January 31, 2004

What was it that I ate for lunch?

I had a tasty lunch today: fried eggplant layered with ricotta cheese and spinach with a thin horseradish sauce, eaten on pita. Yum. But what the heck was it called? Two foreign words....yup, can't remember. And I've done extensive web searches on possible names and ingredients. I guess I'll just have to call the restaurant, but that seems embarassingly low-tech.

Meanwhile, I'm wondering if Chopsticks moved or closed in Squirrel Hill, as I was reading Munch's lastest culinary adventure in the paper. I hope it is still open, as I have a bogo coupon. If it has been turned into an Indian restaurant, I'll be a mixed bag of emotion. I do love samosa, but the cuisine as a whole is too tomato-heavy, thus rendering it inedible and frightening. Then I wonder if their samosas would really be that good anyway; my sister-in-law made some rather tasty ones for Thanksgiving one year and may have ruined me forever.

Speaking of food, how do they make mustard relish at Steak and Shake? Is it really just mustard and relish? If so, is it sweet relish or dill?

Good news. A quick search showed that Chopsticks is at 2018, and Indian Oven is at 2020. They must've moved before I knew that they existed. :)

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January 29, 2004

Worms of the electronic sort...

The MyDoom worm is mildly frightening, mainly because it has taken an interest in my delightful acad email account. I got several of the "undeliverable" messages, and the appropriate virus attachment. I didn't open it, yet I'm still freakishly running a virus scan at least twice a day (the at start-up one, and then my paranoid "did it work?" scan later in the day, when the web appears to be getting slower).

I do feel like I'm in on the ground floor though, since my virus messages came on Monday. ;)

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January 27, 2004

Libraries, and lots of them.

All this talk of medieval books, language and Chaucer makes me think of Robert Cotton, my favorite librarian in history (second only to my lovely sister, the cataloger extraordinairre).

Cotton had, I think, one of the most interesting methods of cataloguing books: by the busts of Roman emperors. Of course, he was apparently a walking card catalog, so it didn't really matter that his collection was organized in such a strange fashion. (Example citation: Tiberius B.V. f.56v, which turns out to be an Anglo-Saxon "world map." Presumably you'd find this on the shelf underneath the Tiberius bust.) C.J. Wright of the British Library says this of Cotton's library:

The Library of Sir Robert Cotton (1571-1631) is arguably the most important collection of manuscripts ever assembled in Britain by a private individual. Amongst its many treasures are the Lindisfarne Gospels, two of the contemporary exemplifications of Magna Carta and the only surviving manuscript of `Beowulf'. Early on in his career, Cotton had advocated the foundation of a national library of which his collection would form a part... he was always generous in the loans he made other scholars.

Which leads me to wonder about other notable libraries in Britian, of roughly the same time period. I did a quick search and came up with Cambridge and Oxford. Oxford's Bodleian Library has an interesting site with scanned images of manuscripts from the 11th century to the 17th. Cambridge's library has an interesting retrospective of it's past 600 years, and gives a short description of a library during the 1400s.

The rooms were fitted up for the storage and reading of books with wooden stalls or lectern cases bearing framed catalogues at their ends, and portable stools; the books being chained against theft.

So, that sounds a better outfitted than Cotton's. Or, at least they aren't mentioning the busts of Roman Emperors. [Side note: what would it take to get catalogued under Nero? Books about fire? Fiddles?]

And who could pass up the mother of all libraries: the Library of Alexandria, which burned. Speaking of the ancients, Aristotle also kept a library.

Ancient geographer Strabo said Aristotle “was the first to have put together a collection of books and to have taught the kings in Egypt how to arrange a library."
Thus, Aristotle was not only in acquisitions, but was also a cataloger.

Which leads us to the present debate, which my sister and I frequently have (she's a cataloger with the Library of Congress). How is the Internet changing libraries? Should libraries catalog and preserve web sites, even though they are constantly changing (many libraries are attempting this in some manner)? How would you accomplish this task without big problems (esp. in funding, national lines, etc.)? Libraries collect letters and journals of some people, should they be preserving personal writing like weblogs? Who determines what's of value on the Internet? What type of "card catalog" will the web have? What role will search engines play? And doesn't Google stink when compared to library-style methods of classification? You don't get categories and subheadings in Google - it won't tell you where to "see also."

