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Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Red Wine: Searching for the right bottle!

One of the benefits of now being 21 is that I can pursue the wine connoisseur within me...minus the fact i'm probably gonna be carded for the next 20 years bc I look like a 9 year old- i'm pumped!

So, being young and green to the world of red wine, I have made a promise to myself- one I believe will help me on my journey to discovering the perfect bottle years and years from now. The promise, which i'm sure will get increasingly harder to keep, is this: I’m going to try very, very hard to buy a different bottle of red wine every time I shop for a new bottle. Simple, good idea right? Who knows, maybe i'll condition my pallet, become more sensitive to the different tones and levels of flavor and acidity, and hopefully get buzzed along the way to help me bullshit my 'vast' knowledge on the subject...yess...

So far I’m doing alright: I have thus far generic yet enjoyable tasting Casillero del Diablo 2006, 2007, and a very smooth bottle of Robert Mondavi Private Selection 2004 Cabernet Sauvignon. Both Casilleros were great, but thus far Robert Mondavi has become my favorite- its deep and full but not harsh when it goes down. At least that's what she said.
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I looked up some information on Mondavi's Private Selection 2004, and found this great website called 10dollarwine.com- this is what they had to say about it (and in my limited knowledge and intoxicated state, I couldn't agree more):

General Impression:
This wine is something a bit different then most sub ten dollar domestic Cabernet Sauvignons. Not the typical crisp, fruity feel, it is much fuller bodied and honestly quite wonderful. Mondavi has really pulled off producing a value priced wine that tastes and feels more like some of the higher end Sauvignons that sell in the mid twenties and higher.

Flavors:
The flavors are a lot of tropical fruit notes which are characteristic of Central Coast Sauvignons with the toasty, creamy, buttery characters. There is also ripe pear, apple and peach and some butter cream, vanilla, honey and baked bread. That is a lot going on for nine dollars a bottle. The aromas are mostly of pear and oak. There is some great oak character in this wine but as only 20% of the wine is aged in oak it is not dominant like some more oaky chardonnays. It is a nice balance and a very full bodied rich chardonnay.

So thats it! A full bodied wine with a lot of flavor for under ten bucks! 10dollarwine.com...great reviews on wine bottles for under ten dollars, I'll be checking out their archive more often.

'AUSCHWITZ: True Tales from a Grotesque Land' By: Sara Nomberg-Przytyk Review

Ok so this is my first book review. I usually don't come around to reading alot, after all my generation is one brought up by the telivision not the library, however- this book was the focus of my holocaust literature class this semester- a class I am taking at Florida International University, and has proved to be a very raw and truthful account of the tragedies that took place within the concentration encampment at Auschwitz- first hand by survivor Sara Nomberg-Przytk. It's one of those books you can't put down- I recommend every one to pick it up but not just for that matter, but because its a part of our history that should never be forgotten- and hey, i'm neither Jewish nor German- i'm a human. So yea with out further a do:

