Black Swan: A Story Well Told

When it comes to books and movies, all I want is a great story told well. Today I watched Black Swan, and it is a good story told well.

It is a wonderful psycho-thriller that portrays the theme of transformation in a number of ways. I was familiar with the story of Swan Lake, which is a beautiful mythical story. In typical Russian fashion, it’s tragic and beautiful at the same time.

Swan Lake is about a girl who has a spell cast on her that traps her soul within a swan. True love is the only way to break the spell, but when her prince comes along, her evil black twin beguiles him, thus forever locking her soul within the swan. In desperation, she kills herself, is released from the curse and is transformed.

In this film, the telling of the story is what makes it great. The story is not unique – pretty young virgin, evil spirit casts spell, spell can only be broken by true love, a dirty double cross, where suicide is the outcome.

What makes this film awesome is that it tells the story in two different ways simultaneously. It is about a ballerina vying to be the swan queen in the dance company’s production. At the same time you see the main characters of the film embody their counterpart in the story of Swan Lake. The film is dark and has explicit sex scenes in it. I’m not a fan of gratuitous sex/nude/violent scenes, but this story can’t be told without them.

The shy, girlish understudy has to parallel the white swan. And the dark side has to come out, depicted literally in the film by the sprouting of feathers, and the loss of innocence. The film uses various manifestations of mental illness, including, bulimia/anorexia, OCD and psychosis (this is the sprouting feathers part) to transform the human character, which parallels the swan queen in the ballet.

The break with reality personifies the duality of her ballet part(s) on the stage. In order to “lose herself” she has to commit homicide, but since she has lost her mind, the person she actually kills is herself. So just as the swan queen dies, so does the ballerina. There’s also a lot of themes intertwined with the self-loathing and narcissism of performers. A very skinny Natalie Portman won best actress for her role, rightfully so. It’s a big kids movie, but well worth the two hours to watch a well told story.

One Day at a Time Another Month Flies by

I’ve been on my blogging odyssey for almost three months now. I started blogging every day on November 1, 2011. Today is January 18, 2012. That is 79 posts including tonight’s entry.

It has been an remarkable 79 days. Tonight I’m looking back over the last few weeks to do a “round-up” of favorite blog posts.

One month ago I posted about Jdub’s favorite tune: The Spanish Song That night seems so long ago, but it was just a month. Goes to show how time can stand still or fly depending on where your perspective is.

Thanksgiving and Christmas happened. And the wonderful Christmas Eve program at our church” Light of the World

My pets always provide good fodder for writing: If the Dog/Cat Could Sass

And there were several photo blog posts that were just a result of being in the moment with a camera (or iPhone) handy:

Winter Sunset Beauty

Beautiful Sky = Pretty Pictures

Stock Tank on a Still Day (My Favorite of the photo posts)

And the coolest, random photo that captured an optical illusion:

Do You See What I See? (It was a little more than a month ago)

Much has changed in my life in 79 days.

  • I’m about to make a major job transition.
  • I’m getting close to losing the 10 lbs I promised myself to lose by my next birthday (not so much because I’m eating better but more because I don’t have time to eat).
  • I’m about to conclude the last event I hope to ever do in a professional capacity.
  • I’ve been “ordained” at my church.
  • I read three 500-page books of fiction; six books of nonfiction.
  • I still have a library book out that is past due.
  • I’ve worn my pretty boots a lot.
  • I repainted/redecorated my home office.
  • I rearranged Jdub’s room to make it more spacious for him to play.
  • I almost had a panic attack in Ikea because it’s so overwhelming to me, (not really, but it did become time to “just go.”)
  • I got a fever blister (from stress, that’s what my body does).
  • And my little kid was sick for 5 days straight.

With a blog a day, I’m amazed at how much life actually happens in a relatively short span of time. It also shows that whatever you do, you have to do it a little at a time. When you pause to look back, the chronicle provides the proof that you’ve gone very far, just one day at a time.

The Next 7 Days

Writer’s block rears its ugly head again tonight.

The hits just keep on coming lately … All I got to do is make it through the next 7 days, but they are going to be killer. Poor little Jdubs has been sick for the last 4 days … I’m not used to him being so still and quiet. Poor little feller.

He dosen't look so bad here but he has had a rough three days.

A Long Day & MLK

Today was a long, long day full of cool stuff.

I got to meet a Jewish Rabbi who has several Ph.Ds, speaks five languages and is an economics professor. He’s also an expert in security for tourism.

I got to see the beautiful renovations made to the Graham Memorial Auditorium

I got to serve my church in a leadership capacity

I got to take care of my sick little boy

I got to read a blog post from a friend who made me remember that today was MLK day and that Rosa Parks had a really long day in 1955. And that we have come so far, but we can still do better. And that much can be accomplished when we work together.

Truth from the Mouth of Babes

Yesterday was full of what I call Jdub-isms. My little son has a very large vocabulary for a 5 year old and sometimes speaks such truth that it’s startling and hilarious.

He had a balloon yesterday that he drug around with him for most of the day until he accidentally let it go. He fell apart. For a good hour and a half he lamented about the loss of his “balloonie.” His balloon happened to have his name written on it by his request.

After the accidental release of the “balloonie” He said the following at different times:

“My balloonie went far, far away. I am so upset, I just can’t take it.”

“Maybe it went to be with Jesus… do you think he will know it’s mine since my name is on it? Will Jesus send my “balloonie” back? If he keeps it, that’s not sharing very nice.”

After a while he took his hat off … I asked him if he wanted to put his hat back on, then he said:

“When cowboys get really sad they take their hats off and give them to their mommas.”

At some point he told my mom: “Emmi, how many times to I have to tell you to stop talking …”

The Balloon.

He finally got to feeling better and was playing a Sesame Street game (anything to get him chilled out). He started calling for my dad and said:

“I was calling the Judge.” [my father is a judge.]

Today Jdubs ran a fever and had a barking cough … so my mom and dad brought him a new balloon from the handy Walmart. Jdubs promptly wrestled the balloon down and popped it.

I just had to write down all the funny things he said in the last 24 hours.

Stock Tank on a Still Day

It was a beautiful day in Arcadia today. Crisp, cool, but not cold, sunny and clear.

I snapped this beautiful shot around 5 p.m. today. This tank is a favorite subject/backdrop in many of my photos. The stillness is very unusual, thankfully I had my trusty iPhone.

Jack Ruby ... the farm dogs. Their names are fitting since they are like assassins when they are together.

I turned about 45 degrees to my left to snap this shot.

Just like Forrest Gump said, it's like two skys--one on top of the other.

Then Jack happened.

This dog ...
...is blissfully ignorant of the fact that I was trying to take a pretty photo.
Wow ... just wow.

Arcadia is beautiful, even in the winter.

The Boot Shrapnel

This has been one of the busiest weeks I can remember in a long while. I’ve been on the go, in and out of my offices, here and there, everywhere working like crazy.

After a very busy week there is shrapnel …

Little boy boots and spurs shrapnel
Daddy boot shrapnel
Momma's pretty boot shrapnel

It was a boot-wearing day … since someone was either whipping and spurring, wading through the crap or kicking ass.

Sawing Nails

So my writer’s block is like a male dog, still fully intact. But my little bundle of joy, Jdubs, is the clutch player at  crunch time.

Tonight while I was mulling over what to write about, he asked me if he could saw his nails. I had no idea what he was talking about at first.

But he had a rough nail and wanted to “saw” it smooth.

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