Saturday, July 31, 2010

Summer Can Finally Begin!

This last week has been a good one for me.



On Monday morning (July 26th--Happy Birthday Marc!) I left the comfort of my home and went to the hideous torture chamber known as the Math Hub. This seemingly harmless room has set the scene for some of my greatest frustrations and triumphs of Summer Semester, 2010. On the aforementioned day, that room witnessed my greatest victory of the entire summer: I survived the Final Exam and passed the class!!! I never have to go through that horror show again!

As I drove home that morning, I was literally, childishly giddy. I don't think I've giggled that much since the 5th grade. I was beside myself, and I celebrated by blasting some of my favorite songs over the car stereo. Take THAT Intermediate Algebra! Consider yourself defeated!

After jumping that (for me) considerable hurdle, I was able to really focus on finishing up the work for my English class. My final essay has been written and edited. However, I have to wait until some of my fellow students review, edit, and return said essay to me before I can turn the thing in. (They've got until Wednesday night, then I'm turning the essay in with or without their input. It's due at 6 pm on Friday evening, and there's no way I'm going to turn it in late.)

Once I finished my essay, I found that I had the time and mental energy for some completely frivolous reading. I haven't been able to really enjoy a book in months, so the last few days have been heavenly.

Now I have a couple of weeks to recover before Fall semester begins. I think I'll be ready. I have one last math class to trudge my way through, and then I can REALLY celebrate and start taking classes that I actually enjoy.

However, it's not the evils of math that I'm feeling the most anxiety about. What's really got me nervous is the fact that in the same time frame that I will be starting Fall semester, my son will be starting Kindergarten. I really need to have a sit down with Father Time. He's totally messing with me, making my kids grow up so impossibly fast. It hardly seems fair...but that's a rant for another day.

Until next time, let's all just celebrate my current freedom with a collective sigh of relief: Aaaaahhhhhhh...feels good.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Moms. Ninjas. Same Thing.



Tonight I decided that Moms are essentially made of the same stuff as ninjas.

Think about it: Who else do you know (besides a ninja) that takes on the full-time responsibility that mothers do? They work 24/7. Even while sleeping, moms are still on duty, ever ready to handle any crisis that comes about.

Moms, like ninjas, require catlike reflexes. This is necessary in order to avoid injury. Moms must keep out of the way of any flailing arms, legs, and heads of young hyperactive children. Moms also use such reflexes in order to be sure that children, fragile objects, and/or food do not fall crashing to the floor. They must be able to catch a falling child/item at any moment.

Just like the best ninjas, moms are also required to be ever on the alert. A mother must ensure that young children don't get a hold of anything dangerous. If by some means a child does manage to gain access to something dangerous, moms have to be quick on their feet in order to avert disaster.

Moms and ninjas also need to have exceptional mental capacities. This is how moms are able to face the logic of those wily toddlers. Moms have to stay ahead of the game, or be defeated.

Another essential skill that moms and ninjas share is the ability to move with ninja-like silence and stealth. This provides the ninja/mom with the ability to sneak up on an opponent. Ninjas to do ninja things, moms to catch a kid in the middle of doing something forbidden or dangerous.

One of the most vital skills that moms and ninjas require is the ability to block out all unnecessary sounds in order to focus on what they are doing. Moms possess the power to tune out the noise of television, music, talking, and the chaos of young children playing and bustling around them. How else could they get ANYTHING done?

Moms and ninjas also share a higher threshold than most other humans for annoyance. Moms can handle the sounds of whining children, Spongebob Squarepants, and can even answer the question: "Why" approximately 5 times more in an hour than anyone else. (Ninjas exhibit this lack of annoyance by being endlessly patient and calm at all times--most moms haven't quite reached that level yet).

Always on duty, excellent reflexes, ever vigilant, intelligent, stealthy, focused and patient. These are all skills that ninjas must possess in order to survive. Moms require these very skills and more. Motherhood is a tougher job than most people realize, and most of us moms wouldn't trade our position in life for the world. Why would we? We're on equal footing with NINJAS! HI-YAH! Bring it on!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Just Because I Can...

I decided to post one of my essays from this semester's English class. The assignment was to watch a movie, and then its remake. Then we were required to find the differences between the two films as well as some sort of societal change that would have caused those differences.

The film I chose to look at is "12 Angry Men". Admittedly, the two versions of this film didn't really have a lot of differences. The story and dialogue are nearly identical. However, there is one big difference: The cast in the newer film is far more diverse--racially I mean.






Anyway, here's the essay, in which I discuss my findings in more detail. Enjoy!

(PS: I have an entire "Works Cited" list if you feel the need to see it. Just let me know!)

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An accurate, though often underestimated way to measure the attitudes, traditions, and emotions of any culture through time is to watch movies. Whether it is a time of war, peace, or political unrest—anything that might be happening at the time will invariably be portrayed on film. It could even be said that a way for people to escape from or confront the issues that their society is facing is to watch them play out on the big screen.

