Wednesday, November 26, 2014

How Charles Dickens Helped Save Christmas


Say what you will about Charles Dickens’ personal life (I know all about it) his novels all have a focus on redemptive themes. He always created dark characters; characters fraught with all kinds of misdeeds and wrongdoings towards others. Take Steerforth in David Copperfield, for example. He is charming, yet extremely manipulative. When we first become acquainted with Steerforth, it is through David’s naïve young point of view. Later on, we learn how dastardly he actually is. And yet, he begs David to remember him at his best. Even though Steerforth does not come to a moment of redemption within the action that we as the readers see within the action of the novel itself like so many other of Dickens’ characters, he is aware of his sinful nature, and knows that it will eventually come to light, thus shattering David’s illusion of his “good” character. The point remaining though that with that little line- “think of me at my best”- we have a sense that despite Steerforth’s uncouth behavior, perhaps he too is redeemable.  

 

To understand just how Charles Dickens came to have such an immense influence upon the Christmas that we know today (one could even go as far as to say that he actually “saved” Christmas) it is important to understand how extremely and astoundingly popular Dickens was within society, and culture, both in the UK and America.


After hearing Dickens read aloud in Boston, Ralph Waldo Emerson stated: “too much talent for his genius; it is a fearful locomotive to which he is bound and can never be free from it nor set to rest. . . . He daunts me! I have not the key.” People were deeply moved and affected by his works. I don’t remember where I read this, but I wrote a paper on Dickens in 7th grade and I remember reading in a book that a man on a train grew so distraught over Little Nell in the last installment of “The Old Curiosity Shop”, that he threw his copy of the paper out the train window, sobbing and saying “He shouldn’t have killed her!” over and over. (I believe it was an Irish diplomat, but I can’t be sure. Kudos to Dickens for upsetting said diplomat if ‘tis true). The actor William Macready wrote in the wake of Little Nell’s demise: "I have never read printed words that gave me so much pain. . . . I could not weep for some time. Sensations, sufferings have returned to me, that are terrible to awaken."
 
 


Charles Dickens was not just a writer; he was also a wildly famous public figure due to his phenomenal readings of his works, and his skill as an amateur actor. He had a rare ability to completely emotionally manipulate people, and he took full advantage of it in his writing. Anyone who is at all acquainted with his work knows the pictures of injustice that he paints: the poor, the needy, the orphans, the child labor, the unkind step-parents. And he himself could relate to a lot of it. He grew up in squalor, the debtor’s prison so tragically described in both Little Dorrit and David Copperfield became his home at a young age, and so he was no stranger to the darker walks of life in Victorian England.
 

Aww look at tiny Daniel Radcliffe
 
 


During the period that Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol, England was going through a terrible depression. There were thousands of unemployed and starving people in the streets. His grief at seeing such injustice is what fueled his writing- that and the fact that he was broke. He finished A Christmas Carol in just six weeks. Despite the fact that he was in financial straits, he requested that the novella be sold for an affordable 5 shillings, so that many people would be able to read it. The book was an instant and smashing success. There were three stage productions created within two months of the book's publication, and Dickens did popular readings of the book every Christmas,for nearly twenty years in a row after it's publication. His creation of the Christmas that he envisioned for England created new traditions, and family oriented celebrations of the holiday emerged as a result.

 
Before his novella was published, England had almost completely ceased to celebrate Christmas. The old medieval traditions of celebrating the birth of Christ annually decreased rapidly under Oliver Cromwell, who wanted the festivities of the season to return back to simply somber and a strictly religious observance. Christmas, and the observance thereof, became almost obsolete. Prince Albert introduced many of the holiday traditions that we know today to England in the mid 1800’s, such as Christmas trees, cards, and Christmas carols. But with the Industrial Revolution in full swing, most of England was constantly at work, even on Christmas, with children working 10 or 12 hour days. It was not a holiday observed by the public at large.
 
 
It's a hard knock life for these kids...

