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Thursday, March 17, 2011

Busy Little Thing

I think giving up laziness for Lent is the best choice I've ever made (love you B!).

Not only do I work at my ever-increasingly-fantastic full time job -- that's sarcasm, folks-- I've also been lucky enough to pick up a writing project on the side for the (truly) fantastic site ReferAll.com. If you're a business owner (or lover!), this is the site for YOU. I finally feel like I'm actually putting my talents to use!

THANK GOODNESS!

-whitters
Saturday, March 5, 2011

Helix

 This is my ear:





After much deliberation and research, I went to a piercing parlor, picked out a little gem and waited while several others also had tiny holes stabbed in their body. The girl next to me had a tiny fleck of silver above her lip, the girl across from me had a tiny nose ring. The man doing my piercing had a whole row of rings up and down his ear.

The actual piercing took about five minutes and didn't hurt at all. The first time I went to get anything pierced, I was eight. I sat on a tiny bench at the mall while the gun was prepared. Only, I missed the memo about the part involving a gun. I screamed. Covered my ears. Ran o-u-t. Nothing like that was getting close to my ears. I told this all to my piercer. He looked at me like I was a nut case. This time, he used a needle and I slowly breathed while he stabbed me and put the earring in.


And it didn't even hurt!

Much.




-whitters
Saturday, February 26, 2011

Eight Moments in the Life of the Writer: Eight

So, I'm fairly good with words. You must agree if you're reading this. I like words. I like big words. Small words. New words. Nerdy words. One of my favorite books is the Phantom Tollbooth because of the proliferation of puns. (Apparently they are making it into a movie!!!)

JoHanna and I are in charge of writing a handbook for my work. The handbook is about kitchen remodeling. I have never remodeled anything nor do I know anything about it. But, here JoHanna and I are writing a handbook. It looks amazing, by the way, and is really good.  I'd use it. After many drafts, we present our book to our boss. He looks at it. Reads it. Practically points out each word with his finger the way a kindergartener does. He stops.

'I don't like this word."

"Which word?"

"Problematic."

"Uh, why?"

"It's a Big Word."

"Problematic? I use it all the time...it's not a hard word..."

"Oh. Sorry. We didn't all go to [Fancy Liberal Arts University in Southern California]."

Blank stare. More blank stare. Really blank stare. This is starting to get problematic.

"Well.  I've been speaking since I was six months old. I've been collecting words ever since. So..."

Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.

Apparently, problematic is now a Five Dollar Word.

pedantic, pretentious boor. 

Side note: An ex-boyfriend's sister-in-law majored in journalism. At her Thank You All for Coming wedding speech, she said she didn't want to write anything down because it would probably sound pretentious.

Hey, congratulations. Not being pretentious? Didn't happen.

Then, the entire family made fun of her behind her back. Which is malicious, spiteful, or overbearing.  See what I did there?
Sunday, November 7, 2010

List 8: Songs You Remember Dancing To

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1. Pioneer dances
In fourth grade, we had Pioneer day. We learned square dancing. I had to dance with a boy I didn't like. Gross.

2. Waltz

In sixth grade, for Valentine's Day, we learned to dance. We learned all the essentials, the waltz, the tango. We even had dance cards like in the 19th century. What the?

3. Boot Scootin' Boogie

Apparently, this dance is relegated to those places where conservatives, Bibles and rednecks abide. None of my friends in California knew what I was talking about. I performed it and everyone laughed at me.

4. Macarena

I loved this dance. I still love this dance. What's it to ya?

5. Awkward Middle School Slow Dance to Savage Garden
AHHHHHHH.

6. Cowboy Take Me Away
I danced to this at church camp. The boy asked me to dance on his feet. What the?

7. Any American hip-hop song
Italy. Every night straight for a week.

8. Smells Like Teen Spirit
Dance club in Monaco. A fat French man tried to kidnap me. He picked me up and I kicked his fat belly.
Monday, October 25, 2010

It's not Business...it's Personal

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It started at a young age. Gathering pens and several of my best notebooks, I climbed onto my bed to scribble out story after story. Using a mattress as a news desk, my brother and I were anchors. Dad was sound and camera crew and Mom was part of our loyal audience of one. Car accidents happened, babies were born, new shopping malls were opened and magic shows were announced. I was always busy writing as a child. Not only did I produce several years of Wood Television News; I also frequently penned The Wood Newsletter. There was nothing better than capturing the days' events, solidifying them into 12 point font. Letters marched across the page like ants, though I was unsure of their destination.


