328972794902013-10-25T05:22:00.000-07:002013-10-28T00:08:57.391-07:00Blue in the Face<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://tu.tv/videos/secuencias-blue-in-the-face">http://tu.tv/videos/secuencias-blue-in-the-face</a><br />
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I tell you about Lou Reed, and a couple of days later he dies...<br />
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<a href="http://unodosprobandingprobanding.blogspot.com.es/2013/10/goodnight-ladies.html">http://unodosprobandingprobanding.blogspot.com.es/2013/10/goodnight-ladies.html</a><br />
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I'm not mentioning any more singers, writers or artists in class... </div>
Jesús Ángel González Lópezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272128474087118835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287336219421372105.post-44314072313222980642013-10-22T03:58:00.000-07:002013-10-22T05:11:15.865-07:00Next Reading Assignment: Hills Like White Elephants<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Read the short story <b>"Hills like White Elephants" </b>and answer the following questions. We'll discuss the story on <b>Nov 5</b><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;">1.- Where and when does the story take place?</span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;">2.- Could you describe the characters?
</span><span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;">3.- What is the story about? Does it have a plot?</span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;">4.- How would you describe the style in which the story is written?
</span><span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;">5.- A “white elephant”, apart
from its literal meaning, is an idiom which refers to something
considered as a waste of money, something that requires much care but
provides little profit, such as a very expensive train line or a very
expensive and under-used cultural complex. By extension, it is something
of little or no value. Why do you think the writer chose this title?</span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;">6.- Who do you think wrote this story? Why?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span>
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“<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>HILLS LIKE WHITE ELEPHANTS”</b></span>
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The hills across the valley of
the Ebro were long and white. On this side there was no shade and no
trees and the station was between two lines of rails in the sun. Close
against the side of the station there was the warm shadow of the
building and a curtain, made of strings of bamboo beads, hung across the
open door into the bar, to keep out flies. The American and the girl
with him sat at a table in the shade, outside the building. It was very
hot and the express from Barcelona would come in forty minutes. It
stopped at this junction for two minutes and went to Madrid.</div>
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'What should we drink?' the girl asked. She had taken off her hat and put it on the table.</div>
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'It's pretty hot,' the man said. </div>
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'Let's drink beer.' </div>
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'Dos cervezas,' the man said into the curtain. </div>
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'Big ones?' a woman asked from the doorway. </div>
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'Yes. Two big ones.' </div>
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The
woman brought two glasses of beer and two felt pads. She put the felt
pads and the beer glass on the table and looked at the man and the girl.
The girl was looking off at the line of hills. They were white in the
sun and the country was brown and dry. </div>
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'They look like white elephants,' she said. </div>
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'I've never seen one,' the man drank his beer. </div>
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'No, you wouldn't have.' </div>
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'I might have,' the man said. 'Just because you say I wouldn't have doesn't prove anything.' </div>
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The girl looked at the bead curtain. 'They've painted something on it,' she said. 'What does it say?' </div>
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'Anis del Toro. It's a drink.' </div>
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'Could we try it?' </div>
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The man called 'Listen' through the curtain. The woman came out from the bar. </div>
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'Four reales.' 'We want two Anis del Toro.' </div>
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'With water?' </div>
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'Do you want it with water?' </div>
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'I don't know,' the girl said. 'Is it good with water?' </div>
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'It's all right.' </div>
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'You want them with water?' asked the woman. </div>
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'Yes, with water.' </div>
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'It tastes like liquorice,' the girl said and put the glass down. </div>
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'That's the way with everything.' </div>
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'Yes,' said the girl. 'Everything tastes of liquorice. Especially all the things you've waited so long for, like absinthe.' </div>
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'Oh, cut it out.' </div>
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'You started it,' the girl said. 'I was being amused. I was having a fine time.' </div>
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'Well, let's try and have a fine time.' </div>
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'All right. I was trying. I said the mountains looked like white elephants. Wasn't that bright?' </div>
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'That was bright.' </div>
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'I wanted to try this new drink. That's all we do, isn't it - look at things and try new drinks?' </div>
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'I guess so.' </div>
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The girl looked across at the hills. </div>
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'They're
lovely hills,' she said. 'They don't really look like white elephants. I
just meant the colouring of their skin through the trees.' </div>
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'Should we have another drink?' </div>
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'All right.' </div>
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The warm wind blew the bead curtain against the table. </div>
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'The beer's nice and cool,' the man said. </div>
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'It's lovely,' the girl said. </div>
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'It's really an awfully simple operation, Jig,' the man said. 'It's not really an operation at all.' </div>
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The girl looked at the ground the table legs rested on. </div>
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'I know you wouldn't mind it, Jig. It's really not anything. It's just to let the air in.' </div>