 


The redemption of Ebenezer Scrooge is quite obvious: he goes from a penny pinching miser to a good master and citizen, keeping Christmas all year. But what always strikes me the most about the book is the scene in which The Ghost of Christmas Present reveals Ignorance and Want to Scrooge. The scene in which he sees his own dead body and uncovers his own name on his future tombstone is chilling:
 

 
But it is when he gazes upon Ignorance and Want in the form of sad, hungry, ragged children, Dickens’ point is made. First of all, this scene is incredibly bizarre and more than just mildly disturbing due to the fact that Ignorance and Want are revealed to be hiding under Christmas Present's robe...which means they have been walking around with Scrooge the entire time. Scrooge is completely appalled by the appearance of these shriveled children, and asks the Spirit “Are they yours?” He replies: “They are Man’s”. Scrooge expresses his disgust, and asks the ghost to hide them so that he cannot see them. The spirit does so, but forebodingly declares "But they live on". Society’s utter abandonment of the poor is here brutally laid bare for Dickens’ readers. Even more significant, in the earlier scene in which Scrooge and Christmas Present pay a visit to the Cratchit’s home, the Spirit throws Scrooge’s rashly spoken words back in his face when they observe the slowly dying Tiny Tim hobbling around on his crutches: "Man," said the Ghost, "if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked can’t until you have discovered What the surplus is, and Where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die? It may be, that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man's child. Oh God! to hear the Insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry brothers in the dust!" These scenes, and these lines are extremely harsh. “A Christmas Carol” is not just a lighthearted novella to read during yuletide, it is heavy with reproach towards mankind, and it was this reproach that preserved Christmas for the masses.
 
 
 
(This video clip contains the two scenes described above. I watch this movie every single year. That last scene with Ignorance and Want disturbed me so much as a kid, and it still send shivers up my spine.)

 
You could read this post as “Right on, Dickens, way to take employers on a giant guilt trip, cheers for paid holidays!” But whatever. Point being, he made a huge difference, and actually reinstalled a lot of the traditions that we hold dear today. He made Christmas accessible to the poor, not just to those who could afford not to work on that day. His influence was so palpable over the holiday season, that upon his death a little girl remarked: “Mr. Dickens dead? Then will Father Christmas die too?” Such was the affect he produced upon the world, with his little Christmas Carol.
 
 
(So I'm obsessed with the George C. Scott version. You should watch it)

Fun Fact: Dickens came up with the name “Ebenezer Scrooge” when he misread a tombstone in Scotland that said: “Ebenezer Scroggie, Meal Man” (It was common back in the day to write a person’s profession on their tombstone. “Meal Man” meant corn merchant.) Dickens read it as “Ebenezer Scroggie: Mean Man”.

 
I’ve linked below an article I used for this post, but a lot of this just came from muh brain, because I’ve read a massive amount on Dickens. ‘Cause I love him.



 

 

Friday, August 8, 2014

Cast Iron GLORY

Behold: the cast ­iron­ pan pizza


This pizza is the best thing that ever happened to me, other than y’know my birth and whatnot.
it’s pretty delicious. And by delicious I mean LIFE. CHANGING.

That’s right. This pizza is like finding true love. Probably better, because you’re not really allowed to eat your true love.
Not in this society, anyways.
oh, I am so alone.
ANYWAY
PIZZA
PIZZA IS SO GREAT

This particular pizza is made in a gigantic cast iron pan, which is ideal #1 because it’s like a tiny oven in and of itself, allowing for optimal baking quality and #2 because you don’t
have to ever clean it. Just let it sit and collect up all those flavors. because that’s why I don’t clean it, not because I’m lazy.
I just want to use this opportunity to say that most pizza recipes found on baking blogs really piss me off. It’s probably the use of imperatives that causes it more than anything:

“Let the dough rise for blah blah hours” “heat the oven to 550*”

YOU DON’T KNOW ME, FASCIST BAKER
YOU DON’T KNOW MY PROBLEMS

For all you know, I might like my dough to rise for 3 hours instead of 1 or 5.

I might want to bake my pizza at 500* or maybe my oven only heats up to that temperature, you don’t know.

Being sponsored by King Arthur Flour doesn’t give you the right to DICTATE MY BAKING PROCEDURES especially with pizza, which is something everyone has a different preference for. Thin
crust. Deep dish. Cheesy crust. Maybe you like your crust a little burnt or a little uncooked, because you are an animal.
It’s like a savory Starbucks up in here!
I give up.