Movies may not be an obvious source of information, but they can be counted on to give an accurate snapshot of society. This becomes even clearer when one watches two versions of the same film, especially when they have been produced decades apart. This tendency is something that will be explored further in this paper, using one film as an example.

The setup seems simple. Twelve jurors, locked in a cramped room are instructed to come to a unanimous verdict regarding the murder trial of an eighteen year old boy. If convicted, the boy faces the death penalty. During the course of their time together, each juror’s individual character is revealed; the good and the bad.

“12 Angry Men,” directed by Sidney Lumet, was originally released in 1957 (Fonda). Starring Henry Fonda, the story develops around the deliberations of a jury—if their unanimous verdict is “guilty”, an eighteen year old boy goes to the electric chair for the murder of his father. When they first enter the deliberation room, a vote is cast. Eleven of the twelve men immediately vote “guilty.” Only one, Juror #8 (played by Henry Fonda) raises his hand for a “not guilty” vote.

From there, the story becomes far less simple as Juror #8 begins to convince his fellow jurors to reconsider their decision. By pointing out the inconsistencies and gaping holes in the prosecution’s case, the jury begins to see the case in a whole new way. Each and every man in that tiny deliberation room reveals the darkest side of his personality during the course of the film. One by one, the jurors change their verdict. (Internet Movie Database)

The original version of this film was taped in black and white. Every juror was a Caucasian male, as were the judge, both attorneys and the guards. According to a review by Tim Dirks, the story of “12 Angry Men” is meant to be metaphoric. “The jurors were made to represent a cross-section of American attitudes towards race, justice, and ideology…” (Dirks)

In “12 Angry Men”, race is a source of tremendous tension in the group. Juror #10, played by Ed Begley in the original film, is openly racist. To the credit of the other jurors, every one of them is disgusted by his bigotry, turning their backs on him during his most impassioned racist speech. However, although the characters are more open-minded, seeing a racially integrated jury on film in 1957 was not something that most people would have been completely comfortable with. When “12 Angry Men” was first released, the Jim Crow Laws were still in effect.

Jim Crow was the name given to a set of laws which were passed during Reconstruction in 1877. These stated that white people and black people should be kept “separate but equal”. Of course there was hardly any “equality” involved in this societal segregation (Pilgrim).

The Jim Crow Laws didn’t really end until the 1960’s. Even then there would be quite a long way to go before African Americans were fully integrated and accepted into mainstream American society. Some say we’re still not there. Now, over fifty years later, Americans look back on the time of the Jim Crow Laws as though they ended a century ago, when in fact it has been merely half that time.

In 1997, “12 Angry Men” was remade and released as a cable television movie (Lemmon). Directed by William Friedkin, this new version of the film was also set in New York City. The case under discussion was the same; the dialogue is almost identical to that of the original film. The more minor differences between the original film and its remake include: the fact that it was in color, the actors, and the addition of a few curse words.

The one stark difference between the two films is the fact that the cast is considerably more diverse. Four out of the twelve jurors are African American. The guard is African American, and the judge is a woman. In the remake, Jack Lemmon takes over the role of Juror #8. His performance is good, but it’s the performance of Mykelti Williamson as Juror #10 that is the most surprising. Juror #10, an offensively racist white man in the first film, is now a Black Muslim man. (Internet Movie Database)

When most people think about racism, they think about white people looking down on every other race. What this casting decision does for the audience is to make them think about the way other races feel about each other. Racism is ugly no matter who it’s coming from.

The question now becomes: What is the reason behind the difference between the 1957 and 1997 versions of “12 Angry Men”? The answer is simple: The Civil Rights Movement.


In 1957, the Civil Rights movement was only just starting. Two years earlier, a 42 year old woman named Rosa Parks refused to relinquish her seat on a segregated bus to a white person, sparking a flame that would change America. According to the official NAACP website, Parks’ story has been skewed a little through legend and rumor. Contrary to popular belief, Parks didn’t remain in her seat because she was too tired. A long time member of the NAACP, she was willfully protesting against the Jim Crow Laws. Because of that simple act, she is now considered to be the mother of the Civil Rights Movement (NAACP).


On February 14th 1957, Martin Luther King Jr. formed the Southern Christian Leadership Conference—a group whose purpose was to fight segregation (SCLC).
In that same year, a new Civil Rights Act was presented before Congress. Its purpose was to protect the voting rights of all citizens, including “Negroes.” At the time, the Democratic Party was made up largely of Southern politicians, many of whose constituents still believed that blacks were a lesser race. Democrats chose to filibuster the Act until it was weakened enough for its terms to be more acceptable (eisenhower.archives).

