A Monster Calls

 I don't use this word often when it comes to books.  But this time, there is no other word that works.  It is Breathtaking.

Did that help? :)

Ok so why should you read this book.  It's YA, more like JF fantasy.  It was written by Patrick Ness.  BUT the idea was gifted, bequeathed to Ness from Siobhan Dowd - a writer in her own right - before she died of breast cancer.  It is sparsely written, beautifully illustrated (though I read the version without illustrations as my kindle doesn't do illustrations really.   it's one of the older ones.)   I read it in all one sitting, which I think you kind of need to because it is so sparse, and it is so impactful.  To read it in portions I think would be like interrupting a symphony in random places.  To fully appreciate it, to take it all in, I think you have to read it in one sitting.  (I'm sure you don't have to, but I can't imagine breaking this up.)

Reading this book was like watching someone come into their own.  Like watching some one come into the same levels of reputation (for lack of a better term) as Gaiman, or Bradbury, or Pratchett.  He's not the same.  But he will fill in nicely at the table.   some might say the torch is being passed.  I'd say rather that it's someone lighting their own torch from another's, or bringing their own torch to light the way as well.   I think i may have a new favorite author to add to my list if all of his works are like this.

This is one book I truly hope they do not make a movie of, because there is no way they cannot muck it up.  (Of course there's already talk about a movie in 2016... but I hope that is only rumor.  It is too perfect on the page to put on screen.)

It is not what you think it is.  This is not horror.  There is no dystopian hunger games.  There is no one coming to rescue Conor (the main character, all of like twelve years old) and take him away to wizard school.  This is a book about stories.

  His parents are divorced.  He and his mom live in Ireland.  His dad moved to America.  Conor's mom has cancer and isn't getting better.    Then his grandmother is called to come help, and Conor can't stand his gran.

  But that is not where we begin.  We begin when the  yew tree in the field comes rushing up to conor's bedroom window, roars at him through the window, tears the wall off, and promises that he will come again.  And all Conor says is, "Is that all you've got?"  "Are you not terrified?"  "I've seen worse."   When Conor wakes up in the morning, house is put back together, and there is no clue as to the monster who came to call.  Except the leaves on the floor.

That is how we begin, and I don't want to say anymore.  But it is truly breathtakingly beautiful.  it is nourishing.  It is beautiful.  This book is art.  It is spellbinding.  And you absolutely must read it.

chickpea picatta from the post punk kitchen

thi is more for my own reference. but here you go anyway.
i have no clue what a piccatta is. i just know that this tasted really good. my husband even tooksoemf or lunch today :) for meat eaters it's easily adapted. make this and have them make whatever meat they like and they can stir it in their bowl.

this is copy and pasted directly from the post punk kitchen.com (www.theppk.com) copy and pasting commences below.


Picatta is like an instant fancy dinner. One second you’re just sitting there, all normal like, but the instant that first forkful of lemony wine bliss touches your tongue you’re transported to candlelight and tablecloths, even if you’re sitting in front of the TV watching Dancing With The Stars. This version is made with chickpeas which make it superfast, and it’s served over arugula for some green. I know lots of people are accustomed to picatta with pasta, and that is the Italian tradition, but my first picatta was as a vegan and we vegans loved our mashed potatoes, so that is what I suggest serving it with. If you’d like to bulk it up even further, try a grilled or roasted portobello. Nutritional info is listed down below.

1 teaspoon olive oil
1 scant cup thinly sliced shallots
6 cloves garlic, thinly sliced
2 tablespoons breadcrumbs
2 cups vegetable broth
1/3 cup dry white wine
A few dashes fresh black pepper
Generous pinch of dried thyme
1 16 oz can chickpeas, drained and rinsed
1/4 cup capers with a little brine
3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
4 cups arugula

Cooking spray

Preheat a large heavy bottomed pan over medium. Saute the shallots and garlic for about 5 minutes, until golden. Add the breadcrumbs and toast them by stirring constantly for about 2 minutes. They should turn a few shades darker.

Add the vegetable broth and wine, salt, black pepper and thyme. Turn up heat and bring to a rolling boil and let the sauce reduce by 1/2, it should take about 7 minutes.

Add the chickpeas and capers to heat through, about 3 minutes. Add the lemon and turn off the heat.

If serving with mashed potatoes, place the arugula in a wide bowl. Place mashed potatoes on top, and ladle picatta over the potatoes. The arugula will wilt and it will be lovely. If you are serving solo, just pour right over the arugula.

Servings per recipe-4
Calories-190
Cal from fat-30
Total fat-3.5g
Saturated fat-0g
Trans fat-0g
Fiber-5g
Protein-9g
Cholesterol- 0mg
Niacin-730mg
Vitamin A-20%
Vitamin C-25%
Calcium-10%

my days are slower that I am not teaching this semester. my best friend said there is a peace in my letters to her. i feel it too.

So full of discoveries are the days. Little ones, and big ones alike.

Music.

Some of you may or may not know that music is integral to my life. My Ipod is always going, or my computer's music library is reovlving and slowly burning out my speakers. I sang for years in choirs, choruses, and musicals. I was even recorded on a good friend's musical rough draft. (Somewhere if you dig deep enough in the versions and incarnations of his work, you'll find my voice in the background.) I actually began my college studies as a music major, intending to go onto being a conductor.
This didn't happen, and I switched to English (after having the professor who I swore took the elevator to work each day. When I graduated, I thanked him for being so hard on me, and setting me on my true path.)

Music is a balm like no other for me. Both times when I have gotten the news of a family member's death away from home, instead of running away and screaming, or drinking myself into oblivion (keeping in mind, I don't drink) I blared the music in my car, as loud as it would go. While others blare out hip hop or rap, my stereo is blaring out (until the windows rattle slightly) Copeland, Bach, Gershwin and Mozart.

When I think of key points in my life, it is book marked and cross referenced by Music. Perhaps I will go into that at a later time, more specifically in another entry.

So when I found out I was pregnant with our little one (who is now three yrs old) music was a major part of her time too. Still is.

But we don't do kids music. If I have to listen to it, it's not going to drive me crazy. So she has gotten to have a very ecelectic (at least I think so) taste in music.

She loves the Killers.



She loves Neon Trees


She loves Swing


James


yonder mountain string band


Kt Tunstall


ray lamontagne



STOMP


Drums



Whale Songs



her newest discovery is Elizabeth Mitchell

the song that we love is called winter's come and gone and i cant find it on youtube by her..

also loving renee and jeremy

swift delicious bean salad recipe.

This title is accurate. Honestly, i wasn't hopeful when i looked atthe recipe, and even some of the the making process. but i tried and i LOVE IT. absolutely a keeper.
from pg 148 of The Essential Vegetarian Cookbook by Diana Shaw

i am posting this for my own memory and to share the joy.