The name of the game Auschwitz presented was a very real and a very blunt one: adapt or die. Even when prisoners applied the mentality that ‘work will make you free’, no one was ever safe at any given moment. The struggle to survive was an everyday reality for the prisoners, and understanding why subjecting them to such actions which took place within the Auschwitz encampment will be the focus of this essay.
First off, for the prisoners at Auschwitz, there was never much choice in the circumstance at hand. The newly arrived were immediately beaten and kicked mercilessly and endlessly. Not knowing how or where to hide they “made themselves absurd trying to defend their human dignity” (13). They, in consequence would torment themselves over the orders and commands that were unfamiliar to them, unable to comprehend the reason a human would act so viciously on another human with seemingly no motive. Understanding this knew and grotesque code within Auschwitz was a brutal and devastating battle for every Zugangi- “a word they used for new prisoners who did not know how to organize” (13). We could say that for every prisoner who entered the gates which read “Arbeit macht frei” , a very clear choice was presented to them none the less: live or die.
Finding the will and strength to live however, was not something easily acquired. Nomberg-Przytyk recalls a young girl of about fifteen who sat all day on her bed and cried. It was clear “she would not win the fight for life. She would perish for sure. Cruelty would squash her; she would not be able to resist it. She was not physically strong, and had no experience, no meanness, no selfishness” (18). Even Nomberg-Przytyk admits contemplating suicide as an answer, and had it not been for a few helping hands, her demise may have come premature. Still the struggle was a never ending one, and called to each prisoner consistently and unapologetically. Through mortification and merciless, uncalled for beatings, each prisoner was wrung, slowly rinsing away ounce by ounce every drop of hope. The system was indeed designed to do this by means of using violence, aggression, and starvation of every human condition- both physical and psychological. Nomberg-Przytyk’s depiction of when every new prisoner’s hair was shorn from their heads and bodies was one of the most insightful accounts depicted of the seemingly senseless, brutal logic implemented in Auschwitz, the type that went out of its way to torment prisoners. It wasn’t enough that the women were going to have their hair cut, but shorn, on top of making each one open their legs to have the body hair removed (in front of one another, as well as SS men) as well. She recalls, “Once again, we were sitting on the benches, naked, the hair on our heads, what was left of it, cut in layers, all of us hunched over from the cold…I did not recognize anybody…once upon a time each one of us was capable of awakening feelings of love and affection…each one of us had some value, her own world of intimate dreams and desires” (14). Dreams and desires were now focused in a different world, and if life was decided as the goal, then the following step was understanding how to survive and adapt in the brutal, and at many times senselessly brutal, environment.
This was not Sara Nomberg-Przytyk’s first visit to a concentration camp, as she states early and throughout the book. Being subjected to rationed amounts of food, having less than adequate clothing or shelter to sustain oneself during a vicious winter, were all tactics she understood designed to weaken and rob the individual of human dignity, of personality, in essence to detach one from himself/herself. However the code at Auschwitz, or rather the logic, went far beyond detaining the prisoners or robbing one of his own identity or freedoms. It was the idea of disconnecting ones heart and intellect from themselves, until they could no longer defend, so as to invoke despair, hopelessness, and total loss of the soul. It was torture beyond the physical realm, a system established with the intention to bring forth from the prisoners selfishness, meanness, among advocating other less admirable qualities. It was a logic which revolved around the idea of turning those who chose ‘life’ into a primitive form of living, thinking, and acting, a type of personality who would not question striking an old woman’s life down so as to secure her own. As Nomberg-Przytyk recalls, “All around me raged an animalistic struggle for existence, a battle for a little bit of watery soup, even for a little bit of water” (22). In short, for the prisoners it was survival of the fittest- ‘Step or be stepped on’.
Upon passing the gates at Auschwitz, Sara Nomberg-Przytyk (among other newly arrived prisoners) entered an encampment like none other she had experienced before, being subjected to a very different mentality and set of rules. It was the ‘survival of the fittest’ ideology, and for those who could not adapt to the environment, who were to weak to continue, an example was made from them as “Every morning the sztubowa pulled dead women out of the beds…stripped them naked…dragged them through the whole block, and heaved them into the mud” (22). The choice then became clear: lose yourself, as the rest of them have been lost and fight, or parish. Either apply the new ideology required to survive, or reject the logic and continue to struggle, possibly die. Once the realization was made, a decision soon needed to follow for every person who found themselves in Auschwitz.
Justifying the actions which took place within the Auschwitz concentration camp is heart wrenching. The struggle for life in such an environment reduces actions to primitive, instinctual ones. Hunt, or be hunted. Stay hungry, or lay back and be eaten. Although shameful, I do not indict the functionaries for compromising their morals and acting completely unethically: it was out of fear and defense of their own lives. There is no validation for the explicit absurdities depicted in Nomberg-Przytyk’s accounts other than the fact that these were women looking out for their own interests, in hope that they too might survive this awful place, even if it meant at the expense of the girl’s life next to her. In the end we can take all this with us, to serve as a testimony and account of what happens when people are subjected to an environment where ones life is in jeopardy- and the will to survive overcomes the will to preserve the foundation of ones principles.



