tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9486994488021741812024-02-06T23:55:46.249-08:00News From the Liminal StateWords from betwixt and between.LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-4058111049540880352012-06-12T17:59:00.003-07:002012-06-12T18:00:34.514-07:00Meh....So here's the deal "readers" (i.e. Kristen). My bad. Sorry I haven't blogged in forever. I know...I am super unreliable when it comes to doing personal blogging stuff. Here's my list of excuses. Many are real. Many are fake. Guess the right ones and you win a cake.<br />
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1. my life is pretty boring, and nobody wants to hear about it<br />
2. my life is actually not at all boring, and I'm so busy living a cool life that I forget to tell people about it<br />
3. I've been super busy<br />
4. I have a real like "hey I'm a professional artist" website now...so sometimes blogging seems moot<br />
5. I've stopped listening to audiobooks because they were lulling me to sleep in transit during my super cool life...so I didn't have anymore audiobook adventures<br />
6. When blogging...sometimes I found a million friends (obviously not entirely true) that had blogs and I felt like a bum if I didn't read everyone else's too<br />
7. My Jedi training has been super intense<br />
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Okay, done with excuses now for clarifications.<br />
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1/2. Now...the first two, could actually both be true, depending on who you're talking to. And like...you could be talking to me...just on different days...or moments. Seriously. My life is weird.<br />
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3. I HAVE been super busy. Not a lie.<br />
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4. <a href="http://www.LaurenEThorne.com/">"hey I'm a professional artist" website</a> <-- Check it out, yo!<br />
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5. Audiobooks. True. I was listening to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sense-Sensibility-Monsters-Jane-Austen/dp/1594744424">Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters</a> and nearly snoozed right off of the road..<br />
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6. Other people's blogs. True. I feel like if I'm acting like other people should care about my life then I should show that I care about other peoples' lives too. And I DO care. But sometimes I don't seem to have the time to show it by reading blog posts. If Emily Post knew about blogging etiquette...she'd probably tell me that I'm an unfortunate miscreant with no prospects for marriage.<br />
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7. Lastly, false. I finished my Jedi training like...years ago.<br />
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Anyway, I'm trying my hand at this again. Why? I'll tell you why. <a href="http://herecomestreble14.blogspot.com/">Alaina's Blog</a>. The end.<br />
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So...yes, I guess I have like 7 months to catch you multitude of readers up on...but I'm going to wrap this up. I'm either going to go read my book or watch <i>Thor</i>. Yes, I've been told is pretty awful. No, I don't care. I like to decide these things for myself. And I want to go watch something else because my brother is enforcing the "Tuesday is Deadliest Catch Day Rule." I don't mind watching the show. I actually like it. But I'm not in the mood for it right now. So I'm going to do the "mature" thing and pick up my ball and go home. Haha.<br />
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But it's also almost 9pm. And tomorrow morning is my third day teaching theatre to 7-11 year old kids. It's awesome. I love it. Yet it does take energy. I may just read my book and turn in early.<br />
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Oh the endless possibilities.<br />
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Night all, stay classy.LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-24104651419599734912011-12-13T16:23:00.000-08:002011-12-13T16:23:05.250-08:00Feisty Fortitude<div style="background-color: black; width: 520px;"><div style="padding: 4px;"><embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." flashvars="" height="288" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:video:thedailyshow.com:402213" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512"></embed><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 4px; padding: 4px; text-align: left;"><b><a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/mon-november-14-2011/exclusive---leymah-gbowee-extended-interview-pt--1">The Daily Show with Jon Stewart</a></b><br />
Get More: <a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/">Daily Show Full Episodes</a>,<a href="http://www.indecisionforever.com/">Political Humor & Satire Blog</a>,<a href="http://www.facebook.com/thedailyshow">The Daily Show on Facebook</a></div></div></div><br />
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Get More: <a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/">Daily Show Full Episodes</a>,<a href="http://www.indecisionforever.com/">Political Humor & Satire Blog</a>,<a href="http://www.facebook.com/thedailyshow">The Daily Show on Facebook</a></div></div></div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-16792370726157490632011-10-24T07:51:00.000-07:002011-10-24T07:51:14.722-07:00Pieces Video Log 1: Meet the Cast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/zDPyotxLWUQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-14635390457683074472011-10-03T11:08:00.000-07:002011-10-03T11:08:21.849-07:00Hope For Tomorrow: Korea's Got Talent<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">Follow your dreams.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">That's why they have been given to you.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Let no one tell you</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">that your quest is selfish.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Don't bring others down...</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">...but don't hesitate to lift yourself up.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">To raise your head and look toward the sky.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">You are not stuck in your past.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">You are free in your present.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Move on to your future.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bring your lessons from the past.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bring your dreams from the now.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: large;">You can do this.