But if, by chance, this pizza seems like the right one for you, basically just heat that oven right on up to your temperature of preference (which you should probably prefer to be
around 500* F), plunk that pizza dough in the (maybe well­oiled?) pan (and maybe let it sit for an hour but that’s just a suggestion), throw some pizza­-ey ingredients on top (or leave it plain, if you enjoy that minimalist look for your food. and if you hate flavor) and bake it for as long as you want (or until the crust looks like a dark golden-­brown, around 15 minutes). And then enjoy (OR NOT!! WHATEVER YOU LIKE!!).

Okay, I kind of get the imperatives now. That wasn’t even a proper recipe and it took forever to type.
But still.
This is America, after all.

Friday, August 1, 2014

LUSH (more organic stuff I put on my face and my hair....)

I know, it's been a minute since we posted. But really, when you have nothing to writ about, you have nothing to write about. So... sorry, not sorry.

I recently purchased several items from a cosmetic company called LUSH. They are committed to making all natural, organic, chemical free products such as soaps, conditioners, shampoos, facial masks, acne treatment, moisturizers, deodorants, etc. They also do not test their products on animals. I heard about Lush through one of my favorite youtubers, and decided to give it a try. No worries, I am still in love with Chagrin Valley, but it doesn't hurt to branch out, am I right? Of course right.

Of all 5 products I purchased, I love all 5. Seriously, these products are wondrous, and I am so peeved that I spent so much time and money putting chemicals in my hair and going to the dermatologists to be prescribed 500 different chemical/ medicinal treatments for my skin which NEVER WORKED. I have found the Mecca of skin and hair care products. Combined with Chagrin, I have achieved the status of WUNDERHAIR. I will explain in the following paragraphs:

Firstly, I love the shampoo bars from Chagrin, but I found recently that my hair has been a tad dry, probably due to the delightfully scorching weather around these parts. I purchased the "American Cream"  (clever, no?) conditioner from Lush. Firstly people, this thing smells like... a garden of just... dreams and rainbows and puppies. It is delightful. Some of the ingredients are as follows: Vanilla pod infusion (yummy), fresh organic oranges (ORANGES, PEOPLE), fresh strawberries (There are strawberries in my hair. Literally), clary sage oil, and lavender oil. There are other ingredients, less interesting, too numerous. Sorry if oxford commas annoy you, but I will never stop using them.
This conditioner, besides making me smell like everyone's favorite smell ever, makes my hair very light and soft. It is very de-tangling as well, so if you have that problem then you should check this out. PICTURE TIME:

 
Alright, the second product is a facial moisturizer called "Celestial". Before this, I was using a moisturizer from Neutrogena which I am pretty sure was making my face break out into oozing craters like nobodies business (Sorry Neutrogena...but...you kind of are awful). Celestial is the lightest, best covering moisturizer I have ever used. Not to mention the heavenly scent it exudes from your pores is other-worldly. I was slightly concerned when it arrived and I saw how small the container is, but this thing will last me until Christmas. You hardly have to use any to get full face-coverage. Highly recommend. It has a very vanilla-y scent.
 
 
(I think this eyebrow is just chronically...up)
 
The next product is a facial mask entitled: "Mask of Magnaminty". It's got mint in it... so... You can use it for your face and/or back. This container is a pretty good size. I've done the mask three times so far, and I really like it. It seems to really close up pores and reduce redness. And it smells like mint and grass after a rainstorm, so that's a plus. You only have to leave it on for 5-10 minutes, so it's a nice one if you are pressed for time. It is very cleansing.
 
 
The next product is probably my most favorite, because it has healed my skin. Which has not been this clear in 2 years. It's a gel called "Grease Lightning", and you just spread it on your trouble spots twice a day, and it works wonders. At least, it did for me. And after years of dermatologist visits and pills and 1,000 different creams three times a day, this has been the cheapest, most effective product I have ever used. It is beautiful. And I love it. My skin has almost completely healed in only 1 week.
 