Ok. I hope that was insightful! And again, if its sunday and you have nothing to do, take a trip to barnes and nobles and check this out


Auschwitz: True Tales from a Grotesque Land, by Sara Nomberg-Przytyk. Translated by Roslyn Hirsch. Edited by Eli Pfefferkorn and David H. Hirsch. Chapel Hill, NC and London: The University of North Carolina Press 1985, xii + 185 pp., ISBN 0-8078-4160-9.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Bella Review

My apologies to everyone who has been waiting for an update, its not that i haven't seen any movies lately...its that I have learned about myself something very important, that is: my fingers (in subconscious conjunction with my mind) refuse to write reviews on shitty ass films. Therefore, I have to wait until an inspiring, cohesive, and what I feel and consider to be a COMPLETE work of art so happens to string its reel across my pupils. Believe me, I really can't deal with critiquing bad art...it just turns into a nasty biker-style bashing. Theres cursing involved, brass knuckles, and nobody wants to see that, right? Right. Honestly though, you wouldn't want me to write a review of...i don't know... Triple X anyway, right? Reading about crappy movies like that will only ruin you're afternoon, give me a light headache, but worst of all, give people like Vin Diesel unnecessary attention. Trust me, the last thing America needs is a sequel to 'The Pacifier'.

Great, moving along now, everyone should know that Best Buy has these 'Summer Sizzler' DVD sales where every once in awhile you can pick up a great movie for 3.99! (I hate that I'm technically plugging corporate assholes like Best Buy but) It's cheap, it's great, and if you get lucky like me, you could end up with a movie like 'Bella' for 4 bucks!! Not that this movie is worth for bucks, granted, it's worth much much more, and if we're speaking in terms of substance and moral standing, I would go as far as saying priceless.

Every once in awhile you'll get this one asshole who says 'watch where you step buddy, these shoes are priceless' Or that douche bag who insists his 1978 FireBird is priceless (Don't get me wrong, nice car, but fuck off) Truthfully, for each person there are only a very select number of items few, far and in between with enough personal emotional connection to honestly rever as being so significantly important and dear to us- so much so- we could actually honor it with the title priceless. I can respect some of these items, maybe a wedding ring past down from generation to generation, or a photograph...but in reality these are all still material objects, air loom or not. The actual value of the object I would think is rooted deep within the fibers of the emotion attached to it, usually a promise, or simply a memory enveloping the latter and/or usually much much more. Priceless is then defined as invaluable, because it cannot be bought or sold, and although we eventually come to distinguish this ourselves, by our own perceptions and beliefs, there are still, fundamentally certain things that will always be priceless. Life. For instance, is priceless.

That is Bella in its abridged form. It is you and I, it is the gift of being born. We didn't ask for this, but here we are. Born into this time and space, like everybody else. It is my opinion man should never have the right to deny life, as well as take. We are born into nature as nature intended, and by nature we should leave- at our time, and in our space.

So that's the general moral of the story in Bella, however, life obviously is never as simple as we expect it to be. The greatest quote of the movie comes early in the film, and reverberates a profound message throughout the rest of the movie: "If you want to make God smile, tell him your plans". In life, as I'm sure any grandfather would be happy to sit down and tell you, there are too many curve balls. The road winds in directions and patterns we could have never possibly anticipated or imagined traveling or reaching, and in these highs and lows there is so much beauty to be captured, so much to learn about oneself and ones surroundings- how to care for one another, how to contribute to one another- but Bella assures us only through honesty and discernment can ones form develop and spread to create positive influences on one another.

