Sunday, August 29, 2010

"The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough." -Rabindranath Tagore


It's true. I am a college kid. I'm sitting in my dorm at my desk (a sturdy wooden thing) by my bunk bed (I get to be on the top!) and my window (which looks out onto the parking lot and has a lovely view of the morning sun). Behind my laptop is an inspiring layout of delightful things, including my Speech Team glow in the dark star, a pretend diploma, sweetly naming me "most graceful," an I <3 Bigby bumper sticker and a picture of my sweetie.

Hanging above my bed is a friend from home: a decorative butterfly that dangles from the ceiling and makes me happy. I have always loved butterflies, from the way they flutter around so lightly and are blown about by the wind to the ticklish sensation they cause when they land on you. I was inspired to do some googling about these winged friends and found some delightful facts... including these from: href="http://www.vlinder-01.dds.nl/butterfly_symbolism.htm">http://www.vlinder-01.dds.nl/butterfly_symbolism.htm,

There is a Native American legend that says, " If you have a secret wish, capture a butterfly and whisper your wish to it. Since butterflies cannot speak, your secret is ever safe in their keeping. Release the butterfly, and it will carry your wish to the Great Spirit, who alone knows the thoughts of butterflies.By setting the butterfly free, you are helping to restore the balance of nature, and your wish will surely be granted."

Psyche is the Greek word for both soul and butterfly. The belief was that butterflies were human souls searching for a new reincarnation, which gave the creature uncanny and sometimes ominous connotations. This symbolism was also used in early Christianity as a symbol of the soul. Celts thought that women became pregnant by swallowing butterfly souls. These butterfly-souls flew about seeking a new mother.

Other cultures believed that spirits of the dead took the form of white butterflies. In northern Europe to see one flying at night was a warning of death, and some said that the soul-butterfly's ability to leave the body in sleep accounts for dreams.

The Chinese believed a jade butterfly suggested a wedding of souls, making it an appropriate gift for the groom to give to his bride.



Perhaps you have heard some things about these little dudes but weren't sure whether or not to believe it. Well, my friends, I, annwithane, am here to demystify the butterfly conundrum.... THINGS YOU WEREN'T SURE WERE TRUE BUT ACTUALLY ARE:

1. Monarch butterflies journey from the Great Lakes to the Gulf of Mexico, a distance of about 2,000 miles, and return to the north again in the spring.

2. Butterflies cannot fly if their body temperature is less than 86 degrees.

3. Butterflies can see red, green, and yellow.

4. Many butterflies can taste with their feet to find out whether the leaf they sit on is good to lay eggs on to be their caterpillars' food or not.

5. There are more types of insects in one tropical rain forest tree than there are in the entire state of Vermont.

6. Most insects are beneficial to people because they eat other insects, pollinate crops, are food for other animals, make products we use (like honey and silk) or have medical uses.

7. People eat insects – called "Entomophagy"(people eating bugs) – it has been practiced for centuries throughout Africa, Australia, Asia, the Middle East, and North, Central and South America. Why? Because many bugs are both protein-rich and good sources of vitamins, minerals and fats.


Alright, friends, I do hope that cleared some things up for you. These 7 facts are from www.thebutterflysite.com. Check it out, it's just delightful.

If you ever run into an injured butterfly and simply can't leave it in its misery, find out what to do at Butterfly Rescue International. That's right people, an entire organization dedicated to saving our little friends!

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

No time but the present

This, my faithful friends, is my very first blog post typed on my new laptop. Hooray!

I am overwhelmingly occupied with college preparations... my room is a mess and half of my life is packed and lined up against the wall, ready for the trip to university. That is why I am truly enjoying this very moment. I am currently sitting in my dining room with three very good friends and one additional amiga via skype. Therefore, I cannot devote the time to a full post.

Post again soon,
Annwithane

Monday, August 16, 2010

"A lovely light"




My trip to the library today left me feeling dreadfully unfulfilled. Not only did I have to limit myself to three magazines and two books (because I have required reading to do for college) but I was also confused and disappointed by the library's poetry section. The poetry books were jumbled in with literary criticism, short stories, and plays, (all of which are truly valuable) but all I wanted was a good book of poems!
I currently have a strong craving for poetry. This is something that cannot be ignored... it's almost like a girl's craving for chocolate during her time of the month... except worse.