To me, it seems like libraries are at the early stages of classifying and preserving the web, much like Cotton was when he was cataloging according to emporer. It took forever for libraries to evolve, and there is no absolutely consistent classification system. Seton Hill is still going by Dewey. Major libraries are using LC. See the dilemma? Yikes. All this makes me glad I'm not a librarian. ;)

Posted by Julie Young at 11:27 PM | Comments (2)

January 26, 2004

Caution! Girl with Cart!

It's been 21 days since I last did laundry. I finally ran out of socks, so I deemed the most appropriate time to do my wash was during tonight's ice storm. Fabulous! Since all my clothes wouldn't fit in a laundry basket, I had to use my huge Rubbermaid tub.

I attempted to make one of my friends help me over to Sullivan, but she was busy...so I would've had to wait. I'm impatient, so I found a silver cart instead. It looks like a cart a milkman (milkperson?) would use.

How wonderful.

I plopped my laundry bin on it, and wheeled it down and out the Canevin art department doors so I wouldn't have to encounter any steep inclines or stairs. Now, the nice thing about the cart was that it added stability to my trek across the sidewalks and over to Sullivan. I surely would've fallen on the unsalted (or formerly salted) sidewalks. However, the cart and I managed to run into (not literally) 5-7 people I knew who recognized me.

Which caused me to say, "Hey look, I have so much laundry I need a cart!"

Har har.

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January 25, 2004


When I have a moment, I'll have to remember to read this link about dreams. It looks rather interesting.

I have dream #4 of the 12 universal dreams, by the way. Usually I'm standing on top of the Queens Road house and it's on fire.

In other news, it's been noted that my weblog is becoming a little dry. A wee bit too heavy on Pygmalion, perhaps. Or maybe I'm just working really hard so that my little site here becomes a man.

Ha ha.

Posted by Julie Young at 10:48 PM | Comments (3)

Forms, Women and Pygmalion

"So for example, an acorn is the form of an oak tree. That it has that form is not obvious from looking at it, but under the right circumstances, an oak tree is what it will become." - Clowney
Aristotle's vision of the form mirrors the story of Pygmalion and Galatea. For example, the statue Pygmalion sculpts is the acorn that will sprout into a tree. It's the seed of a woman, but the sculpture holds the seed of the woman in it.

The form defines what the sculpture can become. Because "art is the imitation of the ideal," the statue of Galatea is the imitation of the ideal woman. However, by defining the ideal of a woman in marble, Pygmalion issues the form of a woman into the sculpture. Therefore, the sculpture becomes human because it was instilled with the human form as an imitation of a woman.

Best yet, two other people (at the time of posting) make more sense than I do on this subject. Read on.

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January 24, 2004

Copying the Cathedrals

Plato taught that art is merely an imitation of a form -- a copy of a copy that cannot be trusted. [Let's put aside the thought that much of Plato's writing consists of him creating a copy of something Socrates discussed, and Aristotle? Just a distorted rendition of Socrates and Plato. Ha! None of them are to be trusted!] In Raymond Carver's short story, "Cathedral," the husband draws a cathedral so that Robert (who is blind) can experience it.

However, the husband may or may not have ever seen a "real" medieval cathedral. Those cathedrals are so different from anything in the U.S.; first, because they are so old, and second, because they were a hand-made communal effort. If the reader assumes that the husband never saw a "real" cathedral, he's merely reproducing an image that he saw on TV. Yet, he knows what a cathedral looks like enough to draw a rough sketch of it to explain to someone else what a cathedral looks like.

The husband's cathedral drawing isn't even viewed by Robert. Instead, it is felt. Robert places his hand over the husband's to feel his movements. Then, he traces the indentation that the pen made on the paper.

According to Plato, Robert isn't reaching the truth. Instead, he is like the people in the "Allegory of the Cave," not knowing what reality is because all they know is a fabrication. However, Carver seems to indicate that Robert finds the truth in the copy of a copy of a cathedral at the end of the story. It doesn't matter what the cathedral looks like -- what ends up mattering most is the relationship that is formed because of the copies.

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January 23, 2004

More Henry Miller.

Henry Miller is that Tropic of Cancer guy. Now, I knew that (mostly thanks to Cape Fear), but I kept confusing Henry Miller with Arthur Miller. Then I thought, no, wait a second, what did I read by him?

