Monday, March 24, 2008

The Little Theology Corner presents...


An appreciation of Gabriel...or why this blog is entitled Time Consuming Trivialities.



I watched a movie the other day. It is the kind of movie a person wearing a cast would enjoy...or maybe I'm just plain weird. This movie entitled Gabriel is stuck in my head, not because of the decent acting or the kick ass action scenes, but because it was sort of the straw that broke the Camel's back as far as cinematic representation of a particular angel.


As I said before, I am a Christian. I am also one girl with a twisted sense of humor as well as a Psychology minor and a movie buff. So when I watch something dark and gritty in which the good guys and some of the bad trace their origins back to Heaven, there are a lot of things working in my mind at the same time.


What really hit me is that in the not so prolific angel saga of the Hollywood kind... somehow every single director/ writer/ producer/ actor insists on delivering good old Gabriel as a bit of a deranged being... and somehow he always ends up falling, the funny thing is that he actually slips into the dark side without noticing...


It has happened several times in several incarnations for this heavenly guardian, I will only mention a couple of movies since I pretend not to loose my mind or touch Milton because after all, this is under no circumstance a serious essay, it is more of a "I want to get the song stuck in my head out "type of reflection.


Going back to the question, what the hell is going on with the way people interpret Gabriel, lets go to the most reliable source available to pin down that jene se qua: the Bible and Jewish Folklore (I'm sorry my Catholic friends, but I'll take Jewish angels over your feathery boys in the clouds any day)


Gabriel means "he who derives strenght from God", right then and there you know this is no errand boy, but a badass on his own right. His place is the at the left of the Throne and he guards one of the four cardinal points of the Earth. He is also quite literally "the shinning boy"of heaven since he represents both fire and gold. Although according to the Bible Gabe is second only to Michael (who is like a Heavenly agent of Mossad) he is the most accessible of the archangels: because he carries the word. In fact he usually gets the assignments that call for close human contact, the Talmud has him running all over the place and doing all kind of apparently trivial stuff like visiting Abraham, burying Moses, protecting the modesty of Queen Vashti and of course we all know about that memo he had to pass on to the Virgin Mary.


Which brings me back to my point about the perception of Gabriel in film and in literature. Other than in Milton's Paradise Lost and of course the sacred texts, all efforts of the imagination tend to paint Gabriel as frail and slightly mad, striving to swim between waters, quite willing to serve the divine yet tainted, however minimally by humanity.


It is funny, but this conception has to be more than cliche, it has to have some sort of deep unconscious level to it. And it is not much about how we see angels, but about how we see ourselves. We are as Christophen Walken's Gabriel puts it, us humans enjoy walking around acting (most of the time) like conceited little monkeys who believe that the world revolves around us. In our mind, or that of Hollywood which sometimes tells us what to think, we are so frigging hot that heaven will break their rules for our sake, and an angel might fall because of us once in a a while.


Gabriel we conceive with tragic flaws, hence we have:


  • An angry Christopher Walken who believes he can love God without loving His creation and falls because he cannot forgive

  • A very confused Tilda Swinton who loves the idea of conversion by the Sword and falls because she cannot get the full scope of it all

  • A damaged Hugh Jackman who is so lost in his humanity that has forgotten what it is to be standing at the left hand of God (that was the coolest, well, the only revelation of Van Helsing that made me cringe...as in why why why?)

  • And a gun wielding Andy Whitfield who is so involved into his mission that he sort of risks it all to stay around a little longer

As I said I might have no point about this, it is just something that I have to take off my head, a bit that has been bothering me since I laid in bed, foot high and comfortable and chuckled at the misadventures of a righteous angel I knew was meant to screw it up somehow because of Hollywood cannon.


By the way, if you have been living under a rock and haven't seen THE PROPHECY, CONSTANTINE, VAN HELSING or GABRIEL, rent them and have some fun, it will not hurt... well Van Helsing, maybe a little.


The quote well... it will come from the man of the hour since I've spent close to 45 minutes typing my mini rant


"I am Gabriel, who stands in the presence of God" (Luke 1:19) - that is all he had to say, for the rest, blame or praise Hollywood scriptwriters.


Saturday, March 22, 2008

For the inquiring non squeamish minds...


Who wanted to know how does a small cortical fracture looks... that thing is my foot. (as of today March 22, it was a nice shade of indigo and black the day it happened)
It is basically a very bad sprain that results in a crack on the tip if the tibia. All the blood flushes down thanks to gravity and the foot sort of constrict and swells... how do you fix it? Using a Frankenboot (an Air cast ankle brace) for 6 weeks straight...
No I am not depressed, just sort of pissed because Ken Ken's birthday is coming up and I won't be able to take her were I wanted to, because it requires a lot of walking and standing in line and it is not recommended at the moment... her other option is a Japanese restaurant, so I'll "brace" for raw fish.. yummm :p

Thursday, March 20, 2008

On the holiest of weekends...


They celebrate it in Jerusalem and everywhere there is a practicing Jew. It is called Pesach and it marks seven days of celebration during the month of Nissan. This year it begins on April 19th. It is a day of deliverance, with a night marked by blood and dread and a dawn full of freedom and promise.


They celebrate it in Catholic and Protestant households alike. It is a day of sacrifice that foreruns a day of resurrection. At a given time both Jew and Gentile celebrated it with the same meaning, because at heart, every Christian owes a savior to Jerusalem...


However different it might seem on the outside, it is a day of blood staining wood and promises fulfilled. Perfect the sacrifice, it guarantees an otherwise unattainable reward by human means... and we will celebrate it until HE establishes and makes Jerusalem a praise in the Earth.