Years later, a high school teacher introduced me to a new passion. Sitting in a darkened classroom, the projector lighting the far wall of the room in blue haze, my teacher flipped through slides. We, a group of teenagers, sat silently dozing in the blue film. The slides advanced and an electricity permeated the air. The Calling of St. Matthew by Caravaggio filled screen, its tenebrisim breaking through our darkened stupor. It was as if every shard of Greek pottery, every serene Roman statue, every inch of canvas sped towards this painting and culminated in these brushstrokes, this contrast between darkness and light. This tension between changing one's life and rejecting an opportunity. It was then I realized my high school life hung on this tension. This was my defining moment. I could continue on towards the nearby colleges chosen by my friends, surrounded by the same people I grew up with, feel comfortable fitting the mold, or I could challenge my self. Break free from my comfortable surroundings and embrace a life changing opportunity. I left my home, moved to California and graduated early from university with a Bachelor's degree in Art History.


Returning to my home town after graduation has again placed me at that point of tenebrisim, that breaking point between light and dark. Rather than settle for unchanging experiences, I choose to continue carving my own path, create my own light. Ultimately, it is my goal to bring the same inspiration to others; sharing the world of culture and visual arts as well as continue to challenge myself, my world view, my beliefs and experiences.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

List Six: Favorite Teachers

The wonderful Sarah Von over at Yes and Yes makes a list every Sunday. She also travels the world and loves cheese. In my mind, we could be best friends. Here's the list:

1. Mrs. Kahmedoost


Pretty sure I spelled that wrong. But, she let me tutor the other kids in reading (yes I was am nerd awesome) and recommended plenty of books that I loved including Mrs. Piggle Wiggle.

2. Mrs. Hinton-Smith

Epic puppet shows made with paper-mache and light bulbs. Water colored fish kites. And she helped me improve my writing.

3. Mrs. Winter

Introduced me to Sharon Creech. I love you Bloomability, Walk Two Moons and Chasing Redbird. Also led me to read Julie of the Wolves and almost every book by Scott O'Dell and fantasize about living in Alaska and racing in the Iditorod.

4. Miss Westenskow

Made college look easy. With monthly reports, handcrafted castles we lived in for a week AND a musical performed entirely by sixth grade students, I'm surprised she didn't go crazy. She also read to us everyday after lunch.

5. Mr. Hall

Taught me how to write. Taught me to love art history. Also called my group of friends moles after we fell asleep repeatedly in his first period class. My friend Lisie responded by laughing so hard she fell off her chair. He then called us monkeys. He also made fun of people behind their backs and once told me to watch out for birds trying to land in my nest of extra curly blonde hair.

6. Mrs. Riley

Taught me to write. Hands down, would not know how to write without her. I still have my English notebook from her AP English Lit class. When my little sister asks me to borrow it, I will not let her.

7. (Okay I had to cheat) Dr. Colburn

I'm sure she hates me for coming late to her class everyday. She edited my senior thesis and took us to all the coolest museums. She's also an AWESOME cook and very smart. And patient. And speaks Italian. And French. And German. Bear would also like me to add that her use of four letter words was especially fantastic as well.

8. (Had to cheat again) Melia

Taught me about Hindu art and caused me to be soo obsessed with India I had to visit. She took us to a Hindu temple. She was so excited about art, it made me excited to learn. She also has cool tattoos.


Honorable Mention:

Nelladet, my internship teacher. She called me Barbie and my friend Willis Skipper. She let us talk during class. Once, she sent us out to evaluate customer service in places around the area. My friend and I went to breakfast and then to a used car super sale where we proceeded to test drive vehicles. While we should have been in school. When we were in no way old enough to test drive anything. Another time, Willis and I evaluated the customer service of a custom jewelry shop and tried on $9,000 rings after we told the owner our parents were divorced and started dating after we introduced them and were going to get married. Not quite sure if he knew we were lying. Thanks Mr. Fadel! Hold onto that ring for me!
Monday, September 6, 2010

Death, Protection and Power at the Utah Museum of Fine Arts

Didn't actually make it through my incredibly long-winded, art history filled longer tour from the UMFA.? I cut down the essay to 300 words. An incredible feat for the girl whose last real writing project was a 27 page thesis on the similarities between Medieval European and Japanese Feudal art. This time I bring you a much condensed version of the tour of Death. Yes, I'm not only old, I'm also morbid. Come see the tour, or any other great Highlights of the Collection tours in person! Tour Times

