Monday, April 18, 2011

Bunnies, Jesus, and Bloodthirsty Pagans Oh My?

Ask a Christian what Easter is. Go ahead. I bet you that most likely they will tell you something along the lines of: Easter is a holiday celebrating the resurrection of Jesus.
....oh and there's a bunny. And colored eggs too.

What?

Somewhere along the lines information just got skewed. So now we celebrate a zombie by painting eggs and watching a creepy guy in a giant bunny costume encourage children to eat chocolate.

It wants to eat your soul.

So where did it all come from? Why is there a bunny? What the hell is with the unnatural eggs? What does this have to do with Jesus? And why is it called Easter?

Lets start with cutting the crap.

The original date of Easter can be traced all the way back to pre-christian origins, in old Germany. Anglo-Saxon tribes would celebrate the vernal equinox (also known as the spring equinox, which this year, is only four days before Easter) by placing seeds on an altar and having feasts. This was to praise the goddess, Eostre.

"Woah woah woah" say my Christian friends, "I know this one."

Staying true to their roots, some modern Christians, determined to show how terrifying pre-christian religions are, know this tale about Eostre.
"
The bare-breasted goddess Eostre is fabled to have descended from a painted eggshell. She was the goddess of fertility. Her symbol, the rabbit.
She required the sacrifice of infants. The people who worshiped her killed babies and dunked white eggshells in their blood. This is where we get painting eggs from. So when you paint your little eggs, you're symbolizing slaying children."

...not quite. Lets break down some facts and some fiction.

All that we know about Eostre is from
Temporum Ratione or The Reckoning of Time by the Northumbrian monk and scholar the Venerable Bede (673-735). In it, all we find is that Eostre is the spring fertility goddess that was celebrated during this time of year (in fact the month was called "Eostremonat" or Eostre's month), and that feasts were held for her on the vernal equinox.

Thats it.
There's no descending from an eggshell, no rabbits, and certainly no killing of babies to dye eggs.

In fact there's no bunnies or eggs at all.

Unfortunately, there's as much anti-Eostre+bunnies and eggs as there is pro-Eostre+bunnies and eggs. So if you look up Eostre, most likely you'll get some cutesy tale about the rabbit being Eostre's familiar, and that her rabbits delivered eggs to the poor animals that couldn't reproduce. But that's not based in historical stories either.

So where did the bunnies and eggs come from?
Much like Eostre, everything celebrated in the spring represented fertility. People wanted lots of crops, lots of food, and lots of babies.

Just so they could grow up to be haunted by the Easter bunny. The plastic ones already have terror in their eyes.

So when thinking of something to symbolize such *ahem* productivity, the first symbol that came to mind was, you guessed it, the rabbit. Because well, the saying does go "breed like rabbits". So our first springtime symbol is the rabbit.

The egg is fairly similar. Eggs symbolized new life and fertility, not only for the Anglo-Saxons, but also for the Egyptians, Persians, and Romans.

So isn't there anything Christian about Easter origins?
Actually, yeah. Lets go back to the egg. In Medieval Europe, eggs were forbidden during lent.
Eggs laid during that time were either boiled or preserved. So once that was over, eggs became the main part of the meal. And of course Lent gets over on - Easter.

So to get things straight, in order to assimilate Pagans into the Christian faith and to be able to keep celebrating the holiday that they knew and loved, the took Eostre's name, changed it to Easter, kept the rabbits and eggs, and managed to also place it on the end of Pesach.

And now we understand.



Sunday, April 10, 2011

Oh my.

Proof that hell has already manifested itself on earth.

ITS A FREAKIN LIGHTNING FILLED TORNADO MADE OUT OF VOLCANIC ASH.

TERRIFYING.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Hitting the Cement Wall, AKA Writer's Block

