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The Perfect Baby Name: Finding the Name that Sounds Just Right
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The Perfect Baby Name is the first book of its kind-providing parents with a creative approach to selecting first and middle names that sound good with readers' surnames. A good combination of names is pleasing to the ear, easy to remember, and can help a child be popular and successful in life.
Utilizing the techniques found in poetry and phonetics, parents will discover how to examine a surname by the sum of its parts-and match it with the perfect first name. With this unique new method, parents can choose the baby name that everyone is looking for: the perfect one!
Here's how it works with the surname Green:
Break down the sounds: G, R, long E, and N. These are the four different sounds (or phonemes) in that name. Now refer to those four different lists in the back of the book.
The G list has names like Hugo and Morgan...
The R list has Rex and Aurora...
The E (long) list, Eli and Alicia...
The N list, Nathaniel and Lindy...
All of these names sound good with the surname Green, so now it's just a matter of personal preference. Readers can scan the lists for the name they like best and choose the perfect match!
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Hello Kiddies. This is your uncle Steve with another bedtime story. Once upon a time in the land of Boop-Bop-Sh-Bam there lived a little girl named Goldilocks. One day Goldilocks’ mother said honey you sit the next set out in the back yard if you promise not to goof off and get lost. “Mommio,” said Goldie, heading for the yard, “this is the place.” “Crazy,” said her mother, returning to her household chores. Well, for a while little Goldilocks was content to play in the back yard but finally she became …uh, bored, and decided to see a bit of the world. Wandering out through the back gate, she soon found herself in a deep dark forest. In no time she was hopelessly lost and her terror mounted, as she perceived that it was getting quite dark. Suddenly, in the distance Goldilocks saw a light flickering in the darkness and with hopes high she ran toward it. The light, she soon learned came from a strange little house in the middle of the forest. A house she had never seen before. Fearfully she knocked on the door. And getting no answer from the bar tender she entered. Inside the house she saw three chairs. “Bless my soul,” said Goldie, “the Three Suns must be working this spot.” She next spied three steaming bowls of soup on a table. “This joint must have been raided,” she said. “Looks like everybody cut out.” Sampling the soup, she learned that the largest bowl was very hot, the next bowl was very cool, and the littlest bowl was just right. Naturally she chose the “cool” bowl. Feeling a bit weary, she then walked up stairs and found a bedroom with three beds in it. “Ah, these dressing rooms on the road,” said Goldie said to herself, “are the lowest.” Then, drowsy, she tried all three beds and finally lay down upon the smallest and fell fast asleep. Shortly thereafter the downstairs door banged open and in walked three bears. (Sniff, sniff) “I smell Arpege,” said the Mama bear to her mate. “Gus you’ve had a dame here!” “Ah, yer outa yer skull,” said the Papa Bear, “although it does uh… look as if someone had eyes for the soup over there.” “I’m hip,” Said the Mama Bear, “and Dig! The upstairs bedroom door is open.” “Hey, wordsville,” said the Baby Bear, “this whole thing is real nervous!” “Let’s fall upstairs;” said the Papa Bear, “find out what the bit is.” So saying, the three bears climbed the stairs and walked into the bedroom where Goldilocks lay sound asleep. “Hey,” said the Papa Bear, “Somebody’s been makin’ it in my bed!” “There’s been a scuffle in my pad too,” said the Mama Bear. “Er, I don’t like to start idle gossip, “said the Baby Bear, “but if you’ll take it from the top, you’ll dig that there’s a chick in my sack right now.” “So there is!” said the Papa Bear, shaking Goldilocks gently. “Uh… baby wake up! You better check with the desk clerk.” Goldilocks rolled over and mumbled sleepily, “Jack, don’t bug me, I’m beat.” “Nutty,” said the Papa Bear, “but you better call GAC, they’ve booked you into the wrong room.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” said goldilocks, perceiving her error at last, “Forgive me for coming on so square.” And so the three bears took her downstairs and showed her the way to go home. And Little Goldilocks never again disobeyed her mother. Sometimes though, in the spring, she uh… looks through the latest Downbeat to see where the trio’s are playin’, y’know. Written and performed by Steve Allen. If you have never heard this, then you have my deepest sympathy.BABY ARTICHOKE
