You will note the heavy Jane Austen emphasis during this month. I considered writing the entire entry in a Jane Austen voice in honor of her domination of my viewing and reading habits, but in the end decided such a feat must be left to a greater mind with more time and talent than the most ignorant person ever to dare to call herself a bloggeress.
Movies:
Les Miserables: I did not "grow up" with this musical, and so missed out on the experience of having great hopes and dreams realized or dashed by the viewing of this film. Matthew could probably give you a more emotional review of the quality of the songs and so forth (I tried my hand at judging them and came up with completely opposite conclusions from him, but I defer to someone who actually sings and cares about singing in these matters). Overall I thought the film was enjoyable and entertaining, but not particularly monumental. My fascination with Russell Crowe continues, as does my love for Anne Hathaway's short hair and subtitles.
Mansfield Park (2007): This was the fastest adaptation of a Jane Austen film I've ever seen. I almost felt like I was playing a game of Bingo, crossing off each event rapidly to get through the story. I liked all the casting - yes, even slick-haired Edmund - except for Fanny, whose overwhelmingly huge grin, disheveled blonde hair-in-my-eyes look, and uncertain depiction somewhere between shrieking wildness and complacent shyness rather unnerved me.
Bride and Prejudice: This Bollywood take on Pride and Prejudice was more fun than I remembered (probably because this time I watched it with some friends from my JA class). Some things were still the same, mind - Darcy is dreadfully boring; the "no life without wife" song is my favorite part, etc.
Silver Linings Playbook: Matthew and I really enjoyed this one. It's sweet, weird, depressing, affirming, and had some touching, thoughtful insights about dealing with heartache, obsession, stress, and loneliness. Jennifer Lawrence is fast becoming a favorite actress of mine.
From Time to Time: Cute British film about mysterious old houses, nefarious butlers, and wise grandmothers with secrets. I wasn't surprised to learn this came from the creator of Downton Abbey - it's got the same "modern take on nostalgic past" feeling to it. And Maggie Smith.
The Darkest Hour: Matthew and I saw the trailer for this a long time ago, and thought it looked interesting. We should have just watched the trailer again. It was more interesting than the movie.
Sense and Sensibility (1995): Delightful version. I love this cast and the humor inserted throughout. I only wish they had used more characters and scenes from the novel (I was especially surprised to realize they had entirely omitted the return of Willoughby in the final hour scene). And of course, I always want more ending - couldn't they at least have Margaret catch the bouquet or something?
Sense
and Sensibility (2008): I saw this version once before and was not greatly impressed by it, but my second viewing has altered my opinion considerably in its favor. This may have a little or a great deal to do with the fact that I have since become aware of the charms of Dan Stevens from watching Downton Abbey, but further watching - that is, research - is required to be certain. I also finally forgave Willoughby for the crime of being short.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower: I wasn't really impressed by the book, but the film was very sweet without being cutesy or cliche.
Total Recall: Again we were tricked into watching this by the trailer. There were some ideas that had potential, and Colin Farrell has a pretty awesome worried facial expression, but I lost interest and emotional investment in the characters pretty early on.
Sense and Sensibility (1995): I liked this so much I watched it twice.
Mansfield Park (1999): I'd seen this once before and hated it. This time I liked the overall film more, but hated the parts that I hated more, if that makes sense.
The Prestige: This was the film that converted me to Christopher Nolan, and it's still my perennial Nolan favorite. I think I could watch it every year and still gush about watching it for the first time.
Clipping Adam: I didn't expect a lot out of this film about a boy who doesn't cut his hair after his mom and sister die in an accident, but I was very pleasantly surprised at its warmth, humor, emotion, and simplicity. The characters were great and the story was sweet. The ending felt a little abrupt, and I may not watch it again, but I would recommend it.
Shackleton: I'd seen this around the library a few times and thought it looked interesting. Kenneth Branagh was predictably brilliant. It was also really nice to watch people shivering in the Arctic during an extremely hot week in May.
On a Clear Day: I watched this movie after recently getting hooked on swimming regularly again, so bear in mind that I am a water addict and can watch stuff like Olympics swimming and diving for hours. Anyway, this film. I. LOVED. IT. EVERY. SINGLE. LITTLE. BIT. Spot-on story and casting. I cried.
Tower Heist: Good bit of crazy fun with Ben Stiller. Bonus - Casey Affleck's worried face rivals Colin Farrell's!
Argo: I forgot to include this one on my list at first, but I really, really enjoyed it. Gripping story, well acted and paced. I haven't been quite so tense watching a film that I recall since Sophie Scholl.
Books:
The Candy Shop War 2: Arcade Catastrophe: Awesome, fun, and creative sequel. I get worried sometimes Brandon Mull will write himself into something so crazy he won't be able to get out of it without cheating, but somehow he manages to make it work.
Pride and Prejudice: It is a truth universally acknowleged that this book is awesome.
Modern Ghosts: A collection of short horror stories by Joe Hill, who is a pretty intense horror writer but also a good writer in general. I enjoy his style of horror better than Stephen King's.
Life Laughs: I think I read this book in an hour while walking home from the library. It's about as substantial as a chatty girly blog post.
Heidegger and a Hippo Walk Through Those Pearly Gates: Not quite as witty and clever as their first book, in my opinion, but still a fun/insightful read.
The Pregnancy Project: I was touched by this true story of a girl faking a high school pregnancy for a class project. I especially appreciated her opening up about her family's difficult background and the many trials of living without financial or familial stability. It definitely strengthened my gratitude for my parents' raising me and my resolve to raise my children in a good way.
Mansfield Park: Not my favorite of Jane Austen's novels, but I was glad to finally finish it after starting when I was about 13 and getting distracted somewhere around Portsmouth.
Misery: Why did I read this? I don't like Stephen King. Anyway, I didn't like it.
Friday, June 7, 2013
Monday, June 3, 2013
The Many Photoshoots of May
Until May I took remarkably few photos in the year 2013. The first photoshoot of the year didn't happen until Valentine's Day, where I got a couple of photos of Matthew eating spaghetti. I'm not sure why I didn't take any of myself - perhaps I was just feeling icky that day? The next time the camera came out was in April to take a random assortment of shots of un-posed people wandering around eating things on Easter and some very poorly decorated eggs (the sight of which I'll spare you). And that apparently was the whole of everything worth documenting with the camera for the Winter 2013 semester. Maybe it snowed. Maybe it was pretty. Will anyone know? Will they care?
Then all of a sudden in May, the camera came alive. It seemed every weekend was photo-worthy. Things went so far that we even had to (gasp!) CHANGE THE BATTERIES.
So what was the big deal about in May? Well, let's take a look back and see...
1. I decided to get my hair cut. So the weekend before, I got my sister Hannah to take a lot of photos of me and Matthew (she took some of the photos we used for our engagements, and we liked them so much we asked her to give us coupons for more photoshoots for Christmas). This led to some great and goofy moments - I'll let you figure out which is which:
2. I actually GOT my hair cut. Photos briefly became an obsession.
3. Matthew, possibly influenced by that one time in my western film class when I took him to see "Unforgiven," went and bought a gun (in unrelated news, the dog who barks all the time upstairs mysteriously went missing that night...). Of COURSE we took photos.
He also went shooting for the first time on Memorial Day with a few friends from work, but in a great tragedy, the camera was left behind, so we must imagine it looked something like this:
4. Mother's day! Self-explanatory.
5. Mama's birthday! You will note that once again we succeeded in making our mother cry.
6. We celebrated our two-year anniversary at the end of May. For some reason (oh yeah I'm taking a class this semester) I didn't have as much time as I had last year to prepare decorations and ideas, so we ended up having a very toned down celebration. I took a long walk in the rain (a romantic touch which I greatly appreciated seeing as how it rained on the evening of the day we got married) by myself waiting for Matthew to get off work, and we celebrated with cheesecake (which we had on our honeymoon) and strawberry lemonade (which we had at our reception). And pictures, of course.
