Friday, April 29, 2011

Adios!

My blog is moving to a new home on wordpress.com.  Same name, same me, different venue.


Update: My blog has actually undergone a makeover.  Run, Fish, Run! is no more.  But I'm still kicking.

Check it out!  http://thesnafu.wordpress.com/

I'm keeping this one up for a little while at least, still, because I'm emotionally attached.

Here's a cute pig wearing boots.

"Love me."
Adios!

Friday, March 18, 2011

The Whole World Is Set On Fire

Unless you've been living under a rock for the past few days, you've most likely heard of Japan.   More specifically the devastation Japan has experienced since the 9.0 magnitude earthquake that occurred a week ago today, on March 11th.  The sheer strength of the quake, the relation of the epicenter to population masses, and the shallow hypocenter all played a crucial part in the destructive outcome of the past week.  

The St. Louis Post Dispatch illustrated the magnitude of the earthquake itself in relation to other historical quakes and energy equivalents such as volcanic eruptions.  Japan's recent earthquake was the third most powerful quake in known history.  The energy released was more than the volcanic eruptions of Krakatoa and Mt. St. Helens, well above that of the Hiroshima atomic bomb (!), and far beyond the strength of an average tornado.  All of this power was unleashed on the island nation of Japan.  That was just the earthquake.

from St. Louis Post Dispatch (03.12.2011) A5

The threat to life and property continued after the shock waves ebbed.  The quake triggered a massive tsunami that wiped parts of the coast clean off the map.  Live footage is available from virtually every major news source, showing the destructive force of the tsunami.  In latter days of this ordeal, we've also learned of the growing threat of nuclear meltdown at power plants damaged by the quake and tsunami.  

While the Post's coverage of the disaster has quickly diminished from above-the fold bold priority to today's below the fold 1/5 of the spread, the disaster is far from over.  

Google maps before and after the earthquake/tsunami
Misha Collins, a noted actor and philanthropist, recently Tweeted:
What happened in Japan is killing me. So sad. Its like the apocalypse happened, but only in one country.
I couldn't have said it better myself.  We can't put this on the back burner.  This can't be another Hurricane Katrina, where we broadcast the living daylights out of the event for a period of time and then push it out of sight.  

Recently, Criminal District Court Judge Laurie White from New Orleans spoke on my campus about Katrina and the havoc is wreaked not only on the city of New Orleans, but its people, its infrastructure, and, interestingly enough, it's justice system.  It's been six years since Hurricane Katrina hit.  Judge White expressed how you could travel to New York City and asked someone there about Katrina; they might respond with "wasn't that a long time ago?"  If you went to New Orleans, however, she pointed out, you would see a vast difference in perspective.  

I fear this is bound to happen with Japan.  They aren't out of the woods yet, and even when that point comes after God only knows what else, Japan is not going to bounce back right away.  The infrastructure damage is going to take years to rebuild.  The loss of life will never be recouped.  

My hope for the U.S. is that we, as a nation, will be here to support Japan in whatever they need.  If it's foreign aid, we can provide.  If it's relief workers, we have people ready in the wings (my own friend Lakota among them).  If, barring all that, they just need people to remember that they're working to rebuild their lives, we can remember.  Always remember.  

This 4-month old baby girl was found in the ruins of her home and reunited with her parents on March 14th, she had been missing since March 11th.  It's stories like this juxtaposed by the tragedy of the loss of life that is the face of Japan right now.  We love you, Japan.       


#loveforjapan

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Capstone

I started off Spring Break this year with good intentions.  I was going to get a whole bunch of stuff done.  I was going to blog my cooking adventures, my gardening forays, my spackling pursuits (not really on that last one).

It didn't end well.  

In short, I planned too many things, procrastinated on about half as many, and took no account whatsoever of the weather forecast.  My last huzzah was my mid-break progress report.  It's been a week now since.  My break fizzled out with a nasty head/body achey cold thing that dragged into this week.  Sniffle, I think I'll live.  Nah, my real pursuit here is to capstone my break and bid my second to last spring break of my undergraduate career adieu properly.

