Alright so I know Chelsea threw down with her own take on this movie (awesome) but I figured it was only right to hear my side of the story. Now there are some things I would say I agree with her on and some things I might talk a little more about.
First off, I would say that I rather enjoyed this movie. I have never read the book (although after a bit of post-viewing research, sounds pretty cool) and thought the movie was pretty well constructed. To summarize, a deadly virus has killed 90% of the human population, 1% are immune to it, and the other 9% are turned into what are known as dark seekers (vampires essentially) that feast on the immune people. It has been three years since the virus spread and Will Smith's character is the last human on earth. I felt the whole notion of the modern vampire was well conceived and actually very real. The idea that we ourselves mutated due to a virus was quite interesting. It brings what is normally 'legend' or 'fable' to a level of the very real life. The movie gives a horrifying realistic sense that this could possibly happen and for that you are overwhelmed with depression (as Chelsea pointed out) as to what has become of the human race. Most scenes build up a slowly burning tension that tightens your nerves and makes you lean toward the edge of your seat. It's very thought out story and carefully planned shots make the movie a wonderful thriller for 2007.
As far as the monsters go, I felt they were rather lacking. I don't know what it is but a reliance on CG effects has seemed to hinder this movie. I am all for digital effects but seriously make them look realistic. Each time they appeared on screen I felt like I was instantly transported to 1990s and the release of the Mummy (Again I know Chelsea mentioned this - but I feel its worth noting as we both said it during the movie). SPOILER DEAD AHEAD (Argh!):
Also the arrival of Anna (I think thats her name) seemed a little rushed and unnecessary. She just seemed like a pointless character and only around to continue the story. The ending seemed a little cheesey and a little too mainstream. From what I read about the book's ending, that was a far better tale. The whole idea of being a legend is sort of warped into a whole new meaning that the movie never really hits on. Of course I am probably only commenting on this because I read about the book's ending and such. It is a good thriller movie, though depressing.
Monday, March 31, 2008
movie review: i am legend
rylan will probably add his own review to this, but let me just take a moment and give a very girly review of this movie.
DEPRESSING...
and im not going to give anything away by telling you that this man lives all alone in NYC with just his dog. yes, that sounds ideal, and at moments he makes it look kind of fun, but he gets so crazy lonely that he talks to mannicans (and even tries to hit on one- weirdo!). it was just totally depressing and SPOILER ALERT (don't continue reading)
the only thing i cared about in this entire movie was the dog. so of course you know it's gonna die. it gets turned into a vampire dog while trying to save big will- and then he has to kill the dog himself. and i hate unanswered questions. can someone please explain to me why will smith is immune?! PLEASE!
overall i dont really recommend it. it's sad and a total downer and there isn't really a redeeming ending. and the vampires are weird looking and reminded me more of "the mummy". so there's the girly opinion of a stupid boy movie!
DEPRESSING...
and im not going to give anything away by telling you that this man lives all alone in NYC with just his dog. yes, that sounds ideal, and at moments he makes it look kind of fun, but he gets so crazy lonely that he talks to mannicans (and even tries to hit on one- weirdo!). it was just totally depressing and SPOILER ALERT (don't continue reading)
the only thing i cared about in this entire movie was the dog. so of course you know it's gonna die. it gets turned into a vampire dog while trying to save big will- and then he has to kill the dog himself. and i hate unanswered questions. can someone please explain to me why will smith is immune?! PLEASE!
overall i dont really recommend it. it's sad and a total downer and there isn't really a redeeming ending. and the vampires are weird looking and reminded me more of "the mummy". so there's the girly opinion of a stupid boy movie!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
More to do about the Atlanta thing
A little more about Atlanta...
So after Coke World, we rushed ourselves over to the Aquarium to swim with the fishes. I have to say it was a pretty neat place. They have multiple areas of interest that is filled with various types of sea creatures. The decoration around the tanks makes you feel like you are undersea along with them as sea-life swims over your head. Chelsea would have to say the Sea Otters were her favorite, as they always are. I would have to say I lean toward the jellyfish - there is something about the way they peacefully float in a sea of blue. It was definitely a fun place.
For dinner that night we drove down to the local Chipotle. Now this is a big deal as we haven't had Chipotle since our leaving of the AZ. It was a main staple of our college diets and it was good to have it once more. It was delicious. Chelsea's uncle didn't seem to happy about the place as he couldn't understand why we had to drive through the city to find a fast food restaurant - when a Mexican restaurant was just down the street. I think it was more about the idea of Chipotle then the actual food. It is food and a place that we have good memories associated with. Memories of Arizona and of friends. And they do make a mighty fine burrito.
