Saturday, April 30, 2011

Adventure #8: Nothin' But Nettie

Story time! About a very special someone! (Not my "special someone," but someone I really love and admire)
My friend Jeannette and I met in a beginning acting class at BYU. We had one of those relationship (that I have often) when I would quietly talk and joke with her, but she ended up being the one that got caught talking. Sometimes she was reprimanded for distracting me from what was happening in class.

This semester, Jeannette took a break from school to nanny in Texas and has even blogged about her nannying experiences. I've missed her a lot and have been meaning to write this post for several months now. I dedicate it to her! Here's to Jeannette and our adventures!

In January 2010, we attended a BYU stage production of They Shoot Horses, Don't They? Afterward, we ate Teriyaki Stix for dinner. She was hesitant but ordered some bowl with fried rice. After two bites, she was sick of it, so I tasted it and found that it tasted like barf. DISGUSTING! So, we threw it away.

Anyway, it was at this meal that we decided we should take another class together and decided we'd take a Doctrine & Covenants (LDS scripture and church history) class. MISTAKE! We took it from a professor whose name we could never pronounce, spelled something like: Schaalje. It was at 10 in the morning. Jeannette only woke up early enough to come to one class meeting, and I kept being late, causing me to miss several quizzes and forget to make sure I signed the roll. Regardless of her attendance history, Jeannette scored higher than me on our first exam, which she also failed...there shan't be more comparison of our scores.

Pregnant Penelope and baby
Also, the other class members were fairly odd, it seems. They had a habit of staring at me. NO JOKE. For instance, one day (that I came late) I took a seat in the front right corner. After progression in the lesson, someone from the front left corner was commenting, so I turned to listen to her. She talked a long time, and I grew tired of looking that direction, so I turned to glance at the back left corner of the room and found about half of my classmates staring at me. Half of the stare-ers corrected themselves and turned away, uneasily, while the other half persisted staring. This was very uncomfortable for me, so I turned to the front of the room to face a blank white board...It was very awkward...There were other similar instances, but soon after our exam failure, Jeannette and I formally Withdrew from the class.

Among other fantastical happenings of that semester were randomly befriending Garrett, a Tuesday night security guard for BYU's fine arts center, and Jeannette's pregnant balloon poodle, Penelope; on a random night, I made the impromptu decision to join her at a BYU dance but was denied entrance, because I was wearing jeans, instead of slacks.

One last highlight of visiting Jeannette was last Fall semester. She had recently moved, so she gave me the numbers to her new address but didn't distinguish the direction of north/south/west/east. I found Mountain View Apartments, which was somewhat in a seeming vicinity of what she told me, so I called her, waking her.

"Hey, I'm at Mountain View Apartments. Is this where you're at? Which one is yours?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, I think that's it," she replied. "I live across the street from there."

I looked across the street to find Wasatch Mental Health.

"I'm pretty sure you don't live across the street," I laughed, "Unless there's something you haven't told me...Is it alright for me to come over? How long are your visiting hours?...What is your real address?"

Eventually, I found my way over to her apartment building and approached the apartment that was hers. I rang the doorbell. The lights were off inside, and I waited. No one came. I knocked and rang the doorbell more to no answer. I called her, again.

"I'm here," I told her.

"'Kay. Come in."

I tried the door. "I can't. The door is locked."

"Um, it shouldn't be."

"Well, it is."

"Did you ring the doorbell?" she inquired.

"Yeah," I replied.

"I didn't hear it. I don't even see you out my window. Where are you?"

"I'm at the place you told me. I'm ringing the doorbell." I obnoxiously repeatedly pushed the doorbell. "It's ringing. I can hear it."

I heard the door to the apartment next to me open and looked up to see Jeannette standing in its doorway. She didn't say anything but shot me a sassy smile. I walked down and joined her in her apartment.

We played a game of Battle of the Sexes, which I won (Go Men!), and had a lot of fun. On my way home, the windows of my car were rolled down, and I had Madonna's "Give It 2 Me" blasting while I was singing, cruising down Center Street in Provo. I stopped at a light just in time to scream, "GIVE IT TO ME!" and to catch the attention of people on the sidewalk...

