Fred Astaire vs. Edward Cullen: Cinema is Dead

Why is Twilight more popular than Shall We Dance?

Why is Iron Man so well known while Paris When it Sizzles has been buried in the archives?

I am disappointed in today’s cinematic productions.

Don’t get me wrong, there are some great movies being made still. But the Golden Age of cinema is well behind us.

Today we have couples like Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes, Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt, Will and Jada Pinkett-Smith that dominate the big screen. That’s cool, right?

But guys… Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. Audrey Hepburn. Carey Grant. Lucille Ball. Humphrey Bogart. Those were the stars.


The movies of that era were pure genius. And they weren’t bad. The majority of the movies released today are rated R or PG-13 because today’s culture thrives on strong language and sexual sin. Not all the movies of the 40’s and 50’s were completely innocent, but they weren’t dropping F bombs left and right and they didn’t have explicit sex scenes.

They were clever and beautiful and anyone could watch them. Parents didn’t have to worry abouwhat their kids saw if they took them to the theater.

We need to bring that back. We need My Fair Lady again. We need Carefree and Casablanca and Arsenic and Old Lace.

Cary Grant

They taught something  besides that it’s ok to sin, that it’s acceptable to sin. They taught us to seek the good and make it work out.

What do movies like Pineapple Express, Black Swan, and Fifty Shades of Grey teach us? To sin and sin abundantly.

What does To Kill a Mockingbird, The Long, Long Trailer, and The Father of the Bride teach us? To love and forgive and do what’s right.

That’s why I think cinema is dead. There are still good movies around. But not in the same way. Not with the innocent agenda that the oldies possessed.

shall we dance

What are your guys’ opinions on the evolution of movies? What about today versus the 50’s? What are your favorite old movies? I would love to converse with you!

The Hoopla-Chiatto

I recently got a job in a hotel here in Alaska. I work in the gift shop/espresso bar. I now have an understanding of the frustrations of baristas.

Among other things is dealing with people ordering “regular coffee” without telling us what size or if you want room for cream.

I don’t understand what you want.

Need more info.

Anyways, I posted about it on Facebook. One of my friends said something along the lines of “just convince them that the triple shot espresso hoopla-chiatto that you’re handing them is the norm.”

And I loved the name Hoopla-chiatto so much that I invented it today.

It’s basically a latte, except with a little bit of vanilla, caramel, hazelnut, Irish Cream, and almonds syrups, adding up to about two shots of flavor.

So, go to your favorite local coffee shop and order and a Hoopla-chiatto. Tell me what you think.

Golden Boy and Wild Thing go on an Adventure

So, to explain the title a bit, my mother has dubbed my boyfriend Golden Boy. I am, naturally, Wild Thing. We sound like superheroes and it’s cool.

Now, about our adventure. Hiking. 15 miles. Steep hills and bogs. Sunrise. Climbing rocks. Much, much more.

We set out bright and early because Golden Boy wanted to watch the sunrise with me out there (all my girl readers go ‘awww’).


We hiked the trail backwards, meaning we got the steepest incline over with first. And it was steep. The cold, somewhat thinner air didn’t help with the breathing. People, I just came home from Mississippi, about as sea-level and flat as you get. And suddenly I was hiking up hills in Alaska. I sounded like I had asthma.

To help though, the last time Golden Boy had hiked the trail, he left little notes for me along the way. Super cute, I know.

After getting the hardest part over with, we watched the sunrise from a pretty nice view. Then we continued on, our next goal being to get to ‘his rock’.

We made a couple stops along the way to his rock, one of them at a different rock, which we climbed halfway way up to this spot he called the crows nest. That’s what it looked like. Just big enough for the two of us. We sat there and talked and watched the sky for a while before heading on our way.

When we finally got to his rock, about 9 miles in, we felt rather accomplished. His rock is the highest spot on the trail. From there, you can see the hills going on forever in all directions. In the distance the mountains broke the monotony of green hills with their cool white angles. There was a bit of a breeze, but besides the slight rustling of my hair against clothes, it was completely quiet.

We felt like the only two people in the world.