The Turn of the Screw.


That would be Henry James. But I've got it all figured out now...

Side note: When trying to figure out the literary references in Cape Fear, I wondered how the creepy Cady guy could get such mirth out of Tropic of Capricorn and such, because I was busy thinking about James' long-windedness. But then I thought, "Hello, phallic references by the bagful" and dismissed my uncertainty.

Posted by Julie Young at 09:40 PM | Comments (0)

Google loves me. I'm very afraid.

A few days ago, I got an email from a high school student, asking permission to use my "The Prophet's Hair" paper as evidence supporting an in-class essay that he wrote that his teacher marked down.

My first question: my paper from British Literature II (sophomore year) was easily accessable on the Internet?

I did a quick search on "The Prophet's Hair" (exactly like that), and I was on the second page of results. Immediately I knew what had happened. Before I uploaded any of it, I inserted no robot meta tags onto each paper. They worked, however, I apparently created some very descriptive paper titles, like "Sacred and Secular in the Prophet's Hair." Well, no kidding, then that somebody found the paper, because I didn't include a special meta tag on my actual portfolio page. Now one is there, but it'll be another 30 days or so before all of my random papers remove themselves from the web.

Naturally, I'm worried about plagarism. I work hard on my papers, and don't want anyone else to copy/paste me. Even at that, I'm just a college student, formulating an idea...I could be way off base, people!

Anyway, my high school student. I told him that he'd be better off just talking with his teacher, and not bringing in a stack of papers as "proof." Especially if it's my paper. Plus, he didn't really tell me what he wrote, and why it would be wrong. He just accused his teacher (in a well-written manner, I might add) of confusing the Rushdie story with The Lord of the Rings. Having not seen that particular cinema masterpiece, I had no clue what that meant. I also suggested that if he really wanted to use my paper, he might be best served by reading up on my works cited page, and going by them. Anyway, in his response, he sounded mildly annoyed, and said that he wasn't planning on plagarizing me. I hadn't thought he would, as he already wrote the paper, but whatever. I hope it went well for him.

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January 21, 2004

Need a laugh?

Okay, so this is sort of random and lame, but you'll find yourself laughing like a maniac....yes, it's Eric Conveys and Emotion.

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January 19, 2004

Who blogs and why?

While there are blogs that i read because the ideas are interesting even though i don't know the author, there are very few journals that i read that i don't know the author. The content is often not relevant to me in those cases. I mean, when my friends rant about their jobs, i want to read about it, but not necessarily when the whole world does. There's a relationship difference. - zephora, misbehaving.net

I was roaming around blogdex when I discovered this great discussion on men blogging more than women. It does an interesting job defining the difference between a journal and a weblog, mainly through the comments.

I almost agree with the above block quotation -- it's hard to read a journal-type weblog without some sort of introduction to the person. It's easier to read someone's weblog of links because it takes less of a relationship, and less backstory. Of course, where do you draw the line between journal and memoir? If it's a good memoir, is it still a journal? I say no. I think of memoir as more of a stand-alone story that could pass for fiction if you wanted it to. A journal can't seem to shake the trappings of non-fiction. A journal doesn't transcend the individual and speak to the universal like a memoir does.

But maybe I'm biased, as I'm not big on journaling. I have years worth of paper journals to prove that...I wrote in them every day, often expressing how tired I was, and how I would just prefer to go to bed instead of write in my journal. I like creative writing, but I'm not as comfortable "making stuff up" for a short story as I am writing a memoir. I must belong to the "write what you know" school of creativity.

Therefore, I think that weblogs can be divided up into three classifications: news commentary, journal, and memoir. News commentary is of course current event links with discussion, and "private" journals are dear-diary type reflections focused on the individual. The memoir weblog is more public, and even though it rests on an individual, it assumes little to no prior relationship, and therefore speaks to the universal.

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January 18, 2004

Lorem Ipsum Dolor.

This would be the result if someone ate my blog and spit it out in Latin.

What fun! The Eater of Meaning was found via Sarcasmo's Corner.

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Who is that in bed with Henry Miller?