The next day we were set to head back to Savannah. It was a short time in Atlanta but probably won't be the last. It was very nice meeting her aunt and uncle and it was time to say good bye. We left their house and before leaving town stopped at Ikea (another piece of home for the home) to pick up some supplies. Our plan was to order a couch, in which we are in desperate need. Unfortunately upon arriving we found delivery to be over six hundred dollars (almost double the price of the couch). So we skipped that idea and would later order one online (still waiting on it). We did pick up some other things while we were there however.
After Ikea we planned to check out the Atlanta Art Museum as we weren't due back into Savannah until late in the evening. And after getting a little lost and then finding our way again we made it to the white building that is the High Museum. The exterior reminded me somewhat of the Getty Museum. Inside, we went straight to a Louvre traveling exhibition that I was keen on checking out. For some reason I have this obsession with Paris. I have never been, but have always wanted to travel there. That is probably why I chose to take French in high school, while Spanish would have probably been the better choice. There is just something about it - I just like the idea of Paris I suppose. And in Atlanta, I was able to see some stuff that normally would have resided in Paris. It was like I was actually there (except not really). But how the hell am I supposed to know, I let my mind pretend for a few hours. It would have helped my illusion if the museum people all spoke French, instead they stuck to English (probably ate Freedom Fries also). It was a great way to end our traveling while on Spring Break. I put my Art History classes to work and was able to see some of the art we actually studied. It was quite funny to happen upon a piece in the Museum that was actually quite smaller then I originally thought. In the art book it was just represented through a picture and therefore I guessed the size around a foot tall (next time I need to pay attention to the bi-line for the work in which it indicates the size.) Apparently, the actual piece was an inch tall to my surprise. And I have to say studying art in a book can't even compare to seeing it in person. While looking at the real thing you almost get a sense of its history by the very presence of the object. You realize that this piece has survived thousands of years and will outlast me or you. You see the fine details and how the artist was able to construct the work. You see every inch of it, an idea that no book could ever be able to grasp. I hope to return to the High Museum when they change their Louvre exhibit so I might visit my faux Paris once again. Until then Atlanta, until then.
So after Coke World, we rushed ourselves over to the Aquarium to swim with the fishes. I have to say it was a pretty neat place. They have multiple areas of interest that is filled with various types of sea creatures. The decoration around the tanks makes you feel like you are undersea along with them as sea-life swims over your head. Chelsea would have to say the Sea Otters were her favorite, as they always are. I would have to say I lean toward the jellyfish - there is something about the way they peacefully float in a sea of blue. It was definitely a fun place.
For dinner that night we drove down to the local Chipotle. Now this is a big deal as we haven't had Chipotle since our leaving of the AZ. It was a main staple of our college diets and it was good to have it once more. It was delicious. Chelsea's uncle didn't seem to happy about the place as he couldn't understand why we had to drive through the city to find a fast food restaurant - when a Mexican restaurant was just down the street. I think it was more about the idea of Chipotle then the actual food. It is food and a place that we have good memories associated with. Memories of Arizona and of friends. And they do make a mighty fine burrito.
The next day we were set to head back to Savannah. It was a short time in Atlanta but probably won't be the last. It was very nice meeting her aunt and uncle and it was time to say good bye. We left their house and before leaving town stopped at Ikea (another piece of home for the home) to pick up some supplies. Our plan was to order a couch, in which we are in desperate need. Unfortunately upon arriving we found delivery to be over six hundred dollars (almost double the price of the couch). So we skipped that idea and would later order one online (still waiting on it). We did pick up some other things while we were there however.
