Saturday, November 20, 2010

Burning Crosses and Kissing A Black Jesus. A day in the life of Madonna



This Pepsi commercial was extremely controversial when it first came out. The song is titled "Like A Prayer" and to this day much debate surrounds it's meaning. Some say the lyrics have sexual connotations and that these lyrics (and the music video) mock the church, while other fans say the song refers to a young girl calling on her creator. Whatever the true meaning of the lyrics, the commercial was pulled a few weeks after it aired.

For those not familiar with the controversial music video, here it is below.

Some intertextual connections I notice:

-Madonna: actress/singer/author, mother, controversy, icon (Horizontal Intertextuality)

-Burning crosses: the KKK, intimidation/fear, the media, "hiding" behind symbols

-Church: evoking guilt vs.grace, public place, open arms

-The statue that comes to life: A Black Jesus, misunderstood leaders (MLK, Malcom X) the "curse of Ham," Armanian Jews (Vertical Intertextuality)


Sunday, November 7, 2010

FALLing backwards is harder than SPRINGing forwards.

The clocks changed today. They "fall" back an hour every year. And yet, every year, I never remember. I certainly recall the springing forward of the clocks, but the falling backwards is somehow more difficult. I am pondering this lovely November morning why it is harder to remember to turn your clock an hour backwards than it is to turn it an hour forwards. Possible reasons may include:

1. We grew up learning that clocks are supposed to always be wound forward.
Research shows, however, that this only applies to antique clocks. Modern clocks can be wound forwards or backwards an hour to adjust for Daylight Savings. Back in the day, however, clock makers suggested stopping your clock for an hour to adjust for DST.

2. Many of us, like me, are upset when we move the clocks forward. We lose time and, therefore, are set on making sure the clocks set correctly the night before. We can't be late for anything in "on the go" America.

3. The clocks are impartial to the spring season. They do not like fall because everyone stares at them all the time. In the spring, when people are more relaxed, the clock tends to get more "private time" to itself.

4. We actually do set our clocks backwards. While we are asleep, however, cubbard gnomes, The Borrowers and those stealing Harry Potter creatures (nurvels?) change the clocks back. They find it amusing to laugh at our expense.

With these possible reasons established, I now ask what life would be like if clocks, naturally, moved backwards. Obviously this proposal seems silly and would never happen because time, in theory, moves forwards. But still, would the day feel different? If the day began at 12am but then progressed to 11pm and 10pm, etc...would our biological clock get off?

Also, according to Physics, is falling backwards harder than springing forwards in general? According to NASA's website, an object falling (in any direction) picks up speed thus kinetic energy as gravity pulls it down. They note:

"For the speed v, or the kinetic energy that he/she reaches, it doesn't matter whether the fall is straight down by deltah or on an arc path... In both cases the kinetic energy attained is equal to the difference in potential energy given by the height difference deltah.

This statement leads me to think my hypothesis that FALLing backwards is harder than SPRINGing forwards is not always true. In a physics sense, the two should be equal. This is how it is in the sport of snowboarding as well.

When a snowboarder is going down the hill, often they fall due to "catching an edge." A toe edge will cause a fall forwards while a heel edge will cause the boarder to fall backwards. Either fall results from the snowboarder lacking to commit to one edge (front or back). Falling is far less painful (whether forwards or backwards) when the snowboarder commits to their fall. Both the physicist and snowboarder know that each fall (either direction) requires the same amount of energy. Perhaps we each, like the snowboarder, make a choice to between falling forwards or backwards. For me to say, therefore, that falling backwards is harder than forwards is just my own personal choice. Some people may have more difficulty moving their clock forwards.

It's interesting that I find it easier to move my clock forwards during DST as well as to fall forwards on my snowboard. Positive correlation, or?

Whatever the answer to these mind boggling scenarios, I am up and hour earlier than I need to be and am going back to bed : )

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

I may OD on Echinacea

The mutiny occuring within the walls of my skin is unprecedented. The sickness contaminates my entire house: tissues line the shower floor, my once spotless sink is now masked in mucus, even cough drops bask in my windowsills.

I have been recently visualizing my brain sending a signal to my nose to breathe.

I think my nose's walkie talkie is turned off because it's not working. Moreover, my throat feels like it just hosted a Disco party where everyone wore stilletos and the dance floor was football turf. The barely opened eyes of mine are as dry as the Downy dryer sheets I keep forgetting to buy. If all of this isn't enought to deal with, my head has begun to pulse. Perhaps my brain believes it can escape the terror occuring inside of me before it too is affected (with a migrane!)

I have pondered going to see the doctor at the Health Center. My fear of eternally being classified as a hypochondriac, however, is stopping me. This fear arises due to the fact that I have already visited for: an ear infection, a upper respiratory infection, an ambiguous rash, the annual gyno scarefest, AND a physical required by my dance company.

I am taking steps to prevent Health Center blacklisting. They are as follows:

1. OD'ing on Echinecea 3-6 times a day
2. Not sharing my lotion covered Kleenex with anyone
3. Drinking more water than a camel can hold in both its two humps combined
4. Eating every food high in Vitamin C content within a 0.2 miles radius

So here I am, "sticking it out" + trying to write some knockout copy= Bliss.

