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Good Grief

2007-10-09T16:19:00.000-07:00

"Katie McCarver is skipping class today to get some work done...how does it even make sense that she has to skip class to get her CLASS work done...good grief..."

I'm not one to quote Facebook frequently, but Katie's status aptly describes the life of the college senior. Photo projects, extensive readings, stories for class and for the Red & Black, internship applications, English papers -- where does it end? 66 days from now, according to my calculations. Including weekends. That's how many days are left this semester and I'm counting down!

But Katie brings up an interesting point -- can skipping class to get work done actually work? Or is this just counterproductive? This is the first semester that I've seriously considered skipping a class to do just that. Coming from someone who never even thinks about skipping a class, this is quite a statement to make. But some days I just feel a little overwhelmed by the amount of work I have. And it doesn't help that I have professors who think their class is the only one I'm taking and therefore I have hours to devote to the subject matter. Hmmm, about that...

66 days and counting...

Today's News: Higher Education Reform and My Dad's Golf Game?

2007-09-09T12:40:00.000-07:00

Congress just passed (and the President is about to sign into law) new legislation to change how graduates repay student loans - now the amount you pay back will be based on how much you earn. The "College Cost Reduction and Access Act" also gives more money for Pell Grants and reduces interest rates on loans. This is a great piece of legislation -- why didn't someone think to do this before? I mean, how long have people been paying back student loans? Well, regardless of its timing, I hope this act really does help people making those payments. Check The Red & Black on Thursday for more information...

More surprising than this legislation (well, for me, anyway) is today's feature in the AJC's Travel section. This is one of my favorite sections of the Sunday paper; I really enjoy reading about interesting places to visit and looking at the pictures they provide. But I wasn't expecting to see an article my dad wrote about golfing in France. He went to France in July on his honeymoon and told me about his golfing "adventures," but I didn't expect to see it in the paper.

Story behind the story: I asked him earlier today if he had any articles coming up this week, expecting to hear him mention something more related to his health care beat -- you know, a hospital's attempts to improve long-term patient care, health care insurance changes, something along those lines. When he said he had an article about golfing in the Travel section, I laughed and said, "No, really, Dad -- do you have any stories coming up in the paper?" I was slightly caught off guard when he told me he wasn't kidding. I immediately checked the AJC's website and sure enough, it was there. Check it out! (shameless plugging, I know, but at least I'm admitting it.)

Summer's over. Time to get back to THE OFFICE.

2007-09-07T11:35:00.001-07:00

As of today, we are merely 20 days away from the premiere of Season 4 of THE OFFICE, which is, perhaps, one of the greatest shows on TV. If you don't watch it, you should. And if you do watch it? We can still be friends.

"Thanks to the fearless Steve Carell, an ever-stronger supporting cast, and scripts that spew American corporate absurdist vernacular with perfect pitch, this undervalued remake does the near impossible -- it honors Ricky Gervais' original and works on its own terms." -Entertainment Weekly"

"Hey, Can I Take Your Picture?"

2007-09-05T11:54:00.000-07:00

That one question sums up how I spent my free time for the past few days. In my photojournalism class, we had to shoot "mugshots" of 36 people we didn't know for our first assignment. This was meant to help us get used to using the camera and to talking to complete strangers. "You can't be shy as a photojournalist," my teacher reminded us.

36 people we didn't know -- this was a little nerve wracking but definitely doable. I started by going to a park near my house in Snellville last Sunday and hitting up parents of little leaguers. I got a few families to agree to help, as well as a few strange looks from passersby. I found the project much easier to complete when I walked around the Tate Student Center yesterday. I decided to start with people standing at tables set up -- why not solicit those who are already soliciting? I had to sign a petition and take a free volleyball poster, but it was worth it. I also stopped by a frat house...that's where I took the majority of my photos.

And having a really nice camera doesn't hurt, either. Every student taking JOUR 3610 gets issued a Canon camera to use throughout the semester. I had to sign a waiver (aka sign my life away to the Grady College) agreeing to their "you break it, you buy it" policy. My camera is worth a whopping $1,400; therefore it's my baby this semester.

This Week's Ramblings

2007-08-29T19:03:00.001-07:00

I feel like everything that's been going on in the past two weeks is jumbled in my head...and so my jumbled ramblings are here for you to peruse...

Football ticket pickup was fun. Oh, wait, I'm being sarcastic. I understand the University's attempt to prevent people from skipping classes and fainting on the sidewalk outside Stegman Coliseum by having us line up between 5:00 - 9:00 p.m. instead of at noon, but the 100* heat doesn't really drop significantly until after the sun goes down. And opening the ticket booths on the side of the coliseum that was getting direct sunlight might not have been the best plan.

I suppose I shouldn't complain that much...at least I got tickets.

On a lighter note, I saw the movie Superbad this past weekend. For those out there who haven't seen it, it's hysterical all the way through. One of the great things about this movie is the fact that they chose actors who actually look like they could be in high school instead of the actors in their mid-20s playing teenagers. I commend the casting director for that. Also, let me say that the main three actors were fantastic. I already liked Michael Cera (left) from his performance in Arrested Development as the awkward George Michael, but the actors who played Seth (center) and Fogell/McLovin (right) were great as well. They had great chemistry. I wouldn't recommend it to those who can't stand vulgar dialogue because it's chock full of it, but if you don't mind it or you enjoy it thoroughly, go see it right now!

Stateside Again

2007-08-22T10:38:00.000-07:00

The past few weeks since returning from Oxford have been nothing short of jam-packed. Two days after landing in Atlanta, I returned to Athens to move into my new apartment and get ready for the semester. From there, I went to staff meetings, a Red & Black breakfast, college bookstores, Wal-Mart and the like, my first few classes, North Carolina for my great grandmother's funeral, and back here to Athens. It seems that I jumped right back into my ridiculously busy routine from last semester. Hopefully I'll be able to make it through the semester without too much trouble...

But there are some things I'm definitely looking forward to:

My photojournalism class. This one should be pretty interesting. I can't say that I wasn't slightly intimidated by the course demands and the complicated lecture today on f-stops, shutter speeds, and ISOs, BUT I think I'll be able to manage if I can keep all that information straight in my head.
Football games. I've said it once and I'll say it again: Football game days in Athens are an experience. Personally, I'm more of a basketball person, having played it myself for years and being part of a family obsessed with the sport. But that doesn't mean I don't look forward to spending a few Saturdays in the 92,000-seat Sanford Stadium cheering on the Georgia Bulldogs.
Breaks and holidays. If you compare the Fall and Spring Semesters, you'll find a considerable number of short holidays in the fall to break up the semester -- Fall Break, Labor Day, Thanksgiving, etc. Spring semester always feels much longer and much more tiring, part of which I attribute to the long periods without a break.

I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane...

2007-08-09T02:42:00.000-07:00

"Time it was /
And what a time it was /
It was a time of innocence /
A time of confidences /

Long ago it must be /
I have a photograph /
Preserve your memories /
They're all that's left of you..."
-Simon and Garfunkel, Bookends Theme

So it's here...our last full day in Oxford. I've packed most of my stuff and I've gone to almost all of my favorite places for the last time. I've taken pictures with friends and bought my Trinity College hoodie. We had our final Kavoori class today (and we sang the song above before we left) and we're going to hang out together as a class one more time in University Parks today. But leaving Oxford is going to be difficult.

I guess I should explain the picture as well. This is my friend Kristen's picture (she's on the far left) of some of the girls in our class doing the quintessential Kavoori pose before one of our High Table dinners. I'm going to miss them and the rest of my friends here.

But the bright side? "I'm leaving on a jet plane" and coming back to my friends and family in the States! And I think I'll have a greater appreciation for certain things in America. For example:

Drinking glasses and ice. The glasses they give you in the dining hall and in restaurants are REALLY small -- they look more like large shot glasses. And when you get water in a restaurant, you get about 2 ice cubes per gallon of water. LAME. I want to go somewhere in the States where I can get a massive cup of something when I get back!
The value of the dollar. Basically, the dollar is worth NOTHING here in England. The exchange rate is 1 British pound = 2 American dollars. My money will actually mean something again when I go home! Hooray!
Contact with family and friends. Since my cell phone refuses to cooperate and I'm literally an ocean away, my contact with friends and family has been rather limited. This blog has helped, along with my e-mail and Facebook (for those who use it). But it'll be nice to be able to call people when I want and to see their faces regularly.

I can't wait to see my family and friends at the airport!

Living in a Bubble

2007-08-07T01:41:00.001-07:00

Since the first week I came here, I've said that living at Trinity College is like living in a UGA bubble within Oxford. I dine, travel, take classes, and hang out with UGA students and don't have as many British acquaintances as you might think. I share my time and my experiences with my fellow students here -- it feels as though we just transported a section of the university into the walls of Trinity College.

And that's precisely why it's going to be difficult to go back to UGA. I'm within walking distance of some of the greatest people I've ever met, and when we return to the university, we won't be able to walk 10 feet to each other's rooms. We won't be in the same classes or eat every meal together anymore. We'll be spread out across a campus with 36,000 other students. So when we get back, I'm going to make every effort to keep in touch with these people because they've touched me, and I'm not ready to let them go just yet.

I wish all of the people reading this could meet them and experience what it's like to live in Oxford. Choosing to participate in this program is perhaps one of the best decisions I've made in my life. Going home will be exciting, but I'm going to miss Oxford.

Hairspray -- A Lighthearted Look at the '60s

2007-08-03T12:54:00.001-07:00

About a week or so ago, my friends and I went to see the new "Hairspray" movie, which was probably one of the most entertaining movies I've seen in a long time. And one of the things that stood out the most to me was it's lighthearted approach to segregation and weight issues in the 1960s.

If you listen to the lyrics of the fast paced, get-up-and-dance songs in the movie, you can see how the movie (and the Broadway play) give tough issues a more playful spin.

I can't see / why people look at me / and only see the color of my face / And then there's those / who try to help, God knows / but always have to put me in my place / But I won't ask you to be colorblind / 'cause if you pick our fruit, you're sure to find /

The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice / I can say it ain't so, but darling what's the use / The darker the chocolate, the richer the taste / And that's where it's at so baby run and tell that...
-Seaweed Stubbs, "Run and Tell That" from "Hairspray"

The lyrics and video above are from the song "Run and Tell That," which is sung by the one of the main black characters in the movie. The song is very upbeat and fun to listen to, but it's also discussing the fact that people "look at [him] and only see the color of [his] face." Instead of dancing every day on Baltimore's "Corny Collins Show," Seaweed only gets to dance once a month on "Negro Day."

Or take some of the lyrics to Tracy Turnblatt's "I Can Hear the Bells":

Everybody warns that he won't like what he'll see / but I know that he'll look inside of me...

She doesn't seem to think that her weight will be an issue when it comes to true love. Her possible love interest, Link Larkin, will see the good inside her and it won't matter what she looks like on the outside.