1 1/2 T extra virgin olive oil
1 garlic clove (i minced mine)
2 T minced fresh basil
1/4 c fresh parsley
1 large ripe tomato chopped but not peeled
1 tsp capers
2 tsp balasmic vingear
2 cups cooked chickpeas
salt and pepper tot aste

(my alterations - 1 can of chickpeas/garbanzo beans in place of the 2 cups. instead of the parsely and basil, i just put in a good couple pinches of dry italian seasoning. instead of the fresh tomato, i used 1 can of diced tomatoes no salt added. drained all canned ingredients before use.)

heat oil in a skillet over medium high heat. when it's hot,a dd the garlic. turn the heat down to medium low,a nd swish the garlic through the oil. add parsely, basil, tomato and capers and stir untilt he tomatos begin to break apart. add the balasmic vinegar. stir well and thent urn off from heat.
place beans in another serving bowl. add tomato mixture over top of it, mix it in. season with salt and pepper. serve at room tempterature.

LOVELY.

i added feta cheese to it, because, well i add feta to everything if i have it on hand. just a good sprinkle.

this was absolutely delicious. super easy to make. and very healthy. 189 calories. 7.7 g of protein. 7.3 grams fat.

Snobby Joes (meatless Sloppy Joes) from the Post Punk Kitchen.com

This is not my recipe. But i made it and loved it. I served it with a little bit of shredded cheese on top of the mixture. Lovely. good the next day too.

copy and pasted from www.theppk.com

Snobby Joes

Everyone loves Sloppy Joes! This version thinks its better than everyone because it contains so meat. And there’s no soy, either. Lentils are the perfect texture for vegetarian sloppy Joes.

1 cup uncooked green lentils
4 cups water
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 medium yellow onion, diced small
1 green pepper, diced small
2 cloves garlic, minced
3 Tablespoons chili powder
2 teaspoons oregano
1 teaspoon salt
8 oz can tomato sauce
1/4 cup tomato paste
3 tablespoons maple syrup
1 tablespoon yellow mustard

4 to 6 kaiser rolls or sesame buns (optional – for serving)

Put the lentils in a small sauce pot and pour in 4 cups water. Cover and bring to a boil. Once boiling, lower heat and simmer for about 20 minutes, until lentils are soft. Drain and set aside.

About 10 minutes before the lentils are done boiling, preheat a medium soup pot over medium heat. Saute the onion and pepper in the oil for about 7 minutes, until softened. Add the garlic and saute a minute more. Add the cooked lentils, the chili powder, oregano and salt and mix. Add the tomato sauce and tomato paste. Cook for about 10 minutes.

Add the maple syrup and mustard and heat through.Turn the heat off and let sit for about 10 minutes, so that the flavors can meld, or go ahead and eat immediately if you can’t wait.

a change in life for life - or at least i hope so.

"It's easy quitting smoking. I've done it hundreds of times." Mark Twain.


I have been down this road before. A few of your who have read my blogs before or my livejournal will recognize the landmarks. That's why I connect with the above quote by Twain (even though I don't necessarily conenct with him a whole lot).

I'm going back to vegetarianism. I'm even feeling a strong leaning to veganism. I'm crazy aren't i?

So how come? I'm spoiled. I'll just say it. I have it pretty good. I can trace the route of my meat - chicken, beef, and pork/ham/bacon - pretty easily. I look out my front door. The baby and I go and feed the chickens. Then we walk up and take the cows some apples and scratch their noses. The pig I never met. Our friend raised our hogs if we babysat her crazy cow for a summer. Apparently she named one of them Truffle.

I recognize that this makes me very unusual in most cooking situations. Most people can't do this. I even have gone to the store and bought commerical chicken, ground turkey, or some fish.

When 99% of the meat in this country comes from factory farms, (http://www.farmforward.com/farming-forward/factory-farming) and I am one of the 1% to get my food this way or to have access to this kind of food so easily, why would I change?

It came from a talk with my doctor.

I was in for my annual gyno. appointment. I have a truly remarkable OBGYN. Love him. He's just a great guy, great doctor. Everyt ime I have an appointment, I bring him something. How weird is that? Most women hate their gynos. While I don't particualrly enjoy the whole stirrup situation, I know that he is there to keep me healthy. And considering on our first meeting he confirmed our pregnancy, I've got a soft spot for him.

Let's back up a bit.

My paternal grandmother (Esther) died of ovarian cancer.
My paternal great grandmother (Esther's Mother) died of ovarian cancer.
My paternal great aunt (Esther's half sister Helen) had breast cancer. It did not kill her, but she did lose a breast over it.
My paternal aunt (my father's sister, Gilda) had uterine cancer. Did not kill her. They found it and were able to get things taken care of. It was a small spot, so that they found it was pretty amazing.

That's three generations of women, every woman that reached maturity, for three generations has had some form of reproductive cancer. And it's killed half of them.

So I have grown upw ith this cloud over my head, watching, waiting, being very aware of what is most likely in my genes. I have not been tested genetically for the Breast Cancer gene. I don't want to be. (besides some insurance companies if they find out, won't cover you, though that might be changing.)

I just assumed that it's likely there.

For those of you who don't know, ovarian cancer doesn't usually show itself until it's too late. The symptoms are easily misdiagnosed, or ignored, of symptoms show up at all.

So there's this big shadow following me around, and I want to do all I can to prevent it from reaching me.

Every time we meet, we talk about if there's been any improvements in detecting ovarian cancers, or breast cancers, any new developments to keep an eye out for. (There's a protein test or a blood test that's in the works, that is coming out on the horizon yet, but that isn't out yet. It was effective, but for whatever reason, it wasn't approved. Soon..)

In speaking to my OBGYN, I aasked does a vegetarian diet help prevent cancer. With no hesitation he said yes. Absolutely. diets that are low in fat have been shown to cut the cancer risk. Vegetarian diets tend to be very low in fat.

Then I asked abother question. Is it factory farmed meat, or is it just meat?

That one stumped him. We don't know, he said. I wish we did. But if you look at 5 oz of boneless skinless chicken breast vs 5 oz of venison, the venison wins hands down for being leaner, because you think about what the deer eats. It eats berries, grass, leaves etc....

I left that appointment, leaning towards what I had been leaning towards before, about going back to vegetarianism. Not about being nice to animals and all of that. But it's literally for my health. And like I exercise every day, (almost every day) and I treat that as a prescription, I'm treating this like a prescription too.

The last time I went, was when my uncle died. He had cancer and it went from diagnosis to death in six weeks. I was veggie for almost a full year then.
But I wasn't clear on my reasoning. I was thinking, well it's the factory farmed meat. If it' our own meat then fine. I began to make compromises.

That's why it was so important to ask about factory farmed meat vs family farmed meat (which is so hard to find by the way. but if you want some, call us..)

When my dr didn't know, i said to myself then I'm not going to risk it. Meat is meat.

So I have begun down the path again. I have eliminated meat entirely from my diet. I am also avoiding soy at all costs because of the effect it has on upping estrogen, which can then lead to you guessed it, breast cancer.

I went to my favorite store in the world The Everything Natural Store in Clark Summit. (If you're in the area you have to go.) and did some talking to the lovely ladies there who told me it's totally doable to be a veggie without soy. "You just nee to make sure you're getting your protein. So eat an egg a day. eat yogurt, or cheese. get some nuts in you, some vegetables like the dark leafy veggies and you're good to go."

I posted on a great vegan forum and asked them hwo to go vegan without soy, and about vegan pregnancies. (WE ARE NOT PREGNANT.) And got some amazing feedback that all came back to saying yes you can do this. totally. And you can do it on the cheap.

