Monday, December 29, 2008

A New Experience

     Have you ever heard of Swedish Potato Sausage? I have been hearing about it for years. My dad's family had the tradition of having it for breakfast on Christmas morning every year. They would cover it with lingonberry preserves and serve it with scrambled eggs and potatoes with onion. Dad has been trying to get us to try the sausage for years, but I have wholeheartedly refused. I am not a sausage fan; partly because I don't know exactly what is in it, and partly because I do not want to know. "Nobody knows for sure," my dad told me this afternoon. Well, today was the straw that broke the camel's back. My dad told me he was making sausage and accused me of not being a true German if I didn't at least try it. So I consented and with a sigh said, "Okay, I'll try it!" For the most part these photos should speak for themselves. 
Enjoy!




The Sausage (dun, dun, dun!)

Lingonberry Preserves

Here I am looking quite apprehensive about this whole ordeal





The Point of No Return

Chewing...

Well, bless me! I survived! The sausage was not bad at all. I don't think I'd want to eat a great quantity of it, but as a side dish I wouldn't refrain from sampling a bit again sometime. Okay, okay, Dad, I officially admit it! Swedish Sausage is good!!!! ( ;

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Which Emma to Watch?

                                                                     
   Okay, honestly, I do have a life apart from watching classic book/movies. It just happens that my last couple of posts have been about movies. ( :  There are two movie versions of the Jane Austen classic, Emma. It is a delightful tale about a young rich girl named Emma who endeavors to become a matchmaker with those around her. The story is filled with characters I am sure you will come to love (or in some cases hate) as the writer intended. As far as I know, there are only two film versions of this book. There is an A&E version and an American major motion picture version. Surprisingly, I think the American one is much better. The acting is far superior, as are the costumes, scenery, and interpretation of the book. The A&E version is not bad, but I think it is harder to follow if you do not know the plot. The acting certainly isn't as good, and- this sounds silly- but the makeup was badly done because many of the actors looked pale; almost sickly. The biggest problem, however; was the way they interpreted the plot. It confused even me, a person who has read the book for myself! I couldn't keep the characters straight because all of the male characters seemed to dress the same, look the same, and talk the same. The A&E didn't have a great script either. Jane Austen is the queen of understated satire and irony, and I think that was lost with this version. It missed out on a lot of the witty dialogue found in the book. 

So in conclusion, I would suggest renting the version starring Gwyneth Paltrow if you have a desire to see a GOOD interpretation of a well loved book. If you haven't read the book yet, please READ IT FIRST! It will make you appreciate the movie so much more!  ( :