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: large;">Whatever it is.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: large;">That's why you are here.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stay Classy,</div><div style="text-align: left;">LT</div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-30195245380247705412011-09-28T21:38:00.000-07:002011-09-28T21:38:18.093-07:00LTVlog_07: Waiting for my Owl to Come<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/k-S1tg76K1U?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-37527369429759597572011-09-20T11:21:00.000-07:002011-09-20T11:25:56.666-07:00Love Conquers Hate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.hrc.org/sites/loveconquershate/images/love_conquers_hate.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="115" src="http://www.hrc.org/sites/loveconquershate/images/love_conquers_hate.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This day, September 20, 2011, marks a great victory for LOVE in the war against hate. We've come a very long way and this is fantastic news for all of us. ALL OF US. We mustn't let this blind us to the fact that we've still got a long way to go. From moment to moment, we each get a new chance to fight for what is good. For what is right. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">May we always remember to love first.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"> Love God. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Love Each Other.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Love Ourselves.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Love Equality.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Love.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stay classy*,</div><div style="text-align: left;">LT</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">*And don't rest on your laurels because the United States of America just got classier.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-59506187325736104702011-09-07T20:53:00.000-07:002011-09-07T20:53:29.486-07:00The Critical Corner: Why God Why?: I can't even think of a title....<div style="text-align: left;">Welcome back to the long-neglected "WHY, GOD, WHY?" segment of NftLS. There are so many things to say about what's going on here...but I'm not saying them right now for a few reasons.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">1. I'm tired.</div><div style="text-align: left;">2. I don't have time.</div><div style="text-align: left;">3. Normal people...wait...goofy people like me too...PEOPLE KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS. Words from me right now aren't really necessary.</div><div style="text-align: left;">4. I have words to say though, shocker, and maybe I'll say them later when I'm less tired and have more time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Prepare yourself.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stay classy*,</div><div style="text-align: left;">LT</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">*Steps toward classiness:</div><div style="text-align: left;">1. Don't dress your 3-year-old daughter like a hooker...and then defend your stupidity.</div><div style="text-align: left;">2. Repeat.</div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-51752703427846096982011-09-04T20:45:00.000-07:002011-09-04T20:45:01.424-07:00LTVlog_06: One of those days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/94LumGYibkQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-30691331005756109772011-08-17T21:53:00.000-07:002011-08-17T21:53:13.814-07:00LTVlog_05: My Fake Contact Sheet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/AIV2SdRBL-s?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-54507192251400706282011-08-17T21:35:00.000-07:002011-08-17T21:35:42.644-07:00LTVlog_04: Standup, and Red Bull, and Matt...OH MY!Sorry guys. Just realized as I was finishing up the most recent LTVlog that I forgot to put up the last one. I seriously doubt and hope that your lives were not ruined by this oversight of mine.<br />
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Without further ado...here it is.<br />
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LTLThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-2096877037029263182011-08-15T17:56:00.000-07:002011-08-15T17:56:36.712-07:00Sunny Day Sweepin' the Clouds Away (Intentionally Ironic Title)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQtMJgx92x68ot6LVaWrVGyLGupmsgL9wqMH8RXpLvMEVlARSg0_fBjhBNewJVRMFdXPA_DJef-SlZqqGXzTsYdjgPe3dCP4KbyJaVchyphenhyphenPmxtlMGf3NcgdHklD42M0g2OXpoGuS3RoXkq/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-15+at+8.47.20+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQtMJgx92x68ot6LVaWrVGyLGupmsgL9wqMH8RXpLvMEVlARSg0_fBjhBNewJVRMFdXPA_DJef-SlZqqGXzTsYdjgPe3dCP4KbyJaVchyphenhyphenPmxtlMGf3NcgdHklD42M0g2OXpoGuS3RoXkq/s400/Screen+shot+2011-08-15+at+8.47.20+PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />
LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-30898255002155233882011-08-02T18:32:00.000-07:002011-08-02T18:32:36.473-07:00Kiwanis Club CommercialI just now realized that I never put up the new commercial that I'm in on my blog. I put it on Facebook and Twitter...but sometimes I'm a goof and I forget that I have this blog too. I'm working on that. HaHa.<br />
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Without further ado. Do more...with Kiwanis.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">HaHa, okay. Well, in going to youtube to get this video, I found that someone really doesn't like the commercial. They're entitled to their opinion, of course. No doubt about that. But it should be noted that I officially gave their negative opinion a "thumbs down" on youtube. Take that you Debbie Downer!</div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-75805619000728810202011-07-20T19:08:00.000-07:002011-07-20T19:08:55.464-07:00LTVlog_03: #Hashtags and Childstars<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/21w2zshmQ7E?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-52547921372005082172011-07-19T17:48:00.000-07:002011-07-19T17:48:19.361-07:00LTVlog_02: Today, I made a Bandaid<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/TR1JCrB3sCQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-30796713372388669462011-03-23T17:56:00.000-07:002011-03-23T18:00:01.167-07:00myTunes: Soldier by Hanson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ab/Hanson-3_Car_Garage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ab/Hanson-3_Car_Garage.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>First, I would like to make an announcement: If you're already laughing at me...you can just click your little back button and back off. Hanson is awesome. They always have been. And until they get abducted by aliens and are altered in such a way that they are no longer themselves in any way, shape, or form...they will always continue to be awesome.<br />
