Be braced for musical nerdiness

Last night I went to Inception with my dear brother Tim Pierce and my mum. I enjoyed the movie very much and we discussed it quite extensively after. One thing we neglected to discuss, though we would not have had time to do so as completely, was the music. I might be the only one who noticed... I certainly was not awake enough at the time to clearly verbalise much of anything much anyhoo.

I, being a musician, was intrigued by the key the scores were in. For some time now I've been doing what you could call an independent study on the musical theory and style on music used particularly in movies, and the effectiveness of the music in movies (and in general) for manipulating emotions. I have found this quite fascinating. Inception however threw a curve ball at me. Most of the music was a major key (non musically theoretical translation- happy (read not scary or depressing) or exciting music) especially in the scenes with the most intense action. This surprised me. More frequently, the music in intense scenes is a minor key (nmtt- eerie, scary, sad or tense music) with few or no accidentals (nmtt- notes that don't fit the key). But in Inception, in the most mind bending, contemplative moments was C minor chuck full of accidentals, which perplexed me because it would have made more sense to write it in E major.

Throughout the movie, there was a wonderful sense of symbolism. Musically, I wondered if the accidentals, breaking of rules of musical key signature, had anything to do with the characters breaking the rules of reality. You'd have to see the movie to understand.

I'd love to dialogue with any of you about this :) or any of the movie for that matter.

Oh dear =/

:: blow, sweep sweep, dust:: My my! There really is a blog here under all this dust. Poor neglected thing. I'm sowwy dear; I will forget you no more. Oh! You look half starved. I know this is no valid excuse but I have been to busy doing school, music and protecting myself from small bits of metal (hehe... Ask me later) to feed you those wonderful little thoughts you enjoy.

I know it ben a while since I've last posted. Nothing blogworthy of note. No amazing ' I've never thought o it that way' moments, no 'haha wow that was stupid' moments to be shared (or at least none that I'm allowed to post (Love you Carmen <3)).

Well, I am going off to Training Minds Ministries debate 'camp' in Colorado Springs in a bit here. Gonna see my cousins and grandparents while I'm out there :). I'm really excited. Yep, I'm one of those nerdy (not geeky. Difference) people. But I think you, my faithful readers know that. I sure hope you know that =P.

This summer has been rather a bit of a disappointment really. So I look foreword to having tremendous amounts of fun out thattaway. I'll be missing the first day of school and the first day of orchestra. Oh well. Nothing in life is free (unless you're my mum. Are you my mummy? ;])

I'm really not looking foreword to the number of people going off to college from Axis who I have been just getting to know. And all the graduating seniors from NCFCA :(. ::sigh::

I do think that's all for now.
I'll post more as soon as I have something to say.

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Another one of my Deep Thoughts... and my FAVOURITE MOVIE. IN ONE POST!

"My name is Doug. I have just met you, and I love you." "...and I love that man there like he is my master. " " I hide under your porch because I love you." "You are my friend and I love you."

Doug the Dog is a perfect example of how God wants us to love others. He loves. And loves. And loves some more on top of that. Doug loves this grouchy old man, for no apparent reason. He continues to love him no matter what Carl says or does to him. Carl despises Doug and ignores him, nigh on abuses him. Doug continues to show love to the loveless old man. I wish I could love like Doug. To love no matter what others do to me. To love without fail. To love like a dog. I wanna love like a dog. There I said it. I WANT TO LOVE LIKE A DOG!

I find it easy to love people. It is the way I am. I enjoy loving people. But when it comes to loving no matter what someone says or does to me, I find my limits. I find it harder to love when I feel hurt by someone. Should I just choose to stop feeling hurt? Ignore what other people say that hurts me? Maybe. Should I continue loving them even when I want to hate them? Certainly. Another time when I find it hard to love is when I don't feel loved myself (which, to keep things clear, is very infrequent). But when I make myself love people particularly when it is hard, I find that it is the time I feel most... humm how do I say this without sounding selfish? loved back. Love is like a liquid. a magical liquid where the more you pour out of your cup the more you get put back into it (with interest =] ). If that makes sense.

(This is not gonna be one of those posts where I give you a thousand things to think about at once. I promise)

How about loving someone when they reject you? Now that's fun. No, really, its really hard. But it pays off in the long run. I can't really share an example but trust me. It does.

I have to go but I will leave you with this thought. LOVE LIKE A DOG!

I'M ALIVE

I know you all are insatiably curious. It's my birthday. I'm on my way back from Awanita. I'm facing a 18 hour bus trip. Wedged between Cakestraw McCraw Master of the Cotton-Eyed Robot (Cougs/Josh/my colourblind little brother and pillow) and Teddy Bear, in front of Mr. Cupcake, behind Jaws and across from Spanky, we all sit watching Peter Pan. Again. It's the official Pipeline movie and gives way to the official chant (as aforementioned in previous post). My pink teddy bear Chai has become an object of much lust somehow. Everybody wants to cuddle with him.

There are pixie sticks.