After Ikea we planned to check out the Atlanta Art Museum as we weren't due back into Savannah until late in the evening. And after getting a little lost and then finding our way again we made it to the white building that is the High Museum. The exterior reminded me somewhat of the Getty Museum. Inside, we went straight to a Louvre traveling exhibition that I was keen on checking out. For some reason I have this obsession with Paris. I have never been, but have always wanted to travel there. That is probably why I chose to take French in high school, while Spanish would have probably been the better choice. There is just something about it - I just like the idea of Paris I suppose. And in Atlanta, I was able to see some stuff that normally would have resided in Paris. It was like I was actually there (except not really). But how the hell am I supposed to know, I let my mind pretend for a few hours. It would have helped my illusion if the museum people all spoke French, instead they stuck to English (probably ate Freedom Fries also). It was a great way to end our traveling while on Spring Break. I put my Art History classes to work and was able to see some of the art we actually studied. It was quite funny to happen upon a piece in the Museum that was actually quite smaller then I originally thought. In the art book it was just represented through a picture and therefore I guessed the size around a foot tall (next time I need to pay attention to the bi-line for the work in which it indicates the size.) Apparently, the actual piece was an inch tall to my surprise. And I have to say studying art in a book can't even compare to seeing it in person. While looking at the real thing you almost get a sense of its history by the very presence of the object. You realize that this piece has survived thousands of years and will outlast me or you. You see the fine details and how the artist was able to construct the work. You see every inch of it, an idea that no book could ever be able to grasp. I hope to return to the High Museum when they change their Louvre exhibit so I might visit my faux Paris once again. Until then Atlanta, until then.
Back in the ATL
Ok so I am trying to wrap up our Spring break adventures and time keeps on passing into nothingness and I can't see to write fast enough. This adventure will someday end in a passage about Easter and the last day of Spring Break. But for now I am on our trip to Atlanta or as I've heard it been called, the ATL.
The day was March 19th when we packed our bags yet again and begun our journey to a new and unfamiliar place. Paige from my work had agreed to watch the dog for us - so we wouldn't have to worry about her for the trip. The drive would be around 5 hours as we trekked West into the country. I decided to pass the time reading My Boring Ass Life. This may have been a bad idea as the road was bumpy and the words were jumpy and i suffered a headache. But really, I had nothing else to do. The scenery upon this trip is pretty much like everything around here, a dense forest as far as any eye could see. Sometimes it would break for fields, but those weren't much to look at either. I do remember though at one point I fell asleep and when I awoke, Atlanta had arrived.
We made our way through the city and to Chelsea's aunt's house. This is where Chelsea and I would be staying for the duration of this trip. Her parents decided to crash at a hotel - lucky... It was gracious for her aunt to offer their home to us however. I had never met her before and it was nice for them to agree to take us in. As we arrived she had made ribs for us and we chowed down. The next morning was scheduled for us to check out Coca-Cola World - a place my dad has only heard of in legends (He is a big collector of Coke material and merchandise). Before the night ended and after Chelsea's parents had left I was quickly sat down and questioned on my intentions with their niece. Including me avoiding the question of marriage from yet another source - awkward...
We arrived downtown in Atlanta and I felt it should have been bigger. I don't know what I was expecting but perhaps taller buildings downtown - or more of them. I guess I was looking for a New York or Los Angeles, but like Phoenix, Atlanta just spreads out rather then grows tall. Coke World was pretty much straight in the downtown area and actually right next to the Atlanta Aquarium (we had tickets for it at the conclusion of our Coca-Cola adventures). All I would have to say is my dad would love this place. It has an unbelievable collection of stuff that can't really be described. My favorite part was probably the intro movie which was a mockumentry and continues the story of what happens when you put a quarter into a coke machine (you may have seen these commercials). This intro movie lifts up and enters you into a world of Coca-cola goodness. You get to see how a Coke is made, take pictures with the lovable polar bear (did you know polar bears are the most dangerous mammals in the animal kingdom -kevin smith per Batman producer), check out some Andy Warhol sketches, and drink as much coke and coke products as your heart desires. The last piece of the tour is the tasting room. Here you can taste various products that coke makes from around the world. They have everything imaginable and things you can't even believe is a drink. Upon leaving this area I felt sick from the sugar and of course in a Disney-esque style, The tour ends with them dropping you off in a gift shop. They had some really neat stuff here and I was able to pick up some stuff for my dad which I think he will like. Another cool thing was they were playing the Format - kinda strange on this side of the states! Almost felt like the AZ again.
The day was March 19th when we packed our bags yet again and begun our journey to a new and unfamiliar place. Paige from my work had agreed to watch the dog for us - so we wouldn't have to worry about her for the trip. The drive would be around 5 hours as we trekked West into the country. I decided to pass the time reading My Boring Ass Life. This may have been a bad idea as the road was bumpy and the words were jumpy and i suffered a headache. But really, I had nothing else to do. The scenery upon this trip is pretty much like everything around here, a dense forest as far as any eye could see. Sometimes it would break for fields, but those weren't much to look at either. I do remember though at one point I fell asleep and when I awoke, Atlanta had arrived.