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If you weren't already aware of their amazingness...you'll get no judgement from me. I am not here to judge you but to educate you. Ignorance isn't always the fault of the individual. (But if you have read this far already, you no longer have any excuse for any further naivete on your part, at least when it comes to the subject of Hanson and their awesomeness.)<br />
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I will even grant you this...you may have heard Hanson before (who hasn't? Except for those people that have been living under rocks that are being exploited by the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCFMDLakxaY">new Geiko commercial</a>) and thought that you didn't like them. A poor life choice? I'm gonna go with "probably yes." But we all make those every once in a while. I, myself, had salt and vinegar potato chips and Sour Patch Kids for breakfast. Yes...I do have a fault or two...but I try to keep them under wraps for the most part so as not to alarm the lot of you. (It should be noted that I was too weak to cook anything and those two regrettable items were out on the coffee table. So at least I have an excuse for eating them...buying them? No.)<br />
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Anyway, here's your chance to understand the truth: Hanson is great. I would go into all of the reasons...but I honestly haven't the time to do so right now. So if you're going to sit around and be a pouting doubting Thomas, then you can just go listen to the JoBros and live in the darkness of musical unawareness.<br />
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So here's the deal, when I was home at my parents' house for part of Spring Break, I grabbed some of my old CDs to put them back into my iTunes library (after having lost my music). When doing a Google Image search for the album art for <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Car-Garage-Indie-Recordings-95-96/dp/B000006NXH/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1300927165&sr=8-5" style="font-style: italic;">3 Car Garage</a>, the album cover did not show up until the sixth page of results. This is a sad day. It's kind of a rare record, I know. But still. It was the first CD I ever bought myself (my first CD ever was <i>Abbey Road</i>). It's a great CD. The world needs to know about it.<br />
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<i>Soldier</i> has always been one of my favorite songs from <i>3 Car Garage </i>and from all of Hanson's songs in general. The brothers wrote and composed the song (as they did with all of the songs on <i>3 Car Garage</i>) and it is just sublime. <i>3 Car Garage</i> was made from 1995-1996, starting two years before their first major label album release, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Middle-Nowhere-Hanson/dp/B000001ES7/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&qid=1300927587&sr=8-10" style="font-style: italic;">Middle of Nowhere</a>. The video that I have for you is not the original recording of the song but a revisitation of the song from a recording of their <i>Albertane Tour</i>, so it's naturally in a different key because they had aged.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">There you have it. Awesome. Now, back to being productive (and not eating chips and candy).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stay Classy,</div><div style="text-align: left;">LT</div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-284932309857765662011-03-16T09:38:00.000-07:002011-03-16T09:38:49.029-07:00Flicks I've Picked: Simon Birch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.listal.com/image/74412/600full-simon-birch-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://img.listal.com/image/74412/600full-simon-birch-poster.jpg" width="228" /></a></div>Last night I had the unbelievable privilege of watching an absolute gem of a movie: Mark Steven Johnson's <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0124879/">Simon Birch</a></i>. Honestly, I do not know how I have not seen this movie until now. It is unbelievable. It's going on my Amazon.com wishlist right now. Be right back. Alright I'm back. It's officially on the list. Now, back to business.<br />
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<i>Simon Birch</i> is the inspiring and miraculous story of a small boy named...you guessed it...Simon Birch. (I haven't read anything about this...but my keen skills of deduction are leading me to believe that the boy's name was most likely the inspiration for the name of the movie. I know...my skills are just...daunting for you all, right?)<br />
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Anyway, Simon, though smaller than the 3rd grade turtledove from the Christmas pageant, is actually not a boy at all, but an inquisitive and eloquent twelve-year-old. Now...I haven't seen <i>The Curious Case of Benjamin Button</i>, but I'm "pretty sure" that the story isn't...how should I say this...<b>possible</b>.<br />
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I'm not knocking <i>Benjamin Button</i>, in fact, I'm going to go put in a request for it on the library website right now. Be right back. Okay, no that didn't work...but I will watch it someday. Here's the point that I'm trying to make, despite the fact that I cannot back it up with fact or experience.<br />
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<blockquote>Where <i>Benjamin Button</i> is <b>fantastical</b>, <i>Simon Birch </i>is <b>fantastic</b>.</blockquote><br />
Both Simon Birch (the fictional character) and Ian Michael Smith (the actor playing said fictional character) have Morquio Syndrome. According to Wikipedia, the following are all symptoms of this condition:<br />
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<ul style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; list-style-image: url(data:image/png; list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Abnormal heart development</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Abnormal skeletal development</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Hyper mobile joints</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Large fingers</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Knock-knees</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Widely spaced teeth</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Bell shaped chest (ribs flared)</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Compression of spinal cord</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Enlarged heart</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Dwarfism</li>