 
(I don't know what this face is and I don't care)
 
The last product I purchased from Lush is a toner water called "Eau Roma Water". It is basically a cold tea infusion of rose hips and lavender, so again with the amaze-smelling face. I put it on once a day before the moisturizer and after the grease lightning, and it really helps keep my skin hydrated. I have naturally pretty dry skin, so I need all the help I can get. Also, keep this in your refrigerator and spritz it on in the morning and it will feel so nice. Especially in the summer, eau lala! 
 

Not going to lie; these products were on the pricey side. But you know what? They work. And I'm not putting chemicals and all sorts of nasty bad stuff on my hair or my skin anymore. I mean, skin is your largest organ...so you should probably be nice to it and treat it well. Or it will turn on you. Now, just as a rule, one should read all ingredients before using. Just because someone says they are organic and chemical free does not necessarily mean that they are. These products are, but I am given to understand that there are a few Lush products that are less then chemically free. Just as a warning, read all ingredients before use. These 5 are great though.

One more thing I started doing recently is drinking an absurd amount of water. I got a glass water container from the grocery store (Voss...that fancy Norwegian water) and I've been drinking about 2 1/2 - 3 of those a day. It's been helping with the skin issue and the insomnia issue and the depressed issue. Yay nature.


That thing is bigger than it looks. One of those is about 28 ounces. YUMMAY. Put fruit in your water too. It makes it more appealing. And pretty. And presentation is everything. Right?

 
 
 

Saturday, June 14, 2014

The Secret Garden

Annie and I decided to watch "The Secret Garden" today. It was one of our favorite films growing up, and I recently found out that Francis Ford Coppola was one of the executive producers for the film, which was a fun fact, realizing that one of my favorite directors was involved with one of my favorite films as a child. I am not sure what it is about "The Secret Garden" that is so appealing to me. It has an aura of mystery and tragedy that is unapologetically woven into the tale. I remember it being the first film I watched that made me cry. I think I was about five or six years old at the time.

The movie, based upon the book by Francis Hodgson Burnett, reflects the lonely lives of abandonment led by two ten year old children living in a gloomy old mansion in the English countryside. One child is abandoned by her parents through their deaths, the other, bedridden and sickly, is rejected by his deeply distressed and
heartbroken father. The story has something very tangible and earnest about it. It is a story of healing through nature, but it takes real loss and tragedy and turns haunted memories into joyful ones. It also not only heals the children, but it also heals the adults in their lives.

The movie is filmed with a lot of simplicity: it is a story originally meant for children, so there aren't any "big" scenes to film. But the cinematography, combined with the truly gorgeous score makes the film very moving. There are also so many subtleties in the film that I noticed watching it this time around that I never noticed before. Fun fact: Elijah Wood and Kirsten Dunst were both turned down for the roles of the two children in favor of two unknowns, (Heydon Prowse and Kate Maberly) which always makes me happy. 




Thursday, May 15, 2014

The Doldrums of Post-Graduation

Well... it has been awhile. And I have to say, despite the amount of homework I have had to complete in order to graduate from college, which I did last weekend, I have been avoiding this blog. I have not felt like writing, and I have not been inspired to write anything lately. And although I have plenty of things to write about now, such as five days in NYC, various fantastic concerts, people thinking that I am racist, and the horrible nagging fear of having my wisdom teeth extracted, I just do not feel like writing about these things as of yet, so instead I will just be writing about not wanting to write.
 
There have been a lot of incidents leading up to this complete lack of inspiration, but I believe the band Keane says it best "everything is changing, and I don't feel the same". That pretty much sums it up right now. Everyone is moving on with life, and I can't stop that from happening. It just feels like I am standing in the middle of a room while everyone I care about is leaving it in slow motion, and I am powerless to stop it from happening. And most of this "leaving" is in the form of things you are supposed to be really happy about, such as graduation or marriage. And while that's really great and exciting, it's also kind of the saddest time I have ever experienced. So I suppose that is why I have pretty much been watching Lena Dunham's show "Girls" on repeat for the last month.

After graduation, I just felt this void. It was not this crazy wonderful experience. I did not feel accomplished, I did not feel relieved. I felt horrified, and scared, and alone. I just stared at that piece of paper declaring me a Bachelor of Arts and all I could think of was the time... the time and money and work that went into that little piece of paper. A paper that did not even have my major on it. I don't know what I had expected, but I thought maybe it would have all the jobs that I had to work in order to get through college listed on there, or maybe all the sleepless nights somehow accounted for, or all the people who had helped me pull through it with their names listed, or all the pain I had gone through transferring and my trouble with the registrar and all of my personal relationships with people all written down there somewhere. But all it said was "Bachelor of Arts".