We made our way through the city and to Chelsea's aunt's house. This is where Chelsea and I would be staying for the duration of this trip. Her parents decided to crash at a hotel - lucky... It was gracious for her aunt to offer their home to us however. I had never met her before and it was nice for them to agree to take us in. As we arrived she had made ribs for us and we chowed down. The next morning was scheduled for us to check out Coca-Cola World - a place my dad has only heard of in legends (He is a big collector of Coke material and merchandise). Before the night ended and after Chelsea's parents had left I was quickly sat down and questioned on my intentions with their niece. Including me avoiding the question of marriage from yet another source - awkward...
We arrived downtown in Atlanta and I felt it should have been bigger. I don't know what I was expecting but perhaps taller buildings downtown - or more of them. I guess I was looking for a New York or Los Angeles, but like Phoenix, Atlanta just spreads out rather then grows tall. Coke World was pretty much straight in the downtown area and actually right next to the Atlanta Aquarium (we had tickets for it at the conclusion of our Coca-Cola adventures). All I would have to say is my dad would love this place. It has an unbelievable collection of stuff that can't really be described. My favorite part was probably the intro movie which was a mockumentry and continues the story of what happens when you put a quarter into a coke machine (you may have seen these commercials). This intro movie lifts up and enters you into a world of Coca-cola goodness. You get to see how a Coke is made, take pictures with the lovable polar bear (did you know polar bears are the most dangerous mammals in the animal kingdom -kevin smith per Batman producer), check out some Andy Warhol sketches, and drink as much coke and coke products as your heart desires. The last piece of the tour is the tasting room. Here you can taste various products that coke makes from around the world. They have everything imaginable and things you can't even believe is a drink. Upon leaving this area I felt sick from the sugar and of course in a Disney-esque style, The tour ends with them dropping you off in a gift shop. They had some really neat stuff here and I was able to pick up some stuff for my dad which I think he will like. Another cool thing was they were playing the Format - kinda strange on this side of the states! Almost felt like the AZ again.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Old Writings of Times Past and Stories Lost
“What are you doing boy?” the girl asked in a most inquisitive way.
The boy replied, paying no attention, “I’m counting the rocks, I’ve put into a circle there.” His gray little pebbles lined up in a sad sort of ring.
“But why?” the girl asked in a matter fact sort of way.
“Because that’s all I have left to do since my friend went away.” The boy said with a little sniffle.
“Your friend? Where did he run off to, boy?” Her curiosity was blooming like a spring flower.
“My mum said he went over the hill, and past the woods, to the acres where only hounds may find.” The boy’s voice was crackling with desperation and sadness.
“A dog? Your friend that is?”
“Yeah, but he left now, to leave me to my counting and my rocks.”
“All alone?”
“It’s all I have.”
“Well that just won’t do. Boy, I will be your friend.”
“You will?” His voice was filling with anticipation.
“Yes, I will. We will be the best of friends, traveling on unknown adventures through dangerous places. The two of us, you’ll see. A most magnificent team we will be.”
The two children’s eyes seemed to be filled with stories and pictures of journeys to be fulfilled. Wondrous daydreaming never to be grasped by anyone else; it was a magical world for two. A most magnificent team they would be.
The boy replied, paying no attention, “I’m counting the rocks, I’ve put into a circle there.” His gray little pebbles lined up in a sad sort of ring.
“But why?” the girl asked in a matter fact sort of way.
“Because that’s all I have left to do since my friend went away.” The boy said with a little sniffle.
“Your friend? Where did he run off to, boy?” Her curiosity was blooming like a spring flower.
“My mum said he went over the hill, and past the woods, to the acres where only hounds may find.” The boy’s voice was crackling with desperation and sadness.
“A dog? Your friend that is?”
“Yeah, but he left now, to leave me to my counting and my rocks.”
“All alone?”
“It’s all I have.”
“Well that just won’t do. Boy, I will be your friend.”
“You will?” His voice was filling with anticipation.
“Yes, I will. We will be the best of friends, traveling on unknown adventures through dangerous places. The two of us, you’ll see. A most magnificent team we will be.”
The two children’s eyes seemed to be filled with stories and pictures of journeys to be fulfilled. Wondrous daydreaming never to be grasped by anyone else; it was a magical world for two. A most magnificent team they would be.
