Monday, April 2, 2012

A-Music Week 9

Dear Followers,

This may as well be bimonthly A-Music. I deeply apologize Raphael Santo Domingo. Because of the lack of consistent A-Music posts during the past two months, what follows is an eclectic collection of newly released songs and OP and ED from Winter 2011/2012. As always Gintama comes in powerful with a fantastic new set of OP and ED songs.

1. Tell Your World - kz/Livetune (ft. Hatsuna Miku)


2. Nakama - Good Coming (Gintama ED)
No ED Video :( (Poor Quality)


3. Message - The Sketchbook (SKET Dance OP)
No OP Video :(


4. HOLOGRAM - NICO Touches The Wall (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood OP)
No Full Video :(


5. Hearts Beat - Himawari


6. CRAWL - Veltpunch (Nabari no Ou OP)
No OP Video :(


7. Kokuhau - SUPERCELL (Guilty Crown ED)


8. Naisho no Hanashi - ClariS (Nisemonogatari ED)


9. HAPPY GIRL - Eri Kitamura (Papa no Iu Koto o Kikinasai! OP)


10. Vidro Moyou - Nagi Yanagi (Natsume Yuujin-Chou Shi OP)


Zura Ja Nai, Katsura,
Noel

Just A Cog In The System

Dear Followers,

Holy crap I really was lazy for the past two months. Well, in regards to blogging. As expected, college decisions were a frenzy and now I find myself choosing between two schools I would never have expected to be choosing between just a few months ago. Regardless, I am pumped for the college experience on the horizon and recognize that I will be happy wherever I end up going. This year featured an especially devastating collection of college decisions, so don't get down on yourself if you didn't end up at your dream school. It's more of a reflection on the arbitrary nature of college decisions than a reflection of your own capabilities.
As far as Spring Break is concerned, everyday has been a party. Without tennis, Spring Break has opened up like never before. I have eaten out every day for the past five days, and yesterday I even had the pleasure of filling myself at Applebee's and Kobe for a single meal. Buffalo Wild Wings was nearly added to the lineup, but the solidarity of the sustenance party was fragmented. This Spring Break I rediscovered Soulcalibur II which may be one of my favorite fighting games ever for its fluid movements, delayed character dialogue, and hopelessly convoluted narrative. Oh, and for Talim as well.
This Spring Break I finally was able to marathon Final Fantasy XIII-2, an action which was well overdue. I am poised to beat the game in approximately 20 hours after swiftly finishing the main narrative and nabbing a few more fragments to get 100% completion. After delaying it for a few weeks, I finally finished Guilty Crown, the review of which you can expect to be up in the next few days. While it definitely wasn't one of the best shows I've every watched, Production I.G. managed to save some face and pull together at the end for a decent, while not necessarily satisfying ending.

For Raphael's sake, I'm going to go ahead and finish the A-Music Week 9 post which has remained a patient draft for well over two months.

Phonies,
Noel

Thursday, March 1, 2012

The Day Makers

Today, in the middle of AP American Government with Mr. Tillotson, I received the following note from the office.

"Naveen. These years of high school absolutely wouldn't have been the same with you and we really value everything you do. You completely deserve to have the best day ever and we hope that this reminds you of how awesome you are You are too smart and really funny! Your clothing style is truly unique and we wanted to let you know that you are what make Wayzata the best!
<3 The Day Makers"

My first reaction: WTF.

Got An Issue? Grab A Tissue,
Noel

Februany At Subway Has Now Ended

Dear Followers,

Wow. This may be my first experience with a snow day as a member of Wayzata High School. Nature played its part beautifully, layering on the ice during the night and deviously directing early morning traffic into mounds of snow. Instead of waking up to the annoying buzz of my alarm on cue at 7:00 AM, I instead was disturbed by the sound of my father searching for a way to disarm my clock. As he informed me that Wayzata High School was closed for the day, I went back to sleep without giving it a second thought. Only when I woke up again at 11:00 AM did it really hit me. Finally, after years of crossing our fingers, our hopes had been answered.
People everywhere are making snow sculptures. Kind of like the Neil  Armstrong Jet Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon.
A snow day is a unique vacation from school because it carries with it the element of surprise. Teachers, without enough lead time to exploit the break, literally have no means of assigning homework. Indeed, the snow day can achieve the status of a functional inserted break in time. Lessons, deadlines, and homework are all pushed back via the creation of the snow day. Thus, after weeks of having a set schedule of what needed to be accomplished every day, I was faced today with the prospect of figuring out for myself what to do. Without a doubt, FFXIII-2 was played. Oh was it played.

However, it must be mentioned that my snow day was rather uneventful. Indeed, PSEO diminished the power of my snow day in restricting my activities via an obligation to put in my weekly two hours for Multivariable Calculus. I should have done what Jeff and Aneesha were smart enough to do and just skipped class. Honestly, Mr. Schwartzbauer's most profound statement during today's lesson concerned the promiscuity of Albert Einstein. While uneventful, my break from school was much needed and greatly appreciated, especially for a student who ended up sleeping prematurely yesterday.

