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	<title>Comments on: WWW: Twisting a Classic</title>
	<link>http://rocketscientist.today.com/2009/04/01/www-twisting-a-classic/</link>
	<description>Melding fiction and science in life and on paper</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 16:50:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: bookish</title>
		<link>http://rocketscientist.today.com/2009/04/01/www-twisting-a-classic/#comment-2941</link>
		<dc:creator>bookish</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 23:44:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ohmygosh, now I really regret that it took me so long to get over here to catch up! (Sorry! I've been really swamped.)

These are an absolute &lt;i&gt;scream&lt;/i&gt;!

I think this sort of thing is the reason I'm not too upset about the Zombie Pride &#38; Prejudice. It's just plain &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt;, even if I'm not into zombies myself.

I don't have my own examples off the top of my head; must think. Except I do remember an exercise in the English course everyone had to take in third year, at the Bible school I went to long ago. It was the famous "apple assignment," where the whole assignment was a descriptive essay of an apple.

That thought was too boring for me, so I did my own assignment as a parody of one of John Donne's sonnets. I've searched high and low over the years and can't find it; I was sure I'd kept it. But I do remember the first two lines:

Apple be not proud, though some have called thee
Tangy and crunchy, for though art not so...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ohmygosh, now I really regret that it took me so long to get over here to catch up! (Sorry! I&#8217;ve been really swamped.)</p>
<p>These are an absolute <i>scream</i>!</p>
<p>I think this sort of thing is the reason I&#8217;m not too upset about the Zombie Pride &amp; Prejudice. It&#8217;s just plain <i>fun</i>, even if I&#8217;m not into zombies myself.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t have my own examples off the top of my head; must think. Except I do remember an exercise in the English course everyone had to take in third year, at the Bible school I went to long ago. It was the famous &#8220;apple assignment,&#8221; where the whole assignment was a descriptive essay of an apple.</p>
<p>That thought was too boring for me, so I did my own assignment as a parody of one of John Donne&#8217;s sonnets. I&#8217;ve searched high and low over the years and can&#8217;t find it; I was sure I&#8217;d kept it. But I do remember the first two lines:</p>
<p>Apple be not proud, though some have called thee<br />
Tangy and crunchy, for though art not so&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: shakespeare</title>
		<link>http://rocketscientist.today.com/2009/04/01/www-twisting-a-classic/#comment-2927</link>
		<dc:creator>shakespeare</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 18:37:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I won't be able to get to my books until tomorrow... I'm still on vacation. Let me see what I can come up with when I get home... 

This sounds like fun!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I won&#8217;t be able to get to my books until tomorrow&#8230; I&#8217;m still on vacation. Let me see what I can come up with when I get home&#8230; </p>
<p>This sounds like fun!</p>
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		<title>By: stephanieebarr</title>
		<link>http://rocketscientist.today.com/2009/04/01/www-twisting-a-classic/#comment-2926</link>
		<dc:creator>stephanieebarr</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 18:06:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That's what I'm talking about, Davida.  Very nice.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s what I&#8217;m talking about, Davida.  Very nice.</p>
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		<title>By: attygnorris</title>
		<link>http://rocketscientist.today.com/2009/04/01/www-twisting-a-classic/#comment-2925</link>
		<dc:creator>attygnorris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 17:02:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Old Classic "Their Eyes Were Watching God" by Zora Neale Hurston, p. 127:

"Sometimes Janie would think of the old days in the big white house and the store and laugh to herself.  What if Eatonville could see her now in her blue denim overalls and heavy shoes?  The crowd of people around her and a dice game on her floor!  She was sorry for her friends back there and scornful of the others."

New Way of Transforming Old Classic:

Sometimes Davida would reflect on her hometown.  It was a small, country town, with one major road leading to nowhere.  She'd laugh to herself as she thought of the nosy neighbors, limited opportunities, and prudent ideologies.  What if they could see her now sitting at her laptop in boy cut shorts and matching t-strap top.  She lives in a major metropolitan area with unlimited possibilities.  She even feels sorry for some of those she left behind and disdain for others who drove her to it.

Davida</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Old Classic &#8220;Their Eyes Were Watching God&#8221; by Zora Neale Hurston, p. 127:</p>
<p>&#8220;Sometimes Janie would think of the old days in the big white house and the store and laugh to herself.  What if Eatonville could see her now in her blue denim overalls and heavy shoes?  The crowd of people around her and a dice game on her floor!  She was sorry for her friends back there and scornful of the others.&#8221;</p>
<p>New Way of Transforming Old Classic:</p>
<p>Sometimes Davida would reflect on her hometown.  It was a small, country town, with one major road leading to nowhere.  She&#8217;d laugh to herself as she thought of the nosy neighbors, limited opportunities, and prudent ideologies.  What if they could see her now sitting at her laptop in boy cut shorts and matching t-strap top.  She lives in a major metropolitan area with unlimited possibilities.  She even feels sorry for some of those she left behind and disdain for others who drove her to it.</p>
<p>Davida</p>
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