<?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-20168792</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:09:43.622-07:00</updated><category term='fashion'/><title type='text'>What reason does not know</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog was originally for my Hypertext Theory class at Marylhurst University. Now that I'm a Vanderbilt graduate student, this will be a place where I can update my family and friends on all of my adventures!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliqua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliqua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659497894113065540</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168792.post-7223806620913094398</id><published>2009-05-15T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:39:56.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>The Cutest Bags!</title><content type='html'>I found these cute bags via Portland Picks :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olivejuicebags.com/"&gt;Olive Juice Bags&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all so cute - and I really like the and fun fabric patterns (they're durable, too!). My favorites have fun fabric sashes, like the Madi Bag pictured below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336137007079557394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ8pM9BuDJ0/Sg3EVfvLCRI/AAAAAAAAABc/SVB4U1sN8b0/s320/madi+bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about these bags? They're made here in the Pacific NW (Camas, WA) and each is one of a kind! Maybe someone out there will take a hint for my upcoming birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168792-7223806620913094398?l=emiliqua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliqua.blogspot.com/feeds/7223806620913094398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20168792&amp;postID=7223806620913094398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168792/posts/default/7223806620913094398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168792/posts/default/7223806620913094398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliqua.blogspot.com/2009/05/cutest-bags.html' title='The Cutest Bags!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659497894113065540</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ8pM9BuDJ0/Sg3EVfvLCRI/AAAAAAAAABc/SVB4U1sN8b0/s72-c/madi+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168792.post-4826164620758798175</id><published>2008-03-15T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:32:56.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ8pM9BuDJ0/R9wxLphG7MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NXCGqQo8oho/s1600-h/big+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ8pM9BuDJ0/R9wxLphG7MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NXCGqQo8oho/s400/big+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178067747762269378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168792-4826164620758798175?l=emiliqua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliqua.blogspot.com/feeds/4826164620758798175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20168792&amp;postID=4826164620758798175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168792/posts/default/4826164620758798175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168792/posts/default/4826164620758798175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliqua.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659497894113065540</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ8pM9BuDJ0/R9wxLphG7MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NXCGqQo8oho/s72-c/big+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168792.post-8174322537719165038</id><published>2007-06-12T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:32:57.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypertext Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ8pM9BuDJ0/Rm8o2G_TmDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGumvSVlsEw/s1600-h/water+flowing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ8pM9BuDJ0/Rm8o2G_TmDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGumvSVlsEw/s320/water+flowing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075320215124023346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first started this class, I did not know what to expect. Although my prior knowledge of hypertext itself was limited, some of our readings reminded me of my personal use of the internet. As our class continued, I realized that I had been missing out on a lot of &lt;a href="http://www.iath.virginia.edu/utc/"&gt;interesting&lt;/a&gt; (and sometimes &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/"&gt;bizarre&lt;/a&gt;) online projects.&lt;br /&gt;  Looking back on my experiences I can say this: Hypertext is &lt;a href="http://courses.washington.edu/hypertxt/cgi-bin/12.228.185.206/html/maps/htext.html"&gt;confusing&lt;/a&gt;! The whole is definitely larger than the sum of its parts. (I feel that we cannot count most of the parts - they are vast and various). Landow described doing away with linearity as not necessarily doing “away with all linearity nor [removing] formal coherence, though it may appear in new and unexpected forms” (223). This statement is the epitome of hypertext: it is confusing, yet makes sense. Amidst this confusion, I did find out that although I was sometimes thoroughly confused, it was an interesting confusion.. And things did come together to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;  I was pleased to make connections with hypertext and my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neil_Postman"&gt;interdisciplinary&lt;/a&gt; classes. In my INT classes, we have discussed viewing our different disciplines as “lenses” which we can use separately (such as mine are English Literature and Cultural and Historical Studies), or look through both at one time, to bring our disciplines together in our world view. Landow describes “hypertext as a lens, or new agent of perception, to reveal something previously unnoticed or unnoticeable, and it then extrapolates the results of this inquiry to predict future developments” (219).&lt;br /&gt;Although Landow writes about interdisciplinary studies becoming outdated without hypertext, his other ideas about literary education mirror those I have studied in an interdisciplinary setting. According to Landow, “hypertext…provides a means of integrating the subject materials of a single course with other courses.” In his book &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=XEy3ZytxsA4C&amp;dq=interdisciplinarity+joe+moran&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;source=web&amp;amp;ots=5qFIKwKHH6&amp;sig=-6TUfIHrO9LdAq1FVJT-s6YcuNo#PPP7,M1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interdisciplinarity: The New Critical Idiom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Joe Moran explores how many subjects are evolving. The same is true for hypertext: it combines theory (knowing what to do), subject skill (whether it is literary, historical, or other) and technology (knowing how to do it). Not only is the technology evolving, but ideas of what to write and how to present it are evolving as well. Many disciplines can be combined in hypertext in countless ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When learning about hypertext, I often felt confused and overwhelmed (most of it was technological frustration). Individually, the technology, theory, and readings were a lot to digest. However, upon completing this course, I can see how everything fits together. I feel satisfied that I understand theories and apply them to this growing technology. I also hope to learn more technology and delve further into the may layers that make up what we now know to be hypertext.