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Lorna Doone

Recently, my mom purchased a "A&E Romance " DVD set. It includes such classics as Pride and Prejudice, Emma, Ivanhoe, Jane Eyre, and many others. Since as of late I have been so busy with Christmas preparations, I had not gotten a chance to watch any of the movies until last night. I just watched Lorna Doone, which was based on a novel written by Richard Doddridge Blackmore in 1869. The story opens in 17th century England in the region of Exmoor in Devon where the honest and respectable Ridd family makes their dwelling as farmers. The area, however; is tormented by a notoriously evil clan called the Doones. The Doones are of noble heritage and were once considered respectable, but for some reason they became thieves, robbers, and murderers, and have been forced to live in an isolated valley as outlaws. As a young boy, John Ridd witnesses his father's murder at the hands of the Doones and vows that he will one day bring the Doones to justice. John grows up into a very honest and respected farmer, taking care of his widowed mother and his two sisters. One day he wanders into Doone territory and sees a beautiful girl and realizes that it is a girl named Lorna that he once met as a young boy. The two fall in love, but Lorna feels she must tell him the dark secret she carries. She is a Doone, but it is even worse than that because she is called the Queen of the Doones. She is the daughter of Sir Ensor Doone, the Lord of the Doones. She is pledged to be married to Carver Doone, her father's grandson (gross, right?), who is heir to the Doone Valley. Carver is evil and cruel but in his own way (as my mother said when she saw the movie) he seems to love her. Lorna is repulsed by his cruelty, but Carver threatens that when her father dies he will marry her whether she consents or not. John learns that Lorna is a Doone, but he forgives her and works to help Lorna escape from the evil Doones and her forced marriage to Carver. The plot is full of twist, turns, and nail-biting suspense. I would strongly recommend this movie, if nothing else, for the well thought out plot. Perhaps then reading the book would be more of a logical step... but uh, yeah. I know what you all are thinking, and I am not even going to try to justify my seeing the movie before reading the book because as a self-respecting bookworm I feel ashamed of my actions already. I plead the mercy of my fellow readers when I say that I am most repentant. Now, since I got that off my chest I will continue with my review. I will start with the good aspects of the movie.
As I said before, the scenery was beautiful. For some reason, whenever there is a pan shot of a field of golden wheat, it takes my breath away. Call me weird, but I like nature and I like farms. The Doone valley, as evil as it was supposed to be, was gorgeous in all its shades of green foliage and its sapphire blue sky. The costuming was very well done also. I am a lover of fashion history, and from what I know, I believe the costumes were very accurate. Again, the plot was amazingly crafted and the romance was for the most part tender and sweet. If I find the time, I would like to read Lorna Doone for myself because the movie was so good. It taught some very important lessons about life and love. One, true love crosses social and political borders. Two, it is wrong to judge a person solely upon the family from which he or she comes. (Just as a disclaimer I want to say that a person's family is generally a very good indicator of a person's character, but if evidence proves otherwise a person should not be held accountable for his family's actions... if that makes sense). Lastly, the book stresses forgiveness. Although the Doone's en masse do not receive a whole lot of forgiveness from the Ridd family, Lorna does because she proves herself to be of honorable character. 
Now, for the negatives aspects of the movie. I am sorry if I sound harsh. I really did like the movie, but I cannot not include the aspects I found to be odd or out of place. Earlier I said the costumes were well done. They were. But the hairdo's were a totally different story! The women's hair was good (I especially liked Lorna's hair at the opening of the movie), but Carver Doone had a soul patch on his chin and his hair looked like it was spiked to high heaven with gel. I told my dad after finishing the movie, "I have never read a book about 17th century England that said, 'The fierce English warrior stroked his fingers over the small patch of hair in the cleft of his chin and combed a handful of hair gel into his raven locks in preparation for battle.'" That soul patch was just so distracting! Also, Carver appears at the opening scene when John Ridd's father is murdered. At this point in the story, John is supposed to be about thirteen. Carver looks like he is in his mid-twenties. Then at least seven years pass and John is at least twenty (a totally new actor plays his character), but Carver looks exactly the same! He didn't age one bit in nearly ten years! There must be a fountain of youth in that Doone valley, don't you think? That was a bit confusing. They should have made him look a bit older for the majority of the movie. He and John looked to be the same age when I feel led to believe that in the book there was a significant age difference between them. Another problem with the movie was that some of the dialogue was modernized. At point, John's sister looked over at him as he sat pensively, and said, "Penny for your thoughts". Uh, am I wrong, or is a penny not even British currency? I couldn't help but ask my self if I was actually watching Lorna Doone or Casablanca. Then at another point, Carver glares at John Ridd and yells, "If I ever see you come back here, I'll blow your brains out!" Hmmm... would someone have really said that in the 17th century? I don't know, it just struck me as a little too "gangstah". One other aspect that saddened me a bit was the pre-marital kissing. Yes, I know every movie or book with romance in it includes the hero and heroine kissing before they are married, but it still makes me angry. I am not going to rant about this for very long, but I assure you that I could dedicate an entire blog to the subject. Personally, I believe it is wrong to kiss before marriage. My parents have raised me to regard a kiss as a valued gift to give to only one man. The only man I ever want to kiss is my husband, and the only woman I want him to kiss is me. If I wait until I stand at the altar to kiss him, I am making sure that we save our kisses for each other. I do not know why most people separate kissing from an act of sexual intimacy and turn it into something so casual and cheap. Many say, "It was just a kiss" or "what's the matter with kissing? It's not a big deal", but it is a big deal. The Hebrew word for kiss means "to kindle" and that is what a kiss does. It kindles a love between two people, therefore it is wrong to awaken love before marriage. In Song of Solomon chapter 2 verse 7 it says: "I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please." I think this verse very well supports my opinion. In Lorna Doone, John and Lorna kiss many times and often the camera of course has to zoom in on it. I just want to say, "Okay, okay, let's pan this shot out, people. A little discretion would be nice!" So, although kissing to some may not seem like a big deal, it is to me. I felt that the romance would have been so much more tender if John had waited to kiss Lorna until they were actually married. It would have demonstrated John's pure love in a much clearer way in contrast with Carver's lustful, selfish, possessive love for Lorna. Carver forces Lorna to kiss him at one point, and I think it would have been so beautiful if John had not followed suit and kissed her too... oh well! As I said, John is supposed to have a pure, honest, respectable love and Carver is supposed to be just the opposite. The writers of the film seemed to blur the lines a bit by letting both kiss Lorna. Alright, alright, I promised not to rant, so I'll move forward and leave this subject for now. 
Overall, I enjoyed this film immensely. In fact, if there hadn't been so much premarital kissing, I would say that it is one of the best movies I have seen for a while. The was very well done, however; and it has spurred in me and interest to read the book for myself which is something I think all good literary based movies should do. The underscore music was beautiful, the scenery was beautiful, and it was expertly acted. With the exception of a few modern "slip ups" with dialogue, facial hair, and kissing, it was very true to the time period. 
Well, that's all for now! I hope this review will be helpful to you all! Now, go get Lorna Doone from  your library so we can discuss it together! I want to hear your opinions!