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The girl did not say anything. </div>
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'I'll go with you and I'll stay with you all the time. They just let the air in and then it's all perfectly natural.' </div>
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'Then what will we do afterwards?' </div>
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'We'll be fine afterwards. Just like we were before.' </div>
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'What makes you think so?' </div>
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'That's the only thing that bothers us. It's the only thing that's made us unhappy.' </div>
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The girl looked at the bead curtain, put her hand out and took hold of two of the strings of beads. </div>
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'And you think then we'll be all right and be happy.' </div>
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'I know we will. Yon don't have to be afraid. I've known lots of people that have done it.' </div>
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'So have I,' said the girl. 'And afterwards they were all so happy.' </div>
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'Well,'
the man said, 'if you don't want to you don't have to. I wouldn't have
you do it if you didn't want to. But I know it's perfectly simple.' </div>
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'And you really want to?' </div>
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'I think it's the best thing to do. But I don't want you to do it if you don't really want to.' </div>
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'And if I do it you'll be happy and things will be like they were and you'll love me?' </div>
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'I love you now. You know I love you.' </div>
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'I know. But if I do it, then it will be nice again if I say things are like white elephants, and you'll like it?' </div>
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'I'll love it. I love it now but I just can't think about it. You know how I get when I worry.' </div>
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'If I do it you won't ever worry?' </div>
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'I won't worry about that because it's perfectly simple.' </div>
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'Then I'll do it. Because I don't care about me.' </div>
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'What do you mean?' </div>
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'I don't care about me.' </div>
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'Well, I care about you.' </div>
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'Oh, yes. But I don't care about me. And I'll do it and then everything will be fine.' </div>
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'I don't want you to do it if you feel that way.' </div>
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The
girl stood up and walked to the end of the station. Across, on the
other side, were fields of grain and trees along the banks of the Ebro.
Far away, beyond the river, were mountains. The shadow of a cloud moved
across the field of grain and she saw the river through the trees. </div>
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'And we could have all this,' she said. 'And we could have everything and every day we make it more impossible.' </div>
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'What did you say?' </div>
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'I said we could have everything.' </div>
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'No, we can't.' </div>
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'We can have the whole world.' </div>
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'No, we can't.' </div>
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'We can go everywhere.' </div>
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'No, we can't. It isn't ours any more.' </div>
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'It's ours.' </div>
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'No, it isn't. And once they take it away, you never get it back.' </div>
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'But they haven't taken it away.' </div>
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'We'll wait and see.' </div>
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'Come on back in the shade,' he said. 'You mustn't feel that way.' </div>
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'I don't feel any way,' the girl said. 'I just know things.' </div>
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'I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do -' </div>
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'Nor that isn't good for me,' she said. 'I know. Could we have another beer?' </div>
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'All right. But you've got to realize - ' </div>
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'I realize,' the girl said. 'Can't we maybe stop talking?' </div>
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They
sat down at the table and the girl looked across at the hills on the
dry side of the valley and the man looked at her and at the table. </div>
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'You've
got to realize,' he said, ' that I don't want you to do it if you don't
want to. I'm perfectly willing to go through with it if it means
anything to you.' </div>
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'Doesn't it mean anything to you? We could get along.' </div>
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'Of course it does. But I don't want anybody but you. I don't want anyone else. And I know it's perfectly simple.' </div>
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'Yes, you know it's perfectly simple.' </div>
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'It's all right for you to say that, but I do know it.' </div>
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'Would you do something for me now?' </div>
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'I'd do anything for you.' </div>
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'Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?' </div>
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He
did not say anything but looked at the bags against the wall of the
station. There were labels on them from all the hotels where they had
spent nights. </div>
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'But I don't want you to,' he said, 'I don't care anything about it.' </div>
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'I'll scream,' the girl siad. </div>
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The
woman came out through the curtains with two glasses of beer and put
them down on the damp felt pads. 'The train comes in five minutes,' she
said. </div>
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'What did she say?' asked the girl. </div>
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'That the train is coming in five minutes.' </div>
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The girl smiled brightly at the woman, to thank her. </div>
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'I'd better take the bags over to the other side of the station,' the man said. She smiled at him. </div>
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'All right. Then come back and we'll finish the beer.' </div>
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He
picked up the two heavy bags and carried them around the station to the
other tracks. He looked up the tracks but could not see the train.