"A man who was completely innocent, offered himself as a sacrifice for the good of others, including his enemies and became the ransom of the world.It was a perfect act."-Mahatma Ghandi

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

5 years...


Five years ago a War started in Iraq. Today politicians shaped platforms and sold themselves as the solution; people over the globe raised in protest... for 5 years our troops have bled and died and we have hoped and prayed...
Sometimes people don't understand, or make assumptions about my politics based on the fact that I've always professed a deep love for the United States Military and all of it's branches. When asked I've always said those are the people who gladly say "Yes Sir" all the time so I can say "hell, no!"whenever I feel like it, and I am grateful for it.
Today it's five years of me telling the world, I hate war- no one that considers him or herself a decent human being has a taste for blood strong enough to love conflict. However I vocally support men and women in uniform doing their job and I'll keep sending the love until the last of them comes home and can feel the warm embrace of their loved ones.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

On March 17...




I've done it. I've been to Europe, I've seen places older than what many of us fancy. I have walked, talked gotten lost in alleys that were functional before Christ was born. And still I feel I need to go to places were magic and faith mingle, where green is seen as a gift from heaven and were more than one has heard mermaids singing off the cold Atlantic or seen a glimpse of the good people... until I get there, raise your pints with me and since ale nor prayer ever done harm, I'll leave you with an Irish Blessing :
"May love and laughter light your day
and warm your heat and home
May good and faithful friends be yours
wherever you may roam
May Peace and Plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures
May all life's passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours"
HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY


















Sunday, March 9, 2008

Perfect Nonsense- a vampire movie rant



You know me, once in a while I raid Netflix looking for that vampire movie that will single handedly bring the undead back to the spotlight... Why? because there is a Bachelor in Literature in me that wrote a twenty five page essay on Anne Rice's Lestat's psychological profile... or just because I hate zombies in their disorganized rampages or adaptations of Japanese horror that end up being poor excuses for teen flicks. God knows why...





The thing it that my search has proven not so fruitful, however, there are a couple of movies along the way that piss me off so much I have to file them under THE GOOD MOVIE THAT NEVER WAS and since misery loves company, I write about them here in order for it to burn the eyes of any unsuspecting reader... is it stinging? It will





Title: PERFECT CREATURE


Premise: In a futuristic Earth on a paralel dimension, vampires are a byproduct of genetic manipulation and Stem Cell Research. These new breed of humans are contained upon birth and given up to the Church to raise. These monastic vampires (all male- no girl has been born to their breed since the first fanged infant came all cold and pruny off her confused mother's birth canal) are known as the Brotherhood live their lives by Church principles aiming to protect and serve humanity... until one of them goes apeshit and decides to run rampant.





This could have been an original idea, after all it is breaking from the basic Anne Rice rule that has dominated the Undead novels and movies since the early 80's that vampires must be "beautiful, powerful and without regret"... (that and that they must have at least ten homo-erotic connotations in their daily behavior :p) Nah, back to serious, if you strip a vampire of these three basic qualities, there is a chance that your fabulous premise is breaking with the industry's standard. It has the potential of being a winner. Now when you place vampires (or genetically enhanced humans if you may) in a restricted environment given to self loathing disguised as self sacrifice very a la Catholic Church in the Dark Ages... it has to bring forth something good.





IT DOESN'T.


The reasons:


Setting and Plot holes





Setting: Alas! It is in the future and somehow, although the movie has enough budget to pull decent special effects. The future is oxymoronic to say the least.



  • At this point in time genetics has advanced incredibly, to the point of being able to predict new evolutionary patterns just a couple of weeks after conception. I mean they can trace these beings from the womb... however without any explanation, simple things like cellphones, microwaves or decent cars are non existent in this society (they have though, humongous ZEPPELINS- what is it with zeps and scifi? They cross the skies at all hours of the darn day, managing to be both distracting and ridiculous- try filming a chase against the backdrop of sluggish rigid aircrafts.... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. For some reason also, televisions are black and white and miracle cures cannot be mass produced because of lack of equipment... Aha! I've got the cure for cancer...I'll keep it in my basement and wait for the world to come by- duh


Maybe some of my smartass observations about the future might be rendered dull if someone cared to fill in the plot holes... gimme a postapocalyptic scenario in which all microwaves exploded or something... I swear, these little annoying details keep hitting you in the face for one hour and a half and you feel the hatred flourishing...

As in all contemporary movies whatever represents the INSTITUTION, be it church or government has a horrid plan to enslave/wipe out humanity, etc, etc, etc. The plan is exalted with enough pompous flare for anyone to believe it's the best thing since sliced bread... or in this case, since mystified blood donors... however it is never fully explained nor executed and the whole thing is reduced to saving a damsel in distress who is not as distressed as she seems- ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.



Anyways that is enough rant... if you like vampires, watch a good movie that never was and weep, if you don't... congratulations.



Yes, it is absurd that I waste my time, but there is a reason why this blog is called TIME CONSUMING TRIVIALITIES, and besides thunderstorms kept me from having fun this weekend arrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh

The quote? It's from me... "why, why, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?"

Monday, March 3, 2008

On being 35...


It's been a fun kind of ride, and I believe I'm really, really close to find out who I am and what I am meant to do... hahahhaha
Anyway, important as the stroke of midnight is on January 1st, this is the real measure of a year for me and it has been good. Better than good it has been a blessing and a springboard towards even more crazy endeavours... I'm looking forward to the next 364 days, after all next year, I'll turn what... 28? Now that will be a milestone!!!!