Monday, February 19, 2007

Oh Mr. Keats...

when i have fears that i may cease to be
before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
before high piled books, in charact’ry,
hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
when i behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
and think that i may never live to trace
their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
and when i feel, fair creature of an hour!
that i shall never look upon thee more,
never have relish in the faery power
of unreflecting love!—then on the shore
of the wide world i stand alone, and think
till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Three Years, Two Lives

Well. It's over.

The disappearance, the discovery, the denial, and the funeral, are all over.

It's a big, long, terrifying road that I'm being steered towards, but I know I'm not the only one. I'm not ready to be at this point in my life, this point being the time when I start going to funerals for those I know and love; this point being the time when I start having regrets that I'm not sure I'll ever get over; this point being the time when I start feeling helpless, because nothing I can do can take the pain away from those who survive it, just like they can't take the pain away from me.

I don't know how long it will take for me to get past this; it took several months for Sova, and I hadn't known him for too long. And those were different circumstances.

For this...I don't know. I've never before been torn in so many directions. I've seen grieving parents, friends, and I've seen faces written with regret, mirroring mine. There's always that, "What if?" as one woman said at the funeral. There is no "What if," it's just a false hope. I've replayed in my mind what I would do if, by some miracle, I woke up and it was one week ago. I would wake up and I would go to him, and I would tell him everything he didn't know about his life and those that love him...just a false hope.

I realized that I never really appreciated him, that whenever he would give me help I would just accept it, never actually realizing that he would need mine in return; I didn't know what I could help him with.

I wasn't quite as ready to write this as I thought. But, if it's any consolation, it's over now - everything but his memory.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Anna Nicole Smith Obit


One year ago, I had to write an obituary for Anna Nicole Smith (she was, obviously, still living). I pasted what I had here, along with, again obviously, the true circumstances of her death.

Anna Nicole Smith, actress and former Playmate of the Year, died Thursday after being discovered unconscious in her hotel room in South Florida. She was 39.

Smith, born Vickie Lynn Hogan, made headlines recently due to her marriage to a very senior citizen, a bitter court battle, some significant weight gain, and proof that she isn't the brightest woman to grace the E! channel.

In her early 20s, Smith worked as an exotic dancer where she met wheelchair-bound, oil tycoon billionaire J. Howard Marshall, who reportedly paid for a cosmetic surgery to enhance her breasts (she insisted on having two implants inserted into each breast).

Smith was first on the cover of Playboy in 1992, earning her a contract to replace supermodel Claudia Schiffer in a Guess? jeans ad campaign. Tall, full-figured and blonde, Smith’s idol was Marilyn Monroe. Smith reached her peak when she was crowned 1993’s Playmate of the Year and became a Guess? Model.

But after a controversial marriage to 89-year-old Marshall in 1994 (she was 26), Smith developed a propensity for pills and alcohol and became the topic of choice for late-night hosts’ jokes. By several accounts, Smith had numerous relationships on the side during the marriage, including bodybuilder Clay Spires, actors Scott Baio and Rikki Lee Travolta.

But Smith also had suppossedly had relations with women, including Maria Antonia Cerrato who Smith allegedly proposed to on several occassions. Her most recent relationship was with Howard K. Stern, who claims to be the father of her 5-month-old daughter, Dannielynn Hope.

After Marshall’s death in August 1995, Smith took on his son, E. Pierce Marshall, for half of her deceased husband’s $1.6 billion estate. Even though Marshall’s trust and will were updated weeks after their marriage, he did not include her in either. The case actually lasted longer than their marriage, with one judge awarding Smith $475 million, another awarding $88.5 million.

Smith’s career stalled during the 90s, with her acting in “The Hudsucker Proxy” and “Naked Gun 33 1/3” earning her a relegation to low-budget soft-core porn movies such as “Skyscraper.”

In 2002, the E! cable television channel gave Smith her own show that focused on her personal and private life. While the show’s debut was the highest rating show on the network, ratings progressively dropped with each passing episode. Critics blasted it, some saying it was so bad it deserved pity. Before the second season, producers of the show demanded that Smith drop some weight before shooting began, and with the help of TrimSpa, a supplement that claims to block fat from entering the body, Smith trimmed 80 pounds off and became a spokeswoman for the supplement. Smith, however, no longer has a TV audience: the show was canceled in February 2004 due to “creative differences.”

In November 2004, Smith was a presenter at the American Music Awards, her cryptic, murmured comments about her body and TrimSpa earning her attention in the tabloids, who speculated she was under the influence of pills or another substance. Smith’s representatives said she was in pain due to a series of grueling workouts and couldn’t read the prompter well because she is near-sighted and wasn’t wearing contact lenses.

Also, in March 2005, Smith spoofed Janet Jackson’s wardrobe malfunction at the MTV Australia Video Music Awards when she pulled down her dress to reveal both breasts, each covered with the MTV logo.

While some have characterized Smith as irresponsible, senseless, gold-digging, and stupid, among other things, she gained a following, one that constantly found her in the spotlight and one that will treasure the life she lived, no matter how strange or absurd it was.

