<?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-5769224</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:26:21.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rambling Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>The purpose of this blog has changed...from academic to personal...nothing really exciting just my life in Austria!  </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-107740127445469478</id><published>2004-02-21T23:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T23:12:58.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 6</title><summary type='text'>Well this week has been pretty normal...just taking care of the kids and the mom and I are still getting along well!  Thursday I was left with the kids from about 3 pm to 8 pm.  Viki had ballet and the mom took her and Phillip went to skating exercises with his friends.  The mom returned with Viki around 6 pm and I finished up with the baths, made supper and fed the kids.  The mom went to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107740127445469478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107740127445469478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107740127445469478' title='Week 6'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-107687656855120565</id><published>2004-02-15T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T21:24:40.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 5</title><summary type='text'>On Monday of this week the mom and I got into a bit of a 'tiff' if you will!  This week was holiday for Austria because, well I don't really know why...just because!  Maybe it has something to do with Carnival which is like Mardi Gras but more family oriented (no beaded necklaces are thrown!) and it lasts from the last week in Januar through the last week in Februar (German spellings...yes, it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107687656855120565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107687656855120565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107687656855120565' title='Week 5'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-107679328347007793</id><published>2004-02-14T22:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T22:18:40.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 4</title><summary type='text'>So I haven't been very good about this the past week...was sick with a flu from the kids and tired...so I will begin to catch up what's been going on!Last (week 4) was actually really great!  The mom went to Gratz for the graduation of her niece and was gone from Thursday to Saturday afternoon.  Which means that I took Viktoria to Ballet class that day and dropped the mom at the train station.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107679328347007793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107679328347007793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107679328347007793' title='Week 4'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-107584508578683230</id><published>2004-02-03T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:53:05.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>End of week 3/Weekend 1 at Christians</title><summary type='text'>As you can imagine by the time I was putting the kids in their jackets for the Banhof (train station) on Friday I was ready to kill them!  I say that with all of the love that I have for them in my hearts.  The mom left me alone with three of her kids and two of their friends.  She wanted me to:  entertain/care for them, get myself and the 5 of them ready for the train station by the time she got</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107584508578683230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107584508578683230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107584508578683230' title='End of week 3/Weekend 1 at Christians'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-107532339534064776</id><published>2004-01-28T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T21:58:08.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 3:  Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>As I was sitting at the dinner table (esstisch) Monday night I had a small pain of sadness and I wasn't sure why I felt this way.  I realized...for a brief moment...I felt really sorry for the Mom.  She sits at one end of the dining room table and I sit at the other and in the middle are the kids...the twins to the left of me and the oldest and youngest boys to the right.  The kids were playing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107532339534064776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107532339534064776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532339534064776' title='Week 3:  Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-107504694479456070</id><published>2004-01-25T17:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T17:10:35.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2 in Innsbruck, Austria</title><summary type='text'>So this week was very similar to last week except the kids are listening more and hitting less (that has to be a plus right?!?!)  The mom and I had a discussion about this on Tuesday.  She said that they usually don't hit and that they had never even tried to bite anyone before.  I personally find this VERY hard to believe!!! They seemed to know exactly what they were doing and for those parents </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107504694479456070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107504694479456070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107504694479456070' title='Week 2 in Innsbruck, Austria'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-107504462456820876</id><published>2004-01-25T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T16:31:55.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello to all of my friends and family and loved ones.  For those of you who are a bit confused...maybe you have neve heard of a weblog before?  It is a wonderful way for me to share what's going on in my life and my head with those people who care!  If you search the net you'll find a whole bunch!  Not only can I write to you but you can write back to me (or you can just email).  What is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107504462456820876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107504462456820876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107504462456820876' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-107048213958454965</id><published>2003-12-03T21:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T21:09:38.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is written in response to:  Technology Education and the Search for Truth, Beauty and Love by William S Pretzerp. 2 "...although technology relies upon science and mathematical verities, in the end it responds to the demands of the human spirit."  Yep!  That's great!  Why do we forget this?  As humans it seems that there are times when we forget that WE make computers, they didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107048213958454965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107048213958454965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107048213958454965' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-107048026673322148</id><published>2003-12-03T20:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T20:38:25.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is written in response to :  Toward Technoliteracy by Andrew RossThis article discusses the pros and cons of computer hackers.  More importantly it discusses how we, as humans, have to change the way we perceive technology and its role in our daily life.  There is a lot of talk about hacker/computer ethics.  On p 338 in particular Ross talks about the hackers that lack  a cause and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107048026673322148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/107048026673322148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107048026673322148' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106927835101939649</id><published>2003-11-19T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T22:46:15.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Indistinguishable from Magic:  The Real, the Magic and the Virtual The magic of technology is a dangerous thing when we, as humans, stop looking within ourselves for our own magic.  Magic?  What are you talking about?  I think this magic, my definition is our creativity.  Daydreaming about wonderful machines like computers is what got us to where we are today-good or bad.  