These are just a few of my memories with Jeannette, but whenever I am with her, we have so much fun! She is very much like Glozell from Youtube, if you are at all familiar with Glozell. Everything she does is so entertaining. She is someone I can always depend on for a good time and who I can trust will be respectful in personal conversation. I am excited for her to come back to Provo next month and look forward to great more fun with my friend!

Friday, March 11, 2011

Adventure #7: Notes on My Study on People's Interests


Kylie Minogue
I have outlined an analysis of my experience with my interests and wonder if I am accurate in what I have come up with. I have not fully developed my ideas, so, please, feel free to tell me what you may think, whether I am headed in a profitable direction or you think I am on crack. All of this is my own ideas, so also, if you've heard some other studies or things like this, I'd be interested in knowing. Or, perhaps, you think this is all crap and goes without saying. Much of my intrigue with this topic stems from my work in acting. It would make sense to me that much could be figured about a character by looking at their interests, if given in the script.

A few months ago, I wrote an extensive paper on Kylie Minogue's song "All the Lovers," in which I analyzed the general message of her music (that paper can be found here). In my argument that she explored themes of love and vulnerability, I could not help but see deeper similarities between her and myself as I perused over her music in search of the themes she conveys. I saw that I valued many of the messages often presented in her music. Previously, I had been liking her music, but never had I explored why I may be drawn to it in the extent that I have. This led me to look at my other favorite music artists, like Shania Twain and The Corrs, and explore their common themes. At this time of analysis, I was exploring the music of Daniel Bedingfield and found a commonality with him, too. Of these artists--Minogue, Twain, Corrs, and Bedingfield--I found that all were sensual/sensuous persons with sultry vocals and hopeless romantic personalities undertoned with cheeky sass. They all (with possible exception of Bedingfield; I'm not sure) have been known as classy figures associated with elegance. Also, every diehard Corrs fan I have met is a fun-loving, loyal, gentle, and soft-spoken romantic. From the interviews I have seen of the four sibling Corrs, I sense that each one matches this definition, as well.

The Corrs
Feeling I matched these descriptions ("sultry vocals," perhaps, is debatable), I concluded that our interests are means of validating perceptions of ourselves and what we desire to become. In a sense (this is probably my weakest, least informed point), my argument is that our natural interests are reflective of Sigmund Freud's concept of the id--that is, unfiltered, natural desire--and ego--the realistic reasoning side of a person.

Perhaps, the need for deep-rooted interests with emotional connection comes from the superego's correction of the id (superego does this so we behave in a manner befitting society). Because of the actions of the superego, the ego can become confused. This is where interests come into play. When the ego is needing validation in balancing the id and superego, it turns to interests. In such, it finds safety and security in things that satisfy id while accomplishing superego.

Recently, in a class discussing the Doctrine and Covenants (some of the modern scriptures from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) in which I am enrolled, we discussed the 88th Section, verse 40, which reads, "For intelligence cleaveth unto intelligence; wisdom receiveth wisdom; truth embraceth truth; virtue loveth virtue; light cleaveth unto light; mercy hath compassion on mercy and claimeth her own; justice continueth its course and claimeth its own." Basically, everything is attracted to its own; everyone is attracted to those like them. This makes total sense that people would be attracted to things that are like them. Their interests are reflective of who they perceive themselves to be or what they want to be. Interests give identity. They assure us of who we are. More can be said of us by our interests than we give credit for. SO MUCH of how we use interests as a means of identity goes unnoticed and is subconscious, just as how Minogue's music appealed to me, yet I did not fully seek to answer why. Further, it wasn't until after I had carefully selected and included these pictures of Minogue, The Corrs, and Twain in this blog post that I realized a similar theme of light in all of them. I'm sure something can be said about that. The purpose I find in exploring our interests and attractions is to discover what roles those interests play in developing our identities.