This film received excellent recognition and won many awards including the People's Choice award at the Toronto Film Festival, two awards at the Heartland Film Festival, best picture from MovieGuide, and other awards around the country. I remember the big movie opening being here in Miami Beach, and I think it had something to do with either director Alejandro Monteverde or main character/actor Eduardo Verstegui living here. Both, who by the way did incredible jobs living up to the story told. I was especially impressed with the cinematography, and enjoyed the colors among camera angles used to express and invoke the emotions necessary to get Bella's message across to audience members. Excellent character progression aloud the viewer to develop side by side with actress Tammy Blanchard, as she struggles with a very human and identifiable concern. But I digress; I also remember a lot of catholic community supporters showing up for the event opening and advocating the watching of the film while it was in theatres. The movie actually doesn't play like a christian film, but you can't deny the underlying message and the values expressed.

This film was beautiful, and I implore you to speed over to Best Buy in hopes that they are still offering Bella as one of the sick little 'Sizzlin Summer Movies for Sale' marketing tools used to get people like you and I to eventually buy a bigger t.v. or synthetic cordless keyboard...cause you know, I totally needed one. Hey, at least they don't have Triple X as one of the DVD's for sale. (Believe me, it's not even worth 3.99)

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Mongol Review


After watching this movie I wanted to be Mongolian. Why you ask? Because apparently, not only is a Mongolian's blood thicker than molasses, but they are also the world's most manliest men. Even the women are stronger than most men. Mongolian children run around large fields and are capable of bringing down full grown elk with their bare hands. BAD. ASS.

Really though, this was a beautiful movie, with an incredible love story we often don't see or here a lot of now a days. If you are a feminist, your self centered overly opinionated vagina will not appreciate the beauty within the complicated relationship between Temudjin and Borte. This is a love story of pure, un-compromiseable, un-conditional love, so much so, it is almost perceived as a farce when compared to the modern day ways of viewing love and marriage.

Borte was portrayed as an incredible woman of character, whose actions, which at times were completely out of self sacrifice, portrayed someone who understood the bigger picture within a situation, who knew that if means met ends, than by all means do what needs to be done. Incredible Ideology from a people who lived in the 12th century. To think men lived by such a code can again be interpreted as a joke, given that today many men stand for nothing and fall for anything.

One of my favorite parts of the movie was when Temudjin chose his wife at the ripe age of 9, only to marry her in another 5 or 6 years. 9 years old people. 9. I was playing with pogs and watching "Are you afraid of the Dark?" at 9, not deciding who my life partner was gonna be for the rest of my existence. Still, there was an essence and understanding of 'certainty' between the un-concenting girl and her chooser. There was an unquestionable seed of 'security' in that the man was going to not only protect his woman, but provide to full capacity. And it was understood between the two they're own roles and mission- that this seed was inevitably destined to grow and flourish into a well nourished family. Instinctual. I mean, hey, it was gonna happen either way so you might as well just get it straight early, right? For me this was one of the most insightful and intriguing aspects of Mongolian culture/ tradition- no questions. No going back. No "pre-nups". No bullshit. You did what you did because it needed to be done. In this case, Its just you, me, and that dowry. Done. Where did we go wrong?


Throughout the film I kept thinking about how today's children are a bunch of (I'm gonna keep it g-rated here in case father McMorality is reading this and use the word) softies. In all my years I have never in my life heard of such a HARDcore childhood as this one. Temudjin puts Drew Barrymore and every other E-true Hollywood child-hood story ever documented to shame. Really, if it all went down as writer/ historian Arif Aliyev portrays it, then I think we need to stop being such (again, for father McMorals) softies and stop putting these kids on so many meds. Mongol taught me that a child can not only survive the occasional ass-whooping and heart wrench, but makes him a stronger man for the future.

This movie also deals heavily with a favorite theme of mine, that is, exile. Exile is an unnatural state of being, and as an audience member i felt sympathy for the main character as he wandered what seemed at times to be aimlessly through what was once his land but what had now become foreign to him. Genghis Khan's true purpose later becomes clear, when he decides to unite all Mongols and make what had become diluted and separate, united and thick once more.