I guess I am writing this down because I am sure I am not the only person who has felt this way before. So hopefully if you are going through the same thing, you will be able to relate.

And hopefully I will find something real to write about soon.
 

Monday, April 14, 2014

More on Shampoo Bars

Since there was such a big response to our post about using organic shampoo bars to replace normal shampoo, I thought I would post a few videos below that I found helpful when I was trying to find more information on organic shampoo. Both videos were made by "venusinfurs", and the first video discusses her overall experience with organic shampoo bars. In the second video, she compiles a very helpful collection of reviews on various shampoo bars from Chagrin Valley. As she states in her video, just because she might have used a bar that does not work for her, it does not mean that it won't work for you, so keep an open mind whilst watching. My personal favorite bar is the Auburn Henna. I really love the smell, and it adds a lot of shine to my hair, as well as volume. It is specifically designed for people with red hair, however, so it may not be the best for those of you with different hair colors. Also, she says in the first video that she only brushes her hair once a week, and I don't do that. I still brush my hair once a day, but as she says, there is a significant decrease in the amount of time that you have to spend brushing it to keep tangles out. Beneath the videos, I've posted the link for Chagrin Valley, so you can peruse their website at your leisure. I hope this is helpful for all of the people who expressed an interest in these products.


 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

D IS FOR DEMON AND FOR DERMATOLOG​IST

Today I thought I’d give you all some very handy information.
This information is in regards to the exact identity of the Devil.
So, yeah, pretty important.
The Devil. He is your dermatologist. Not someone else’s. Yours.
Let me clarify. I HAVE ACNE. I HAVE IT ON MY FACE. We’ll stick with that information for now, that feels like enough. I’ve had acne for years now, and there’s no end in sight. So my parents, being the merciful and visually gifted people that they are, saw my plight and started looking into finding a dermatologist for me. Because my face looked like Pompeii on a daily basis, I was more than okay with that.
So this first dermatologist put me on antibiotics and this facial cleanser that smelled and looked like rotten eggs.
Absolutely nothing changed.
We lost hope for a while, I figured out how to use makeup, it was fine.
Then it started getting worse, so my mom sent me to a different doctor, one who very professionally took down my symptoms and plugged them into WebMD to get my exact diagnosis. Not really. Maybe. Took about that long and cost infinitely more. She prescribed antibiotics, cleaner, gel, lotion, and a medicated moisturizer. I put all this crap on my face in the morning, washed it off at night, put more on, washed it off in the morning, put more on, etc. This crap cost an amount of money I was afraid to look at when my mom came back from the drugstore with the receipt.
A few months later, after using these prescriptions religiously and getting absolutely zero results, I went to a music camp for a week and forgot my medicine at home. So I spent a week washing my face zero times a day. At the end of the week, I had next to no acne on my face. At all. This was probably due to my drinking about 10 gallons of water every day as well as not torturing my skin with the medication.
So I stopped using this stuff.
My skin continued to be fine, not particularly good at times, but never really bad. Then I had another appointment a little while ago, after my skin had been AWESOME for like 2 weeks. The dermatologist looked at my skin, said “oh, I can see you’re really starting to have bad breakouts right now” and prescribed about 50 more things for me to apply to my face.
Immediately after starting this new medication, my skin got HORRIFICALLY bad. The cleanser she gave me was chafing my skin and irritating what was already an issue, and the moisturizer (which is about 50% WATER in the first place) did NOTHING.
So I just quit. I got my mom to buy me some coconut oil, because the internet said so. I continued using the cleaner in addition to the oil, and nothing really improved, just stabilized. Then I dropped the dermatologist’s regime entirely, used Burt’s Bees cleaners and the oil, and in about 2 days my skin was back to normal.
I mean, use your common sense, obviously. If the prescription meds work for you, glory hallelujah, you found a dermatologist who has had the demon exorcised from their mortal soul. But most of the time, the deal with skin cleansers is the same as the deal with shampoo. They give you a cleanser that will strip your skin of every bad and every good thing, forcing you to spend more money on an unnecessary moisturizer (any artificial moisturizer will contain water, I guarantee you that, meaning that it WILL do you more harm than good) to repair some, but not all, of the damage. It’s a vicious cycle. If you feel the need to exfoliate, cinnamon is like a miracle, and baking soda will also do the trick. And it’s cheap. This is a win-win situation here.
Instead of giving grotesque before and after photos, I’m just going to show you the beginnings of a Totoro poster I’m making for my baby brother. It’s adorable. Unlike my skin.

