Truth be told, this was Brittany’s find – I was adamantly against taking it home (just as adamant as I was when Brittany picked up $7 off the sidewalk a few months ago); but I’ll admit (now that it’s sat in the car for over a year), it’s pretty awesome. The teacher’s notes are a bit hard to read in the scan:
Great start – I’d like to reread it you are missing some words and need to change others (see underlined). If you rewrite it you’ll get extra credit
As for the story itself, here’s Folusho Adeyemo’s original text with corrections in brackets:
Hi, hoots the name and a seed is my game. I’m here to(y) tell you one of the greatest story in the world. The story of the plant hunters watcher. We starts of with a group of kids playing with some squeals, [what is this?] “A[h] men” the kid said to his friends, looking at the squeal with a smile on his face and his mind screaming food! “let eat”
The other [boys] smile and picked up there [their] knee and just about they killed the squeal they saw it planting a seed in the earth and they cooked and eat [ate - past tense] the squeal. Even dough the boy was fall he went back to that spot ever day. Some said he was a fool but fool where the great, some said [he] was looking for a voice of an angel and he was, sew if each day and because that he was telt [does not make sense] to find food on his own and he did with a peach tree all to him self.”
Jessica’s suggestion to post photos taken with our phones is a brilliant one…
As I’m sure I’ve mentioned 1000 times, Dan and I saw Phish last month and it was AMAZING!!!! The most amazing part: stepping out onto the street to discover that literally everyone was huffing nitrous oxide balloons, the dude above included.
Replacing the center ‘O’ with a pair of buttocks is absolutely inspired. Rats off to Grace for pointing this one out (you can view it in person at the corner of McGuinness and Greenpoint Avenue)
While it’s no big secret that the vast majority of illustrations in the Compendium aren’t totally mind-blowing (compare the Displacer Beast on the binder cover above to the rather anemic image on the profile page, after the jump), the full color images printed on the weirdly textured heavy weight matte paper sectional dividers are among some of the best works of art from the 2nd Edition epoch.
Rats off to the likes of Daniel R Horne, Jeff Easley and Larry Elmore.
What I failed to get in the frame of my camera-phone? The woman with a cane and one of those big velcro boots around her broken ankle.
This Robin Hood costume combined a hat, cape and tunic my grandmother made with my aunt Beth’s belt, green jeans and boots… I’d nearly forgotten about the fish tank in the dining room; and the directors chairs at the table…
I’ve been to a couple of shows where everyone knows the words to every song, but that doesn’t mean they necessarily sing along the entire time. R Kelly’s fans are different. Throughout the two-hour performance, which was really just about a half dozen medleys covering bits of well over 3o songs, the audience bellowed the chorus and, in some cases, verses of almost every song, even the Sam Cooke number he covered near the end.
There were some weird spots, like the home video he played (within the home video of a monologue he recorded) of Michael Jackson and auteur Brett Rattner dancing to the remix of Ignition and the part where he spoke openly about how this was the first tour he’d been on since his court case…
No Trapped in the Closet, which we kind of anticipated he’d avoid anyway (though Sex in the Kitchen briefly entered the mix), just tons and tons of sincere, if slightly raunchy, songs about having sex, usually in hotel rooms.
I know it’s not too easy to tell, but this image comes from the grand finale, set to Step in the Name of Love.
Any graphic designer worth her/his salt can tell you that there is really only one answer to the frequently asked question, “What font would you set the words ‘Jeff Foxworthy’ in?”
I’ll sleep better tonight secure in the knowledge that the members of the elite My9 graphics team know the answer.
Sure, Daniel Kitson and Joaquin Phoenix both have beards, but my response has always been a hybrid of David Spade and James Spader… David Spader, if you will.
