18 December 2008

savior of the world

On Tuesday my parents, Stephanie, and I went to Savior of the World in the Conference Center. This was my second time seeing it. In some ways I think it loses impact after the first time, but as I've been thinking about it the last few days, I've come to appreciate it more. One thing that I love about it is that while it focuses on the Savior, it takes a different approach by showing how his birth and resurrection affected other people. I like this better than a repeat of the same story I've known my whole life. I get wrapped up in the commericalized Christmas (no pun intended), and I often forget why we even have reason to celebrate. I do have a testimony of Jesus Christ, and I am so grateful for all that he has done for me. I'm not going to say what that is. Even if I had the time and space for that, I know that he has done things for me that I can't know right now. I'm also glad that we have reason to celebrate, and I am grateful that Christmas celebration is an excuse to bring families together! I am so excited to go to Washington!

unshared poem

Last year at the end of the semester I wrote this poem. I refer to some of my favorite poems that I studied quite thoroughly in my poetry class: "Lake Isle of Innisfree" by William Butler Yeats, "The Tyger" by William Blake, "Carrion Comfort" by Gerard Manley Hopkins, and "Dover Beach" by Matthew Arnold. I know the title is not very creative, but I used the date as a temporary title, but it just kind of stuck. And one thing I've learned about writing is to never impose my own ideas on my writing. I know that sounds silly, but it is so true. Check the sidebar if you would like to read the four "reference poems.""13 December 2007" by Lindsey Kay
I will arise now from the heaps of sultry bodies
Melting, puddling, sinking into one soggy mass.
I will shed the dark cloak that masks my face.
I will shatter the glass that stares back,
Hurt it like it hurts me.
I will tip the goblet of bitter hate back into the pool
Of dissatisfaction.
No more will I answer to the mistress who beckons,
“Come, child, come play. Come play with the Tyger.”
Nor will I kneel beside the carrion and weep,
Nor gaze downward to the deep and misty shadows of the sea.
But I will look on, on to a gold-crested cloud
And there rest for a day
Before turning back to face what stands proudly before me.
I will pull from the ashes my heavy-laden feet
And trample the garish of vain piety.
I will not lie on a blanket and wait
While pale, clammy hands claw my face.
I will not let contentment succor my pain.
I will move on from here, leaving behind the body
That joined the masses to begin with.
She has no place next to me.
A phoenix has risen time and time again
And each time quicker than the time before.

16 December 2008

"home" for the holidays

This weekend I made a quick trip back to "the greatest place on Earth!" No, not DisneyLand (though that would have been really cool). I went to Rexburg. I drove up on Friday evening to surprise Elisabeth. She was very surprised! I had a great time up there. I watched two great Christmas movies--A Matter of Principle and the original Miracle on 34th Street. I had not seen either of them. I also watched several episodes of Whose Line is It Anyway?, Time Warp, and Destroyed in Seconds.

On Sunday, the Rexburg 15th Ward had their Christmas program. Elisabeth and Mom & Dad S were in the choir. Mom S also played the piano for the Primary kids, and Elisabeth played her cello for one of the choir pieces. It was a wonderful meeting. On Monday night I went to a REAL Family Home Evening! We went to Andrea (the oldest Samuelson) and Kevin's house for a lesson and activity. They have five boys between 13 and 1 years old--Adam, Nathan, Daniel, Seth, and Isaac. Also, the two younger Samuelson boys were there, Ian and Richard, with their wives and son's--Isaac (Ian's) and Ethan (Richard's). Andrea taught a lesson about gifts from Christ. Then Mom S and Elisabeth played "Sleigh Ride" on the piano. After that the kids went downstairs to watch "How the Grinch Stole Christmas," while the adults and Adam had a "white elephant" exchange. I got four stress-reliever lego pieces. They're fun. We had treats and watched some cute videos of Andrea's boys.

I painted three pictures to give to Dad & Mom S and Elisabeth. They will be up on Blackbird eventually, when I find a way to get the pictures from my camera to my computer. In return, Elisabeth gave me two of her drawings, both very beautiful, and Mom & Dad S gave me a framed picture of the four of us that was taken on Sunday before church. I had a hard time leaving them to come back to Utah, and they are already planning another time for me to come back.

