I didn't watch the Grammys last night (my dad wouldn't let me) but I did hear that Adele won a whole ton of awards including pop vocal album, album of the year, record of the year, best pop solo performance, song of the year, and short-form music video.
That's pretty amazing if you ask me, and while she isn't my favorite, congrats to her.
I also noticed that the Disney movie Tangled won a grammy for best song written for visual media. I pretty much love that movie, and the song that won the award is on my ipod playlist! :)
Monday, February 13, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Favorite Superbowl Commercial
Last night was the Superbowl, and while many people watch the games, there are others who watch only for the commercials. There were many funny, serious, and enjoyable commercials, however, my favorite was the movie trailer for the Hunger Games. This movie is released to theaters on March 23, and this preview was the first to air on TV.
Hunger Games Movie Trailer :)
It is very likely that not very many people saw it on TV. It was toward the very beginning, before the game even started. I'm pretty sure I only noticed it because I was looking for it!
Hunger Games Movie Trailer :)
It is very likely that not very many people saw it on TV. It was toward the very beginning, before the game even started. I'm pretty sure I only noticed it because I was looking for it!
When The Ice Melts
There are some things words cannot describe. The deep feelings of love felt by a mother for her child, the care and protective nature instinctive in oldest children for their younger siblings. The initial attachment only grows as the years pass, even when the adored child is now resting in peace.
The most daunting moment arrives as the baby is lowered into the ground. The mother’s face is eerily calm, starkly contrasting the distress and grief apparent in the previous weeks. No tears fall, the eyes stare without seeing, yet she would give anything to deaden this moment, to make it go away, to join her breathless babe.
Hot tears of shame roll down the oldest child’s face. Through no fault of his own, his brother is dead. He failed to protect, failed to lead, failed to support. He will never get the chance. A small whimper escapes his lips as the sorrow, pain, and guilt becomes too much to endure.
The father is doing his best to comfort his children, grasping his wife’s hand in his own, hiding his pain. The youngest child wraps her little arms around his sturdy leg, understanding that he is hurting more than he shows. The tiny gesture becomes too much, and he finally succumbs to his sorrow.
Those watching are unable to handle the awfulness of it all. The tears of the father causes widespread sympathy for the defeated family, the tragedy becoming more real with every passing moment.
Inevitably, months pass. The novelty and sadness felt by spectators soon becomes a distant memory as it was destined to be. However, the pain never leaves the family.
The most unbearable moment comes when it snows. The thought of the helpless child lying in the cold, unforgiving earth alone without love or comfort becomes too much. The mother becomes desperate, begging and pleading for her child to be returned to her. Happiness felt by others becomes intolerable as the winter drags on.
As time somehow passes and spring arrives, the torturous pain lessens. Never disappearing, and never far from thought, but acceptable, bearable. When the ice melts, the hurt is still present, but so is the knowledge that one day, they will meet again. When the ice melts.
The most daunting moment arrives as the baby is lowered into the ground. The mother’s face is eerily calm, starkly contrasting the distress and grief apparent in the previous weeks. No tears fall, the eyes stare without seeing, yet she would give anything to deaden this moment, to make it go away, to join her breathless babe.
Hot tears of shame roll down the oldest child’s face. Through no fault of his own, his brother is dead. He failed to protect, failed to lead, failed to support. He will never get the chance. A small whimper escapes his lips as the sorrow, pain, and guilt becomes too much to endure.
The father is doing his best to comfort his children, grasping his wife’s hand in his own, hiding his pain. The youngest child wraps her little arms around his sturdy leg, understanding that he is hurting more than he shows. The tiny gesture becomes too much, and he finally succumbs to his sorrow.
Those watching are unable to handle the awfulness of it all. The tears of the father causes widespread sympathy for the defeated family, the tragedy becoming more real with every passing moment.
Inevitably, months pass. The novelty and sadness felt by spectators soon becomes a distant memory as it was destined to be. However, the pain never leaves the family.
The most unbearable moment comes when it snows. The thought of the helpless child lying in the cold, unforgiving earth alone without love or comfort becomes too much. The mother becomes desperate, begging and pleading for her child to be returned to her. Happiness felt by others becomes intolerable as the winter drags on.
As time somehow passes and spring arrives, the torturous pain lessens. Never disappearing, and never far from thought, but acceptable, bearable. When the ice melts, the hurt is still present, but so is the knowledge that one day, they will meet again. When the ice melts.
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