Closing up, just wanted to mention that aesthetically the film is very well balanced and scenery wise, my god- breathe taking- Mongolia really is a magnificent country where one can appreciate and breathe in the full beauty of creation in every frame. Director Sergei Bodrov deserves recognition and more money to continue the cultivation of such works, especially for Mongol- a soon to be film classic- and an all around man movie.

p.s. this is a trilogy so try and stay alive until the next two come out. I now I'll be trying.

Dark Knight Review


The Dark Knight has officially surpassed Spiderman in the super hero genre and now holds the title for most money racked in within the first week- at an astonishing 155.34 million dollars- and is expected to exceed a gross of over 200 million next week...a well deserved lump of cash if you ask me- Dark Knight has proven to be the best super hero movie of this summer, beating out competitors like the Incredible guy and the Iron guy (I'm just kidding I can't downplay Iron Man... every morning I wake up, stare into the mirror, and am disappointed i didn't wake up as Tony Stark) with the help of one very memorable and incredibly bad ass role, of course, I speak of the genius that is the late Heath Ledger's Joker.

His part will undoubtedly bring forth a posthumous Academy Award nomination for best supporting role this year, but whether or not he should win is more up to personal opinion. Just because the guy died doesn't mean we are obligated to hand him the award, although the pressure in nominating him and than giving it to someone else is enough to just mail the Oscar to his daughter. In trying to preserve what is "p.c." and what is "seriously bro..." we might just be better off hoping that the role he played was a good one, but a forgettable one...right?

wrong.
It was superb. Jack Nicholson is in Heath Ledger's eternal shadow - this Joker goes down in history as the most psychotic, provocative, yet intelligent one- allowing the audience member insight and depth into the dark twisted nature of his actions, at the same time indicting and questioning our own character and ethics- not only individually but as a society. An example of how we are questioned as individuals would be when Batman refused to run over and kill the Joker, despite both the capability and justice within fulfilling such an action- and socially our ethics are put into question when neither boat explodes (if you haven't seen the movie you won't know what referencing). Not to mention, I felt like the Joker's actions and character were constantly asking me to compromise on my convictions, to "laugh with him or at him", to, not take things "so seriously". So many times I caught audience members around me laughing or cheering for the bad guy, maybe they had forgotten which side they were supposed to be on, or maybe it was a conscious decision. In any case, Christopher Nolan created such a beautiful experience for the viewer, a very transient and at times vicarious stream of actions- at times it was good to be bad, and vice versa.

I heard a friend say she thought there was a strong republican under tone behind the entire movie. I can't blame her for thinking so, after all, the traditional American Super Hero is a good old fashioned conservative good guy. He wholesomely wins in the end and everyone cheers after eating their vegetables. He's not a bad guy. And bad guys don't win. Antiheroes need not apply. 

I watched Dark Knight opening night, along with 2,000 other people at Sunset Place Miami Florida. I was moved by how many batman lovers there actually were in the South Miami area- it was impressive. You had your normal batch of batman/ Joker t-shirt wearing kids who were just out to have a good time and watch a good action movie. No harm in that. Slowly but surely things got weirder, and from the shadows and caves of Miami came forth the dungeons and dragons crowd... sporting mother's smeared lipstick ear to ear. Grown men wearing home made capes. Flapping them around the theatre lobby. I was afraid. Not that I'd be injured, but that I might have to injure one of them if they tried to role play with me. I never understood how a grown man could be allowed to dress up on any day of the year that wasn't Halloween. The best was this one kid sitting 4 rows back in my theatre, who was decked out in what must have been a 3,000 dollar batman getty up, complete with leather jockstrap from only the finest of fine cow hides. Impressive. I'm not sure of the precise moment when this kid's nuts must have fused with his hot leathery pants. It must have been somewhere between the car ride over to the theatre, within the proceeding 6 hours of waiting for the previews and movie to begin, during the 2.5 hour film, or maybe during the traffic jam from hell in the parking garage after the movie... where 2,500 people were planning on leaving at the exact same time. Either way, good movie. Worth it.

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