I did make that list, and I stuck to it; as much as possible.  

1.  Cooking marathon!

Last episode, in the realm of cooking, I had created a splendiferously (I am amazed that the spell check didn't flag that) Irish meal of pot roast and potato cakes, topped off with a chocolate cheesecake.  I am proud to say that I made good on my list of foods to create over the week.  In addition to the meal I just described, there were enchiladas (c/o Pioneer Woman, who else?) and an Irish version of chicken pot pie.  Naturally I waited until later in the week for any more cooking creations as I was full for a solid three days after the pot roast meal.  I'm still eating leftovers, too.  Don't judge me, it's what's freezers are for.  And microwaves.  I'm a college student, what can I say?  

2.  Vegetable garden! & 3.  Compost box!

Sadly my out of doors plans were foiled by the weather.  That pesky thing, especially here in St. Louis, it's never dependable.  It rained most of the week, which caused my already mud pit of a backyard to turn into a wasteland of quicksand.  I seriously can't find my boots I wore out there the previous week.  That bad.  The gardening/composting activities are on hiatus, hopefully in a more suitable region for now, until my yard becomes walkable again.  And I find those boots.  

4.  Amiga time!

"Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other's gold," is a cute little ditty I learned in Daisy Girl Scouts (it was a dark time in my life).  In any event, I enjoy spending time with old and new friends.  I had a wonderful movie date with my new friend, Amanda - cheers Amanda! - and spent plenty of time with my gal Lakota (we go way back, her and me).  California Pizza kitchen, the recent "Red Riding Hood" film, and shopping was involved.  I would say it was a splendid way to relax, indeed.  

5.  Writing time!

Lastly, yes I did get (some) writing time.  Not as much as I'd like, but then again that's one of my own fallacies anyway.  I probably couldn't do all the writing I'd want to even if I gave it my 110% because, well, I doubt I'll ever stop writing.  Did you see what I did there?  

Do you get my joke?  Because your head, it's... it's in a tuba.

Yeah yeah, I won't quit my day job.  Wait, I don't have a day job.  Well I'm hosed.  

Thus endeth the spectacular week of the spring break and now it's back to the grind.  Naturally it's pushing 3 A.M. and I'm still up.  Glad to see old habits die hard.  Speaking of old habits, I feel another list is in order.  
  1. I am currently 1 (one!) DVD away from owning every movie Michelle Rodriguez has appeared in.  I'm cool (or crazy) like that.   
  2. 3 A.M. is, coincidentally, one of those films I own.  
  3. My dad, either through his appreciation of action flicks, or because he knows how much I love a certain aforementioned actress, (or both) took me to see Battle: Los Angeles the last day of break.  Great film. I may post more on it at a later date.  Suffice it for now to say, I will most likely go back and see it again.  
  4. I recently learned that the plural of colloquium is colloquia.  I love words whose plural form is irregular and funky looking.  It adds intrigue.   
  5. I recently also learned (finally) how to pronounce colloquium (kuh-low-qwee-uhm).  
  6. I know of about five of my friends who are engaged and will be getting married within the next year.  I feel old.  ish.  
  7. I have a milestone birthday coming up in less than a month (very excited).  
  8. There is a Princess and the Frog theme in this post.  
  9. I watched Princess and the Frog last week.  
  10. I tried making beignets (it took me forever to find out how to spell that word) once.  On a whim.  At 11 at night.  With Lakota.  Without the proper ingredients.  It didn't end well.  My brother, on the other hand, recently made beignets and they were amazing.  What gives?
Cheers,

RF

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Spring Break Progress

I can't believe I'm already halfway through my spring break.  The time you want to go by quickly never does, yet the time you want to slow down winds up zipping by like a mayfly's life cycle.  Stupid bugs.

