Saturday, April 24, 2010

Going Unnoticed

Its the strangest thing how I'll be surfing for one thing on the internet and come upon some new discovery. Despite its many flaws, I think that's the best thing I can say for the world wide web, and particularly sites like wikipedia. While the website should not be relied on for 100% factual evidence, it does brush over thousands of topics from people to places. In this particular case I was reading about Anne Boleyn after watching the dreadful Other Boleyn Girl with Natalie Portman in the title role. I don't mind Portman, but can she never attempt a British accent ever again? Please? Anyway, so I was reading on about Anne Boleyn on wikipedia and at the bottom of her page there was a link to a list of those who'd been decapitated. Now I know what your thinking; she's morbid and that's gross, but hey it caught my attention. That actually brings to mind a quote from Oscar Wilde, something about war being wicked and therefore people will always have a fascination with it. Not that I'm fascinated with decapitation... okay I'm just going to move on.

Decapitation, as are all methods of execution in my opinion, both horrible and unfounded. I think the guillotine in particular is a barbaric instrument, and when I read that six University of Munich students had been executed in such a manner for distributing anti-Nazi pamphlets in 1943, I was shocked. I'd never heard of The White Rose, a non-violent resistance group in Nazi Germany. Its principle members: Hans Scholl (24), his sister Sophie (21), Christoph Probst (23), Willi Graf (25), Alexander Schmorell (26), and philosophy professor Kurt Huber (49) were found guilty and executed. The six pamphlets they wrote, the link to which I'll provide here: White Rose Leaflets have an intellectual grounding in their call against Hitler's regime, and the hope for a new Germany where freedom of expression and thought may exist once again.

Hans and Sophie Scholl were caught distributing pamphlets at the University, and Christoph Probst was arrested shortly after. In a matter of four short days (consisting of interrogation and trial) all three were dead. 21 year-old Sophie was the first taken to the guillotine, her last recorded words were "The sun's still shining."

What's puzzling to me is that I'd never before heard of The White Rose. I asked both of my Parents, both of which are pretty spot on with history, but neither of them had heard of the group either. And I know there's dozens of cases like this out there that I still have yet to learn about, but it never ceases to amaze me how something as profound and ultimately tragic as this has gone unnoticed by so many. I know that's often the case with history, and that's why we've gone and repeated some of the worst bits of it. Its easy to watch a movie about The White Rose, in particular the 2006 Foreign Film Oscar contender: Sophie Scholl – The Final Days and feel bad about what happened to these young people, but the more important aspect I think is to consider: what would I do in that situation? Sophie and Hans took entire responsibility for the pamphlets when they were arrested - refusing to name other members of the resistance. Would I have that kind of strength? I don't know if I would, but I do know that others have and that gives me some conviction. Sophie Scholl once said:

"The real damage is done by those millions who want to 'survive.' The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves—or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn."
— Sophie Scholl


We may think that the threat will never be this significant again. As Americans citizens we can go day in, day out despite the fact that our country is at war overseas. Is it the same? No, there will never be anything absolutely identical to Nazi Germany, but there are strong similarities, the same kinds of injustices everywhere in the world. I could go on and on about this, but I won't. Only consider and try to understand. What can we do? Well, we can write. And that's something.



(From Left to Right: Hans Scholl, Sophie Scholl and Christoph Probst)

Friday, April 23, 2010

Gelato: The Better Choice

Last night I was treated to some mocha gelato at this small Italian restaurant on the South Hill called Ferrante's (fantastic food btw) and not only was it delicious, but it got me thinking how superior the Italian dessert is to conventional ice cream. I don't mean to offend the ice cream fanatics out there, only provide a few insights on why gelato is oh so scrumptious.



1) Gelato contains less butter fat than ice cream and while that doesn't elevate to the status of a health food, it does mean that the tasty treat won't do as much damage to your waistline. The calorie count is usually lower as well.

2) Gelato typically contains fresh fruit (all sorts) and nuts. The rich flavors come in a wide, wide variety and vary place to place. Some are as simple as strawberry whereas others are a bit wild for the adventurous tasters.

3) Gelato is usually made by hand and daily so its more fresh. Not to mention the fact that it is churned at a slower rate than ice cream. This increases the density of the frozen dessert and makes for a thick, creamy composition.

4) The treat is served at a cooler temperature than ice cream so the chances of running into those chunky freezer burned mouthfuls is very unlikely. Gelato maintains its smooth texture whereas ice cream can become chalky and flavorless because its stored at arctic temperatures.