An example may be those who are interested in the hobby of hunting. It seems reasonable to say those individuals desire to be providers. They believe themselves to be providers, or they desire to someday become providers, and bringing home a kill expresses and re-establishes that desire and identity for them. (Of course, there are also other identity establishments that can draw people to hunting.)

Shania Twain
Our (desired) identity certainly says something for the people we desire as friends and with whom we attempt to reach out to, as well as whom we choose as a mate. Those in positions of popular desire, whether based on wealth, celebrity, talent, physical appearance, or whatever else, are commonly bombarded with social opportunities and interactions, because people's interests in them are driven by the desire to see those qualities in themselves. Someone's interest in a person could also be driven by the perceived identity that person gives them, whether by association with or by certain interactions received from that person. Also, just as my connection and interest with The Corrs and others celebrity artists, every person idolizes their own A-listers based on qualities they see in themselves or qualities they wish to see. It seems safe to say that one recognizes, even subconsciously, a certain likeness with or is fondly reminded of someone else like their favorite celebrities, actors, writers, fictional characters, etc.

Family is an essential part of one's identity. Our interest in them, then, is to validate and design our perceived identity. From an early age, our family unit, no matter how formed, trains and shapes the identity we take. If among our biological family, this is especially key, as we see similarities in how we look and how we behave temperamentally. Children, especially, are in the stage of developing an identity and often turn to their parents for guidance through the means of mimicry. Commonly, one of the parents is chosen by the child, more prevalently than the other, and as the child gets older, they speak most often about the parent they are most like. After all, this parent is of most interest to them, as they have established the earliest forms of their identity around this parent. To speak of them gives validity to oneself. However, these interests are among all family relationships, whether it be parent to child, sibling to sibling, aunt to nephew, or any other relationship. Seeing these similarities drive our interests to associate with them and, in turn, love and be loved by them. They form a facet of our identity, which interests us to seek validity of that identity from them and in them.

At times, family interest for someone may be minimal, because of a distracting interest in work or something else. They are seeking validity in an identity in something that their family does not offer. Some, though, do have interest in family life, but the identity they receive from their given family is not what they desire, so they turn to alternate means of identity.

People can only connect to and understand art (movies, TV shows, books/novels, paintings, sculptures, music/songs, architecture, etc.) on their own level of what speaks to them--them being made up of their own experience and personality. All that we know in life is our own experience (even if you witness or learn of someone else's experience, you are still in your experience when you see or learn it, and you process it according to yourself). Art is reflective of the human experience, often specifically to the creating artist's experience. It makes sense, then, to go about reading a work of art through one's own lens. We can only go through and process art from what we already know and understand, what we identify with and recognize in the world around us or in ourselves. In this way, we connect with art by understanding and identifying with it, even abstractly or if it is only to say, "Yes, I know that. I have been there. I understand it. I adopt that idea. It is a part of me." We gain preference for artworks and use that interest in them to validate our identity.

The role of religion in one's interests is another key part of one's identity, as they seek to answer the questions of their origins and creation--where did I come from--where am I going--what am I doing here (*ahem, while sober; not because of intoxication)? Some do find what they believe to be answers but do not highlight religion in their life, because they fill their life with finding validity in identity through alternate means. Others cleave unto their religion to re-enforce that identity they found. Our interests, too, come into play when we choose which religious establishment to identify with. Few do not find interest in the questions of origin, because they seek fulfillment of identity in other fields. MUCH MORE can be said about religion in this topic...but I haven't figured how it fits yet...and what else I have figured, I can't seem to find the words to explain what I understand.

The concept of personality types, or common combinations of emotional, attitudinal, and behavioral response patterns, is backed by association of interests. It would only make sense that those of similar tendencies would be drawn to each other, to similar careers, and to similar hobbies, as they share similar senses of identity and similar needs for validation.

Our interests change as we age, because our sense of identity changes over time, as well.

It seems fair to say that disinterest or lack of interest occurs when we perceive that the interest does not validate our identity or what we desire to perceive ourselves as. We do not connect with it, or else, we do connect but desire not to.

Depression seems to be the state in which one lacks interests and, consequently, lacks a sense of validity in their identity, or vice versa. Further, when someone's interests are not being recognized or accepted, depression can also result because of the same lack of validity.

