Metamorphosis

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Why I’m Happy that Slumdog Millionaire Won Best Picture February 23, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — becomingbethany @ 3:03 pm

slumdog children

I was fortunate enough to see “Slumdog Millionaire” before all of the hype.  I say fortunate because I was able to evaluate it without all of the critics’, friends’, co-workers’, and grocery store checkout person’s voices already ringing in my ears.  And I liked it.  I think it has all the qualities that make for an endearing story.  The rags-to-riches tale of a disadvantaged youth, progression of character through time, and the fairy tale ending of love lost and found.  It also has the qualities that I really like in films.  Exotic locales, cute children, great costumes, fun with music, and a cinematography style to capture both close-ups and sweeping city shots.  All that to say, I really enjoyed the movie.  But that’s not the main reason that I’m happy that Slumdog won Best Picture.

slumdog kiss

I am really pleased that it won Best Picture because I think it highlights a shift that is occuring in American filmmaking.  I think we are finally realizing that we are not the only people in the world making movies and telling stories!  “Slumdog Millionaire” was written by an English screenwriter, based on a novel by an Indian diplomat who has served around the world, directed by a British director, with an all-Indian cast in India!  The only thing any American did in making this movie was Fox Searchlight in distributing the film to an American audience.

And it has been almost universally loved by American audiences.  I think that’s a very good sign.  And I couldn’t be more pleased that “Slumdog Millionaire” won Best Picture.

 

Time for Creativity: Is it Necessary? December 28, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — becomingbethany @ 6:42 pm

At the end of school, two weeks ago, I wrote more pages than I can remember right now. I was working on a script, essays, and final reflections. Somehow I got it all done but I can’t remember most of what I actually wrote. I was writing so much that I became very disengaged from my writing. I just kept typing letters into words and letting sentences form almost on their own. I didn’t really feel like any of me was actually in the writing. But all of my professors approved what I turned in. I don’t think that’s because I am a phenomenal writer. I think it’s because I was in such a habit of writing that I could write without being very personally involved with my writing.

That kind of writing is not very fun though. It feels more like washing dishes than creating art. I had a chore (to write) and I did it. Something was missing when I was not personally emotionally involved in the process. Yet I was still able to produce something of at least a little value (it got me the grades I wanted!).

So now I am wondering how much time and space is actually necessary for creativity. Now that I am a couple weeks removed from finals crunch, I am starting to feel creative again. I am thinking of short stories and script ideas I would LIKE to work on. But I am wondering if they will be any better than the stuff I wrote because it was assigned to me. How much time, space, and emotional involvement is essential to good writing?

 

Dreaming of a white Christmas December 10, 2008

Filed under: beauty — becomingbethany @ 6:32 pm

Writing again.  But looking at this instead and wishing I could be there tromping through the quiet trees.

snowy park

 

Hymns as poetry November 30, 2008

Filed under: beauty, music, words — becomingbethany @ 11:13 pm

I have recently been reminded of a form of poetry that we recite on a mostly weekly basis.  Hymns.  This is a hymn I have been thinking about a lot lately and trying to interpret in the same way that I read poetry.

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

 

Pretty things November 5, 2008

Filed under: beauty, words — becomingbethany @ 5:22 pm

I am writing a paper right now (literally.  My Word document is minimized on my screen as I type this).  I have this problem with writing papers.  I LOVE the research part of papers.  I like reading, and thinking, and reading some more, and collecting ideas from various sources, and deciding which viewpoints I agree with, and interupting my roommates with my latest epiphanies, and then reading some more.  Yes, I like research.  But after the research, I have to actually write the paper.  This is the part that I find boring.  I have already decided what I think about the topic and quite honestly, most of the time I don’t really care about persuading anyone else of my opinion.  But there is no way for professors to grade me on my thoughts unless I write them down.

So right now I am writing a paper.  I can only stare and the black and white screen for so long before I get bored of the sight of it.  So I have to take a break to look at something a little lovelier.  Usually this means I stand up and go outside to look at clouds or at least glance out my window at a tree or something.  However, sometimes an outside view is not easily accesible so I have to find some other pretty thing to look at.

Lately I have discovered that my favorite store has an online catalog.   I discovered this over the summer when the theme for their catalog was a Middle Eastern market.  I have an appreciation for pretty things and for the Middle East so when they stuck them both in the same place I was very appreciative.  What in the world does this have to do with writing papers?  Well, at the moment instead of writing my paper I am looking at this.  Trains AND pretty clothes!  I have this weird affinity for trains.  One of my dream trips is to take The Orient Express along its historic route.  And beautiful coats!  I really like a nice coat.

train-coat

Okay,  that’s enough of a break and enough of sighing over pretty things.  Time to go back to the paper.