Last time it was also a situation of some strife between my husband and I. He's a meat eater. I explained to him more why I was going this route. That I didn't expect him to do it with me. I wasn't going to make him do it, or to make our daughter do it. I will let her make her decision. If she chooses to go this route, then I wills upport her. If she chooses to be an omnivore, we're goin to be careful about where we get our food (ie eggs, milk, meat etc) and as long as we are, then I"m fine with it. She already prefers vegetables to almost anything else. This past week, she has eaten three helpings of vegetabels at dinner for three nights running. she eats whole carrots every day. Apples. she asks for fruit and veg before she asks for candy.

I think this time, it's going to be go better. I'm still alright about cooking meat for them as long as it is good safe meat. I'm ok with making meat dishes and having some spots left untouched or taken out before meat's added, or served on the side.

It's been a little over a week since this happened. I think from time to time i'll post some of the recipes i'm using to share with anyone who wants them.
Deborah Madison's cookbooks have been invaluable, as has been the website the ppk.com The Post Punk Kitchen which is a fantastic vegan recipe galore website.

I haven't lacked for taste yet.

Last night was vegetarian sloppy joes (called snobby joes on theppk.com) and home made onion rings (also on theppk.com)
One of the first things I cooked was what boils down to a potato lasagna. Awesome. Amazing.

tonight, i'm not sure what it will be. But it will be good. Even the boy has liked what I've cooked vegetarian and all.

I have two Jamie Oliver cookbooks that aren't veggie at all but are easily adapted and lovely. I'm eyeing up a couple other cookbooks right now. But yay for my local library that carries a great collection of cookbooks that you can check out so you don't have to buy sigh unseen. Here's to the Library!

I have also finished reading a fanstastic book called Eating Animals by Joathan Safran Foer. It's about his journey towards vegetarianism, but also his really in depth research into food, and the farm industries, and all of that. I was horrified. It's not a preachy book. There's no condemnation of omnivores, or saying you have to become a vegetarian by the end of the book. It just lifts the veil with some great research, and takes Pollan's Omnivores Dilemma step further. It looks into the ethical element of animal treatment in food production. This was another major push in my decision.

Another element I ran into when I was a vegetarian ages ago (I think the first time) was the religious standpoint. I'm LDS. Being LDS I follow the health code commonly referred to as the Word of Wisdom as found in the 89th section of the Doctrine and covnenants. (It's additional scripture....) It's this chapter and health code that says we shouldn't drink tea, or alcohol, and tobacco isn't good for the body but an herb to be used with skill for thealing of sick cattle. Really. That's what it says.

It also says something meat in there. That it should be eaten sparingly.

My parents were not thrilled with my decision to be a vegetarian when I first went and often threw the Word of Wisdom card on the table, implying that I was being sinful and not obeying the modern day revelations. This eventually led to my ending being a vegetarian in the first instance. When I began to revisit the idea, I called a family friend of ours who is LDS, and is a vegetarian, AND someone my parents love and admire and respect....

I recently found this article. http://newsnet.byu.edu/story.cfm/68442

A vegetarian group at BYU... and they also answer the question about DC 89.
It beautifull anwered the question. It brought upt he point of having dominion over the earth and the animals. But there is also somethign to be said about exercising unrighteous dominion over them as well.....

I find myself almost toying with the idea of being a vegan. But that's a whole other ball of wax and by no means something I'm ready for. Baby steps.

Recipes to follow.

Here's to health. Here's to life.

Why I can't stand Twilight.

I am one of the few people I know of that absolutely detests Twilight and the whole Twilight soap opera.
Which is totally weird for two reasons:
1. because I'm very into the paranormal, vampires, ghosts, goblins, etc etc.
2. I can see the potential of the story.

So why do I hate it?
Let's back up a bit.

When I first heard about Twilight, and the midnight release parties for the books, it was on the tail end of the Harry Potter dynasty. So I was a little preoccupied. (No I did not go to a midnight release party for the book. I did not dress up in costume for any event in Harry Potter regalia, though I do own the Charmed KNits book which has quite a few great knitting patterns to copy the thigns we see int he films, for the most part, up until the fourth film.)
But i had purchased the last book via pre-iorder which I never do.
Like I said, I was a little preoccupied and invested.

The great thing though about teaching freshmen girls, and sometimes high school girls, is they have allthe dirt on EVERYTHING. Gossip travels fast, but in the electronis age, divide it by the age of the user, and the lower the age, the faster it moves.
So I asked my female students, what's this whole Twilight thing.... Why is it so amazing?

The girls gushed as teenage girls do and made me swear to read the books.
I was already intrigued. I knew vampires, and I knew that could be cool.

I will say that I made an attempt. My husband borrowed the first book from a co worker of his. And by the end of the first couple chapters, I was ready to wring Bella Swan's whiney little throat.

So why the hate?

1. Firstly the writing is insulting. People are hailing thsi author as being amazing, as being wonderful. But really folks, if you can read, and have read any sort of literature, good literature, you can tell, that Meyer's can't write to save her life. She's mediocre at best.

Even Stephen King says so. So says the article on Msnbc.com from Feb. 3, 2009. the direct quote being:

“Both Rowling and Meyer, they’re speaking directly to young people… The real difference is that Jo Rowling is a terrific writer and Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good.”




You have no idea how it was to hear that statement, or to read that stamenet since Stephen King is not in my Rolodex, or in my cell phone contacts, nor in my literary harem, as much as I would love him to be.

Someone else agreed with me that Meyer couldn't write!!! Hallelujah.

So why else do I hate Twilight?

Because Bella is needs to learn that stalkers aren't sexy. A guy coming into your bedroom to watch you sleep, while in teenage angst mind which we need to remember is completely out of whack, may appear devoted or attractive, but really it just seems a little bit obsessive and rapey. Really. Not all that cool.

Because Bella needs to learn that she shouldn't define her worth by the guy she is with.

And Because Bella needs to stop acting like spoiled whiney brat. Please.

She is not someone I want my daughter emulating. At all.

It's sad. I have tried gto read the books. I can't stand them. I can't bring myself to do it. I have actually watch and own the first film. I watch the first film when I feel the need some all out sugar fluff, that involves absolutely no brains, attention, or anything. And even then, I'm still reminded each time, of how much I don't like the book, and of how good it could have been. The whole thing is about regret. The possibility is there. but it got fouled up.

I watched the second one and it just left me yelling at the screen. I needed a good chaser of the Brothers Bloom to save my mind and faith in film.

go google What Twilight TEaches Young Girls - feminism doesn't sparkle...

I laugh when I heard that Meyer was being questioned for plagiarism. Of course it didn't go through because the article says that new Moon was put on hold until the issue was resolved. Well the film went through so we can assume that the issue was resolved.