Although I miss Idaho, I'm glad to be back in Utah. Mom & Dad, Stephanie, and I are going to see "Savior of the World" tonight at the Conference Center. On Christmas day we are flying to Washington to be with Sarah and Justin and their families. I'm so excited to be there. After being around so many little kids this weekend, I can't wait to see Sierra, Sophie, Rochelle, and LaMar!

15 November 2008

cymbalta can't help

For those who knew that I was having extreme pain throughout my body (and those who didn't know until just now), I thought I'd give an update on how I'm feeling. For a week I was feeling better. During that week, the pain was gone. But I also was no longer on Cymbalta. You know those commercials where they say, "Depression hurts. But you don't have to. Cymbalta can help."? They lie. It made me hurt. So, no more Cymbalta for me. And actually, I have to say that I'm relieved. That means that I don't have fibro myalgia, like what I was afraid of. So, I feel blessed in that respect.

02 November 2008

christmas in the northwest

Now that we've gotten Halloween out of the way, it's time to nuzzle up under a blanket next to a warm fire with a hot cup of apple cider for those of us in Rexburg, to turn the AC down two clicks for those in San Antonio, and to start carrying a floatation device for those in the beloved Washington. And speaking of Washington, I can't wait to go there for Christmas this year! Christmases in Utah are depressing to me. I am excited to return to the motherland for the most wonderful time of the year. Anyone from the Pacific Northwest knows the famous (or to some, infamous, which here means more than famous), song sung by Brenda White, "Christmas in the Northwest," which debuts every year on the latest version of the same titled CD. The proceeds go to Mary Bridge Children's Hospital, so I can't complain about the gallant gesture, but this does not mean that I just sit back and listen to the song with the admiration and love that I once did when I was five years old. No, I can now appreciate the song for what it is. And, what, you ask, is it? While I was merely looking for a copy of the song to share with some Rexburg natives, I stumbled upon what I would consider the best video I have ever seen. It truly captures the essence of what Christmas in the Northwest is all about. I hope you find as much satisfaction and appreciation for a "gift God wrapped in green" as I have. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koeB4z4c_7M

22 October 2008

unsung disney princesses

It's true that recently I have had this fascination with Disney movies. I don't know why that is. I haven't bought a Disney movie in quite some time. Perhaps it is because of the rereleasing of Sleeping Beauty that I have given much thought to this multi-billion dollar company. I give them a lot of credit. They have taken a breather from their sequels and prequels to bring out the "oldie-but-goodies," fondly known as the Disney Classics. It definitely brings in more money when they release the "Special Edition" or, even better, "Platinum Edition"! And there are us suckers out there who buy these editions because we can't stand the thought of living without these movies that we grew up with. I can recall the days of awaiting the release of the next Disney feature on VHS and being more excited to see what the cover looked like than to see the movie again. But yet I can't keep myself from buying these movies.

I have become greatly annoyed by the "Disney Princesses." Who decides which Disney characters get to be princesses? I thought all girls were princesses. Or was that a lie? I don't know. But I do know that there are many Disney "princesses" who don't get the attention they deserve. Don't get me wrong. I love Cinderella and Aurora. Snow White's a little annoying, but she's okay. Ariel is my favorite Disney character of all time. But there are many other characters who should receive the same glory as those who were born into privilege. And so I present the list of "Unsung Disney Princesses." These are women and girls that I think deserve to be princesses just as much as Jasmine and Cinderella. I have listed them to the side. Please review them and think of each one thoughtfully. Give them a little time. Because they are princesses too.

20 October 2008

the most dangerous job in the world

Thanks to Elisabeth, I have learned of the most dangerous job in the world, and I have decided that I will do everything in my power to avoid such a treacherous occupation: being a Disney mother. The evidence is so clear. Snow White, Mowgli, Ariel, Chicken Little, Belle, Cinderella, Remy, Olivia, Pocahontas, Arthur (Wart), Aladdin, Kuzco...Their mothers have all disappeared. They have died at some point before the stories even begin. Every one of them. Have they died of illness? Were they murdered? Did they merely run out on their small children? Who's to know? And then we look at some of the other poor Disney characters like Bambi, Koda, Nemo, Todd, and Tarzan--all boys--whose mothers were killed before our very eyes. Slaughtered. Murdered. So much for that "G" rating.

