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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

I am Smitten






Behold: the Smitten.

I stumbled across this lovely picture and thought, what is this? It's exactly what it appears to be--a double-handed mitten. Why would one want a double-handed mitten? Because many have extra hands they'd prefer to hold inside the glove rather than outside.

First I thought, This is madness.
Then I thought, This is loveliness.
Finally I thought, This is genius.


After frequent episodes of searching with Mal through countless Youtube videos for "Top Ten Movie Kisses," we often conclude our day thinking something along the lines of, "Is this real? Is this attainable? Is this what I'm going to get?"

And The Biz will answer you with a bold-faced "YES."

However, let us look at the logistics. The passion, the ridiculous circumstances, the misunderstandings, the quirky friends, the high-paying jobs. Fiction. All of it. Something to make us do rash things and then cry about our stupid choices while watching the newest chickflick. Nicholas Sparks, don't even get me started.

Do I have a point? Sort of. Much of my self sought after the thrill of it all and very much intoxicated myself with notions of wonderful soundtracks playing all the live long day when I finally meet him. Of course, I've been in love. Sunshine and daisies, surely. But our feet must stay planted. Our minds must stay intelligent. Our hearts must stay within the confines of our ribs because when it leaves the shield of bones, it has no protection and eventually stops.

So as I see the Smitten, I am reminded of the wonderful titillations that gently prick us when we fall. It is a romantic idea. It is also ridiculous and keeps this ridiculousness in mind, using that as an advertising strategy, like the Snuggie. So I think to myself, "Self, I would like you to fall in love. But I would like you to catch yourself before you get in a mess of things."

Whitney Call in 2007 was a lovesick dear with pure intentions and a very soft heart. She was looking for Mr. Wonderful.

Whitney Call in 2008 was a lovesick gal with hasty intentions and an eager heart. She was hunting for Mr. Wonderful.

Whitney Call in 2009 was a lovesick lady with surprising intentions and an achy heart. She was frustrated with Mr. Wonderful.

Whitney Call in 2010 is a loving woman with calm intentions and a strong heart. She is leaving a forwarding address for Mr. Wonderful. He can catch her when he's ready.

This may not make much sense. But I'm excited that I'm not of my old ways. Oh, I still get excited, but I have not looked at wedding pictures in months. I don't know what I want my colors to be. I try to have fun with several guys at a time. And I'm going to Disneyland. (:

Smitten--may you whisk away many young lovers on an exciting adventure without doping them with the pervasive fictional garbage we're smothered with on a daily basis.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Three down, one more to go...



Unrelated note: Cecil is my homeboy.



We come to the close of another school year. I have loved this semester. It has filled me with so many uneasily-answered questions. My favorite part of this semester has been my Shoah class. I have probably seemed to be quite the Debbie Downer among my friends when I bring up random Nazi facts in everyday conversation. But the truth is that this was such a terrible moment in humanity, how can we afford to rob it of the attention it deserves.

Another wonderful aspect of this class is my teacher, Ilona Klein.

(Picture taken by Cate Williams)

Many of you have probably seen her on the video I constructed for my mom's 50th birthday. She is an absolute hoot. An Italian professor who survives as the only member left of her paternal family as her grandmother was gassed in the concentration camps, she takes everything with passion and vigor and regards life as something so very precious. Shouldn't we all be like that? My favorite motto I've taken from her is that you only live once. You might as well live with a little bit of oomph!

Well, she closed our final exam for this class with a question: Where do you go from here?

That is a heavy-handed question. Where do I go from here? During the semester while I was taking this class, it was hard to sympathize with myself when I was undergoing any hardships because I merely had to look at my stack of homework and remember that there are many who have had it infinitely worse than me. But spiritually I have dabbled in the gracious idea that while these experiences scrape at the bottom of the barrel of human mortality, every individual’s interactions are important. Every person’s pain is paramount. Every human’s heartache is historic. We experience these times in our lives not so that we can compare with one another’s epic tales, but so that we can further the progression of humanity to a place where one will not need to feel pain again.

Incited in me is an appreciation of passion. Passion fuels the important actions of this world and allows other humans to experience the better life. This class has taught me a sense of moral duty we are all endowed with on this earth as fellow human beings. We have a responsibility to look out for each other. When witnessing another struggling, how can we idly sit back and list all of the reasons why we are powerless? We are only powerless in our lack of commitment and our lack of passion.

This class has shown me the ugliest sides of humanity. To know that these atrocities continue today, how can I not extend my hands? After seeing the effects of indifference in the lives of 13 million voices lost, I cannot help but use whatever tools I’ve been given to promote life for all. Life the way it is intended to be lived.

It seems overwhelming, but I think we owe it to our fellow humans to look at the world, take one issue we are really passionate about--on a local level, national, familial, etc.--and work at it with all of our might to make it better. How awesome would the world be if every person did that?


Ah, who knew that studying so much death would teach me so much about life?