Lucky for the characters and the audience, these problems are easily solved by the time the movie ends. *Spoiler alert* -- Tracy gets the guy and the Corny Collins Show is integrated.

And now these songs keep getting stuck in my head...

Adventures at Warwick Castle

2007-08-03T02:48:00.001-07:00

"Did you see her hem? Six inches deep in mud. She looked positively medieval." -Caroline Bingley, Pride and Prejudice

Yesterday was Journalism Excursion #1: Warwick Castle. We traveled about 45 minutes away to see what was essentially the Renaissance Festival in a 1,000-year-old castle and learn how one would go about marketing a place like this to the general public. I filmed some of the jousting and fighting we got to see before speaking to the one of the PR reps for the castle, which explains the video above. I apologize for the shoddy filming...it's not often I film with my small digital camera.

When I got there, I expected to see tons and tons of tourists with cameras around their necks and small children pulling their parents around. There were plenty to go around, but I didn't expect many of them to be British. That probably sounds completely ridiculous -- I mean, we're in England. But I thought of this castle and others like it as primarily international tourist meccas because I assumed British citizens were used to seeing castles all the time. I thought castles wouldn't be that impressive because they're everywhere in the U.K. -- in the same way, I oftentimes forget that people who live near me go to see Stone Mountain all the time. I can see it from my mom's house and I can hear the fireworks from the Laser Show from my dad's house. It's always been there and I've visited several times in my life, and plenty of my neighbors and friends go often to picnic in, hike through, or just walk around the park.

One of the women in charge of PR for the castle also reiterated this for me. She discussed three different segments of the general population -- older people, nuclear families, and young couples -- and how they try to appeal to those segments. Obviously, most of those people live in England and probably go to Warwick Castle the same way someone who lives in Atlanta would drive about thirty minutes to see Stone Mountain.

Soccer...I mean Football...

2007-08-01T13:38:00.000-07:00

One thing you have to remember about traveling to England is the fact that they have different names for certain things. Cookies are "biscuits." The trunk of a car is called the "boot." Instead of a phone card to call the States, I have a "Dog 'n' Bone" card.

Here's a really big one -- soccer is known as football here and across the world. If you call it "soccer," you get all kinds of dirty looks from passersby. But either way, the sport is "kind of a big deal," to quote Ron Burgundy.

Take, for example, the annual soccer match between the UGA @ Oxford and the Georgia Tech @ Oxford students. Here's a quote from an e-mail from one of the graduate students in my program:

"The players who come back from the game victorious will stand proud whenever THE OXFORD BOWL is invoked. Just think of it: when you’re tailgating in the ATH, or maybe even when you’re old and retired and living in Florida, and someone mentions THE OXFORD BOWL, you can reminisce and bask in the glory of conquest over the Techies."

Unfortunately, we did not pull out a victory over those crazy Georgia Tech kids. But in our defense, we're pretty sure they bribed the ref. And one of our best players, Sam Franco, rolled his ankle the day before the game. And the goals were about 3 feet wide by 2 feet high...which is about the right side for a 7-year-old kid. Wait -- see what I'm doing? Soccer/Football can really take over.

Wordplay

2007-07-30T06:08:00.000-07:00

Ha la la la la/
Listen closely to the verse I lay/
Ha la la la la/
It's all about the wordplay/
Ha la la la la/
The wonderful thing it does/
Because, because I am the wizard of ooh's and ah's and fa la la's/
Yeah the Mister A to Z /
They say I'm all about the wordplay...
-Jason Mraz, Wordplay

My friend Katherine Smith and I spent a little bit of time on Saturday coming up with great words that don't get used very often but should be used in everyday conversation. Here's the start of our list:

superfluous
galoshes
huzzah
cathartic
swell
repertoire
connoisseur
anachronism
apotheosis
hullabaloo
brouhaha
hoi polloi
jargon
antithesis
indubitably

If you have any to add, feel free to post them below or e-mail them to me at claiderbaider@gmail.com.

The Tree Lady

2007-07-28T09:57:00.000-07:00

Life is not seasonal

It's a flowing
fountain
stream

See the reflections
of
nature's beauty

In its clear waters
and
so

purely live

I was lucky enough the other day to meet the author of this poem and receive a copy of it in the card you see pictured here with the poem printed inside.

Who is this mystery poet, you ask? Well, I was introduced to her as "The Tree Lady." She sits on a bench near Christ Church College in Oxford, feeding the ducks and drawing pictures of the natural world around her. Her wizened features and soft-spoken nature make a wonderfully interesting combination. My friend Katherine Smith and I spent at least half an hour talking to her on Friday-- she told us stories of the trees around us and shared her poetry and sketches. I would have provided a picture of her too, but she believes that taking a picture of her steals her soul, and I didn't want to disrespect her beliefs. But she was probably one of the most fascinating people I've ever spoken to.

As we sat with her and listened to her stories, several people walked by and stared at her. Yes, it's human nature to notice someone or something that looks a little out of the ordinary, but more people should take the time to speak to her. She's full of interesting anecdotes and poetry for the person who stops to chat.

The next day, Katherine and I went to the Oxford Botanical Gardens, and instantly we thought about The Tree Lady living there. She did, you know, for 5 years. It's hard to imagine actually living in a botanical garden, but clearly it's possible. And now I can't help but walk by willow trees and think of the story she told about Samantha the willow tree, who has stood behind her bench for years.

Tutorials

2007-07-25T07:55:00.000-07:00

Think about one of your classes at UGA (or at the university you’re attending/did attend). Imagine the crowded classroom – some students texting friends before class starts, others listening to their iPods, some just engaging in loud conversation until the teacher calls the class to attention and starts the lecture. Slowly everyone slouches down a bit in their chairs and listens half-heartedly as the professor drones on about the subject matter.

Now take that same class and remove everyone but two other students and your professor. Suddenly there’s an entirely different dynamic to the class. You find yourself sitting up a little straighter in your seat. The teacher asks the three of you a question, but you can’t resort to avoiding eye contact and hoping someone else in the class will answer (preferably someone who actually read the material for class today) like you usually do. You just have to make some sort of intelligent response and hope the teacher can make sense of your semi-coherent ramblings. Now you know what it’s like to take a class with an Oxford professor.

This can be an intimidating environment because all of a sudden you’re not just a number in a class of 300 people. You’re in the spotlight for an hour once a week. You’re expected to explain Wordsworth’s style of poetry and shades of meaning in Lyrical Ballads, or compare the three Virginia Woolf novels you had to read for this week’s class.

But after you get through the awkward pauses and seemingly impossible questions, you start to feel a sense of accomplishment because you muddled through an excruciating hour-long class every week. Your professor remembers your name at the end of the day and recalls the interesting point you made in your last session. And you have a better knowledge of the subject matter, partly because you’ve become interested in what your small class has been discussing and partly because you had to read the material before class so you wouldn’t sound like an uneducated moron. So perhaps taking this class wasn’t such a bad idea after all...

Oxford: Literal and Figurative Texts

2007-07-24T02:35:00.000-07:00

Normally, when you hear the word "text," you immediately add the word "book" to the end and imagine the long lines and high prices of the books you buy for classes. Having worked at a college textbook store, I know this situation all too well.

But on our second day of class, Dr. Kavoori introduced the notion that everything is a text -- every person, every city, every little detail in society can be read and understood. And for me, living and studying in Oxford has provided me with a whole myriad of texts, both literal and figurative.

The most literal example has been reading the recently-released Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (my copy pictured here). You might be thinking, "This is just a children's fantasy novel -- so what?" I'll admit, I think there's some merit in that statement because yes, it's about a young wizard in his adventures at school. But there's so much more to it than that. The Harry Potter series has addressed so many social issues that it's hard to say it's just a children's novel. For example, prejudice based on blood line plays a huge role in the books. Harry's best friend Hermione comes from two Muggle (non-magic) parents and another student, whose parents are both wizards, calls her a "Mudblood," which is a derogatory term meaning "dirty blood." Suddenly the reader realizes some people (including the main villain in the story) use blood line as a way to unfairly classify people. Then it truly comes to the forefront when the villain starts trying to kill students like Hermione simply because of her Muggle parentage. It's very reminiscent of Hitler's thinking during the Holocaust -- some people must be killed to "purify" society. So are the books still "just for kids"now?

But that's not the only text I've read while I've been here. Probably one of the most fascinating parts of the city is Cornmarket Street, which is literally a two-minute walk from the front gates of my dorm. Once you turn onto that street, it's like a whole different world has opened up in front of you. I've seen several guitarists, electric harp players, and other musicians on the sidewalk, playing their music and hoping people will drop donations into their hats or instrument cases.

There are also a surprising number of teenagers congregating in the streets most days in small circles, giggling and pointing and generally being obnoxious. My brother, sister, and I have termed such kids "feckless teens." They make up a large part of the general congestion of Cornmarket Street, especially when they play cards in the street in front of the local McDonald's or gallivant around with no regard for others' personal space. My apologies for not having a picture of said feckless teens -- I think you can imagine what they're like.

But if you look past the people wandering the street, you can still see the history of the street and the city when you see the Saxon Tower, which is located at one end of Cornmarket Street.

Our speaker before last night's High Table dinner explained that this tower was part of the original wall around Oxford, serving as a bell tower for the adjacent church and a beautiful reminder of what the city used to look like when this was built in 1050 A.D. And Cornmarket Street was (and still is today) one of the most important streets in the city -- because over a thousand years ago, all you needed to have was a church (by the Saxon Tower) and a market (in Cornmarket Street, no surprise there) to make a city. It's as simple as that.

Harry Potter Extravaganza 2007

2007-07-19T08:57:00.000-07:00

This is it! The last book in the Harry Potter series gets released Friday night at midnight, and I couldn't be more excited!! My friends and I will be walking down the road to the local Waterstone's bookstore in the heart of Oxford to claim our pre-ordered, prepaid copies of the final installment. There will be games, prizes, people dressed up as different characters, and of course the actual release at midnight.

What makes this experience really cool beyond just receiving a book we've been anxiously awaiting for years is that there are parties in bookstores in the U.S., the U.K., and presumably any other bookstore releasing the book on Friday night. Sure, we'll get it five hours before those kids back in America, but we're all gathering for the same reason: we want this book and now we finally get our hands on it! We're celebrating the last hoorah (in terms of the book releases) because after this book, that's all she wrote. Literally.

The cover pictured above is the cover of the U.K. Children's edition of the book (which only differs from the U.K. Adult version in its cover art). And people have asked me what's the difference between the American and British versions of the books -- to tell you the truth, I'm pretty sure it's just colloquial stuff that's changed so that American readers don't read things like "biscuit" and think J.K. Rowling is referring to a fluffy, buttery bread product served at southern restaurants. But I'll let you know after I read the British version!