I kicked my week off with a fancy schmancy dinner for my family Sunday evening.  The menu consisted of "Perfect Pot Roast" from The Pioneer Woman, and a few selections from the Irish Pub Cooking book I scored from B&N recently, potato cakes and a chocolate cream cheesecake!  Yum.

I was fully prepared to chronicle my cooking extravaganza, but thought a few snapshots would suffice instead.  Cue snapshots!

Despite its commercial appeal, the recipes looked fabulous.  And so far have proven to be just as tasty.  

P-dubs' Pot Roast- thyme, rosemary, carrots, onion, and a chuck roast was involved.  Oh and love.  Sheer love.  My house has never smelled so amazing.   
I count this a major success in my book- it's the first roast I've made el solo, and I didn't burn the house or the meat to cinders.  Win.

Perhaps the source of my feeling like it was me who immigrated from Ireland rather than my great grandfather- potato cakes.  Curiously delicious.  
The dinner ensemble

... Never forget dessert... 

It might not look like much but it tasted... well... how to describe?  
Close enough.  

I'm still recovering from the sheer deliciousness of it all.  Unfortunately, due to a series of poorly timed events, I haven't been to karate yet this week which isn't helping me feel any less sluggish after such a rich evening.  But I digress.  


With this beauty from California Pizza Kitchen, Hawaiian BBQ!
Monday proved just as fabulous when Lakota and I indulged in some of that amiga time I spoke of, and what better place to do that than CPK?  

Status quo?  I've eaten some fabulous food and spent time with even more fab friends so far.  More amiga time tomorrow with my girl Amanda!  Not too shabby!  

I really have been filling in the holes with productive activities, I promise.  I'm just highlighting, well, the highlights.  Spackling isn't exactly a highlight.  Nor is a puppy watching.  

Due to the copious amounts of wet weather I've experienced lately, my outdoor plans will unfortunately have to be put on hold this week.  Le sigh.  

Happy midweek to one and all,

RF

Sunday, March 6, 2011

What's Worth Living For

 I started this post a few months ago, right after the tragic Tucson, Arizona shootings.  

There are not many things that I am certain of for my future.  I don't know what it holds.  I have a skeleton of an idea of what I'd like to do and see, but ultimately I'm taking life as it comes.  One thing I've felt for a while now, almost for certain, is that I want children of my own someday.  Not every woman wants children; I have a friend who turns the other way when a bouncing gurgling baby is in the vicinity and another friend who would melt on the spot.  I'm somewhere in between, but closer to the typical mushy what-a-cute-baby type. 

I grew up in the heartland of the United States.  We were a family with two children, a dog, and a white ranch house.  My brother and I had everything we needed (and more), but I wouldn't say we were ever conceited.  I knew that bad things happened to people but I guess there was always a safe barrier, if you will, between me and them.  The people were always in a different part of the world or a different time.  I was always safe.  Then I grew up.

I don't know if this is a sign of the times, but I'm just shy of my twenty-first birthday and I've taken pause at just how frail our lives are.  The sad events of (what's now two months ago in) Tucson Arizona have me thinking.  Thinking about what kind of world I live in.  And about the world my own children will live in someday.

I find myself thinking about the life I want for my family someday.  I want to live out in the country a bit, with plenty of land to roam.  I want sweet, simple things for my children.  I want them to grow up enriched with the beauty of nature and a loving family around them.  I don't want them to have everything, but rather I want them to have more than they need.  I want them to be happy.  I want them to live long lives. 

I want a lot of the things parents like Christina Taylor Green's parents wanted for their daughter.  It's been months, as I mentioned, since the attacks in Arizona and I still feel a sense of grief for Christina's parents.  Tears come to my eyes when I recall the interview with them, when her mother described the phone call.  She immediately thought it was a car accident.  What mother expects to send her third grader to a political meeting at a local grocery store and then hear that she was shot and killed?  

