Sunday, July 20, 2014

Our First Anniversary



Hey everyone! So this is one of our more recent photos. I know this is a little late, but Spencer and I had our first anniversary on July 6. It was super relaxed and lovely. Since it was a Sunday (and a fast Sunday at that) we spent most of our day goingto church and fasting. But, to make up for it we had a spectacular dinner. Spencer made Chicken Tikka Masala Curry and I made Cheesecake with milk chocolate and strawberries on top. So I figured I'd give you the recipes in case you wanted to try them out. (Also because they rock.) I also wanted to let you know that life is just swell. Anyway, just for kicks I though I'd show you pictures from a year ago. We don't look tons different except that he and I keep exchanging who wants to shorter hair. But it's been fun, and I think married life (even with its ups and downs) is great!


Cheesecake

Crust:
1 cup graham cracker crumbs
1/4 cup butter, melted
2 tablespoons sugar

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Butter 9" pie plate.
2. Mix all ingredients well. Press into prepared pie plate.
3. Bake 10 minutes. Set aside.
Alternative: Honestly, I buy a pre-made graham cracker crust and it works great!

Filling:
2 (8 ounce) packages cream cheese
3/4 cup sugar
2 eggs
1 cup sour cream
1 teaspoon vanilla extract or lime juice

1. In glass mixing bowl, soften cream cheese in microwave on defrost setting for 2 minutes, or leave at room temperature for several hours.
2. Add sugar and mix until well blended. A sturdy metal whisk works great.
3. Whisk in eggs, sour cream and vanilla or lime juice.
4. Pour into prepared crust and bake 25 or 30 minutes.
5. Cheesecake will be slightly jiggly. It will set as it cools.
6. Top with favorite fruit topping.

Makes 1 (9") Cheesecake


Curry Stand Chicken Tikka Masala Sauce Recipe

Chicken Tikka Masala Curry
Makes Six Servings
Ingredients:

(We personally add more curry powder, cinnamon, and cayenne pepper.)




Directions

  1. Heat ghee in a large skillet over medium heat and cook and stir onion until translucent, about 5 minutes. Stir in garlic; cook and stir just until fragrant, about 1 minute. Stir cumin, 1 teaspoon salt, ginger, cayenne pepper, cinnamon, and turmeric into the onion mixture; fry until fragrant, about 2 minutes.
  2. Stir tomato sauce into the onion and spice mixture, bring to a boil, and reduce heat to low. Simmer sauce for 10 minutes, then mix in cream, paprika, and 1 tablespoon sugar. Bring sauce back to a simmer and cook, stirring often, until sauce is thickened, 10 to 15 minutes.
  3. Heat vegetable oil in a separate skillet over medium heat. Stir chicken into the hot oil, sprinkle with curry powder, and sear chicken until lightly browned but still pink inside, about 3 minutes; stir often. Transfer chicken and any pan juices into the sauce. Simmer chicken in sauce until no longer pink, about 30 minutes; adjust salt and sugar to taste
  4. http://allrecipes.com/recipe/curry-stand-chicken-tikka-masala-sauce/


-Natalie Cherie

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Living Death: The Personification of Death in Literature



Death is fascinating. To each of us, Death may bear curiosity, fear, fascination, horror, sometimes longing, disgust, sorrow, and respite. Oh, look . . . I just personified death.

Personification is actually quite easy. It's one of the rhetorical devices that we each learn in grade school. One of the rhetorical devices we actually remember. And one that many of us actually use. Many inanimate objects sit comfortably among the halls of those that are personified. For example, the wind cutting through me, snowflakes nipping at my nose, foreboding branches clawing at my face, the dust whispering as my feet stir up its words. But (if personification really did have a hall like the Hall of Fame) it would be Death who sat at the head, ruling as the most common, powerful, and frightening personification, humankind continually reverts to.

Death is everywhere in literature. "Death be not proud," commands the "10th Holy Sonnet" of John Donne. In A Christmas Carol Scrooge cowers before his third ghost. essentially Death, and, trembling at the eventuality of death, asks: "Are these the shadows of the things that Will be, or are they shadows of the things that May be only?" (pg. 117). In Milton's Paradise Lost Satan confronts Sin, his mistress, and Death, his son, and Sin explains her fearful offspring saying, "I fled, and cry'd out, DEATH! / Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd / From all her caves, and back resounded, DEATH!" (Book 2, line 787).

And even though these personifications of Death are masterful, my two of my favorite personifications of death are Terry Pratchett's DEATH in the Discworld Series and Marcus Zusak's Death in The Book Thief. The differences in the characterization, function, and appearance of these two literary Deaths are fascinating. I'll begin with Terry Pratchett's DEATH.

