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.  

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Happy Birthday Grammie! - December 5th

I know it's 1 AM on December 6th, but to me it's still December 5th, which is my wonderful Grammie's birthday!
Some memories I have of Grammie from when I was little until now:
  • Having big family reunions in her backyard when I was little.  Playing with a bunch of stuffed animals? That's the youngest memory I have.
  • Grammie came to Pittsburgh and helped my mom out when Mary and Harrison were born.  I remember being really excited to see her.
  • Coming and visiting her a couple summers in a row.  Creating lots of fun smoothie recipes.  Playing dress-up in her basement. Learning a lot about myself, and learning a lot about my heritage.  I heard stories about her childhood, and she would give me advice about how to get through my elementary school dramas :)
  • Grammie is the one who first taught me the value of one my my favorite scriptures in the Book of Mormon.  I can't remember how old I was, but she taught me the value of Moroni 10:5. Grammie is always willing to share her testimony of the scriptures with me.
    • And by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things.
  • One word: England.  Some of my best memories of my life history so far have taken place in England.
There are many, many more childhood memories I have of my Grammie.  But I would just like to relate to you some things I have appreciated about Grammie over the past couple of years.
She always shows her love and care for me.  She asks me about what I am learning in school, and discusses ideas with me.  She is always willing to provide new insight for me, and give me new ideas.
Grammie is an example of an empowered woman who follows her inner light.  She, along with my other grandmothers, my mother, and my aunts, is the inspiration for my senior thesis.  Grammie's knowledge about women's studies has kindled my passion for the study and empowerment of women, especially in literature.
She has been here for me while I've been at BYU -- I have enjoyed being able to spend more time with her.  I am realizing that she, my mom, and I are all very alike :) And  for that, I am honored.  
I am so grateful for all the wonderful women who are great examples to me.
I love you Grammie. Happy birthday, and thank you for everything.

Goodbye Facebook (for two weeks)

It's finals week next week. So this week is the stressful week as we study and prepare for finals.
So, my roommate Hannah changed my password for facebook so that I can't get on it for the next two weeks. I thought it was a pretty smart move on my part.  Wish me luck!
Love,
Emma

Thursday, December 1, 2011

David's Lamentation

2 Samuel 18: 31-33
And, behold Cushi came; and Cushi said, Tidings my lord the king: for the Lord hath avenged thee this day of all them that rose up against thee.
And the king said unto Cushi, Is the young man Absalom safe? And Cushi answered, The enemies of my lord the king, and all that rise against thee to do thee hurt, be as that young man is.
And the king was much moved, and went up to he chamber over the gate, and wept: and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!

The story of King David is a tragic, and yet somehow beautiful, story.  
These verses tell of when David fights against his rebelling son, Absalom, in a war.  After a series of events, Absalom conspires and rebels against his father.  David and Absalom end up going to war against each other, and the above verses describe David's reaction when he hears of Absalom's death.
I find it particularly beautiful and touching that David says, "would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!" After Absalom rebels and betrays his father, his father's love is so great for him, he still wishes he had died for him.
This is a type of Christ's love for us.  It is a type of the deepest love that Jesus teaches of in the New Testament in John 15:13:
Greater love hath no man than this that a man lay down his life for his friends.
Whether you're religious or not, I think this rings true -- that sacrifice is one of the deepest forms of love.  The song sung by Chanticleer really describes this emotion that David is feeling.  When I listen to it, I feel David's mourning and his love for his son.
(Below is the audio clip):
Chanticleer - David's Lamentation

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Showing another side of David, his downfall. While not biblical, the song Hallelujah originally written and performed by Leanard Cohen and covered by Jeff Buckley, is very religious in meaning.  Some of the lyrics read:
I've heard there was a secret chord

That David played, and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do you?
...
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
...
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
...
Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who has seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
...
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah



In Hebrew, the word "Hallelujah" means "Praise the Lord, Yaweh."  I think these lyrics, while I don't agree with every aspect of them, mean that David, as broken and tragic as he his, continues to praise the Lord.  To  me, the cry "Hallelujah" means love: "Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah."  David praises the Lord in the entire Book of Psalms, he sings praises to the Lord.  He sings to the Lord his God, "Hallelujah."
Like in the famous Psalm 23: "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want...He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake."
David is an example of one who loves, one who loves with his whole heart.  He loves his son, and he loves the Lord his God.  David was not the perfect king, and I cry at his downfall with Bath-sheba and killing her husband.  But David always sought to be a righteous king after these actions.
May we love God with a strong love.  May we love those around us, even those who betray us and rebel against us.
And let us never forget the love God has for us, stronger than any love David expresses.  Christ laid down his life for us, the greatest love that gives us reason to hope and rejoice.

Monday, November 28, 2011

I'm a Tall Enthusiast

"You're really tall!"
"Oh really? Wow, thanks for telling me that. I never noticed."

First of all, I, Emma, am really not that tall. I'm almost 5'11".  The average height for an American male is 5'10" (it's true. seriously, google it) and the average height for an American female is apparently 5'4". Maybe I feel like I'm a giant, because I was always a head taller than everyone until about my sophomore year in high school. But at that point, the boys had caught up to me and some had even passed me.  Yet, without fail, I somehow still get all the tall comments.  Heck, I'm not even over 6 feet!  I like being tall, it has its advantages.  I can always reach things without getting a stool.  I've been able to ride the rides at amusement parks much longer than people my age.  I can see over people's heads in the movies and in crowds.
Here are some of my favorite comments I've gotten over the years. More than ten times.


"How did you get to be so tall?"
"Oh, you know. Lots of stretching. Every night I'd stretch my arms high up to the ceiling, and next thing you know, I'm huge."