Movie Review: No Reservations
So we picked this one up on the Blockbuster pass and thought we would give it a whirl. I have to say I enjoyed the film although a little predictable at times, it's story kept my interest. What seemed interesting to me is that the story carried in very serious undertone with the death of the young girl's mother and her hard acceptance of this coming to pass. It almost seemed to weigh down the movie a bit and even perhaps give it a little depth rather then a straight romantic comedy. I only found it hard after the scene would switch to happy times again and the transition seemed a bit abrupt to me. It was almost trying to dance in two genres (drama and comedy) without ever fully becoming one. Not to say that anything is wrong with that - but I suppose it surprised me a little. On another note, Aaron Eckhart is a wonderful actor that is often overlooked in many of his roles and does a great job in this one. The movie is a decent renter and was rather funny that the special features included a couple Food Network episodes.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Book Review: My Boring Ass Life
Now something like this doesn't come along every day...a book review from yours truly. But since Spring Break allowed me to actually read some pages I feel that it is necessary to write even more words about the words I have read to help explain what I just might have thought about said words. What I'm meaning to say is I think I like talking to myself and here is a book review:
My Boring Ass Life details the daily life of the writer/director Kevin Smith as he wrote down his life in a blog and then published said blog entries. Each entry is a day in the life that can be as mundane as anyone's life to the high-life of a great and wonderful movie star. Stemming from a message board question of what Kevin Smith actually does all day, the writer proceeded to log his life. While his daily bathroom rituals may have dragged on a bit, I found Smith's humorous anecdotes and touching stories of friends and family, a great and interesting read. A fan of his film work, and especially the film Evening with Kevin Smith, I found this book an extension of the film that took you above and beyond the quick stories from college gatherings. His knack for crafting a story keeps you intrigued and laughing.
My Boring Ass Life details the daily life of the writer/director Kevin Smith as he wrote down his life in a blog and then published said blog entries. Each entry is a day in the life that can be as mundane as anyone's life to the high-life of a great and wonderful movie star. Stemming from a message board question of what Kevin Smith actually does all day, the writer proceeded to log his life. While his daily bathroom rituals may have dragged on a bit, I found Smith's humorous anecdotes and touching stories of friends and family, a great and interesting read. A fan of his film work, and especially the film Evening with Kevin Smith, I found this book an extension of the film that took you above and beyond the quick stories from college gatherings. His knack for crafting a story keeps you intrigued and laughing.
A little help from my friends...
Alright so for Chelsea's birthday I decided that I would get her the Blockbuster Online Rental Pass. This allows us unlimited rentals of movies - two at a time. Now, us, being the biggest of movie buffs went through and added as many movies as we could think of in an hour. But we need help. I am calling out for a little help and suggestion. I'm looking for anyone's suggestions on what to rent. I know that we have seen thousands of movies and we will probably have already seen a lot of the ones anyone suggests, but I want to hear them. So just reply to this plea and let's see what we can come up with!
a traveling we shall go
March 13th marked the last day of winter quarter for me and my SCAD classmates, and I finished it off with a small breakfast of Krispy Kremes that my professor had brought in for the class. It would be the last day of my Drawing II class and I am pretty sure the last hand drawing class I will have while attending the college. I will miss these classes a lot as I feel that I have improved tremendously and enjoyed working on these drawings. It was interesting to step away from the computer and what I would say my comfort zone and be able to delve into something new and unique. Attending SCAD has allowed me to really explore mediums that I never really tried before such as charcoal, pastel, or ink. I must say that the boring Survey classes (Art History) have also opened my eyes to the whole foundation that modern art is based from. It not only gave me inspiration but also knowledge that I have no doubt will make me a better designer in the future. Perhaps it is just the idea that I can think of a piece in a different way and appreciate the idea behind it. Whatever the case may be, I would say I enjoyed the last quarter. But now, on to Spring Break!
March 13th also marked the birthday of my wonderful and lovely girlfriend, Chelsea. Now it was already predetermined that we would be heading to Charleston for a couple days and leaving right after my class ended. But to help make this day feel special for her, I decorated the house with a streamer and pre-purchased a cheesecake (her favorite). I had hidden these things before hand so she didn't find them (vegetable drawer in the fridge came in handy here...for the first time). Anyways, I think she enjoyed the little surprise. But that surprise was overshadowed by the fact that in less then three hours we would be in Charleston and inside a J. Crew (her favorite store). For this, she was beyond excited, to say the least. The birthday present I got her had yet to arrive via mail so I had to tell her about it. Of course once I mentioned the name Kathryn Reichert and coupled it with necklace she was happy with my choice. So once the car was packed up, we were off!