So Terry Pratchett is a British satirist who has spent his entire writing career creating the Discworld. There are dozens of books forming a canon of stories revolving around Discworld. What ties all these books together is the world itself. Many books share the main character, some following a cooky magician named Rincewind, or a trio of witches, or Commander Vimes, or even DEATH. But interestingly, DEATH is the one character who is always present no matter how small his role in the book may be. Mort is the first book in DEATH's series. In the introduction of the book Terry Pratchett describes the world where his DEATH resides: "This is the Death whose particular sphere of operations is, well, not a sphere at all, but the Discworld, which is flat and rides on the back of four giant elephants who stand on the shell of the enormous star turtle Great A'Tuin, and which is bounded by a waterfall that cascades endlessly into space. Scientists have calculated that the chance of anything so patently absurd actually existing is millions to one. But magicians have calculated that million-to-one chances crop up nine times out of ten."

So who is Terry Pratchett's DEATH? 

Well for starters, he's fairly typical . . . at least physically. It follows suit that a Terry Pratchett DEATH would not only be in capital letters (we'll come back to that later) but would follow all the conceptions that we have when thinking of death. For example, DEATH carries a scythe, he wears a black cloak, he's frightening and therefore usually ignored out of everyone's perception of reality, and he's a skeleton. Perhaps a little different is that he has in his eye sockets two glowing blue orbs that serve as his eyes. 
On the surface, it seems that this personified death is pretty standard. But, also following Terry Pratchett's style is to take typical thought or belief and flip it on its head. So even though DEATH looks like a grim reaper, he's actually pretty quirky. First, he has no sense of humor. This makes sense. But at one point in Mort he starts to long for the simple pleasures of life, like a normal job, humor, a cat. So he gives his job to his apprentice. Okay, that sentence had a whole list of quirks. DEATH wanting a normal job? Yep. He even goes to a job agency: "I ushered souls into the next world. I was the grave of all hope. I was the ultimate reality. I was the assassin against whom no lock would hold. "Yes, point taken, but do you have any particular skills?” He also likes cats. Odd. "I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?" Death thought about it. Cats, he said eventually. cats are nice." And finally, DEATH has an apprentice. Hmm, weird. But okay! (Yeah, that was my thought process too.) His apprentice's name is Mort, how fitting. 

So hopefully you've noticed something else as well. I purposefully have been capitalizing DEATH for Terry Pratchett do that we can distinguish between two very different characters (The Book Thief Death, and Terry Pratchett's DEATH). But Terry Pratchett thought of that visual distinction first. Because every time DEATH speaks, his words are in small caps. It's as though his very being infuses the words with an obvious power. His voice has a finality that Terry Pratchett allowed to exist on the page of his books. Pretty cool in my opinion. 

Before we move on, a few more tidbits for you. DEATH knows when a human's time is up by his collection of hourglasses. Everyone has one. DEATH's favorite food is arguably curry. Mort found this our one of his first days as an apprentice: "Death leaned over the saddle and looked down at the kingdoms of the world. I don't know about you, he said, but I could murder a curry." DEATH also realizes that he is a personification. Super witty! (Then again, wit is kind of Terry Pratchett's embodied.) "It is a fact that although the Death of the Discworld is, in his own words, an anthropomorphic personification, he long ago gave up using the traditional skeletal horses, because of the bother of having to stop all the time to wire bits back on." And that's the final quirk I'll mention: DEATH has a horse named Binky. 

The Book Thief has a very different idea of Death.

Set in WWII, The Book Thief follows the story of a young girl whose father was a communist and whose mother has to give her up for adoption because she's running, Liesel's younger brother dies before they reach their new home and she steals her first book at his frozen train-side grave: The Gravedigger's Handbook. Her story amid Hitler's influence in her small German town, and her struggle as her family harbors a Jew is captivating for everyone . . . including Death. 


Unlike DEATH in Discworld, Death does not have a witty undertone or quirky traits. He is also not the main character. Rather, he is the narrator. This is an interesting way to tell Liesel's story because of the unique insight Death has into everyone's lives, especially those who come in contact with Liesel. Death is also not what he seems. 

I was sitting in the movie theater watching a random film everyone said was really great. As the previews ended and the movie began a beautiful, soft, male voice spoke from the screen. It was Death; I have never thought of him the same again. 

So what made such an impression? What is so different about Marcus Zusak's Death? Let's begin with his physical description.


This is a photographic excerpt from the book. If you've never read it, Death will often make comments of truth, his opinions, thoughts, foreshadowing, basically anything important, and they will be placed in this format. So this is Death's description of himself. I've never been quite sure what to make of it. But needless to say, it's a fascinating way to think about Death. 

Death also will describe the world in color.