In particular, I'm craving the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay. This poet and playwright is the kind of writer who writes like I think. Her words sound and feel like the words in my head, but they are new ideas and thoughts that I might not think of. Thank goodness for the internet, where I can have my fill of Edna, though I have to sacrifice the tactile pleasure of a good book. A little poking around led me to realize (yet again) that one of my favorite writers had a crazy life. Perhaps the roughness of her lifestyle--bohemian, free-loving, and fiercely feminist--is what makes her poetry so fascinating. She knew what made her happy, and somehow, though she and I are entirely different in lifestyle and personal choices, we happen to find happiness in the same things.
"Millay is the poetic voice of eternal youth, feminine revolt and liberation, and potent sensitivity and suggestiveness. Her best and most representative themes are bittersweet love, sorrow, the inevitability of change, resignation, death, and ever-abiding nature. One of her very best poems is her early, mystical "Renascence," about spiritual interment and resurrection through the cycles of nature" (Gale).

For instance, this poem describes the utter joy of spending a day enjoying the world all around you:

AFTERNOON ON A HILL

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!


I love her use of images and punctuation, especially the exclamation point!


The cockeyed optimism of this poem reminds me of myself:

FIRST FIG

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
It gives a lovely light!


The mystery of this poem is simply beautiful:

LOW-TIDE

These wet rocks where the tide has been,
Barnacled white and weeded brown
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,
These wet rocks where the tide went down
Will show again when the tide is high
Faint and perilous, far from shore,
No place to dream, but a place to die,--
The bottom of the sea once more.
There was a child that wandered through
A giant's empty house all day,--
House full of wonderful things and new,
But no fit place for a child to play.


I'm a sucker for a sonnet:

VIII

And you as well must die, beloved dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
This body of flame and steel, before the gust
Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,
Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead
Than the first leaf that fell,--this wonder fled.
Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost.
Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.
In spite of all my love, you will arise
Upon that day and wander down the air
Obscurely as the unattended flower,
It mattering not how beautiful you were,
Or how beloved above all else that dies.


Ahh, what truth, what ease of words, what beautiful rhythms... my craving is satiated (at least a little bit).


Quote and "First Fig" from Edna St. Vincent Millay's Life by Robert L. Gale

Poetry from everypoet.com: http://www.everypoet.com/archive/poetry/Edna_St_Vincent_Millay/edna_st_vincent_millay_contents.htm

Saturday, August 14, 2010

A very nice beginning


Holy cow, aren't opening nights amazing!?! The cast and crew of SUA Summertock was thrilled to have a full house last evening for our first show of The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. We even pulled out extra chairs to accommodate the people who came to see us! The performance was thrilling-- from the (not-too) overwhelming heat of the un-airconditioned gymatorium to the terror of unexpected microphone problems, there was just enough drama to satisfy our dangerous sides without bursting the show into flames. An awesome audience was exactly what we needed to keep the jokes rolling and the adrenaline high. Thank you to everyone who came!

I found it hilarious that our opening night was on the evening of Friday the 13th... it was like the ultimate "break a leg!"

The show was also highlighted in several local newspapers. Check out this link to The Blade: Troupe Presents its Inaugural Show. How exiting!


To accompany this celebration of theater, please enjoy these delightful quotes about that very topic:

An actor is part illusionist, part artist, part ham. ~Oscar Wilde

An actor is a sculptor who carves in snow. ~Lawrence Barrett

In your choice is your talent. ~Adler

Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. ~Goethe

"You can throw away the privilege of acting, but that would be such a shame. The tribe has elected you to tell its story. You are the shaman/healer, that's what the storyteller is, and I think it's important for actors to appreciate that. Too often actors think it's all about them, when in reality it's all about the audience being able to recognize themselves in you." - Ben Kingsley (English actor. 1966-present)

"Every now and then, when you're on stage, you hear the best sound a player can hear. It's a sound you can't get in movies or in television. It is the sound of a wonderful, deep silence that means you've hit them where they live." - Shelley Winters (American actress. 1920-2006)

If a playwright tried to see eye to eye with everybody, he would get the worst case of strabismus since Hannibal lost an eye trying to count his nineteen elephants during a snowstorm while crossing the Alps. -- James Thurber

Acting is the art of speaking in a loud clear voice and the avoidance of bumping into the furniture. -- Alfred Lunt

Next to a tenor, a wardrobe woman is the touchiest thing in show business. [Birdie, in All About Eve] -- Joseph Mankiewicz

Act well your part; there all the honor lies.
-- Alexander Pope's Essay on Man, Epistle iv, line 193

"Theatrical Logic"


In is down, down is front,
out is up, up is back,
off is out, on is in,
and of course -
right is left, and left is right.