Part of me wants to go and write an anti twilight. something that really picks up what could have happened, how amazing the storyc ould have been. But then, really... I just think, i have too much else to do. Maybe on a side project.



http://shinga.deviantart.com/art/Head-Trip-Twilight-Sucks-85504254

http://www.cafepress.com/+anti-twilight+t-shirts

The top ten children's movies that scarred us for life

To be completely honest and fair, I did not write this. My sister found it and passed it on to me. And i havent been able to stop laughing. So i am sharing it here.

http://www.cracked.com/article_15070_10-best-animated-movies-traumatizing-kids.html

gone but not forgotten

every season there are the slaughtered tv shows, the ones who didn't make it. cut off quickly in one fell swoop of the cancelling axe, left bloody and gasping. others are allowed to finish out their seasons but with no one watching, like ageing starlets who still recite their lines to empty bedroom, remembering the theatres they used to fill.

i have a tendency to love those shows, at least some of them.


pushing daisies


caprica


kings


if the world made sense everyone would know these shows.


my husband and i just finished watching Kings - the complete season/series, and were once again blown away by just how good this show was.


for the uninitiated, it's loosely based on the book of Kings and saul and david.


really.


so to take a biblical theme that is at times semi obvious and to do it so well, and make it appealing and riveting for everyone was amazing.


king silas benjamin played by ian mcshane is nothing less than spectacular as he plays the games of court, the hidden brutality...


so here is where we begun: david shepherd (like i said not always subtle) is a soldier in war against the neighboring country of Gath. He pulls off a daring rescue mission against Gath's prized war machines the Goliath tank. david rescues two prisoners of war, and prepares for a court martial as he disobeyed direct orders in acting alone. to add to the miracle of it all, one of the prisoners turns out to be King Silas's son, Prince Jack Benjamin.


David is thrust into the world of the court , the intricacies and espionage. He becomes Silas's golden child, his public image miracle. He also falls for the Princess, Princess Michelle.


political intrigue, power, descents into madness, good vs bad... just such an awesome show.


this isn't fast. its well written, amazingly acted. full of mythology and blurred lines of reality and and madness.


Kings is amazing.



and add to the roster an incredibly creepy Macaulay Caulkin who just makes your skin crawl....



Pushing Daisies



Yes a show about a pie maker who wakes the dead, aids a private investigator, and collects the reward. And who then awakens his childhood sweetehart but can never touch her again. Along with Olive the just gorgeous Kristen Chenoweth as the waitress at the Pie Hole who has had a long standing crush on Ned (said Pie Marker) and the two spinster aunts who are retired synchronized swimmers - the Darling Mermaid Darlings - with social anxiety disorders to match. Chi McBride (Boston Public) is the knitting private detective with a penchant for pop up books. And I feel awful but I forget who plays Chuck. A lot of familiar faces make guest appearances - Paul Reubens (Pee Wee Herman), Joel McHale who I will always love because of the Sopoup regardless what he does on Community; David Arquette... Just such fun...




And along with such a funny quirky storyline, and whimsy, you have characters who break out into song, but in beautiful sweet ways - not Glee ways (not hating on the glee. don't flame me here folks). But you can have Swoozie Kurt (remember Little Shop of HOrrors - Audrey?) and Kristen Chenoweth (Wicked's Galinda) just singing at sweet little moments. AND Jim Dale from Pete's Dragon (the guy who couldn't say Passamaquoddie) but most likely known for reading all of the Harry Potter Books with such amazing talent and skill. (He got a grammy for them!) Nothing but joy here. Just how delightful.

Caprica




I never thought I'd get into Caprica.
Never. I didn't watch the new Battlestar Galactica. I remember the old one. Those Cylons (the robots with the blinky light) scared me to no end. Along with that creepy robotic dog. So is it any surprise I didn't get into the new one?

But my husband said, you should watch this pilot episode. Then we'll see if we like it..

That pilot HOOOKED ME. Completely.

ANd It HAS ERIC STOLTZ IN IT! I love Eric Stoltz. Ihave loved Eric Stoltz since The Memphis Belle when I first fell in love with Harry Connick Jr. It was a very unrequited love triangle. But I'm ok with that.



Pre-Battlestar Galactica, set ina world where a virtual reality is the drug of choice. People put on these pretty spiffy little sunglasses, and go into their own little worlds, meeting up with others in those little worlds. but those little worlds aren't as small as you think.

It's also a world of polytheism, and the idea of a one true God is radical and unheard of. So to get the point across, some of those believers in a one true God become soliders/terrorists. One of those soldiers (STO - Soldiers True One) is Zoe Greystone the daughter of Daniel and Amanda Greystone. Daniel created the Hallo Band (those little sunglass thingies) and is evejtually going to create the Cylons.

The show begins with a train bombing. Zoe and her friend Lacey go to the train, Lacey doesn't get on. Zoe's boyfriend blows the place to smithereens in honor of the One True God (very jihadish).

Except Zoe's avatar still lives on in the Virtual world. And the question is, is it just the avatar, or is it really Zoe?

Amazingly written, fantastic stories. Oh That Caprica would survive.....

But on a side note, we found ScyFy doing a marathon of the last remaining episodes. So we squealed and watched the show until we had to go to go bed. Thank you ScyFy....


All of these are available on DVD or Netflix. Some may even be on Hulu. Do yourself a favor and go rent them, youtube them, whatever. they are just beautiful examples of the creative whismical entertainment that has been slaughtered in order to appease the masses.

Ophelia's Shadow Theatre and the Quiltmaker's Gift

i have beens pending more and more of my time in the workd of chidlren's books. and some of these books are downright beautiful, elegant and sophisticated.



among the favorites right now are The Sea Serpent and me; The Quiltmaker's Gift; and Ophelia's Shadow Theatre.



I have already reviewed The sea Serpent and Me at the Tunkhanock.com/library site (look for Rebecca's Reviews).

Ophelia's Shadow Theatre is by Michael Ende. It's hard to find in this country, as it is originally a German text. Buts omehow or another my local library had a copy of it. Whether they do now or not, I don't know.



Ophelia is the daughter of theatre types. When the book takes place she is an old woman. All of her life Ophelia has had a tiny voice, so while she couldn't be on stage with the other actors and actersses, she was able to sit in the wings and whisper the words to the actors, just in case they forgot. This way she learned all of the great plays by heart.



One day, I don't exactly rememebr how, she comes up on a shadow who has no home. So she offers the shadow the space of her purse to live in. The shadow happily accepts, and before long, more and more shadows who have no homes begin finding their ways into her purse. Shadows are very copact you know, and purses of little old ladies and magnificently large.

So all of these shadows live with her. And at night they do plays on her apartment walls, and Ophelia whispers the lines to the shadows, just in case they forget.



This evolves into the grandest shadow puppetry you could ever imagine. Ophelia and the Shadows become Ophelia's Shadow Theater, and they go arond the country (in a snazzy car witht he words Ophelia's Shadow Theatre emblazoned on the side), doing plays in the park, all the while Ophelia whispered the words.



One day another shadow comes to her. She asks it the usual questions? Don't you have a home.. what's your name, and such.

The shadow responds, My name is Death. Will you still take me in?

Ophelia thinks about it for a moment, and says, I suppose so. It's important to note (for parents and for children) that Ophelia isn't scared, or upset. She is calm, and peaceful.



And so she takes in Death and she passes away.



When she arrives at the gates of heaven, Ophelia is innundated by people waving and cheering her on, kissing and hugging her. Confused, she asks, "Do I know you?"