In need of a new planner, I headed out to Barnes & Noble for a replacement. Last year I stumbled upon an I Love Lucy planner from there that was not only extraordinarily discounted, but also had a nice layout. So, I wanted one like it.

I found another year of the I Love Lucy Trivia calendar, but even though I liked that last year, I needed a change. I found one with the theme "Literary Encounters," which features Jill Krementz's photographs of writers, and not surprisingly Kurt Vonnegut is on the cover. I'm not sure how it will be to look at his unruly hair all year, but oh well. Rather fun, although a little heavier than last year's planner.

Anyway, next week features a picture of Lawrence Durrell and Henry Miller in Miller's bedroom. Heck, in his bed. They are covered up with blankets, but it doesn't look like they are wearing pajamas, exactly. Miller may be, but Durrell looks like he is wearing a suit shirt, from the way he is holding the blanket over his chest.

This causes me to wonder: Who is this Durrell fellow? Apparently Miller is his mentor, and they were avid letter writers. You learn something new every day. Anyway, it's one of the more overtly staged photos in the planner.

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January 17, 2004

Useful elements re. tragedy

While reading Aristotle's Poetics for Media Aesthetics, I came across some pretty handy stuff for writing tragedy! [Which we will all be doing for Eye Contact this semester, right-o? Submissions due Friday, Feb. 13.]

Tragic, indeed:

  • Imitation of action that is complete, serious, has magnitude
  • Plot is the soul of tragedy; character secondary
  • Inspires fear and pity (best when this comes as a surprise)
  • Reversal of situation, opposite of what we think will happen
  • Recognition - change from ignorance to knowledge, coincides with reversal
  • Scene of suffering - destructive/painful action, such as death, injury, bleeding taking place on stage.
  • Fear and pity result from inner structure of the piece, esp. if you want it to be good
  • What's terrible or painful? Tragic incident happens between loved ones (Oedipus kills father), not enemies (War? Yawn. Civil war? Exciting.)
  • 4 goals for character: good, propriety, true to life, consistent
  • Tragedy has two parts: complication and unraveling

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  • January 15, 2004

    What a great day!

    Here's an example of the pace of construction at Seton Hill. It's called moving dirt.

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    Beauty in “Cathedral” and the Pygmalion Legend

    Keith's blog entry about "Cathedral" inspired me to post this...

    Raymond Carver’s short story, “Cathedral,” echoes the same theme as in the legend of Pygmalion (by Ovid) – fascination with beauty. In “Cathedral,” the husband is at first repelled by the blind man, but by the end of the story, he is entranced by the feeling of his own drawing. In Pygmalion, the sculptor doesn’t see the beauty in earthly women, but finds his true love in his own sculpted creation. Both suggest that the nature of the art is what is most beautiful.

    In “Cathedral,” the husband is scared of Robert, the blind man, and doesn’t want him to visit. Carver writes, “I wasn’t enthusiastic about his visit. He was no one I knew. And his being blind bothered me….A blind man in my house was not something I looked forward to” (Carver). The husband does not see a blind man as a suitable human being to share his company, and he is jealous of the relationship that Robert could have with his wife. Like the husband, Pygmalion also “abhors” a certain type of human – a woman. “Pygmalion loathing their lascivious life, / Abhorr’d all womankind, but most a wife” (Ovid).

    However, both opinions change when they encounter art. After Pygmalion sculpts his beauty, he falls in love with it. “Almighty Gods, if all we mortals want, / if all we can require, be yours to grant; / Make this fair statue mine, he wou’d have said” (Ovid). When the statue becomes human, Pygmalion embraces it and is happy in love with a creature he once scorned.

    In “Cathedral,” once the husband begins to draw with Robert, and feel the blind man’s hand resting on his own, he too falls in love with his creation. “His fingers rode my fingers as my hand went over the paper. It was like nothing in my life up to now” (Carver). The husband also experiences a conversion to the beauty of his own art, just like Pygmalion fell in love with his creation.

    Essentially, both stories represent art as beautiful – more beautiful than human creatures. The creation of the artwork appears to be most beautiful to Pygmalion and the husband, even though they previous rejected the human element of the art – women and the blind man.

    Posted by Julie Young at 06:13 PM | Comments (0)

    January 14, 2004

    Presentation day!