</ul><div style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;">Patients with Morquio's syndrome appear healthy at birth. They often present with spinal deformity, there is growth retardation or genu valgus in the second or third year of life.</div><ul style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; list-style-image: url(data:image/png; list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Short stature (flat vertebrae cause a short trunk), short neck</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Moderate kyphosis or scoliosis</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Mild pectus carinatum (pigeon chest)</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Cervical spine: odontoid hypoplasia, atlanto-axial instability; may be associated with myelopathy with gradual loss of walking ability</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Joint laxity, mild dysostosis multiplex, dysplastic hips, large unstable knees, large elbows and wrists, and flat feet</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">The combined abnormalities usually result in a duck-waddling <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gait" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;">gait</a></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Mid-face hypoplasia and mandibular protrusion</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Thin teeth enamel</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Corneal clouding</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;">Mild hepatosplenomegaly</li>
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</div><div>Even with his condition, Simon Birch believes almost unwaveringly that God has a specific purpose for him in this life. The world's chiding does nothing but fuel Simon's belief that God will act through him specifically...that he is an instrument of the Lord. While many might think of him having a purpose or a mission <i>in spite</i> of his challenges, Simon's message to the world is that he has these challenges <i>for</i> this purpose and this mission. The film, based on John Irving's novel entitled <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Prayer-Owen-Meany-Modern-Library/dp/0679642595/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1300285909&sr=8-1">A Prayer for Owen Meany,</a> </i>follows both Simon's search for his divine purpose and his best friend Joe's (Joseph Mazello) search for his biologic father.</div><div><br />
</div><div>It's quite possibly impossible for me to tell you all whether I laughed more than I cried or if it was the other way around. I have absolutely nothing bad to say about this movie...nothing at all. <b>Would I recommend that you watch this movie? No. I would <u>demand</u> that you watch this movie.</b> It is 114 minutes of tears and laughter, doubt and faith, intolerance and acceptance, and hypocrisy and devotion. It is a brilliantly told story that needs to be heard by all.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Bottom line? Just watch it.</div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stay classy, everyone. I'll leave you with a few words from Simon: "Faith is not in a floor plan."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">LT</div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-53655302615282758332011-03-09T10:53:00.000-08:002011-03-09T10:53:53.364-08:00Genevieve - a Photo TimelineThis will be short as I am getting ready to perform <i>Troilus and Cressida</i> this afternoon. I'm so excited. Anyway, here's the deal, I always get these e-mails from the humane society, checking up on if I'm taking care of my dog (not in a bad way [I think it's great...if you're going to get a dog, you sure as you know where better take care of it] but by giving me coupons to take care of her for like...food, beds, flea stuff...etc..<br />
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It's funny because, before I adopted Genevieve, her name was not as awesome. Each e-mail refers to her using her name from the shelter. Today's e-mail was titled thusly:<br />
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"Keep Grape protected from Fleas, Ticks, and Heartworm"<br />
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Yes...her name was Grape. She and all of her siblings had seemingly fallen victim to being given names found in a fruit basket or the produce aisle. Things have changed, and I don't think she remembers those days too often anymore. (While I do joke about the name thing, I must say that the shelter is awesome and does wonderful work.)<br />
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Anyway, here's the point. In said e-mails, they always include a picture of "Grape" from her brief time as a shelter resident. I just had to share.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grape...as she was when I met her.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Dog formerly known as Grape (i.e. Genevieve).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think this was the day Genevieve came home with me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Genevieve with her pal Nelson.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Genevieve (I know...shocker) on the patio.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somebody was eyeing my dinner....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah...we're awesome.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Genevieve awkwardly sitting in front of the vacuum.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Genevieve, proudly being the focal point of<br />
the first photo taken on my iPhone.</td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Okay that's all for now. This was way more time consuming than I thought it would be...and I couldn't find some of the pictures I wanted. My mom has them, so I'll hopefully put them on sometime soon.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stay Classy (and come see <i>Troilus and Cressida</i> if you're at Butler! LH 328, 3:50 pm. TODAY!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">LT</div></div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-80185713546865805812011-02-26T10:29:00.000-08:002011-02-26T10:29:59.710-08:00myTunes: Vintage by Break of RealityThis post is mostly for Kristen...but it also applies to anyone with awesome taste in music. Love you, Sis.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nhCUEDrBFXw" title="YouTube video player" width="400"></iframe></div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-79179993019261355862011-02-20T19:24:00.000-08:002011-02-20T19:24:49.214-08:00Flicks I've Picked: The Last Exorcism<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/gallery/64282/The_Last_Exorcism_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.comingsoon.net/gallery/64282/The_Last_Exorcism_6.jpg" width="215" /></a></div>This is the second installment of <i>Flicks I've Picked</i>. As you have probably surmised already by reading the title, the flick that I picked this time was Daniel Stamm's <i><a href="http://www.thelastexorcism.com/index.html#/home">The Last Exorcism</a></i>. (Just so you know, that website is way scarier than the movie itself...but the website is rather scary, as far as websites go.)<br />