A drop shouldn't and a
block and fall does neither.
A prop doesn't and
a cove has no water.

Tripping is O.K.
A running crew rarely gets anywhere.
A purchase line will buy you nothing.
A trap will not catch anything.
A gridiron has nothing to do with football.

A Strike is work
(in fact a lot of work).
And a green room, thank God, usually isn't.
Now that you are fully versed in theatrical terms,
Break a leg...
but not really!

~Author Unknown




http://www.satheatre.com/otherstuff/index.htm

http://www.chiff.com/a/theater-quotes.htm

http://upstagereview.org/Quotes.html

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Ice cream makes many things better


Yesterday was the one month anniversary of my first official car accident. I know this does not seem to fit in with the rest of my blog... running the back end of a car into a basketball pole is neither delightful nor something to be celebrated, but I assure you-- it was an incredible learning experience.


The shock of such an experience is something that can be remembered forever. The noisy "crunch" and the awful jerk of the car is enough to make one a more cautious driver. Though if that wasn't enough to make one reevaluate one's driving skills, the bitter silence of my father's dissapointed stare and the embarassing week of driving around with a busted tail light is certainly a good reinforcement of safe, concious driving. Luckily, no one was hurt and a replacement piece was able to be found without breaking the bank too badly. I am truly lucky-- though this wasn't the first time a car has been damaged by the basketball pole in the front yard!


The event was filled with interesting and funny moments. I was lifted up by my mother's forgiving smile and a high five. She actually congratulated me on making it through my first driving accident! My brother was quiet and understanding as I drove him to football practice... late, of course... though we did blow off some steam by playing Believe Me Natalie by The Killers very loudly as we made our way there. The condolences of my friends (for my missing tail light) were helpful and many shared stories of their first mishaps. My best friend (and now boyfriend) even surprised me my showing up with my favorite ice cream (black cherry) at midnight... we sat on my front porch and enjoyed our melting treat (milkshake style) under a starry sky.


It certainly is amazing what one can learn in just one month. One's view of the world can change so much; all of a sudden everything seems even more precious and beautiful. I assure you, I am a safer driver than before. Or at least, I'm trying to be! Who knew so much could come from a silly car crunch?

Friday, August 6, 2010

Confessions of a bibliophile


I've found another place to add to my bucket list of foreign excursions... A London Bookshop Adventure.

No, I'm not thinking about a Notting Hill (starring Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts) style romance (as fun as that might be) or a touristy trip to Borders (as convenient and tempting as the store is). Rather, I was influenced by the April 2010 issue of Travel and Leisure magazine to delve into the vast number of bookstores which line the streets of London.
Ahh, the joy of a bookshop... walls lined from top to bottom with more books than one can read in a lifetime, colorful titles and un-thought-0f topics, fabulous photography and answers to questions, shocking prices and heart-pounding deals, the smells of fresh paper and the must of ancient script, running a finger along the shelves, stopping at a particularly stunning binding and submerging into a different world for the few sentences read. It makes me feel like Belle from Beauty and the Beast, as she was given the most gorgeous library in the Beast's castle. I have always believed, even as a 5 year old child who watched this movie religiously, that what made Belle the happiest about her library is the opportunity and freedom that reading brings. When she was feeling the most trapped and oppressed in the magical castle, this room was her place to explore, unwind, and sit back in a comfy chair with a fabulous story.

According to Verlyn Klinkenborg, the author of the article Book Lover's London, the best part about London bookshops is their intimacy.
"...what I really crave in a good bookshop-and what London routinely delivers-is a touch of irregularity, a chaos that is partly disorder and partly the inner order of the proprietor's mind. That, and the feeling that to be trapped in such a place--shuttered in by ancestral, yellow coal-fog descending from the chimneys, the ding that hasn't been seen since Prufrock days almost--that would be paradise" (Klinkenborg, Travel and Leisure, 48).
Apparently, the stores in London are often specialized to a particular interest group.
"The antitheses to these omnibus stores are the single-subject shops scattered around the metropolis where you can align yourself politically, geographically, and of course, by genre and age group. Feeling charitable? Books for Amnesty International, in Hammersmith. Feeling socialist? Bookmarks, in Bloomsbury. Merely leftist? Housmans, in King's Cross. Feeling footloose-- ready to hit the road? Daunt Books, of course, on Marylebone High Street, which tantalizes the reader by shelving boods by latitude and longitude. Well, not quite. But that's how it feels as you wander along the shelves, traveling from one corner of the globe to another" (Klinkenborg, Travel and Leisure, 56).
How does such beautiful writing not make you want to go there?