Technology of any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106927835101939649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106927835101939649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106927835101939649' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106927625107437861</id><published>2003-11-19T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T22:14:11.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Picturephone and the Information Age:  The Social Meaning of Failure by Kenneth Liparitito Failure is an interesting word especially in the culture of America.  What makes a person a failure:  the answer to this question has as much to do about what you do have as what you don't have.  A person can be perceived as a winner or a failure based on the technology they have and I would say as we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106927625107437861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106927625107437861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106927625107437861' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106775776481881872</id><published>2003-11-02T08:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T08:22:43.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is written in response to:  Mediating Culture by GinsburgWhen I think about this article I think of the question:  "How could we record a culture and get a truly authentic picture of what that culture is like?"  My first thought was that we should ask the people of that culture to record what their culture is like--afterall who better to talk about a culture than the people that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106775776481881872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106775776481881872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106775776481881872' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106775411482823192</id><published>2003-11-02T07:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T07:21:53.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is written in response to the article:  Relationships by Miller and SlaterThere were several things I found really interesting about this article especially considering a larger portion of my romantic relationship has been taken care of through the Internet over the last two years.  I hope that it is never like the blog ladies relationship--IMing each other when the two of you are in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106775411482823192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106775411482823192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106775411482823192' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106680022435093091</id><published>2003-10-22T07:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T07:32:22.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is written in response to the article:  Out of the Barn and into the Kitchens:  Transformations in Farm Women's Work in the First Half of the Twentieth Century by:  Christine KleineggerIt's interesting that for so long women have fought to break away from the kitchen and everything that being in the kitchen stands for.  In my opinion women have been viewed as a less important part </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106680022435093091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106680022435093091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106680022435093091' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106677948836049616</id><published>2003-10-22T01:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T01:38:07.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Race and Technology:  African American Women in the Bell System, 1945-1980 by:  Venus GreenAfter looking over some of my blogs I realize that I blog more about society and culture than technology.  I think that is because I still have a fear of breaking my computer, comfortable with technology, not really!  Any who...There were several questions that I found myself continuously asking while I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106677948836049616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106677948836049616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106677948836049616' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106674978467855085</id><published>2003-10-21T17:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T17:23:04.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After reading the Race and Technology:  African American Women in the Bell System, 1945-1980 by Venus Green I automatically thought of my Aunt Sherri.  She used to work for Bell South and was pretty successful at her job.  I had several questions that I wanted to ask her so I emailed them to her and the following are her responses.  I wanted to know what it was really like for her and how much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106674978467855085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106674978467855085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106674978467855085' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106602464153980017</id><published>2003-10-13T07:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T07:57:20.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is in reaction to the article:  Education as Marketplace by Howard BesserI remember the first night that I was in class.  One of my fellow classmates criticized a comment that I made about the purpose of education being to make students good citizens and good workers to keep our economy going.  He argued that as educators we were influencing and shaping students to be good citizens by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106602464153980017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106602464153980017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106602464153980017' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106601994287722554</id><published>2003-10-13T06:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T06:39:02.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is written in response to the article:  Society in the Making:  The Study of Technology as a Tool for Sociological Analysis by Michel CallonI found this article to be really confusing!  Especially the concept of the “actor network”.  I can’t comment as much as I would like.  I hope that my peers are able to shine some light on this subject for me on Wednesday night!  I am going to try</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106601994287722554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106601994287722554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106601994287722554' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106538077307094046</id><published>2003-10-05T21:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T21:06:13.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Blog is written in response to the following article:Network Based Classrooms by Batson, Bruce and Payton“...mechanization has served to reinforce the traditional position of women both in the labor market but in the home.”  I think that there is alot of truth in this statement.  When you watch television (if you do) commercials for things like blenders, vacuum cleaners and mixers always</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106538077307094046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106538077307094046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106538077307094046' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106533395076288372</id><published>2003-10-05T08:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T08:11:04.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is in response to the following articles:Diversity, Necessity, and Evolutions	In the diversity article there were several important things discussed:  the link between being an American and being a machine, and the result of technology for the American laborer.	It may seem funny to say that their is a link between being an American and being a machine but I believe there are some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106533395076288372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106533395076288372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106533395076288372' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106532808882671354</id><published>2003-10-05T06:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T06:28:08.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After my golf lesson on Thursday I went to the mall to get some new golf shirts.  After leaving a store a cute man named Dan at a kiosk caught my attention with a very respectful, “Hey, you!” (my sarcasm may be lost).  