The following things also happened in late April/early May that were camera-worthy:
7. We visited a friend of mine from the first neighborhood we lived in when we moved to Utah. I used to babysit her three oldest kids and it was fun seeing how grown-up everyone was except for herself and her husband, who haven't looked older than 25 since I met them. I actually thought she was a Laurel (a 16-18-year-old girl in the Church's Young Women program) when I met her and was surprised to find out she was a leader. Now I'm pretty convinced she could pass for one of my college students. I hope we'll visit them again so I can figure out where she stashes the Fountain of Youth flask.
8. I got a bad ingrown toenail. I actually got it in March, but it got worse and worse until I finally decided to get it taken care of after finals. I went to the BYU Student Health Center and had a very pleasant experience. Someone asked me if I was there to see the podiatrist before I had time to even sit down, the podiatrist and assistant had everything ready when I walked into the "operating" room, the assistant handed me the piece of paper to sign away my rights while the doctor was actually already prepping my toe, and everything was smooth and quick and relatively painless (most of the pain came later when the toe "un-numbed"). Overall I was in and out in about five minutes, and I haven't had a problem since. The lack of pain has done wonders for my exercise - turns out running, walking, and moving are way more fun when your toenail isn't jabbing you with every step!
Apologies for the grossness of the next photo. If you have small children.... actually, small children will probably find this pic pretty cool:
9. I got back into shape. Winter is always the worst semester for me health-wise (especially with food poisoning!), but so far I've always been able to bounce back in the spring. Photo-wise, I ended up experimenting with yoga pics I've seen online or just stretching in general:
Then all of a sudden in May, the camera came alive. It seemed every weekend was photo-worthy. Things went so far that we even had to (gasp!) CHANGE THE BATTERIES.
So what was the big deal about in May? Well, let's take a look back and see...
1. I decided to get my hair cut. So the weekend before, I got my sister Hannah to take a lot of photos of me and Matthew (she took some of the photos we used for our engagements, and we liked them so much we asked her to give us coupons for more photoshoots for Christmas). This led to some great and goofy moments - I'll let you figure out which is which:
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| I totally can see this as a movie poster for a chick flick. Titles, anyone? |
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| A rare non-goofy one of us three! |
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| I believe the instructions were "look flirty..." |
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2. I actually GOT my hair cut. Photos briefly became an obsession.
3. Matthew, possibly influenced by that one time in my western film class when I took him to see "Unforgiven," went and bought a gun (in unrelated news, the dog who barks all the time upstairs mysteriously went missing that night...). Of COURSE we took photos.
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| Matt and *Shotgun Shane* |
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| Matthew is obviously the cute Asian. |
4. Mother's day! Self-explanatory.
5. Mama's birthday! You will note that once again we succeeded in making our mother cry.
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| Blueberry birthday pie! |
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| Okay, so Daniel was actually the one who made her cry... |
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| Dad reading my very witty Jane Austen card |
The following things also happened in late April/early May that were camera-worthy:
7. We visited a friend of mine from the first neighborhood we lived in when we moved to Utah. I used to babysit her three oldest kids and it was fun seeing how grown-up everyone was except for herself and her husband, who haven't looked older than 25 since I met them. I actually thought she was a Laurel (a 16-18-year-old girl in the Church's Young Women program) when I met her and was surprised to find out she was a leader. Now I'm pretty convinced she could pass for one of my college students. I hope we'll visit them again so I can figure out where she stashes the Fountain of Youth flask.
8. I got a bad ingrown toenail. I actually got it in March, but it got worse and worse until I finally decided to get it taken care of after finals. I went to the BYU Student Health Center and had a very pleasant experience. Someone asked me if I was there to see the podiatrist before I had time to even sit down, the podiatrist and assistant had everything ready when I walked into the "operating" room, the assistant handed me the piece of paper to sign away my rights while the doctor was actually already prepping my toe, and everything was smooth and quick and relatively painless (most of the pain came later when the toe "un-numbed"). Overall I was in and out in about five minutes, and I haven't had a problem since. The lack of pain has done wonders for my exercise - turns out running, walking, and moving are way more fun when your toenail isn't jabbing you with every step!
Apologies for the grossness of the next photo. If you have small children.... actually, small children will probably find this pic pretty cool:
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| First look after taking off the bandages |
9. I got back into shape. Winter is always the worst semester for me health-wise (especially with food poisoning!), but so far I've always been able to bounce back in the spring. Photo-wise, I ended up experimenting with yoga pics I've seen online or just stretching in general:
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| What you don't see is my toe, pre-operation, throbbing in agony |
Sunday, May 5, 2013
April 2013 Media Inventory
Here's what I watched and read in between writing and grading papers during the blurry haze that was the month of April.
Movies:
My Brilliant Career: Charming but serious Anne of Green Gables-ish Australian film that was also somehow a western... at least, I saw it in western class. I largely enjoyed it except for the ending, which I found rather smug and neat in contrast to the blunt, messy realities that the film earlier embraced.
Bleak House: Absolutely LOVED this TV mini-series! I highly recommend it to anyone in the mood for humorous characters, mysterious scandals, complicated relationships, and satisfying romantic dramas of England in the 1800s.
Heart: So, this was a BYU short film that turned "The Tell-Tale Heart" into a bit of a western! And it starred Aaron Eckhart back when he was a student, apparently. He made a pretty good crazy nutcase if I do say so myself.
The Tell-Tale Heart: A more feature-film adaptation of the Poe story that greatly amused me and my classmates due to its rather theatrical style. The scandalous love triangle and betrayal of a best friend were intriguing additions, but the cake really went to an unexpected impalement, a throbbing carpet, and probably the world's worst reading of female signals by the main character. Still extremely entertaining.
Unforgiven: One of my favorites from the western class - it vies for first place right alongside "Ride the High Country." Matthew watched it with me and we both had a lot to discuss and think about afterwards. It really does stick with you.
Open Range: I had high hopes but ended up being less impressed with this one, though I continue to love Robert Duvall and (mostly) Kevin Costner as the plain-speaking, witty, too stubborn to quit cowpuncher and the shell-shocked, hardened but totally still romantically available sidekick. At least I still have Lonesome Dove and Dances with Wolves.
Water for Elephants: Enjoyable film, but I didn't find the plot all that compelling judging by the fact that it took me several days to actually finish it. While I normally love Reese Witherspoon, none of the three main characters was actually that interesting to me (the elephant was pretty good, though), and I've never been a huge fan of the whole "weather-beaten old man recounts his past to skeptical youth of today" intro.
Hitchcock: Fun, entertaining, and creative film about the making of Psycho which I particularly enjoyed since I just read and wrote about Psycho in the fall. I was a bit disappointed in how short and shallow it seemed - it only offered a slice of Hitchcock (and of Psycho, truthfully) when I was hoping for a lot more.
One for the Money: Watching this film was very similar to reading the book - I was intrigued by the overall idea and bored to tears by the particulars. I finished it, but barely.
The Incredible Burt Wonderstone: Matthew and I watched this at the Dollar Theater and it was hilarious. So many lines that I wanted to write down and quote. So much Steve Carell + Jim Carrey awesomeness. The plot was pretty cliche, but I didn't care too much because of how much I was enjoying the performances, the dialogue, and the magic tricks ('scuse me, illusions).
The Impossible: When I heard this film was about the 2004 tsunami, I wasn't enthusiastic about seeing it. I expected a lot of affirmative cliches about humanity rallying in the midst of tragedy and blatant attempts to pull on heartstrings. But this harrowing experience of a film surprised me. The tsunami itself was grim, rough, quick, and violent - probably one of the scariest things I've seen on film - and the camera let it happen without prior warning, music, foreshadowing, etc. It comes completely out of nowhere without any overt attempt to explain it or how we should feel about it as it is happening. Never so clearly have I been able to put myself in the vulnerable state of a film's protagonist as when we see pieces of trees, houses, furniture, tools, and toys hurtling at lightning speed in our direction underneath the huge wave of water that has washed over everything. After the wave has passed, the fear, frustration, confusion, and panic about where our characters are and if they're going to be okay or not is terribly convincing. More than once I found myself having to grimace, look away, and shudder at the traumatic results of injury, which to me is the mark of a film successfully engaging my emotions and attention. The story doesn't really attempt to analyze what's happening on a deeper level (i.e. Why did this happen to us? Why did God allow this to happen?), but it feels real and scary nonetheless and struck me with an awareness of how vulnerable and weak we really are in this physical state of mortality. It's probably good for someone who loves swimming and the beach as much as I do to have a healthy sense of fear and respect for water instilled into me.