Thursday, December 25, 2008

The Do-It-Yourself Messsiah

The Do-It-Yourself Messiah 

      On Monday night my mom and I went to the Do-It-Yourself Messiah at the Lyric Opera House. We rode on the train with the Yen family and their church, and Mrs. Burns and her six year old son, Bradley, went with us. Handel’s Messiah was magnificent as I knew it would be, but watching Bradley enjoy the experience was priceless! Little Bradley and I have known each other for quite a while. The Burns family attend our church and Mrs. Burns is the Principal of the home school group my sister attends called Classical Consortium. Well, when Bradley and I see each other at church, he is very quick to sing me his newest song, play something on the piano, or tell a new joke (or maybe even an old one). Bradley has told me that he dreams of becoming an opera singer when he grows up, so of course we have found that we are kindred spirits even if there is a “slight” age difference. When he and his mom heard that we were going to the Messiah, they couldn’t resist coming along. Bradley’s absolute favorite song is the Hallelujah Chorus, which he has been known to sing with his recording quite often at home. On the train ride to the city, I was able to convince Bradley to sing Kathryn, Tara, and Brita, (a girl from the Yen’s church) and me a song. He chose “Frosty the Snowman” and did a terrific job. When we got off the train, Bradley quickly grabbed my hand and decided to claim me for the rest of the night. I have decided to list a few of the hilarious things Bradley said during the course of the evening. Enjoy!

• As we walked over the bridge on the way to the Opera House... 

Bradley: “Is that the Mississippi River?” 

Me: “Uh, no Bradley.”

• I told Bradley that I was freezing cold after waiting outside the Opera House for about ten minutes while we all waited for the doors to open... 

Bradley: “I think I am going to call you Emily Chilly-low.”

Me, trying to repress my laughter: “Oh, okay.”


• As we entered the Opera House...

Bradley, turning to me: “Is this the City Hall?”

Me: “No, this is the Lyric Opera House.”

Bradley: “Is that like a city hall?”

Me: “Um, no, Bradley.”

Bradley, looking dejected: “Oh... Well, I know what a city hall is!”


•Bradley turning to his mom as we took our seats...

“Mom, is this the Sydney Opera House?”

Mrs. Burns: “No, Bradley, that’s in Australia. We live in America.”

Bradley: “Oh.”


•As we looked over the railing of the top balcony of the Lyric...

Bradley, looking down calmly: “That’s, uh, pretty far down.”

Me: “Yep.”

Bradley: “Are you scared of heights?”

Me: “No. Are you?”

Bradley: “A little.”

A moment of silence. Then Bradley looks at me and says very matter-of-factly: “I’m a... little scared.”


•Looking at my necklace once we sat down in our seats.

Bradley, astonished: “Are those real pearls?” 


