by Colin Hyde
The MIDH (Ministry of Infrastructural Development and Housing (Works)) has posted pictures of cheering workers at the site of the new Haulover Bridge, after the last girder was put in place. Huy!! You know where we are heading with this. Ribbon-cutting time is coming soon!
I want to caution the UDP, make them know that we don’t want any more crying in the House. You have your newspaper and your television — ink, paper and air time — to do your handwringing and squealing. Don’t bring your problems to the House. If you aren’t “man” enough to keep in your pain, do like Sista B: stay out.
American Jews not happy with Israel, but UDP and Belize Evangelicals are
US president, Biden is at his wiliest trying to get Israel to be looking toward peace and a two-state solution, and former US president, Obama says Palestinians who have nothing to do with Hamas, are being killed. A number of our former foreign ministers, and the present one, have condemned the bombing. But our local Evangelicals are standing firm behind Israel bombing Gaza, and the Amandala said the UDP issued a statement that is all waffling.
Many American Jews are against the Israelis pulverizing Gaza. Robin Buller, in a November 4 piece in The Guardian (UK), titled “‘I, too, am the Jewish community’: rift among US Jews widens over Gaza war”, said that even before the Hamas attack, polls in the US showed “more than half (American Jews) disapprove of the country’s rightwing government”, that 25% “agree Israel is an ‘apartheid state’, and one-fifth of those under 40 do not think the Jewish state has a right to exist.”
Let’s just say some plagiarism is a little tricky
I was glancing through my Whopper’s Snapper the other day, and I landed on a snippet that well, I think the heart of it was some like Kenneth Grahame’s, The Wind in the Willows, one of my favorite books. At the archives I’ve come across a couple old pieces in the Amandala, which read a lot like some pieces I had written later. I have said that the Amandala was my university. We are the sum of our experiences. Ha, I could tell you about that Caroline story and its influence on something I wrote, but that’s for another day, and I think another place.
I’m no expert on writing, but I believe that one of the two biggest fouls in the field is plagiarism. The other bad foul is cherry picking. Plagiarism can get tricky. The Oxford says plagiarism is the practice of taking someone else’s work or ideas and passing them off as one’s own. Well, that one no one should ever be guilty of. But, yes, there are some tricky areas.
Plagiarism is no small subject. I think maybe we best look at what the experts have to say about it. This story, “The Common Types of Plagiarism”, comes from Bowdoin, Office of the Dean of Students, at the website bowdoin.edu.
Bowdoin College says the common types of plagiarism are Direct, Self Plagiarism, Mosaic Plagiarism, and Accidental Plagiarism, and, and they are all terrible. Direct is stealing the work and not recognizing the source; Self is a school thing, where “a student submits his or her own previous work, or mixes parts of previous works, without permission from all professors involved”, and it includes using parts of a piece you wrote when you were a high-schooler, at a higher school.
Mosaic involves using a phrase without the quotation marks or just using “synonyms for the author’s language while keeping to the same general structure and meaning of the original.” Bowdoin says, “Sometimes called ‘patch writing’, this kind of paraphrasing, whether intentional or not, is academically dishonest and punishable – even if you footnote your source!” Accidental is when “a person neglects to cite their sources, or misquotes their sources, or unintentionally paraphrases a source by using similar words, groups of words, and/or sentence structure without attribution.”
Hmm, a couple of them are kind of tricky, huh?
Sexually suggestive and slek da two different ting
Daring to put in my dos centavos in the Punta dancing conversation, I am sure that a few characters get carried away while dancing, no matter the type of music. But the Punta I am familiar with, the kind I’m sure that Brother Kai (Sebastian) endorses, is not slek. Beautiful Punta is sexually suggestive.
When the world left the sexually suggestive and entered into the world of slek, it lost all its glory. Why you think there is climate change? Remember that hell is fire. We are all going to feel the heat waves and get fried if we don’t get the sense.
Okay, I’m a free will person, so I don’t believe The Almighty “interferes” with anything in this glorious world that He made. And our long-gone ancestors don’t have those kinds of powers. Our ancestors are empowered, but only to input the rhythms of our lives. They can’t change the world!
A couple weeks back, I went to pay a bill at Courts BMP and the young lady cashier was playing a type of music I think they call Rhythm & Blues. I think that’s what you call the genre of Temptations, The Supremes, and Dionne Warwick. Oh Dionne, has there ever been a songstress like her?! Okay, I have to respect and love Miss Prolific, Ms. Dolly Parton.
I told the young lady her music surprised me. She said she isn’t too much into these moderns. I told her I find that young people are afraid of their heart. What could explain their love of cold, callous music? How can sex replace emotion, love, and affection?
This slek, there is as much art in it as there is art in painting, ugh, filth on a wall. These young people need to listen to some Sparrow, well, 98% of him.
Slek is for the bedroom, and the, ehm, closet. God had to give us the slek gene because procreating is necessary to carry on His favorite species. He knew it wouldn’t be easy for us to handle. That’s why He put a curtain on the day, made night for exploration of the sensual and the kinky. Hmm, that story about Africans controlling their sexuality — a colega sent me a clip from the continent that is pro baring breasts. I’ve watched that clip over, and over, and over again. In fact, I’m going to look for it again right now. Hmm.
Love means doing things for people
Before anyone from the other side makes a peep about the suggestion that if we put women on the flag one should be over a baking drum making Kriol bread, well, let me explain from my innocence how I see the world. I think if somebody loves you, they will do things for you. Don’t get carried away with hollow palabras. As Jesus said, it’s by their fruits.
My ma liked her baking drum. My ma loved doing things for her children. Of course, washing clothes without a washing machine was no fun, couldn’t have been fun. But getting up at 4 in the morning to cook and bake powder bun, so we could be off to sea by 7, you could see the love radiating on her face when you went to the kitchen to help. Of course, her children knew they were second to her man in her house. My ma didn’t go far from the dinner table. Even though she always ate last, she stayed close, until our dad came home from work. She stayed close just to protect his share of the fried fat poak and ripe plantain.
Bah to palabras love. Love means doing things for people, selflessly. Hmm, I could also suggest the chore for the second woman on the flag. But let’s stay with equal rights. The man with the axe was their choosing. He cut down the tree to get lumber to build a house for her and the children.