    I'd like to thank everyone in Media Aesthetics for being a great audience for my presentation. :)

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    January 13, 2004

    Getting the most out of your academic weblog

      Private vs. Public
    • Anyone can read this: professors, classmates
    • Don’t write about your love life or last weekend’s activities unless you want your professors (or the academic dean) to read about it
    • Take caution when complaining about classes or classmates
    • Also, watch what you write – don’t link to pictures of you doing anything illegal while at school. Someone will invariably turn you in.
    • As with everything, try not to make hasty generalizations about issues, and don’t be offensive to people or groups!
    • Don’t start out your homework assignments with the title: “Homework.” That is very boring. Few will actually read it.
    • Add links and use them well. Don’t type out the address – make the words describing the link be the link.
    • Don't plagarize, and attribute what you "borrow."
      Foster Discussion
    • Comment on other people’s blogs. It makes them feel loved and needed.
    • Intellectual sparring is okay, but few people enjoy personal attacks
    • If you write it, it will be misunderstood
    • Use emoticons when you think you might be taken the wrong way (but don’t use them when blogging or commenting on a serious or professional issue)
      The Upside
    • Your own weblog not only gives you a handy personal publishing outlet, but it also is much better than jweb's forums.
    • You get to know your classmates better. Make friends through your blog.
    • Future employers might read your blog, and might want to hire you because of it.
    • Well-thought-out weblogs aren’t born every day – just look at the recently updated lists of Blogger.com and LiveJournal. You’ll stand out in a crowd.
    Helpful hint: before you click “save,” highlight and copy it should MT foul-up. Also, thanks to all of you who provided examples for this educational purpose... ;)
    Posted by Julie Young at 09:59 PM | Comments (25)

    January 12, 2004

    Portfolio Unleashed!

    My portfolio is "finished" (polished?) and ready for mass consumption. Here's a link, or use the one on the sidebar.

    Posted by Julie Young at 05:56 PM | Comments (2)

    January 11, 2004

    No worries?

    I'd call this senioritis. I only have one book for my classes so far. The rest are in the post. Normally, I'd be freaking out. However, I haven't even cleaned out my binders from last semester. Nor have I made my color-coded schedule. Nor do I have a planner because my "I Love Lucy" one ran out in December, or so I just noticed.

    Yet, I'm oddly calm.

    I wonder if I need loose leaf?

    My greatest desire happens to be buying a new outfit. ...80% off winter clothing at the Limited on Thursday. Hot dog!

    People are moving back today, I and should be consumed with installing virus software on the 50 computers on my two floors. Luckily, several people have agreed to assist. The things I do for free room and board!

    Posted by Julie Young at 12:19 PM | Comments (2)

    January 09, 2004


    Random deleted spam comment of the week: "Insanity is forgetting to believe a few lies."

    I'm not sure if I buy into that one. Too cynical?

    In other news, I've discovered that I may be one of the few people of my age group that enjoys prunes. Sure, they call them "dried plums" now, but they are prunes to me. Two of my friends tried a prune tonight, and had adverse reactions.

    I like to eat them especially after I eat pistachios.

    I'm nearly done decorating the floors. Only two duty boards to go! One day of Spring RA training left! One semester left! :)

    That's probably it for now.

    Posted by Julie Young at 11:36 PM | Comments (9)

    January 06, 2004


    My online portfolio is nearing completion, and I return to the Hill tomorrow. (Bet ya didn't expect a snapshot of a Canevin/Lowe room.)

    Meanwhile, since my last post I've polished off The Pilot's Wife by Anita Shreve, and determined that Sami on Days of Our Lives likely has mulitple personalities and is the serial killer. Indeed.

    Posted by Julie Young at 10:10 PM | Comments (1)

    January 03, 2004

    What I did on Christmas break...

    Every break I like to set goals for myself. (Yes, I realize I sound like Stephen Covey...) Sometimes I am lucky and get to work over break, which becomes an automatic goal: make money. Sometimes my goals are a tad daunting (like the break I thought I'd sell myself on the writer's market), and others are strictly utilitarian. This break's goal was twofold: first I was going to relax, and then I was finally going to produce my online portfolio (you know, the one I've promised every professor since sophomore year).