Because of the turbulent debates regarding the issue, Civil Rights were slow in their success. It took decades of work to bring about the equality that African Americans needed and deserved. On August 6, 1957; the Director of Minorities for the Republican National Committee—Val J. Washington, wrote a letter to then Senator Lyndon B. Johnson. In the letter, Washington chastised Johnson, a Democrat, for the anti-Civil Rights actions of his party (Washington).

Then in 1964, at the insistence of now President Lyndon B. Johnson, a new Civil Rights Act was signed into law. This outlawed the unfair treatment of any individual, regardless of race, gender, etc. It was a big step toward a better, more integrated society, giving all citizens a better chance to reach their full potential, and work together as equals.

Since the Civil Rights Movement, African Americans have gone from being seen as second class citizens to highly respected people, vital to American society. People of all races and origins have come together as friends and fellow Americans. The first ever African American President is currently in the Oval Office. With every generation, we come closer and closer to becoming a country of true equality for all citizens.

This society-wide change for the better is largely due to the heroic efforts of Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King Jr., the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, and enlightened members of the United States government. Now, instead of people being shocked at the idea of African Americans serving on the same jury with Caucasian-Americans, they would be shocked and appalled if every jury were not made up of a diverse array of people.

If nothing else, movies can show us as a society where we have been, and how far we have come. At least in the case of Civil Rights, we can look at our progress with a sense of satisfaction, and gain a greater hope for the future.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Regrets...

I am still ruing a lost opportunity that was staring me in the face for years, right close to home.

On a prominent corner of Main Street, there exists a lube and oil station. At the moment, they go by the name of "Main Street Lube and Oil." However, this was not always their name.

When my husband and I first saw this building, it was plastered with the Pennzoil logo. A tall marquis sign also bore the logo: Pennzoil. Underneath the word "Pennzoil" on that very sign was the subheading: "We Feature Pennzoil."

I'll give you a minute to think about that. Does the word "redundant" come to mind?

This wonderful sign gave my husband and me something to laugh about every time we drove past it. No matter how badly my day was going, I could look at that sign and laugh myself into a good mood in no time.

Then, one day, my husband and I were driving past our favorite Pennzoil station when we saw, beneath all those wonderful Pennzoil logos, a new, even bigger sign on the side of the building. What did it say, you might ask? Now take this in slowly:

"We Feature Valvoline."

Take a moment to get this picture into your head: "Pennzoil logo here, Pennzoil logo there, Pennzoil logo here, Tall Pennzoil sign way up there. And then, on the side of the building in a very prominent spot: "We Feature Valvoline". It's too perfect.

Just when I was sure that my favorite joke couldn't get any more funny, lo and behold, the Gods of Hilarity gave me a wonderful gift. The joke became almost too good to be allowed.

Soon enough however, that joke was taken away from me. The Valvoline sign was an indication that the station had changed hands,(or at least switched allegiances). The owners didn't get to changing the signs for several weeks, however, which made me so happy.

Anyways, every time I passed that station, before and after the change, I thought to myself: "Man! I should really take a picture of that!" I never did, however, and I regret it to this very day.

So, I have made a resolution: From now on, I will keep an eye out for and take pictures of any signs that strike me as funny or ridiculous. Just so I won't be the only one in on the joke, I will post all pictures here so anyone can enjoy them. You're welcome.

Here is a fine specimen that I found a few weeks ago (before the blog). A big thanks to Tyler for pointing this gem out to me:



I will leave you with Tyler's comments on this one: "So does that mean that they are all the way off on the other days of the week?" Think about it.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

A Short Lesson in Creating Band Names...

I've discovered the secret.

There is a very simple rule to creating a good name for a rock band. Think about some of the most successful bands out there: The Rolling Stones, The Counting Crows, The All-American Rejects, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Smashing Pumpkins. They have all followed this "band-name rule", and look where they've gone since then! The Beatles only half followed the rule and they did pretty well in their time.

The formula for a good band name: The word "The" + Adjective + Noun. This noun can be related or completely unrelated to the chosen adjective. Put those three elements together and voila! You've got yourself a fantastic name for your rock band.

I inadvertently created a band name tonight. It's how I came across this formula. Our little family had just finished dinner at the Olive Garden. As we left the restaurant I was carrying two takeout boxes with a bag of breadsticks balancing on top. Predictably, the breadsticks fell to the floor multiple times. When we got home those breadsticks took one more dive to the ground.

I let out an exasperated sigh: "Geez, these must be some really suicidal breadsticks!" And there it was: the secret. Think about it: "The Suicidal Breadsticks" would be a great name for a band!

Others before me may have already figured out this rule. If so, don't burst my bubble. It's a new idea to me!

(By the way, if you're looking for a band name, feel free to take "Suicidal Breadsticks." I'll buy your album.)

**Note: Don't be fooled by little side shows like Muse, Metallica, or Nirvana. They didn't follow the rule at all, and they've virtually fallen off the face of the map...er...right?**