“***A SMALL THEORY***
People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and its ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them. ”

At one point Death describes Rudy's hair as the color of Lemons, at another time he says, "The day was gray, the color of Europe." And when describing humans he simply says, "So many humans. So many colors." Its peculiar to think of Death as one who would notice color. A black-and-white, death-or-life, figure and he thinks in color. And why does he think in color?

Death: "Personally, I like a chocolate-covered sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see - the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax."

So here are some of my final thoughts on The Book Thief's Death. He is kind. He notices color to relax. He tries to avoid humans but remains fascinated by them. His appearance does not follow our stereotypical perception of him. Instead, we must find a mirror to see him. He insists that "even Death has a heart." And as he carries souls he can simultaneously say, "It kills me sometimes, how people die," and "Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die." At one point Death expresses the duality of existence: "I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant." In The Book Thief, Death is the great observer, the one who much watch. But, most of all Death is curious and compassionate, leaving him "haunted by humans."


Death as a corporeal frame haunts our fairy tales, our fantasy novels, our poetry, our plays. The universal antagonist, Death keeps ever present in our minds the fact that we must each live our lives and eventually die. And that knowledge creates a frightening as well as exciting transition we don't understand. This is why Death can live in literature. We continually seek to understand and contain the concept of death, literally leading to a personification: Death as one of us. And I think in the process we've stumbled on some truth. We may end our lives weary, but at least we eventually find rest. I doubt we will ever be as weary as Death who whispers, "My heart is so tired" and he cannot die. Though we may not think of DEATH's loneliness, Mort does. "It struck Mort with sudden, terrible poignancy that Death must be the loneliest creature in the universe." I doubt we will ever be as lonely as DEATH, because at least we have the unity of each facing life together, though we must each face death separately. All I know is I hope Death is something like the personifications in Marcus Zusak's and Terry Pratchett's imaginations, the witty and compassionate Death that lives in literature.

-Natalie Cherie

Monday, July 7, 2014

Becoming Published: My Continual Pursuit


Law and Disorder by Maynard Dixon (My essay is an analysis of this painting in a specific Honors format. It has been published in an online BYU journal for freshman honors papers.)

Becoming published is a dream of mine that I never thought I'd achieve. Now I realize that it is simply the dream I'll always keep pursuing. I first became published when I won second place for an Honors Paper when I was a freshman. I remember crying when I received the email letting me know. I'd felt like I'd arrived. and I had. But that accomplishment was not like crossing off the bucket list or checking the box for my "to-do's." Instead, I wanted to try again. So, that's what I've been doing. Here are my first two published essays. I hope they are of merit, and I can say for certain that they are polished drafts. I hope you enjoy them.


Ophelia's Grave by the Royal Shakespeare Company (This is a creative non-fiction personal essay about my experience coming to terms with life and death. It was published in the online edition of BYU's Inscape, the on-campus literary journal.)

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Experiencing Hā in Hawai'i


Hello! So I'm going to backtrack a ton and take you all the way back to April. Life has been a little crazy with Spring Term and my editing classes, and now working full time. But I'm bound and determined to begin blogging again so here we go.

 Towards the end of April, Spencer and I went to Hawaii to attend his brother's wedding. I went snorkeling for the first time in Hanauma Bay and was chased by a sea turtle. I saw all sorts of fish up close and had to crawl along coral in the shallow parts, trying as hard as I could to not touch or
damage anything. Earlier in the week, we visited Pearl Harbor, and I walked along the USS Arizona Memorial. It was quite sobering to see the ship still sunken beneath us, to hear the stories of the men who still lie under the water, and to think of the day that is still remembered or taught by those who experienced its horror. Almost 1,000 men claim the Arizona as their final resting place. And as you look out one can see buoys marking the ends of the enormous ship as well as orienting us to where we stand in the middle, near the gun turret, which shows above the water.


In the distance, the USS Missouri stands as a monument to the surrender of the Empire of Japan, ending WWII. For America, the war ended only a few hundred yards away from where it began.

Eleanor Roosevelt kept a small poem in her wallet all throughout WWII, it read:
Dear Lord
Lest I continue
My complacent way
Help me to remember
Somehow out there
A man died for me today.
As long as there be war I then must
Ask and answer
Am I worth dying for?

During the rest of our vacation, we had a blast visiting the Polynesian Cultural Center, visiting the beaches, going through the Laie, Hawaii Temple, celebrating weddings, and exploring the area. So our rental house was right off the coast giving us a beautiful view, and a beautiful sunrise every morning. Every so often I would just lie in the hammock and listen as the waves rolled in and ebbed out. The ocean in Hawaii was very different from the ocean that seemed to attack the cliffs of Tintagel, England, or even the freezing salt container that I dashed in and out of on the coast of the Isle of Wight. And I just loved listening.