After a mass hiatus, I've decided to actually write something. For the lack of angry posts: I apologize.
It's not that I am lacking angst. I have angst to spare. It tends to ricochet off of me and cause damage to my surroundings. However- I do have writer's block.
I've attempted to write on several topics, but they either turned out to be un-interesting or they did not turn out at all.
Writer's block is aggravating. It's a nice cement wall that all ideas and words are either blocked in by or smacked into. The few that managed to climb over are beaten, sickly, and need time to recover.
I've read several articles on how to beat writers block. Some of the ideas work for me, others do not. But in order to be helpful, I'll list some that I recommend to my fellow writers.
  1. Listen to a song to find inspiration. - This works for me....rarely. Most of the time I can't flip through songs to find inspiration. I have to get it stuck annoyingly into my brain for half the day until I put it on paper in order to remove it from my brain.
  2. Read/watch the news. - If you like to write about current events, you probably already do this. If not, you shouldn't be writing about current events.
  3. Read in general. - Seriously. Some of my best idea's bounce off of something that someone else wrote. Call it idea stealing if you will...but it works.
  4. Talk to someone else about your half-formed idea. - If you've got an idea started but you don't know where to go with it, tell someone about it. They'll probably have an opinion, and whether you use it or not, that'll probably bring up more opinions of your own.
  5. Make a list of potential ideas. - I do this all the time. In fact, that's how this blog started. My list went like this: (warning - I might use these topics later....if I feel like it)
  • inspiring people
  • neopets (seriously.)
  • teen depression and why the hell it's so common nowadays
  • being lazy
  • my lack of a car and why buses in omaha suck
  • a wish for summer
  • why I can't have video games in my dorm
  • writer's block (*winner!*)
Since I am a lazy bum, and because it's you who actually reads this crap, I'm gonna ask for your help with my writers block. Give me a topic. I don't care whether it's something useful like "tips on how to beat procrastination" or something as random as "why ninja's are ultimately better than pirates". The best topic presented will be the next thing I write about. So come up with something fun/interesting/random/angry. I'll take it and rant. Good luck!

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Thanks to you, I'm a creative weirdo

I've always been a bit of a weirdo.
Okay.
Not just a bit. More like, really really weird.
I would just sit around, making random crap out of godknowswhat, glue/paint/dirt/berries/leaves/legos, and once I had finished I felt extremely accomplished.
I figured one day I'd probably grow out of that.
Nope.
Here I sit, waiting for the earrings I just glazed to dry (which look like various food items), while making a bracelet out of starburst wrappers.

I love to make things. I've been drawing as long as I can remember, and once I discovered the beauty of written words I began writing stories. I gave up making usable objects for a while, but here I am again, making random crap that people may or may not want to wear.

Thing is - I really love it. My hobby of making stuff/drawing stuff/writing stuff: creation. It brings me joy. And today, while sitting in front of my earrings, applying glaze (which smells pretty strong...I might have to blame these thoughts on that glaze...), it occurred to me. I wouldn't have been drawing/writing/making if not for the people that have supported my weirdness. I would have given it up, thinking that it wasn't good enough and that I was wasting my time.

To the friend who said making cupcake earrings was a great idea
to the friend who said she loved my blog posts
to the friend who said the drawing was amazing
to the many many friends who said they wanted to see more
thank you - to my friends that have supported me the most in this crazy year.

By the way: if you're wondering why the uncharacteristically pleasantness is seeping through this post, if you live in nebraska, GO OUTSIDE. ITS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL OUT.
....not needing to wear a jacket just makes me entirely too happy.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Spring Break

It's the week before spring break.
We are tired.
We've been banging our heads against exams and projects and essays, the everyday monotony of worksheets, readings, and practice (for my fellow music majors).
A lot of us are ready to give up.
Some of us already have - with failing grades or just general lack of interest in learning anymore.
Whoever came up with spring break was genius. The students need it. So do the teachers.
In fact, most people in general just need a break during the spring.
Wanna know a "not-so-well-known" fact about spring break?
It's partially here to save your life.
Seriously.
Quite simply, the toll of everyday life tends to really hit people in the springtime. They've been working their asses off, dealing with all the stress that comes along work/college/school/relationships/etc, and when those birds start chirping again something just clicks in their brain.
Like a bullet.
Yup, springtime is actually when the rate of suicides (especially in college students) takes a significant spike.
So seriously,
TAKE A BREAK.
Don't just use spring break to study just as hard, or to take on extra work.
Do yourself a favor, and have some fun.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

The sparkling? It's gotta stop.