With his charming eyes and attentive body language I was sucked into listening to his schpeel (that’s shhhhpeel...in case you’ve never heard of this word...perhaps it is only part </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106532808882671354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106532808882671354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106532808882671354' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106502837619491501</id><published>2003-10-01T19:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T19:12:56.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is written in reaction to:  Steel Axes for Stone Age Australians by Lauiston Sharp	The most outstanding issue of this article is the idea that one piece of technology can dominate almost every aspect of a society and it’s culture.  The stone axe was a huge part of the society discussed and it’s position of dominance was almost as high as that of the men who owned them.  One of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106502837619491501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106502837619491501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106502837619491501' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106502435783258782</id><published>2003-10-01T18:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T18:05:57.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is discussing:Snowmobiles:  Technological Revolution in the Arctic by Pertti J. Pelto and Ludger Mueller-Willie 	I think that is most situations technology, when a person is literate in that technology, can help to widen the gap between the have and the have nots.  But it takes more than just this technology it also takes initiative and someone who is willing to take a chance.  It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106502435783258782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106502435783258782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106502435783258782' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106413260633657175</id><published>2003-09-21T10:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T10:23:26.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is written in reaction to: Dam-breaking in the 19th-century Merrimack Valley:  Water, Social Conflict, and the Waltham-Lowell Mills by Theodore L. SteinbergSmall Boats and Large Ships: Social Continuity and Technical Change in the Icelandic Fisheries, 1800-1960 by Árni  SverrissonNIMBY is a word that was added to the American dictionary this past year and it stands for “Not IN My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106413260633657175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106413260633657175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106413260633657175' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106412819881053729</id><published>2003-09-21T09:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T09:09:58.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is written in reaction to: Dam-breaking in the 19th-century Merrimack Valley:  Water, Social Conflict, and the Waltham-Lowell Mills by Theodore L. SteinbergThere was a reoccurring theme that came to my head while reading this article which was  highlighted by page 57 of this article.  It discusses the amount of court cases that occurred over who should have control over the water.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106412819881053729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106412819881053729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106412819881053729' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106412543950073804</id><published>2003-09-21T08:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T08:23:59.400+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is written in reaction to: Dam-breaking in the 19th-century Merrimack Valley:  Water, Social Conflict, and the Waltham-Lowell Mills by Theodore L. Steinberg	My first reaction to this article was ‘poor working class men’.  I think this was my reaction because I have grown up in a working class family.  My father works in a furniture factory and I have heard his words of frustration </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106412543950073804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106412543950073804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106412543950073804' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106367923036568678</id><published>2003-09-16T04:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T04:35:04.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Article being discussed:  The Technology and the Society by Raymond Williams	One of the topics discussed in this article is the impact of television on our society.  It seems that while television brings our society together in the sense that it allows us to all have equal access to information such as news that is going on in our world it also shows us what we don’t have.  I think especially </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106367923036568678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106367923036568678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106367923036568678' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106359619967663403</id><published>2003-09-15T05:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T05:23:19.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weeks reading were SO much better than last weeks...it didn’t take me two hours to get through a page.  I only broke out the online dictionary a dozen times instead of ten dozen!!!  I hope that my collegues had better luck than me!  The articles I will be talking about this week are:The Medium is the Message by Marshall McLuhan The Technology and the Society by Raymond WilliamsOne of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106359619967663403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106359619967663403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106359619967663403' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106359147647250963</id><published>2003-09-15T04:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T04:04:36.406+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our guest speaker in class last week told us that men blog more than women.  I found this to be very interesting...why?    If you look to our nation's classrooms for a possible answer you would see male students responding more in class than female students.    Could it be that our struggle to be heard continues but that we are part of the problem?  The young ladies in our country need to know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106359147647250963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106359147647250963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106359147647250963' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106321080743129570</id><published>2003-09-10T18:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T18:20:07.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When the article The Internet and Society by James Slevin discussed the idea of vulnerability and how it relates to technology -I was totally baffled!  How can technology make you vulnerable?  Then I began to think about our every day lives and how technology plays into that life.  I am fortunate to live in a fairly safe country and I know that a great deal of my feelings of safety has to do with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106321080743129570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106321080743129570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106321080743129570' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769224.post-106270859488425975</id><published>2003-09-04T22:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T22:49:54.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I first saw the Bushman in “The God’s Must Be Crazy” I thought of my own ancestors:  the people of the Appalachian mountains in western North Carolina.  I grew up in a ‘redneck’ family and to this day I really hate that word when it’s used in a negative way towards others.  Just like the Bushmen, the “mountain people” are a misunderstood group of people.  My boyfriend came to the United </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106270859488425975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769224/posts/default/106270859488425975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogylady0317.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106270859488425975' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372184495410161834</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></entry></feed>