    In order to relax, I thought I'd chuck my bookshelf of "literary fiction" out the window and read some fun stuff. Needless to say, last summer I got bored of every "literary" author I ever read (Margaret Atwood included, excepting Louise Erdrich). So bored of my usual, I decided to read light things and watch lots of TV (even do both at the same time!) in order to completely clear my mind of foolish notions like education.

    What follows is my reading list:

  • Welcome to Temptation, Jennifer Crusie. I am not a romance reader, yet I am strangely addicted to her novels. This one had a random dead body in chapter 10, yet wasn't a murder mystery! Hot dog!
  • Angels & Demons, Dan Brown. A mystery, but not scary. I don't like scary. However, I found this novel to have way to many twists and turns for a 12-hour timeframe, especially when the hero was trapped in the archives and thought it appropriate to break stuff.
  • The Saving Graces, Patricia Gaffney. Pure schmaltz. I almost didn't read it, and tried to read Jinxed by Carol Higgins Clark instead. CHC cannot write; ergo, I couldn't read. I went back to Gaffney and ended up weeping. That equals a good schmaltzy read for me.
  • Visions of Sugar Plums, Janet Evanovich. I usually enjoy Evanovich, as she writes non-scary mysteries that usually make me snort with laughter. However, this one was a Christmas story with no point. Yawn. Worse yet, it was supposed to be a novella, and the publisher decided to make it look like a novel with larger print, blank pages at chapter breaks, and then a recap of nearly every Evanovich novel at the end. Big yawning rip-off.

    For more brain-numbing fun, here is a list of the TV programs I've been regularly viewing: Good Eats, 30 Minute Meals, Sara's Secrets, Trading Spaces, House Hunters, What Not to Wear, All My Children, One Life to Live, Days of Our Lives, General Hospital, Family Feud...need I humiliate myself more? And, can you tell I'm a girl? I love soap operas in general...I don't know why. I don't even need to see them every day or even every week to know what is going on. It's inherent within my soul. ;) Except when they make child characters age super-fast, that's always confusing.

    Anyway, I've also been working on my online portfolio. Arg. I keep chucking site designs -- I'm on my third now, and I think I'll stick with it. However, I have a minor dilemma: should I link to Word documents, or should I turn papers into HTML files? I was thinking I'd just link to Word documents, but then I realized that they will still require formatting -- headings have to become uniform, and sometimes I randomly save Works Cited pages on another file to get rid of that unsightly number in the corner. Some papers have title pages, some don't. See the problem? And then I have my major worry -- what if someone plagarizes my fantastic papers? Scary scary! But, nothing's stopping anyone from plagarizing my 60-some online e-magnify/envision articles or even my blog entries. So that is where I am right now. Contemplating. Oh, plus, do I even want to include all that stuff from the "liberal arts curriculum"? I already had Senior Sem and turned it in...according to my handy portfolio checklist, I really don't need that tripe....or do I???? Well, I can stick it on later if need be. Okay.

    Anyway, some sort of TV is on that I should be watching.

    Posted by Julie Young at 11:07 PM | Comments (2)
  • January 01, 2004

    Wishing you into a cornfield...

    New Year's means the Twilight Zone marathon on the Sci-Fi channel...and that means that I get to see the cornfield episode, "It's a Good Life." This is one of my favorite episodes, second only to everybody's favorite, "Nightmare at 20,000 Feet." (That's the one with William Shatner and the crazy monster guy ripping at the airplane wing...)

    Why do I love the "It's a Good Life" episode so much? Well, because I also wish people into a cornfield...it's just that it doesn't work as well for me as it does for the little boy. It sounds great to remove irritating people and things from your planet, however, this little boy is actually quite mean. He can read people's minds, and if they aren't thinking good, happy things, they are sent away. I'm not into mind control; I'd just prefer the uncanny ability to remove irritants from my universe.

    The other disturbing aspect of the episode is that the little boy wants everything to be "good." If they aren't good, they get the cornfield. Therefore, when the little boy makes it snow and it threatens to kill all of their crops, his parents are forced to tell him that he did a "good" thing because they are afraid of angering him. Same with when he turned one of their friends into life-size jack-in-the-box. So, these people are being forced to be positive...forced to agree with a tyrranical ruler. It suits the Cold War well.

    Wondering why I blogged about this? Just to remember the name of the episode, mainly....

    Posted by Julie Young at 11:53 PM | Comments (2)