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The film is set up like a documentary, following the "final exorcism" of Reverend Cotton Marcus (played by Patrick Fabian), a scammer/preacher, who has been faking exorcisms for money. This documentary is meant to expose exorcism as the sham that Cotton believes it to be. When Cotton arrives at the Sweetzer farm to meet with the tragically possessed Nell Sweetzer (played by Ashley Bell) however, he is unexpectedly faced with something that he has never encountered: The possibility that this young woman may actually be possessed by Satan.<br />
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The resultant questions are these:<br />
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<ul><li>Is Nell possessed?</li>
<li>If so, what is a phony exorcist going to do about it?</li>
<li>If not...what exactly is going on?!</li>
</ul><div>I don't want to give anything away here, in case you're planning on watching the film (which I will get to in a minute), but suffice it to say that one or more of those questions may remain unanswered. (They certainly did for me...at least after one initial viewing.)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Speaking of "one initial viewing," will I watch this again? The answer is <b>yes</b>, I will. Why? Because much like <a href="http://laurenet0112358.blogspot.com/2011/02/flicks-ive-picked-winters-bone.html" style="font-style: italic;">Winter's Bone</a>, something in the end of the movie all but demands that I watch it again, to search for clues and answers that I may have missed. To me, if I did miss them (which I'm sure I probably did), then that warrants a second viewing. Why? Because I care...I care enough about the people in the film that I want to know what actually happened...what didn't happen...and why. If I didn't miss anything...then I may be frustrated by a second viewing, feeling that I've wasted my time on a DVD with nothing but loose ends and the mother of all abrupt, confusing, and possibly pointless endings.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Yeah, you heard me. <u>The mother of all abrupt, confusing, and possibly pointless endings.</u> When I run into something that steals that accomplishment away from <i>TLE</i>, I'll be sure to let you know.</div><div><br />
</div><div>What's good about this movie?</div><div><br />
</div><div>The way that it was made is absolutely fascinating and captivating. Stamm's direction seems to have been trying to get as close to reality as possible...without actual reality. The creepy farmhouse that much of the movie takes place in is a real creepy farmhouse...not to be confused with its distant cousin, the fake creepy farmhouse. Additionally, most of the actors (aside from Fabian and Bell) played characters with the same first name, in order to keep them from escaping too far. They weren't looking for actors acting...they were looking for people experiencing. And that comes across absolutely brilliantly in the film.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://media.screened.com/uploads/0/4987/313341-ashley_bell_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://media.screened.com/uploads/0/4987/313341-ashley_bell_large.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div><br />
</div><div>What's even more brilliant about the film is <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0068042/">Ashley Bell</a>, a relative newcomer to the filmmaking scene. Her performance is so lavishly layered and creepily crisp (please take note of that awesome alliteration) that even if I didn't want to watch the film again to try to piece the puzzle together...I might just watch it again for her performance. Little trivia tidbit here for you, according to IMDB, "Bell did all the bends and contortions of her body on her own. No special effects were used - she has hyper-mobility."<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">That statement will mean very little until you see the film...or at the very least the film's trailer.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">What's that you said? Trailer? Yes...here it is...but be forewarned. Not only is the trailer (like the website) way scarier than the movie itself...but the trailer is also...well...in my opinion...<b>terrifying</b>. So if you think that you might be frightened by the trailer...then by all means, DO NOT WATCH IT. If you do and you get scared, I totally warned you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">So yeah, that's the gist of it. If you're looking to be scared out of your wits (which I wasn't) then you may be let down by <i>TLE.</i> If you're like me and you can appreciate a film, even with its shortcomings *COUGH-ENDING-COUGH*, for the unique way that it was made, and a cornucopia of stunning performances (not just Bell), then <i>TLE </i>may be worth your time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">If you've seen it, or see it after reading this, let me know what you think.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stay Classy,</div><div style="text-align: left;">LT</div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-57511741552547619042011-02-17T18:40:00.000-08:002011-02-17T18:40:34.731-08:00myTunes: Sons and Daughters by The DecemberistsThe winds are blowing like crazy outside and I love it. There's just something about the wind...the idea that the air that I breathe and that gives me life takes on a life of its own. There's a natural strength to it. Oftentimes it is a subtle strength, but on nights like tonight, it's a force to be reckoned with. I think that we all have that inside of us. Anyway, I just think it's awesome. It actually has nothing to do with this post (well, I guess now it does, but whatever).<div><br />
</div><div>I really don't have anything to say other than those airy thoughts (pun intended). It's just that I finished watching Tuesday's episode of Glee a little while ago and the final song from that episode got me to thinking about what my favorite songs on the planet are. I'm thinking I want to integrate that into my blog somehow, but I'm not sure how yet, and I don't care to take the effort to even think about that right now. Just wanted to share this song. I took my brother to see The Decemberists for a graduation gift last summer. Not this past summer, but LAST summer, you know? I guess that doesn't really matter to you. Oh well.</div><div><br />
