Monday, February 23, 2009

The Reality Of A Teaching Degree

A culture of negativism in modern society is a drawback to alluring productive and effective teachers into the profession. In a time when permissive child bearing and skeptic parents prove only to be a distraction, why might I want to be a teacher? There are the summer vacations, the weeknights and weekends off and the more than gracious compensation, but there is also a reason that may not seem as genuine as a teacher should be. The field of education is, although as susceptible to lay-offs as any other job, a consistent and reliable job opportunity. I do not plan on becoming a teacher after I leave college. I do not plan on becoming a teacher for a number of years after I leave college. I plan on writing. The teaching profession, once certified, holds an opportunity unlike most professions in that no matter what the city, no matter what the town, there will always be a school. Teaching holds the rare opportunity of movement and flexibility that may be needed according to other people’s needs rather than my own. Writing is a selfless field and depending on a marital status or a nomadic status, teaching will exist wherever I am taken to. The hours that are associated with teaching present a unique opportunity to allow myself to write as well as have a full-time job. Writing may be a personal endeavor but to be a teacher, to me, must be nothing short of communal.

Hostile children, and even more hostile parents, may be a deterrent for most but the challenge of rendering both harmless is one I feel I could more than handle. Children do not scare me. Aggressive parents are more comical than threatening. I believe, as Bill Gates once said, “schools are obsolete.” I believe this to be true in techniques of teachers, classroom technology and school system structures. Teachers have been deprived of methodology that may be unsatisfactory to parents. Bluntly put, the parental systems of America are in a decline and have directly effected the teacher and student system. I feel like I will bring a different, yet effective, style of teaching that may challenge certain standards. I don’t feel like the education systems in America can maintain a philosophy shrouded in 1960s regiments. Just as schools must be adapted to modern times so too must teachers and I feel like I will help to usher in this new teacher mentality.

Amongst the most pleasurable things in my life is literature. To teach literature and share my enthusiasm for the written word with others could only prove beneficial. Whether it is Kurt Vonnegut or William Shakespeare, Ernest Hemmingway or Charles Dickens, there is an electricity that can be felt from a sentence. The value I feel teaching has long been proposed to offer would most notably be felt in this capacity. There has been, as with every other student, a teacher that resonates in my mind who inspired me as I could only hope to inspire others. The passion that a teacher must have is palpable and the only thing I feel as passionate about is literature. Being financially compensated, without regard for numbers, is more than enough reason to enter into the field. Classrooms are too static and too drab with students sitting in a chair while teachers speak to them. I would bring a communal sense of learning that would focus on the student’s interaction and social systems with guiding help from myself. Instituting new ideas of teaching and testing these different techniques are what draw me to teaching.

Rebellion is a catalyst for any man and I am no different. I find a chance to express myself in a way in which no other job would allow. Teaching will eventual find its way into my life as I find it to be a point in which the much clichéd “settling down” will occur. Until then, I feel it is necessary to gather life experiences and chase down any other dreams. A man can only live on little wage and boxes of pasta while chasing his dreams for so long and should only have to attempt it while he is young. After that? That is when I will hope to inspire a child to maybe achieve what I never could. And that is fine with me.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

The Tide Is High...


Many times the thought of being a ship captain (hell, even a deckhand) has crossed my mind. Today I cruised across the internet super-highway to find that there may be an answer for me yet, and I could bring a friend, or sixty, with me. A ship that I could use for both a business and home would be the most ideal move of my life, not to mention the vessel being historic, located in Martha's Vineyard, and only $15,000? Where do I sign? Read more:


Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Monday, February 16, 2009

'Coraline' Review


A Bit of Bottled Fantasy: Coraline Review

by M. R. Brown


You are Henry Selick, a master of stop-motion animation, a critically acclaimed director and a visionary in your artistic field. What could possibly leave you frustrated after nearly 15 years? It just may be that the majority of moviegoers not only think that Tim Burton is the sole creator of The Nightmare Before Christmas but that he directed it as well. Bringing us yet another entry into his full-length stop motion animation film repertoire, Selick unveils the eye orgasm known simply as Coraline.

The young blue haired Coraline (Dakota Fanning) finds herself moving from her home and friends in Michigan and into a new apartment in the Pink Palace house with her eco-enthusiast mother and father (Teri Hatcher and John Hodgman)in Oregon. Wandering through the woods she encounters the loveable yet posture-challenged neighbor Wybie (Robert Bailey Jr.) whom she shuns as little more than a stalker. Upstairs lives the eccentric vaudevillian character Mr. Bobinski (Ian McShane). Neglected by both parents hard at work on their computers, Coraline is left to her own devices and discovers a small door covered by wallpaper. Behind that door? Coraline is thrust into a doppelganger world where fairytale meets film noir, paternal love meets jealous lust and where beauty meets misery. A mirror world in which everyone has buttons sewn on for eyes seems like the perfect paradise at first for Coraline but she soon begins to find an underlying and twisted objective.