My impression of Charleston is like a bigger Savannah. The similarity in building style and area makes you feel almost right at home but as if that home had grown up and expanded. Of course, upon getting into Charleston we made a b-line to King st. and the shopping that it has to offer. Chelsea of course ran to J. Crew - at which we spent a good amount of time at. She picked up a few things (naturally) and we headed down the street to Jestine's - a local place we were told we just had to eat at. Apparently, it has been written up in many magazines and featured by Rachel Ray and Food Network. I would say it was good food - I had a chicken sandwich. The rest of the day was an exploration of Charleston that was capped off with a nice walk around the Battery to see the ocean and the beautiful homes that bordered it. Being a desert boy, I would say the east coast is spoiled at the magnificent views the ocean and nature presents to them. I am just amazed that I am actually living in such a place.
Our 2nd day in Charleston was to be had at the Magnolia Plantation. This was an actual southern plantation that was still being run by the ancestors of the original owner (11th generation I believe). Upon entering the place, my first reaction is that of surprise. It is not as I thought a plantation would be. Perhaps I have a misguided conception of the way they should look - Tara Plantation anyone? This place was 500 acres of swamp. As we drove down the main driveway, we passed by the murky green waters that held creatures of the unknown beneath its surface. As the swamp opened up to a clearing, we were greeted by a field and a beautiful white southern home. It was an interesting place and had many areas that could be explored using a tram, boat or just walking. The house itself was surrounded by romantic and therefore wild gardens that were said to have over 10,000 plantings. It was a wonderful sight of trees, plants, flowers and nature in general. It reminded me of younger days when I would explore the wild desert, my head filled with imagination (a sort of nature trail that was near my house). The plantation was also home to many forms of wildlife including and to which we saw many sightings of alligators, birds, and turtles. It was definitely an interesting place and while leaving quite tired I think we all enjoyed our time there (Chelsea probably could have spent some more time on King St.)
We left the plantation in the afternoon and headed back down to the middle of historic Charleston where we found the marketplace. This is a collection of stores and vendors that basically sell all the stuff tourist are just dying to buy. I would say the equivalent to River St here in Savannah. The marketplace consisted of three or four blocks of pure selling of goods and also contained our dinner - at the Crab House. After a wonderful dinner (a bit cold as we ate outside and later had to be moved indoors), we cruised the streets a bit more before retiring for the night. Chelsea's parents would be heading further north in the morning and we would be traveling back to Savannah for a couple days. But not before we would head back down to King St and visit the shops and explore the downtown just a bit more. One of my favorite moments of this trip happened on this day actually. We had a lovely time sitting in a quiet little park and sharing a strawberry Italian ice that was purchased from a street vendor we just happened to come upon. It was nice just to sit down and relax without commitments on a place to be or go. Peace.
March 13th also marked the birthday of my wonderful and lovely girlfriend, Chelsea. Now it was already predetermined that we would be heading to Charleston for a couple days and leaving right after my class ended. But to help make this day feel special for her, I decorated the house with a streamer and pre-purchased a cheesecake (her favorite). I had hidden these things before hand so she didn't find them (vegetable drawer in the fridge came in handy here...for the first time). Anyways, I think she enjoyed the little surprise. But that surprise was overshadowed by the fact that in less then three hours we would be in Charleston and inside a J. Crew (her favorite store). For this, she was beyond excited, to say the least. The birthday present I got her had yet to arrive via mail so I had to tell her about it. Of course once I mentioned the name Kathryn Reichert and coupled it with necklace she was happy with my choice. So once the car was packed up, we were off!
My impression of Charleston is like a bigger Savannah. The similarity in building style and area makes you feel almost right at home but as if that home had grown up and expanded. Of course, upon getting into Charleston we made a b-line to King st. and the shopping that it has to offer. Chelsea of course ran to J. Crew - at which we spent a good amount of time at. She picked up a few things (naturally) and we headed down the street to Jestine's - a local place we were told we just had to eat at. Apparently, it has been written up in many magazines and featured by Rachel Ray and Food Network. I would say it was good food - I had a chicken sandwich. The rest of the day was an exploration of Charleston that was capped off with a nice walk around the Battery to see the ocean and the beautiful homes that bordered it. Being a desert boy, I would say the east coast is spoiled at the magnificent views the ocean and nature presents to them. I am just amazed that I am actually living in such a place.