Of course we also have bad mothers who neglect their children. Aurora's mother gives her daughter up. So typical of celebrity mothers. Her daughter is raised by nannies. Hera could have found some way to raise her son, Hercules. She was a goddess, for goodness sake. But no. She passes the buck off to someone else. She doesn't want to be responsible for his failure. Oliver is just left in a box in the rain on the dangerous streets of New York. What kind of mother does that? Then there's Jenny, Oliver's new owner, whose mother is too rich and self-absorbed to even be with her little girl on her birthday. Lewis's mother leaves him in a box in the dead of night. How kind. Drop him off, relieve yourself of all parental obligations. For all we know, she was a prostitute, a kidnapper, a meth addict, a thief, or a teenager. What kind of example is that setting for children, or mothers, for that matter? Boo is missing for who knows how long, and yet her parents don't seem to be too concerned. I'm sure they would have made some kind of appearance had they really cared for her. Perhaps her parents hadn't even given her a name, which is why Sully has to invent one for her. And a girl with that much hair and who has graduated from a crib should be talking. Obviously her parents have neglected her. Mary Darling was too careless in leaving her children with only a dog to keep them safe. And she didn't teach her children not to talk to strangers. At that point, Wendy should have been taught which boys to say no to. One who would take her from her house would not be a good suitor. Mulan's parents expect so much of her that she has no choice but to escape to recover the shame she brought to the family, which was really no shame at all. Cody's mother, who may or may not be a single parent, lets her son run wild in the Outback, where some of the world's dangerous creatures live. She lets him leave without even making sure he has a well-balanced breakfast, and then she doesn't hesitate to let him go off and play with kangaroos, which, incidentally, are incredibly dangerous. When Scar tells Sarabi that her husband and son have been killed, she doesn't bother to go searching for bodies to give them a proper burial. No, she just assumes that Scar is telling the truth. And then, once Simba returns, she encourages him to marry (or at least have children with) his half-sister. Did no one ever notice this before? One lion to a whole den of lionesses. Simba and Nala: different mothers, same father. Incest. While Mrs. Jumbo might have been a good mother, she winds up in jail after defending her baby. A worthy cause, but who is to raise the darling now? Did she not think of that before she lost her temper?
Very few Disney mothers have been somewhat successful in motherhood. Helen Parr, for instance, cares deeply for her children. Despite the dangerous circumstances placed upon her thanks to the stupidity of her husband, she protects her children. Dutchess, a single mother, protects her kittens with her life. Sure, she allows a little riff-raff into their lives, but that's only because the charming O'Malley is her only hope for getting back home. She doesn't abandon her kittens, even when she could have easily ditched them. Andy's mother, though never explicitly mentioned, is probably a single parent. Perhaps she is widowed. Even if she does have a husband, he is definitely a workaholic because he doesn't spend any time with his children. So whether she is single or married, she is left to raise Andy and Molly on her own. She doesn't spoil her children, but she doesn't deny them of the pleasures of childhood, namely occasional pizza nights and birthday parties, and even though she may not have a large budget, she tries to give Andy and Molly a variety of toys that every child should grow up with. Kanga is also definitely a good mother to Roo. The legitimacy of his birth may be in questions, but Kanga always has a close eye on her adventurous little tyke. One might criticize Perdita for not being more careful with her pups. She did, after all, leave them with with a qualified babysitter while she relieved herself. And once she found her children missing, she immediately sought help and then went out in search for her children. Instead of abandoning the homeless eighty-six puppies, she mothers them all without hesitancy. Finally, a self-sacrificing Disney mother.

We bring these movies into our homes, assuming that they'll offer good morals and entertainment. Who ever found entertainment watching a poor mother stranded on an African island get eaten by a cheetah? Where are the good morals in a sixteen-year-old, meth-addicted prostitute having a baby and then dumping him off on the steps of an orphanage without even knocking or ringing the bell? He could have died of pneumonia!

And yet, I am a proud owner of a Disney Movie Club Card.