tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76707166611425589882024-02-06T18:30:20.529-08:00For Lack of a Better WordSophie Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08965658452337959536noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670716661142558988.post-67500420814419105272012-03-27T10:03:00.001-07:002012-12-04T19:55:24.603-08:00Hunger Games<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Hunger Games</i>, the movie everyone has been talking about, hit theaters last Friday. As a fan of the books, I joined a few of my friends at the midnight showing. Since the hype over these books and movie as been compared to that of the Twilight series, I was afraid I would be seated among a sea of squealing pre-teens. While, this was to an extent true, there were also a smattering of male moviegoers, which made me feel slightly better about my choice in books.<br />
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Just in case you didn't know. <i>The Hunger Games</i> is set in the dystopian Panem (formerly known as North America). Panem was originally 13 Districts, ruled over by the Capitol, but sometime in the past, the districts rebelled and were defeated. District 13 was obliterated and the remaining districts are forced each year to give a boy and a girl between the ages of 12-18, to compete in a televised fight to the death. The story focuses on Katniss, a young woman who hunts for her family's food in the poor and desolate District 12. She volunteers herself for the Hunger Games when her 12 year old sister is picked and is sent to the Capitol with Peeta, a boy who has secretly harbored a crush on Katniss. The pair are set loose with 22 other tributes in a forest like environment, and the games begin. </div>
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I, overall, enjoyed the movie. The film had the right combination of old Hollywood talent and fresh new faces. Donald Sutherland played a subtle but threatening President Snow, leader of the Capitol. Jennifer Lawrence (Katniss) managed to portray her as both tough and vulnerable, reminding us that Katniss is only a teenager, forced to live in a violent and unfair world. </div>
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My only problem with the movie, which maybe Hollywood wouldn't let it avoid, was the romanticization of the ending. The question throughout the entire book is whether Katniss actually loves Peeta or is just pretending for the sake of the cameras. The movie ignores this and lets the pair return home as smiling lovers, holding hands. Even Gale, Katniss's other suitor who was left at home, is smiling as Katniss and Peeta hold hands on their return. </div>
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I think the main reason that I liked this movie was because I was already a fan of the books. The movie doesn't stray too far from the books, satisfying the fans in that respect. The acting is well done but the storyline becomes a bit contrived in parts, making this more a movie for the readers. The story itself serves as a warning to the worst possible future for reality of television. This idea as been approached before by other sci fi writers (i.e <u>Running Man</u>, Stephen King), but the use of younger characters allows this book to draw in the younger crowds, just as Harry Potter did to fantasy, and regrettably Twilight did to vampires. </div>
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Sophie Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08965658452337959536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670716661142558988.post-73105191424175648902012-03-26T18:44:00.000-07:002012-03-26T18:44:27.430-07:00Coming Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">I have a pretty big family. All together there are 7 kids, ranging in ages from 7-30. As much as I adore them, coming home for Spring Break becomes a bit hectic. I was sitting on the couch yesterday, tightly wedged between my siblings, and began a Pro and Cons list about coming home: <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Pro: Coming home means you get to sleep in your on bed, which is much bigger and more comfortable than your university provided bed. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Con: You end up either on the couch or worse, sharing a bed with a kicking prone sister, because your older siblings use the age card and swipe your bed from you. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Pro: Mom makes a huge 6-course dinner, including at least 2 different kinds of desserts, in honor of the homecoming of yourself and others who have been away for the majority of the year. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Con: The merciless war that ensues as everyone scrambles to get more of the potato casserole and less of the steamed broccoli. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Pro: Being able to do your laundry for free and not have to pay two dollars a load.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Con: As payback for wrangling the washer first, your siblings sabotage your laundry by either stealing socks from the dryer or tinting the pure white clothing into a lovely shade of pink. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Pro: Being able to sleep in with no early classes to wake for. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Con: Having an early rising 7 year old to come jolt you out of bed better than any alarm clock ever could. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Pro: Being able to TIVO all of your favorite shows you missed while away at school. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Con: Feeling extremely disappointed when you realize that they never actually recorded because your technological savvy 7-year-old brother knows how to delete the shows and make room for SpongeBob. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">To name a few. Don’t get me wrong. I love my family. It’s just funny how a two story house can feel just as small as a dorm room. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div>In this heap of essays, I found a film analysis paper I did for Ron Hansen's class a couple years ago on Sam Peckinpah's <i>Wild Bunch </i>and I decided to completely re-write it. I want to take out all of the technical mumbo jumbo I was required to put in it and just focus on why this movie is so great. I am really excited to re-write this. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Part of the problem with my writing habits is that I feel everything I write has to be about something that everyone cares about or wants to read. While writing for money, this may be crucial, I just need to develop my writing habits, and I am going to start with this (albeit dated) film review. I realize not everyone cares about this kind of thing, but it matters to me so to hell with everyone. </div></div>Sophie Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08965658452337959536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670716661142558988.post-38174782012582592562012-03-01T08:50:00.000-08:002012-03-01T08:50:45.847-08:00Meryl and the Oscar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.fashionfor2012.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/meryl-streep-2012-oscars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.fashionfor2012.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/meryl-streep-2012-oscars.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
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</div>Everyone has a story about procrastination. This recently came to my attention when I finally went to an overdue meeting with my advisor and all that I learned was that she was suffering of an addiction to Angry Birds. While some of these stories are more extreme than others, procrastination is something that unites us all. It's not really that surprising with websites such as Stumbleupon or Tumbler that practically encourage procrastination. Everyone is told how bad procrastination really is. The countless proverbs and bumper stickers that encourage carpe diem, doing today instead of putting off until tomorrow etc, further emphasize how bad procrastination is. In my experience, however, procrastination, while stifling to what needs to be done, actually accomplishes more than we think. </div>Sophie Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08965658452337959536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670716661142558988.post-16508999890956327722012-02-16T09:54:00.000-08:002012-02-16T09:54:03.857-08:00Smash: Hit or Miss<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Spielberg's newest enterprise, "Smash" a television show on the behind the scenes drama of Broadway, has been getting a lot of hype lately. Some call the show Glee for adults, while others have nothing but praise. After watching the first two episodes, I have to say that the show falls somewhere in between the two. The plot focuses on the development of a new Broadway musical about Marilyn Monroe and the people involved in the productrion. Although the original songs about Marilyn are enjoyable, the show itself is fairly predictable. One of the major plotlines is the fierce competition for the main role of Marilyn between seasoned blonde Broadway veteran, Ivy, and green but talented waitress, Karen. This show would be a lot better if the character of Karen wasn't such a cliche. Hailing from some small Midwestern town, she is hoping to make it on Broadway using her waifish charm and talented voice. While Katherine McPhee (Karen) can sing reasonable well, her acting skills pale in comparison to her co-stars. I can already picture the rest of the season: Karen and Ivy will continuously try to upstage one another in hopes of keeping the main role. At least one of them, if not both, will at some point sleep with the stern British director. In the end, some internal/personal issue will hinder one enough for the other to take the lead and become a new star on Broadway. This is the basic plotline for most musical dramas such as this.The show failed to entice me to tune in for the rest of the season. <br />
This is not to say that the show doesn't have some really great things going for it. Academy Award winner, Anjelica Huston, is entertaining to watch as newly divorced producer. Debra Messing and Christian Borle play the hit-making writers of the show whose own personal dramas are more frankly more interesting than the predictable compeition between Karen and Ivy. <br />
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The first story that Hochschild presents is one of the contrasting stories of John French, a man of the British calvary and Charlotte Despard. French was charming and well-liked among the British upperclass and his career in the military helped with his popularity. Like most upper class young men, he looked forward to the glories of war. Set against the backdrop of the British Empire, warfare was looked upon as a game, a means for displaying courage and tenacity. Hochschild goes on the describe the troubles and downfall of French, through financial problems and marital strains. This initial image of French, a typical British pre-war young upperclass man, isn't particularly interesting. Both in American and foreign accounts and histories of the Great War, this picture of young, dashing, and brave men gladly marching off to war is quite common. It wasn't until the account of Charlotte Despard that Hochschild takes up a unique take on World War I British society.<br />
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Charlotte was also of the upper class but rejected, rather than embracing, the glorious image of war. She was appalled by the treatment of the poor in the late Victorian society. She moved to Battersea and opened a community center in order to help the less fortunate. In addition, she was a vocal anti-war activist, often ignoring the rules that society had for upper class women.<br />
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It is clear that Despard and French were of polar opposite opinions when it came to the issue of war. However, at the end of this chapter, Hochschild revealed the most amazing aspect of these two stories: French and Despard were brother and sister. This connective piece of information is what really made Hochschild's approach to World War I unique and thought provoking. As he describes the loving relationship that French and Despard maintained, despite their clear differences, it makes the reader consider all of the things that they know about the events and people of World War I. This image of solidarity and unification is somewhat broken after learning of the story of French and Despard. For me, Hochschild made me rethink and ponder everything I knew about British morale during the war. This approach, looking to individuals and their stories, in my opinion is a innovative way to study history, looking at the individuals who were part of a greater event, rather than just the event itself.<br />