Hopefully, Mrs. Grack will be open to ordering pizza for AP Chemistry tomorrow. My fingers are crossed.

Happy Birthday A. Humphrey,
Noel

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

All Of The Trees Are The Right Height

Dear Followers,

Yeah... I haven't blogged in a while. I am actually really mad at myself for forgetting to blog over the past couple of months, especially because a collection of memorable events went down and now I've lost my opportunity to immortalize my associated perspectives. Hopefully, with school work becoming more and more unbearable, I will be blogging more as a result of my pursuit of productive procrastination. Who knows.
College decisions will be coming out in the coming months which should be a doozy. Going into high school, I remember working with a singular goal in mind: finding my way into an Ivy League school. After experiencing an extended college application process however, I no longer can say with confidence where I want to eventually go for college. I know less where I want to go in life.

It's hard to believe. In a few months I will be living on my own away from home. In a few months I will probably be saying goodbye to a wide variety of people I have spent my last few years with, some for maybe a few years and some maybe forever. The prospect of moving forward with a new phase of my life carries with it overwhelming feelings of both fear and excitement.
My experiences in high school have no doubt shaped me profoundly as an individual, but I look forward to the wealth of opportunities offered by a college experience in learning more about the real size of the world. To that end, I have decided to go forward with a philosophy of whatever happens, happens. Happiness does not only take the form of an Ivy League degree.

Regardless of where I go, I now understand that the means to succeed are not an external resource but an internal one. While my undergraduate years looming on the horizon will no doubt be a defining experience in my life, wherever I end up going will not restrict me from becoming who I want to be, whether that be a penniless shounen mangaka or a professional rhino handler.
While I have much more to say concerning the subject of utilizing your high school years in preparation for college, my car ride is coming to an end. What I've written above is merely a semi-organized flow, but I look forward to one day organizing my feelings concerning the above subject. A fresh new episode of Gintama awaits me in my room, and I should eventually begin working on my homework.

Rick Santorum Wants In,
Noel

Sunday, January 22, 2012

What Is “The Mitochondria”?

Dear Followers,

Boy do I wish I had signed up for Science Bowl earlier in high school. Yesterday was my first and last Science Bowl competition ever.

Held within the Macalester University campus, yesterday’s competition featured many grueling round of head-to-head science trivia action. The topics consisted of Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Earth & Space, and Energy, no doubt an inserted form of implicit propaganda from the Department of Energy to convince the future generation of the importance of alternative energy sources. Sigh. Regardless, each round featured a diverse spread of questions. I only found one or two similar questions across the approximately 10 rounds we participated in.

The reason why I joined Science Bowl is simple: it was fun. The competition was no different. With an added feeling of competitive play, yesterday’s competition was extremely fun, even if we lost quite a few rounds and sometimes the members of my team skirmished amongst each other unnecessarily. Yes, Team 2 is quite an eclectic combination of individuals, featuring Nathan, Jayant, Narupa, Clark, and myself. After a few rounds of figuring out how the game worked and losing rounds less by the skill of our opponents and more by the consequences of our mistakes, we began to click as a team.

In a surprising turn of events, Wayzata’s prestigious Team 1 was knocked out of the elimination rounds prematurely for one reason or another. While Team 2 made it to the next round afterwards, my inability to distinguish between 2πr and πr^2 cost us the match, or at the very least, the ability to send the round into a tie-breaker. Stupid geometry. Either way, I am extremely proud of all of my teammates for a great effort and for making it as far as we did.

Hopefully in college I will be able to get involved with such an intellectually stimulating and enjoyable activity before my senior year.

2πr Does Not Equal πr^2 For All Values Of r,
Noel

Monday, January 16, 2012

Kate Will Never Be A K Debater

Dear Followers,

It’s a weird feeling, walking away from what presumably is my last debate tournament. I had always imagined my last debate would be full of ridiculous shenanigans, with me having the freedom to run arguments as I pleased in one final round. But alas, the 2NR was the Security K. In a way, I guess that qualifies as ridiculous shenanigans. At least I gave a half decent 1AR for once. And hey, we picked up a ballot against a K.

I can remember when I first joined what had been described to me as Mrs. Sarff’s academic cult. I was a sophomore and I didn’t want anything to do with debate. All I wanted to do was put in some work, collect some awards, and apply to some Ivy League school. Thankfully, as a member of the debate team, I never really won any awards. No, instead I gained something much more valuable from debate which has helped me become the eccentric person I am today.

My first debate tournament was a doozie. It was the day after Homecoming, and after cheering my lungs out at the football gang, I spent the rest of my night frantically highlighting files with Cosette Haugen and Evan Chen. It’s no surprise that my habit of saving all of my prep until the day before the tournament never really changed. The next day was a messy affair. Our first round was against Blake HS and we picked up by adding a slew of environmental impacts to the Immigrant Magnet DA. The second round, after I confidently read through the 1AC, our opponents resigned. Finally, we won a round against a Food Stamps AFF for reasons I will probably never remember.