It's hard nowadays to walk around the mall without seeing a pre-pubescent girl wearing a shirt that exclaims in bold letters: "I LOVE VAMPIRES!" I watch them walk out of "build-a-bear", texting furiously on their new Droid that their mommy got them to go with their new purse, which no twelve year old really needs. I sigh. What happened to vampires that made them desirable for the next generation of bimbos? Twilight happened.
Now, don't get me wrong. When I was in middle school, the Twilight books were THE SHIT. All of the poor, awkward, pre-teens who preferred fantasy books and videogames over sports and spray tans read Twilight. Why? We understood Bella, she was ANYONE (she didn't have too much of a personality to make her much different from anyone else) who didn't quite fit in, and she managed to get the hottest guy in school. What's wrong with that?
Nothing. Really. It was an addictive book series. The plot was easy to follow, the writing was simpler still - but well executed. It was humorous, romantic, and we could connect to it.

But even back when reading Twilight was of the few escapes from the doldrums of middle school, I knew something was just wrong with this book.
Firstly,
Edward is a stalker. There is absolutely no way around this fact. He breaks into Bella's room, several times, and just STARES at her while she sleeps.
Does that sound romantic to you?
What if Joe Blo down the street had a crush on you and decided to do that every night while you slept?
Not so romantic anymore.

Secondly,
There has got to be something wrong with a 100 year old guy dating a 17 year old. Bella's young, stupid, and not exactly experienced. Just because Edward has been stuck in high school for a century does NOT mean he has the mindset of a teen. He most likely has the mindset of a pedophile.

Thirdly,
THEY FUCKING SPARKLE.

Stephanie Meyer managed to take one of the most feared creatures in the history of myths and made it into something akin to the fear of a butterfly.
The myth of the vampire has been around for ages. It has been found in ancient Greece, Rome, India, and many more. These blood-sucking, never aging, undead have terrified and tantalized people for centuries.
We can owe the typical popular vampire to one character: Bram Stoker's Dracula. Dracula was baddass. Seriously. The guy is merciless, seductive, and tries to take over the world - starting with London. Funny thing is - he certainly doesn't look like a 17 year old. He has white hair, pointy ears, and is quite simply - old. He does look younger though when he gets to London, but he's not nearly Twlight-esque.

He's just fucking scary.
Now take Dracula, make him ridiculously handsome, and add existential angst?
Welcome to Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles.
We feel Louis' pain as he tries to hold on to his humanity, and eventually gives up on humanity altogether. We love Lestat, even if he is incredibly selfish.
This is where the popular vampire should have stayed. Sexy, powerful, and inhuman. Killing machines who live forever, are freaking terrifying, and burn to death in the sunlight (most of the time).

Not rainbow-sparkly with babies.
See, the thing is - Vampires are awesome. But what the little twelve year olds think are vampires? Not even close.
This is my problem with Twilight. It took the vampire and destroyed it for popular culture, filling the shelves at stores with posters of emasculated skinny-boys proclaiming to be the vampires we once knew and loved. It also caused a whole new genere of teen-books to be written - the romantic vampires-without-balls.

The solution? Next Halloween, get a vampire costume, and SCARE THE CRAP out of little Twilight fans.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Seizure? No, I'm just nervous.

I adore performing. Really, I do. In fact, that's mostly ALL I do. Performing in an orchestra? Not a problem. Playing with a small ensemble? Not a problem. Being the lead in A Midsummer's Night's Dream? Fun times. I have made speeches in front of hundreds, done skits in front of a sold out show, and played my flute in more concerts than I can count.

But soloing?

Soloing is an issue. I don't know what it is about playing my flute in front of an audience that gets me so nervous, but somehow its a completely different experience.
First, my knees start to shake.
Then my hands sweat.
And finally my lip starts to shake and all hope is lost. (You can't really play an instrument that requires sitting on your lip if its shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.)

Most of the time, I can feel when any of these things start to happen. I might look into the audience, or stop focusing on the music and think about my embouchure (aka - the weird way my lips are shaped) and then all the weird shaky craziness commences.
So somehow, in the middle of my performance, I have to do a couple of things. If you do something else, let me know, because I need all the help I can get.

1. Start slow. I have a habit of rushing the beginning when I'm nervous, and when I realize that halfway through the piece, things start breaking down and I end up missing notes.
2. Take a deep breath. Even if it means taking an awkwardly long pause. Because believe it or not, that awkwardly long pause NEVER seems awkwardly long when I listen to the recording.
3. Focus Focus Focus. Whether on the sheet music or my air flow, I can't let myself get distracted. Being a space cadet, this is damn difficult.
4. Realize that its really not that important whether I get the 16th note run perfect, or if I get that uber high note to sound just right. As long as I play as musically as I can, I've done my job.

So here's to breaking a leg, not having a seizure, and having a good time.