There is so much more that goes along with this topic, that our interests validate our identity, but these are the basic things I have so far. It seems that it would be beneficial for people to look over their interests and discover what they are gaining by having these interests and why they have them.

What do your interests say about you?

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Adventure #6: Keepin' It Real

Last Saturday, I had a callback for a play and had some auditions for some student films, so, naturally, I was pretty stressed that day, which can be exhausting, especially since I was already tired from lack of rest. In the evening, I walked to a car with two other boys and a girl in a parking garage underneath some apartments. I was the driver, so I headed to my designated location while the boy who was going to sit behind me asked, "What time is the movie?"

The boy on the other side of the car replied, "Seven-thirty."

The girl opened her door to the passenger seat and asked me a question regarding a friend. I fittingly replied and got in the car, placing the key into the ignition.

Before I could fasten my seat belt, our attentions were called out of the car, so we all exited. When the matter was settled, we headed back to loading the car. These kinds of distractions were expected, but my exhaustion had been creeping up on me. As we headed to the car, the boy behind me asked, again, "What time is the movie?"

I waited for someone to respond but grew impatient and turned to speak directly to him, answering, "Seven-thirty," maintaining composure, though in my mind, I irritatedly thought, "You just asked that, you idiot!"

The girl opened her door and asked me her same question regarding our friend. I expected this from her and just answered as I had before. I sat in my seat, but before I could insert the keys into the ignition, I heard a voice outside the car shout, "Cut!" It was then I remembered I was in a film......

I had forgotten and wasn't focused, hence my agitation at the repetition of the actually unscripted question regarding the movie. Consequently, I forgot to speak up so the boom could catch my reply, and I also directed my answer directly to the asker, who was in a different direction than the boom.

So, here's to keepin' it real and failing to keep a balance between reality and imagination.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

The Corrs' Borrowed Heaven review

Last semester, my last assignment for my Advanced Writing course was to write an Art Review, so I wrote a review on one of my favorite music albums, Borrowed Heaven by The Corrs, my favorite group. I've been asked to post it by several people, mostly fellow fans:


Nearly four years after the release of their last studio album, the very poppy In Blue (whose quality was recognized with Grammy nominations in 2001 for Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocals for “Breathless” and Best Pop Instrumental Performance for “Rebel Heart”), Irish sibling group The Corrs, known for striking good looks and incredible talent to match, returned to their original Celtic folk sound with the release of their fourth studio effort Borrowed Heaven in May 2004.  The album showcases The Corrs in what they do best—catchy mainstream pop that is top notch—and as a concept album, it sticks to the experience of loss and coping—realizing life is a borrowed heaven.

With ex-Eurythmics drummer Olle Romo at the production helm, the album maintains a consensual pop appeal through its near electronica, over-produced tracks in the most airy fashion ever to come from Corr-land.  Lead singer Andrea has been known for her sultry, light vocals, but this collection of tunes, despite being their most intimate projection, presents the feel of something you would listen to while drying off in the Sun, after you had just run through the sprinkler as you listened to their other works, save Talk on Corners (being a wine-and-dine ambient).  Borrowed Heaven’s sound still works splendidly for The Corrs, although it completely avoids any punk or hip hop influences rampaging U.K. radio of the time, as seen from artists like Avril Lavigne and Destiny’s Child.  However, the album is nothing to shy away from.


Borrowed Heaven takes you on a journey through the feel of its sound and lyrically explores handling loss.  It begins with the bright and upbeat lead single “Summer Sunshine” (ironically bonded to dark lyrics) and the celebratory second single “Angel.”  The mood shifts with the more sober “Hideaway” and continues its sullen mood until picked back up with the funky “Humdrum.”  It continues its ascension till the instrumental closer “Silver Strand” travels to a point of transcendence.