On a different note, you would be amazed how much junk about 20 girls can bring to camp. It is truely frightening. Also frightening is the number of unaccounted-for cuts, bruises and minor abrasions I can find on me. I am surprised however that I am not worse off. We were deep in the mountains of North and South Carolina. Lots of steep inclines and slipery rocks Put it together. Oh and there's an ice cold lake at the bottom of the hill that my 'cabin' was on. Just think on that. We had to walk just about a mile up and down hills and around the mountian to the mess hall. I think we all lost weight. And gained scars. Oh, and there were two trips to he hospital. Yes. Two.

I'm very bored. I've slept on Josh, Bailee and Maison, I've read in my Bible, in Sophie's World, Jeeves in the Offing, and the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxcy. My head is on Maison's pillow on her lap, I am laying across my seat, slung across the aisle and my feet are on Josh's lap. I feel nausiated.

It's amazing how much one particularly short boy with hysterical bed head can rattle off semi useless and astoundingly random information.

It's been an emotional, teary week and I am drained. I may post more later.







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The revenge of Cougs, Care Bear and Sparky the Owl

Ok. This post is written from a bus, a bus full of hyper middleschoolers on the way to camp. It's way loud. Were singing VBS songs. It's also 7 am. We've all been up since 5 or earlier. Earlier in my case. We all have settled on our nicknames, some new made up for some antic this morning, some older with intricate backstories. We have Skittkes, Cougs and Care Bear and Sparky the Owl(me). Shorty has an ipad 0_o. I was dubbed Cougs' honourary 'mommy' by his sister to keep him in line and to make sure he doesn't get too high on pixie sticks and Five Hour Energy. Or at least make him share :). Spike went with a brigh green, sparkly Mohawk. We rock. Go for awesome coloured hair! Alex (yes. It's a nickname with a very intricate backstory) is brave and sitting between Cougs and Care Bear. I admire her strength. Sawyer is being a human 'Bopit'. Lots noise here. Polkadot is texting Tutu and they're sitting together. SJ and Highliter aren't here and that's depressing. Cici is somewhere. I really don't know where. Everybody is chanting "I do! I do! I DO believe in fairies!" every hour in the hour. Pipeline tradition and official chant. I think that's all for now.


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A splash of summer. ( ok that was corny)

Hello my dear followers! As several of you know, this summer has brought about a few changes for me this year. But I'm not gonna blog about that. So to commemorate those changes , I will do all of my summer posts in yellow. Now that that very important matter is been (yes, I said it that way, I meant it that way, and if you disagree, I will glare at you) dealt with, on to less important business.

In honour of my brother JACOB DEAN!™, I will be blogging about water today.

Water is a distinctly integral part of summer! Think about it! From hoses, sprinklers and pools to water balloon fights to the beach and ice in your lemonade. Water is everywhere in summer. and ya know what? I love water.

Water. It's the most needed thing on the planet. It keeps you alive, it can kill you. Water can be a gas, liquid and a solid, but all of us who passed preschool know that. EVERYBODY has experienced water. How amazing is that? (How many things can you really say that everybody in the world has in common? Several I'm sure, but don't spoil my fun, you critic, you.). Many of the most popular sports require water: Skiing, swimming, snowboarding, ice skating (and yes, I will be going ice skating this summer =]) and dancing in the rain. THEY ALL REQUIRE WATER!

But that gets me thinking. Rain. Its also an integral part so summer and the cool thing is, it's water.[insert several paragraphs on how rain is formed and how it benefits the entire world] I think I like rain better than anything else (yes, even hugs, but its an indefinite thing). It's awesome. I love the sound ( www.rainymood.com [also compliments of JACOB DEAN!™]), I love the feel, I love the thunder and the lightning, as long as it is not preventing me from being out in the midst of it. * is thirsty, leaves the computer and gets a very big glass of water. *

I will leave you with this quote:"Would it be possible to kill someone by spraying oxygen and hydrogen at his face at the same time, thus creating a water vapor around his head?" -- Guess who.

Thanks JACOB DEAN!™

Thinking out loud here. Well, on paper (it's not even paper really!) I guess. Here, let's call it the thought of the day. That works well!

Scientifically speaking, which colours really exist? I mean all colours we see, we see in the negative, and other colours we don't even see at all. Is green orange? Is black white? It does not make sense!

Then, on top of that, our human eyes can't see all the colours that other animals can see! Every living creature has colour receptors in it's eyes. People have three (red, yellow and blue) but other animals have more! There is a kind if crab that has five colour receptors! That means there are at the very least TWO more primary colours that people can't see! I don't even know how to imagine or what to call those extra colours! More over, why can't we see them (beside the obvious lack of colour recptors)???

(I just noticed that I type faster on my iPod than on a real keyboard...)

And then is the more confusing matter of the images we see. Which side is up? In grade school we were all taught that when our eyes first see something, before our brains register the image, our eyes see the thing we are looking at upsidedown! Now why by all the letters of the alphabet does that happen? I don't know. It seems that what our brains register our eyes to be 'seeing' is quite the opposite to what is really there!

What a creative God we have!