Wreck-it Ralph: Matthew and I had both been hearing a lot about how good this film is, and I guess I have to say that the rumors are true. We loved it! Creative, entertaining, and clever story and characters, whether you ever played video games or not. This is one I wouldn't mind owning.
Books:
Of Wolves and Men: Interesting and accessible read about the ways of wolves and how we've feared, hated, loved, and killed them over the years. Great resource should I ever want to write a paper about wolves or just make someone feel guilty.
Watership Down: I loved this book when Mama read it to us at lunchtime many years ago, and I still love it. It took me maybe three days to read, but I was enthralled for the entire three days. It is such a beautiful story and so well written. Next to Brian Jacques, Richard Adams is probably my favorite author of books about small animals.
Tales of Watership Down: Because you never want the story to end...
Life of Pi: I have wanted to read this book for a long time, and seeing the movie finally stirred up enough interest in me to go for it. It's a great book - funny, touching, entertaining, insightful, practical. Why did it take me this long to get to it? I wanted it to be a true story and was sad when it wasn't (and was even sadder when I realized the real story was probably Eat Pray Love). Still, read it anyway.
Movies:
My Brilliant Career: Charming but serious Anne of Green Gables-ish Australian film that was also somehow a western... at least, I saw it in western class. I largely enjoyed it except for the ending, which I found rather smug and neat in contrast to the blunt, messy realities that the film earlier embraced.
Bleak House: Absolutely LOVED this TV mini-series! I highly recommend it to anyone in the mood for humorous characters, mysterious scandals, complicated relationships, and satisfying romantic dramas of England in the 1800s.
Heart: So, this was a BYU short film that turned "The Tell-Tale Heart" into a bit of a western! And it starred Aaron Eckhart back when he was a student, apparently. He made a pretty good crazy nutcase if I do say so myself.
The Tell-Tale Heart: A more feature-film adaptation of the Poe story that greatly amused me and my classmates due to its rather theatrical style. The scandalous love triangle and betrayal of a best friend were intriguing additions, but the cake really went to an unexpected impalement, a throbbing carpet, and probably the world's worst reading of female signals by the main character. Still extremely entertaining.
Unforgiven: One of my favorites from the western class - it vies for first place right alongside "Ride the High Country." Matthew watched it with me and we both had a lot to discuss and think about afterwards. It really does stick with you.
Open Range: I had high hopes but ended up being less impressed with this one, though I continue to love Robert Duvall and (mostly) Kevin Costner as the plain-speaking, witty, too stubborn to quit cowpuncher and the shell-shocked, hardened but totally still romantically available sidekick. At least I still have Lonesome Dove and Dances with Wolves.
Water for Elephants: Enjoyable film, but I didn't find the plot all that compelling judging by the fact that it took me several days to actually finish it. While I normally love Reese Witherspoon, none of the three main characters was actually that interesting to me (the elephant was pretty good, though), and I've never been a huge fan of the whole "weather-beaten old man recounts his past to skeptical youth of today" intro.
Hitchcock: Fun, entertaining, and creative film about the making of Psycho which I particularly enjoyed since I just read and wrote about Psycho in the fall. I was a bit disappointed in how short and shallow it seemed - it only offered a slice of Hitchcock (and of Psycho, truthfully) when I was hoping for a lot more.
One for the Money: Watching this film was very similar to reading the book - I was intrigued by the overall idea and bored to tears by the particulars. I finished it, but barely.
The Incredible Burt Wonderstone: Matthew and I watched this at the Dollar Theater and it was hilarious. So many lines that I wanted to write down and quote. So much Steve Carell + Jim Carrey awesomeness. The plot was pretty cliche, but I didn't care too much because of how much I was enjoying the performances, the dialogue, and the magic tricks ('scuse me, illusions).
The Impossible: When I heard this film was about the 2004 tsunami, I wasn't enthusiastic about seeing it. I expected a lot of affirmative cliches about humanity rallying in the midst of tragedy and blatant attempts to pull on heartstrings. But this harrowing experience of a film surprised me. The tsunami itself was grim, rough, quick, and violent - probably one of the scariest things I've seen on film - and the camera let it happen without prior warning, music, foreshadowing, etc. It comes completely out of nowhere without any overt attempt to explain it or how we should feel about it as it is happening. Never so clearly have I been able to put myself in the vulnerable state of a film's protagonist as when we see pieces of trees, houses, furniture, tools, and toys hurtling at lightning speed in our direction underneath the huge wave of water that has washed over everything. After the wave has passed, the fear, frustration, confusion, and panic about where our characters are and if they're going to be okay or not is terribly convincing. More than once I found myself having to grimace, look away, and shudder at the traumatic results of injury, which to me is the mark of a film successfully engaging my emotions and attention. The story doesn't really attempt to analyze what's happening on a deeper level (i.e. Why did this happen to us? Why did God allow this to happen?), but it feels real and scary nonetheless and struck me with an awareness of how vulnerable and weak we really are in this physical state of mortality. It's probably good for someone who loves swimming and the beach as much as I do to have a healthy sense of fear and respect for water instilled into me.
Wreck-it Ralph: Matthew and I had both been hearing a lot about how good this film is, and I guess I have to say that the rumors are true. We loved it! Creative, entertaining, and clever story and characters, whether you ever played video games or not. This is one I wouldn't mind owning.
Books:
Of Wolves and Men: Interesting and accessible read about the ways of wolves and how we've feared, hated, loved, and killed them over the years. Great resource should I ever want to write a paper about wolves or just make someone feel guilty.
Watership Down: I loved this book when Mama read it to us at lunchtime many years ago, and I still love it. It took me maybe three days to read, but I was enthralled for the entire three days. It is such a beautiful story and so well written. Next to Brian Jacques, Richard Adams is probably my favorite author of books about small animals.
Tales of Watership Down: Because you never want the story to end...
Life of Pi: I have wanted to read this book for a long time, and seeing the movie finally stirred up enough interest in me to go for it. It's a great book - funny, touching, entertaining, insightful, practical. Why did it take me this long to get to it? I wanted it to be a true story and was sad when it wasn't (and was even sadder when I realized the real story was probably Eat Pray Love). Still, read it anyway.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
March 2013 Media Inventory
Sorry T. S. Eliot, but March is totally the cruelest month. Cold, windy, snowy, and so much school. Thank goodness for books and movies.
Movies
Amadeus: Can you believe I hadn't seen this in its entirety until now? Me neither. I've actually seen so many fragments of it over the year that I kept thinking I had seen it, but I decided I'd better make sure. It has some pretty funny and great moments (the voice of God part comes to mind), but I wasn't particularly blown away by it as a whole.
The Tall T: I still have no idea why this movie is called the Tall T. The protagonist is like 6'2". Big whup. BUT this film cemented my love for Richard Boone - he's the voice of Smaug in the animated Hobbit and Russian from Crooked Sky, and he makes for a pretty awesome villain here. LOVE.
Breaking Dawn (part 2): I had a lot of fun watching this with Matthew. We laughed, we poked fun, we cried (tears of LAUGHTER!), and we totally bought into the fight scene, which, let's face it, was the best part. I may not be a Twihard, but I thoroughly enjoyed the series and thought this was a satisfying conclusion (in contrast to the Hunger Games book 3, which went quickly from ugh to UGHHGHGHGHGHGHGH). I'm kind of excited to see The Host when it comes out on Redbox.
Ride the High Country: I can't get over how much I love this film. And Joel McCrea. So far (and there's only one week left) it's been my favorite film from western class. Did I mention Joel McCrea is old and amazing and the same guy from my next favorite film from that class, Stars in My Crown?