Our 2nd day in Charleston was to be had at the Magnolia Plantation. This was an actual southern plantation that was still being run by the ancestors of the original owner (11th generation I believe). Upon entering the place, my first reaction is that of surprise. It is not as I thought a plantation would be. Perhaps I have a misguided conception of the way they should look - Tara Plantation anyone? This place was 500 acres of swamp. As we drove down the main driveway, we passed by the murky green waters that held creatures of the unknown beneath its surface. As the swamp opened up to a clearing, we were greeted by a field and a beautiful white southern home. It was an interesting place and had many areas that could be explored using a tram, boat or just walking. The house itself was surrounded by romantic and therefore wild gardens that were said to have over 10,000 plantings. It was a wonderful sight of trees, plants, flowers and nature in general. It reminded me of younger days when I would explore the wild desert, my head filled with imagination (a sort of nature trail that was near my house). The plantation was also home to many forms of wildlife including and to which we saw many sightings of alligators, birds, and turtles. It was definitely an interesting place and while leaving quite tired I think we all enjoyed our time there (Chelsea probably could have spent some more time on King St.)
We left the plantation in the afternoon and headed back down to the middle of historic Charleston where we found the marketplace. This is a collection of stores and vendors that basically sell all the stuff tourist are just dying to buy. I would say the equivalent to River St here in Savannah. The marketplace consisted of three or four blocks of pure selling of goods and also contained our dinner - at the Crab House. After a wonderful dinner (a bit cold as we ate outside and later had to be moved indoors), we cruised the streets a bit more before retiring for the night. Chelsea's parents would be heading further north in the morning and we would be traveling back to Savannah for a couple days. But not before we would head back down to King St and visit the shops and explore the downtown just a bit more. One of my favorite moments of this trip happened on this day actually. We had a lovely time sitting in a quiet little park and sharing a strawberry Italian ice that was purchased from a street vendor we just happened to come upon. It was nice just to sit down and relax without commitments on a place to be or go. Peace.
Monday, March 24, 2008
The Bitch is Back
So after a long (with quite an emphasis on long) absence, I have decided to put life to paper, or screen in this case and add another entry to our blog of adventures. Perhaps my absence is due to the fact that I have had two very successful and with that busy quarters at SCAD in which I found little time to twiddle my thumbs and therefore write down my travels. Let us pay no attention to the two months of time off given for winter break. While it is nearly impossible for me to remember everything that has happened, I will sum it up as a great 6 months of Savannah living. We have settled into our house and Savannah in general. While we have had hard times, they were often followed by many good times as well. It is too far behind me now to remember any specific moments (although chili night at Blaine and Ginger's comes to mind) I must say this last week has been a wonderful and eventful Spring Break.
As the quarter came to a close we were met in Savannah by Chelsea's parents for travelings around the low country with many eventful days and nights. March is considered "Birthday Month" for the Parks family as all of their births are within about a week of each other. On March 12th, they arrived at Savannah's airport (our first time being out there and were quite surprised at how nice it looked). On another note, The parking garage used sensors above each parking spot so the garage could actually tell you where an available spot could be found. I am easily entertained. This date would be a day before Chelsea's birthday and two days before her dad's. It was also the day that Elton John decided he would perform for one night only in Savannah, GA. As a surprise, we just happened to secure four tickets to said concert for the fan-boy and father of Chelsea, Mr. Clyde Parks. It was already going to be a good night as Chelsea and I were probably more excited to spring this perfectly planned gift on the unsuspecting victim. Our plan was to pick them up, find a restaurant and slyly put a specially designed note inside a card to show him what we were doing that night.
After picking them up from the airport we headed downtown to find a parking spot and get our grub. But what we soon discovered is that most of the restaurants were either busy or closed and actually ended up eating at the sub shop Lenny's downtown for a quick bite. Inside, the none-the-wiser Clyde order a Philly Cheese steak that the 'chef' was prepared to make especially to Clyde's instructions. Now while we were scarfing down our subs (quickly, not to miss the concert) the chef was carefully preparing the best cheese steak in Savannah. We felt it was time to show him the prize. Chelsea slid the card across the table. He carefully opened the card and read it front and back, actually skipping over the small note that said of the concert. He then noticed it, but without his glasses on, had no idea what to make of it. Chelsea then slid over the concert tickets. Clyde unfolded the paper and carefully read it. His eyes began to grow as big as quarters and we knew that he figured out the plan. From that point on, a grin from ear-to-ear never left his face. our plan was a success.