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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

You Should Probably Not Use Shampoo Anymore

Alrighty, so most people get real grossed out when I tell them that I haven't used shampoo or conditioner in my hair for over 5 months. I was perusing around the internet sometime last year, when I found an article describing what shampoo really does to your hair. In the article, I read that back in the good old days, people just used soap to clean their hair. Just ordinary, every day soap like you would clean a dish with. But then, around the beginning of the 20th century, detergents came along. Guess what shampoo is? That's right. It's detergent. Like you would use to scrub the scum off of your bathroom floor. Whose brilliant idea was it to wash your hair with that? Shampoo actually strips your hair of all of its natural oils that keep it healthy. So guess what was invented next to counteract the nasty dryness that shampoo was causing? Conditioner. It was invented to cover up the damage that shampoo does to your hair. Of course, it's all presented like it's such a great thing that you should definitely rub through your scalp every morning.

When I read that I was essentially putting in my hair the same stuff that I would put in my dishwasher, I did further research, and found a company in Solon, Ohio  (Chagrin Valley Soap) that makes a bunch of organic, natural soaps, including "shampoo bars", which are used on hair.

I started using these shampoo bars, and let me tell you, it was not pretty. It took about a month for the soap to strip all the gunk out of my hair that the shampoo and conditioner had left behind. It was pretty disheartening.

Now however, I have been using the Auburn Henna shampoo bar for 5 months, and it is brilliant. All it has in it is babassu oil, sunflower oil, coconut oil, organic palm oil, organically grown henna, organic coconut milk, organic hibiscus, indigo, and rosemary extract. Sounds pretty dandy compared to what you would read on the back of a shampoo bottle.

Anyway, I used to have to wash my hair every single day, no exceptions, or it would get oily and dried out and FEEL so dirty. I hated going one single day without washing my hair.

Now...I only have to wash it twice a week. It's ridiculous. And even on the days when it starts to look a little dirty, it still feels clean. It saves me so much time in the morning. Also, it makes my hair naturally soft, so I have not used conditioner since November. I know.

I order one shampoo bar about every two months. They're about $13.00 after shipping and handling. But they arrive pretty quickly, and they smell so good. All you do is just create a lather with it and rub it through your scalp. It's pretty darn easy to use.

I know that some people like doing the baking soda/ apple cider vinegar rinse. I just didn't find that that worked for me. The vinegar started making my hair turn blonde, and I personally like being ginger.

I would definitely recommend this product to anyone. Literally, anyone. Also, they make really great soaps. I've been using their dead sea salt soap and it's done better things for my skin than years of visits to the dermatologist. Mother nature strikes again.






 

 

Sunday, March 23, 2014

The Art Assignment

Today I finally got caught up on a new PBS YouTube series called The Art Assignment, and I’m so SO glad that I did. I think The Art Assignment is an extremely wonderful and important thing. Its goal is to teach people how to think more broadly about what art is
and how they, personally, can create art. It also exposes people to a range of contemporary artists, something we are not getting a lot, and in my opinion enough of. I’m going to try to complete all 3 of the assignments set so far, and will absolutely positively put them here for your viewing enjoyment when they are complete.
My favorite Art Assignment so far:
 
 
John’s was not the only mind blown by Sarah’s observation about the significance of the term ‘moving pictures’ for films. A lot of people don’t really understand that movies really are not just magical strings of perpetually moving film. This is why a cinematographer is sometimes called a director of photography; because at it’s most basic state, a movie is simply a string of images, each of which is unique and significant on its own. Because, as Toyin observes with her art, one image could never be enough to truly capture something.

