It’s true: I went to the midnight, premiere showing of the new Twilight movie last night. Still not exactly sure why I went, but that may have something to do with getting less than four hours of sleep. That was one of the things I always swore I would never do, yet there I was with all the screaming fan girls in their full vampire costumes—even in Scranton.
Good thing today was already Dew Day, so I didn’t feel guilty for adding a caramel macchiato to my morning routine. The experience was totally worth it, though, and it was a good exercise in spontaneity for me. I had a lot of fun with my friends, even if Megan was hissing Team Edward sentiments in my ear the entire time. Now, I just have to stay awake…
I was quite satisfied with the movie itself. I won’t give anything away here (don’t want to spoil it for anyone who plans to see it). They stayed accurate to the book with the plotline, which is always a good idea—no real surprises. They also really stepped up the quality of the CGI, especially in the action sequences. The major battle scene was excellent.
So yes, I did go to see Eclipse last night. And yes, I did have fun. But no, if you saw the news on WNEP 16, that was not me. I was not the short blonde in the white shirt. Although, that was Thomas who was jumping up and down, waving at the camera. Nothing unusual about it, we were just a group of college and seminary staff and students at a movie about teenage vampires and werewolves.
And by the way, go Team Jacob! We still love you!
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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Happy _______ Day!
The invention of the printing press in 1440 has been hailed as one of the single most influential innovations of mankind. This progressive machine, like any other, can be used either for good or for evil—it all depends on who’s operating it. One of its better uses is the production of millions of copies of important books, such as the Bible, the works of Shakespeare, and Twilight.
Today, however, I must mention one of its more sinister uses: the greeting card industry. Its products allow a person to use someone else’s words to express sincere congratulations to another on the occasion of his/her step-daughter’s cousin’s surrogate baby’s Bris. This commercial leviathan was conceived of evil and continues to propagate its malevolence through the constant formulation of new holidays.
This day, the third Sunday of June, has been designated as Father’s Day. President Woodrow Wilson, in 1914, declared that the second Sunday of May would be Mother’s Day. This was probably his mother’s idea. Mothers like it because it allows them to demand breakfast in bed. After that, it only seemed fair to create a Father’s Day. Fathers like it because it allows them to receive a fresh supply of ties for the year.
The calendar is stuffed with these nonsensical holidays for parents, grandparents, bosses, secretaries, et cetera ad nauseum. In my opinion, if you truly do appreciate someone, you shouldn’t need a designated day to express your gratitude. If you want to tell someone how you feel, just go ahead and say it when it’s most appropriate: “thanks for bailing me out of jail, Dad.”
Today, however, I must mention one of its more sinister uses: the greeting card industry. Its products allow a person to use someone else’s words to express sincere congratulations to another on the occasion of his/her step-daughter’s cousin’s surrogate baby’s Bris. This commercial leviathan was conceived of evil and continues to propagate its malevolence through the constant formulation of new holidays.
This day, the third Sunday of June, has been designated as Father’s Day. President Woodrow Wilson, in 1914, declared that the second Sunday of May would be Mother’s Day. This was probably his mother’s idea. Mothers like it because it allows them to demand breakfast in bed. After that, it only seemed fair to create a Father’s Day. Fathers like it because it allows them to receive a fresh supply of ties for the year.
The calendar is stuffed with these nonsensical holidays for parents, grandparents, bosses, secretaries, et cetera ad nauseum. In my opinion, if you truly do appreciate someone, you shouldn’t need a designated day to express your gratitude. If you want to tell someone how you feel, just go ahead and say it when it’s most appropriate: “thanks for bailing me out of jail, Dad.”
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Going Global
The World Cup is once again underway. Some of you may be asking, “cup? What cup?” For those of you (Americans) who do not know, it is a soccer tournament that occurs every four years. It is actually the world’s largest single sporting event. The Olympics don’t count because they’re actually a series of tournaments for multiple sports.
Pretty much every other country besides the U.S. thinks this a huge deal and uses the opportunity to exuberantly expresses their deep devotion to football. We mostly spend the whole time trying to figure out why they’re playing with a black and white ball… “Dude, I thought you said they were playing football, but this is just soccer.”
It always amazes me when the whole world comes together for a single event. The original Olympics in 776 BC could only be held every four years because that’s how hard it was to coordinate the travel plans of everyone in Greece. In 1873 AD, it was nearly impossible to travel around the world in 80 days. Now, you could easily do it in 80 hours.
The world has gone global. Today, we have things called global phenomenons: Michael Bublé, Twilight, the World Cup… even this blog has gone global (special shout-out to my friends in Germany and Portugal)! The world is a different place these days, but the people are still the same. We still live and love and die and get all excited about sports we don’t understand… “Okay, why is he rolling around on the ground?”
Pretty much every other country besides the U.S. thinks this a huge deal and uses the opportunity to exuberantly expresses their deep devotion to football. We mostly spend the whole time trying to figure out why they’re playing with a black and white ball… “Dude, I thought you said they were playing football, but this is just soccer.”
It always amazes me when the whole world comes together for a single event. The original Olympics in 776 BC could only be held every four years because that’s how hard it was to coordinate the travel plans of everyone in Greece. In 1873 AD, it was nearly impossible to travel around the world in 80 days. Now, you could easily do it in 80 hours.
The world has gone global. Today, we have things called global phenomenons: Michael Bublé, Twilight, the World Cup… even this blog has gone global (special shout-out to my friends in Germany and Portugal)! The world is a different place these days, but the people are still the same. We still live and love and die and get all excited about sports we don’t understand… “Okay, why is he rolling around on the ground?”
Friday, May 28, 2010
Pomp and Circumstance
My little brother is graduating from high school today! I am so proud of him and so sorry that I could not be there. Some times, living halfway across the country really stinks. Other times, it rocks.
Graduation is one of the modern constructs of society that signifies progression. It declares to the world that you have sufficiently BSed your way through a contrived academic system over the past four years to achieve mediocrity. This effort entitles a person to participation in a ceremony, during which they can expect to be exposed to several thousand germs.
Not that I intend to demean the accomplishment. I know that James worked very hard to survive in the harsh high school environment of drugs, sex and vampirism. I am certain that he savored each moment of commencement and will cherish each word spoken by people whose names he will forget very quickly. All that really matters is the hot robes and funny-looking hats, the only vestiges of the former golden age of education.
The next time you hear that same lame recording of classical music that all high schools (and most colleges) are required to use, think back upon your own graduation. Try to remember the special day—assuming you weren’t sleeping or strung-out. If it is possible to conjure fond memories, enjoy them until you remember what it was really like.
Graduation is one of the modern constructs of society that signifies progression. It declares to the world that you have sufficiently BSed your way through a contrived academic system over the past four years to achieve mediocrity. This effort entitles a person to participation in a ceremony, during which they can expect to be exposed to several thousand germs.
Not that I intend to demean the accomplishment. I know that James worked very hard to survive in the harsh high school environment of drugs, sex and vampirism. I am certain that he savored each moment of commencement and will cherish each word spoken by people whose names he will forget very quickly. All that really matters is the hot robes and funny-looking hats, the only vestiges of the former golden age of education.
The next time you hear that same lame recording of classical music that all high schools (and most colleges) are required to use, think back upon your own graduation. Try to remember the special day—assuming you weren’t sleeping or strung-out. If it is possible to conjure fond memories, enjoy them until you remember what it was really like.
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