Life seems so fragile.

I think about the dreams we have for our lives and for our children, and how they can be so quickly marred by grief and terror.  I think about all the things that claim people's lives, from cancer to car accidents, to natural disasters and terrorism.  And the threats are everywhere.  They're in India, Uganda, Serbia, and Guatemala.  They're in the United States, too. 


I wonder if other people my age who've known they want kids some day have been so taken aback by such horrific acts of violence that they consider not having children after all.  I have.  I think about the grief of Christina's parents.  And the grief of countless others who've seen the hopes and dreams for their children come crashing down with the smoke of a gun or the invasive cells of cancer.  And I wonder again what's worth living for. 

My simple answer is love.  It might sound cliche, but that's what I come back to again and again and I have no other way to put it.  Christina Taylor Green's parents never once said they regretted having Christina, rather they expressed that while she had a tragic beginning (she was born 9/11/01) and end to her life, the years in between were beautiful and full of love. 

One of my assorted oddities is how much movie quotes can move me.  I quote movies often, in my writing and in everyday jargon.  I have this thought on my mind about what's worth living for and a beautiful, heartfelt quote comes to my mind from Where the Heart Is (2000).  I thought I'd end on this inspiring note. 

"You tell them that our lives can change with every breath we take... and tell 'em to hold on like hell to what they've got...we've all got meanness in us, but we've got goodness too. And the only thing worth living for is the good. And that's why we've got to make sure we pass it on."

Rest in peace, Christina Taylor Green September 11, 2001 - January 8, 2011
Sincerely,

RF

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Spring Break 2011

With each passing semester, my graduation draws closer.  I've come to appreciate how few spring breaks I have left.  That would be two, to be specific.  Now I don't have the money to take a fabulous vacation to some exotic beach, but that's not the only way to spend a spring break. 

Au contraire, not every college student is programmed to seek sex and alcohol at every chance he or she gets.  No, I plan to make the most of my spring break doing the things I want to do.  

I'm not a compulsive list maker or anything, but this is what's coming up in the world of Running Fish.  
1.  Cooking Marathon!

I've got my eye on a couple of recipes from my Pioneer Woman cookbook I got for Christmas.  I also added an Irish Pub cookbook to my repertoire recently care of a Barnes and Noble St. Patrick's Day themed display.  I couldn't resist the delicious looking recipes it contained. 

This week I plan to make a couple of recipes from these books and, of course, chronicle them in the Closet Cook section.  

2.  Vegetable Garden!

Last season I tried my hand at gardening, container gardening that is, and loved it.  This year I have come into a forlorn corner garden that has seen better days, and I have many plans.  As much as I wish I could start my seedlings, alas I cannot.  I can, however, get the garden prepared.  

This week I plan to work through my sad little garden and, as it's on a slight hill, tier it into segments for optimal vegetable planting.   
 
3.  Compost box!

This is just one more nail in my geek coffin, I suppose.  I've had lumber waiting to become a compost box since last fall.  It will become one this next week.
 
4.  Amiga Time!

This is the best part of my week!  There will be much amiga time!  

5.  Writing!

I haven't done a whole lot of personal writing in a while.  I have quite a few stories and their characters who've been relegated to the extended history space on my hard drive, probably wondering if they'll ever see daylight again.  I plan on bringing them out for a bit this week. 

Happy Spring!

RF

The Pioneer Woman and Me

Ree Drummond a.k.a. The Pioneer Woman a.k.a. P-Dub made a stop to St. Louis last weekend on her book tour.  Of course I was there.  I have photographic evidence.  P-Dub is darling.  Her husband, Marlboro Man, was there as well.  MM is darling too.

Photographic evidence.  That's me hanging out behind P-Dub.  Somehow Lakota and her Momma snuck in there too...  Just kidding, I love you ladies.   