WATERCOLOR PENCIL & INK Artichokes are possibly my favorite green vegetable, even though it is a Thistle. This one, however probably would not be eaten since it is already going to flower, and will open to the most glorious iridescent fuzzy pink ''hat'' on top...:) There is a restaurant in Castroville, California, that prepares them in almost any way you can think of! Castroville is near the coast and is known as the Artichoke Center of the World. The origin of artichokes is unknown, though they are said to have come from the Maghreb (North Africa), where they are still found in the wild state; the seeds of artichokes, probably cultivated, were found during the excavation of Roman-period Mons Claudianus in Egypt. Names for the artichoke in many European languages come from the Arabic ??????? al-khurshuf. The Arabic term ardi-shoki (???? ????), which means "ground thorny" is a false etymology of the English name. The cardoon (Cynara cardunculus), a naturally occurring variant of the same species, is native to the South Mediterranean, even though it has not been mentioned in extant classic literature. Artichokes were cultivated in Sicily during the Greek occupation, the Greeks calling them kaktos. In this period, the leaves and flower heads, which cultivation had already improved from the wild form, were eaten. The Romans, who called the vegetable carduus, received the plant from the Greeks. Further improvement in the cultivated form appear to have taken place in the Muslim period in the Maghreb, although the evidence is inferential only. Globe artichokes are known to have been cultivated at Naples around the middle of the 9th century. Modern scholar Le Roy Ladurie, in his book Les Paysans de Languedoc, has documented the spread of the artichoke: "The blossom of the thistle, improved by the Arabs, passed from Naples to Florence in 1466, carried by Filippo Strozzi. Towards 1480 it is noticed in Venice, as a curiosity. But very soon veers towards the northwest...Artichoke beds are mentioned in Avignon by the notaries from 1532 onward; from the principle [sic] towns they spread into the hinterlands...appearing as carchofas at Cavaillon in 1541, at Chateauneuf du Pape in 1553, at Orange in 1554. The local name remains carchofas, from the Italian carciofo...They are very small, the size of a hen's egg...and are still considered a luxury, a vaguely aphrodisiac tidbit which one preserved in sugar syrup." The Dutch introduced artichokes to England, where they grew in Henry VIII's garden at Newhall in 1530. They were brought to the United States in the 19th century, to Louisiana by French immigrants and to California by Spanish immigrants. The name has originated from the Arabic al-kharshof, through a northern Italian dialect word, articiocco. Today, globe artichoke cultivation is concentrated in the countries bordering the Mediterranean basin. The main producers are Italy, Spain, and France. In the United States, California provides nearly 100% of the U.S. crop, and approximately 80 percent of that is grown in Monterey County; there, Castroville proclaims itself to be "The Artichoke Center of the World", and holds an annual artichoke festival.
When Wesley Boone writes a poem for his high school English class and reads it aloud, poetry-slam-style, he kicks off a revolution. Soon his classmates are clamoring to have weekly poetry sessions. One by one, eighteen students take on the risky challenge of self-revelation. Award-winning author Nikki Grimes captures the voices of eighteen teenagers through the poetry they share and the stories they tell, and exposes what lies beneath the skin, behind the eyes, beyond the masquerade.Related topics:
Open Mike Friday is everyone's favorite day in Mr. Ward's English class. On Fridays, his 18 high-school students dare to relax long enough to let slip the poets, painters, readers, and dreamers that exist within each of them. Raul Ramirez, the self-described "next Diego Rivera," longs "to show the beauty of our people, that we are not all banditos like they show on TV, munching cuchfritos and sipping beer through chipped teeth." And while angry Tyrone Bittings finds dubious comfort in denying hope: "Life is cold. Future?...wish there was some future to talk about. I could use me some future," overweight Janelle Battle hopes to be seen for what she really is: "for I am coconut / and the heart of me / is sweeter / than you know" They are all here: the tall girl, the tough-talking rapper, the jock, the beauty queen, the teenage mom, the artist, and many more. While it may sound like another Breakfast Club rehash, Grimes uses both poetry and revealing first-person prose to give each character a distinct voice. By book's end, all the voices have blended seamlessly into a multicultural chorus laden with a message that is probably summed up best by pretty girl Tanisha Scott's comment, "I am not a skin color or a hank of wavy hair. I am a person, and if they don't get that, it's their problem, not mine." But no teen reader will have a problem with this lyrical mix of many-hued views. (Ages 12 and older) --Jennifer Hubert
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