Likely, this journey is reflective of their own experience with their late mother’s passing during the production of In Blue.  In fact, two of the tracks overtly address the issue, picking up where they left off with In Blue’s “No More Cry,” which they wrote to help their father cope.  “Angel” is a conversation of the afterlife with the late Jean Corr, confessing, “I hope they love you like we do/ Forever angel/ I’ll be proud to be like you.”  The song is touching and would seemingly become a new regular at funerals were it not so fast-paced and cheerful.  It is a celebration of life, a celebration of a person, an angel.  The other song is “Goodbye,” whose lyrics, written by oldest sister and violinist Sharon, are a direct response to a loved one’s passing.  Borrowed Heaven and In Blue are dedicated to Jean Corr.


Besides their covers, The Corrs typically write their songs together, but for this release Sharon lends her songwriting abilities to two other songs, the inspirational “Hideaway” and the agonizing break-up and third single “Long Night.”  The group also covers the Golden Globe nominated song “Time Enough for Tears,” written by Bono, Gavin Friday, and Maurice Seezer and featured in the 2002 film In America with Andrea’s vocals.  Borrowed Heaven’s version offers a bluesy feel, while the soundtrack arrangement shares an orchestral sound.

Overall, Borrowed Heaven steers from predominately addressing ideas of love and romance and focuses on intimate reflection, except for heartbreaks “Summer Sunshine” and “Long Night,” mundane-everyday-life praising “Humdrum,” and frothy-sweet “Even If.”  The title track, featuring Ladysmith Black Mambazo as backing vocalists, explores the lack of possession in life and how everything passes and is therefore borrowed.  “Confidence for Quiet” acknowledges one’s own responsibility for validation, while “Baby Be Brave” uses a D minor key to emphasize the dire feelings of addressing a loved one losing themself to self-doubt.



The only complaint about the album is a dropped note performed by Andrea on her tin whistle during “Silver Strand.”  This happens at the end of both verses and sounds like she is simply failing to give full breath support to the end of the note’s required measure.  Besides this flub, the track is gorgeous and a heavenly listen.

Borrowed Heaven is a golden find for anyone who loves their pop pure and unadulterated.  It molds its concept well and is a great presentation of sympathy and healing for those suffering loss, even loss of self.


*My original version included this inserted as the seventh paragraph (third to last), but because its inclusion made the paper exceed the maximum word count by A LOT, I had to cut it down to a phrase in the final version:

The last vocal track of the album, “Baby Be Brave,” is a gem with its superb electronic production of beeps and riffs guaranteed to satisfyingly melt in the ear of anyone craving an electronica savor. The electronic effects aid the song’s D minor key in its effort to sound dire and almost demonic, driven by hard-pressed, determined beats. The empathetic lyrics address someone who throws series of pity parties in a witty, understanding, and caring manner (“Yeah everyone knows but we don’t believe it/ The pain of a pop star you’re breaking my heart/ […] I know what you’re doing ‘cause/ […] I’ve been tempted, you are/ Drowning the special to/ Immortalize the rise/ And what’s the point of it all/ Baby be brave […]/ (Confide in me, tell your story)/ […] (It’s your fear that makes you worthy)”).

Monday, January 31, 2011

Aphrodite's Birth in Kylie Minogue's "All the Lovers" Music Video

So, for my Mythology class, I had to write a paper on how a Greek myth is reflected in modern (after 1300 AD) art, so I chose Aphrodite's Birth in Kylie Minogue's "All the Lovers" music video. Actually, it was the day before the paper was due, and I had no idea what to do, and since I'd already written extensively on the music video and its song (which, that paper can be seen here), I was fairly familiar with it. AND as I wrote this paper, I giggled.A.LOT!

So, here's the myth of Aphrodite's birth: Cronus cut off the genitals of Uranus and threw them in the sea, which created foam in the water, and Aphrodite arose from the foam. My professor went haywire with my selection, declaring to our class that he only got through half of his grading during his grading time, because when he came to my paper, he had to watch the video and then look up other stuff. He wanted to show the vid to his classes but felt it was too "naughty." He really liked my paper but said he disagreed on some of the symbolism regarding Uranus's genitals, which is fine with me, because I'm not so sure I agreed with myself. I was mostly grasping at something to say, and what I did say sounded so silly it made me giggle. My professor said he saw symbols of opposites rather than the symbolism I mention. I agree. Opposites would be needed for fertilization. Someone from another section he teaches told me he even brought up my topic in their class. Last Friday, he was late to class, because he was writing a response letter to my paper. He gave me the letter and then spent ten minutes of that class day to discuss his and my ideas on the topic. He was very respectful through the whole thing, and I found it really cool he was so into my topic. Friday afternoon, he emailed me with more of his analysis. COOL!