Hud: I also really liked this one, which we decided was a western kinda sorta even though they drive cars since they wear hats and shoot cows and get drunk. But the real reason why it's great? Paul Newman, ladies and gentlemen.
Hotel Transylvania: Ooooooooookay. That was pretty much my reaction to this film, which does have a sweet lesson and a lot of cute, quirky humor in it but also a lot of, um, juvenile tedious silliness and an ending which is totally OH COME ON crazy.
Pride and Prejudice: The BYU version. We were talking about Jane Austen adaptations in one of my classes and it just HAPPENED.
The Professionals: I liked this movie. I liked how people we expected to be one way turned out to be another, and how things we expected to happen totally didn't.
Will Penny: This one also threw me for a loop a few times, with things not happening the way they were supposed to (or how I expected them to), but the difference is I was NOT happy with it. I have to admit that Charlton Heston makes a pretty decent cowboy, though.
Skyfall: Another great Daniel Craig as James Bond film! I didn't love it as much as Casino Royale, but still liked it quite a lot.
Little Women: After realizing I had actually never seen the 1994 version, I decided to watch it so I could hate on it and criticize it in my adaptation class. To my great astonishment, I actually kinda loved it. This makes the THIRD film adaptation of Little Women, which I am absolutely devoted to as a novel (I'm planning on writing a post someday on how my sisters and I actually ARE Little Women), that I have thoroughly enjoyed. Favorite things about this one that stand out include Laurie having a mustache when he grows up, Professor Bhaer as the oh so cute Gabriel Byrne (aka the evil Earl from the Vikings... which just makes everything even better), and THE KISS. Ah, they had me at the kiss.
Life of Pi: I found this story beautiful, touching, and inspiring. Not to mention extremely compelling and exciting for being a film with only two characters for the majority of time.
Theater:
The Servant of Two Masters: Matt and I saw this at BYU. I liked it. The plot's a little stupid but the acting was hilarious - tons of physical comedy, modern references, and outlandish accents. And we had great seats, too. The only part which rubbed me the wrong way was when one of the cast members got right in my face and scowled at me for failing to realize that he wanted me to start clapping during a rhythmic dance section. Intimidation and bullying really isn't the best way to go when you are trying to encourage someone to root for you and like you. Even Matt said he was slightly ticked off and wanted to shove the guy back onstage. Other than that, the cast was great.
Books:
Beloved: A very emotional, deep, difficult book about dealing with one's past, set (where else?) in the South. It was draining to read but also inspiring.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A wild, wacky mess. My reaction varied from amusement to dismay to apathy to exhaustion. I found the author unlikable, the events depressing, and the message absurd at best, and despairing at worst. There's no denying it's an interesting and eye-opening read, though, and if nothing else it confirmed my decision to stay away from drugs.
Matched: I read this in a few days on a whim, after seeing it advertised in a filmed commercial (with actors and everything!) on Hulu. I didn't expect it to be very good, but it was better than I expected. Sort of reminded me of The Giver + The Hunger Games (minus the actual, um, Hunger Games part) + cheesy teenage romance stuff.
Little House on the Prairie: A refreshingly cheerful, sweet, optimistic book (despite being filled with accounts of danger from sickness, wolves, Indians, fire, floods, poisoned wells, etc). I love this series so much. Prepare to hear it read for years of your bedtime stories, future children!
Movies
Amadeus: Can you believe I hadn't seen this in its entirety until now? Me neither. I've actually seen so many fragments of it over the year that I kept thinking I had seen it, but I decided I'd better make sure. It has some pretty funny and great moments (the voice of God part comes to mind), but I wasn't particularly blown away by it as a whole.
The Tall T: I still have no idea why this movie is called the Tall T. The protagonist is like 6'2". Big whup. BUT this film cemented my love for Richard Boone - he's the voice of Smaug in the animated Hobbit and Russian from Crooked Sky, and he makes for a pretty awesome villain here. LOVE.
Breaking Dawn (part 2): I had a lot of fun watching this with Matthew. We laughed, we poked fun, we cried (tears of LAUGHTER!), and we totally bought into the fight scene, which, let's face it, was the best part. I may not be a Twihard, but I thoroughly enjoyed the series and thought this was a satisfying conclusion (in contrast to the Hunger Games book 3, which went quickly from ugh to UGHHGHGHGHGHGHGH). I'm kind of excited to see The Host when it comes out on Redbox.
Ride the High Country: I can't get over how much I love this film. And Joel McCrea. So far (and there's only one week left) it's been my favorite film from western class. Did I mention Joel McCrea is old and amazing and the same guy from my next favorite film from that class, Stars in My Crown?
Hud: I also really liked this one, which we decided was a western kinda sorta even though they drive cars since they wear hats and shoot cows and get drunk. But the real reason why it's great? Paul Newman, ladies and gentlemen.
Hotel Transylvania: Ooooooooookay. That was pretty much my reaction to this film, which does have a sweet lesson and a lot of cute, quirky humor in it but also a lot of, um, juvenile tedious silliness and an ending which is totally OH COME ON crazy.
Pride and Prejudice: The BYU version. We were talking about Jane Austen adaptations in one of my classes and it just HAPPENED.
The Professionals: I liked this movie. I liked how people we expected to be one way turned out to be another, and how things we expected to happen totally didn't.
Will Penny: This one also threw me for a loop a few times, with things not happening the way they were supposed to (or how I expected them to), but the difference is I was NOT happy with it. I have to admit that Charlton Heston makes a pretty decent cowboy, though.
Skyfall: Another great Daniel Craig as James Bond film! I didn't love it as much as Casino Royale, but still liked it quite a lot.
Little Women: After realizing I had actually never seen the 1994 version, I decided to watch it so I could hate on it and criticize it in my adaptation class. To my great astonishment, I actually kinda loved it. This makes the THIRD film adaptation of Little Women, which I am absolutely devoted to as a novel (I'm planning on writing a post someday on how my sisters and I actually ARE Little Women), that I have thoroughly enjoyed. Favorite things about this one that stand out include Laurie having a mustache when he grows up, Professor Bhaer as the oh so cute Gabriel Byrne (aka the evil Earl from the Vikings... which just makes everything even better), and THE KISS. Ah, they had me at the kiss.
Life of Pi: I found this story beautiful, touching, and inspiring. Not to mention extremely compelling and exciting for being a film with only two characters for the majority of time.
Theater:
The Servant of Two Masters: Matt and I saw this at BYU. I liked it. The plot's a little stupid but the acting was hilarious - tons of physical comedy, modern references, and outlandish accents. And we had great seats, too. The only part which rubbed me the wrong way was when one of the cast members got right in my face and scowled at me for failing to realize that he wanted me to start clapping during a rhythmic dance section. Intimidation and bullying really isn't the best way to go when you are trying to encourage someone to root for you and like you. Even Matt said he was slightly ticked off and wanted to shove the guy back onstage. Other than that, the cast was great.
Books:
Beloved: A very emotional, deep, difficult book about dealing with one's past, set (where else?) in the South. It was draining to read but also inspiring.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A wild, wacky mess. My reaction varied from amusement to dismay to apathy to exhaustion. I found the author unlikable, the events depressing, and the message absurd at best, and despairing at worst. There's no denying it's an interesting and eye-opening read, though, and if nothing else it confirmed my decision to stay away from drugs.
Matched: I read this in a few days on a whim, after seeing it advertised in a filmed commercial (with actors and everything!) on Hulu. I didn't expect it to be very good, but it was better than I expected. Sort of reminded me of The Giver + The Hunger Games (minus the actual, um, Hunger Games part) + cheesy teenage romance stuff.
Little House on the Prairie: A refreshingly cheerful, sweet, optimistic book (despite being filled with accounts of danger from sickness, wolves, Indians, fire, floods, poisoned wells, etc). I love this series so much. Prepare to hear it read for years of your bedtime stories, future children!
Sunday, March 3, 2013
February 2013 Media Inventory
Not a ton of stuff to report for February. I missed one week of western films due to food poisoning, and Matthew and I watched season 1 and 2 of The Walking Dead, which was awesome, but I already figured I would write about TV at the end of the year rather than month by month. However, do know for now that Fridays are my official "girlfriend catch-up time" with Sarah, The Bachelor, and Project Runway. It's practically a ritual now and I look forward to it more than I care to admit.
