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The One With Halloween

Long time no blog. Again.



I seriously don't like my new blogging routine and I keep planning to change it, but no such luck so far. It really bothers me that I'm not blogging as much as I used to. I mean, I know I'm busy and I don't have time to breathe sometimes, but I've been blogging for years. I mean, I've had a website since I was like 13 years old and I never really kept a diary so this has been, in every sense that counts, my diary. It feels kinda weirs that I'm not updating it as much as I used to. The thing is that sometimes, with everything else that's going on, I just don't find the energy to do that anymore. It's really weird… I just don't know what to do. Once again, I hope it'll pass and I'll get back to my usual self.



So anyway, shit happened since the last time, as they expectedly would, but of course, I don't remember all of them, so I'll just briefly summarize whatever I do remember.



First and for all, Halloween happened. I'd never really seen myself as a Halloween person, until this year, when I suddenly decided to go and carve myself a pumpkin and the rest is history. In the end, thanks to Stephen, I ended up with two pumpkins, baby Orange and a big-brother Orange. Needless to say that carving them was, however small, but one of the best times I ever had in my life. It seems so silly, you know, to be carving a pumpkin, but it was actually so much fun. I didn't even try to do something outrageous seeing as it is only my first time, but also there's the fact that I just wanted a face-pumpkin, and they both came out so adorable, especially little Orange Jr. . I really don't get all these people who carve a pumpkin's face using some kind of template. Apart from it being laughably basic, you're losing half the experience if you're using someone else's design. It's stupid. I like the way that my pumpkins, maybe not the most original, were still my own and each of them reflected a tiny bit of me. They're so cute .



Pumpkins aside, I also decorated my room, but not with the usual Halloween stuff. Instead I went out and collected loads of dry autumn leaves, berries and flowers and arranged them in the room with the pumpkins, on my windowsill and desk. I have to say I really liked the way everything got together. It was rather beautiful, especially the smell of leaves in the room – priceless . I love autumn leaves and I loved bringing them into my room for a while. It was so sweet actually, when I was collecting berries in the college area, this old lady that was walking by (people use UCD as a park, but then again, those who know UCD already know that) stopped and started helping me. She was so sweet and although a bit awkward it was such a lovely gesture. Reminded me again why I love Irish people . Anyhow, I spent Halloween night with my two pumpkins and my leaves and my berries and my flowers and Buffy's "Halloween", "Hush" and "Buffy vs. Dracula" and I have to say, it a brilliant night, especially the part where I was sitting in the dark with only candle-light and pumpkin-light, watching Buffy… and the part where I didn't have to worry about essays for a tiny bit.



To be perfectly honest though, I got a bit too deep into slacking last week, especially bearing in mind that I gave myself 3 free nights; the Halloween nights and two others in which Stephen came over and stayed the night, so not a whole lot of sleeping was done there. But good nights nonetheless. Love our nights, however rare. Plus there was the hilarious bit with the fire outside my window … in the middle of the night. It's like 3 AM and suddenly I realize that there is smoke rising from somewhere just across the street. I look outside and there is a fire going on in the front yard of the opposite house. So I'm thinking, better ring the fire department, which I do, but the guy there is being his typical Irish self and not at all eager to do anything about it. In fact, it was kinda funny, even though it sounded incredibly ridiculous:



Me: Hi, I'm ringing from Dundrum and there is a fire going on in the house opposite mine…
Guy: Where exactly are you?
Me: …
Guy: Okay, I'll send someone to check it out as soon as possible.
Me: There is a fire outside my house.
Guy: Is it a really big fire?
Me: Not really.
Guy: So it's a small fire.
Me: Look, it's getting bigger, ok? There is a fire outside my house!
Guy: Okay, tell me again where you are, I'll send someone over…



That was hilarious. To give them credit when due though, they did show up within like 10 minutes, so it was grand. Put it out, no harm done. Stephen and I had a great laugh over it though.



Before I wrap up the Halloween topic, I will post the new wallpaper I did for the holiday, which is now on my desktop and is Buffy-themed ("Fear Itself" to be exact, and why of course ).




And of course, a preview to my Halloween photo album on Flickr (note the Blingters posing with Orange Jr. ):








And finally, a video I made of the fireworks this year (no Halloween goes by without fireworks, of course, and certainly no Halloween goes by without my friendly neighborhood fireworks: click.