Here is my paper:


Kylie Minogue’s music video for her single “All the Lovers”[1] symbolically depicts the birth of Aphrodite from the castration of Uranus to her rise from the foam in the sea.[2]  The event is suggested by the symbolic use of objects, environment, and people and helps promote Kylie to a new status in pop music with the release of her fittingly named latest album Aphrodite.[3]
            The genitals of Uranus are depicted in four clips at the beginning of the video.  The four clips include separately falling objects—a coffee cup, a milk bottle, marshmallows, and papers—spilling onto a city street.  The spilling cup full of coffee shows that just as one would get burned from hot coffee falling on them, the spilling coffee expresses the burning sensation of Uranus’s castration.  The white milk spilling from the bottle as it drops represents Uranus’s sperm as it flows across the surface of the pavement to fertilize the ground, while the dropping marshmallows represent his testicles.  This is suggested by their round shape and the sweetness that comes from their use.  Since there are several dropping marshmallows, it is depicting the power and fruitfulness of his loins as a god.  The papers fall from a freely opening briefcase someone is holding.  The briefcase falls open without its owner’s consent, signifying Uranus’s castration was not consensual.  Paper is commonly used to write and share ideas in a communication.  Their significance here is that just as they contain communicational code, their genetic code is spilling on the ground, like the fertilizing milk, to pass that code along.
The setting of the music video is a street surrounded by skyscrapers.  The placement of people in this environment helps the image that they are mere mortals, tiny, insignificant, and influenced by a higher power.  When these symbols of Uranus’s genitals are poured across the ground, their influence is felt by the mortals around.
The mortals strip to their undergarments and passionately kiss.  They are projected as the foam that rises from Uranus’s genitals.  The mortals, as foam, multiply in number and gather to form a mob that raises Kylie—accompanied by doves, an animal sacred to Aphrodite[4]—from within them and, therefore, demonstrating Aphrodite’s creation from the foam.
Later in the video, a white convertible releases white balloons from its opening top, depicting that Aphrodite (Kylie) has arrived and is releasing love into the world.  So many of the mortals gather to the mob by the end of the video that their group grows to be nearly as tall as the skyscrapers.  The people hear her song and flock to her, worshipping her as their goddess and deliverer.
Kylie’s appearance as Aphrodite helps promote her to the status of Goddess of Love in pop music.  From her first single “I Should Be So Lucky,”[5] Kylie explored the theme of love and the vulnerability that accompanies it, as she sang of dreaming that her hidden feelings for her love interest would be returned.  Over years she continued to explore the themes of love and vulnerability, but her peak of the themes came with the release of Aphrodite, a collection of songs solely dedicated to concepts of love, beauty, and the celestial, as they are associations of the Goddess.
Aphrodite helps promote Kylie to a new status among the pop music community, and that status is iconically symbolized as her appearance as Aphrodite in the “All the Lovers” music video, as it demonstrates the birth of Aphrodite and alludes Kylie as a representation of the Goddess. 


[1] All the Lovers. Dir. Joseph Kahn. Perf. Kylie Minogue. EMI, 2010. Film.  Lead single from Aphrodite.
[2] See Hesiod, Theogony 188-195.
[3] Minogue, Kylie. Aphrodite. Parlophone, 2010. CD.
[4] Berens, E. M. A Hand-Book of Mythology. New York: Maynard, Merrill, & Co., 1894. Print.
[5] Minogue, Kylie. “I Should Be So Lucky.” Kylie. PWL, 1988. CD.


Here is the vid. It is INCREDIBLY SENSUAL, so be warned: