<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153721</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:13:05.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nina Giannuzzi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nina Giannuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932517043709313044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153721.post-111521517197386759</id><published>2005-04-24T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T07:05:27.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellison's Invisable Man</title><content type='html'>The Invisable Man was an interesting novel and kept my attention, although I felt it was very simular to the reading on Douglas.  Myself being an upper middle class white girl, never around blacks whiole growing up, I did not realize the diffculties and challanges they had to face.  I do understand better now, and for example the "Invisable Man" and how he felt but I do think that the times have changed.  Today I do not think racism is a huge issue, and if anyone does make it a problem it is the blacks.  I am sure there are people in the world that are still racist, but the percentages have decreased from the 1950's, im sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153721-111521517197386759?l=iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/111521517197386759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153721&amp;postID=111521517197386759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/111521517197386759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/111521517197386759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/2005/04/ellisons-invisable-man.html' title='Ellison&apos;s Invisable Man'/><author><name>Nina Giannuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932517043709313044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153721.post-111456127204907276</id><published>2005-03-13T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T17:21:12.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DuPlessis</title><content type='html'>If I were to ask Rachel DuPlessis one question I would want to know where all her ideas come from and what is her inspirtation to write these peoms, escpecially the longer ones.  I know it takes me a very long time to get ideas just to write a short paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153721-111456127204907276?l=iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/111456127204907276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153721&amp;postID=111456127204907276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/111456127204907276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/111456127204907276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/2005/03/duplessis.html' title='DuPlessis'/><author><name>Nina Giannuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932517043709313044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153721.post-111456085368717887</id><published>2005-03-11T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T17:14:13.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antigone</title><content type='html'>Anitgone was a bit more difficult story to read in my opinion.  I get confused as to who is related, daughters and fathers, other relative, ect.  these mythological stories are not exactly what I would choose to read.  Although Antigone was a shorter reading, i was still pretty lost throughout the story until we discussed it in class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153721-111456085368717887?l=iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/111456085368717887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153721&amp;postID=111456085368717887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/111456085368717887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/111456085368717887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/2005/03/antigone.html' title='Antigone'/><author><name>Nina Giannuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932517043709313044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153721.post-111456028057503159</id><published>2005-02-27T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T17:04:40.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cortez</title><content type='html'>While reading through the Legend of Cortez, I imediatly thought of an old country western.  With all of the fighting and killings that was the first thing that came to mind, then after we watched a little peice of the movie, it all was put into perspective.  I personaly did not care for this reading, way too much violence and I could not follow it very easily, but if you are into that kind of stuff, it would be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153721-111456028057503159?l=iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/111456028057503159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153721&amp;postID=111456028057503159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/111456028057503159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/111456028057503159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/2005/02/cortez.html' title='Cortez'/><author><name>Nina Giannuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932517043709313044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153721.post-111455734543598640</id><published>2005-02-24T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T16:59:45.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorca's, Blood Wedding</title><content type='html'>As I was reading this play a different thoughts were coming into mind. Everyone made the bride out to be such an awful person, when in my eyes I probably would have done the same thing. She did not want to marry who she was "choosen" to be with, she wanted Leonardo, and can you blame her? Every girl has a dream of falling in love and marrying that man you love. I cannot blame her for running off with Leonardo and following her heart, it seems like the choice any gril would make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153721-111455734543598640?l=iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/111455734543598640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153721&amp;postID=111455734543598640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/111455734543598640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/111455734543598640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/2005/02/lorcas-blood-wedding.html' title='Lorca&apos;s, Blood Wedding'/><author><name>Nina Giannuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932517043709313044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153721.post-110859715071308863</id><published>2005-02-16T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T16:01:19.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Chopins, "The Awakening"</title><content type='html'>I was very suprised, but this novel held my interest.  I could not figure out how Edna's mind worked, but I thought that eventually I could learn, needless to say I am still a bit confused.  Although Edna's romances seemed to take center stage in the novel but to me the way Edna treated her children stuck out the most.  One moment she was so very distant with them, and the next she wanted to be the best mother, and so close to her children.  This was very odd to me, I realize that she was very confused and not all there but to neglect your children is obsurd.  Not only the neglect aspect but having their minds bounce back and forth wondering how their mother was going to be around them the next time they see her is crazy.  Overall this was an interesting novel to read, that held my attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153721-110859715071308863?l=iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/110859715071308863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153721&amp;postID=110859715071308863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/110859715071308863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/110859715071308863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/2005/02/kate-chopins-awakening.html' title='Kate Chopins, &quot;The Awakening&quot;'/><author><name>Nina Giannuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932517043709313044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153721.post-110686873721123941</id><published>2005-01-27T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T15:32:17.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilman's "The Yellow Wall Paper"</title><content type='html'>Gilman's "The Yellow Wall Paper" in the beginning before I knew anything else, was very choppy and all of the place.  I was thinking it was a little confusing and mind boggling, but after knowing Gilman wrote this herself, it all fell into place for me.  I tried to think about what it would be like to be her, I am so sure that it is not an easy shoe to fill.  Me knowing that she wrote this from her own experience, gained my respect for her courage for going through and admitting this to everyone and having it published.  I think that takes a great deal of courage, imagine what it would be like walking a mile in her shoes and then coming back in the state of mind she was in and writing this all down, its amazing to me.  I realize that the story was totaly off the wall, but I think it can open some eyes up to see how things can really be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153721-110686873721123941?l=iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/110686873721123941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153721&amp;postID=110686873721123941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/110686873721123941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/110686873721123941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/2005/01/gilmans-yellow-wall-paper.html' title='Gilman&apos;s &quot;The Yellow Wall Paper&quot;'/><author><name>Nina Giannuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932517043709313044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153721.post-110686789530880895</id><published>2005-01-27T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T15:18:15.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Douglas</title><content type='html'>When I first started reading Douglas'  "The Theory Toolbox", it seemed very interesting as he told about his own experience as a slave.  Often times we read stories about slavery but they may not be straight "from the horses mouth."  They way Douglas told his story was in a way the readers could put themselves in that very situation.  Some of his writing was a little bit out of the ordinary so to speak, the first four parts we read were very negative and just as they should be, then the second reading Douglas was talking about his new master.  It was not the talking about the new master that got me, but the way, he was so positive about her and seemed to really like the master.  It seemed out of place, that he really enjoyed his new master, but he still made the readers feel like we were in his shoes.  I really enjoyed reading Douglas' story and look forward to getting into more with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153721-110686789530880895?l=iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/110686789530880895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153721&amp;postID=110686789530880895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/110686789530880895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153721/posts/default/110686789530880895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-ninagiannuzzi.blogspot.com/2005/01/douglas.html' title='Douglas'/><author><name>Nina Giannuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932517043709313044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