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168792-8174322537719165038?l=emiliqua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliqua.blogspot.com/feeds/8174322537719165038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20168792&amp;postID=8174322537719165038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168792/posts/default/8174322537719165038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168792/posts/default/8174322537719165038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliqua.blogspot.com/2007/06/hypertext-reflections.html' title='Hypertext Reflections'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659497894113065540</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ8pM9BuDJ0/Rm8o2G_TmDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGumvSVlsEw/s72-c/water+flowing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168792.post-5313411113880726700</id><published>2007-06-11T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:29:39.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hypertext is frustrating</title><content type='html'>Having finally completed two websites for our hypertext class, I have come to this conclusion: TECHNOLOGY is frustrating! (AAK! Especially when you lack skills.. ha ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check these out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/columbiariverjournals"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Columbia River Journals&lt;/a&gt; - My project with Nic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/emiliqua"&gt;Thoreau's Flora&lt;/a&gt; - My individual project for our class website&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168792-5313411113880726700?l=emiliqua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliqua.blogspot.com/feeds/5313411113880726700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20168792&amp;postID=5313411113880726700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168792/posts/default/5313411113880726700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168792/posts/default/5313411113880726700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliqua.blogspot.com/2007/06/hypertext-is-frustrating.html' title='hypertext is frustrating'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659497894113065540</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168792.post-6829315549905545067</id><published>2007-04-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:38:35.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Hikes to Fitchburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.henryhikes.com/images/prints/raft-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.henryhikes.com/images/prints/raft-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading "A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers" by H.D. Thoreau, I was reminded of some great children's books. The series of "Henry" books by D.B. Johnson have to be some of my favorite new stories for children. Johnson takes passages from Thoreau's work, as well as stories from Thoreau's life and retells them in a way that is sweet and simple - yet profound .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I read "Henry Hikes to Fitchburg", the last lines brought tears to my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.henryhikes.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to link to Johnson's website, where you can read his books online and view his artwork.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168792-6829315549905545067?l=emiliqua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliqua.blogspot.com/feeds/6829315549905545067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20168792&amp;postID=6829315549905545067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168792/posts/default/6829315549905545067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168792/posts/default/6829315549905545067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliqua.blogspot.com/2007/04/henry-hikes-to-fitchburg.html' title='Henry Hikes to Fitchburg'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659497894113065540</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168792.post-747565882002415158</id><published>2007-04-29T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T19:06:17.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeds as dreams?</title><content type='html'>Medbh McGuickan sometimes writes her poems as if in a dream. Her ideas are transformed into natural objects (as in this poem: seeds). I have heard her described as "obscure" and "random", but I think that she is particular in the metaphors that she chooses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an interesting quote about her in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oxford Guide to 20th Century Poetry &lt;/span&gt;(edited by Ian Hamilton).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;McGuckian has described her territory as the feminine subconscious or semi-consciousness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of her poetry explores nature and feminity, which are sometimes the same. (Blended and subtle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20168792-747565882002415158?l=emiliqua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliqua.blogspot.com/feeds/747565882002415158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20168792&amp;postID=747565882002415158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168792/posts/default/747565882002415158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20168792/posts/default/747565882002415158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliqua.blogspot.com/2007/04/seeds-as-dreams.html' title='Seeds as dreams?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659497894113065540</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20168792.post-2288483881712585542</id><published>2007-04-23T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T13:27:15.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seed Picture</title><content type='html'>Poetry is not my forté, but I love it! In the past, when I would come across a poem that I really liked (even if I wasn't sure of its meaning), I would copy it into a journal. My own attempts at poetry have been miserable - they usually end up as crumpled pieces of paper forever in the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is the first stanza of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Seed Picture&lt;/span&gt; by Medbh McGuckian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is my portrait of Joanna – since the split&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The children come to me like a dumb-waiter,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I wonder where to put them, beautiful seeds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;With no immediate application . . . the clairvoyance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of seed-work has opened up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;New spectrums of activity, beyond a second home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The seeds dictate their own vocabulary,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Their dusty colours capture&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;More than we plan,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The mould on walls, or jumbled garages,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dead flower heads where insects shack . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I only guide them not by guesswork &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In their necessary numbers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And attach them by the spine to a perfect bedding,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Woody orange pips, and tear-drop apple,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The banana of the caraway, winkled peppercorns,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pocked peach, or water lily honesty,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The seamed cherry stone so hard to break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, McGuckian gives a good modern perspecive of women's lives in Ireland. 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