Sunday, January 29, 2012

A Totes Presh Blogpost on Abreves

That's
totes, 
defs 
presh. 


Adorbs.
Inapropro.
Popo.
Supes
Awks
Obvi 
Perf
Hilar
Maj
Besties.
btw (prounounced b.t. dubs)
Lolz (pronounced lullz)
ROFL (prounouced roffel)
FBO (face-book offical)
DTR (define the relationship)
NBD (no big deal)
Froyo
Legit
Delish

Quite honestly, I was introduced to this world of "abbrev" when I came to BYU, we take a picture, and Karina looks at it and says, "that's totes presh." (I'm not even sure if I'm spelling this "correctly", abbrev or abreves, so I'll just switch between the two... that might just prove my point even more!)
At first it I thought it was a joke, but no one was laughing and everyone just accepted "totes" as "totally" and "presh" as "precious.
And, embarassingly, I didn't know what any of these meant. I remember asking my roommates, what does "nbd" mean? They laughed at me. No big deal. Hey, in high school there was hardly any pop culture, and I use real words, children :) 
A whole new world was opened up to me -- changing normal words to just weird words, in a completely adolescent, strange, odd way.  They're shortened words that sometimes have an s on the end.
I looked up abreves in urban dictionary, and this was the example they gave me. I thought it was totes presh. ;)

There's an "The Abbrevs" Facebook page.  Apparently May 3rd is National Abbrev Day? Wow.
Some more abbrevs I discovered there are: (I provided interpretations for the illiterate, like me.)
Pleas. (for pleasure)
Drams (drama)
Brill (brilliant)
Ridic (ridiculous)
Diff (different)
I still have not succumbed to the abbreviations fad, (I only use them when I'm mocking people) but I find it quite hilar. lolz. Wait, I take that back. There is one word I say, which is "legit." I should work on that.
Now I'm just being mean :)
As funny as it is, it kind of scares me. Where is our vocabulary going these days?  My generation's ability to communicate is seriously declining...we can't even use real words anymore.
It stems from texting, wanting to say so many words in as little characters as possible.  Which makes sense, but when we're having face to face conversations, say "That's totally precious." (which sounds kind of weird) instead of "totes" presh. Actually "laugh out loud" or "roll on the floor laughing" when someone says something funny, don't say lols.
Right now I just jokingly laugh at the abbreviations (hey, it makes for a good blog-post), but let's hope we don't take our addiction to our careers and families.

Comment if there's any abreves I've forgotten :)

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

A Shepherdess in Don Quixote: Beauty, Virtue, and Independence

I am reading Don Quixote in my Comparative Literature Class, and I came across this wonderful part about a shepherdess named Marcela.  Marcela is the most beautiful woman any man has ever seen, and men leave their careers to pursue her.  One of her suitors dies in his grief, and the people begin blame her for his death. She comes to his funeral to defend herself.  She beautifully preaches that a truly beautiful woman is one who is chaste and pure, not one who flaunts her external beauty.  She asserts her independence as a shepherdess -- this is who she wants to be, and her male suitors will not change her mind.  I love this random incident in Don Quixote, because it contradicts a common societal thought at the time: a woman's value is in her beauty.  Marcela preaches the true virtuous woman; the true value of a virtuous woman. Marcela is virtuous, chaste, beautiful, intelligent, and independent.   (I rejoice when I find this stuff in literature. It's my favorite :))


This is what Marcela says:

You all say that heaven made me beautiful, so much so that this beauty of mine, with a force you can’t resist, makes you love me; and you say and even demand that, in return for the love you show me, I must love you.  By the natural understanding which God has granted me I know that whatever is beautiful is lovable; but I can’t conceive why, for this reason alone, a woman who’s loved for her beauty should be obliged to love whoever loves her.  What’s more, it could happen that the lover of beauty is ugly, and since that which is ugly is loathsome, it isn’t very fitting for him to say: “I love you because you’re beautiful; you must love me even though I’m ugly.”  And even if they are well-matched as far as beauty goes, that doesn’t mean that the attraction’s going to be mutual, because not all beauty inspires love.  Some beauties delight the eye but don’t captivate the heart; just as well, because if all beauty did inspire love and conquer hearts, people’s affections would be forever wandering this way and that without knowing where to come to rest – there’s an infinite number of beautiful people, so the affections would be infinite, too.  And, according to what I’ve heard, true love can’t be divided, and must be voluntary, not forced on you.  If this is so, as I believe it is, why do you think I should be obliged to give in to you, just because you say you love me dearly?  Or else tell me this: of heaven had made me ugly instead of beautiful, would I have been right to complain about you for not loving me?  What’s more, you must remember that I didn’t choose this beauty of mine – heaven gave it to me, exactly as you see it, quite freely, without my asking for it or picking it. And just as the viper doesn’t deserve to be blamed for her poison, even though she kills with it, because nature gave it to her, so I don’t deserve to be blamed for being beautiful; because beauty in a  virtuous woman is like a distant fire or sharp sword, which don’t burn or cut anyone who doesn’t come too close.  Honor and virtue are ornaments of the soul, and without them the body, even if it is beautiful, shouldn’t seem beautiful.  Well then, if chastity is one of the virtues that most embellish the soul and the body, why should the woman who’s loved for her beauty lose her chastity by responding to the advances of the man who, merely for his own pleasure, employs all his strength and cunning to make her lose it?
I was born free, and to live free I chose the solitude of the countryside….I am the distant fire and the far-off sword….If I’d encouraged him, I should have been false; if I’d gratified him, I should have been acting against my own intentions, better than his…Because a woman who doesn’t love any man can’t make any man jealous, and disabuse must not be confused with disdain.  He who calls me fierce and a basilisk can leave me alone, as something evil and dangerous; he who calls me an ingrate can stop courting me; he who calls me distant can keep his distance; he who calls me cruel can stop following me: because this fierce basilisk, this ingrate, this cruel and distant woman is most certainly not going to seek, court, approach or follow any of them.