The second important topic of this blog is my new job. Yes, I no longer work in Penneys as staff leader. The story is simple, really. Thanks to our impotent Nazi of a store manager everyone sane is gradually running from like from a plague, I recently did the unthinkable and joined the runners. Why? Because he crossed the line one too many times and I reached my breaking point – yes, even I have a breaking point. I love that place, I love these people, I even daresay I made some friends there, and there are great people there etc., but I just couldn't take it anymore and so one night I sent that no-coming-back-from email to the head office at Mary Street and next thing I know, I have an interview and within a couple of days, I'm told that I no longer work in Penneys Dundrum but instead I'm being transferred to Mary Street as a manager. So yeah… I'm a manager now. Manager me. Jesus, it even sounds ridiculous, but hey, that's the way it is. I guess now all there's left to do is kinda hope I won't make them regret the decision of making me one. Oh and of course, I'm nowhere near done with the ridiculous part… I now own a suit . Yep, as a manager I have to wear a suit to work so I'm a suit-wearing-person now. Hilarious? You don't know the half of it. You haven't seen me in a suit . Coming to think of it, I just might post a photo in the next few days just for laughs…




My last full day was on Sunday and although everyone and especially Stephen tried to make it as good as possible, the impotent Nazi managed to ruin it anyway – why am I not surprised? All in all, I'm just sorry that in turn I ruined that day for everyone else. A part of me hopes I redeemed at least a tiny bit of it in the end, but the other part knows I royally screwed up. Well… what's done is done, I suppose . My official last day, even though it was only an evening, was yesterday, and it really felt so weird. I didn't cry or anything, even though a part of me was sad to leave. It really did feel unreal that I was leaving. I already miss these people; I miss working with them and socializing with them, I miss seeing them every week. They are some awesome people and I'm so sorry I have to leave them because of that prick, but there really is no other way to go. Not for me, at least. Stephen convinced me (after much persuasion, mind you) to have a sort of going-away party in the pub, so I suppose something might happen this Friday. It will be so weird. Dave, Rob, Stephen, Orla, Luke, Ben, Claire, Suzanne, Niamh, Laura, Jen and a few others… this section of the blog is for you. Thank you for the great time we spent together .



Finally, I have to share a tiny piece of great news and say that, although the chance is slim, Alex might be coming to visit me in March. I'm so incredibly elated, even though the chances are slim, I don't care, I'm already keeping my fingers crossed and counting the seconds! I can't wait to show my baby brother this beautiful, wonderful country, but not only that, I just want him here, even for a while, to be with him and to share with him something that is such an important part of my life. I'm so excited; I'm way too excited for my own good now, especially if it all falls through, but I don’t care. My brother, whom I love and miss like crazy, might be coming to see me. Best news ever!



To wrap the whole thing up, just one more thing before I go… I realized I never officially posted the links to my Italy albums on Flickr, so I'm gonna do it now:



Aerials
The Pantheon
Vatican City
The Colosseum & Foro Romano
Rome
Pompeii
Windows of Rome
Trevi Fountain
Galleria Borghese
Churches and Cathedrals
Piazza and Palazzo Barberini



And the clips from YouTube…



The Pantheon, San Pietro in Vincoli, The Colosseum and view of Rome, the Colosseum and Foro Romano from Palatine Hill
Vatican museums, Raphael's Rooms and Basilica di San Pietro
The ancient wonders of Pompeii
A joke interview Stephen and I did on our first day in Rome. He was kind enough to hold the camera wrong, so I had to rotate the clip by 90 degrees and ended up looking like a weird balloon. Thank you, Stevie. But funny shit, nonetheless .



And finally… I'm off!

Mood: Inspired
Listening to: Coldplay - Clocks

Posted on Wed, Nov 7 2007 @ 23:15
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The One With Buffy

"In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer."



These words, oddly enough, became one of the trademarks of the last decade of the 20th century within an almost unreasonably short period of time. Funny to think that they are little more than the opening words of a pilot episode for a TV show not many people really wanted to be made, and bearing in mind the disastrous film whose title it bore dating back to the beginning of the decade, could anyone really blame them? But Joss Whedon didn't give up. Even after they butchered his movie script and created the shame that was the Buffy movie, he pulled himself back together and started from scratch allover again. He never wanted Buffy to be a movie in the first place as he knew it was unfilmable as a movie; there was simply too much to tell. But in movie-business you have to make compromises, and the first time he did. The second time, he refused, and the pilot was born, called "Welcome to the Hellmouth".