P.S. I apologize to those male readers who may have found this post a little boring.  I will not talk about clothes often.  Just pretty clothes, and mostly just because they’re pretty.

 

A Vision of the Beautiful October 24, 2008

Filed under: beauty — becomingbethany @ 9:00 pm

Dr. Dallas Willard, a philosophy professor from USC spoke at Biola University this week.  I like hearing philosophers speak because they seem to round up all of the little ideas, random thoughts, observations, and whatever else is lying around and stick it all together into a Big Idea.  I like Big Ideas.  They are easier to get my mind around than lots of little ideas all rolling around and bumping into each other.

He was speaking on Desire and the Will and a few other things.  I can’t remember everything he said and I wish I had been taking notes because the things that I do remember were very enlightening.  I will probably really butcher what he said but I wanted to write it down before I forget it.  The main point that I remember is what makes up an action.  He used the acronym VIM.  V = vision, I = intention, and M = means.  Without all of these three components you cannot act.  We need a vision in order to know what we want to do.  We need intention in order to follow through with the vision.  And we need means in order to bring the vision and intention to fruition.  Often we only have one of these three and then the action cannot be brought about.  For example, lots of people have exercise equipment sitting around in their garages or basements.  They have the means (exercise equipment) but not the vision or intention to actually work out and become healthy.

The main thing that struck me about what he said is how important it is to have a proper vision.  Without being able to see well, you may be misguided in your intention and use of the means.  I started thinking about a driver.  If his windsheild is dirty and he cannot see well, he has a poor vision of the road.  Even with proper intention (to drive well) and proper means (a car that works well), without a proper vision, it is very likely that he will crash.  He will probably end up hurting himself and maybe even those around him.  All for lack of a proper vision.

So many of the evil things that people get involved with are due to poor vision.  Our “windshields” get dirty and everything is distorted and messed up from there on out.  We stop being able to see clearly and even begin to assume that the “muddy windshield” is really the best way to see after all.

I think the saddest part of this whole scenario is when we allow our vision of the Beautiful to be muddied and distorted.  Imagine if we only looked at the Mona Lisa (or insert other favorite art piece here) through a piece of streaked glass.  She would not look the proper proportions.  The coloring would be off and the famous expression would not be quite so enigmatic.  But if everyone kept telling us that this is the most beautiful piece of artwork ever created, we would begin to change our perceptions of what is beautiful.  (More contemporary example: Sickly stick-thin models in high-fashion magazines.)

Maybe the truly Beautiful is more than we can handle.  Maybe we intentionally distort and muddy our vision of the Beautiful because we cannot understand it and we are too lazy to try.  How pitiful to live staring through a muddy window when we could look through streak-free glass at the incredible view.  And this is not just a dirty So Cal freeway that we are missing out on (like in the example of the driver) but something so much more.  Maybe even the image of God.

 

Why do we tell stories? October 11, 2008

Filed under: stories — becomingbethany @ 9:57 pm

Last night I had some friends over for a party.  We ate and played Taboo for a while and enjoyed ourselves.  And then we began swapping stories.  Our own stories, our parents’ stories, stories we had heard from other friends, probably even a few urban legends.  It was really fun hearing stories.  After a couple hours of that I started wondering why we tell stories.  Why do we share stories?  Why do we find enjoyment in hearing other people’s stories?  From the time that we are small children, we ask for stories.  In every culture that I have ever observed, storytelling is important.  What is so human about telling stories?

 

Just something to brighten up the day October 8, 2008

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Children dress up as Indian independence leader Mahatma Gandhi during a peace rally in Amritsar to mark the anniversary of his birth in 1869. (from BBC.com)

 

Monsoon Season September 13, 2008

Filed under: stories — becomingbethany @ 10:03 am

Taken from BBC.com

 

How I want to learn to see the world August 28, 2008

Filed under: stories — becomingbethany @ 3:59 pm

When I was studying Biblical wisdom literature (Psalms, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, Song of Songs) last semester, we started talking about how to interpret the poetry of wisdom literature.   One of our professors mentioned that many medieval theologians viewed the world as full of metaphors for God and His character and so they found the poetic style of David and Solomon very natural.  Though these medieval theologians viewed the world as corrupted by sin, they strongly believed that if we learn to look closely at the world, we can see glimpses of God.  Even the tree growing right outside my window can teach me something about God if I take the time to notice it and think about it.

I like this idea.  A lot.  It is not a pantheistic claim that God is everything, but rather a healthy appreciation of God’s fingerprints on our world.  After all, as Creator of the world, wouldn’t He leave His trademark on it?

Learning to think about the world this way has really deepened my appreciation for the creativity of God in that last few months.  It has also helped me to think more about how I tell stories.  Am I picking up on the God-given metaphors around me?  How I can use those metaphors to tell better stories?

I am trying to learn to see the world that way.