I recently found myself presented with an unexpected day off.  With that extra time on my hands, and in honor of meeting P-Dub and Marlboro Man themselves, I decided to do some baking.  What better way to celebrate meeting a cookbook author than to make something from said cookbook?  


Enter said cookbook. 

The Closet Cook strikes again!  I decided on Cinnamon Rolls.  I also decided that Ree's original recipe was better suited for an army.  Seeing as my family of three probably would drown under the sheer amount of cinnamon roll goodness the original recipe would produce, I created a halved recipe.  Rather, I divided the ingredients in half which isn't nearly the same creating a recipe.  I digress. 


The original recipe is available on Ree's website, of course.  

The modified version for people who don't have an army to feed:
Dough:
2 cups whole milk*
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1/2 cup sugar
 1 package active dry yeast
4 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 tablespoon salt

Filling:
1 cup melted butter
1/8 cup ground cinnamon 
1 cup sugar

Maple** icing:

1 pound powdered sugar
1/4 cup whole* milk
3 tablespoons melted butter
1/8 cup strongly brewed coffee
Pinch of salt
1/2 tablespoon maple flavoring or maple extract

 * I have to make a confession.  I didn't use whole milk.  I used 1%.  Because that's what we drink.  And I didn't want to buy whole milk.

** I have another confession to make, I didn't make maple icing.  I pretty much just didn't add the coffee or the maple flavoring.

They tasted delicious still, I promise.


Following Ree's faithful cookbook, I started with the dough.  I heated the milk, vegetable oil, and sugar, taking care not to allow the mixture to boil.  Just shy of boiling, I removed it from the heat.  The cookbook instructs to allow the mixture to cool to lukewarm before adding the yeast.


Or you can just remove from the heat and add the yeast on top right away like I did.  I then allowed the yest to chill on top for a minute.  One minute.  Not one second more or less.  Because I like to pick and choose which directions are more important than others.


Next is the flour.  3 1/2 cups of it.  I stirred until just combined and then covered the bowl with a dish towel for an hour.

Then I had an hour to fill.

So I went and twiddled my thumbs.

Actually, I went and burned some brush out back.

When my hour was up, I recruited my brother to watch the fire while I attended to the dough. 


To the ruminating dough I added the baking powder, baking soda, salt, and the rest of the dough (1 cup).

At this point, the dough can actually be refrigerated for up to three days.  I chose to use it right away, which is allowed per Ree's recipe.  It's also at this point I would advise to chill the dough for at least another hour, because I found the dough could have been easier to work with if it had had time to firm up a bit.  Details smetails. 


The next step, regardless of whether it's three minutes or three days after the last step, is to melt some butter and swish is around the desired baking pan.  Which is what I did.

This looks nothing like a rectangle.  

This was the (messy) fun part.  I rolled the dough, attempting to follow the "rectangle shape" instructions.  I obviously failed geometry.

Sniff.  I did the best I could.

Now, the original recipe directs you to work with half of the dough at this point.  I did this, but, long story short, don't.  In this shortened recipe, I should have used the whole blob of dough at once.  Pretend I did this.


I added about half of a 1/2 cup of melted butter next.  Then sprinkled the cinnamon and the sugar EVERYWHERE.  Then I added the rest of the butter.  And then added some more cinnamon and sugar again too.  Yum.


Once the filling was perfected to all of its buttery sugary cinnamony glory, I started rolling the dough.  The goal was a rolled dough log.  I had a rolled dough blob.  I tried to keep each layer as tight as possible, because it would make more rings in the rolls and more rings means... I don't really know what it means.  But it's important.

This.  smells.  amazing. 
The next step was to cut the log into strips.  This is the point I realized I wish I had chilled the dough.  The dough circles I cut didn't retain the circular shape that seems to be the norm for cinnamon rolls.  I had cinnamon blobs.

Despite its unruliness, this.  looks.  amazing.