Looking back at everything, it is somewhat amazing people watched it at all. Not to mention the fact that a title like "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", particularly bearing in mind its movie-precedent, is more than enough reason not to watch something, and then there is the fact that the actors, with the exception of Sarah Michelle Gellar, were completely unknown, the special effects and battle scenes almost pitiful (next to what Buffy brought us in the years to come). But still, people tuned in. They tuned in because the promo sparked interest in them even when they should have remained indifferent, because Joss' incredible talent with words won over them for the first time in seven years and he breathed life into characters he only just placed on screen for the first time. For whatever reason, people gave it a chance.



"This world is older than any of you know. Contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise. For untold eons demons walked the Earth. They made it their home, their hell. But in time they lost their purchase on this reality. The way was made for mortal animals, for, for man. All that remains of the old ones are vestiges, certain magicks, certain creatures. The books tell the last demon to leave this reality fed off a human, mixed their blood. He was a human form possessed, infected by the demon's soul. He bit another, and another, and so they walk the earth, feeding... Killing some, mixing their blood with others to make more of their kind. Waiting for the animals to die out, and the old ones to return."



These words, given to Giles in "The Harvest", the second part of Buffy's pilot, were the beginning of a new and original mythology that span almost out of control and soon became a history in itself. The Mythology of the Slayer is still, without a doubt, the richest to be ever written for a TV series, so rich in detail and reference that it almost makes you wonder – why did he bother? But Buffy would not be Buffy if he didn't. It was not just a TV show like the others. It was his dream, his vision, his creation. Many fans called Joss Whedon 'God', and while this term clearly referred to that his whim dictated the direction of the show, behind it lay the undeniable fact that he, like only few geniuses before him (namely Tolkien) created a whole universe (in fact, more than one), with not only original characters, but with history, mythology, past, present and future. He revolutioned not only the face of television, but the face of storytelling alike, and it did not take long for this show, that you would not admit to your best friend you were watching, to suddenly come out of hiding. Buffy spread like cancer through the worldwide web probably faster than it did through any other form of media and by the time the show reached its prime, the amount of websites, big and small, that were devoted to it could be counted in tens if not hundreds of thousands, setting a record others have yet to break.



Books began to appear about the show as early as in its first season, and surprisingly, the companion books (that were little more than written versions of aired episodes) formed up the smallest part of Buffy literature. The show produced novels; full-fledged novels and series' of novels, all set within the Buffy universe, and by the time it ended, the show left behind it a trail of possibly hundreds of such novels, some of which are still being written today, years after the final episode aired. The best of these books, of course, were the ones personally approved by Joss Whedon (he made sure all novels were put through him, but only few authors received privileges such as consultation and visits to the set). But having conquered the world of literature was not enough, and soon the show invaded the academic world as well, as books of different kind began to surface, textbooks about the aspects of philosophy, sociology, psychology and fantasy in the show, with the analysis of human nature according to Buffy taking centre stage as well as Joss' use of fantasy to mirror reality. And the same books were soon used in classrooms and in universities, not only in filmmaking and writing courses (Joss' writing and use of language broke records of its own), but also in human science. The show was everywhere, and although it never won any prestigious awards (the most common excuse were that it did not fit into the acceptable criteria of a TV show), it was under constant critical scrutiny, with seemingly everyone following Joss Whedon's every move, wondering what boundaries he would break next.



The creative milestones and achievements of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" are too many to count. In fact, I remember that it used to be the subject of much debate among the show's loyal fans – how do you rate the episodes, which ones are the best, the most exceptional? Funny, but even after all these years, there still is no answer to this question. Buffy has been analyzed to death from every possible angle; every movement, every action, every word has been given psychological and philosophical attributes, and yet there still is no answer. But although there is no particular order, there is a list of several episodes that everyone agreed belonged in that informal hall-of-fame, and I really do believe they are Joss' greatest achievements (and still there is the hovering guilt of excluding so many other worthy episodes).