</div><div>This has always been one of my favorite songs of theirs and one of my favorite songs, period. When they closed the show with this song, I'm not going to lie, I cried. Just so simply beautiful and beautifully simple. No complexity. Just hopes and dreams and the belief that we can make them so.</div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal;">When we arrive<br />
Sons & daughters<br />
We'll make our homes on the water<br />
We'll build our walls aluminum<br />
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now<br />
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These currents pull us 'cross the border<br />
Steady your boats<br />
Arms to shoulder<br />
'till tides will pull<br />
our hull aground<br />
Making this cold harbour now home<br />
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Take up your arm<br />
Sons and daughters<br />
We will arise from the bunkers<br />
By land, by sea, by dirigible<br />
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now<br />
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When we arrive<br />
Sons and daughters<br />
We'll make our homes on the water<br />
We'll build our walls aluminum<br />
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now<br />
(We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now)<br />
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When we arrive<br />
Sons and daughters<br />
We'll make our homes on the water<br />
We'll build our walls aluminum<br />
(Sons and daughters)<br />
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon<br />
(We'll make our homes on the water)<br />
We'll make our homes on the water<br />
(When we build our walls of aluminum)<br />
(We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon)<br />
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Here all the bombs they fade away (x20)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal;"><br />
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</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">That's all for now. Just wanted to share that awesomeness with you guys.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Okay, now I think that I may be adding this as a section entitled myTunes. We'll see. I'm accruing a lot of sections these days, it seems to me.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">SC,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">LT</span></div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-5230090981599644292011-02-06T14:59:00.000-08:002011-02-06T15:05:47.926-08:00Flicks I've Picked: Winter's BoneRecently I came to realize that I really don't have a hobby. For those of you that are saying: "What?! How could this be? For I distinctly remember reading <a href="http://laurenet0112358.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-hobby.html">this very post about you getting a new hobby</a>. I believed you. You lied. I'm done following your blog. You suck at life."<br />
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To these disgruntled readers I have only this to say: I did not lie intentionally...and I did the whole money tracking thing for a while...but it didn't really stick. I'm not closing any doors here, but it's just not something that was a really fun use of my "extra time." There's always tomorrow.<br />
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Anyway, I love watching movies. Absolutely love it. I love watching great movies. I love watching terrible movies. Just love it. (But if I'm watching a terrible movie...it has to be on purpose...due to it's terribleness.) I love to watch movies for one specific actor especially with Brocklee so that we can shout the following at the TV:<br />
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<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0384814/">"Ghost of Idina Menzel! RISE UP FROM THE RUBBLE! We are so friggin tired of naked Salma Hayek and Colin Farrell!"</a><br />
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Anyway...I've decided to be more intentional about the movies I watch. The first of these was the one for today's post.<br />
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Ahem...<br />
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Welcome to the new section (among the ever-growing collection of sections) of <i><a href="http://laurenet0112358.blogspot.com/">News From the Liminal State</a>. </i>This new section is all about movies and is entitled...<br />
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[Trumpet Fanfare a la <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0362764/">Tim Hardy</a>]<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Flicks I've Picked</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I feel as if that's a safe name. It covers all movies that I'll watch...because I will have picked (chosen) to watch them...but doesn't necessarily mean that I would pick to watch them again.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">But most importantly, It rhymes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/gallery/62779/Winters_Bone_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.comingsoon.net/gallery/62779/Winters_Bone_1.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Last night, I watched Debra Granik's <i><a href="http://www.wintersbonemovie.com/index.html">Winter's Bone</a>. Winter's Bone </i>is not only nominated for the Best Motion Picture, Best Actress, Best Supporting Actor, and Best Writing (Screenplay based on material previously produced or published) Oscars...but it has also already won three times as many film festival awards than Jon and Kate have had kids. (They had 8 kids right? I'd assume so from the title of that show...but I never watched it.) Anyway, that's a lot of awards.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Winter's Bone </i>is the story of 17-year-old Ree Dolly (which I have typed as Dee Rolly two times here and then deleted), a young girl in charge of and responsible for way more than she should be. Left behind by her meth chef of a father, Ree's every move is made to support, care for, and protect her two younger siblings and her mute mother (driven crazy by husband Jessup's crank cooking).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The movie is essentially Ree's search for her father, the search being spurred on by the fact that, if he misses his upcoming court date, the Dollys' house and possessions will be taken.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Ree wants desperately to find her father...but there are many who are hell-bent against her search. Jennifer Lawrence (Ree) and John Hawkes (Ree's uncle, Teardrop) definitely win my admiration for their expert usage of subtlety. The whole movie (except for some moments) is quite subtle actually. It's an anxious subtle...like when you look at your older dog and you can't tell if he's breathing or not. It's like waiting for the tiniest inhale or exhale to ensure that he's alive and just sleeping soundly.</div><br />