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But these conversations always get me thinking, "What do I want?". I am halfway through my college career and I still have no idea. With real life growing closer and closer, I know that I can't keep shoving these unpleasant thoughts of real life aside. But when I do take the time to think (or write about it), the things I want, the things that I am certain about are vague concepts. Maybe this won't get me far, but for know it is good enough.<br />
First off, I want to be or do something I feel for. Something I love, have a passion for. It doesn't help much that I don't know what that is yet, and maybe I will never find it, but I am going to keep looking. It might not be something that is a job, but I want to make it a part of my life. Even if it is just a small part. I know that I am a hopeless romantic and that 90 percent of people don't get dream jobs, but I'm not asking for that. At the very least, just a fraction of my life will belong to something. (Potential ideas as far as Sunday July 24th 12: 30 AM, roller derby, Broadway music, being a superhero, or developing a substance like Nutella but that actually has nutritional value).<br />
Another thing that I know I want in my life is connections. I think we all want to belong to something and have the secure ties. This security is important to us because of the ever changing nature of the world. We count on our relationships. These can be found in friends, family, co-workers, sports teams, girlfriends, boyfriends, wives, husbands, groupies...whatever you want. I already have some connections that of which I take comfort in. All of the interesting things about me can be found within my family and friends. These connections and relationships are things that I treasure and I have a feeling that I want more of them. I don't know. Should I be satisfied with what I have?<br />
Ok so I just read this over and it sounds like a journal entry. And weird and strange journal entry. So you lucky readers (yes all three of you) get to read my diary. It's ok, I forgive this intrusion of privacy that I forced upon you. If you got to the end of this, I am proud. Your attention span is longer than mine. There is no rhyme or reason to any of this but I had to write it down because if I didn't I knew I would lose it. I only get deep moments like this once in a blue moon so in order to get to know myself a bit better, I decided to write it down. And I don't know why I felt the need to publish it on my blog but I feel a little liberated. It is late and I am going to go now before I reveal anything two crazy. (I had five cookies today). Maybe I am a little loopy but I know that those of you who made it to the end of this already knew that.Sophie Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08965658452337959536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670716661142558988.post-85351049863710284662011-05-26T21:42:00.000-07:002011-05-26T21:42:00.928-07:00"Wish I could run from this ship going under....What do you do when your good isn't good enough"<br />
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-Get It RightSophie Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08965658452337959536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670716661142558988.post-69855011289446769062011-05-04T00:58:00.000-07:002011-05-04T01:00:26.160-07:00The Wisteria I was sitting in American Lit today and our teacher is talking about Robert Frost and the nature imagery he uses in his poems. As if he knew my attention was drifting, he suddenly stood and asked the class,<br />
"How many of you know where the wisteria is on campus?"<br />
A few raised their hands, myself included. To be perfectly honest, I only knew where it was because I have to walk under it on my way to class and it has hit me in the face on more than one occasion. The Wisteria and I weren't on good terms at the moment. Before I could continue pondering how my next confrontation with the plant would turn out, my professor continued:<br />
"That few? This is sad. That wisteria is famous. It is only in bloom for a few weeks during the spring. Tour buses drop people off just to look at the wisteria for a few minutes and only four of you actually know where it is. Start looking around. I want to you start observing and paying attention. Then maybe you can have a better understanding of what we study here"<br />
Shamed by my professor, after my classes were done, I went to look at the wisteria, this time carefully ducking my head, triumphing over the Wisteria branches. I sat against the tree, looking at the Wisteria, waiting for something extraordinarily deep and meaningful to happen. I was beginning to wonder how long Frost had to look at that fork in the road to write "Road Not Taken", when a group of tourists came shuffling by. Slowly passing me by, they all looked and pointed at me, as if I were some sort of rare animal. As they approached the Wisteria, I leaned forward eagerly to see how the tourists would react. Maybe they would smell deeply the purple blossoms or maybe they would admire it from a distance, commenting on the graceful way that it wraps around the trellis that supports it. No, none of these things happened. Something much better occurred, something that I will never forget.<br />
The tour group, so intently studying the college student who was studying them, ran straight into the Wisteria.Sophie Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08965658452337959536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670716661142558988.post-38678278487024333432011-04-18T22:11:00.001-07:002011-04-18T22:11:45.427-07:00Love: By Roy Croft<div align="center"><u>Love</u></div><div align="center">I love you<br />
Not only for what you are,<br />
But for what I am<br />
When I am with you.</div><div align="center">I love you,<br />
Not only for what<br />
You have made of yourself,<br />
But for what<br />
You are making of me.</div><div align="center">I love you<br />