It’s surprising how much everything changed as I continued to debate. During novice year I remember debating Cupcake and Cole Johnson-Jensen and feeling like I had just met the two most annoying kids in the world. Fortunately, after a bit of MDAW love, I found myself hugging the jelly out of each one during the next season. I remember how I hit Jon Yang at Concordia, the round before I mavericked while Cosette was AFK, and just feeling like he was a big scrub. Look at Ian Young now. Too bad he didn’t see Red Spread coming.

I can’t say I don’t have any regrets. For instance, I never really found out if Eric Short had a girlfriend or not. Word on the street is that he is looking to get back together with Sox in the near future. Mere speculation if you ask me. I never even got to run H-Triv either, even after I put a full two hours into making a comprehensive file. I swear, Eden Prairie CL was so close to reading a “Patriarchy Is Worse Than A Nuclear Holocaust” card at Sections. That would have been some first class trifling.

I’m not going to lie; I am going to miss debate a lot. I am going to miss eating Sonic on a daily basis as we zip around the Midwest for national tournaments. I am going to miss my one night debate with Kelsey Maher. I am going to miss coming up with dumb ideas and having them shot down by Talon Powers or Eric Short. I am going to miss speed reading my textbooks for practice. I am going to miss Mrs. Sarff’s suggestions to go all in on inherency. I am going to miss seeing everybody in the debate community on weekends.

But, most of all, I’m going to miss being a debater. It’s been a good few years. Thank you.

Kate, Stop Lying To Yourself,
Noel

Vertigo: Falling As A Symbolic And Thematic Function

Alfred Hitchcock’s 1958 psychological rollercoaster, Vertigo, is one of many defining works of his career. Featuring James Steward as John “Scottie” Ferguson, a retired detective plagued by acrophobia, Vertigo is masterfully crafted, replete with subtle motifs in every frame. After Galvin Elster asks Scottie to shadow his wife, Madeleine Elster, whom he believes to be possessed, Scottie finds himself smack dab in the middle of an elaborate murder plot. With a bit of cinematographic magic, Hitchcock projects Scottie’s feelings of confusion onto the audience. Through the use of intentional symbolism, Hitchcock drives home messages concerning the instability of identity, reality, and infatuation with a connecting feeling of literal vertigo.


Many of Hitchcock’s films demonstrate an individual swamped with angst when dealing with a disordered world. To that end, Vertigo emphasizes the uncertainty of reality by evoking feelings of the supernatural. With the use of corridors, Hitchcock produces physical passages between the worlds of the living and the dead. For example, when Midge has lost faith in rekindling her romance with Scottie, she leaves down a sanatorium corridor which darkens around her. On the flipside, when Judy arrives back from the beauty salon, she enters the frame from the hallway as a resurrected Madeleine Elster. The color green, archetypically associated with ghostly apparitions, appears frequently in Vertigo, from Judy’s green dress worn when Scottie first notices her to Scottie’s green sweater worn when he is immersed in his dream world. Playing on Scottie’s deception concerning the identity of Judy/Madeleine, Hitchcock reinforces the message of appearance vs. reality elsewhere. Midge forcefully attempts to place herself into Scottie’s fantasy by painting herself into the “Portrait of Carlotta, while Scottie has hallucinations of Madeleine when he revisits her favorite places after his release from the sanatorium. As always, appearances are deceiving.

Spirals are showcased frequently in Vertigo, evoking an overwhelming feeling of dizziness. When Scottie relives the moment where his acrophobia prevented him from saving a fellow officer, his fallen colleague’s limbs are spiraled outward. Madeleine purchases a circular bouquet, sending several individual petals spiraling downward into the water before she jumps into San Francisco Bay. One of the more prevalent spirals, found in the hair bun of Carlotta and Madeleine, is indicative of the dizzying process of falling in love which Scottie will soon undergo. In fact, Scottie’s very relationship is circular: he falls in love with Madeleine, loses her to death, falls in love with Judy, and finally loses her to death as well. As Scottie follows Madeleine up the winding church bell tower stairs, he is left powerless as his lover falls to her death, his nauseating love having brought him to his knees. Hitchcock’s clever camera technique, zooming in on a subject while simultaneously moving away, perfectly emulates the physical feeling for the viewer. Love is a romantic delusion, and Scottie’s madness for Madeleine is what secures her fate at the end of the film.

Were it not for the level of explicit and implicit complexity delivered in each of his films, Hitchcock would not be remembered as the film genius he was. As a genuine “Master of Suspense,” Hitchcock draws his audiences into his films not with heavy-budget explosions but with narratives which demand our full attention. Indeed, an understanding of Vertigo’s central messages requires an understanding of Hitchcock’s subtle symbolism. Hitchcock’s use of thematic motifs helps audiences make headways into several diverse concepts including the delusion of romance and the uncertainty of reality via a central theme of disorder. Just as Scottie, all of us as viewers suffer from our own unique forms of vertigo, regardless of if that nauseating fear is related to acrophobia or not.