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</div>If you plan on watching it, do so with subtitles. The overall subtlety of the movie can make it extremely hard to hear sometimes. Also know that the movie is disturbing. I wasn't as disturbed as I thought I would be, given some of the reviews that I read, but the library's DVD skipped an entire scene...and I could tell from the scene after it (and a crying actress in the arms of the director offset after the filming of the scene) that it was the disturbing scene that everyone was talking about. I got the gist of it from the special features and the tiny snippets that I saw as the DVD was skipping. Just be forewarned. The scene is at like 49 minutes.<br />
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Anyway, would I recommend it? Yes, to some. It is not a movie for everyone. It is not a family friendly movie (it's rated R for a reason). Why would I recommend it? I think that if you want to watch it...it's an important story to watch. It's an important reality to understand. Also, I plan on watching it again. There's a line at the end of the movie...that I will not share with you, of course...that pretty much demands me to watch it again.<br />
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It's not as suspenseful as I was anticipating it to be...but there was an added level of creepiness due to the fact that Forsyth, Missouri looks freakishly like my hometown of Bristol, Indiana. Other than the hills of Forsyth (and the cave from a deleted scene shown in the DVD's special features) I felt as if I was back in Bristol. And don't get me wrong...if/when you see this movie, you may think that this statement is a negative. It's not. I love where I come from. I love the people. I love the place. Love it all. It was just eerie seeing a story like this take place in a place sort of similar to my hometown (except people never make meth in Northern Indiana...oh wait).<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMvnDalpH-bUJxl3P8AFQ-x-HbL2sakwVyt4z56gJMhvxsFSrvSq19aGILNjHPl79vxg4HL0Gjt4OtiZMDXYxsTJUgI4t6TUURfUXPSMIf1a9WBG-NTL1ls9EjB1MqQA5pA1IaOC5BnLs/s1600/Laren+Sweetser+Honorable+Mention.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMvnDalpH-bUJxl3P8AFQ-x-HbL2sakwVyt4z56gJMhvxsFSrvSq19aGILNjHPl79vxg4HL0Gjt4OtiZMDXYxsTJUgI4t6TUURfUXPSMIf1a9WBG-NTL1ls9EjB1MqQA5pA1IaOC5BnLs/s200/Laren+Sweetser+Honorable+Mention.png" width="171" /></a>My honorable mention for this movie goes to Lauren Sweetser who plays the role of Gail, Ree's best friend. Her performance is, for lack of a better word, beautiful. There's a very natural quality to this woman's work. From the look of her resume on IMDB, she is a newcomer to the scene, which may be a part of her tangible uniqueness. I hope with everything that I have that she will continue on in the field and hold on to that freshness.<br />
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Also unbelievably amazing (but I don't have the time to really write about them) are the filming, soundtrack, and the general way that that the film was made. If you watch this on DVD and you don't watch "Making Of <i>Winter's Bone</i>" in the special features...you are missing out more than you know, seriously.<br />
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That's all for now, guys.<br />
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Stay Classy,<br />
LTLThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-21852090502985304772011-02-04T06:45:00.000-08:002011-02-04T06:45:15.623-08:00Thoughts and Prayers for TodayThis morning, after doing my Bible Study, I stopped by my friend Becky's <a href="http://beckybranchblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/thats-just-crazy.html">blog</a>. It was a beautiful follow-up to this morning's readings. So thanks for that, Becky.<br />
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Things have been a bit ca-ray-zay here lately, so I've fallen off of the blog-reading-wagon. When I was on ol' B-Dizzle's blog I gravitated towards another post of her's from January.<br />
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I don't know what it is that drew me to that particular post. Could it have been the title?<br />
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<a href="http://beckybranchblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-you-only-read-one-post-of-mine-make.html">If You Read Only One Post of Mine, Make it this One</a><br />
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Nah. Doesn't really grab you does it? Don't you just kind of get the feeling that you could read it...or not...?<br />
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Okay, no. I didn't get that feeling. So I read it. It has reopened my eyes to a tragic reality that must return to my daily prayers and consciousness. I've known about this, but have known about a lot of things, and in my prayers, sometimes specificity takes a backseat to me saying "Listen God, we all pretty much just need you down here on Earth, and badly, so thanks for anything that you can do."<br />
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Becky's blog post that day was about the atrocious reality of human trafficking. It really hit me. I followed links from her post and found another blog to follow. That blog is called <a href="http://stopredlights.com/">stopredlights.com</a>. Also an organization to look into called <a href="http://www.tinyhandsinternational.org/">Tiny Hands International</a>.<br />
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<i>Okay, if I keep going on like this I'm just going to end up posting all the same links that Becky did...so if you haven't already, please read that post of hers and check out those links (some are on my page but more are on hers).</i><br />
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Anyway, I found something on stopredlights.com that I felt compelled to share here on my blog. It's a video. And all I ask of you is that if you have two minutes and fifty-three seconds to spare, please watch it, consider it, and pray. Please. Pray.<br />