The Utah Museum of Fine Arts at the University of Utah is one of the best places to explore cultures from around the world. Objects on display at the museum focusing on death, protection and power from Egyptian, African and Mayan cultures allow the mind to learn and expand -- all without leaving the Salt Lake Valley.
The "killer" tour starts at a 26th dynasty sarcophagus from Egypt. Decorating the wooden sarcophagus are scenes from the Book of the Dead that offered protection and guidance for journeying into the underworld. A proper burial was needed so the ka or spirit could find the body in the afterlife and included a sarcophagus like this one.
In the Congo, deceased ancestors offered protection after death. This small, smoothly carved Boyo statue is of an important chief and served a dual purpose. Honoring the deceased through these statues meant the Boyo would be protected from harm. These statues also established legitimacy as living rulers traced their heritage back to strong ancestors.
The last stop is a large funerary urn depicting the Hero Twins of Mayan culture in Guatemala and dates from 100 B.C.-900 A.D. Seeking revenge after relatives were murdered by underworld deities, the Twins turned into catfish, tricked the deities and became rulers. These vessels held the decapitated rulers’ heads and because Mayans believed their kings were descendants of the Twins, these vessels protected the kings’ power and memory.
After circling the globe, the exploration of death, protection and power comes to an end. Though the cultures are varied, protecting the memory and power of the deceased was a common goal. Come learn about and explore these, and other great pieces, at the UMFA located at the University of Utah at 410 Campus Center Drive in Salt Lake City.
Friday, September 3, 2010

hey BEAR

I need more experience writing, that's for sure.  B feels the need to light a fire under my a...

I need a few writing examples to apply for the Arts Journalism program.  Thus, my tour for the Utah Museum of Fine Arts was typed and edited.  And posted for your viewing pleasure.  Mind my spelling and grammar.  I haven't been to school in a year.  Thoughts?  (Hopefully nice) comments?  I'm sorry if I put those of you not particularly interested in art asleep.  Go read another blog.  Kidding.  Sort of.

Mahatma Gandhi once said, "Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”   The Utah Museum of Fine Arts, located on the sprawling campus of the University of Utah, is one of the best places in Utah to do just that.  Unique objects on display at the museum focusing on death and power from Egyptian, African, Hindi and Mayan cultures allow the mind to live, learn, explore and expand -- all without leaving the Salt Lake Valley.  

    The "killer" tour starts at a sarcophagus from ancient Egypt.  This sarcophagus came from the 26th dynasty of Egypt, a time of great turmoil and war.  A time when death was all too common.  In Greek, sarcophagus literally means "flesh eater."  The Egyptians, however, viewed the sarcophagus quite differently.  What the Greeks called a "flesh eater" was viewed by Egyptians as a "flesh holder."  A resting place. Egyptians loved living and celebrating a long, fruitful life.  They hoped to continue these flourishing lives long into the afterlife.  This sarcophagus reflects this desire, holding the body and keeping it safe until it was reunited with its ka or spirit in the afterlife.  A proper burial was needed so the ka could find the body in the afterlife.  A proper burial protected the body after death and included a sarcophagus like this one.  

    Decorating the wooden sarcophagus are symbolic scenes and elaborate incantations from the Egyptian Book of the Dead.  These were meant to protect the deceased occupant and guide him through their perilous journey into the underworld.  The name of each occupant is also included on the footboard of the sarcophagus.  This particular sarcophagus holds a man named Padiusir.  Padiusir's ancestors, like other Egyptian families, had immense respect for their deceased relatives.  They believed ancestors could influence the lives of the living for better or for worse.  Burial practices that protected the deceased were important for the living as well.  Ancestors that made it happily and safely to the afterlife could protect the living. Padiusir's  living ancestors also protected his memory by repeating his name over and over.  This ritual also ensured a happy existence in the afterlife.  

    Egyptian burial practices helped protect the deceased by guiding them into the afterlife and helping ensure a happy life for ancestors both living and dead.  Moving father into Africa, deceased ancestors also offered protection after death.  The memories and life of the deceased is given power and protection in death.  Like the Egyptians, the Boyo people of the Congo also believed their ancestors played an active and important role in the lives of the living.  While the Egyptian sarcophagi on display is large, decorative and elaborate, this small, smooth, richly carved Boyo statue is just as powerful.  With strong, circular arched eyebrows, a heart shaped nose and face and flat facial features, these small scale, wooden statues were usually of important and accomplished chiefs.  