"Prophecy Girl" - the first season finale; a season that wasn't really a season as it only consisted of 12 episodes and was more a filler for the WB network after another show had been cancelled. Nonetheless, this finale, after the rather shaky season, proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that the show was capable of so much more. Buffy's unforgettable speech ("Giles, I'm 16 years old, I don't want to die!") in face of the helplessness of the two most important men in her life; her then unrequited lover who unlike her, would live forever (Angel) and her Watcher who slowly crosses the line and begins to love her as a daughter (Giles) was ironically only the tip of the drama iceberg the show would unleash in the seasons to come. The finale gave a new definition to the term cliffhanger even though everything seemed to have been resolved. It started a long tradition of Buffy finales that lasted all the way into the end. It was the first to take the importance of psychological consequences to a whole new level.



"Surprise" and "Innocence" - the highlights of the second season before "Becoming", including Joss' reportedly favorite episode. No one tore hearts out the way Joss did, no one destroyed fairytales the way Joss did… no one but life. His destruction of Buffy and Angel added hundreds of new layers to the show and the characters and touched absolutely everything and everyone. It was too early in the show to know that although he tore them apart, he still believed in true love and he would not end this show without a promising future for them, but the impact of that blow was second to none. It changed Giles, Willow, Xander, and especially Buffy and Angel irrevocably, for the rest of their lives. It showed like nothing else that in real life love did not conquer all, that rather true love was one's worst enemy. It showed like nothing else why true love in the world of Buffy was true love in its rawest, most powerful and most destructive essence.



"Becoming" - the finale of the second season, the one that explores Angel's past as it gradually leads to his ultimate destruction as his true love, a 17 years old girl, knowingly sends him to eternity in hell and she does not have a choice. It was the episode that raised the bar on 'powerful' after in "Innocence" we had thought we'd seen it all. She told him she loved him, she kissed him, she asked him to close his eyes… and when she suddenly thrust the sword through him, the blade pierced every single one of us simultaneously. This episode tested the endurance and limits of love, friendship, loyalty, destiny, grief, family, life… it was a new embodiment of tragedy in all its aspects of destruction. "There's moments in your life that make you, that set the course of who you're gonna be... Bottom line is, even if you see them coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are."



"The Wish" - Buffy's version of the concept behind "It's A Wonderful Life" as we get to see what her world would have been like without her, except Joss' genius brings that concept to a whole new level where he takes a look not only at what would the world be like without Buffy and what the people that are closest to her would be like having never met her, but also what would Buffy be like, having never met them. Every single person is important, every single person is priceless, our part in this world touches and changes so many others, and in turn, they touch us. No man is an island, and this is one of the show's greatest lessons – we are all connected, we are nothing without the others around us, without our loves and friendships… we cannot exist. Not only is this new world slowly falling into decay, but this Buffy, who has never known the love of Angel, the friendship of Willow and Xander, the support of Giles and her mother is both powerless and unwilling to save it.



"Amends" - is in a sense, a follow up to "The Wish", in which Angel attempts to rid the world of himself, and not only does it explore the nature of potential suicide and its impact on the people one leaves behind, but it also raises the inevitable question – against all odds, against all hardships and trials, is there anything at all in this world worth fighting for, and how much inner strength does one need to prevail? And even more importantly, it explores the true nature of forgiveness, of compassion and of redemption, all things that had been touched upon once before in the second season return so much more powerful in "Amends". How does one deserve forgiveness and why, what must one do to earn it? Giles once said that "to forgive is an act of compassion, it's not done because people deserve it, it's done because they need it." But is it really that simple, however complicated it is, and what happens when one finds himself unworthy of forgiveness and cannot forgive himself?



"Earshot" - How many times do we wonder, if only we knew what they were thinking, if only we knew what they were saying about us, if only we knew what was in their hearts. Well, Buffy gets to know. For one day, she gets to see what the others are truly like inside, she gets a small glimpse of their thoughts and feelings, of their fears and insecurities. She gets an insight into the insecure Willow, into the sex-obsessed teenage boy that is Xander, into the ever-philosophing Oz, Cordelia's mind that as it turns out reflects exactly what her words are saying, and Angel, her true love, who is like a mirror and his are the only thoughts she can't read as all she has to do is ask. The understatement of this episode is that not everything is meant for our knowledge. We do not need to know everything, and sometimes what we need to do is back off. This knowledge is not a blessing, it is a curse; a curse that verges upon insanity. "Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they're too busy with their own," she tells Jonathan by the end of the episode. "The beautiful ones, the popular ones, the guys that pick on you. Everyone. If you could hear what they were feeling. The loneliness, the confusion. It looks quiet down there. It's not. It's deafening."



