High Fidelity

Fidelity

[fi-del-i-tee]: noun

a. strick observance of promises, duties, etc.

b. loyalty

c. accurace; exactness

d. in audio/video: the degree of accuracy with which sound or images are recorded or reproduced.

I have wondered, ever since seeing John Cusack in High Fidelity just what fidelity meant. From what I remember the movie features a hip guy (Cusack) who works at a record shop that he may or may not own. It may or may not be doing to well, but I believe that point in the movie (or at least in my memory) is neither here nor there. I know hip guy has a scrubby friend played by Jack Black and a love for a woman that he can no longer call his own. The movie is saturated with songs, as hip guy's true love is music. I can't quite place if he ends up getting the girl - I think at some point she cheats on him with a much older man. I just remember this scene from when hip guy and girl meet for perhaps the first time and her hair was a bright pink, which I found hard to believe. But again, neither here nor there. What I never placed was the reason why the movie was called High Fidelity. I saw that movie when it came out in 2000. That is 10 years ago! A decade! A decade of wondering just why ... and I never thought to look up the word until just today, when reading a horrid book called Eldest by Christopher Paolini, I came across the word fealty and keeping with my recent insatiable desire to cache new words, I looked it up. I was unsatisfied at first, so delved deeper into the drones of the dictionary and found a root word of fidelity. There it was: loyalty, promise of duty, accuracy... and the degree of accuracy with which sound or images are recorded or reproduced. The movie not only hinged on the fun songs but as well as the loyalty roaming around the relationships that the characters had. Gosh darnit, those movie makers, screen writers, movie title writers... they sure do have a great way of putting everything together.

I think I might have to watch the movie again. More than likely I'll be cringing at the sight of Jack Black (ish!) and girls awful pink wig. But, at least I will have a little bit more of an appreciation of the movie and its intended feel/mood/direction.

I love when that happens. Making realizations.

Fruits of Our Labors

A girl my senior year of high-school that we called Katie Beaner taught me (well, through my observation of her) how to eat two fruits with the utmost peculiarity: bananas and grapefruit.

I learned that the banana is typically opened from the bottom by guerillas because it is EASIER, which it very much is. I have never once bruised the top of my banana by pulling on the stem to hard since learning this "new" technique. I also learned from her (and further cemented in my mind by the movie the Dreamers) that the banana can divide into three beautiful sections by applying the slightest of pressure to its circular cross-section. Too fun. Further depth into my banana memories: I once informed my co-worker Nancy Waller that bananas were going extinct. She begged to differ but decided to research my declaration and found that it, in fact, was true! Such a sad thing. Nancy, in turn, informed me that the first banana to loose its life was the Big Mike.

I haven't learned much about the grapefruit, but it was that which spawned this writing. I couldn't resist but to look up Katie on the wonderful Facebook and after realizing I wouldn't be able to leave a wall post I had to resort to (gasp!) sending her a message:

My dear Katie,

This morning I ate a grapefruit for the first time in a long time... and thought quickly of you. I have this sharp image in my mind of you during Lit class one day carefully peeling a grapefruit, then removing the skin from each wedge to reveal the tasty tart pulp ready to be devoured, free from its leathery jail. I had never considered eating a grapefruit in that style and must admit I have never varied once since seeing you do it.

Just wanted to let you know I was thinking of you - I hope all is well, Katie Assef!

- BrennaMae

Hunger Games

My mother has overrun me with her blog - already adding pictures and whatnot! Oh dear oh dear! :) I have GOT to get a move on.

Woke up to a sniffly roomie watching Now and Then which I had no idea was part of my DVD collection. Somedays I think I have too many movies, other days I feel as if I could buy a whole thousand more - mine is puny compared with ... well, tons of other collections!

I can't wait to finish reading Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I keep stopping to look up words but I think I have come up with a good alternative: stop every 7 words, do a mass look-up, and re-read the last batch of 7. I can't define all of the words yet accurately, but they are making an impression in my mind!

Yay for learning!

Teaching Mrs. Mom

Teaching my mother how to set up a blog, so in turn I have set up my own : )

This'll be interesting, I've got a long road ahead of me!