Monday, March 10, 2014

The Wind Rises

This weekend I finally went to see The Wind Rises (Kaze Tachinu). I can honestly say I’ve never felt my money more well spent than the $12 I spent on that movie ticket. I watch a lot of movies. A lot of people watch a lot of movies. So I know I’m not speaking from a minority standpoint when I say that those times when you stumble upon a movie that seems to live and breathe on its own, you feel rich as Croesus. These movies are vitally important to you. Hayao Miyazaki, the writer, director, and illustrator of the original
comic, has created many of these vitally important films, in my life at least. His films are so complex and magical and fantastic and deceptively human. You’re drawn into this fairy tale that reveals more about the hearts of men than you could learn in most philosophical texts, that I believe for a fact.

The main character of Kaze Tachinu, Horikoshi, once said of his aircraft design that “All I wanted to do was to make something beautiful”. Miyazaki’s portrayal of this man’s struggle to find a way to create the beautiful airplanes of his imaginings, only to see them in the end fly off to battle, never to return, resulted in one of the most heartbreaking things I’ve ever experienced. I cried (not a lot, my brothers were there, I have street cred to uphold here). say that I am recommending this movie to anyone who can possibly see it is an understatement. I’m kind of saying that you have to.



 Le vent se lève! . . . il faut tenter de vivre!

Monday, February 24, 2014

Speaking of Manic Pixie Dream People....

I stumbled upon this video today whilst browsing the internet. This chick has got it down pretty solidly. Solidly? Anyway. She does a great/entertaining job of explaining why Summer in "500 Days of Summer" is not a Manic Pixie Dream Girl, and why this is good news for everyone. Plus, I think this girl would be one of my best friends ever if I knew her.

 
I think we are all guilty of fantasizing about our Manic Pixie Dream Person. And we should all stop. Post-haste.
Because someone real is better than a fantasy.
 
 

Manic Pixie Dream Girls

Alrighty, so being midterms week, I don't have much time to post anything. But I found this video about Manic Pixie Dream Girls on one of my favorite blogs "Dressed Up Like a Lady", by Cammila Collar. She's hawsome. But this concept of the MPDG as a stock character type coined by Nathan Rabin to describe Kirsten Dunst's character in Elizabethtown is a really interesting trend we see more and more in films today. So many classic movies exhibit this female character type, the more you look for it, the more you see it, even as far back as Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's, as Collar describes in her blog. The MPDG is that delightfully quirky creature who is used solely to bring that helplessly brooding young gentleman out of his dark coma and teach him to look for adventure and beauty in everything. Most of the time, the MPDG will also exhibit their own deep internal issues, but only as a way to get the male character to exhibit his "heroic" side by "saving" her. As Collar talks about in her video, there are several great examples of the MPDG as a REAL, tangible, realistic human being, and the classic film stereo-type is always called out in films like this. My favorite example is Kate Winslet's character Clementine in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. She's super fun, super quirky, super pretty and weird, simultaneously. But she is so very human, and we see that side of her. She does not exist solely to bring out the adventure in Jim Carrey's character Joel. We are aware of their issues, and she is not merely an ideal. The film also calls out the MPDG stereotype when Clementine says "Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a messed-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours."

Anyway, take a look at Cammila's
video, and see what you think.


dressed up like a lady: Manic Pixie Dream Bitches - The Video!:

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Don't Throw it All Away

I know we have not posted in positively ages. Many apologies. We've been terribly busy. I don't even have much time right now, but I though I would jot this down while it's fresh in my brain.

I've been thinking a lot lately about how confusing this notion of an ideal romance is. Is it what we think it is, or is something much different, subtler and more quiet? Is it something that truly eludes us day after day, year after year, until we chase it away through time and disappointment and shattered hopes? Or is it something that is standing in front of us, dressed in every day clothes, waiting for us to get our heads out of the clouds?

I think this quote made by a wise lady in the film Anne of Avonlea, which is the sequel to the delightful Anne of Green Gables, sums up the notion of our wandering hearts in a simple yet profound way:

"Anne, you have tricked something out of that imagination of yours that you call romance. Have you forgotten how he gave up the Avonlea school for you so that you could stay here with me? How he picked you up everyday in his carriage so that you could study your courses together? Don't throw it all away for some ridiculous ideal that doesn't even exist".