For a few minutes everything was absolutely perfect. It was just us, taking in the glorious sight of the abundant hills, completely silent. I didn’t want to leave, but if we didn’t get moving, my mother was going to think we had gotten eaten by bears.

Not even joking.

The rest of the hike was somewhat uneventful besides me rolling my ankle a bit and Golden Boy carrying my backpack for me (which, by the way, was rather heavy)

Every once in a while he would carry me through the boggy parts. He didn’t want me to get my feet wet.

The last three miles were quite miserable, we were both slowly dying from hunger, even though we had food. We didn’t want to stop long enough to eat it. My knees, ankles, feet, and left shoulder were all hurting and I’m sure he wasn’t the feeling the greatest either.

But let me tell you, after ten hours of hiking, Subway tastes like manna from heaven. It was the best sandwich I had ever eaten in my entire life.

And afterwards Golden Boy massaged my feet. So I was happy.

Any of you guys enjoy hiking? I want to hear some of your stories!

Confessions of a Ninja Ballerina: Placement Classes

I recently went to Mississippi for a summer dance intensive at Ballet Magnificat. In order to get put in a level you have to take a placement class. I went last year, so I kind of knew what to expect from placement class that first day. But that doesn’t make it any easier.

For any of you who have done a placement class or audition of any sort, you know what it’s like. You know what to expect, yet nerves course through your body every second, your mind buzzes with the combination, trying desperately to perfect it before the judges glance at you. The fear of messing up can be almost crippling sometimes.


Yet, we push through. Here’s a couple things to keep in mind in placement classes/auditions:

  • Do your best. I know, it’s cliché and overused, but if you honestly give your all into everything, you’re going to feel pretty good about yourself. Holding back, whether consciously or subconsciously will cause regret and a lot of ‘what if…?’.
  • Breathe. Sure, this seems pretty easy, but dancers tend to hold their breath a lot during fast combinations, or even just hard ones. When you don’t breathe, you get tense. Tense muscles don’t move in a nice, flowing way. So just remember; in. Out. In. Out.
  • Smile. A lot of times, the judges are not only looking for technique, but also a nice performance quality. So smiling a little doesn’t hurt. Or just any emotion at all. No robots.
  • Enjoy yourself. You’ll never be happy with a placement class if you see it as just another things you could possibly fail at. Look at it like a normal class, with all sorts of new things to learn. Remember how much you love dance and just be happy that you get to do what you love.


So what kind of placement class experiences have you had? I’d love to hear about them in the comments!

Confessions of a Ninja Ballerina: Strength

I’m a ballerina. My legs are super strong, so are my feet.
But, my arms? Nooooot so much.
I’m woman enough to admit that when I first started taekwan-do I could barely do ten push-ups, and that’s only going half way down.
Needless to say, I wasn’t the most impressive person there.
Over about four years of TKD, I didn’t improve much, mostly because I avoided push-ups like plague.
But there was hope.
One of my coworkers, Aaron, started making the kids in the class we teach together do push-ups. Of course, I was expected to set a good example and do the push-ups too.
So, every week, twice a week, I would grudgingly sink to my knees, straighten my legs until I was on my feet, and stretch out into a less-than-fantastic push-up position. We would then proceed to do 10, disgusting, horrific push-ups.
I still didn’t improve much. Maybe I got through the ten grueling push-ups a little easier, but I still couldn’t go down too far.
Then I realized that I didn’t actually want to improve that much. I hated push-ups, so why be good at them?
Lately I’ve been pushing myself a little bit more. Going down just a touch farther and forcing myself all the way back up, no matte how hard. I won’t pretend it’s purely self motivation that propels me through my least favorite exercise at TKD. The teasing from the guys helps a lot. Besides Aaron, we have an army dad taking classes. He likes giving me a hard time about my push-ups, all in fun, but still. Drives me to show them that I can do push-ups too.
I have most definitely been improving though. I can get almost all the way down for the first five.
I suppose the only point to this blog post is that striving to do better at something is half the battle. If you don’t want to improve, you won’t.
So go do your push-ups like a man.