To read the rest of the article, or to develop your own dream of a London Bookstore Adventure, check out the April 2010 issue Travel and Leisure, probably available through your library :)

Monday, August 2, 2010

South Pacific - 2008 Tony Awards

"Anything too stupid to be said is sung" -Voltaire

Hum dee dum, while I'm at it, I think I'll make a rambling list of my favorite musicals... for yes, I do, indeed, love musicals.


An orderly list of Annwithane's favorite musicals in order of preference with the inclusion of a favorite song or number from each show:

1. South Pacific~ The Rogers and Hammerstein masterpiece. A social commentary with beautiful melodies, delightful lyrics, magical orchestrations and fantastic accents. My favorite, hands down.
Favorite song: A Cockeyed Optimist (I like to think of this as my theme song)

3. The Music Man~ Lida Rose, Gary Indiana, My White Knight, 76 trombones and a whole lot more. Trust me.
Favorite song: Lida Rose

4. Ragtime~ Intertwining stories, dramatic themes, historical truths, and lots and lots of gorgeous music.
Favorite song: Our Children / Buffalo Nickel Photoplay, Inc.

4. The Last 5 Years~ Two amazing singers and fourteen amazing songs. Thank you, Jason Robert Brown for this amazing piece of art.
Favorite song: Nobody Needs to Know

5. Into the Woods~ Cinderella was never the same after ever after...
Favorite song: No One Is Alone

6. Parade~ Though I have yet to see it on stage, I have fallen in love with the music. Another stirring, historically based show.
Favorite song: Finale

7. 42nd Street~ Any show you go to for the tap dancing is good enough for me, in fact, it's close to perfect.
Favorite song: A Quarter to Nine (usually sung by the ladies)

8. Rent~ Yes, I sound like a typical musical geek, but honestly, once you see the stage show, the movie will never suffice again.
Favorite song: Finale B

Ah, there are many more, but I simply can't list them all... By the way, I know a true friend when he/she can identify this list of mine. In order.
I'd love to hear what your favorites are... come on, I know you like musicals too :)

Just being here is winning


Dearest friends,
I would like very much to like to apologize for the utter lack of postings over the last few days. Honestly, I have been rather busy and unable to think of things interesting enough for all of you, whom I desire never to bore :)

That said, let's get down to business.


Part of the reason I have been so fantastically preoccupied is my involvement in a musical called The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee which is the inaugural production of the theater group SUA Summerstock. It is a silly and lighthearted show that is great fun to be a part of. The show is set at THE 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee (go figure) where 10 school-aged children put everything on the line to win the opportunity to compete in the national spelling bee. I have the pleasure of playing Miss Rona Lisa Peretti, the delightful and charming host of the bee, who loves her role ever so much because it reminds her of her glory days... 22 years ago when she won the 3rd Annual Spelling Bee. The show deals with the pressures of prepubescence, family matters, the trials of making friends, health related issues and awareness as well as many other hilarious, if often overused or perhaps misused themes of life (honestly, how many cliche stories have you heard about sharing your dessert to make a friend? You won't find that here...). I would recommend that you come see it. You have three opportunities to do so: August 13th and14th at 8:00 pm, as well as August 15th at 2:00 pm. It will take place in the "old gym" at St. Ursula Academy in Toledo. Keep an eye out for me, I'll be the one in the hot pink power suit.

The most incredible part of this show is its production. This cast, crew and production staff is surprisingly composed entirely of high school students ages 16-18 (with the inclusion of an adult moderator... who is sometimes more of a kid than the rest of us). Imagine a group of about 24 people coming together and putting on a show just because it's what they love to do. Perhaps that happens all the time in community theater, but how often are the producers, directors, tech crew, and actors ALL unprofessional kids?? Naturally, this freshness comes with the price of inexperience, but there is certainly no lack of learning going on, especially since we have the support and guidance of several local schools, especially our host school. Oh, and trust me, there is absolutely no lack of talent either! The dancing, singing and acting is superb, and I can testify to that myself. For me, this is a lifesaver, for I was dreading the day I would have to end my high school musical career. At least I have one more chance to perform with a family-cast of high school buddies, a motley crew of the best theater-loving (if not obsessed) chiquitos. I love them all and am blessed to be a part of such an amazing show.


For more information about really super awesome, totally worth your while show, visit the SUA blog at http://suasummerstock.blogspot.com/.