 
And in the spirit of Anne Shirley, and all the nostalgic joy this story brings back, the song of the day is the theme from the film. We both grew up with Anne, so I cannot convey to you what I feel every time I hear the theme from this movie. It makes my heart hurt. In the best way possible.
 

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Song of the Day: So New

In honor of our post about "Disco Pigs", we have decided to include one of the songs from the credits as our song of the day. "So New" was written and performed by Cillian Murphy, who played Pig in the movie, as well as the stage play. The music is simple, and the lyrics are beautiful and heartbreaking, especially if you know the story. Which you should.


Disco Pigs

Disco Pigs Movie Review
WARNING: If you have not watched this movie, stop reading this post, go watch it, then come back. I realize that will be most people, but so help me if you find out what happens in this movie via a blog, I will punch myself in the face repeatedly.


This is my favorite movie of all time. I had never really had a favorite before. The Pianist was up there for sure, but there was no one movie that I could say with certainty was my favorite. Then I watched Disco Pigs. I now have a favorite movie. Hands down.


A lot of people do not understand the story in the movie, and fewer still understand the character Pig, played by Cillian Murphy. I am not going into any elaborate plot details, because if you are reading this it means you have finished the movie.I believe the ideal of the story is two young people, born in the same hospital on the same day, brought up next door to each other, connected with a cosmic spell from birth are forced to grow up. Cillian Murphy’s character Pig is perfectly contented to spend his days with Runt. As he says so beautifully in his melancholic tone “You’re my life, Runt”.  


The deep attachment that Pig and Runt have for each other is the stuff of fairy tales. They dash around on the beach together having long talks about the “color of love”. They play jokes on other people and laugh about it to each other. They are completely in sync, and at night they hold each other’s hands through holes in the walls of their two houses, Pyramus and Thisby style. Kinda. But then one day Runt discovers that she wants more, and she has to break away from Pig who is deeply in love with her, and quite literally wants nothing more out of life than to be with her. This is where people begin to misunderstand Pig. Yes, he is a bit psycho crazy. Okay, he’s a lot psycho crazy. But the common misconception is that Runt has to kill him to escape him. This is incorrect. Pig wants her to kill him because he knows that she wants, and needs, a life outside of their relationship with each other. He asks her to give him the ending to the story that he has always dreamed of: Pig and Runt, King and Queen. And so she does. After she gives him his fairy tale ending, he is able to let her go, even though it means he cannot exist in the world without her. He feels complete; he has had the ending of his dreams, and now he has to let her go by letting himself go.


It’s kind of interesting to note how different the original play and the movie are from each other, but how the mood and the general, I guess, POINT of the story is the same for both. In the film, SPOILER ALERT Pig dies at the end, after a sequence of events not even sort of present in the play, which is about 1/4th as long. And that might seem to change things a bit (like, maybe I wasn’t crying buckets and feeling like I had lost all purpose in life after the play), but a lot of the more important things are still present, like the fact that in both, Pig is removed from Runt’s life and she is finally able to accept her individuality and embrace her freedom from Pig’s smothering love. But the movie does emphasize the contrast more, by removing Runt from Pig’s life first and showing us how he dealt with that: by going stark raving mad and chasing after her. Which was totally adorable for about five minutes. Because the point of the story is that Pig’s love for Runt, while real enough, was too selfish to be sustainable. And when his love finally became selfless, he wasn’t sustainable any more (does that make any sense) and so he was willing to give up his life.


I also think that while most people do not understand Pig’s character, we all have a little bit of him inside us. We are all a little Pig, and we are all a little Runt. We all have something we need to let go of, and something that needs to let go of us.

But in the end, all we know is that we love this film. Enda Walsh weaves a magically tragic tale of young love that left us feeling weepy, and loving Cillian Murphy even more than before. This movie definitely is not for everyone, but it is for us.

 
I think I really do want for something else.
But where to, eh pal?
Where to...

Monday, February 10, 2014

A Poem


 

 
                          Aqueous Death
 


Water
 
In my lungs and
 
Choking my life coldly


The river eager to wash me
            Away.