"I Will Remember You" - although not a strictly Buffy but an Angel episode, this one was the first crossover between the two, preceded by Buffy's "Pangs". No episode explored the true essence of the world's most powerful emotion – love – as this one did. This dream episode, one of Joss' most personal and that just so happens is reality in the Buffyverse, gives Buffy and Angel the chance they never had, gives them the opportunity to be a real human couple, making all the reasons to their separation no longer valid. Having realized what they have, their love defies all reason and they give in to passion, to living their dream, not even thinking of the consequences, until Angel realizes that his newfound humanity will be Buffy's downfall – he will not be able to protect her if he remains human. For her, he goes to the Oracles and makes a deal with them; he gives up his life as a human in return for more time for Buffy. They agree to erase the day from ever happening, but with a price. Not only does he lose the woman he loves, he alone will carry the memory of that day, and that burden will haunt him for the rest of his existence. He agrees, giving a whole new meaning to the concept of sacrifice for the person you love most. He tells Buffy the truth a few minutes before the day is due to be turned back, knowing she would not remember any of it anyway, and it would not be her burden to bear, her pain, however powerful, would not last. The scene of her holding on to him, crying that there is not enough time, while the clock is loudly ticking in the background was, I think, made to rip out the heart of the strongest of people. As the clock ticks away, every second is important…



"Hush" - Joss' creative genius in its finest hit us completely out of the blue in the middle of season 4. Although we should have been prepared for everything, a silent episode was not one of those things. This genius episode, completely unlike anything that has ever been done before, not only on Buffy, but on television as a whole, presents to us a world without sound. What would happen if we went to sleep one night, completely unsuspecting, and woke up the next morning, unable to speak, unable to make a sound? Apart from manipulating us psychologically into believing it could indeed happen, this episode explores what it would be like, knowing that we can speak, having words in our mind, but being unable to voice them. "Talking about communication," Prof. Walsh says in the beginning, "talking about language... not the same thing. It's about inspiration... Not the idea, but the moment before the idea when it blossoms in your mind and connects to everything. It's about the thoughts and experiences that we don't have a word for." But we have a word for everything, or so we think, how can we communicate when we are rendered speechless? We spend so long wishing for people to just shut up, and when they finally do… we realize we still have so much to say.



"Restless" - an episode seemingly completely out of context, the finale of the 4th season, in which we get to explore the dreams and innermost thoughts of Buffy and her friends. This is (and with very good reason) the episode that has the most papers and essays written about it, and so it is impossible to discus some of it without discussing all of it, but it's enough to say that the amount of riddles, hints and references that were included in this episode kept people awake for months after it was first aired. The episode is a mess of things that seem to have completely nothing in common with one another, much like the human mind, yet when you piece all those random pieces together, you discover an amazing harmony that makes us who we are. It brings the whispers of our subconscious onto the surface, raises the question of just how much do we really know about us, about who and what we are, where we were, where we are and where we're headed? "You think you know... what's to come... what you are. You haven't even begun."



"The Body" - otherwise known as the episode without the score, and the interesting thing is that throughout the entire episode, you don't realize there is no musical score in the background. It is one of Joss' most personal episodes as his own mother is the inspiration for Buffy finding Joyce's body. But Joyce died from cancer, or medical complications; it was not supernatural, it was not magical. Her mother's death was a demon Buffy couldn't fight. She thought she could fight anything, but she could not fight this. Her only true link to reality, her mother, the source of everything unrelated to her being the Slayer, is now gone, and there was nothing she could do. Overshadowed by the catatonic effects of grief, Buffy's own dealing is explored, as well as that of the people around her, and her own coming to grips with her death when she suddenly refers to her mother as 'the body'.



"The Gift" - the season 5 finale that opens with Buffy's life flashing before our eyes and we already know how it's going to end. It begins with the entrance of the most important people in her life into her life: Angel, Willow, Xander, Giles, and then we see these people left behind after her death. Three years ago, Buffy faced the same choice she is facing now, she had to sacrifice a person she loved to save the world, and three years ago she did. Three years ago, Angel's blood stood between the world and its destruction, and now it is her sister's blood. There is only one problem – she can't do it again. Killing Angel scarred her for life and no matter how many oaths she takes to protect the world, killing Dawn will not be another thing on her conscience, and so… she goes for the other option, and she jumps. But the worst part is that she does not jump for the world, she jumps for herself. Her act of suicide renders the world without a Slayer and her loved ones without Buffy and it is as selfish as it gets. So the question that rises is… how much can we take, how far can we go before we burst, do we have the right to give up? "I sacrificed Angel to save the world," she tells Giles, "and I loved him so much. But I knew... what was right. I don't have that any more. I don't understand. I don't know how to live in this world if these are the choices, if everything just gets stripped away. I don't see the point."