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Monday, January 08, 2007

The 'B' Word

When I was six, the biggest problem I had was making sure I won at the games my friends and I played during recess. I just had to be Princess Jasmine during our favorite role playing games where we mimicked our favorite Disney movie. And I absolutely had to win at our "cussing battles," where we tested each other, seeing which one would go the farthest and say the worst words.

The 'B' word was harsh, one I wasn't too afraid to use (quietly), and even more bold was completing the phrase by adding 'son of a' in front of it. When I got caught, I blamed it on television (partially true), and my mother didn't let me watch "90210" anymore.

Children today have it much rougher than when I did (and I'm not that old). I would be surprised if there weren't "cussing battles" or something similar among the six-year-olds today. What does surprise me is one new 'B' phrase they definitely have: Body Mass Index.

The New York Times printed an article today ("As Obesity Fight Hits Cafeteria, Many Fear a Note From School") focusing on several school districts across the nation that send Body Mass Index percentiles home to parents with their childrens' report cards. Schools began sending the reports ("in casual parlance, obesity report cards") to parents a few years ago in response to the 'Obesity War' plaguing America's children. Parents of students from Kindergarten to 8th grade receive the reports, and it will soon expand to high school students' parents.

There's only one 'B' word to describe what's going to happen next: Backlash.

Young girls are going to become so aware - or unaware, depending on how you look at it - of their Body Mass Index percentiles sent home to their parents several times a year that they're going to fall into what too many older women aren't even strong enough to handle. They're becoming what society, and now school, is telling them to be: perfect.

A six-year-old girl eats less than her two-year-old sibling. Her mother said she's "anxious" about eating after finding a letter with her report card that said she had a Body Mass Index in the 80th percentile (which means she's 'normal').

An eight-year-old girl eats carrot sticks and constantly weighs herself. Her mother said, "She walks out of the bathroom saying, 'I weigh 68 pounds, and none of you can say that.'"

Bulemia, another 'B' word, and Anorexia. Two words I didn't know until I was a teen that might end up killing America's children in 10 years. Maybe that's jumping the gun, maybe they don't know what those words are. But they don't need to know the name of it to suffer from it, and the fact that they're so self-aware at such a young age isn't helping to prove otherwise.

I was able to blame television shows for my 'B' word, and my mother took away my bad influence by turning off the television. Mothers today have it harder; they can't turn off school policies. And children today have it the worst: their education centers are their bad influences.

Friday, December 15, 2006

"I'm one of those people who believes in fate and destiny, that everything in our lives happens for a reason. This Christmas was the last one I'll have here in Charlotte (hopefully) before I leave for the great college experience. I've been accepted to N.C. State (yes, Sam, the tractor college) and I'm clinging to that acceptance letter tighter than I am to my cell phone."


That's from January 2004, published in the Mecklenburg Neighbors section of the Charlotte Observer. Those were the days when I thought the next 10 years of my life were already planned out.

I had it all set: graduate in 4 years (maybe three) with a degree in Journalism or English, move to a big city and be an all-star journalist, live in a big city where I could sip lattes every morning, and get basically whatever I want (including a five-figure salary - and that's even idealistic).

I think I've outgrown believing in fate and destiny - you don't just sit back and wait to see what happens to you, you have to make things happen to you. I'm going to graduate with an English degree (not the best GPA) and at least five internships (including PR, newspaper, magazine and marketing), and I'll be lucky to land a good-paying job. It's just the field I chose.

I've been thinking a lot about the future lately, probably a little too much (or too little, however you look at it). My profession is up on the air - probably a good thing I've got varied experience. In terms of relationships...things change.

The boyfriend is good and solid, I don't have any worries about that as of now (we've never even had a real argument yet). It's the other ones. The friends who are graduating (and joining the Army, for example) a year before I graduate.

I don't know, growing up is sad. I miss the days when it was perfectly normal and okay for me to be idealistic, to make extreme plans and have extreme dreams (like going to Africa, for example). But that's the good thing about having good friends (and a good boyfriend) - they let you dream and make plans according to what makes me happy.

Life (even though it's crazy and too realistic) is good.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

It's not about me.

Maybe it's not, most likely it's not, but that doesn't mean I'm not effected. Since when is it okay? Since when does a good thing make a bad thing happen? Why is it good versus bad? Why can't it be what's best for everyone?

Because people change.

Since when does change equate to discontinuation?

since now.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Why I feel the need to edit and write in my blog only when I'm at home, I don't know. But, that's the way it is.

It's been an interesting few days. I've already seen three movies ("Bobby," "Stranger Than Fiction," "Babel") and I've visited both sides of the family. My mom and I went to a Buddhist Temple and saw relics, and I've also played poker and rummi. :)

Right now I'm listening to Norah Jones and wishing I had at least a two-story house to climb out on the roof and watch the stars and listen to her for the rest of the night.

I thought I would have more to write about, but I just can't seem to concentrate right now. :) I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving, and I should update again soon.