Movies:
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: When I found out Matthew hadn't seen this and we were in need of something appropriate for Valentine's Day, it was a no-brainer. Smart, creative, fun foreign movie with an oh so delightful tricky twist that still freaks me out every time.
Jesse and Celeste Forever: Stupidest film I've seen in a while. I have never regretted getting a free film from Redbox more than this one. Ugh ugh stupid ugh can't even talk about it anymore.
The Far Country: Bit of a weird western. It somehow managed to cram in all the usual elements while still feeling unfamiliar and eccentric. I was a bit surprised at Jimmy Stewart's nonchalance and emotional detachment from things (up until the climax, that is, because duh), but still felt he and everyone else in the cast did a pretty good job (with the possible exception of that one extremely annoying and always right about everything woman) making a very typical, generic story feel somewhat newer and realer. Also I feel like I know more about Alaska now, which is cool.
Man of the West: I hated the first 1/3 of this film - boring, bland, and bizarrely un-western. Things got better in the second third, when conflict and character development were introduced, but everything sort of tapered off and crumbled before the actual climax arrived, making it feel like a tired, sad, weak version of a western (possibly on purpose?). I especially didn't like the casting of Gary Cooper in the main role - he just seemed way too old and straight-laced to have the mysterious, disturbed background that the character is meant to have.
Movies:
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: When I found out Matthew hadn't seen this and we were in need of something appropriate for Valentine's Day, it was a no-brainer. Smart, creative, fun foreign movie with an oh so delightful tricky twist that still freaks me out every time.
She
Wore a Yellow Ribbon: The loooooongest film I've seen ever, including LOTR, Gone with the Wind, and whatever else you say in the comments. This film would NOT end. There were so many back-to-square-one moments in this film and plots that kept circling around each other that I quickly felt entirely sympathetic with the characters who wanted to get out and head back East (I think at one point I even envied the dead characters). The end was touching, and there were several powerful, resonant moments, but I'm not sure the view was worth the all-day hike to get there.
Silver
Lode: I watched this right after She Wore a Yellow Ribbon, so I was all set to hate it (since, you know, the last thing you want to do after watching an insanely long film is to watch ANOTHER film), which makes the following statement all the more profound: This film was FANTASTIC. Not a single moment felt unnecessary or tangential - everything was direct and to the point, and the plot unfolded in an exciting and unexpected yet realistic way. The performances were excellent, the story was interesting, the characters were intriguing, and it all felt fresh and new, despite taking on for its premise the same High Noon story that has been done to death. This might be my favorite film from western class so far.
The
Diving Bell and the Butterfly: I've heard of this film for a while, and was glad and proud that I forced myself to go out and see it on a Saturday when I would normally be sleeping, eating, or lounging. It was really remarkable how much the film managed to show and convey of the character's struggle to have a meaningful life when it seemed like everything had been taken away. There is some gorgeous, creative, and extremely intimate cinematography, acting, and writing going on here (the father's phone call was especially heartbreaking for me). It also really made me want to watch El Mar Adentro, another film about assisted living for the paralyzed with a rather different take (at least, so I hear).
Jesse and Celeste Forever: Stupidest film I've seen in a while. I have never regretted getting a free film from Redbox more than this one. Ugh ugh stupid ugh can't even talk about it anymore.
The Far Country: Bit of a weird western. It somehow managed to cram in all the usual elements while still feeling unfamiliar and eccentric. I was a bit surprised at Jimmy Stewart's nonchalance and emotional detachment from things (up until the climax, that is, because duh), but still felt he and everyone else in the cast did a pretty good job (with the possible exception of that one extremely annoying and always right about everything woman) making a very typical, generic story feel somewhat newer and realer. Also I feel like I know more about Alaska now, which is cool.
Man of the West: I hated the first 1/3 of this film - boring, bland, and bizarrely un-western. Things got better in the second third, when conflict and character development were introduced, but everything sort of tapered off and crumbled before the actual climax arrived, making it feel like a tired, sad, weak version of a western (possibly on purpose?). I especially didn't like the casting of Gary Cooper in the main role - he just seemed way too old and straight-laced to have the mysterious, disturbed background that the character is meant to have.
Forty
Guns: Aside from its gorgeous opening sequence, I really didn't find this film all that memorable. It was pretty difficult to tell the trio of protagonist brothers apart from each other, let alone get emotionally invested in them, and I ended up rooting for the troublemakers just to keep things interesting and moving along. It also had a weirdly street gangster feel to it, as if all the gunfighters and cowboys were really city mobsters and detectives in a noir film. There was even a femme fatale. And it was even Barbara Stanwyck (of Double Indemnity!).
Johnny
Guitar: Bit of a wild card as far as your traditional westerns go, but I liked it. A lot of conflict, emotion, violence, and some really crazy characters. Never fear - Johnny does play the guitar, and he also shoot guns. It was sort of obvious what was going to happen in this film, but how it happened was sure interesting.
Theater:
Henry
V: A super shortened version of the play, with many liberties taken. I wouldn't have enjoyed it if I had gone expecting to see "Henry V," but I went in knowing it was for children, and it was about as good as I expected it to be. There were several unexpectedly poignant moments (Henry V praying in the battlefield stood out in particular; the song at the end) and I was surprised at how little the fact that Henry V was a woman bothered me once things really got going. And there was some cool choreography with sticks.
Books:
Don
Quixote (part 1): My mom read this to us once when I was about fourteen or fifteen. Back then I thought it had some funny moments but was overall too longwinded and tangential. My opinion remains about the same, although I appreciated the irony, craft, and subtext behind the writing much more this time around. I was still totally wiped out by the time Part 1 ended, though. Doubt I'll ever read Part 2.
Straight
Man: Darkly cynical and fairly hilarious commentary on modern academic life. I wouldn't really recommend it to people in general due to the coarseness and bitterness, but the overwrought, despairing academic graduate students and English majors might get a kick of reading about the lunacy and drudgery that awaits them. I felt the author went over the top in making a few of his points, but I wouldn't be surprised if that was actually also his point.
A
Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court: A humorous yet highly moralistic and soul-searching work by Mark Twain. I quite enjoyed it, though the second half definitely fell into a more serious and darker examination of human nature than I was expecting. It was good, but a little depressing. I also have to say I enjoyed the version I got from the Orem library because it included illustrations by Trina Schart Hyman. Love her!
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Adventures in Food Poisoning
Warning: This post is icky. Read it at your own risk.
I woke up a little nauseous on Wednesday morning, but didn't think much of it. I attributed it to watching too much of "The Walking Dead" (we blew through Seasons 1 and 2 in about five days. P.S. If you're looking for a diet plan, I highly recommend watching this show at night with someone. I was so completely fascinated that I couldn't stop watching, yet so grossed out that I never once thought about ice cream/late-night snacks - genius, right?). There were also plenty of other nausea-creating stresses on the horizon: I had to team-teach a lecture with another TA - Claire - that day, I had to prepare and teach two discussion sections on Friday, I had a ten-page paper due on Friday that I had barely started, so you know, the usual.
Anyway, I did what I usually do in such circumstances - told myself to get over it, got up, made a satisfying breakfast to get me all the way from 8:30 to 2:30 when I would get home and eat lunch before going back for my late-night film class, ate said breakfast, and speed-walked to my class. I felt a little bit queasy when I was climbing up the stairs, but Walking Dead, stress, papers, blah blah blah, and I kept going. I was feeling pretty good when I got to class and even better after I set up our PowerPoint and figured out the computer podium and lights. Then class started. The first fifteen minutes were fine, mostly because Claire was talking and I was sitting on the stool taking deep breaths behind her. As I got ready for my turn, I could feel my stomach twisting a little every time I moved, but things really got bad when I started to get an extremely uncomfortable, disoriented, lightheaded feeling in - where else? - my head. I fought it for about ten minutes, but this dizzy headache feeling kept growing until I realized that I was going to pass out. I was in denial at first - You're supposed to be TEACHING in a minute, for crying out loud! This CANNOT be happening! Man up, Ruth! - but with every passing minute it became more and more obvious that my body didn't give a hoot about my nerves or where I was or what I had to do. Claire was talking, and I had my notes already spread out on the podium, but I decided finally that I had to leave. Fortunately, there was yet another TA - Shaina - sitting in the audience whom I was friends with, and I decided to go to her, ask her to come outside in the hall with me, and tell her there that she would need to tell Claire I was sick and they would have to read my notes and show the slides without me.
Unfortunately, by the time I made the decision to go, my body was pretty much running on autopilot. As soon as I got up and started making my way up the aisle towards Shaina, things that I took for granted started shutting down at an unbelievably rapid pace. I had my eyes open, but I couldn't see. My legs were moving, but I couldn't find my balance. My hearing got really fuzzy, and at one point I lost it completely. I ended up groping for points of reference and eventually stumbled into a wall, where I stayed until my head cleared enough for me to see Shaina's face. I managed to get her to realize that I needed her to go out with me into the hall. When we got there, we sat down to talk, but my stomach and head were both churning so furiously that I could barely get out the words "So, I'm not feeling too good" before my body made a split-second decision and I had a distinct moment of clarity wherein I knew I was going to throw up. Three heaving explosions later and my nice breakfast of turkey, eggs, and orange juice was all over the floor.
I immediately felt better - the fuzzy hearing vanished, my head cleared, my balance was back and I had control over my body again. I even felt like waltzing back into the classroom as if nothing had happened and picking up the lecture. However, I had to wait in the hall for Shaina to come back with the janitor and with paper towels and tissues (somehow she got the cutest little red tissues with pictures of sheep on them - I was so reluctant to use them) to wipe my shoes, pants, and the floor. After a few minutes of making sure I was "done," I went back in, drank from my trusty water bottle (I had considered finding a water fountain, but we were in a very inconveniently located classroom), finished the lecture (Claire had already done about 1/5 of it for me), and then went home since I was still feeling lightheaded and drained.
When I got home, I was overcome by ravenous, incredible thirst. I drank all the water I had in the refrigerator and still couldn't get enough. It didn't seem as if I had drunk any water at all. My lips were extremely dry. I kept drinking. Not long after, heavy-duty diarrhea set in - we're talking four pairs of underwear ruined within a matter of hours. For the rest of the day I alternated between bed and toilet, eating nothing (the thought of food was revolting) and drinking only water. I felt incredibly tired and weak and still very drymouthed, though I was slightly wary of water in large amounts since I knew whatever I drank would evacuate itself out of my system about five-ten minutes after it went in. Any thoughts I had of going to my late-night film class completely vanished around this point (I would be lucky to sit through the credits, let alone a two-hour film). When Matthew got home, he brought me a minipack of Gatorade drinks. They didn't help much with the diarrhea but did help greatly with my lightheadedness and also with something Matthew called electrolytes but which I called tasty yummyness and feeling like a human again.
For the next few days, I survived on water and Gatorade, sometimes not even wanting either but forcing myself to drink to try to ward off dehydration, headaches, and weakness. On Thursday, after staying home from volleyball (good call) and from another class I TA for (probably a good call but I still feel sad about missing it), I felt well enough to eat a can of soup for dinner, my first substantial meal since Tuesday night. I paid for my folly later with a very perilous evening of stomach twistings and turnings, near throw-ups, disgusting burps, and sicky poop. Despite this sore tribulation that was Thursday night, I felt well enough on Friday to go to school (though I decreed it a casual Friday by skipping one class, not going to work, and doing the bare minimum in my discussion sections (to their great rejoicing)), but I didn't eat anything but water and Gatorade all day and let Matthew do the laundry while I stayed at home. I was astonished at how few of my students in my Friday discussion sections realized that I had even left or been slightly "off" during the Wednesday lecture, and one of the students even made my day by telling me that he thought I did the best job of all the TAs. AWWW. In fairness, the credit (if there be any) probably goes to Hogarth for being more interesting to talk to about than Swift or Moliere, but I was still ridiculously pleased/flattered/touched/intoxicated.
Around 7 pm on Friday evening I acquired a sudden ravenous craving for Chinese food, which Matthew was sweet and awesome enough to oblige. I ate about 1/3 of what he brought home - this was probably the happiest moment of my week, incidentally - and then had to force myself to stop - though my brain wanted to continue - before my stomach laid down a law irrevocably decreed in biology that if I kept eating I was going to regret it for the rest of my miserable, short, sad life. Consequently, the night was again perilous, but not quite as bad as Thursday. On Saturday morning, I was hoping that my appetite for Chinese food would resurface but my stomach vetoed this delicious temptation for the entire day, and eventually I had to satisfy myself with water, Gatorade, some applesauce, and, at the end of the day when I was likeliest to be hungry, a small bowl of ice cream and banana.
Things are feeling much better today - Sunday - both head and stomach-wise, and I expect I will be back to pretty much full capacity by Monday. Good thing, too, since my professor moved our ten-page paper to Monday (not because of my illness or the lack of preparation from our class, but because his father passed away and he had to leave town) and I was able to use the past two days (Wednesday and Thursday were both completely unproductive due to commitments with the bed/potty) to get a lot more work done. God works in mysterious ways.
And as for the cause of all this trouble? Stale, crunchy, three-week old French bread that Matthew brought home once upon a time to go with our perfectly fine-by-itself dinner of corn chowder (I took two bites on Tuesday night to determine whether or not it was worth keeping and concluded it wasn't). I always knew bread was out to get me.
I woke up a little nauseous on Wednesday morning, but didn't think much of it. I attributed it to watching too much of "The Walking Dead" (we blew through Seasons 1 and 2 in about five days. P.S. If you're looking for a diet plan, I highly recommend watching this show at night with someone. I was so completely fascinated that I couldn't stop watching, yet so grossed out that I never once thought about ice cream/late-night snacks - genius, right?). There were also plenty of other nausea-creating stresses on the horizon: I had to team-teach a lecture with another TA - Claire - that day, I had to prepare and teach two discussion sections on Friday, I had a ten-page paper due on Friday that I had barely started, so you know, the usual.
Anyway, I did what I usually do in such circumstances - told myself to get over it, got up, made a satisfying breakfast to get me all the way from 8:30 to 2:30 when I would get home and eat lunch before going back for my late-night film class, ate said breakfast, and speed-walked to my class. I felt a little bit queasy when I was climbing up the stairs, but Walking Dead, stress, papers, blah blah blah, and I kept going. I was feeling pretty good when I got to class and even better after I set up our PowerPoint and figured out the computer podium and lights. Then class started. The first fifteen minutes were fine, mostly because Claire was talking and I was sitting on the stool taking deep breaths behind her. As I got ready for my turn, I could feel my stomach twisting a little every time I moved, but things really got bad when I started to get an extremely uncomfortable, disoriented, lightheaded feeling in - where else? - my head. I fought it for about ten minutes, but this dizzy headache feeling kept growing until I realized that I was going to pass out. I was in denial at first - You're supposed to be TEACHING in a minute, for crying out loud! This CANNOT be happening! Man up, Ruth! - but with every passing minute it became more and more obvious that my body didn't give a hoot about my nerves or where I was or what I had to do. Claire was talking, and I had my notes already spread out on the podium, but I decided finally that I had to leave. Fortunately, there was yet another TA - Shaina - sitting in the audience whom I was friends with, and I decided to go to her, ask her to come outside in the hall with me, and tell her there that she would need to tell Claire I was sick and they would have to read my notes and show the slides without me.
Unfortunately, by the time I made the decision to go, my body was pretty much running on autopilot. As soon as I got up and started making my way up the aisle towards Shaina, things that I took for granted started shutting down at an unbelievably rapid pace. I had my eyes open, but I couldn't see. My legs were moving, but I couldn't find my balance. My hearing got really fuzzy, and at one point I lost it completely. I ended up groping for points of reference and eventually stumbled into a wall, where I stayed until my head cleared enough for me to see Shaina's face. I managed to get her to realize that I needed her to go out with me into the hall. When we got there, we sat down to talk, but my stomach and head were both churning so furiously that I could barely get out the words "So, I'm not feeling too good" before my body made a split-second decision and I had a distinct moment of clarity wherein I knew I was going to throw up. Three heaving explosions later and my nice breakfast of turkey, eggs, and orange juice was all over the floor.
I immediately felt better - the fuzzy hearing vanished, my head cleared, my balance was back and I had control over my body again. I even felt like waltzing back into the classroom as if nothing had happened and picking up the lecture. However, I had to wait in the hall for Shaina to come back with the janitor and with paper towels and tissues (somehow she got the cutest little red tissues with pictures of sheep on them - I was so reluctant to use them) to wipe my shoes, pants, and the floor. After a few minutes of making sure I was "done," I went back in, drank from my trusty water bottle (I had considered finding a water fountain, but we were in a very inconveniently located classroom), finished the lecture (Claire had already done about 1/5 of it for me), and then went home since I was still feeling lightheaded and drained.
When I got home, I was overcome by ravenous, incredible thirst. I drank all the water I had in the refrigerator and still couldn't get enough. It didn't seem as if I had drunk any water at all. My lips were extremely dry. I kept drinking. Not long after, heavy-duty diarrhea set in - we're talking four pairs of underwear ruined within a matter of hours. For the rest of the day I alternated between bed and toilet, eating nothing (the thought of food was revolting) and drinking only water. I felt incredibly tired and weak and still very drymouthed, though I was slightly wary of water in large amounts since I knew whatever I drank would evacuate itself out of my system about five-ten minutes after it went in. Any thoughts I had of going to my late-night film class completely vanished around this point (I would be lucky to sit through the credits, let alone a two-hour film). When Matthew got home, he brought me a minipack of Gatorade drinks. They didn't help much with the diarrhea but did help greatly with my lightheadedness and also with something Matthew called electrolytes but which I called tasty yummyness and feeling like a human again.
For the next few days, I survived on water and Gatorade, sometimes not even wanting either but forcing myself to drink to try to ward off dehydration, headaches, and weakness. On Thursday, after staying home from volleyball (good call) and from another class I TA for (probably a good call but I still feel sad about missing it), I felt well enough to eat a can of soup for dinner, my first substantial meal since Tuesday night. I paid for my folly later with a very perilous evening of stomach twistings and turnings, near throw-ups, disgusting burps, and sicky poop. Despite this sore tribulation that was Thursday night, I felt well enough on Friday to go to school (though I decreed it a casual Friday by skipping one class, not going to work, and doing the bare minimum in my discussion sections (to their great rejoicing)), but I didn't eat anything but water and Gatorade all day and let Matthew do the laundry while I stayed at home. I was astonished at how few of my students in my Friday discussion sections realized that I had even left or been slightly "off" during the Wednesday lecture, and one of the students even made my day by telling me that he thought I did the best job of all the TAs. AWWW. In fairness, the credit (if there be any) probably goes to Hogarth for being more interesting to talk to about than Swift or Moliere, but I was still ridiculously pleased/flattered/touched/intoxicated.
Around 7 pm on Friday evening I acquired a sudden ravenous craving for Chinese food, which Matthew was sweet and awesome enough to oblige. I ate about 1/3 of what he brought home - this was probably the happiest moment of my week, incidentally - and then had to force myself to stop - though my brain wanted to continue - before my stomach laid down a law irrevocably decreed in biology that if I kept eating I was going to regret it for the rest of my miserable, short, sad life. Consequently, the night was again perilous, but not quite as bad as Thursday. On Saturday morning, I was hoping that my appetite for Chinese food would resurface but my stomach vetoed this delicious temptation for the entire day, and eventually I had to satisfy myself with water, Gatorade, some applesauce, and, at the end of the day when I was likeliest to be hungry, a small bowl of ice cream and banana.
Things are feeling much better today - Sunday - both head and stomach-wise, and I expect I will be back to pretty much full capacity by Monday. Good thing, too, since my professor moved our ten-page paper to Monday (not because of my illness or the lack of preparation from our class, but because his father passed away and he had to leave town) and I was able to use the past two days (Wednesday and Thursday were both completely unproductive due to commitments with the bed/potty) to get a lot more work done. God works in mysterious ways.
And as for the cause of all this trouble? Stale, crunchy, three-week old French bread that Matthew brought home once upon a time to go with our perfectly fine-by-itself dinner of corn chowder (I took two bites on Tuesday night to determine whether or not it was worth keeping and concluded it wasn't). I always knew bread was out to get me.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
January 2013 Media Inventory
So here's what I watched and read in January!
Movies:
The Dark Knight Rises: I don't remember much, to be honest. I think I liked it. Anne Hathaway was surprisingly decent as Catwoman, though I really wasn't impressed with my normally wonderful Tom Hardy playing Bane. After the Joker, I guess any villain seems a little... eh. But really I just like snuggling with Matthew and making superhero jokes.
Hidalgo: Oldie and a goodie. Lots of horsies!
Looper: Intriguing idea, pretty compelling story, awesome cast, but the surprise twist ending seemed a little bit too simple for me. Left me wishing there had been something more.
Inception: More Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Tom Hardy doing what I like to watch them do.
Edward Scissorhands: This was Matthew's first time seeing this, after I insisted. Now he can truly call himself a fan of Johnny Depp.
The Mark of Zorro: The SECOND time I've seen this Douglas Fairbanks silent classic. It's actually pretty hilarious. The stunts are superfreakinfantastic.
Mantrap: Interesting enough silent film. Probably too long. I got pretty irritated with the main flirty lady who cheated on every man she fell in love with. In the words of Grandpa Joe, what she needs is a good kick in the pants.
Snow White and the Huntsman: It took us SO long to see this, and sadly it wasn't really worth the wait. I like Snow White from Once Upon a Time better, and I make fun of her ALL THE TIME, so that should give you a pretty good idea of my feelings about Kristen Stewart playing the purest, divinest, most beautiful, innocent fairytale character ever. By the way, the biggest thing I knew about it from the media was that K. S. had slept with the director, so every time the characters talked about how good and pure her character was, it took great effort not to make the phhhhhhhhhhhhhhht sound and roll my eyes.
Bernie: Fantastic film with a lovely dark twist of humor and delightfully exaggerated presentation of Texan hospitality/reality. I loved all the characters, even the simpering and babyish Jack Black, and got quite a few of the songs stuck in my head.
Drums Along the Mohawk: I felt like I was watching the entire Little House on the Prairie saga if it were set in colonial times. Not that that is necessarily a bad thing. It was long and tedious at some points, but generally interesting and enjoyable, especially the feministy parts. Henry Fonda in a ponytail and evil British guys with eyepatches are also not to be dismissed so easily.
The Ox-Bow Incident: Torturous buildup to a climactic and powerful ending. This film still bothers me.
Pitch Perfect: Fun film. fun music, fun characters, fun, fun, fun (I feel like I've made my point).
My Darling Clementine: I should probably mention at this point that I'm taking a western film class, so that's why half the films on here will be westerns. There will probably also be a lot of Henry Fonda. I had seen this film before, and it's pretty good, though the stupidity of certain brothers does amaze me. The best part was probably humming "My Darling Clementine" in the HFAC bathroom when everyone else was inevitably humming songs from "Phantom of the Opera."
Harvey Girls: What a silly little excuse for a western this was! Yet, try as I might to dislike it, it was too fun and colorful and weirdly sweet and cheesy to really hate. I was even entranced and charmed once or twice by the whimsical musical numbers and Judy Garland's pistol-waving skills.
Liberal Arts: Probably not as great of a film as I thought it was, but I can't help myself. The title was LIBERAL ARTS, for crying out loud. Of course I loved it. Ah, academics. You are so funny.
Stars in My Crown: My favorite movie from our western film class so far. I don't think I've cared about the characters and story of a film so deeply and emotionally since To Kill a Mockingbird. Also has a song that will stick in your head for forever, so be warned.