"Once More with Feeling" - one of the first of season 6, it was an episode like no other. A musical with original songs and music written by Joss and co. and set within the Buffy universe, this episode even received its own premiere with attended guests. Once again filled with undertones, riddles and a heaven for psychoanalysis, this episode combines tragedy with comedy when the cheerful songs turn to discuss matters of death and darkness. These songs express everyone's innermost feelings and when too much is let out, the people spontaneously combust, and no one is immune, not even vampires or demons. This episode forces repressed issues out into the open and sets up the stage for the darkest season on Buffy. It explores death, heaven, hell, friendships, betrayals, selfishness, desire and despair. This would be the season of death and self-destruction not only for Buffy, who came back from the dead after being ripped out of heaven by her friends and is now psychologically a walking corpse, but also for Willow, and for Xander. Giles will be gone, and for the first time these children, now adults, will have to stand alone. And they will make mistakes, they will fall more times than they will rise, they will drift apart and cause each other pain and suffering, and all that is to be is discussed in a few cheerful original song numbers. "Say you're happy now… Once more with feeling."



"Normal Again" - a more psychological than most Buffy episodes, it deals with psychology and state of mind upfront rather than between the lines, like others do. In this one, due to circumstances, Buffy has retreated into a world of her own and is trapped in her own mind, in which she is in an asylum, to which her parents committed her after she told them who she was. While her friends try to bring her out of her unusual state, she continues to live a whole different life in the world of her mind, in which she thinks the real life as we know it is the result of her insanity, and all she has to do to be free is to admit there are no vampires, no demons, no Slayers. But without realizing what is happening, soon the lines between what real and what's not become more and more blurry and we are no longer sure which world is real – the one with the insane Buffy or the one with our Buffy? Even Buffy doesn't know as she repeatedly tries to sabotage her friends' attempts to heal her even up to the point where she really believes getting rid of them will bring back her sanity. "What's more real? A sick girl in an institution... or some kind of supergirl Chosen to fight demons and save the world?" The key is Buffy's death – one of the Buffy's has to go, they cannot coexist. The two worlds only break apart when the insane Buffy finally admits she was wrong and peacefully dies, only then our Buffy is released from the power of her mind, but still we are left with the inevitable question… which world was the real one, which one was in her mind and which one was outside her mind? There is no answer.



"Lies My Parents Told Me" - this episode explores the incredibly delicate affect our parents have on our lives from any given angle. Focusing on Buffy, who explores her relationship with Giles, her Watcher, mentor and unofficial father who loves her more than anything but like many parents, makes mistakes; on Spike, who explores his relationship with his mother who loved him with all her heart whom he turned into a vampire over a 100 years ago to save her and then killed her when he realized that as a vampire, his mother was gone and a demon was now wearing her face; and on Robin, the son of a Slayer who put her Calling above him and was eventually killed by Spike. These three different people grow up in the shadow of different types of parenting, and each leaves their mark on them in different ways, each, in a way, molds them into the people they would become, for better or worse. It raises questions of parental love, devotion, selfishness and selflessness; how far will a child go for their parent and how far will a parent go for their child, and most importantly, it explores the illusion of parenting and the things we refuse to see. It explored the lies our parents told us.



"Chosen" - the series finale, the final of the finals, the end of them all. Possibly the most powerful episode in the series, "Chosen" challenges everything the show has done before and, carried on the most powerful musical score and backed up by a memorable speech that encompasses 7 years of self-realization, the series ends in a bang. Bringing us back to "Welcome to the Hellmouth", mirroring the pivotal scenes of back when it all began, the episode reminds us that it has been 7 years in the making. Angel returns and the love that is still alive after all these years gives Buffy renewed strength and a promise of a joint future, as after 7 years of struggle she also finally makes her peace with herself and her Calling. Buffy thwarted prophecies before, she escaped inevitable death more than once, but now she takes on the very source of the Slayer power and challenges it in battle against the source of all evil. And according to her, we have the choice, every single one of us, and all we have to choose is whether we are ready to be strong. If we choose to be strong, we can face anything. Everyone comes full circle in "Chosen" and there are no more questions, no more uncertainties, except one; the only one that haunts each and every one of us every day of our lives, the one that comes with having a choice – "What are we gonna do now?"