Then they begin to smile more and more, and the feeling of familiarity grows.

"We are the shadows who had no home, until you."

So together Ophelia and all of the shadows, now angelic beings of light, put on more plays in Heaven. And Ophelia still whispered the lines. Just in case.


The story is beautiful and covers death in a gentle way. Ophelia isn't scared or upset when death comes. She is calm, and peaceful. She makes a decision. There is no mention of the southern realm of fire and brimstone, or even of a deity. Just beauty, light, and being surrounded by those who have loved you, and those you love.

Next is the QuiltMaker's Gift.

This was a book i was given years ago, before we had our little girl. My friend gave it to me because I quilted. The illustrations are very reminiscient of the artist in hallmark stores who does all of the figurines with the quilts. Very rich colors, very intricate, fanciful work. All of the illustrations in this book do the same thing.

The story reads and tells like an old folktale with none of the crunchy rustic quality. Just a lovely story.

The story is this: an old woman who no one can remember her not being arond, even the oldest great great grandfather cannot remember a time when she was not there, lives in a cabin way up high in the misty mountains and makes the most beautiful quilts. Nothing rivals their beauty. But she will not sell them, as much as she's offered or begged. She gives them to the homesless or the poor. Then after she has found someone sleeping out in the cold, and tucked them in udner the quilt, she begins a new quilt the next day.

At the same time, there is a king who is powerful and greedy and loves to receive presents, so much that he has his birthday twice a year. But for all of his lovely things, he is not happy. When he he learns of the quiltmaker, he demands a quilt from her, for it might be the only thig that makes him happy. She refuses. He demands. she refuses. He says fine, and chains her into a bear's den. When the bear wakes up, he'll eat you.

well, the bear does wake up, and he is cranky, but the quiltmaker understands why. "You only have rocks to rest your head on. Go fetch me some pine needles and i'll make you a pillow from my shawl." The bear does, and she makes him a pillow. No one has ever been so kind to the bear, and he is so touched that he breaks her chain, and invites her to stay for breakfast of honey and blueberries.

The king, while powerful and greedy is not good at being mean. so he worried about the quiltmaker all night. when he arrives at the bear's den and comes to their breakfast he is infuritated and orders his royal island makers to make an island just large enough for her to stand on. they do and she is placed on the island in the middle of a vast lake,. "When you fall asleep or the tide comes in, we'll see what happens.."

she is left there, and a small sparrow struggling against the wind takes shelter against her. she makes him a tiny jacket out of her vest. He makes it to the other side, and brings all of his sparrow friends and they fly her away to safety.

the next day, because the king couldn't sleep again for worrying, he finds her in the tree, making tiny jackets for all of the sparrows.

"What must i do to get a quilt?"

"You must give away all of your things and when you yourself are popor, i will have a quilt foryou."

"But i love all my beautiful things."

"But they don't make you happy."

convinced to try, the king scours his palace and finds a tny marble he can give away. while he doesn't smile, the boy who receives it is so excited, it inspires the king to give more and more thigns away until he travels the world, giving all of his precious things away. As he travels and gives, the tiny purple backed sparrows come back and tell the quiltmaker, who then sews in a new piece into the quilt.

Until one day, the last sparrow arrives, and she knows it is time to find the king.

She finds him lying along side the road, reading to a child. his boots worn out, his clothes ragged, but bright smile on his face and cheery laugh at the ready. She tucks him in under his quilt. "I may look poor but my heart is full to bursting with all of the memories and kindness I've given and received. I"m the richest man I know."

a story that tells the truth of altruism, of kindness, of love not being in things but in service to others, the QuiltMakers' Gift is a beautiful story, one worthwile reading to your child.. or to yourself. because we all need to be reminded somedays...

a time of changes

i write this on wednesday night, thankgiving eve.

for all that stays the same, everything changes simulataneously.

we have been undergoing changes here in the little world we live in.

the first one, or the biggest one, happened last week. my grandmother earline williams, all of 86 years old slipped from this world into the next. she had been battling on so many fronts. dementia and alzheimers'; aneurysms around her heart; a pacemaker just put in; congestive heart failure; lung problems so she was now on oxygen 24/7 except for when she forgot what the tanks were there for and turned off them off because they made too much noise; failing kidneys; all just to name a few.

in short, she wore out.

she had just had the pacemaker put in, and the hospital tried to discharge her, but she wasn't able to. she wasn't able to get to the loo, she wasn't able to walk more than a very few steps.

when the nurses found out that my mother would not be coming to pick grandmothe up (after mom had been there all day, and no one had once mentioned release papers to her) a few minutes later grandmother called my mom and begged tearfully, "please come take me home. take me home.. please, just take me home..."

mom didn't go to pick her up.

then every night or time people would visit, grandmother would just beg, take me home, please just take me home... or just go, please just go.... she was unable to handle being left in the hospital.

then the phone call came. 6:30am. the hospital called my mother and said grandmother was having a hard time breathing, and get there quick. the hospital is an hour away. so mom jumped and ran and drove off. about three minutes after mom left, the hospital called again, and spoke to dad. there was a strong chance that grandmother wouldn't be alive by the time mom got there. so dad jumped and ran. called my sister and i first. he called me back a little after 7:30 and gave the update. a blood clot had broken off one of the anuerysms, and was blocking her auroital artery (vein?) by 50%. so she was no longer getting oxygen. ordinarily the doctors would do a pretty aggressive surgery to take care of the problem. but she wasn't strong enough and wouldn't survive the procedure.

so nature took its course. she took a breath, and didn't take another.

while i cried that day, i havent cried since then.

i'm more grateful that she went when she did. she went before she lost her mind completely. she still remembered her family. she had to ask my mother's name a couple times. but she still remembered her great grand babies. she still had humor.

she went before she had to go into a home, which was the next step. she went while she was still able to be surrounded by her family, living semi independently, on the farm, surrounded by her knick knacks, her bird feeders, that sort of thing.

and she went peacefully. it was a gentle passage, with no fear. no anger.

a friend of mine, michael, his mother died of alzheimers, or things related to it. he said when she died, he didn't cry one tear, for she had died long before that. and i completely agree. i cried when grandmother was diagnosed. i was angry at this imposter, this fake grandmother...

she has been dead for a little over a week.

second change: my husband got a job. he got hired! full time, with benefits. in his field. not teaching but in conservation. he starts next week. :) this is a huge answer to prayers. huge blessing. he has been out of work for almost a year now. and we have struggled and struggled. sometimes wondering if we would have enough for groceries.

the commute is crazy. but right now, we are staying where we are because i am still teaching at the university until the end of the semester.

which brings us to third: i have next semester off. i am actively pursuing doula training. i am actively trying to complete that as soon as possible, and at the same time finish a book to mirror like revision. polish it until it shines like the top of the chrysler building so said miss hannigan.

i am beginning to really investigate homeschooling or charter schooling for our daughter.

the more this semester went on, the more i realized, very clearly, this was not where i wanted to be. this was not where my focus needed to be. my focus needed to be on our daughter, on home, on writing, on other things. but not with the university.

at first i was scared to admit that, that i would be changing my career - teaching wise - for something else. but the more i thought about it, the more it feels right. the department knows i'm off next semester. i told my supervisor i needed to "re-evaluate" where the university played into my career, my life and objectives.

on top of that, i have found a yoga studio that's semi local and is donation based. their teaching certification is two thousand less than anywhere else i have seen in the region. while i am nowhere near where i need to be to do my training, it's a goal, it's an outlet. and my cousin will drive us there as i hate driving...

it just seems like the universe is aligning.

so today i have been reading all about childbirth, and birth companions. i'll read some of harry potter 7 tonight. and i'll pick up a few other books. i never read one book at a time.

for a complete list of the books that i have reviewed for the tunkhannock library, check out www.tunk.com/library and look for Rebecca's Reviews.

i'm about two weeks ahead of them, meaning i have two weeks of reviews typically done that aren't published. i only write good reviews, as it's to encourage circulation.

but i may start doing bad reviews here, warnings so to speak.