•Then looking at the cameo pendant hanging from my string of pearls...

Bradley: “Is that a president?”


•During the Soprano soloist’s air Rejoice!...

Bradley turning to his mom: “Is she singing about toys?”


•After the Soprano air I Know That My Redeemer Liveth...

Bradley, whispering to me: “Wasn’t she good?”

Me: “Oh, yes!”

Bradley: “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Me: “Thanks, Bradley.”


•When Kathryn and I told him that the Hallelujah Chorus was next...

Bradley: “Awesome!”


•While walking out of the Opera House after the Messiah was over...

Bradley, shaking his head: “New York City sure is a busy town!”

Mrs. Burns: “Bradley, do you know where you are right now?”

Bradley: “Downtown!”

Mrs. Burns: “Downtown where?”

Bradley: “I don’t know!”

Mrs. Burns giving up: “Chicago, Bradley. You live in Chicago.”


•After I promised Bradley that I would sit next to him on the train..

Bradley: “Emily, I am really glad I am sitting next to you on the train!”

Me: “Bradley, I am really glad I am sitting next to you on the train!”


•Just as we sat down on the train across from each other...

Bradley: “Oh, good! Now we can tell jokes!”

Me, laughing because Bradley told jokes the whole way to Chicago as well: “Oh... good.”


•As I shuffled our cards for a game of Go Fish...

Bradley in amazement: “Wow! You’re really awesome at that!”


After I fanned out his hand of cards...

Bradley, amazed again: “Wow! They’re perfect!”


Playing I Spy...

Bradley: “I spy something that is red on top, white in the middle and is covered with brown dots.”

Me, after a few minutes of guessing: “I give up, what is it?”

Bradley: “My head!”




Saturday, May 24, 2008

My Birthday

    I had a lovely Seventeenth birthday! Although I do wish that I would stop getting older. Does sweet girlhood really have to end? Well, I'll not get started on that. Anyway, us girls- meaning me, my mom, my nana, and my sister- went on a shopping spree in the afternoon, and later the whole family went out to dinner at Stoney River. 

Here I am gazing into the distance, dreaming of my coming steak! LOL!

Nana and Me

Birthday girl shot

Dad and Pappap (a.k.a. Grandpa)
Mom and Dad

Now, there's another great thing about birthdays: free desserts! I got this DELICIOUS piece of cake "on the house"!

Aww, this is the cute card Sokea made me

Opening gifts

I got the Celtic Woman songbook, so this picture is of me poring over it the minute it was opened

Thank you, everybody, for making my seventeenth birthday sheer delight!


Wednesday, May 14, 2008

NATS singing competition

    In April I competed at NATS, a singing competition held at Roosevelt University downtown. I sang Il Mio Bel Foco, Beau Soir, and How Lovely Are Thy Dwellings. I didn't get a callback, but I sang my best and that's what it's all about anyway! The building was very cool because it was very old and looked like something out of a movie from the 1930s, complete with an old fashioned elevator! Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures of the elevator, but it was pretty awesome!



Here I am after I finished singing

My dress was sort of '30s inspired so I felt like I fit right it at the Roosevelt Fine Arts Building


Here's a picture of me before I sang. You can see the fearful, glazed over look in my eyes!
 Just kidding!

Friday, April 25, 2008

Fourth and Fifth Grade Sunday School Party

      Mrs. Dalgleish hosted a fun little party for her fourth and fifth grade sunday school class. She asked me and Elisabeth to do a little program for them while dressed up as 17th century ladies. Elisabeth recited some poetry and told a very tricky riddle, and I sang Beau Soir and How Lovely Are Thy Dwellings.

Elisabeth and Me

I like this picture

Here we are out in the sun

 Tara, thank you for lending Elisabeth your lovely dress!

Something is amiss here. 17th century ladies eating pizza off paper plates?

Too funny!

The sunday school girls enjoyed the party

Here I am explaining a little bit about Beau Soir

Singing

"How Lovely Are Thy Dwellings, O Lord of Hosts!"

Elisabeth explaining the riddle

Reading Daffodils

Here are all the "Katie's" of the sunday school class!

Me, Mrs. Dalgleish, and Elisabeth