"Woah. Where did you get your height from?"
"I'm not really sure. My dad's basically my height."
"You must play volleyball."
"Nope, I don't actually."
"Basketball?"
"Nope."
"Man, what a waste of your height!"
"Thanks." Walk away thinking, wow. You're short, you must play miniature golf.


Standing in the sun. Small people follow you around. "Hey, can you just stand...right there?" Right in front of the sun? I get to be used for shade! Wow! Lucky me!  Exasperated sigh, "Sure."
"Wanna share some height?"
"Oh yeah, no problem. Here's a couple inches."

"You can't wear heels! You're just tall enough to the point where you're not intimidating. That'd just be scary." Well thank you, I've always wanted to scare people!
 
Twice, twice this happened to me. My little brother Ben's friends whisper into his ear:
"Woah! Your sister's HUGE!" 
Hey. Pick on somebody your own size. Tall people have feelings too.
I feel bad for anyone with long legs who tries to sit in the Marriott Center at BYU. I have to sit sideways in order to fit.
Studies show that tall people are happier and make more money.
And after reading this clip (http://www.prlog.org/10529749-jokes-about-being-tall.html) below.
I really do embrace my height. Seriously.

Tall ladies may also be subjected to attempted ridicule over their height. Likewise it's important that they are emotionally equipped to have the strength to deal with such juvenile behaviour as using jokes about tall people. Tall ladies should be proud of their tall stature, but may also choose to be cognisant of their clothing so as not to over play their height. At all times they must keep in mind that the advantages of being tall far outweigh the disadvantages of being tall. Hence coping with the occasional tall person joke should be seen as one of those occasional hazards of being tall.
If you choose to tell jokes about tall people in public, be aware of the hurt they could cause. Most times it will be innocent fun between friends and us tall people will not take offence, especially if we are not within earshot. But think before you joke about tall people. For some innoffensive jokes about tall people and lots more on the joys of being tall, please go to http://www.beingtall.com.

Really? Tall jokes are a hazard? I actually find them quite hilarious. And no, I don't downplay my height.
Now, I'm just gonna go put on those heels I own so I can be 6'2".  Hopefully I don't scare anyone :P

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Adolescent Adults on Television

According to research done by the Parents Televison Council, the average child between the ages of 2 and 17 spends approximately four hours every day viewing some sort of media - that's between twenty and thirty hours a week.  The media influences children's interpretation of values and morals.
Characters on "tween" shows have a disrespectful and condescending attitude toward their parents and other adult figures. 
While teenagers throughout the ages have always felt anger and resentment toward their parents, the portrayed attitude of teenage characters on television amplifies this attitude, decreasing teenagers' respect toward adults. Adults in teenager sitcoms are portrayed as adolescents in order to appeal to a younger audience.
For example, on the television show iCarly on Nickelodeon, the parents of the main character, Carly, are not cast.  Instead, Carly lives with her older brother Spencer, an artist, who lets her do anything she pleases.

In this picture, we see the immaturity of the "adult" figure in the show.  While this is fun and entertaining for iCarly's viewers, it  subconsciously influences them to think that "cool" adults act childish, and so they respect their parents less.





The only other adult figure in iCarly is Mrs. Benson, Carly's friend's mother, who is portrayed and exaggerated as an irrational, crazy, strange parent (fig 2).

Fig 2: "iMove Out: Asparagus." iCarly. Nickelodeon. Nick.com. Web. 4 Nov. 2011.

While Mrs. Benson has good intentions and is teaching her son valuable lessons, she does it obnoxiously. The show makes virtues, eating your vegetables and not swearing, seem ridiculous, crazy, and comical.
Modern media takes this approach, but older media took the exact opposite approach.  For example, in The Donna Reed Show, family life was portrayed as traditional, orderly, and almost "too" perfect.  Figure 3 shows the opening credits that would play before an episode would air:

Fig. 3: The Donna Reed Show. ABC. 24 Sept. 1958. Youtube.com. Web. 3 Nov. 2011
This portrayal of the "perfect" family life is also ridiculous, because most Americans, even in the 1950s, do not live this way.   The media should not portray parents as adolescents in order to relate to their primary audience. Should the media portray parents realistically -- as human beings who also make mistakes? Or should it portray parents as perfect human beings with all answers? Shows for teenagers on Disney Channel and Nickelodeon should portray parents as people with a positive influence - humans beings that can make mistakes, but are rational and act the way they do out of love.

Works Cited
"Sex, Violence, and Profanity in the Media Fact Sheet, TV Statistics - Parents Television Council." Parents Television Council - Because Our Children Are Watching. Web. 07 Nov. 2011. 

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Thankful for Roommate Picture Adventures (and a camera)

yes, I am still obsessed with leaves changing color. I think it's romantic.

This is a giant pazooki we made. YUM. Number of calories? Too many.


Here we are at a pretty outlook over Utah Valley. Pretty sunset. And I'd say we're all beautiful :)





Giant sleepover in the family room. Halfway through the night I went back to my bed. Karina and Sarah slept out there all week.







~Halloween~

  We were lost boys from Peter Pan. I'd say well look pretty legit. I think.



These pictures say it all. I would just like to say I won. But, that's really not that surprising :) I'm pretty much 5'11". Don't mess with me ;)
Halloween party at Grandma's house. Those are worms made out of jello that Aunt Holly made. Eyeball pizzas Aunt Heather made.  Delicious swamp water was also there, and graveyard cupcakes. Yum.


And yes, these are our camping out pictures for President Monson's devotional. It rained. We left. We didn't sleep. But we did get some pictures for proof. Yes, we are tired, sleep-deprived college students.