Coming back, he walked through the bar-room, where people waiting for
the train were drinking. He drank an Anis at the bar and looked at the
people. They were all waiting reasonably for the train. He went out
through the bead curtain. She was sitting at the table and smiled at
him. </div>
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'Do you feel better?' he asked. </div>
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'I feel fine,' she said. 'There's nothing wrong with me. I feel fine.' </div>
</div>
Jesús Ángel González Lópezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272128474087118835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287336219421372105.post-35526311314441609552013-09-18T03:56:00.001-07:002013-09-18T03:56:27.964-07:00Beginning of classes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Welcome to English III. Classes start on Sept 24.</div>
Jesús Ángel González Lópezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272128474087118835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287336219421372105.post-70930544840407101672012-11-27T08:53:00.002-08:002013-11-22T01:24:17.069-08:00MINISAGAS WITH CORRECTIONS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255706156172861310" target="_blank"><span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Julia Vasileva</span></a><span class="apple-converted-space"><span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">THE LIE</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">She was waiting for this meeting for five long
months, since they had met by Internet. She was really charmed by him, dreaming
about long romantic walking…<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background: white;">- Hello, Steve!</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">- Hi, Mary, you are so beautiful… Will you help me?</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">She nodded and turned round his wheelchair towards
the park…<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">REVENGE IS SWEET (Bruno Revenga)</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">May was a womanizer bee. One day, he was flitting
from one flower to another. Suddenly, a clever woman tried to hit him but
fortunately he escaped. The beehive plotted to sting her but she spread her
house with honey and the bees died stuck. </span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">‘Revenge is sweet’ she laughed.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Mónica Martínez Medina NEVER AGAIN</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Robert was frustrated because his son never obeyed
him. He always had to remind him to do his homework and to pick up the car toys
of the bedroom. ‘Why is the car rolling by the ground? Robert left from his
home urgently. </span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">He had
forgotten to put the handbrake!</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">sidahmed mohamed THE LIE:</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Mr. Kiwi went out like every morning to give his
morning walk. When he came to the corner of the fruit shop, unfortunately he saw
a poster that said: "missing kiwi"; the photo coincided with his
aspect. Mr. Kiwi was really astonished. When he entered to ask for explanations,
everyone started laughing.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Ángela Benito A ROMANTIC HOLIDAY</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">I thought that my honeymoon was going to be the
most wonderful<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>holiday
that I had ever had. My mother in law paid us a romantic holiday in Venice; it
would be fantastic. However, when we arrived there, my parents in law were
there too. It was a surprise, how lucky I was!<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">A HOLIDAY ROMANCE by Jeremy Espino</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">• Hello Peter, How was your vacation?</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">• Oh so good, this was the best vacation of my
life, I met the ideal woman: pretty, intelligent and lovely, she is perfect.</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">• Oh I am glad for you.</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">• But there is a problem, I can´t either call her
or look for her.</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">• why not?</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">• I met her in summer, It was only a holiday
romance. </span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">This is the
law.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Marina Trujillano NEVER AGAIN</span></span><br />
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Jesús Ángel González Lópezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272128474087118835noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287336219421372105.post-68576945060461200672012-11-23T01:17:00.000-08:002013-11-19T03:02:11.254-08:00MINISAGAS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A MODERN CHRISTMAS CAROL (Jesús A. González)<br />
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Screege had always hated Christmas. The Spirit of Past and Present Christmas appeared and tried to make him change. But he still hated Christmas. However, when the Spirit of Future Christmas showed him the future, he quickly changed his mind. He bought shares of shopping malls. Now he loves Christmas.</div>
Jesús Ángel González Lópezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272128474087118835noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287336219421372105.post-51457074088251683912012-10-16T01:43:00.000-07:002013-10-08T01:52:16.941-07:00Smoke<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Smoke" is the film based on "Auggie Wren's Christmas Story" which you will be watching on Friday. You'll have to answer these questions after watching it:<br />
- What are the differences between the film and the story? What has been added (or deleted)?<br />
- Are the characters represented as you had imagined them?<br />
- Is Auggie's photo project as you had imagined it?<br />
- Do you think Auggie's story is true or a lie?<br />
- Do you like the re-telling of Auggie's story in black and white at the end of the film? (you can read my questions to Paul Auster and his answers here: http://issuu.com/jagonzal/docs/lfq_happy_accidents)</div>
Jesús Ángel González Lópezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272128474087118835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287336219421372105.post-44451632461760201722012-09-28T02:22:00.000-07:002013-09-18T03:57:38.918-07:00Reading Assignment: Auggie Wren's Christmas Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The text of the story is here: <a href="http://www.xtec.cat/~dsanz4/materiales/auggie_wren.pdf">http://www.xtec.cat/~dsanz4/materiales/auggie_wren.pdf</a>, and you can hear Paul Auster reading it aloud here: <a href="http://www.npr.org/player/v2/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=1&islist=false&id=4244994&m=4244995">http://www.npr.org/player/v2/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=1&islist=false&id=4244994&m=4244995</a><br />
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- What are Christmas stories like?<br />
- What is special about Auggie Wren's Christmas story?<br />
- What do you think about Auggie's photo project? Can time be captured?<br />
- Do you think Auggie's behaviour with the old lady is right?<br />
- Should stories always be true? What's the relationship between art and reality?<br />
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DEADLINE: Oct 8</div>
Jesús Ángel González Lópezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272128474087118835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287336219421372105.post-56116320114002953682012-03-23T04:46:00.000-07:002013-09-18T03:54:10.214-07:00How to make a presentation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">This is a pretty good video about making presentations:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://www.llas.ac.uk/resources/mb/2722" style="color: #de7008;">http://www.llas.ac.uk:80/resources/mb/2722</a></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And here you have a very complete guide:</span></div>
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<a href="http://www.englishclub.com/speaking/presentations.htm"><span style="color: #993300;">http://www.englishclub.com/speaking/presentations.htm</span></a></div>
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