The Gunfighter: This one is just waiting to be turned into a liberal commercial for gun control. I was really angry and annoyed at how it began and how it ended. And yeah, at the middle too. It felt good when the marshal (who was pretty much the only likable character) finally delivered a well-deserved punch to a certain individual, yet it wasn't enough to assuage my anger and frustration.
Othello: Great cast, great play, great film. I'm seeing this play live the next time I get a chance.
Theater:
Phantom of the Opera: Ah, the theah-tuh! I had a lot of fun watching this with Matthew. Great songs, orchestra, dancing, set design (loved how the chandelier actually swung out over the audience!), acting (Raoul particularly wowed me, though that isn't extremely difficult to do since I have come to expect mediocrity from his character), makeup (they went with the pink fleshy Two-Face skeleton look for the Phantom's scars, and it worked pretty well, at least for us in the third row), dancing (actually, the dancing was a little meh because I'm a former ballerina and can spot the sloppy bits), and a fantastic spectacle (especially loved the tall guy on stilts during the Masquerade number and how they made great use of wires for the Phantom to fly around and mystify everybody with his sudden appearances and disappearances). My biggest complaint was probably that Christine wasn't as loud or powerful a singer as I wanted, but you can't have it all. Anyway, she hit the right notes and looked and acted the part well.
Books:
Unwind: Stands up to a second read-through. I had forgotten just how much I liked this one! Lev is sort of annoying, though.
UnWholly: Did its job in totally psyching me up for the third one. Lev is still a little bit irritating, but all the other characters are developing really nicely.
Othello: Great play - I read it while watching the Kenneth Branagh film version (which I just now remembered watching and posted up there with the films), and it's a pretty fascinating one to puzzle over. I'm definitely Team Iago for the evilest Shakespeare villain competition.
And Then There Were None: Delightful, short, but intense Agatha Christie mystery that has some surprisingly western elements in it (of course, killing Indians is a dead giveaway). The ending is so devious and twisted - I quite enjoyed it.
The Slave Community: I didn't quite finish this one, but read over 3/4, so I'm counting it anyway. The author argued that slaves exercised a great more agency and control over their personalities, communities, cultures, families, and lifestyles than most people have assumed from the Sambo stereotype, and for the most part, I agreed. I'm auditing a class on Southern history this semester and this was one of the books. I tell myself that someday I'm really going to study all this stuff for real, but in the meantime, I learn what I can.
Movies:
The Dark Knight Rises: I don't remember much, to be honest. I think I liked it. Anne Hathaway was surprisingly decent as Catwoman, though I really wasn't impressed with my normally wonderful Tom Hardy playing Bane. After the Joker, I guess any villain seems a little... eh. But really I just like snuggling with Matthew and making superhero jokes.
Hidalgo: Oldie and a goodie. Lots of horsies!
Looper: Intriguing idea, pretty compelling story, awesome cast, but the surprise twist ending seemed a little bit too simple for me. Left me wishing there had been something more.
Inception: More Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Tom Hardy doing what I like to watch them do.
Edward Scissorhands: This was Matthew's first time seeing this, after I insisted. Now he can truly call himself a fan of Johnny Depp.
The Mark of Zorro: The SECOND time I've seen this Douglas Fairbanks silent classic. It's actually pretty hilarious. The stunts are superfreakinfantastic.
Mantrap: Interesting enough silent film. Probably too long. I got pretty irritated with the main flirty lady who cheated on every man she fell in love with. In the words of Grandpa Joe, what she needs is a good kick in the pants.
Snow White and the Huntsman: It took us SO long to see this, and sadly it wasn't really worth the wait. I like Snow White from Once Upon a Time better, and I make fun of her ALL THE TIME, so that should give you a pretty good idea of my feelings about Kristen Stewart playing the purest, divinest, most beautiful, innocent fairytale character ever. By the way, the biggest thing I knew about it from the media was that K. S. had slept with the director, so every time the characters talked about how good and pure her character was, it took great effort not to make the phhhhhhhhhhhhhhht sound and roll my eyes.
Bernie: Fantastic film with a lovely dark twist of humor and delightfully exaggerated presentation of Texan hospitality/reality. I loved all the characters, even the simpering and babyish Jack Black, and got quite a few of the songs stuck in my head.
Drums Along the Mohawk: I felt like I was watching the entire Little House on the Prairie saga if it were set in colonial times. Not that that is necessarily a bad thing. It was long and tedious at some points, but generally interesting and enjoyable, especially the feministy parts. Henry Fonda in a ponytail and evil British guys with eyepatches are also not to be dismissed so easily.
The Ox-Bow Incident: Torturous buildup to a climactic and powerful ending. This film still bothers me.
Pitch Perfect: Fun film. fun music, fun characters, fun, fun, fun (I feel like I've made my point).
My Darling Clementine: I should probably mention at this point that I'm taking a western film class, so that's why half the films on here will be westerns. There will probably also be a lot of Henry Fonda. I had seen this film before, and it's pretty good, though the stupidity of certain brothers does amaze me. The best part was probably humming "My Darling Clementine" in the HFAC bathroom when everyone else was inevitably humming songs from "Phantom of the Opera."
Harvey Girls: What a silly little excuse for a western this was! Yet, try as I might to dislike it, it was too fun and colorful and weirdly sweet and cheesy to really hate. I was even entranced and charmed once or twice by the whimsical musical numbers and Judy Garland's pistol-waving skills.
Liberal Arts: Probably not as great of a film as I thought it was, but I can't help myself. The title was LIBERAL ARTS, for crying out loud. Of course I loved it. Ah, academics. You are so funny.
Stars in My Crown: My favorite movie from our western film class so far. I don't think I've cared about the characters and story of a film so deeply and emotionally since To Kill a Mockingbird. Also has a song that will stick in your head for forever, so be warned.
The Gunfighter: This one is just waiting to be turned into a liberal commercial for gun control. I was really angry and annoyed at how it began and how it ended. And yeah, at the middle too. It felt good when the marshal (who was pretty much the only likable character) finally delivered a well-deserved punch to a certain individual, yet it wasn't enough to assuage my anger and frustration.
Othello: Great cast, great play, great film. I'm seeing this play live the next time I get a chance.
Theater:
Phantom of the Opera: Ah, the theah-tuh! I had a lot of fun watching this with Matthew. Great songs, orchestra, dancing, set design (loved how the chandelier actually swung out over the audience!), acting (Raoul particularly wowed me, though that isn't extremely difficult to do since I have come to expect mediocrity from his character), makeup (they went with the pink fleshy Two-Face skeleton look for the Phantom's scars, and it worked pretty well, at least for us in the third row), dancing (actually, the dancing was a little meh because I'm a former ballerina and can spot the sloppy bits), and a fantastic spectacle (especially loved the tall guy on stilts during the Masquerade number and how they made great use of wires for the Phantom to fly around and mystify everybody with his sudden appearances and disappearances). My biggest complaint was probably that Christine wasn't as loud or powerful a singer as I wanted, but you can't have it all. Anyway, she hit the right notes and looked and acted the part well.
Books:
Unwind: Stands up to a second read-through. I had forgotten just how much I liked this one! Lev is sort of annoying, though.
UnWholly: Did its job in totally psyching me up for the third one. Lev is still a little bit irritating, but all the other characters are developing really nicely.
Othello: Great play - I read it while watching the Kenneth Branagh film version (which I just now remembered watching and posted up there with the films), and it's a pretty fascinating one to puzzle over. I'm definitely Team Iago for the evilest Shakespeare villain competition.
And Then There Were None: Delightful, short, but intense Agatha Christie mystery that has some surprisingly western elements in it (of course, killing Indians is a dead giveaway). The ending is so devious and twisted - I quite enjoyed it.
The Slave Community: I didn't quite finish this one, but read over 3/4, so I'm counting it anyway. The author argued that slaves exercised a great more agency and control over their personalities, communities, cultures, families, and lifestyles than most people have assumed from the Sambo stereotype, and for the most part, I agreed. I'm auditing a class on Southern history this semester and this was one of the books. I tell myself that someday I'm really going to study all this stuff for real, but in the meantime, I learn what I can.
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