The entertaining world, throughout the ages has been full of artistic and flambouyant personalities who are willing to do anything to perform. Passion and determination do not conflict with the feeding their stomachs’, but merely keeping their sights on the illuminated eyes of children who watch, or the skeptic adult become suddenly entranced and sucked in, is what keeps them alive.

In early Rome actors and other performers were peasants or only one step above on the social stratification. They are; circus freaks, street singers, and local method actors trying to make ends meet by doing exactly what they love. They are living on the streets, searching for proficient ways to feed their starvation.

Today the term coined ‘celebrity’ is not defined as a well educated, or Harvard taught business man. It does not describe doctors, local leaders or politicians. Children do not want to grow up and to be like their parents, teachers or local librarian. They want to be rich and famous like the actors, popstars and athletes as they see on television and internet and listen to on the radio.

I do not suggest, that these peoples’ talents are lacking or that they do not deserve the recent popularity and or lifestyle, but I am questioning the cause of this current paradigm shift. Why in the history of the world were performers considered less than the other working class members, yet within the last one hundred years they are considered the upper-class, and are better paid than those whom run our banks, teach our youth or lead our country? What mind frame changed this all? Was it television? Radio? Computers? Does this have anything to do with the downfall of our economy? Just some food for thought:)

I grew up hating to read, because I have two leaning disorders (don't worry, I was clinically tested); adhd and dyslexia. Over the years I have learned to make weaknesses my strengths and was luckily accepted to be a student at BYU. I have learned to love books and I can't keep me nose out of them. I love to read now. My current fav authors (ok, they have always been my two fav, even in high school) are Fitzgerald and Grisham. I would like to recommend The Great Gatsby, This Side of Paradise, The Broker and The Summons.

My amazing friend, whom happens to be a wonderfully talented photographer took some snapshots of me and this is how they turned out. (I stole them from her blog:)

I love chuck.

A jumbo pine nut miracle

Yesterday while making dinner, Eric and I expressed how we wanted to make homemade pesto sauce. Eric, the king chef that he is, noted that we needed fresh basil and pine nuts. We were then saddened to realize that we live in utah, where foods other than mac and cheese and green jello salad don't exist. So we sulked around the kitchen wondering how we could acquire such a rarity.

Today, while driving to banana republic (eric's favorite store) we saw a huge sign that said "JUMBO PINENUTS". We pulled over and asked for a bag. Eric was so excited. I subtly tried to tell him that they were too expensive because they weren't shelled or cooked. In his haste, he decided to purchase those little guys NO MATTER WHAT! They are currently sitting on the kitchen countertop, untouched and unshelled.
Jumbo pinenuts, jumbo RIPOFF!

Eric,
thank you for putting a damper on my novemeber excitement. SO WHAT if you can have all those things in ruddy old october!?!?!?
your loving sister,
NOVEMBER BORN BRITT

NOVEMBER

The crispy crunch of leaves under your feet, the snow capped mts, the chill air, homemade cider, carameled apples, sweaters, turning on the fireplace, scarves and hats, my birthday, thanksgiving, pumpkin pie, stovetop stuffing, sipping steven's hot chocolate... I love NOVEMBER!!!!