In other Harry Potter-related news, the newest HP movie came out on July 11/12 and I have yet to make my thoughts on the film known to all you readers out there. 2 of my friends and I went to see it the day it came out and thought it was brilliant! (I took this picture of the poster outside the theater on George Street in Oxford after we watched.) Honestly, making comparisons between the books and the movies is becoming redundant and futile because it's difficult to bring a 600- or 800-page book to the big screen without making significant cuts and changes. My sister told me that a friend of hers stopped comparing them a few movies ago for just that reason. In the end credits, it should just say "Inspired by the books by J.K. Rowling," not "Based on the books by J.K. Rowling."

But book/movie comparisons aside, this movie was pretty incredible! The action sequences we all expected were intense and pretty satisfying, and the banter between the characters was great -- mostly because they incorporated A LOT of the quotes from the books, which I give the writers and director a lot of credit for. Nice work, guys.

More to come after I read the final book...until then, I'll probably be pretty incommunicado because once I get my copy of the book, people won't see much of me until I finish. Can't wait!

The Simple Things

2007-07-17T13:47:00.000-07:00

You can offer me a diamond-plated pearl / You can send me all the riches in the world / You can tempt me with the palaces of kings / I'd give 'em back in a big ol' sack and keep the simple things...
-Randy Travis, "The Simple Things"

Confidence

2007-07-16T02:51:00.000-07:00

Here's the assignment: read the chapter you're assigned and relate it to an article you've read or something going on in the world. Simple, right? Yes, superficially, this seems like an easy task. But for those people not comfortable or accustomed to speaking in front of more than a couple of people, leading an in-class discussion can be daunting.

Usually, I fit into that frame. The nervous, slightly quiet student in the class who speaks when spoken to or when she has to as part of her grade. "Miller, O Silent One," as Professor Conrad Fink once called me. But what's great about my Mass Communication class here at Oxford is that I've finally found enough confidence to put my thoughts out there without being so nervous. Today was my day to present my thoughts and connections to Chapter 6 of our "Media, Terrorism, and Theory" book, and as we finished up our discussion, I really felt good about what I'd said and how my classmates responded to my thoughts. And this is the first class I've taken in a long time where I've felt extremely comfortable speaking more than once in class every day. Now for me, this is quite an accomplishment. For other people, this probably isn't that exciting. "Wow, you spoke in class. Good job," someone no doubt is saying. But for me, this merits a blog post.

What might make this post take a more interesting turn (key word: might) is if I write briefly about the subject of our discussion. In this class, we've been discussing the "new and emerging media" and how they cover things like the war in Iraq and other important issues. Culture, nationalism, modernism, and other subjects play into what we talk about every day, which makes for very interesting conversation. In Chapter 6, the author talks about how pervasive the Internet can be and how anyone, from would-be terrorists to university students, can take a stand on an issue in front of a global audience. He also addresses the media's need to balance telling the story/revealing the truth and possibly promoting the terrorists' cause. He quotes another author, saying:

"Television certainly needs to show the cruel face of war -- whether in Iraq or the war on terrorism -- for the sake of truth and accuracy. But TV's hunger for shocking pictures ["If it bleeds, it leads"] is distorting Americans' view of this war, and its excessive use of terrorist video is spreading propaganda of an even more damaging sort. TV outlets run the risk of becoming mindless, amoral communications tools by which terrorists advertise their brutality, enlarge their reputations and belittle those who would protect us."

I referenced this quote in class as well as others from articles I've read on Slate.com because I think this topic is so vital for upcoming journalists to consider. And it's also important for people not in the media to think about these topics as well. I tend to stick up for journalists and their decisions because I am one (an amateur one, writing for a college newspaper, obviously) and my dad is one (he writes for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution). I mostly quoted from a Slate.com article and Anderson Cooper's blog, both of which I encourage others to read before passing judgment on journalists and what they do. We're not perfect, but we're doing our best.

"For I have learned / To look on nature, not as in the hour / Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes / The still, sad music of humanity..."

2007-07-14T12:19:00.000-07:00

Today, we stood where Wordsworth probably stood over 200 years ago as he hiked a few miles above Tintern Abbey to compose his famous poem, "Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798." And yes, that's the exact title of the poem.

Our trip started like any other trip: we rode the bus from Oxford to Tintern Abbey, which is just over the Wales/England border, and walked through the actual abbey itself. It was magnificent in its own ancient, slightly dilapidated way. Obviously it's not a functioning abbey anymore, but that doesn't take away from its appeal.

And it doesn't stop college students touring it from taking crazy pictures. (Elizabeth and I are clearly reliving our former cheerleader days...and yes, I'm making a "T" for Tintern Abbey.)

As my classmates and I walked through the high-reaching arches and grassy expanses, I couldn't help but feel grateful toward the people who built this beautiful scene centuries ago. It's hard to believe that generations of people have walked on these same grounds, seen these same sights, wondered how something so magnificent ever came into existence. And wondered how William Wordsworth expressed all these thoughts and descriptions in his poem.

After eating lunch at the neighboring Anchor Inn, we trekked up the adjacent mountain to see what Wordsworth might have seen as he wrote his poetry. We crossed a bridge and got a spectacular view of the River Wye, the abbey, and the mountainside before starting our hike up the mountain.

Take note, reader, of the large, tree-covered mountainside in the picture above. Beautiful, isn't it? We hiked up the ENTIRE thing, and probably all the way across it. Dr. Mee (my Romantic Lit professor who planned and led the excursion) originally made the trek sound like a short, leisurely stroll up a hill. Well, it may have started that way, but the 3 hour hike didn't finish that way. By the time we made it through the steep, muddy, narrow trail to the top, we were sweaty and exhausted. The mountainside was quite steep and precarious in many places, but the view from the top was spectacular. Think about it -- this is possibly the spot where Wordsworth got the inspiration for his writing. According to my professor, Wordsworth walked 25 miles a day most days, which put him in better shape than all of us today. And the hike up to this spot was probably the short, leisurely stroll up the hill my professor talked about.

Here's a shot from the top:

It was worth it. And the conversation on the hike made it that much more enjoyable.

"I wish I was Spiderman right now -- then I could just swing from tree to tree instead of walk on this stupid trail." ... "But Batman is definitely better than Spiderman -- he's rich, and he's got the Batcave..." -two students in my class
"Look out for the American students I lost on the trail last year." -Dr. Mee
"Suddenly I was known as the man who walked up the mountain carrying his daughter on his back." -Dr. Mee

After 3 hours of stepping around muddy patches and maneuvering through the rocky paths, we all made it back to the Anchor Inn for free tap water and then clamored back into the bus for the ride back to Oxford. We made it back in one piece -- a stiff, achy, accomplished piece.

EDIT 1: Here are the pictures from the trip! Sorry if they're a bit repetitive.

Living in a Tourist Attraction

2007-07-13T14:06:00.000-07:00

I sat in my window seat, reading Northern Lights and occasionally glancing up to watch people walk through the quad below me. Mostly students walking to the adjacent library, the occasional construction worker on his way to scale my building and bang as loud as he possibly could on the roof, just when I'd finally settled into a comfortable position.

But then a small crowd of about 15 students walked through the quad, laden with shopping bags and Oxford paraphernalia. I looked up from my book to see one of the students notice me sitting in the window, and then he did something I didn't expect -- he smiled and waved at me. Naturally, I waved back, but then this prompted a more noticeable reaction from the rest of his group. Everyone saw me waving and returned the favor.

I didn't really know what to think. This was probably the most surreal experience I've had since arriving at Oxford almost two weeks ago. I'm literally living in a place people travel and pay money to see. Since then, I've had one other group of students wave up at me and plenty of random tourists take pictures of my dorm. Some even point up at my window, like, "Look at the Oxford student in her natural habitat!" This is a far cry from living in the dorm my freshman year of college -- believe me, NO ONE would pay to walk around Brumby Hall at UGA. For those of you unfamiliar with my dorm freshman year, let me see if I can sum up Brumby's essence in a few words: it's a cramped, ugly high-rise dorm filled to the brim with girls. You do the math.

Side notes:

I saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix last night and it was INCREDIBLE! A longer review to come later.
My Romantic Lit class gets to travel to Tintern Abbey in Wales tomorrow. Hopefully it's just as beautiful as Wordsworth describes in his poem. Pictures and stories to come later.

Drunks All Around

2007-07-11T14:35:00.001-07:00

So tonight was our high table dinner with Michael Adams, and it was ranks high on the list of most entertaining nights since I've been here. First, he gave a speech about the increased number of university students choosing to study abroad (from 3% of the graduating class in 1997 when he started to now 30%) and made connections between Oxford University and the University of Georgia. He really did his research about Oxford and dutifully noted that it's much older and a bit more prestigious than UGA.

Then after a short question and answer session (mostly students asking about the progress on Tate 2, the expansion of the current Tate Student Center), we headed out on the lawn for champagne and general chatting before dinner. This was great because the girls I sat with had three glasses of champagne each and held their own while talking with the president. I was impressed. But their relatively stable facades quickly disappeared at dinner when they served both red and white wine with the chicken. I forgot just how entertaining drunk people can be until tonight! The most interesting conversations can come out of these encounters.

"Drinking makes such fools of people, and people are such fools to begin with, that it's compounding a felony." -Robert Benchley

"Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut." -Ernest Hemingway

"Woe to those who rise early in the morning to run after their drinks, who stay up late at night till they are inflamed with wine." -Isaiah 5: 11

"Bacchus hath drowned more men than Neptune." -Dr. Thomas Fuller

"When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading." -Henny Youngman
-quotes courtesy of www.quotationspage.com

I think what makes this experience so intriguing is how UGA's infamous drinking culture made its way across the pond to one of the most distinguished universities in Europe. To some extent, I think UGA students are isolated from the rest of the Oxford community -- we live, eat, and attend classes within the gates of Trinity College, so it's easy for us to immediately feel at ease in our own little section of town. And with this comfortable atmosphere (and a lower drinking age) comes the desire to drink. A lot. So while part of me was surprised when my classmates decided that going out to pubs every night was a good idea, the larger part of me subconsciously (and now consciously) expected it.

Today was also interesting because we watched The Motorcycle Diaries in my journalism class. This isn't a movie I'll run out and rent and/or buy, but it was very interesting. It told the story of two best friends (Ernesto "Che" Guevara and Alberto Granada) from Argentina traveling by motorcycle (obviously) through South America on their way to work at a leper colony. Along the way, they meet so many people who have lost everything they had, been kicked off their own land, or by some other unfortunate circumstance become dependent upon their neighbors for survival from one day to the next. Ernesto's letters and diary entries help narrate their adventures along the way and show why he opted not to be a doctor and help lead the Cuban Revolution later in life. Here's a good quote from Ernesto toward the end of the film:

"Even though we are too insignificant to be spokesmen for such a noble cause, we believe, and this journey has only confirmed this belief, that the division of American into unstable and illusory nations is a complete fiction. We are one single mestizo race from Mexico to the Magellan Straits. And so, in an attempt to free ourselves from narrow minded provincialism, I propose a toast to Peru and to a united America."

Tomorrow in class we'll be discussing the answers to this question: "What can you, a child of capitalism, learn from an icon of communism?" Should be interesting. :)

"This isn't Camp UGA"

2007-07-09T12:02:00.000-07:00

In case you were wondering, when you combine copious amounts of alcohol with locking yourself out of your room, bad things can happen. For one kid in my program, it meant climbing out on a ledge, trying to open his window from the outside, and falling 10 feet. Before you think the worst, he's okay -- he didn't remember what happened and they took him to the hospital pretty quickly. He had to get stitches or staples or something in his head, but 24 hours later he was walking around and acting as though nothing had happened. But in the meantime, the assistant director of our program sent out a strongly worded e-mail and gave us a speech tonight before dinner about being responsible while we're here.

"This is not 'Camp UGA.' This is a serious course of study at a prestigious University and an opportunity you should all be proud to have, as I am sure you are. By the same token, we in the administration are not camp counselors -- I say this primarily because I want you to remember that it is neither our interest nor our job to be moral police or to prescribe your actions day and night. We intend and endeavor to treat you as the adults you are, as you well deserve.

That means, of course, that you are solely responsible for your actions, no matter the time of day or night and no matter what, ahem, 'condition' you may be in." -Jamie's e-mail

I mean, I expected most of the kids in my program to drink more while they're here because the drinking age is 18, not 21. But seriously? There's no way that alcohol can impair your judgment that much to where you think the best way to get into your dorm room after locking yourself out would be to climb from one window to the next. That just has BAD IDEA written all over it. Thankfully, nothing worse happened. He seems fine (albeit pretty embarrassed), which is good. Hopefully no one else will do anything close to that for the rest of the trip.

On a lighter note, I'm almost 100 pages into Northern Lights by Philip Pullman, from which the new movie The Golden Compass is based. It's pretty good so far, and after looking at the trailer, I think the movie will be good, too.

And another cool thing on this trip -- Michael Adams will be here on Wednesday to give a speech and join us for our high dinner (he's the president of UGA, for those of you who don't recognize the name). More to come on his visit later.

Filming All Around Oxford

2007-07-07T00:49:00.000-07:00

Reason #12 why I love Oxford: All the filming that goes on here for major motion pictures.

I was first informed of such filming on our walking tour, when Tour Guide Andrew pointed to the different places where they filmed scenes from the Harry Potter movies. My friends and I designated today to be the day we search out all the locations from the movies, so we trekked all over Oxford and happily succeeded in finding what we were looking for!

This first picture was taken at New College...this is where Professor Mad-Eye Moody turns Draco Malfoy into a ferret in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I could practically hear the dialogue from this scene running through my head as we walked in and around the courtyard.

Restricted section, anyone? Scenes from the library, especially in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, were filmed in the Bodleian Library. Walk up the stairs and there are several rooms with books that look just like this.

Here, despite my failed efforts to keep as many people out of the picture as possible, this is where some of the Great Hall scenes for the movies are filmed. The hall was long and beautiful, just as I'd pictured it.

To see the rest of the pictures I took from this outing, you can click here.

But the Harry Potter films aren't the only ones shot on location in Oxford. The other day, my friends and I were lucky enough to witness the crew from the movie The Golden Compass reshoot a couple of scenes from the movie just down the road from our dorm. It takes place in Oxford, and they wrapped shooting about 3 or 4 days before we actually arrived in Oxford, but we were told that they had to come back to do a bit of reshooting before it was completely done. We were hoping for a glimpse of the stars of the movie -- Nicole Kidman, Daniel Craig, etc. -- but we were disappointed when we found out that they weren't there.

So who were they filming if not the actors, you ask?

A cat. But wait, it gets better -- a stuffed cat. Apparently, the cat is important in the movie/book, but we just found it terribly entertaining that they spent so much time and effort filming a stuffed cat. Once I finish reading the book (which is actually called Northern Lights as part of Philip Pullman's 3-book series), I'll let you know more.

They also filmed at the Bridge of Sighs on New College Lane. Here you can see the massive floating lighting they used at night. It was tied with wire to either side of the bridge and they could adjust how much or little light it emitted. It looks like a giant, glowing battery, doesn't it? This was great fun to watch.

I hope more movie crews come while we're here!

Born in the U.S.A.

2007-07-05T03:49:00.000-07:00

Happy late 4th of July to all! As you can probably imagine, there's not a whole lot of July 4th celebration in England, but there were plenty of American students from my program perpetuating the stereotype of the obnoxious American last night. Most notably the drunk student I could hear in the quad outside my window singing the chorus of "Born in the U.S.A."

I also got to speak with my friends and family that I normally spend the 4th with...I miss them and hope they had a blast at the celebrations at Lenox last night. "Is it an alllllll play?"

What's also interesting about the "Born in the U.S.A." reference is its correlation with my international mass communication class with Dr. Andy Kavoori from UGA. This ranks high on my list of favorite classes in college, and that's saying something (considering we've had 3 days of class in total). We sang bits from that song in celebration of the 4th, and one of the kids in my class noted the irony in singing it on the holiday. If you listen to the lyrics, it's clearly referencing the Vietnam War and doesn't really serve as a good patriotic, nationalistic anthem, he said. Good point.

But seriously, this class with Dr. Kavoori is great. Our class is mainly discussion based, and we've got a great class of extremely interesting people. Yesterday, the class invited Kavoori to a local pub called the White Horse for some obnoxious 4th of July celebration, but he told us this morning in class that he couldn't go because he was taking his kids around the city all day on the 4th. One of my more animated classmates, Jen, walks in and immediately yells, "Kavoori! Where were you last night?" The entire class erupted in laughter. Then we went into a detailed discussion of his novel, The Children of Shahida, and how history and memory relate to one another in a book about three generations of an Indian family. The books is really good -- it's told in three parts, with the narrators sharing stories and thoughts on family life, culture, and other topics.

At the end of the discussion, he asked us how we thought he should market his book. "I need to sell about 5,000 copies, so how should I do it?" he asked us. My classmates and I came up with a number of ideas, ranging from easily manageable to completely ridiculous. Here are just a few:

make a video of a scene from the book or make a movie trailer for it and post it on YouTube
go to the Indian Cultural Exchange club at UGA (which is the largest student organization on campus)
find a way onto a tv show like the Today Show or get the book added to Oprah's Book Club list
the idea his son came up with -- rename it Harry Potter and the Children of Shahida
make a Facebook or Myspace group (for those who don't know, these are popular websites for teenagers and college students) to promote it
get it on other book club lists

The possibilities are endless.

EDIT 1: More pictures here!

High Dinners and Harry Potter

2007-07-02T14:40:00.000-07:00

11:34 p.m. Oxford time
Day 2 at Oxford -- Lots to see and do today as we acclimated ourselves a bit more to the town of Oxford. We took a walking tour of the city this morning, taking note of several of the 39 separate colleges that make up the university and their personal libraries and chapels. There were plenty of references to celebrities that attended different colleges and even some Harry Potter locations! Scenes from the hospital wing, the library, and the courtyard where Malfoy was turned into a ferret all reside within New College, University College, and the Bodleian Library. My new friend Michelle and I plan to set aside a day sometime this weekend to fully explore said locations.

Take the building in this first picture for instance -- our tour guide Andrew told us that Hugh Grant and Kate Beckinsale both attended New College, pictured here (more pictures of this building to come later...this was the only part of New College we saw on the walk). This college is also interesting because it's dedicated to the Virgin Mary...that's her in the middle with the Archangel Gabriel on her left and William of Wykeham on the right, who founded the college. Added bonus: behind the left wall is where the Malfoy scene was shot in the Goblet of Fire. As I said, I will be checking that out later.

Our next trip (after Michelle and I stopped in a sandwich shop for lunch) was to the Bodleian Library. Now, I'm going to bore you for a minute with some details about it, so feel free to skip a paragraph or two if you don't care too much about libraries. This one is one of Oxford's 34 libraries and it contains over 12 million books! After the Reformation took its toll on the library (most books with any associations to the Catholic Church were burned), a man called Bodley reinstated it and turned it into a reference-only library and made a deal with the government so that it became a legal deposit library -- it's "entitled to claim a copy of every book and periodical part published in the United Kingdom or the Republic of Ireland," according to our information packet.

Other cool facts about it:

The scenes from the hospital wing and the library in the Harry Potter movies were filmed in it!
The 12 million books are stored in the main building (pictured here) as well as another building across the street and one around the corner. The building across the street has more floors below the street level than above the street, where there are MILES of stacks of books.
When looking for a place to study and to find books, you choose the room that best suits your studies. There are reading rooms designated for different subjects, and if your book isn't located in it, you request it online. But this is the best part: once you order it, it's put in a crate in the underground floor, then put on a conveyor belt underground that sends it to a lift in the main building and a librarian takes it to the proper room. How cool is that?!
When being admitted to use the library, you must recite and sign an oath saying that you will not take a book, set the place on fire, and abide by the rest of the rules. After this, you get a reader's card with your picture on it that must be shown to the porter to get in. Only Oxford students and graduate students with specific needs ("...who need access in order to undertake serious study which they cannot easily do elsewhere") can go in.

We had some free time after the library orientation before meeting the Oxford dons who will be teaching our tutorials (I'll meet with my Romantic Lit professor every Wednesday afternoon from 2:45-3:45) and having our first High Dinner. Everyone dresses "smartly" and we have a 3-course meal with the dons. Tonight's menu:

1/2 Ogen Melon with Earl Grey Sorbet
Poached Barramundi Supreme with Chive Mash, Pea Puree and Asparagus Veloute
Iced Strawberry Souffle

Everything was delicious -- even the second course, which was fish with a layer of mashed potatoes and mashed peas underneath and asparagus cut in inch-long pieces. I'm usually not a fan of fish, but this tasted more like very bland chicken, so it worked. I'm looking forward to next week's Monday-night High Dinner.

Okay, I think I've said enough. And you're probably bored reading all this. So I'm off!

EDIT 1: If you want to see more pictures, just click this link and enjoy!

"A Rainy Day in London Town"

2007-07-01T12:22:00.000-07:00

8:37 p.m. Oxford time
I'm finally here!

Jolly old England. Oxford, to be more precise. I'm staying in a dorm at Trinity College, right on Broad Street in the heart of Oxford. The trip here was...interesting...but it doesn't matter now because I'm loving it here!

The flight from Atlanta to London was pretty enjoyable. We departed at about 6:45 p.m. Atlanta time and arrived earlier than predicted (6:45 instead of the previously anticipated 7:30) early in the morning in London. I've definitely decided that international flights beat the pants off domestic flights -- better (and more) food, a personal screen at every seat, plenty of radio/movie choices, higher ceilings, and flight attendants with British accents in my case. Word to the wise, though -- if you want to sleep sometime on the flight, either take something like Tylenol PM or get a first class seat where you can recline your seats all the way back. Otherwise, don't count on getting much sleep.

Once we arrived, the only real hitch was making it through the passport check-in area and finding our bus to Oxford. The masses of people arriving into Gatwick Airport (including myself and my fellow UGA at Oxford people) stood in long, zig-zagging lines to reach the five or so desks where attendants stamped your passport. It seemed very unorganized if you ask me...

I slept on the bus ride between London and Oxford and woke up when we were heading into the main streets of Oxford. I've taken lots of pictures already, which will be up in the next few days. My single occupancy room with loft next to the Broad Street entrance and the Trinity Library definitely helps lol. And I've already walked along the main parts of town.

My first stops were, of course, at the several bookstores within a block of campus. I reserved my copy of the last Harry Potter book and bought my remaining textbooks. Can I just say that Blackwell's 3-story bookstore makes me so happy -- there should be more bookstores like that in the States!

More to come soon. I'm off to bed. Thanks for reading and I'll post again soon!

Crazy Headlines

2007-03-03T09:19:00.000-08:00

In my news editing class, we've been talking recently about how to write a good headline for a news story. This doesn't seem like a difficult task at first glance--write a complete thought that tells the reader about the main thrust of the article. Easy enough, right?

Well, in some cases, copy editors and page designers who create headlines accidently write ones that have more than one meaning or seem just plain silly. In my Creative Editing textbook, the authors list several "ambiguous and confusing" headlines that were actually printed in newspapers across the country. Check these out:

In the category of stating the obvious, we have:

"War Dims Hope for Peace"
"If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last a While"
"Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures"
"Farmer Bill Dies in House"

Funny Claims:

"Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors" (7-foot doctors or 7 podiatrists?)
"Eye Drops off Shelf" (I'd like to see that)
"Red Tape Holds Up New Bridge" (avoid that bridge at all costs)
"Air Head Fired" (hahahaha)

How could you read these and not stop and think about it?

"Include Your Children When Baking Cookies"
"Kids Make Nutritious Snacks"
"New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group"
"Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead"

I'm Going to England, Baby!

2007-02-10T14:50:00.000-08:00

Dear UGA at Oxford Applicant,

Thank you very much for your application to the Summer 2007 Grady at Oxford Program. We are very pleased to inform you that you have been chosen to participate in the Grady program.

These were the first few lines of the e-mail I received last night letting me know that I've been accepted into the Grady College's summer program at Oxford. I'll admit it--I jumped up and down and called at least 10 people within a 20-minute time frame when I found out. And now I can send in my passport application and reread my copy of Notes From a Small Island by Bill Bryson in preparation for my trip.

"Perhaps I'm too hard on poor old Oxford. I mean it is basically a wonderful place, with its smokey pubs and bookshops and scholarly air, as long as you fix your gaze on the good things and never go anywhere near Cornmarket or George Street."

Stay away from Cornmarket and George Street--check.

"I like wandering up St. Giles to immerse myself in the busy conviviality of Brown's Restaurant--a wonderful, friendly place where, perhaps uniquely in Britain, you can get an excellent Caesar salad and a bacon cheeseburger without having to sit among pounding music and a lot of ersatz Route 66 signs. Above all, I like to drink in the pubs, where you can sit with a book and not be looked on as a social miscreant; where you can be among laughing, lively young people and lose yourself in reveries of what it was like when you, too, had energy and a flat stomach and thought of sex as something more than a welcome chance to lie down for a while."

Thanks Bill.

The Final Chapter

2007-02-02T06:02:00.000-08:00

I can't believe it. It's the beginning of the end of the Harry Potter series as we know it. J.K. Rowling and Scholastic announced yesterday that Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows will be released July 21, 2007, just one week after the fifth movie (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix) premieres. Wow. I can't believe it. You can already preorder the book at Borders or Barnes and Noble.

I really didn't think it would be released so close to the new movie, or even released this summer. It's bittersweet...I want to know what happens in the final book, but then it will be over. For good.

For more information, you can see the New York Times article
or check out Mugglenet.com.

What's the Story, Wishbone?

2007-02-01T12:29:00.000-08:00

"What's the story, Wishbone? Do you think it's worth a look? It kinda seems familiar, like a story from a book..."

It's been argued that child literacy has grown drastically since the release of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series, but I wonder if the PBS series Wishbone had any effect on literacy for people in my generation.

For those of you who never watched it or haven't heard of it, the Wishbone series follows Joe Talbot and his Jack Russell Terrier, Wishbone. Joe lives with his mom (his dad passed away when he was six) in Oakdale, Texas, and spends most of his time playing basketball and hanging out with his two best friends, David and Samantha. As the kids deal with situations in their day-to-day lives, Wishbone relates what's going on in their lives to a great literary classic, like Great Expectations, The Odyssey, and Robin Hood. The show switches back and forth between the real action in Oakdale and the action in the book. Wishbone would usually play one of the main characters in the book and don a costume to complete the look.

I remember watching the show every afternoon and wanting to read the books they featured on the show. In fact, I chose to read The Red Badge of Courage for a book report in middle school simply because the book was used in an episode. I'd be willing to bet that other kids felt the same way. Now, I enjoyed reading to begin with (mostly Nancy Drew books at the time) but I think that watching the show fueled the fire, so to speak. And I think they should definitely put it back on tv (and not just so I can watch it again).

There's a Wishbone website and a Wikipedia entry that discuss the show, and now even a facebook group called "No, I haven't read that great literary classic--but I've seen the Wishbone!" I think that's true for a lot of people, including myself. There were lots of books on the show that I've never read (like Ivanhoe and Silas Marner) but whenever I'm about to read one in a class, I try to remember if there was a Wishbone episode that explained it.

Over the Shoulder

2007-01-29T17:42:00.000-08:00

Kronk nervously glanced around, flooded with indecision. What to do with the emperor? But help arrives conveniently on both shoulders.

Shoulder Devil: Don't listen to him. He's trying to lead you down the path of righteousness -- I'm trying to lead you down the path that ROCKS! Listen up, big guy. I got 3 good reasons why you should just walk away. Number 1: Look at that guy [referring to the Shoulder Angel] -- he's got that sissy, stringy music thing.
Shoulder Angel: We've been through this. It's a harp, and you know it.
Devil: Oh, right. That's a harp, and that's a dress.
Angel: Robe!
Devil: Reason Number 2: Look what I can do! [does a one-armed handstand] Ha ha!
Kronk: But what does that have to do with me?
Angel: No, no -- he's got a point.

As I watch The Emperor's New Groove, I have to wonder: where did the proverbial shoulder angel/devil come from? I did a Google search, and of course good old Wikipedia had an entry about it.

"A shoulder angel is a plot device used for either dramatic or humorous effect in animation. Often accompanied by a shoulder demon, the angel represents one's conscience while the demon represents temptation(s). They are handy for easily showing inner conflict of a character. These are derived from Sigmund Freud's concept of id and superego, where the id stands for basic instinctual desires and the superego for unrealistic adherence to universal morals.

The shoulder angel often looks like stereotypically angelic version of the character, with wings, a robe, a halo, and sometimes a harp. The shoulder demon likewise usually looks like stereotypically demonic version the character, dressed as devils with reddish skin, horns and (sometimes) cloven hooves."

The entry doesn't really say who first used it, but it does mention several instances when it's been used. The Simpsons, Family Guy, several Looney Tunes shorts, some comic strips, and other tv shows have utilized it.

Today's Lyrics (from the Beatles)

2007-01-23T08:08:00.000-08:00

A Hard Day's Night
It's been a hard day's night
And I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright

You know I work all day
To get you money to buy you things
And it's worth it just to hear you say
You're gonna give me everything
So why on earth should I moan
'Cause when I get you alone
You know I feel okay

When I'm home
Everything seems to be right
When I'm home
Feeling you holding me tight
Tight, yeah

It's been a hard day's night
And I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright

This is how I've felt lately. Swamped with work (schoolwork, work for the paper, more work that I'm probably forgetting but will think of eventually...). Ergo fewer posts. Lo siento.

King Quotes

2007-01-15T07:35:00.000-08:00

"Nonviolence is the answer to the crucial political and moral questions of our time; the need for mankind to overcome oppression and violence without resorting to oppression and violence. Mankind must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, agression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love."

"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly."

"Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."

Cultural Events in 2006

2007-01-03T18:04:00.000-08:00

Slate.com never lets me down--there's always some offbeat article, interesting critique, or review of the papers for me to delve into at my whim. This time, it's an article entitled "The most amazing--and disappointing--cultural events of 2006." I know technically we're 3 days into 2007, but I still feel the need to mention this article.

The premise? "Slate asked a number of prominent writers, thinkers, and other luminaries to answer the following question: What cultural event most amazed or disappointed you this year?" And thus, a very amusing, 6-page article was born. Here are some of my favorite events (with subsequent critiques) from the article:

1. Art critic and professor Christopher Benfey said, "The demotion of Pluto disappointed me." The AJC's obituary writer did the article on the subject in the style of an obituary, which I thought was a clever spin for a science-related piece. But yes, I would agree with Mr. Benfey--I, too, was disappointed when I heard that Pluto was no longer a planet. And we weren't the only two--several Facebook groups were created to show the shared disappointment. One of the groups currently boasts 753,189 members. No joke.

2. Author Laura Kipnis discussed "the minor scandal involving hard-punching literary critic Lee Siegel who was suspended from the New Republic after it turned out he'd been anonymously writing glowing tributes to himself on the magazine's Web site." Wow. What I think was highly entertaining about this story was that he blogged those tributes under the name sprezzatura, which means "studied carelessness" in Italian. He also claimed to be "constitutionally childlike" and uses this title as part of his defense. Too funny.

3. Author Megan Marshall was most interested in the "reunion of Nathaniel and Sophia Hawthorne—after a 142-year separation." Nathaniel was buried in America while Sophia was buried in England, but now they reside side-by-side. Awwwww.

4. Executive producer and former reporter David Simon touched on a subject that directly affects me--"the clearest indications yet as to the future of the daily newspaper in America." There were several clashes between the newsroom's desire for accurate, dispassionate, fair reporting and corporate's desire to increase profit margins. The LA Times was the perfect example: the chief editors refused corporate's demands to cut costs and shrink the newsroom staff and were promptly fired because of it. I'm glad they stood up for themselves (and subsequently for others around the country).

I could keep going, but then I'd have to comment on everything in the article, which would take far too long. But I highly recommend reading it...it's very interesting.

Social Awkwardness

2006-12-26T17:09:00.000-08:00

Social awkwardness. Yes, these are two words I know very well. We're good friends, actually. I'm not sure if we're friends because I bring those situations upon myself or if it's just simple misfortune, but I'd rather us not be friends.

Take Christmas Day for example--the trek to my dad's girlfriend's house to eat an "early dinner" and to exchange the presents my dad mandated we buy for her. I'd been dreading this interaction since he suggested the idea a few weeks earlier. I respect my dad's desire for us to be closer with the woman he's about to get engaged to (as well as her young sons) but this is ridiculous. My brother, sister, and I barely know the woman and in order to rectify that, my dad forces us to smile and pretend that her house is the only place in the world we want to be at that moment and that we'd love nothing more than to share stiff conversation with her on several general topics. My brother was amicable, I was cordial, and my sister was stone cold silent.

And I could see/
That she was offended/
She said, "Well, anyway..."/
Just dying for a subject change

So what do I take away from such experiences? Don't force people to be close right away. If you want me to like someone, then let me get to know them on my own terms and in my own time. Don't force me into awkward situations so frequently and expect me to be completely comfortable. That's all I'm asking.

Lists

2006-12-21T11:11:00.000-08:00

1. Three things that scare me:
spiders
heights
a broken heart

2. Three people who make me laugh:
Jimmy Fallon
Tyler Braddy
Captain Jack Sparrow

3. Three things I hate the most:
stupid girls
narrow-minded people
fighting

4. Three things I don't understand:
economics
people who don't try
people who hate to read

5. Three things I'm doing right now:
listening to RENT
thinking up answers to these questions
waiting for David to call me back

6. Three things I want to do before I die:
go to Europe
to love and be loved back
get published

7. Three things I can do:
recite lines from movies I love
sing (not particularly well, but I can)
play basketball

8. Three ways to describe my personality:
introverted
altruistic
compassionate

9. Three things I can't do:
hate you
play the guitar
drive fast

10. Three things I think you should listen to:
your parents
your true friends
the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack...it's awesome

11. Three things you should never listen to:
people who can't sing
Dido
bad advice

12. Three things I'd like to learn:
how to play the guitar
how to surf
how to stop caring so much about what other people think

13. Three favourite foods:
french fries
buffalo chicken sandwiches from Charley's
gyro wrap platters from Great Wraps

14. Three beverages I drink regularly:
water
chocolate milk
Mountain Dew Code Red

15. Three shows I watched as a kid:
Boy Meets World
Salute Your Shorts
Hey Arnold!

Christmastime at the Miller House(s)

2006-12-20T14:05:00.000-08:00

I've been back in the Snellville/Stone Mountain area for a few days now, and already my trip home has been quite the experience.

First of all, I'd like to point out that while I don't enjoy the very commercialized aspects of this holiday (i.e. the shopping frenzies, the commercials for Christmas sales on tv, the Christmas music on 94.9 FM starting in October, etc), I do enjoy putting up the few Christmas decorations we have and putting up the Christmas tree. That being said, let me say that I'm pretty much the only one in my family who does. My mom gets into in once I do, but otherwise, I'm all alone in that respect.

So on Sunday, my mom and I brought the decorations down from the attic and I put them around the house. I tried to hide the box containing all of our contruction paper stockings, wreaths, and Santas from elementary school, but my mom has a radar for that sort of thing. I'm surprised she still keeps some of it. Nevertheless, she found the box under some other boxes (it wasn't placed there unintentionally, mind you) and displayed said decorations prominently in the kitchen. Now when people come visit, they can look at my artwork and see that I couldn't write my name in a straight line at age 5. I'm doing better now, you'll be happy to know.

Our next task? Find a Christmas tree a week before Christmas. This was a harder task than we previously anticipated, but we did eventually find one. I don't think you could call it a "tree" exactly...it's shorter than I am (I'm 5' 7") and looks more like a Christmas bush. Or maybe we could call it a "fun-sized tree." My brother (who's about 6' 4") said it best -- "If it were a fish, we would have thrown it back." Too true.

I've done a few other things since coming back...I went to the dentist and had a strange woman clean my teeth and tell me that I just need to floss more. Of this fact I'm well aware; what I wasn't aware of was how easily my dental hygenist could carry on a one-sided conversation with me about the importance of flossing and how an electric toothbrush is so much better than a regular one. "Why am I telling you this?" she'd say, and without looking for a response, she'd immediately finish, "I'll tell you why..." Honestly, I didn't really need to be in the room for her to talk. She just kept going and going...eventually she made a note on her records not to cover teeth whitening with me the next time I come since she'd told me everything there is to know about the subject in a span of 30 minutes.

I also saw the movie "The Holiday" with a few friends. Good movie--a chick flick, yes, but still good. I was surprised to see Jack Black in it, and not as one-half of Tenacious D but playing a man who composes the music for movies for a living. What a cool job! It was a tad long, but worth seeing.

Finally, my brother came home last night, which is awesome. We jammed to Journey this morning (by the way, search YouTube for their "Separate Ways" video because it's terribly entertaining) and then went to a nearby park to play frisbee and walk around. After tossing it around for a while, we took a short walk on one of the trails and came back to find his Duke frisbee and the light jacket I was wearing gone. What? In a small park in Gwinnett County? Apparantly so. They were sitting by a picnic table on the ground, but someone decided to take them anyway. LAME.

And so, for the rest of my holiday, I will be writing soon while travelling between my dad's house, my mom's house, my dad's girlfriend's house (awkward), and my high school friends' houses. Hope everyone has a great holiday!

This Day in History: Basketball

2006-12-15T16:32:00.000-08:00

The "This Day in History" part of my Google customized homepage was great today--on December 15th, 1891, James Naismith invented the game of basketball. It reads:

James Naismith Invents Basketball (1891)
"Looking for a way to relieve the boredom of his students during indoor gym class, Naismith nailed a peach basket to each end of a gymnasium, created 2 teams of 9 players, and thus invented basketball. Basketball was inspired in part by a game Naismith had played as a child, called Duck-on-a-Rock. One month later, Naismith published rules for the game, which did not allow for what is known today as dribbling; players had to move the ball up the court via a pass. ollowing each "goal" a jump ball was taken in the middle of the court. Although it wasn't a rule, players would commonly use the dust of coal to cover the palms of their hands, allowing them to get a better grip on the ball. The coal palm was used up until the early 1930s when the Depression hit, making the raw materials very pricey. Also interesting was the rule surrounding balls out of bounds - the first player to retrieve the ball received possession."

Today I honor you, Mr. Naismith, because I don't know what life would be like without this great sport. Everyone in my family played basketball, and my dad used to coach it when he was a history teacher (before he became a journalist).

Also in honor of this post, I salute the Duke men's basketball team on their excellent season so far. They lost some great players (like Sheldon Williams) but they've got some great players still there (like DeMarcus Nelson). Here's their record so far:

Duke 96, Shaw University 45
Duke 92, N. C. Central 63
Duke 86, Columbia 43
Duke 72, Georgia Southern 48
Duke 75, UNC Greensboro 48
Duke 71, Air Force 56
Duke 62, Marquette 73 (our only loss so far)
Duke 75, Davidson 47
Duke 54, Indiana 51
Duke 61, Georgetown 52
Duke 57, Holy Cross 45
Duke 69, George Mason 53

Keep up the good work, gentlemen.

Buyback Time Once Again

2006-12-13T19:14:00.000-08:00

At the end of every semester, students can go back to the bookstores to sell their books back for cash. Don't want to see that chemistry book ever again? No worries--get rid of it and get some money in return. So I find myself back at the bookstore once again to buy your books back and get some cash money for Christmas presents in the process.

As the days go by, I've started to notice some trends among my fellow students. Hey, you stand at a counter at the front of the store for a few hours every day and you tend to pick up on little things.

People tend to avoid reading signs. I've got to admit, I've been guilty of this one myself. But it does bring a smile to my face when people try to pull on the front door when you really should push if you hope to go any further. Especially when there's a sign on the door that says "PUSH." Or even better--when we're closing for the night and people try to open both doors at the front of the store when they're locked. The confused almost-customer tries both doors again, then turns his attention to the open/closed sign with the CLOSED tab visible and our hours clearly listed. Comprehension dawns on his face as the lights go out and the last employees drive away. Way to go, champ.
Some people might want to look in the mirror one more time before leaving the house. Ugg boots and Soffe shorts? Not a choice I'd make, but some girls do it. Hopefully they were rushing out the door and grabbed the first pair of shoes they could find on their way out. More than likely, however, they thought it looked cool. Poor things.

Hmmm...that's all I can come up with at the moment...more to come later I'm sure...maybe when I'm not worried about another final exam...

Exams, Real Men of Genius Style

2006-12-06T14:27:00.000-08:00

"Today we salute you, stressed out college student during exam week. As you sit in your lonely cubicle in the library, doped up on Starbucks and Aderol, you think to yourself, 'Am I ever going to need to know this stuff in life?' The distractions are tempting, and you have suddenly diagnosed yourself with ADD, along with advanced delusionary schizophrenia with involuntary narcissistic rage. I'm sure by now you know exactly what everyone is doing because you have checked your buddy list 800 times. Christmas break is just days away, and your Prozac prescription will be in tomorrow. So crack open an ice cold (root!) beer after that last exam, because for most of us, Christmas will be spent in rehab." -Real Men of Genius

I dedicate this post to all those taking final exams starting this Friday (or for my high school friends, a week or two from now). I think the Real Men of Genius guys hit the nail on the head here--change "buddy list" to "facebook" and change "cubicle in the library" to "table in the SLC" and you've got a relatively accurate representation of finals week at UGA. Especially the part about getting easily distracted; I was studying for my 19th century British prose final a few minutes ago, but the internet seemed a little more interesting somehow. Or take this past Saturday for example--did I study hard all day? Of course not. Christmas (or Hanukkah in Alison's case) shopping seemed much more appealing. ;)

Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta

2006-11-27T17:17:00.000-08:00

It's Time

2006-11-18T07:06:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving draws near and it's time.
It's time to visit my Thanksgiving home.
It's time to fly to Connecticut to see my dad's relatives.
It's time for my dad to ask us if we've packed everything...and then ask at least 3 more times before we leave.
It's time for the hustle and bustle to get to the airport.
It's time for my dad to give the same "make-sure-to-say-please-and-thank-you-and-offer-to-help-out" speech he gives every year without fail.
It's time to watch my luggage ride the conveyor belt and disappear, only to reappear in the tiny Hartford airport hours later.
It's time to listen to the same computerized voice tell us when to get off the train. "The next station is Concourse B, Concourse B. Concourse B is the next station."
It's time to fidget in my seat at the gate and wait for our section to be called to board the plane.
It's time to watch the old safety video with the same actors who are unusually calm during the simulated emergencies.
It's time to tell the flight attendant that yes, peanuts would be nice and a Sprite would be great, thanks.
It's time for my sister to make fun of me for one thing or another...she doesn't get to do that daily anymore with me being in college, so she uses her time well when we are together.
It's time to descend into Hartford and then have to remain seated at the gate for at least 20 minutes before we can get off.
It's time to watch for our suitcases and get mad when ours take the longest to come out.
It's time to look for Uncle Bill waiting to greet us and drive us to his house.
It's time to see the familiar landmarks along the way and wonder how my family has changed since last year.
It's time for big hugs and "How are you?" and "Look how much you've grown!"
It's time for Aunt Janet's cooking: several batches of pancakes, chocolate chip cookies, pumpkin muffins, and the Thanksgiving feast.
It's time for hours of video games and ping pong in the basement.
It's time for watching the snow fall through the bay window and hurrying outside to enjoy it.
It's time to catch up with relatives I haven't seen in a year and answer the same questions about college and what I want to do with my life over and over again as more family arrives.
It's time to see just how similar my dad and his brothers are.
It's time to listen to crazy stories from their youth and imagine what they were like as kids.
It's time for games of poker every day with my uncle's customized poker chips and his usual, "Come on guys--one more game. Just one more game."
It's time to appreciate the Miller family traditions that never let me down.
It's time to fly back to Atlanta and wish that Thanksgiving wasn't so far away.
It's time to eat at Applebee's for dinner and head back to my dad's house.
It's time to go to sleep and dream about next year.
It's time.

Too Many Books

2006-11-09T13:49:00.000-08:00

Books to the ceiling,
Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them! How I need them!
I'll have a long beard by the time I read them.
-Arnold Lobel

I saw this quote online the other day, and I think it suits me. No, I'm not going to have a beard seeing as I'm a girl, but technicalities aside, I do have a pile of books that I need to read. I try to keep one with me everywhere I go--you'd be surprised how often you find yourself sitting on the bus, or with a large gap between classes, or any number of places where a good book comes in handy.

Just a few books in my pile:

The rest of Stephen King's Dark Tower series. See the description below for more details.
Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire. Yes, this is the book that inspired the musical by the same name. I own the book--it was a Christmas gift from last year--but I haven't had a chance to read it yet. That's my next task once the Dark Tower is done with my soul haha.
Maus by Art Spiegelman. 2 of my friends have recommended this to me. It's a graphic novel depicting the Jews as mice and the Nazis as cats...I'm told it's brilliant and moving.

Here are some books that I would recommend:

Stephen King's Dark Tower series. Honestly, he wasn't an author I planned to read, but a few of my book-loving friends convinced me to try him out. It's a 7-book series with a very diverse set of characters from different wheres and whens coming together in search of the elusive Dark Tower (shocker). I envy King's imagination--especially when I read these books. They're very long but well worth the read.
Anything by Bill Bryson. As I've noted in previous posts, the man is brilliant. I've read 3 of his books and I own 5, but I'm in the midst of the Dark Tower series...
The Keeper's Son and Rocket Boys by Homer Hickam. If you ever saw the movie "October Sky," then you'll know the name Homer Hickam--that movie was based on the book Rocket Boys and it's an excellent read. So is The Keeper's Son, which takes place in a small coastal town in WWII. I really like fiction that takes place in small southern towns...throw in the beach and you've got me hooked already.
Fact, Fiction, and Folklore in Harry Potter's World: An Unofficial Guide by George Beahm. As an anglophile and an avid Harry Potter fan, I must recommend this book. Beahm tackles 4 main categories: Fabulous Beasts, Wizards Through the Ages, All Things in the Magical World, and Enchanting Places; he gives detailed descriptions (all in alphabetical order by subject) and important background information for all the entries that give the average Potter fan more understanding into the beasts, characters, things, and places J. K. Rowling writes about. Excellent read.

Next Blog >>

2006-11-04T16:03:00.000-08:00

Have you ever clicked the "next blog>>" link at the top of the page? I did just now and saw this quote posted prominently on a blog entitled "headlines on things that matter":

"I'm old enough to be satisfied with what I have, and young enough to still want more; Lucky enough to have been really stupid and lived to tell about it--cursed enough to have a good memory; Intelligent enough to understand that I still have a lot to learn, and ignorant enough to continually prove to myself that I still haven't."

I like it. :)

Weird Places to Answer the Phone

2006-10-26T11:11:00.000-07:00

Is it just me, or do some people answer their phone in weird places? A few weeks ago, I went to the bathroom in Target and heard one half of the phone conversation of a girl a few stalls down. It happened pretty frequently when I lived in a dorm my freshman year, too. Today I was trying on jeans at Kohl's when I heard a girl answer her phone in the dressing room across from mine.

It's always interesting when the person calling finds out where their friend answered from. In my experience, either they find it terribly amusing or really strange. "Yeah hahahaha I'm in the bathroom hahahaha," I heard the girl in the stall say. "Yeah I'm in the dressing room right now...no that's not that weird! I just thought you were calling for something important so I answered..." Brilliant reasoning right there. Just brilliant.

When I worked at the Off Campus Bookstore, I always hated it when people answered the phone while checking out. It's frustrating when I'm trying to tell someone what their total is and they proceeds to tell their friend to "hang on a second" and then ask me to repeat what I've just said. Checking out can be a quick process when you actually pay attention to the cashier. And you can always call them back--that's one of the benefits of cell phones.

You Know You've Had A Good Weekend When...

2006-10-23T10:26:00.000-07:00

...You work on your article over the weekend and come Monday, your hard work has paid off and your story runs in the Red & Black.
...You go home to see your sister's play (You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown) and she rocked. And you got to see your brother and grandmother too, since they're in town for the same play. And there are pictures.

Aww look at Catherine...she played Sally. And she was great!!

My dad and my sister

Catherine and Charlie Brown (aka Derek Chamberlin)

Catherine and Lucy (aka Rachel Templeton)

...You go visit one of your friends as she walks in the Breast Cancer 3-Day walk. And there are pictures from this one, too.

Alison!

I like this one.

...You're not that bummed about the weekend ending because Fall Break starts Wednesday afternoon. Faaaantastic.

Bill Bryson

2006-10-17T08:00:00.000-07:00

I write this post today in honor of Bill Bryson. If you haven't read him before, start now. As in I'm giving you permission to stop reading this post right now if you feel the need to run out to your local Borders and purchase one of his many fabulous books.

I was first introduced to this man and his brilliant writing skills when my brother gave me "Notes from a Small Island" for Christmas last year. Bryson grew up in America but lived in England for a substantial portion of his adult life. Before returning to America, he decided to make one last trek through the whole of England, detailing several funny anecdotes from different towns along the way. I carried that book around and read it whenever I got the chance. Since then, I've also read "A Walk in the Woods" and started "Bryson's Dictionary of Troublesome Words: A Writer's Guide to Getting it Right." I own a few other Bryson books, but I haven't started them yet because I have this Dark Tower series to finish first (I'm on book 3 out of 7, in case you were wondering)...

And now Bryson has come out with another book for our reading pleasure. Just the title alone makes you want to buy it and add it to your bookshelf-- it's called "The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid." Doesn't that sound cool? I can't wait to get this book. Here are a few quick reviews of the book:

“Bill Bryson’s laugh-out-loud pilgrimage through his Fifties childhood in heartland America is a national treasure. It’s full of insights, wit, and wicked adolescent fantasies.” –Tom Brokaw, NBC News
“While many memoirs convey a bittersweet nostalgia, Bill Bryson’s loving look at his childhood in The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid is genuinely sweet. Framed within young Bryson’s fantasy of being a superhero, it matches the author’s sparkling wit with his vivid, candid memories of 1950s America. Adding a healthy dose of social history, Bryson tells a larger story, with vignettes that reveal the gap between America’s postwar glow and its underlying angst. Bryson also touchingly recalls his father’s career as a sportswriter, his mother’s awkward experiments with cooking and the outrageous adventures of his infamous traveling companion, Stephen Katz.”–Publishers Weekly, Fall Preview

So I must thank my brother for recognizing that I'm an anglophile and giving me a book by another anglophile for Christmas. And now I pass my love on to you, reader. Pick up a Bryson book and read. Now.

Lack of Updates

2006-10-09T17:25:00.000-07:00

My apologies, avid Claiderbaider Methodology readers, for not updating recently. Turns out I'm allergic to tests and papers and quizzes, which have been prevalent over the past week or so (and which I believe have caused my slight sickness as of late). I'll update soon...

In the meantime, here are a couple of pictures I took a while ago when I went bowling with the OCBS crowd...I miss these guys...

me, Maran, and Tyler

Laura Milner, Maran, and Jeanna

the quintessential tyler picture

awww Sakeenah and the baby

tyler looks intense

Today's Lyrics (from Jason Mraz)

2006-09-28T21:18:00.000-07:00

Selected Lyrics from "You and I Both"

Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
Taking your advice and I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright light turns to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me

Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Others only read of the love, of the love that I loved

And it's okay if you had to go away
Oh just remember the telephones, well they work both ways
But if I never ever hear them ring
If nothing else I'll think the bells inside have finally found you someone else
And that's okay
Cause I'll remember everything you sang

Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
And others just read of
And if you could see me now well then i'm almost finally out of
Finally out of
Well I'm almost finally, finally out of words

Just in Time

2006-09-24T10:39:00.000-07:00

Tony Bennett is one of my favorite singers, so I was very excited to see him on the front of the "Arts and Books" section of the AJC this morning. The article focuses on his new album "Duets: An American Classic," which is set to come out on Tuesday. Check out this list of people he's singing with on the new album:

Bono
Michael Buble
Elvis Costello
Celine Dion
Dixie Chicks
Billy Joel
Elton John
Juanes
Diana Krall
k.d. lang
John Legend
Paul McCartney
Tim McGraw
George Michael
Sting
Barbara Streisand
James Taylor
Stevie Wonder

It's amazing that at 80 years old (his birthday was August 3, the day before mine), he can still sing so well and collaborate with so many famous artists.

My favorite quotes from the article:

"So he comes to the studio prepared, expects his partner to do likewise, and after a little relaxation and rehearsal, the idea is to nail it —- 'three or four takes and you have it.' (You may have heard a song by Bennett about leaving his heart in San Francisco. That version released in 1962? One take.)" Wow. One take. That's amazing.
"'He completely shaped pop music,' singer K.D. Lang once said. 'You hear his influence and his phrasing everywhere.'"

Headlines

2006-09-21T12:44:00.000-07:00

Headlines. Every story has one. It has to sum up the main thrust of an article in just a few words, depending on the amount of space the story gets. And I thought it was interesting that something as simple as a headline could be considered unethical. But my media ethics professor pointed out that some can be more inflammatory and one-sided than others. Take, for example, the front page news of the AJC vs. that of the New York Times yesterday. Both papers covered the speeches that Bush and Ahmadinejad made, but they used very different headlines to describe the events.

AJC: "Bush Calls Out Iran: Tough speech at U.N. labels regime a threat to peace."
NYT: "Leaders Spar Over Iran's Aims and U.S. Power."

See the difference? As much as I love the AJC and defend it (especially since my dad writes for it), my professor made a good point. Their headline is one-sided and borderline inflammatory, whereas the NYT headline covers both sides of the story. And that's our duty as journalists--to get the whole story to the public, not just one side of it. We need to be more careful about covering both sides and letting the readers make judgments on their own.

Ribbons

2006-09-19T08:33:00.000-07:00

Every so often, when I have a large break between classes or I just need something to occupy my time after I've read the paper, I check Banterist.com. Writer Brian Sack writes all sorts of stories, from interviews with the guy who created the "Tiny House/GEICO" commercial to conversations he's overheard in New York. But I particularly like the article and website devoted to ribbons. Yes, the "support (fill in the blank)" ribbons people so frequently plaster on the back of their cars.

"See? We can make a difference. That difference starts with you. Don't be discouraged by the seemingly overwhelming task ahead of us. Though there are countless un-ribboned causes--like Fat Acceptance and Dandruff Pride--we can come up with ribbons for all of them. But we need you to help. "

You can read the article here and check out the website where you can custom-design your ribbons here.

Today's Lyrics (from the musical "Wicked")

2006-09-17T14:59:00.000-07:00

Selected Lyrics from "For Good"

I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led to those
Who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return

Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better
Because I knew you
I have been changed...for good

Post Secret

2006-09-14T17:00:00.000-07:00

My friend Alison is addicted to Post Secret, which, for those of you who don't know, is "an ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard." There's a book out filled with them and there's a blog that updates with new ones every Sunday. Some of them are really sad, some are funny, some are serious, some are just downright scary. I decided to look at the website this afternoon and here are a few of my favorites:

I'm an anglophile. And I love Spongebob. I do believe it's evident why I like this one.

Awww. Too cute.

Yesss. Story of my life!

There are a lot more on the blog, and they change them every Sunday. Check them out!

Baby Steps

2006-09-13T13:58:00.000-07:00

As of late, I've realized just how afraid I am of challenging myself. I'm afraid to take really hard classes. I hesitate to challenge where I am in my faith because I'm content to stay right where I am. I'm afraid to go past the "Easy" setting in Guitar Hero. And I'm afraid to tell people how I feel about something because I'm afraid of their reaction. If I have something on my mind, I can write about it, tell the friends that it doesn't affect, think about it at great length. But when it comes to telling them, I chicken out. At first, I set a deadline. "I'll talk to them about it tomorrow when I see them." But the time comes and I freeze. I can't bring myself to express what's going on inside.

Once I find my comfort zone, I stay there and tell myself that I'm content where I am--why mess with a good thing, right?

Wrong.

It's easy to stay right where you are, to convince yourself that if you just continue on the track you're on, things are going to be okay. But how do you grow as a person if you're content to stay exactly where you are for the rest of your life? Let me answer my own question--you don't. So now that I've realized this, where do I go from here?

Baby steps. I'm working on it one little step at a time. For example, I played a few select songs on Guitar Hero on the "Medium" setting today. I know that sounds lame, but I'm trying. And I went to a Bible study group last night...I'd never been to one before last night. But I tried it, and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. Like I said--baby steps.

Childhood TV

2006-09-09T21:13:00.000-07:00

Ah, the magic of dvds! My friend David and I went to Target last weekend and came across a bunch of dvds of shows from our childhood. Here are some of my favorites:

The Animaniacs. Who didn't love this show? Yakko, Wakko, and Dot; Pinky and the Brain; Buttons and Mindy; Slappy the Squirrel; "It's time for another good idea, bad idea..."; "Wheel of Morality, turn, turn, turn...tell us the lesson that we should learn." Brilliant.

Chip 'n Dale Rescue Rangers. 2 chipmunks, 2 mice, and a fly making the world a safer place. It was one of my favorite shows and now they've put it on dvd. FAAANTASTIC.

Tailspin. Baloo and the gang flying planes around. I always really jealous of Kip's board that he used to fly behind the plane on. It was so cool!

The Muppet Show. Kermit, Miss Piggy, Fozzie Bear, Gonzo the Great. The whole gang's here. And this dvd is the original muppet show that debuted in the 1970s, which is so entertaining.

Pinky and the Brain. "Pinky and the Brain, yes Pinky and the Brain. One is a genius, the other's insane..." "Gee Brain, what are we going to do tonight? ... The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try and take over the world!"

There you have it. There are tons more, but those are the ones we saw last weekend. More to come later I'm sure.

Side note: I must admit that I was VERY distraught when I found out that they're not releasing any more Boy Meets World seasons on dvd. There goes my collection...

"I Don't Wanna Be A Stupid Girl"

2006-09-08T11:17:00.000-07:00

I opened up the Red and Black this morning, as I do every morning as I walk to class, and what did I find? An editorial from a girl that needs a serious attitude adjustment.

Right smack dab in the middle of the editorial section, sophomore Eli Dillard wrote that our generation (of men) is devoid of manners and politeness. Apparently, men aren't allowed to sit on the bus unless every single female is sitting. Wait, what? What sort of logic is that? In my humble opinion, I think that members of both sexes should be able to sit. I believe that's the point in riding the bus--sitting as it takes you to your destination (gender aside). It's nice if a guy offers his seat to me, but I don't think it's something that all girls should automatically expect.

She then moves into a more feminist approach, saying that since women can vote and hold office now like men, we should have the doors opened for us by those men. To me, that seems a bit contradictory. We're equals but men should open doors and give up seats? I don't think so.

Towards the end of the piece, she briefly turns the blame to women. She says that girls objectify themselves by the way they dress and behave, ergo men don't respect women who don't respect themselves. But wait...it gets better...she says that if men had boobs, they'd do the same. Suuure. So women might be to blame, but men would be to blame either way. Uh huh.

So here's what I think: If guys want to open the door for me or give up a seat on the bus, then so be it. That's nice. I'll thank them for the gesture. BUT it's not disrespectful (in my opinion) if they don't. I don't think men sit there and say, "Hmm...I think I'll be selfish and keep sitting in my seat on the bus today." Besides, girls can open doors and offer seats too. What if some guy with a broken leg and crutches gets on the bus and can't find a seat because all the girls have to sit? What then? I'll tell you what then- you give up your seat so that the guy with the broken leg can sit.

And for Miss Dillard's (and current or future boyfriend's) sake, I hope she's not one of those girls who always has to stay sitting in the passenger's side of the car until the boyfriend comes around and opens the door (and potentially gets mad at the boyfriend when he fails to do so). Last time I checked, I learned how to open the door for myself when I was a kid. I'm sure she did too. Again, it's a nice gesture that I appreciate, but not something entirely necessary. Polite? Yes. Disrespectful? Nope.

Confused.

2006-09-06T19:53:00.000-07:00

I've found that the best way to understand everything that's going on in my jumbled head is to write. That's just how I've always handled things...I think and analyze and write out what I'm feeling so that I can make sense of it all. So if you're reading this and you don't want to hear about the complications in my life, then I advise you to stop reading right...about...now (I'll post something of a lighter nature soon, I promise).

So tonight I went to the Wesley Foundation for the second time. There are a couple of people that I've known since freshman year who go...I've heard them talk about it but I never had any interest in going. But this semester I came more closely in contact with it, since my then boyfriend and several of his friends were active members.

Now, I'm a member of the Catholic Church, and I have been since I was baptised (a few months after I was born). I went to Sunday School (CCD as it was called) through the 8th grade, and I was confirmed before I went to a Catholic high school in Atlanta. I go to Mass every Sunday morning and I'm proud to be a Catholic.

Wesley, however, is slightly different from what I'm used to in an organized religion. At Mass, we have a certain routine and structure that we follow. The priests are in vestments, there's an altar and a crucifix...it's formal and structured and I've always liked that. But Wesley is different...there's a minister who gives a sermon, but he's in jeans and a polo shirt instead of formal robes. They sing songs like we do, but the songs I'm used to are more like hymns. When I went to Wesley for the first time and heard their music, the first words that popped into my head were "rock concert for Jesus." If Jesus were around today and he wanted to rock out loud, then he would go to Wesley. And that's not a bad thing--it's just very different from what I'm used to. It's tailored for college students, which is something I think the Catholic Church could work on.

The first time I went to Wesley was a week ago today, but my reaction then was different from the one I had after tonight's service. When I left last week, I started to get mad. I don't think I was mad at anything or anyone in particular, but suddenly I found myself in a really bad mood. I couldn't explain it. All I knew was that Wesley and the Catholic Church are both Christian institutions, but they are very different in practice. And I couldn't figure out how I felt about the service I had just attended. It was nice...I liked the message that the minister gave, I saw all the people that I have known for a while as well as some friends that I had made in recent months, and my opinion on the music was still up in the air. But after careful consideration (over a couple of days), I felt torn between the two institutions. I've always loved the Catholic Church--like I said, I'm very attached to it and proud of it and I enjoy going to Mass. But Wesley wasn't so bad, either. I liked the sense of community I felt (it was an everyone-knows-everyone-else sort of thing, which I admire) and the message in the sermon (if that's the proper term for it...we call it a "homily" in the Catholic Church). To some extent, I felt that truly enjoying Wesley would be an insult and a betrayal to the big part of me that's attached to the Catholic Church. And because I was afraid that it would be more like Life Teen Mass, I was ready to dismiss the service before I even set foot in the door. And for that, I'm ashamed and sorry. Being judgmental is something that Christians are taught to avoid, and there I was on my high horse, assuming that attending a service at Wesley wouldn't be as great as going to a Mass in the Church. My boyfriend and I discussed what we felt that night and ended up breaking up based on our separate religious affiliations and the consequences of staying together despite our beliefs.

So I decided late Friday night that I needed to give Wesley another chance. If I could legitimately get something out of the sermon and apply it to my daily life, if I could somehow grow in my faith thanks to a service like that, then I should try to go again. I shouldn't condemn it just because it takes me out of my comfort zone and shows me a different aspect of Christianity. And knowing how much it meant to my ex-boyfriend and several of my friends (and many of his, too) also drove me to abandon my assumptions and judgments and give it another go. I just got back not too long ago, and I realized that I liked Wesley more than I expected, mostly because of the message that I got out of it. The music still throws me off, especially when people start putting their hands in the air and nodding their heads to the beat. Again, it's not a bad thing, it's just a different way to worship the same God. So I guess what I'm getting at is that I still feel torn between the two. I'm lost and confused, as it were, and I don't like it. Do I keep attending Wesley? Do I just stick to Mass? Do I do some combination of the two--but then which do I associate myself with? I don't know. What I do know is that I'm terribly sorry for judging and condemning Wesley the way I did. I'm so sorry.

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Gold Watch and Chain lyrics
Darling how can I stay here without you?
I have nothing to ease my poor heart
All the world, it seems sad, dear, without you
Tell me now that we never will part

I will pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
I will pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that you'll love me again.

And so it begins...

2006-09-06T12:52:00.000-07:00

First entry of the new blog...and I don't know how to begin. Thanks to Brian and Tyler for inspiring me to make the blog, and especially to Brian for helping me come up with the name.

And now an explanation behind the name "Claiderbaider" : My best friend Amy and I used to babysit for our neighbor, Drew. So one time Amy tried to get him to say "Claire Bear," but it came out more like "Claiderbaider." And the name stuck, somehow. Amy's family still calls me that to this day.

So what's new with me, you ask? Well, I just got my new assignment from the Red and Black. I'm going to interview a doctoral candidate in the department of anthropology about her 1-year scholarship to study in Mozambique. How cool is that? I'm interviewing her tomorrow and one of her professors on Friday. My editor said that it should run sometime early next week, so be sure to watch the Red and Black (or check the online archives for it)!

But alas, I must leave you to do homework. I have a good amount of reading to do before the day is through.