Writer Neil Gaiman finds his artistic match with director Henry Selick in their fantasy bastard child Coraline. Gaiman, the noteworthy graphic novel penman, crafts a story ripped from children’s nightmares while Selick deftly brings some of the lushest imagery ever captured on film to fruition. Selick’s eye far outshines Gaiman’s word with, apart from their other selves, static and flat characters. Not since Kung Fu Panda has there been a more wasted talent in cast.

Gaiman’s script, although haunting to an unsuspecting 5 year old, pulls little punches and is often times one of the worst things a fantasy movie can be: predictable. Although the 2002 graphic novel the film is based off won acclaim with both Hugo and Nebula awards, the transition from page to screen leaves a disconnected storyline and sluggish pace. The exciting moments will dig your fingers into the armrests but the rest of the film rests heavily on its visuals.

The film is essentially an arthouse blockbuster that dazzles in presentation but fizzles in dramatics. Without much competition in the post-Oscar movie theatre recession known as February, Coraline safely asserts itself as the must see movie, 3D or not.


Coraline is rated PG and is currently showing at the Regal Cinemas Westborough 12 and Regal Cinemas Solomon Pond Mall 15 in Marlborough.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Between Classes...

Excerpted from Waiting for Lefty (1935) by Clifford Odets:


Agate: "-fight with us for right! It's war! Working class, unite and fight! Tear down the slaughter house of our old lives! Let freedom really ring"



Agate: "HELLO AMERICA! HELLO. WE'RE STORMBIRDS OF THE WORKING-CLASS. WORKERS OF THE WORLD...OUR BONES AND BLOOD! And when we die they'll know what we did to make a new world! Christ, cut us up to little pieces. We'll die for what's right! put fruit trees where our ashes are! Well, what's the answer?
All: STRIKE!
Agate: LOUDER!
All: STRIKE!
Agate and Others on Stage: AGAIN!
All: STRIKE, STRIKE, STRIKE!!!

CURTAIN

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Excerpt:

Man 2: There never was a place more filled with fear than here. I see violence, I see hate. I hear where anger rises from and I feel it too. I shake and I tremble at the thoughts founded on means of survival. I see it in a child's eye. Dilated, as though lost in a dark room. Are youth's not conditioned to fear? We are raised on beliefs that there is a lush green tropic out here. Look around you! White may be pure but is it not as empty as black? Our eyes are told to find a sanctity in such vibrancy, but do you not feel as though you are forever falling? All that we eventually arrive to is a broken box of rotten fruit and smokestacks lit to blinding ash.

Man 1: But the flies, how they dance. (Slips away)

Future Tense...

In the future I hope to have two things; happiness and a large bookcase.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Because A Teacher's Voice is Muted To Me...

...And down dingy streets I walk and trod. Bannered flags and stringless marionettes. The trains, they pass, till off I'm brought, and left behind is the one red pencil. Together we have seen and awed at the destruction of Babylon to Windsor, fired light to Sodom and Gomorrah, stenciled life to static sillouettes, and left that lonely wife at the corner of 53rd and 3rd. With the back of her hand pressed against her forehead, she is left wondering if it is the heat or the abandonment that controls her actions.

(Her sweat tastes bitter)

Monday, February 2, 2009

25 Things Aboot M.R. & Ana


Here are 25 magical things that might interest you about M.R. & Ana:

1. Ana is Vin Diesel and I am Paul Walker.

2. Our cars are named Montana and Toya. Montana is fatter than Toya.

3. We technically could have the same last name. I kind of wish we did...

4. We share a mutual adoration for Ethan Embry.

5. Ana gets drunk much faster than I do.

6. If we could take one drug: V

7. Bourdain, Lost and True Blood are OUR shows, goddammit.

8. I sweat in my sleep...because Ana runs HOT when she sleeps next to me.

9. We both secretly love seeing Morrissey rip his shirt. Only Ana has witnesses such miracles.

10. We have matching Milan Lucic t-shirts. Mines a M and hers is a S...hers is large on her.

11. Naked children's photos of one another are as good as ones now.

12. We thoroughly enjoy cooking together.

13. Our first joint purchase was Anthony Bourdain's Les-Halles Cookbook.

14. Together we have an extensive record and book collection.

15. The only room I get to design in our apartment would be the bathroom...

16. We both "work" on the newspaper. Ana has yet to write an article in one year's time.

17. We both enjoy the sweet melodies of music but have never frequented a concert together yet...but we've seen countless movies.

18. We stay in and watch movies more than we go out. Ana hates sunlight.

19. Ana is "goober" and I is "bear".

20. The only person to take a photo of us together in the same place is Ana, herself.

21. We have been on one double date. It was to the Olive Garden...and we shared the salad.

22. We are both poor. See above.

23. We both love the ocean.

24. We both have 3/4 sleeve tattoos and anchor tattoos. Mine is prettier.

25. Our asses are something to write home about.