    Each sturdy figure serves a dual purpose.  When disasters strikes, the Boyo people try to interpret the will of the ancestors by dreams or other dorms of divination.  By honoring the deceased through these statues, the Boyo believe the ancestor would be more likely to protect the living from harm or to influence future events for good.  Memories of great chieftains and the legitimacy of their progeny are also protected through these statues.  The statue of the ancestor kings were revered as much as a king himself and also helped current kings establish power and legitimacy as they traced their heritage and power back to their strong, ancestor kings.  

    Crossing through the museum and into India, the home country of the great Mahatma, the next cultural example presents a different view of death.  Representing one of the most widely loved and worshipped Hindu gods, a 14th century ornate, granite Ganesha statue stands majestically.  Exuding a jovial nature, as well as a sense of strength, he is known to bring good luck and fortune as well as the remover of obstacles.  He is frequently prayed to before embarking on a new adventure or life experience.  Ganesha's large belly and intricately carved elephant head are his most distinguishing features.   

What is particularly interesting about Ganesha is how he acquired his elephant head.  Hindu religion tells the story of a young prince asked to guard his Queen mother Parvati after his King father Shiva left home.  Years later, his father arrived home and demanded entrance into the household.  The young prince adamantly refused to let him in.  Getting more than a little perturbed, the King drew his sword and severed the prince's head.  The Queen mother pleaded with the King to revive her son.  The King decreed a search for a suitable replacement for young man's head.  An elephant head was found and the young prince became the elephant god Ganesha.  

    It is interesting to note only after his impending death did Ganesha become revered as the powerful god he is now.  Hindu religion tells that because Parvati was so devastated that Shiva had destroyed her son, she request he forever be worshiped as the most beloved Hindu god and today he certainly is.  This death was positive in bringing about a powerful, beloved deity renowned for protecting those journeying into new phases of their lives or searching for obstacles to be removed.  It is also interesting to note that Ganesha death gives blessings and protection to all who seek him.  Similar to the previous example from the Congo, the memory and legend of Ganesha connects him to powerful rulers.  This connection legitimizes him as a deity and is the source for his own strength and ability to bestow blessings as he sees fit.  

    The last stop in the museum leads to the Mayan culture of Guatemala.  Crafted from 100 B.C.-900 A.D. a large, sandstone colored funerary urn dominates the display room.  This piece focuses on protection from the underworld through victory and power.  Much like the Egyptian, African and Hindu cultures, the memory and power of those depicted are preserved.  

This decorative funerary urn served a double purpose.  Through depictions of victory and power, the idea of protection from the underworld is represented.  Imagery depicting the first ruler of the Mayan gods served to protect the memory and power of rulers after death.  A famous Mayan character is depicted in the underworld by stylized, horse-shoe shaped carvings.  On the front of the urn, one half of the dynamic Mayan duo dubbed the Hero Twins is seen.  The stuff of Mayan creation legend, these hero twins sought revenge after their father and uncle were savagely murdered by evil underworld deities.  After many trials, a final battle was held between the twins and the underworld gods.  The clever twins tricked the underworld lords by turning into catfish.  The swirling scales and gills of a catfish are seen carved into the figure on the urn.  Eventually, in their catfish disguises, the twins defeated the underworld and became rulers over all.  The Mayan kings believed they were descended from these Hero Twins.  Not only did the urn capture the feelings of power and strength, these urns also would have held the decapitated heads of deceased Mayan rulers.  These vessels protected, quite literally, the King’s power and memory even in death.  

    After circling the globe, the exploration of death and power comes to an end.  Though the cultures are varied and unique, protecting the memory and power of the deceased seemed to be a common goal.  Whatever the medium, the goal certainly was reached.  Come live, learn and explore these, and other great pieces at the Utah Museum of Fine Arts is located at the University of Utah campus in the Marcia & John Price Museum Building: 410 Campus Center Drive Salt Lake City, Utah. 
Saturday, August 7, 2010

Bent Objects







aren't these little guys funny?

bentobjects.blogspot.com
Friday, August 6, 2010

paintings



the people of beloit, wisconsin are awesome.
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