I may make Twilight (the film.. i can't stomach the writing of the book) my first :)

on other notes:

our daughter is awesome. still is. always is. is a climber.... we need to make her a climbing wall.


i will write a few other reviews very shortly but our little one is still awake - we suspect a cold... so, off to find the vicks and saline spray...

Sherlock Holmes..

For those of you who read this, all maybe three of you? :) you may or may not know that I Have had a iterary crush on Sherlock Holmes, pretty much since I was about thirteen years old. I find myself fascinated by the whole enigma. What can I say, I go for brains over brawn any day. And with a brain like Sherlock Holmes' it's almost porn.

When I was tweleve and reading the stories for the firstt ime, certainly that wasn't even in the vocabulary, I just knew I liked it. I loved the stories. I loved that for once the smart people won. It didn't hurt that the smart guy was also a bad@$$. It was all the things I wanted to be. It was like I had found my own people.

I am nowhere near that smart though if there was a class based on the Science of Deduction, r a way to train my brain to do some of those things, I might just attempt it. Minus the cocaine, morphine and opium. (I don't think he was a heroin addict.)



This time of year, around Halloween, I always start to yearn for certain movies. One of them is Young Sherlock Holmes. Directed by Barry Levinson, written by Chris Columbus, and produced by Speilberg (I think), it's quality from the get go. There's no one that you'll recognize. Absolutely no one. (But Nichaols Sebastien Rowe who plays Holmes has extremely curly hair, and I think that is where I can trace my attraction to guys with curly hair comes from.)




The film takes place at a boarding school. Sherlock is there as a young man, John Watson is a transfer student from a school in the country. They meet and Watson is brought into the world of Sherlock Holmes, especially when there's a series of disappearances and unexplainabale murders. There's human sacrfice, chanting, Egyptian Cults, revenge, hallucinations, lost love, murder... And a whole score with moments that echo back to Carmina Burana by Karl Orf.



This is made in 1986, and was nominated for an Oscar in the category of best visual effects. But it was also 1986. So those amazing effects then may seem common place now. But they enver seem hokey.



An excellent story, with great acting, and a wonderful imaginative beginning to the Holmes and Watson world, Young Sherlock Holmes is perfect for a cold autumn night...



Here's a scene. (funny how it hearkens to the new Robert Downey Jr Sherlock Holmes....)





That's just one scene...Then of course, the next Sherlock Holmes was the Jeremy Brett incarnation from Granada TV. This is the version you probably watched in Middle School when you read Sherlock Holmes. Nothing at all attractive about this guy. Just Jeremy Brett is awesome, and that's all there is, these stand as classics. He still stands as one of the most respected and beloved portrayals of Sherlock Holmes. He passed away, sadly, some years ago, while portraying Holmes...

He's more of the well refined, almost extravagent, theatrical, closest to the literary depiction. While there's nothing to garner attention sensually or attractively, he's still classic.

This is a clip from the Empty House, when Holmes returns. (of course it's a youtube thing, so someone has made a montage with pretty music and slow motion at parts of it.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-MPy13b2IA

Then we have Laurie King's Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes series. I've already blogged about that. So I'll pass on that except that they're fantastic reads.

But my new love is the BBC Sherlock Holmes.

A reimagination, placing Holmes and Watson in the 21st centur. JOhn Watson is a British soldier/dr vetran, wounded in Iraq. Holmes is a scientist who works at a univeristy of some sort? and freelances witht he police. Lestrade is there and calls on him, while ther est of the force views Holmes with disdain and call him Freak. The interpertationi s excellent. That keen deduction is all there. The rapid fire shooting of intellect, adventure and mystery is all over the place. But unlike Jeremy Brett's portrayl which is almost at points a little too saintly, we see this Holmes with all his warts. (when Lestrade decides to harass him and pester him, they call a Drug bust on his flat. Watson, newly moved in is certain it's all unfounded, while Holmes is sweating bullets..)

Now this is viewable on Masterpiece theatre Mystery. The dvds are available for preorder via amazon.com or pbs.org I wouuld include al ink but they are rapidly getting pulled which is fine. So go watch it on Masterpiece theatre.com or Netflix it. TOTALLY WORTH IT!

The Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare

There have been fewer books that I have awaited so anxiously as I did for Clare's first book in her prequel series - The Clockwork Angel.

(I think the last time this happened it was the last Harry Potter, which I actually pre-ordered. I would have preordered this one too, but alas, I am po'. But next best thing: I convinced my local librarian to buy the book. Devious aren't I?)

Clare has two series going on. The one that is already established is called The Mortal Instruments. There's three books released and there's three more to come (I think..) The three released already are: City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass.

The fourth in that series is pretty much done if not done, and is works to released I think in November? City of Fallen Angels?

The Clockwork Angel is the first book in the Infernal Devices SEries - a Prequel series to the Mortal Instrument series.

On Clare's website she says to read the Infernal Devices series first. But really how is that possible when ther's only one book of them out and three or the other series? If you read the Mortal Instuments Series first it's not going to kill you. It's kind of like Star Wars (Yes I know my geekdom is REALLY showing right now). The first three Star Wars Films that were realeased back int h 70s - back when Lucas was still hungry for it, and still passionate, back before Jar Jar Binks cereal - those three films were number, 4, 5, and 6. This indicated there would be three others that took place before them. Those three disappointments didn't come out until the 90s-2000s (and they never should have.)

So while it may be slightly confusing just for a brief moment, it's not a big deal. I will though, read the entire series from 1-whatever when they're all out in chronological order to follow character arcs.
Did you hear that? I"m going to happily re-read these books, all of them, in order, because I want to see these characters again I want to watch them grow, fall, triumph, all of it. Again and again.

These books are awesome.

They do have the dreaded and often stigmatized "Young Adult Fiction" sticker on the spine. But do not let that dissuade you. These are excellently written. Fantastic characters, well thought out, beautiful, everything.

A great combination of fantasy and realism, there is nothing about these books that is juvenile. These are adult novels, except for the fact that the main characters are upper teenagers to early 20-ish.

I cannot say enoughabout these books. Except that if you like fantasy with some teeth - not the rubbish Twilight stuff - but really well written, well developed, non-angsty characters, excellent storylines, cliffhangers, all of it... go and start reading these books.

NOW.