The sound was steadier and less forlorn that the waves in England, Laie's waves calmed me when I was agitated, and comforted me when I was homesick. Jason, my six-year-old little brother, had called me early one morning not understanding the fact that our time zones were different. I guess he'd been looking at my pictures on facebook and just had to call and find out where I was and what I was doing. I woke up to the cutest voice-mail, and I realized that this was the first time Jason had taken the time to call me on his own, without asking anyone else for help, or the words to say.

It was near dawn. I opened the curtains, stepped out into the breaking day where perpetual waves set the rhythm of our breaths, and I just sat there listening. I often miss home and it's more poignant when people leave voice-mails. It brings into focus the reality that their lives are continuing outside of my sphere and that I am missing it, just like I missed their phone call. It is bittersweet because I'd rather receive the message, but the sad necessity for it is always on my mind. Needless to say, I called Jason back and had a lovely Sunday morning talk with him. It was the perfect way to start my day. Even if the melancholy waves of Suffolk would have been more appropriate, the happiness of Hawaii was like balm to my mind.

So this is George the Gecko. Can you see him? He scared me in the bathroom one morning, and I thought you might all like to meet our temporary pet from the past. :)

We also got to go to the Sea Life Park and play around with dolphins, sea turtles, seals, penguins, manta rays, sharks, birds, and all sorts of beautiful animals. JJ had worked at the park as an intern a few years back, so it was fun to see him visit the people he's worked with and even the dolphin he'd befriended. They were super kind to us and let us pet the dolphins, and Spencer and I actually worked with their Wolphin. This cross-breed was unintentional, but the mother dolphin and father whale won out and had baby wolphin. The coolest part though is that unlike most inter-breeding offspring (mules for example) the wolphin isn't sterile. I thought that was pretty cool. Also, I got super sunburnt, which was very painful. And I drank out of a pineapple. Just thought you should know.

JJ and Hannah got married! It was a beautiful sealing in the Laie, Hawaii Temple and it was fun to dress up in traditional dresses, and lava lavas. The reception had a string quartet and a little table set up on the beach to hold the cake. We danced and socialized, and I was amazed at how easy-going and peaceful the whole thing was. Towards the end, JJ picked up Hannah and ran into the water with her and it was all very cute and romantic. They had actually gone cliff jumping the day previous for their invitation (or rather, for-you-information-we-eloped cards). My favorite part though was the Laie Temple. It is so beautiful! We did both an endowment session and went to the sealing. The session took us through multiple rooms which had beautiful murals painted on the walls. One room was the creation, one room was the garden of Eden, and the last room was the earth. It was stunning. The view coming out of the temple is also wonderful since it is literally a straight shot down to the beach. The trees make a column on each side, as though they are watching as the eternal couple walk through an earthly paradise, as they ponder their potential for an eternal paradise.


The day we went to the Polynesian Cultural Center, we took the morning to go to the beach. We made sand art and sand castles, and we watched to see if we could spot the little crabs that scuttled around their holes and mounds. I, deciding it was okay to be cliche, drew Spencer's and my names in the sand. It was actually super hard since I had to time it just right so I could snap a picture before the waves came and swept it away. After playing a while, we decided to go spend the rest of the day at the PCC, since it was our last day and we would be flying out that night.

We tried to do everything, and being fairly successful got to take part in grass weaving, spear throwing, a Tahitian wedding ceremony (where Spencer and I renewed our vows), the water parade, Fijian tattoos, bamboo stick music, Tahitian dancing, Hawaiian hula dancing, Tongan drumming, learning about Tapa, a Aotearoa (New Zealand) greeting ceremony, and learning about Samoan ways to use the coconut. There were chickens everywhere! They would just walk around in all the parking lots, and villages. So I decided to get Jason a stuffed animal chicken. I also made a fish on a fisherman's line in the Tongan grass weaving activity, and I got a warrior princess tattoo painted on in the Fiji village. There was also a small area dedicated to the Easter Islands, which we know very little about. I was surprised to learn that explorers had found the island with few people, all of which were living in a state of squalor. Yet, the remnants of betters days such as equipment for dolphin hunting, large boats, and moai (statue heads), showed that something dreadful had happened to reduce these people from their former well-being. Leaving the island, the explorers returned some fifty years later to find everyone dead. The Easter Islands are now just the ruins of a Polynesian civilization.

Well, Hawaii was amazing! It was a fun adventure with lots of learning, new experiences, and beautiful sights. Seeing houses on slits, new species of vegetation, chickens, sea animals, and the cultural dances and clothes was eye-opening. Hearing the waves, people's everyday talk, new languages, and the Polynesian chants was entrancing. Feeling the spirit and happiness of our Campbell Clan as JJ and Hannah got sealed in the temple was perfect. I can't wait till I can go back because Hawaii truly has the Hā, the breath of life. 

~Natalie Cherie