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I couldn't say it any better than Becky did:<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Praying is never just 'the least' we can do... It's the most we can do..."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Today, and from now on, I am making a conscious choice and effort to pray for those who are enslaved by the terrors of human trafficking and for the young people, teenagers (and others) of our world who are, many of them, suffering (frequently in silence).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Stay Classy...but above all, stay in prayer,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">LT</span>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-59556544399975107942011-02-03T11:02:00.000-08:002011-02-03T11:32:00.823-08:00Hope For Tomorrow: Peace, Cooperation, and Understanding<div style="text-align: left;">This is the first post in what I hope will become a huge series of posts that show a hope for the world of tomorrow. I ran into this article and video and had to share. Unfortunately, the video is showing up awkwardly in my blog...but I've spent enough time trying to fix it (without success) and I just need to move on with my life. So please click and watch in the blog, or go to the following link:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=6764826n">Jewish Residents, Muslim Mayor</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" background="#333333" flashvars="si=254&uvpc=http://cnettv.cnet.com/av/video/cbsnews/atlantis2/uvp_cbsnews.xml&contentType=videoId&contentValue=50091554&ccEnabled=false&hdEnabled=false&fsEnabled=true&shareEnabled=false&dlEnabled=false&subEnabled=false&playlistDisplay=none&playlistType=none&playerWidth=425&playerHeight=239&vidWidth=425&vidHeight=239&autoplay=false&bbuttonDisplay=none&playOverlayText=PLAY%20CBS%20NEWS%20VIDEO&refreshMpuEnabled=true&shareUrl=http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=6764826n&adEngine=dart&adPreroll=true&adPrerollType=PreContent&adPrerollValue=1" height="279" salign="lt" scale="noscale" src="http://cnettv.cnet.com/av/video/cbsnews/atlantis2/cbsnews_player_embed.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425"></embed></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">My hope is that our world will begin to realize what those in Teaneck, New Jersey so beautifully display: ALL PEOPLE ARE PEOPLE.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stay Classy,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Lauren</div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-80897591952301865812011-01-30T19:01:00.000-08:002011-01-30T19:01:50.580-08:00An IPA Poem for KristenI am in <i>Voice for the Actor 3</i> with Diane Timmerman right now. I am so beyond glad for this, because it's been a while since I've had a performance class with Diane (my favorite) and this semester I have two.<br />
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(Okay, speaking of Diane, she's the one shooting at Gene Hackman with a machine gun in this clip. Yeah...you heard me right.)<br />
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</div>Anyway, first what we're doing is learning the International Phonetic Alphabet (IPA). Then we will use that knowledge that we have acquired in order to master the art of dialects. My first dialect will be Received Pronunciation (or RP), which is basically proper English. My second dialect will be Irish. Then I shall have a third, but I don't know what that one will be yet.<br />
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Anyway, in this class, as we are learning our phonemes, we are going through a workbook called <i>Bringing Speech to Life: A Companion Workbook to Louis Colaianni's The Joy of Phonetics and Accents</i>.<br />
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This evening, on page 30, I was prompted to:<br />
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"Write a short poem using / I / and / i / words."<br />
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And so I did.<br />
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Ahem...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">My sw/ i /t b/ I /g s/ I /ster and m/ i /</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ch/ I /t-chat when w/ i / are fr/ i /</div><div style="text-align: center;">G/ I /v/ I /ng advice v/ i /a the phone</div><div style="text-align: center;">Skype dates 't/ I /l w/ i / don't f/ i /l alone</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've got Sw/ i /t S/ I /ster's back</div><div style="text-align: center;">And sh/ i /'s got m/ i /.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe not the most brilliant thing ever written, but it's a step up from my sentence that I wrote on page 29 that had to contain four or five words with / i /:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"One must eat one's peas or one's brain cells will freeze, so pass them to me, if you please."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">(Too tired to put that last one in IPA.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Speaking of being tired...I have Voice with Diane in the morning...at 9:00 AM...which means I have to get up at 6:00 AM to take care of Genevieve...which means I'm wrapping this blog up and going to bed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peace Guys,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stay Classy,</div><div style="text-align: left;">LT</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">P.S. I love you, Sis.</div>LThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05159105950603015661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948699448802174181.post-13195447643189740282011-01-23T08:09:00.000-08:002011-01-23T08:09:09.973-08:00Thrilled SquaredI love the arts.<br />
If you know me, you know this.<br />
If you've ever read this blog, you probably know this too.<br />
My life, my love, my hope, and my dreams are in the Lord.<br />
I have been blessed with the opportunity to express my life, my love, my hopes, and my dreams through the arts.<br />
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When I was a kid, it was music. There was a little fork in the road (but I've recently decided to strive towards blowing that fork into smithereens and getting back into music) and I've found myself in theatre, and am very happy here as well.<br />
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One thing that thrills me is to see amazing art, of all kinds, that pushes the boundaries. Art that takes something that we know already and simultaneously respects and transforms the original.<br />
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Music thrills me.<br />
Drama thrills me. (Not social drama. Can't stand that.)<br />
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This video was both of these thrills in one. I feel it would be terribly inappropriate, after being so taken by this video, to not share it with all of you. Please enjoy.<br />
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