5) Remember, its Italian and I'm pretty much sure they're incapable of making bad food :)

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Blast From the Past


My sister made quite the purchase a month ago when she bought a television series we used to watch as kids on DVD. I'm not sure if any of my fellow capstone classmates have heard of Faerie Tale Theatre, but the series was pretty cool. I believe it was the late 80s when actress Shelley Duvall aka Olive Oil and Jack Nicholson's very unfortunate wife in The Shining put together a group of actors and actresses to star in one hour productions of both well known and obscure fairy tales. Robin Williams, Susan Sarandon, Mick Jagger, Jeff Bridges, Vincent Price, and Matthew Broderick are just some of the stars who play characters from the Frog Prince to the Mirror Mirror on the Wall. Apparently Francis Ford Coppola even directed an episode, which (and this shouldn't come as a surprise) featured his daughter Sophia... whose better suited working behind the camera (those of you who've seen Godfather III would agree).

What I found interesting watching some of the episodes on DVD now is that I'm not too sure these were appropriate for kids. Granted, being the youngest of four it was the norm for me to be exposed to shows with older content. Then again, fairy tales in general can be pretty disturbing on paper much less on film. One of the episodes that always stuck with me was Rapunzel, in which Gena Rowlands (that nice old lady from The Notebook) plays the evil witch who steals baby Rapunzel away from her parents. I guess you'd have to see the episode to believe me, but Gena Rowlands is terrifying and I think even though I didn't know it was the same actress when I first saw The Notebook, it was probably a subconscious reason I didn't shed a tear at the end of that film.


(Gena Rowlands above... not just the sweet old lady from The Notebook)

Faerie Tale Theatre is both a fascinating and oddball collection. Some of the stories are better done than the others (Cinderella, Dancing Princesses, and Little Red Riding Hood in particular), but there isn't one production that's completely without anything worthwhile. Granted, I haven't dared Pinnochio for fear of Pee-Wee Herman so I can't brag about that one. The point is if you happen to see this when your browsing for entrainment I highly recommend the purchase. Adults and kids will likely enjoy the series, but for different reasons. I can only imagine what the show would be like had it been done today... and that's just about as nightmarish a thought as any I've had in recent weeks.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Spring, Glorious Spring!

Its absolutely gorgeous outside today. Thanks to the power of Zyrtec I'm able to enjoy spending time outside this weekend. I met up with a few friends and we played some soccer and frisbee down at Hart field. There were two kite-fliers down there and it reminded me of a time when I was about six or seven when my Dad had put together one of those styrofoam / cheap wooden (the kind they make tongue depressors out of) model airplanes. My sisters and I had been so eager to walk down to the field to test the aircraft out, despite the fact that it was particularly breezy that day. There's no doubt that my Dad knew we probably should have held off for a day with a milder wind, but seeing how we were so excited he took us down anyway. We got one fair run with the airplane before it nose-dived into the ground. As I recall a rainstorm shortly followed. Looking back I can't remember if I was disappointed or satisfied with the test run, but what I can appreciate now is the fact that my Dad is always up for letting us try whatever foolish idea we had and continue to have to this day. My Mom is way more practical. I guess I'm pretty lucky in that respect, Mom and Dad provide me with a lot of room for deciding what's right for me because they approach life with different perspectives. Anyway, look at the tangents I've gone off on in this post. Whatever. Being organized when it comes to writing is overrated... kind of. As we learned in class this week that's the case with poetry at least. According to Rachel, its poetry so we can do whatever we want. Maybe that's part of the reason I can't do without it. Now enough with this computer, I need another dose of vitamin D.

Monday, April 12, 2010

While I do want to give more direction to this blog, there is a reason I decided on Greenlight as a title. I had a hard time deciding on what I should choose, and I was attempting to think of things that spark my interest or make me want to write. Greenlight is a very basic title for a blog, but it certainly does convey the idea that once a certain notion (however random) enters my brain I'm apt to go gunning for it.

Today a friend was asking me about my favorite actresses and I listed off a few before remembering someone who is always, in my opinion, brilliant and that's Meryl Streep. Another random post for my blog right? People will either agree wholeheartedly or roll their eyes at my suggestion that Streep is the best actress ever, but honestly... I've seen several films by the woman and she's always delivered a top notch performance even when the script hasn't given her much to work with. After much consideration I came up with what I believe to be Meryl's top five performances on film (from what I've seen). Here's some clips from each though I warn you they do contain *SPOILERS* for the films. So if you haven't seen them I'm warning you now.

