Wednesday, August 13, 2014

A little mid-week poem

"Five Chimneys"
by Brittany Cardinas

A slope of grass
   descends,
    ending abruptly
at the shallow end.
Black rocks
          peek out
      as white foam
                 cascades
                       over--
At times gentle,
At times harsh.
   Above,
the house of
grey stone
and five chimneys
observes the oscillating affair.
So much to say.
Nothing
 to say.

Friday, August 8, 2014

Mardy Bumming with the Arctic Monkeys


Happy midnight!
I just got home (finally snuggled in bed) from an Arctic Monkeys concert at Staples Center. In my experience, concerts either cause you to love a band/performer so much more or devastatingly less, and with the Arctic Monkeys, it is clearly the former. Alex Turner, with his slicked-back hair and intriguing hip movements, has an aura that commands attention as soon as he walks on the stage. (Okay, and perhaps his aura also give off a pompous vibe, but hey, he's a rock star.) His voice, somehow simultaneously hollow yet rich and deep, is as captivating live as it is on recordings. The entire band contributes to their compelling presence-- the drummer, guitarist, and bassist remained engrossed in their music throughout the entire concert, and it's evident that each member puts in an abundance of time and effort into his work. 

They opened, of course, with "Do I Wanna Know", inevitably included performances of oldies such as "Mardy Bum" (a forever favorite) and "Old Yellow Bricks", and so many other captivating performances of their songs, including a three-song encore. I especially enjoyed the abundant use of strobe lights, spotlights, and various types of light thingamabobs I'm sure I've never heard of. At one point, everyone in the audience held up their phones with their flashlights illuminating the darkened stadium like stars in the night sky. That was my favorite part: feeling suspended in the sky surrounded by twinkling stars. Below is a picture of it along with some other photos from the night. I wasn't able to get any close ups from the suite box we were sitting in, but these photos should suffice. 




Goodnight, and shine bright like an iPhone. xo B


Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Song of the Summer

"I Follow Rivers" debuted in 2011, so it's been around for a long while, but I re-stumbled upon it during a random shuffle on my iTunes playlists a few months ago, and it's definitely my song of the summer. It's has that European je ne sais quoi and brings about positive vibes during coastal drives and drives through the city. Also, you can't help but think of De rouille et d'os and La vie d'Adรจle while listening to it. You just can't.

"I Follow Rivers" by Lykke Li





Tuesday, August 5, 2014

An Ode to Ernest Hemingway

An adventurous, afflicted, pensive man once said, 
"Write hard and clear about what hurts."
Here's to you, Ernest.


"An Ode to Ernest Hemingway"
   by Brittany Cardinas

To write hard and clear about what hurts,
One must write, and one must hurt.
There is certainly no shortage
Of hurt in this world,
So one must never stop writing.
The world should be laden
With so many pages
That we find solace and commiseration
Around every street corner
And riverbank,
Every cobblestone path,
Every mountain pass,
Every rain cloud,
And every particle of dust from
Deserts and attics and lonely corners
Rarely frequented.
So hurt and write
And find comfort.
Such is life.



No longer a Sassenach to the Outlander Fandom

 On beginning the book and the television series:
(Don’t worry, for your sake—and mine— No spoilers included)

So last week, I just began reading Outlander. First published in 1991, the ongoing book series, which was recently joined by an 8th novel, is acclaimed internationally. My sister Jasmin first recommended it to me years ago, my mom’s cousin in Germany has read every single Outlander book that’s been translated into German thus far, and now I’m only left with regret for not reading it sooner. Recently, my friend Lindsey and I have started a long-distance, two-person book club and are reading the semi-historical, semi-fantastical story together.  (Wow, that was a lot of hyphens in one sentence.)



Diana Gabaldon’s writing is eloquent and captivating, making the roughly 800-page novel well worth the read. As of yet, here are a few of my favorite quotes from the first couple chapters:  

  • “It’s a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here.”
  • “Getting up once in the dark to go adventuring is lark. Twice in two days smacks of masochism.”
  • “With no nearby city to veil the sky with light, the stars here held undisputed dominion over the night.”

What makes it more exciting for me is that the book is set in Scotland, and I only just got back last month from my holiday in Scotland, so reading about places I've just visited, such as the Scottish Highlands and the city of Inverness, makes me feel more connected to the story I think, than I would had I not been there. I can still vividly picture the ruins of Urquart castle and feel the fog encompassing me while boating on Loch Ness, so when it’s described in the book, I resonate with it all.

I’ll post more about the book after I’ve finished reading it, because in this post, I’d also like to focus on the new Outlander television series! The red carpet premiere occurred just last week, only 2 hours south from me at San Diego’s Comic-Con. It will officially debut on the Starz network on August 9, but Starz has made the pilot episode available online one week in advance. 

Let me tell you: It lived up to the hype.




The first episode, titled “Sassenach”, covers the first three chapters of the book. Of course, there were minor discrepancies here and there, as with all book-to-television or book-to-movie instances, but that can only be expected when you’re trying to cram pages of characters and description into the exposition. Despite omitting certain characters and scenes from the first three chapters, the episode stayed true to the essence of the story.

My favorite scene in the episode was the dance of the druid maidens clad in white. Ethereal and beguiling, the scene was even more mesmerizing than I had imagined it to be while reading the book. I also quite enjoyed the scene with Claire’s frantic run through the forest while an overture of bagpipe music ignited excitement in the hearts of the audience (or maybe just me). I’ll stop there with scene descriptions so as not to give away any storyline or plot for those of you who are still Sassenachs to the Outlander fandom.




The decision to cast Caitriona Balfe was a good one, in my opinion, as she comes pretty close to how I imagine Claire in the book. However, she did smile too much for my liking in the first half of the episode, for her character anyway, although I get that all the optimism was just to mask her underlying unhappiness and discontent. As an aspiring actor, I do understand the need to not “play the problem,” so I understand a lot of her acting choices in the scenes.  It was a bit excessive, that’s all, especially being aware of Claire’s thought process in the book. However, it might just be a personal preference thing, and I thought her performance throughout the rest of the episode was excellent. As for Jamie, Sam Heughan was the perfect actor to cast for his character.


I’m pulsating with excitement for this whole series, especially because it consists of so many elements my soul resonates with: forests and fog and rain and Europe and adventure and myth and history and beautiful accents. What isn’t to love? (besides all that smiling)



Monday, August 4, 2014

Scotland Reminiscing


So I spent a couple weeks of last month in Scotland, and I can't help but reminisce about it every day. We stayed in Edinburgh, which is the country's capital. As with all European cities, it's a conglomeration of old with new, and I was enamored with its old world essence. But I'll let more stories of my trip unravel on the blog in the next few days along with pictures I took while on my holiday. Here, I've posted a few of my photos so you can partake with me in this Scottish bliss. Speaking of which, I think I'll head downstairs and make myself a spot of Scottish Breakfast Tea, accompanied by a piece of Highland shortbread… or two.



Naturally, finding a bagpiper wasn't difficult.



And let us commence with a poem:

I sometimes write poetry, but not as often as I should, and I'm not half as good as I'd like to be. But we'll start this blog off with a poem I wrote yesterday while wearing my new star-covered pajama pants I got in Scotland last month. A bar of swiss chocolate also played a part in my inspiration.


"Coruscation"
by Brittany Cardinas

I look to the stars in bleak moments.
The night sky is dark, but beautiful.
Perhaps it parallels
This darkened world—
Perhaps it evidences that
This nebulous life can glisten,
If only we stop looking to the
Duplicitous sun for content.