So many episodes, so many unforgettable moments, and so much has been written about them all that me doing it again really has no point. Many are probably wondering, why didn’t I include this and this episode in my list, and the answer is – if I really put them all in, I would have over a 100, so I had to somehow narrow it down, even if I wish I could have included more. This blog is a tribute to the show as a whole, mostly because I've been thinking about it so much lately that I thought it was about time. I haven't really addressed it in years, so that was another reason.



It lasted for 7 years before it took its final bow. Not long for a TV show, some would say, but just long enough for Buffy because it was the amount of time Joss needed to realize his vision, and he realized it to the fullest and to the best. As for the world of filmmaking, it set records people to this day are unsuccessfully trying to break. It changed the face of the English language to such extent that not only repeatedly quoted until today, the show left numerous marks on everyday speech and even reshaped the Oxford Dictionary. Even people who have never seen a single episode will probably say they were affected by it one way or another. How could you not be affected by a show that mixed Shakespeare with demonology?



I was 15 years old when Buffy first aired in my place, only a year younger than Buffy herself, and so I grew up with her side by side, and after my parents, her life was my strongest influence. Like many countless others, this show taught me so much about life, love, myself, and everything in between, and it played an enormous part in forging the person I have become, a part I will always be grateful for, and I know I'm not the only one. I have Buffy to thank for learning to channel my creativity into web design, which eventually became one of my greatest passions, got me a job and money for college. I have Buffy to thank for expressing myself in writing for others to see because before I was writing serious original fiction, I was first writing Buffy fiction. But mostly I have Buffy to thank for making me a stronger and better person, one that doesn't give up even when the world sucks beyond any given imagination and one that fights for the things worth fighting for and chases dreams against all odds. I have Buffy to thank for me.

Mood: Nostalgic
Listening to: The Sundays - Wild Horses

Posted on Tue, Oct 23 2007 @ 00:21
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The One With Vasari

Before I go any further, just so you know that this blog will make no sense whatsoever to anyone who is not interested in art history, so… look away unless you're that bored.




As you know, or don't know, at the moment I'm swamped with assignments and essays that are due pretty much any day now, and although I should probably be concentrating more on my psychology assignment about the Neuropsychological analysis of Alzheimer's Disease, I'm still working on my History of Art assignment, which is basically critical evaluation of writings made by other important art historians. To be perfectly honest, when I first got this assignment I thought it'd be shitlessly boring (more along the lines of – why do I need to read about what others are writing instead of doing the writing myself), but the more I got into it, the more my opinion changed. I have been studying History of Art for over 2 years now and I still purposefully avoided reading any "official" texts by the likes of Vasari; not only because I preferred other sources, but also because I knew he was rather fixed in his approach. The point is though that this assignment kind of left me no choice except finally confront Vasari, Winckelmann, Bellori ad others, and I'm ashamed to admit it opened my eyes.




For starters, attempting to critically evaluate the writings of these art historians is by far more interesting than I thought because, although somewhat biased and outdated, their approached are also very interesting, and more importantly, contributed a lot to reshaping my own approach to art history, especially as someone who plans to professionally write about the subject in the future. Even though I plan on making my thesis on a subject relating to Caravaggio or Bernini (and they, especially Winckelmann, repeatedly and unjustly in my opinion rejected both for, one way or another, destroying the notion of ideal beauty), some of the things they brought up in their texts could not be more reflective of my own opinions concerning art. Quite frankly, although I don't agree with them on their treatment of my two favorite artists, I can't deny that I feel rather good about my other opinions having found them backed up completely in essential art historical texts, the two most important ones being the importance of being an artist as well as an art historian and the concept of Vasari's Cycle, which basically indicated that art has been reborn as antiquity was resurrected in Rome, then reached its peak in high Renaissance and was doomed to deteriorate since then.