1. Sophie's Choice - as Sophie Zawistowski
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYQjsbn4KCM

2. Silkwood - as Karen Silkwood
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IbFdYep6Pcg

3. Angels in America - as The Rabbi, Hannah Pitt and Ethel Rosenberg
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDWWrxLLcOo

4. A Cry in the Dark - as Lindy Chamberlain "The Dingo Ate My Baby"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LG3_1AlLWg

5. Ironweed - as Helen Archer
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cGAcqBb_tA

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Poem

I'm not quite satisfied with this, but thought I'd post it anyway. On a day like today its nice to think that summer isn't too far off.

Waves collide with the shoreline
And it's you and me and this place
A cabin on a grassy hillside
Remain traces to summers past
There were buttercups, forts and coolers
Swimming yes and sailboats too
All these things and to do's
But only with family here
Did this place become a part of me
Now alone with the pebbles under my feet
On a beach that misses its children
With intertubes, squeeze-its and laughter
Fading like the paint on the dock marker
No.
More like the rocks I choose to skip
Eager for one more swim

Saturday, April 3, 2010

25 Random Things...

Whoever said these things aren't awesome lied. Also, I'm waiting for game night to start so I'm bored.

So here's the thing, you write down 25 random things about yourself. They can be facts, habits, opinions, etc. and um, well that's about it.

1. I'm German, French and Irish, but Irish is pretty much the only one I'm proud of. Not that its uncool to be French or German, its just not as fun.
2. I can make both my wrists crack on cue. Nice and brittle.
3. I think chocolate covered pretzels are the best combination of sweet and salty... making them quite possibly the perfect snack.
4. I always lose a chapstick before I finish it.
5. I don't invest much in astrology, but enneagram seems to be pretty legit.
6. Sunday is the worst day of the week.
7. I'm a fan of foreign films, particularly Chinese and French.
8. I always buy extra large sweats for lounging around so I can relax.
9. I'm Catholic, but I don't necessarily agree with everything that entails. I'm really more of a believer that religion is so personal... its different for every single person so its not quite fair to put people in one category or another.
10. I used to smoke clove cigarettes.
11. Nothing's better than a spontaneous road trip.
12. When I write I overuse commas and ellipses... definitely.
13. From what I can remember, I've only cried at about half a dozen movies: Dead Man Walking, Little Women, The Deer Hunter, The Mission and Cinema Paradiso are some.
14. I don't necessarily dislike all Miley Cyrus' songs... um yeah.
15. My biggest pet peeve is people who are very competitive.
16. I used to have this fascination with the King Arthur legend. I think it espoused from watching "A Kid in King Arthur's Court" when I was little. How foolish is that?
17. I have been mistaken for being part Asian and part Cambodian before. I just... honestly Cambodian? I'm practically translucent.
18. Sometimes I think I should have majored or even minored (I guess its not too late) in chemistry.
19. Bill Moyers show on PBS... one of the best on TV.
20. I've never broken any bone in my body.
21. I occasionally say "frak" instead of the alternative when I get upset.
22. I'm lactose intolerant :(
23. Favorite fruit has to be pears.
24. Let it Be is my favorite Beatles song.
25. I neglect sleep far too often.

numero uno

I've never had a blog before and I'm just getting a handle on things here, but its going good thus far. Its a nice break from reading Beowulf for Brit Lit. I. Well um, hmm... I'm not even quite sure what to write about. I just got finished reading a childhood friend's book entitled Love or at Least Lust and Friendship. I've known Tom (that's the author) for years; our parents met through Jesuit Volunteer Corps when they were in their 20s and for my entire life we've lived three blocks away from their house. So in a way we grew up together, but definitely drifted apart as we got older; that is, us Charles girls (the four of us) and the Feulner kids (particularly Tom and his brother Tim). Before I picked up the book I knew how the story would end because I knew the basics, but not the details. I had the facts. Tom had a relationship with a girl named Amy who had cancer, and ultimately died when it resurfaced, but that was all. When I read this story, I was transported into Tom's mind, as the book is told from his perspective, and I really felt like I connected with him on many levels. The treatments Amy goes through in her battle with cancer reminded me of my Mom when she was diagnosed with breast cancer three years ago. So many people are affected in one way or another by this horrific disease, and each experience of course isn't the same. My Mom beat her cancer, Amy did not. And it makes me wonder and worry if my Mom's will resurface in the same way hers did. And what can you do? What good does worrying do? I never met Amy, but I know the possibility that her cancer would return must have crossed her mind every day. Still, she didn't retreat from life and it seems to me, from what I know after reading Tom's book, is that despite the fact that she passed away much too young, she made the most of her time here. In a way, cancer broke her body, but it couldn't break her spirit. I know that probably sounds corny, but that's what the book showed me, and I'm thankful I had the opportunity to read it. If anyone's interested, I encourage them to take a look at Tom's website here: http://www.tomfeulner.com/index.html to read a bit more about the book as well as some of his other work.