We rushed over to the arena as the show was to begin. As we reached the steps we found an unruly crowd of concert-goers all trying to get to their Elton viewing stations. And just as the first notes of that piano began to play, we were sitting comfortably only about twenty seats from the stage and seeing a rock legend in the flesh. Now I can't say that I am the greatest of Elton's fans and nor can I say I know all or most of his songs, but there is something about seeing a man that you know is a legend. I imagine it is a lot like seeing greatness like the Beatles or Elvis - people that are timeless. Actually, Elton could sum it up in his own lyrics - the candle faded long ago, but the legend never will. Like the greats before him, Elton has achieved that status and will remain. And there I was, sitting, watching, listening. I can say it gives you goosebumps.
The man of rock legend played for nearly three hours. Only resting to thank his adoring fans and taking a sip of water. His fingers dashing back and forth over the ivory keys in a speed I could never fathom. Jumbo screens would focus in on his piano and with that I was mesmerized by the sheer ability he had to control the notes that emitted from the beast. Like stated before, three hours I was completely enthralled with the stage presence this small British man presented. Looking over at Clyde, I could see that he too was in the same enthrallment. That same ear-to-ear grin expressed on his face. With ears ringing and faces smiling we left March the 12th and marked it down as a great night. A night I saw a legend.
As the quarter came to a close we were met in Savannah by Chelsea's parents for travelings around the low country with many eventful days and nights. March is considered "Birthday Month" for the Parks family as all of their births are within about a week of each other. On March 12th, they arrived at Savannah's airport (our first time being out there and were quite surprised at how nice it looked). On another note, The parking garage used sensors above each parking spot so the garage could actually tell you where an available spot could be found. I am easily entertained. This date would be a day before Chelsea's birthday and two days before her dad's. It was also the day that Elton John decided he would perform for one night only in Savannah, GA. As a surprise, we just happened to secure four tickets to said concert for the fan-boy and father of Chelsea, Mr. Clyde Parks. It was already going to be a good night as Chelsea and I were probably more excited to spring this perfectly planned gift on the unsuspecting victim. Our plan was to pick them up, find a restaurant and slyly put a specially designed note inside a card to show him what we were doing that night.
After picking them up from the airport we headed downtown to find a parking spot and get our grub. But what we soon discovered is that most of the restaurants were either busy or closed and actually ended up eating at the sub shop Lenny's downtown for a quick bite. Inside, the none-the-wiser Clyde order a Philly Cheese steak that the 'chef' was prepared to make especially to Clyde's instructions. Now while we were scarfing down our subs (quickly, not to miss the concert) the chef was carefully preparing the best cheese steak in Savannah. We felt it was time to show him the prize. Chelsea slid the card across the table. He carefully opened the card and read it front and back, actually skipping over the small note that said of the concert. He then noticed it, but without his glasses on, had no idea what to make of it. Chelsea then slid over the concert tickets. Clyde unfolded the paper and carefully read it. His eyes began to grow as big as quarters and we knew that he figured out the plan. From that point on, a grin from ear-to-ear never left his face. our plan was a success.We rushed over to the arena as the show was to begin. As we reached the steps we found an unruly crowd of concert-goers all trying to get to their Elton viewing stations. And just as the first notes of that piano began to play, we were sitting comfortably only about twenty seats from the stage and seeing a rock legend in the flesh. Now I can't say that I am the greatest of Elton's fans and nor can I say I know all or most of his songs, but there is something about seeing a man that you know is a legend. I imagine it is a lot like seeing greatness like the Beatles or Elvis - people that are timeless. Actually, Elton could sum it up in his own lyrics - the candle faded long ago, but the legend never will. Like the greats before him, Elton has achieved that status and will remain. And there I was, sitting, watching, listening. I can say it gives you goosebumps.
The man of rock legend played for nearly three hours. Only resting to thank his adoring fans and taking a sip of water. His fingers dashing back and forth over the ivory keys in a speed I could never fathom. Jumbo screens would focus in on his piano and with that I was mesmerized by the sheer ability he had to control the notes that emitted from the beast. Like stated before, three hours I was completely enthralled with the stage presence this small British man presented. Looking over at Clyde, I could see that he too was in the same enthrallment. That same ear-to-ear grin expressed on his face. With ears ringing and faces smiling we left March the 12th and marked it down as a great night. A night I saw a legend.
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