Monday, October 11, 2010

SHamU YoU!


My childhood is officially complete: I saw Shamu.

Ok, well maybe it wasn't THE shamu. After all, I hear that whale has been dead for awhile. But it doesn't matter. Whether I saw Shamu the killer whale, or his daughter Shamusina, the show was amazing!

Sea World has a variety of shows throughout the park. From dancing dolphins and beluga whales to a walrus doing sit ups, Sea World was jaw dropping. One show I really enjoyed was Believe. The show featured four Orcas (AKA KILLER WHALES!) who were unbelievably intelligent. The trainers had taught these whales to flip, splash, and carry humans on their noses/backs. Watching the show I felt like I was at church, not Sea World! The believe theme of the show told audience members that anything was possible (and led most of us to feel our true calling in life was to work with these strikingly beautiful mammals.

While all the Orcas looked very happy to be in captivity, later research on this topic has made me not too happy about Sea World after all. Some research stated the following:

Captive Orcas have vastly-reduced life expectancies, on average only living into their 20s. In the wild, female Orcas can live to be 80 years old, while males can live to be 60 years old.

These figures are a bit worrisome. Much of Sea World focused on helping preserve the planet and endangered species living on it. Why then, I wonder, are they keeping these animals in captivity to begin with? I would love to interview a trainer working there and here some more information about why/how they choose which animals to bring into captivity.

Whatever the answers, I cannot deny how life changing the experience was. I hope to have the chance to visit again someday. Until then I will just have to hug my Shamu stuffed animal souvenir.

YES I am 23 and I bought a stuffed animal to take home. Go ahead, judge me.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Chocolate & Coffee for a Hellish Earache


Earaches are a lot more painful than one might expect. They tend to get worse when the inflicted points their frontal lobe on a steep diagonal towards the floor. Perhaps the fluid moving around is what causes the pain? Whatever it is, it's not pretty.

I suffered an Ear (and Upper Respiratory) infection simultaneously in September 2008. I remember it vividly. Of course I had to go to the health center twice before they noticed my dilema. Overtime I came to understand their ways, however, and soon was perfectly fine with scheduling two appointments back to back. As long as I eventually get the help I needed.

Why is it that school nurses (from elementary school on) tend to think crackers and water are the world's quintessential panacea? Why not chocolate and coffee? Particularly I think, if we are sticking to food and drink as drugs, rather than antibiotics, chocolate and coffee would make me feel much better than crackers and water.

Anyway, I'm recovering from being super sick (yay alliteration!) but I am quite behind on my work. From press releases and festival updates to dance rehearsals and late night eblast creations, it's hard to keep up when you are feeling under the weather.

What's that mean anyway? Under the weather? As opposed to...over the weather? I guess technically the weather tends to exist in the sky. So over the weather could be synonymous to heaven. Because of this, I would think it acceptable to say you are feeling either...
1. Heavenly
or
2. Hellish
My under the weather, hellish, feeling seems to be disappearing. Thank God :D

Monday, September 27, 2010

LOST in the biggest city ever!

I don't take the toll road a lot, but I did this morning after getting very very lost. I somehow ended up going towards the Dallas Airport!

It was then that I saw the airport toll man. He seems very angry whenever I drive by his toll booth. Being such a happy outgoing person, I just can’t understand where his anger comes from. If I had the chance to be him for a day, perhaps I could find answers to this inscrutable dilemma of mine. Soon I would have answers to questions such as: How does he use the restroom? Doesn’t he get tired of standing so long? And, more importantly, does every passerby (as a courtesy) turn off their windshield wipers when paying the toll in the rain?

Sometimes when I meet angry people I would love to just go up to them and give them a huge hug. In our society, however, I'd probably have the police called on me! I also get this urge when I see cute children, especially those age 3-4. For example, the other day I was at the Dallas Aquarium and I saw a toddler running around. She was adorable in her red squeaky shoes. With every step she took her shoes let out a loud "sqqqqqqqqqueak." If her mother wouldn't think I was a child pedophile I would have smothered that tot in love.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Hooters. For the Food!

So my friend told me we should go to Hooters restaurant sometime soon. Seeing as she has always been boyfriendless, along with the fact that 2 of my past best girlfriends turned lesbian on me, I took a step back.

"What would we go to Hooters for?"

She told me "they have really good wings and fries." After a few minutes of fry description on her part, I interupted. "So you go there often?" I asked, with a sense that she, despite a lack of boob-ness, may have even worked there.

"Well yes of course, if I get the chance!"

Now my boyfriend has mentioned the same thing to me before. He says he has been to Hooters once and the food was AMAZING. I instantly dismissed such a statement as a typical guy lie. While I wanted to believe that people may actually enter the restaurant for the food, society norms told me differently.

Today's revelation that he may have, although I'm still doubtful, enjoyed the food just as much as, if not MORE than, the flesh-filled scenery was quite comforting.