And on a side note - the little video advertisement of this book - clockwork Angel - that you find on Amazon.com is kind of lame. Don't let it dissuade you.

Realy. Katie. Hailers.. GO READ THESE BOOKS NOW.

run fatboy run

i havent been publishing book reviews and film reviews here as often as i have been publishing them for the library. so for the msot part allthe one i'm doing end up there. (www.tunkhannock.com/library look for Rebeccas Reviews on the side bar)

but this film wasn't inthe library's colelction, but in the keystone college library collection.

Run Fatboy Run,



I don't think I have laughed this hard in a long time. We had to stop the film, pause it until we were done, or rewind to catch the parts we were laughing too hard through.

what may appear as a simple. war between two guys over a beautiful woman - great guy, avergae guy/slightly loser-ish guy... turns out to be a great story about friendship, heart, finding yourself, and all sorts of things.

and oh my gosh it's funny. not little laughs. but laughing like oh my gosh i might just pee myself.

i cannot recommend it highly enough.




in other news:

we feared the baby had a peanut allergy. turns out she doesn't. but int he process we discovered, through the ever so geenrous advice of Katie, Sunbutter. Sunbutter is a peanut butter alternative made complete from Sunflower seeds. taste delicious.

i have taken to making Mars Bar cake. think Rice Crispy treats, with a chocolate layer on top, and melted snickers, milky ways or mars bar in the rice crispy mix. Heaven. and a real sugar rush to boot. do not give this to children.

I have also taken to making our own home made won tons. we did this as kind of a date night thing, and they turned out incredible. so i'm never buying them again. the price to make them vs. the price to buy them is ridiculous. They are super simple and if you have little ones who you can trust to help, then great. if not, it's still simple to make.
the basic recipe - get some won ton wrappers (our store has them next to the tofu), two things of cream cheese, warmed, chives. and if you want to make them with imitation crab meat, get a thing of that too, and chop it up finely.
put two bowls out, and put a thing of cream cheese in each one, along with spices you want (chives, a little garlic perhaps..) then in one bowl, add the chopped crab meat. stir.
then really, all you do, lay out a won ton wrapper, take about a tsp full of filling (and really a tsp is about it can handle..) put the filling in the middle, and with a pstry brush, brush some egg or water along the edges, then fold it into a triangle. set aside and repet until you have your desired amount of wontons.
then fry them in the skillet - we use olive oil, and a cast iron skillet. about two minutes frying. the won ton wrapper will bubble and start to brown.
then take out and set on a paper towel lined plate.

there you go.
simple.


and while yo're brosing here, check out this other blog that i attend almost religiously - amanda blake soule's blog. http://www.soulemama.com/

very very cool. mama, living simply, homeschooling, just being crafty, writing, photographing, finding joy in simple things.. incredibly cool. and a little transcendental.

rosehip syrup

The past few weeks here have been a whirlwind. July blurs into August. Then comes our Anniversary, and then compressed with office meetings, and a trip to New Hampshire to visit family, we found ourselves home once again, as August slipped away from us even faster than we thought. On top of this, our daughter got sick with strep.

And in the midst of this whirlwind, the roses have bloomed, the purple clover in the fields whee I run has grown heavy and drowsy, and the nights have become blessedly cooler.

So the most recent development in the little known gem department was a book called Grow Your Own Drugs by ___ Wong. This is not a book about growing illicit drugs. It's a book about ethnobotany and how to use the plants around you for medicine and natural healing. I saw this at my friends house, borrowed it, and ordered it the next day.

My first attempt from it is Rose Hip Vitamin C syrup. Rose hips aren't alien tot he world of vitamin C. During the Great Wars, British families used to make a rose hip syrup and give it to their chidlren for the very purpose of extra Vitamin C. That was quite some time ago.
Rose hips are also edible straight once they are ripe. Couple that witht heir use in teas, it's probably a very neglected fruit that's used only for decoration.

But we have this great rose bush on the farm that always has rosehips the size of half dollars on it. So I decided to give it a try.

And it's SIMPLE.

250g (about half a pound) of fresh rosehips.
5 cloves (note just cloves, not of anything.. i used powdered cloves)
1 cinnamon stick (i used a couple tsps of powdered cinnamon)
2 c water.

gently crush the rose hips. then put the rosehips in a pan. mix in the cloves and cinnamon. then add the water. simmer for twenty minutes. Strain the liquid into a bowl through a sieve or cheesecloth (I used a rice strainer). then put the liquid back in the pan, add as much sugar as there is liquid. heat to a boil then turn down to about medium, and then let it heat for ten minutes.
pour into sterilized jars.
processed jars (like canning) will last a year unopened. opened (unprocessed) will last a week in the fridge.

you can take 2 tsp each day. you can use it as a maplke syrup replacement for pancakes. you can also use it as a crodial - pour one part of the rosehip syrup and five parts water into a glass.

there you go :)

i have to say last night making it was one of the coolest things. i have a lng standing interest in etnobotany and using the plants and flowers around us for healing and all of that. i loved making it.
i also found some yarrow out in the fields, dug it up and brought up the house and planted it up here. yarrow is a great medicinal herb. it can be used for staunching nosebleeds, calming insect stings, among many other things... and it's a perrennial. it comes back!

my goal is to get a good medicinal herb garden going here.

the other way the summer has past, is in a flurry of books and movies. the reviews for the library have been going well.
definitely check out www.tunk.com.library Rebecca's reviews for the reviews.

i have read and loved : TINKERS
Neverwhere - neil gaiman
coraline - neil gaiman
as simple as snow
Girl in Translation
Shug

just off the top of my head... loved them all.

so today i go back tot he library to find a movie and some books for week 6 offerings...

Against the Princesses...

When I became a mother, I was suddenly more aware of the threats to my child. I began carrying Purelle around with me. I asked anyone who wanted to hold her, if there was anyone in their household who was sick. I watched for runny noses, cringed when I heard coughs and sneezes. I made most of her baby food so I would know exactly what was going into her food and then into her belly. I changed my tv habits knowing that while she might not be able to say the words she was hearing, I didn’t want the vulgarities to still even have a place in her mind.

There are still the constants. I still despise Barney with my whole soul, so much that I aspire to design a Barney skin rug, complete with green spots and a tail. Next to it would be a small red one with googley eyes; perhaps on this one I would add tire marks. (Sometimes Grown Up jokes keep Mommy sane.)

But there was one threat I didn’t expect: the Princesses. When the Princesses started making it big – and by Princesses I mean the standard four: Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Belle, and Cinderella, though Ariel and Tiana sometimes show up, like first and second alternates in a competition - I thought, rather foolishly, that I’d be able to avoid them. They’re just Disney. They won’t be THAT huge. No big deal.

I forgot who I was dealing with. This is DISNEY. The company that owns ABC, CNN, the Disney Channel, the Muppets, at least six theme parks, a cruise line, not to mention film companies. Their name itself is tied to Family Friendly, Child Safe, Wholesome material for all. It also includes World Domination. But that’s only in the fine print.

And when Disney decides to do something, be it sell a movie, or sell product, Disney goes gung ho, and whoever gets in their way, gets put into the Haunted Mansion as one of the dancing ghosts forever and ever. If you were very naughty, you get to be one of the floating heads in the jars.