The first one is quite obvious, and I actually bear that in mind every time I take upon myself to evaluate and criticize art, and as it turns out, that silent requirement of an art historian has been set by the father of all art historians – Vasari himself. he was the student of Michelangelo, so one might think that is why he would insist that one must be an artist in order to really see and understand art, but on the other hand, Winckelmann was no student of any master and I certainly wasn't, nor was any of the others art historians that supported this notion, and yet they did. The fact of the matter is that a person cannot *see* art, he cannot *feel* art, he cannot submerge in the very essence of painting or sculpture, no matter how hard he would try, unless he himself is an artist. So many people are drawn to art because it's a "pretty picture" or a "pretty sculpture", and while they are perfectly entitled to form an opinion about either, and they usually have an opinion, this opinion lacks any basic artistic foundation for the same principle that states that one cannot be an artist unless one feels, breathes, sleeps, eats and lives art. So basically, this club remains rather restricted.




I suppose you could say it is a widespread notion among art historians who are artists that defines us as groundlessly self-absorbed bastards because we can see through a person straight away and tell whether they're an artist or not and whether his criticism of art should therefore be taken seriously, but it's not really that simple, and the reason it's not that simple is that in any historical or academic circle (that usually consists of non-artists), texts written by art historians who are also artists are regarded much higher than those written by non-artists. So it's not only that "we know what we're talking about while you don't", it's more along the lines of that you cannot understand the essence of creation unless you *live* for the sake of creating. Vasari did, Winckelmann did. They may have not agreed with many artists' approaches to art, but they understood that consuming drive and need to create, they understood the passion and fire poured into painting or sculpture, and for that reason they understood how to interpret it, how to see into the very essence of the work of art, and although hundreds of years separated them, they agreed on the notion that non-artists could never get it.




However much they think they have to say, all they see is a "pretty picture", a "pretty sculpture", doesn't matter how many words they choose to apply to it. It's either a part of your soul or it isn't, but it's not switchable on and off. You pour the same passion into creating art as you do into criticizing it. For that reason history has clearly shown that not anyone who decides to occasionally pick up art or occasionally get a taste for art or write a book can become an art historian, at least not one respected by his peers and fellow academics. Anyone who wants to become an art history teacher today, especially in college, must be an artist himself, otherwise his name will be moved to the very back of the list, if he is to be considered at all. As Vasari and Winckelmann both indicated, when people fill their lack of understanding of the soul of art with dry facts and figures, they are not supposed to be allowed anywhere near art, certainly not in influential positions. Everybody can memorize facts and figures, techniques and whatnot. That's not enough. As Vasari himself made clear in his book, this is what you need when you want to write an artistic resume to secure a wealthy patron, not when you want to critically evaluate art. A very good point.




The second notion, the gradual decay of art is also fundamentally important. To be perfectly frank, I think that if Vasari was alive today, he would think that art has died hundreds of years ago, and to be even more frank, I could not agree more. Modern art, if it can be called art, is not only art in its worst state of decay, but it's a shameful representation of the concept of art altogether. While Vasari and Winckelmann regarded the age of Leonardo, Michelangelo and Raphael as the peak of artistic achievement and saw only downfall in the future of art that was to follow, I doubt even they ever thought it would get that bad. The Renaissance, the rebirth of the ideal beauty of antiquity that was perfected by Michelangelo's passion, Raphael's tenderness and Leonardo's study, was indeed too good to last. Vasari died while artistic achievement was still in its highest, Winckelmann wrote at a time just before it began to severely deteriorate, and so they have never seen the introduction of the dreadfulness that is "modern art" onto the world, Vasari never got to see his Cycle make a full turn. I seriously wonder what he would have to say if he were alive today, whether a student of Michelangelo would be able to write his "Lives of the Artists" in the shadow of the artistic destruction and decay that was brought about by the "talent" of the 20th century in particular.

Mood: Curious
Listening to: Cibbo Matto - Sugar Water

Posted on Wed, Oct 17 2007 @ 03:55
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The One With Tiger-Pigs

Found these online and thought they were too sinfully adorable not to post. I think their mommy got a one-way ticket to Porkland and never came back, so like they often do with baby animals in captivity, they needed to find another female to nurse them, and the only one in the zoo that fit was this tigress (they're also dressed in tiger-print overalls to resemble tiger cubs). Sweet .




Mood: Sleepy
Listening to: Darling Violetta - "Angel" Theme

Posted on Tue, Oct 16 2007 @ 02:56
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The One With... Foxes!

Mood: Hungry
Listening to: Snow Patrol - Run

Posted on Thu, Oct 11 2007 @ 17:58
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