January 2010


mom says:

Is he in your papoose?

Can you find other pictures,

With ice and our house?

Can you find simple stories,

maybe a moose ate a mouse?

What can you do with picnik

to make that moose look like a louse?

Kim says:

In this post, are pictures of a moose family at Baxter Elementary by, Mauricio Robalino.

In this photo is a mom moose with her baby.


Here is a picture of the baby moose.

Now here is a picture of a moose outside of my house.This moose compared to the sculpture moose are very different.On this blue moose, the design is of the Big Dipper.The red moose design is of the Northern Lights.

The yellow moose has a baby and the sun.All of these moose represent Alaska.

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Recently, I have been making candy. But the last batch I made was for an experiment.Here are all of the ingredients, and tools to make the candyFirst we measure, and put the ingredients in the pot.

This creates a solution.  Solutions are made up of matter.  The first solution we made was sugar and water.

We used water as our solvent.

As it evaporated, we got crystals.

When you measure, be sure its exact.

Once all of the ingredients are in the pot, you put on the candy thermometor, and turn the heat on medium.

In this solution, we are adding heat to our super saturated solution.As you go, watch the thermometor.

When it reaches 300 degrees, take it off of the heat.

Quickly add in the flavored oil, and food coloring is optional.You can pour it in pans with Pam on them, or you can put them in molds.Be sure you let the candy harden before you do anything.But if you want to lick some on a fork/spoon, do it quickly.When its hardened, you can eat it.To eat it when its in a pan, you can take a knife, and breack it into chips.It will look like this when its chipped. The clear is peppermint, and the purple is cherry.

The edges of these crystals are very sharp.

The  edges of our first solution were bumpy.

The crystals do not look the same.You can see the rigid edges.

And you can put them in clear jars and give them as presents, just as containers, or decoration.


Mom says:

Since you couldn’t explain these words in Maya’s poem-

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

We are going to travel with The Slave Dancer, by Paula Fox and see what insight you develop.

This is the path of the Slave Dancer

Kim says:

OK, iv already started the book, and I am on chapter 3, I think im ahead of you. 🙂

Mom says:

But where did she go?

Kim says:

Sal went all over the state, and to places like Chicago, and that’s one thing I have in common with Sal, we both have been to Chicago. In the story, Sal and her grandparents start at their home, Bybanks, Kentucky, and in the end they were in, Lewiston Hill, Idaho.

Mainly, the story is about a girl named Sal. When she was younger, her mom left, and said she would come back, but she never did. After her dad came back from seeing her mom, he told her she wasnt coming home. But Sal always belived she would. Now its her turn to see her mom, so her grandparents drive across the state to where Sal’s mom is. Sal is hoping she can bring her home before her moms birthday. As they drive across the country, Sal is telling a story of when she first moved, and she made a new friend, and got a boyfriend. While they are driving, they see places like Old Faithful, Mount Rushmore, and the Black Mountains.

This is Old Faithful

This is Mount Rushmore

These are the Black Mountains

Later in the story, when Sal and her grandparents got to Lewiston, I Idaho, her grandma had a stroke, and had to go in the hospital, but Sal really wanted to find her mom, so her grandpa let drive the car all along a very dangerous and twisty road. By the way, Sal is 13 years old. When she pulled into one of those places, where you can stop and look at the view, she decided to walk the rest of the way, because it was way to steep for her. She heard about a bus chrsh goin down this hill, so she went to the bottom to see if any of her moms things were there, because there was only one survivor. When she was at the bus, a cop came up and asked who she drove down here with. She told him nobody, then the story about her mom, dad and grandparents, and why she needed to drive by herself. The cop knew who her mom was, so he said he would take her to see her. When he pulled up to a graveyard, Sal started to cry, cause her mom was dead. When the cop took her back to the hospital, she found out her grandma died at 3 in the morning. So the cop took her back to her hotel where her grandpa was waiting for her. When they drove back to their home, Sal and her dad moved back, Ben her boyfriend, and her new best friend, were coming to visit soon, and she said the spirit of her mom lived through the golden fields of their farm.

Mom says:

Wake up, sleepy head.  You look like Medusa!  You say?

Dinner last night, it wasn’t a fright

But came from afar And not in a jar!

I left you some links

You may find the Spinhx

or dance with the atoms above.

Kim says:

Well. . . dinner last night was Greek Salad, you took some pictures of it, so im uploading them. What is it made of? Noodles, olives, dried tomato, vinegar, and blue cheese? OH! Can’t forget the toast.Here is Greek Salad, with semi burnt toast. Sorry mom.

! ! ! ! ! YUMMY ! ! ! ! !

Mom says:

We’re moving to0 slow

It’s now time to go.

Get things uploaded

And make sure effort shows

Sal went on her journey and we traveled along.

Can you go back and answer that part of Maya’s song?

Get the brain in gear.

As we travel so near,

with Prometheus and Pandora

which let loose the world’s fear.

You looked for more whimsy

in poems online

Can you upload you speaking

a small silly rhyme?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Mom says:

What does she mean with this last part of the poem?  Explain to me what you think.

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