Let me back up though. This is not an I hate Disney tirade. I have an incredibly soft spot in my heart for Disney World. We went every year as a family to the Magic Kingdom and EPCOT. I spent three blissfully happy days there with my family every Thanksgiving, going on every ride, getting autographs, and running around like I owned the joint. I even aspired to work there one day. It really was the Happiest Place on Earth. I look forward to when I can take my own family to Disney World and share with them what I so enjoyed as child – even though it seems like half the things I loved then are changed or gone. (RIP 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, The Living Seas pre Nemo, and the DreamFinder from the Journey into Imagination.)

So why the hate for the Princesses?

Somewhere along the lines of growing up, I became the unthinkable. I became a Feminist. Not a Femi-Nazi who burns her bras and verbally emasculates men at every chance she gets, lifts up women like the next superior race while crushing men under her stilettos. Just a friendly, equal rights Feminist. One of those crazy people who think that women are people too, should have an equal chance at things, equal pay, and shouldn’t feel condemned if she chooses to be a mom, or a CEO, or both. Crazy ideas right?

Then enter the Princesses. Those familiar faces, all smiles, all beauty and grace, all fairy tale and crowns. But what else is there?

Not much it seems, except for some very serious Victim Issues, and one case of Stockholm Syndrome.

Cinderella is an abused young woman who requires the help of her fairy godmother to get to a dance where she will meet the prince, with the hopes of falling in love with him, and the pursuant marriage proposal. But then she loses her shoe. Eventually the prince (or the prince’s representative) finds her. But until then she must to be rescued. End of story.

Sleeping Beauty isn’t much better. A beautiful child is cursed by a snubbed guest. She is hidden away, by three fairies who act as teachers and guardians while keeping her in the dark of her past. Aurora (her pre-slumber name) grows up beautiful and lovely. Until she pricks her finger on the spindle of the spinning wheel and zonks out for a hundred years, until a prince braves the fortress and recues her and kills the dragon. She does nothing but sleeps. That’s it.

Snow White is a lot like Sleeping Beauty. Too beautiful for her own good. Too innocent and beautiful, she is cast out by her step mother, a death warrant sent out on her by way of the huntsman who stays his hand. Snow White flees, finds a house, and takes refuge there (even though she’s not entirely sure who lives there. At first she thinks they’re children.) The dwarves agree to let her stay as long as she will keep the house, and not let in any strangers. (The Grimms have the dwarves as thieves, Disney made them miners) Of course Snow White doesn’t listen and eats the apple given to her by that strange old hag.. Has no one taught this girl about Stranger Danger? And voila – out like a light. The poison apple bite rolls out of her mouth, so she doesn’t die completely, she’s only “mostly dead.” The dwarves mourn her, make her a very pretty glass casket, and once again appears a wandering prince – funny how they just happen to show up - who is so struck by her beauty, that he kisses her, and wakes her from her mostly dead slumber. We could raise questions of necrophilia, but this is after all a children’s story…. Happily ever after. Again, what does Snow White do? She doesn’t listen to anyone. She is innocent, beautiful, and extremely sleepy. She too has to be rescued.

All of these three women are nothing but victims. Beautiful victims, charming victims, but victims nonetheless. All of them must rely on someone else – often with supernatural powers to do the work for them, until their prince comes along amd picks them up. One kiss, and then with a sigh, each woman smiles satisfied with her lot in life, and rides away on his horse, to go be wife to someone she has barely shared breath with.

Belle is the one I had the most hope for. She’s the daughter of an inventor, always reading, turns down the most popular man in town because he’s a jerk, and sacrifices her freedom for her father’s release. These are all noble and admirable qualities. But most of those things happen in the very beginning of the film. The rest of the film is watching her fall in love with the Beast. But wait, wasn’t the Beast her captor? Isn’t she his captive? Doesn’t that spell out Stockholm Syndrome? A really beautifully orchestrated, choreographed, very well dressed version of Stockholm Syndrome?

Why are these Princesses worthy of being role models? Because they are beautiful? Because they are princesses? Why must every single one of them require help from some sort of supernatural being or beings who end up doing most of the heavy lifting? Why does every woman here need the kiss of the prince to make her whole?

What about Mulan? The girl who doesn’t become a princess, but in the process, saves her troop, her country, and her emperor? She has to work hard, she has to think for herself. She makes decisions that aren’t popular but she sticks by them. She is abandoned by her comrades when they find out the truth but she returns to save them. She has a little bit of help, but it’s almost exclusively in the form of moral support, - like any person should have. Why aren’t we lauding Mulan, and putting her face on bouncy balls, and clothes for little girls? What about her? Is it because she isn’t blonde enough? Is it because there’s no crown? And why is she the only example I can think of that fits this bill?

What about Rapunzel? The girl with long golden hair kept locked away in a tower. She just screams Victim doesn’t she? To a point. But things got awkward, when her witch/step mother cut off her hair and lured the prince up the tower again, only to blind him and throw him out the window. The handsome prince, the one character who by most stock purposes should have been doing the saving was lost and broken. Rapunzel too was cast out, but pregnant. She delivers alone, cares for her children, and in the process comes across her beloved prince. Weeping, maybe out of joy, maybe out of frustration, maybe for joy, she cradles the prince’s head in her lap, and her tears fall on his sightless eyes. Lo and indeed behold, the prince sees again, and beholds his rescuer: his Rapunzel.

What about the other blonde haired woman who walked the jungles, with no qualifications except a driving passion, steely determination, and someone who believed in her, who did everything wrong according to the ‘experts’ and has since one of the leading experts on Chimpanzees, and force to be reckoned with in the areas of conservation, chimpanzees and animal rights? Why is there no Princess Jane Goodall action figure for my child to hang on to?

It’s not a far trip up the family tree to find even closer inspiration. My great grandmother was a suffragette, and secretary to the local chapter. Granted these women were often seen un-ladylike, and un-feminine, but what’s the saying – well behaved women rarely make history. But what good is the making history if those you are working for never know your legacy?

This is why I don’t like the Princesses. Because they are weak. Because they hold up the ideal of wait to be rescued. Someone will come along. Beauty before everything else. These are the things I don’t want to teach my daughter. I don’t want to glorify women who are only victims, who are only valued for their beauty alone. And the role models our daughters are given aren’t strong women, aren’t the suffragettes, aren’t the jungle hiking scientists, the teachers, the nurses, aren’t the mothers who struggle against everything to raise their children.

On my daughter’s first birthday, one of my best friends – an honorary Auntie – sent Molly a gift: a storybook titled “Not One Damsel in Distress,” a collection of folktales from around the world where the girl really is the hero, where she saves the day, makes the tough decisions, and still gets to live happily ever after.

I want her to be strong, to think for herself. I want her to be able to make the hard decisions, to stand by what she thinks is right, even when everyone disagrees with her.

Disney is wonderful, and makes a wonderful myriad of products. But, please Disney, make some better role models for our daughters. There are other stories out there. Don’t teach my daughter that she has to be rescued, has to be a certain type of beautiful, and can’t think for herself. Our daughters deserve better.