I love this :) I should have used it in my Senior Thesis.

Friday, January 13, 2012

An Apology for Justin Bieber (Andrew Powley)


So since I have had writers block for about a month now, I decided to feature a guest author on my blog - my cousin Andrew!  Andrew is a very creative writer - his use of simile and metaphor is impressive, to say the least.  This is an assignment we had to do for our Comparative Literature class, enjoy :)

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my humble university career is that simple intelligence has nothing to do with one’s success. That is, intelligence alone will not land you a career in that wasteland we call the real world. Undergraduates often get hung up in the common notion that a grade point average certifies the surgeons, legalizes the lawyers, and so forth.  And they’re right to worry about such trifles, but not for the reasons they think. Most people commonly associate the GPA with a measure of intelligence, or how “smart” someone is. Nothing could be further from the truth. Think about the grade you received on your first college report card. Was the grade you received a mark of how talented your brain was at computing information? Or rather, did it reflect how hard you slaved and trained yourself to understand course material? The latter implies that the GPA is not a measure of talent someone possesses, but more a gauge of a student’s willingness to work hard.
 I recently had the opportunity to sit in on a number of lectures with successful medical doctors, all of which had little to say about their relative brain capacities to others. In fact, they bragged about their work hours. They proudly told the horror stories of first-year residencies; relished in the memories of sleeping only eight hours a week.  They hung their third-world humanitarian experiences with pride around their necks.  It was a dedication to hard work that set these men apart—a dedication to harvest their own fruits of success.
I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in work, the chance to find yourself. Your own reality—for yourself…
Joseph Conrad (from his short story Heart of Darkness)
                Through personal perseverance one assimilates into adulthood, gaining a heightened awareness of reality. That reality is characterized by the undying principle that hard work determines success. For this reason, I disdain the current state of the popular music industry.  In the past, the musician had to fight and persist through trials and failures in order to secure his fame.
Take for example The Beatles; people generally assume that when the Beatles came to America they became a sort of “instant success” with undeniably natural talent. However, in reality The Beatles were a struggling band eight years before their rise to stardom. For eight years, Paul McCartney and John Lennon had to marinate in the back streets of Hamburg, Germany while pursuing their own music gigs, organize rock band logistics such as equipment, members, pay etc. They had to be businessmen. Only after “a hard day’s night” did the band really explode into this worldwide phenomenon. Their music is timeless because, yes, in part they were brilliant musicians, but more so the amount of work and entrepreneurship that went into creating a rock and roll powerhouse had a correlating pay off.
In fact, researchers have settled on what they believe is the magic number for true expertise: ten thousand hours.
Malcolm Gladwell (from his book Outliers)
                And consequently, the modern advent of YouTube has killed the spirit of hard work. I speak naturally of the abominable event of Justin Bieber’s “overnight” night rise to fame.
People don't rise from nothing....It is only by asking where they are from that we can unravel the logic behind who succeeds and who doesn't.
Malcolm Gladwell (from his book Outliers)  
I’ll center my criticism on one crucial fact. Look at any biography and notice that Bieber never in fact pursued his own musical career by even bothering to post his own videos—his mom did it for him. Bieber never personally sought out record deals: they were handed to him by a desperate contract agent. This very notion has created a false reality amongst hundreds of young aspiring musicians that all they need to do is post their recordings online and then by some miracle the recording offers will pop up on their Facebook accounts. This is false, and I must make this apology for Justin Bieber. The modern conveniences of the digital age cannot substitute for hard work. If you’re young and naïve to the realities of sorrows and trials that accompany the rise to fame, start laboring now.  
To be alive is to have scars.
John Steinbeck (from his novel Winter of Our Discontent)
                Now, I respect the prodigy within Justin Bieber; his musical skills are incredible, and very few people have the ability to swoon millions of adolescent girls. Without a doubt, he must have put a considerable amount of effort into developing his talents by himself. Nonetheless, Bieber lacks the drive for entrepreneurship. He doesn’t write his own music, and doesn’t work to keep his fame. He doesn’t have to, mainly because he is still a teenager. I believe that the apparent lack of inexperience and honest labor will end up being detrimental to Bieber’s character.
This flaw already manifests itself with the prideful air in which Bieber portrays his music. He’ll turn a humble Christmas carol (“The Little Drummer Boy”), bastardize the religious sentiment and boast about his talents:
And I only spit heat cause I'm playin' for the Son.
Playin' for the King, playin for the Title,
I'm surprised you didn't hear this in the Bible.
I'm so tight, I might go psycho.
Justin Bieber
Pride is the enemy of hard work--like a soft whisper from Hell it subtly insists that talent alone achieves fame. This is the greatest obstacle to success, and if not overcome, we halt our own potential growth. Soon, the musician sits idly by waiting for his tribute from the common man until he realizes all his friends have deserted and he is left with nothing—not even the drive to work harder.
You don’t have enough talent to win on talent alone!
Herb Brooks (coach of the 1984 US Gold Medal Olympic Hockey Team)
                 Bieber hasn’t developed the entrepreneur work ethic, and similarly once he turns 18 and enters adulthood, he won’t have the drive to work hard either. Unless he learns that taking initiative is what fuels fame, his music will turn into a short lived fad, and drift away with the sands of time.