For the part of me<br />
That you bring out;</div><div align="center">I love you<br />
For putting your hand<br />
Into my heaped-up heart<br />
And passing over<br />
All the foolish, weak things<br />
That you can't help<br />
Dimly seeing there,</div><div align="center">And for drawing out<br />
Into the light<br />
All the beautiful belongings<br />
That no one else had looked<br />
Quite far enough to find</div><div align="center">I love you because you<br />
Are helping me to make<br />
Of the lumber of my life<br />
Not a tavern<br />
But a temple.</div><div align="center">Out of the works<br />
Of my every day<br />
Not a reproach<br />
But a song.</div><div align="center">I love you<br />
Because you have done<br />
More than any creed<br />
Could have done<br />
To make me good.<br />
And more than any fate<br />
Could have done<br />
To make me happy.</div><div align="center">You have done it<br />
Without a touch,<br />
Without a word,<br />
Without a sign.</div><div align="center">You have done it<br />
By being yourself.<br />
Perhaps that is what<br />
Being a friend means,<br />
After all.</div><div align="center">by Roy Croft</div>Sophie Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08965658452337959536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670716661142558988.post-63975710474483504912011-03-13T03:01:00.000-07:002011-03-14T22:13:50.245-07:00Miss Havisham: A Sad Drunk<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<i>"Pronunciation will be varied by levity or ignorance, and the pen must at length comply with the tongue; illiterate writers will at one time or other, by public infatuation, rise into renown, who not knowing the original import of words, will use them with colloquial licentiousness, confound distinction and forget propriety" </i><br />
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I don't know why but when I read this, I immediately was reminded of the Twilight series....<br />
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P.S: If I disappear, you will know it was the Twilhard fansSophie Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08965658452337959536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670716661142558988.post-38598895558399894402011-01-22T20:41:00.000-08:002011-01-22T20:45:05.681-08:00Are You Mark Twain? No? Then Leave Huck Alone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div> Feeling dread about doing homework for my political science class, today I was procrastinating by looking through Google News (shamefully, I was only looking at the Entertainment section). I came across an article about a scholar who is planning to republish Mark Twain's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Huckleberry Finn,</span> by replacing the "N" word with the word "slave".<br />
When I first heard this news, I was upset. Mark Twain's novel is a cultural and historical piece that reflects values and views of the time. Replacing one offensive word with its historical counterpart would not change the fact that the novel stereotypes African Americans in a negative way. The character of Jim is testament to that fact. I saw this republication of the book as another attempt for literature to be "politically correct", a term I have come to loathe because I feel that in our quest to become "politically correct", we compromise and water down our opinions through the fear of offending somebody. While I believe that we all are equal, I acknowledge that we don't all agree and some of my beliefs are likely to offend somebody. (opinions tend to do that)<br />
Upon doing more research, I found the reasons behind this scholar's project to republish. Allan Gribben, the scholar, argues that too many people do not read this classic because of their aversion to the racial stereotypes and slurs that occur in the book. Gribben argues that he is not trying to "render Huck colorblind", but rather express that view in a way that a twenty first century audience would better understand. First of all, if people avoid this book because they are offended by the racial issues presented, they aren't going to feel any better just because one offensive word is replaced with a slightly less offensive word. Second of all, if those same people do not understand the historical context of the word, then it is likely that they are not going to understand the historical context and meaning of the entire novel.<br />
In short, I believe that this novel should be left alone. The reason for this novel's renown partly comes from its historical meaning and context. If people are offended by it, I suggest don't read it. It can be done. In the mean time, scholars, please stop trying to make things more politically correct. People argue and disagree. Deal with itSophie Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08965658452337959536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670716661142558988.post-61936119370808938012010-12-07T16:37:00.000-08:002010-12-07T16:37:29.073-08:00Human DictionaryThis is a shout out to my friend who has this crazy idea that I am a substitute for a dictionary. We will be sitting together doing homework and she will ask "Hey, English major, what's a better way to say {insert phrase}?" She makes me feel very smart because no matter what I say, she gets really excited. It's a win win situation.Sophie Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08965658452337959536noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7670716661142558988.post-7164567355335001662010-12-07T10:46:00.000-08:002010-12-07T10:46:03.602-08:00National Geographic PictureI was introduced to this Stumble Upon website that I have formed a love/hate relationship with. It is a cool website (in moderation) that shows me videos/articles/photos that it thinks I would be interested in according to a massive survey that filled out at the start. While this website has the power to be an enormous time waster, I have read and seen some interesting stuff. I found a lot of these nature photos there and though I would share them. Here is one of my favorites:<br />
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The caption reads that it is a picture of the Bering Sea. Will have to add that on my growing list of places I want to goSophie Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08965658452337959536noreply@blogger.com0