Let me introduce my cinnamon blobs.  I assure you, however, they tasted fantastic no matter what their shape.  I would also suggest to cut the rolls wider as opposed to thinner. 

I then placed the rolls into the baking pan and preheated the oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit.  I covered the pan with a dish towel and set aside for 20 minutes to let the dough rise.  Once I finished twiddling my thumbs for 20 minutes, I removed the towel and baked for the suggested 13 to 17 minutes.  Make sure the rolls are baked through enough.  I didn't and I almost ruined the whole thing. 


While the rolls were baking, I made the icing!  I whisked together the powdered sugar, butter, and salt.  If they're not crazy like me, one could go ahead and add the coffee and maple flavoring too.  This is what makes it maple icing.  I just had butter and sugar icing.  Whisk whisk whisk.

Action shot!

Once the cinnamon rolls were baked sufficiently, I promptly removed them from the oven and poured the icing EVERYWHERE.

Then I sat back and drooled.

Then I located a bowl.

And a fork.    

Bowl of love. 

This is a bowl of love.  It is love in a bowl.  With a fork.

Make these.  As soon as possible.  Eat them for breakfast.  

Or you can make them in the middle of the day if you want.  Like I did.  Whatever floats your boat.

I'm no Pioneer Woman, but I'd like to think of this as an adventure of the Pioneer Woman and me.

Signed,

A Closet Cook

Monday, February 28, 2011

Night of the Twisters

I've wrestled with how personal I want this blog to be lately.  On one hand I enjoy featuring serious (or interesting, at any rate) news pieces and my resultant responses.  This serves a purpose, certainly.  I've considered a general refrain from the more personal topics, namely because who really cares and, more to the point, why share it on the Internet in the first place?  Well, mother, I'm not exactly handing out my phone number to total strangers here.  After much deliberation I've decided, what the heck.  I can put whatever I feel like on here.  Excuse me if a post surfaces about the expiration dates on the cans in my pantry, that might be going a tad too far.  I'll figure things out as I go.

Anyways, last evening, as I was futzing around (it's a technical term, you understand) on my (relatively) new (okay hand me down) 24" computer monitor (thanks Uncle T!) I was startled by a sound I have not heard since the middle of last summer.

See, I live in a stretch of the U.S. known as Tornado Alley.  We have a tornado season, similar to hurricane season and baseball season (some are more catastrophic than others), which is generally a summer thing.  It's all based on the fluctuations of the jet stream and front movements and a bunch of other fancy weathery terms that all basically mean that our particular part of the Midwest offers the perfect tornado-inducing weather.

Funny story, when my parents first arrived in the St. Louis area some time ago on a military installment, fresh from the West coast, they had no clue about the technicalities of living in a tornado-prone area.  One day my mother was at a store when lo and behold the sirens went off.  Bless her heart, my mother allegedly turned to the nearest Midwesterner and asked WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!  I truly wish I could have seen what that other woman's face looked like when she replied with, to her, the obvious explanation.  My mother says the woman looked at her like she had two heads.  I don't doubt it.  Silly West-coaster.  What I find additionally amusing to the story is that the sirens might not have been an actual tornado warning; during the "official" (you'd think I knew when this was) tornado season, there are drills on the first Monday of every month.

It was after 10 o'clock last night when I heard the first blasts of the tornado siren.  I honestly thought there was an emergency vehicle on my street, though I couldn't figure out what kind would make such an odd sound.  Then it dawned on me.  Maybe it was just a test, you know, past ten... on a Sunday night... Okay, the test theory got ruled out pretty quickly.

Wait, a tornado siren in February?

We did have a wave of tornadoes blow through on New Year's Day.   It's possible but highly uncommon for tornadoes to form over the winter months.  The bursts of unseasonably warm weather over the past month, however, combined with the alternating cold (and normal given the season) weather is actually a perfect recipe for an unstable atmosphere.  Tornado alley, ladies and gents.

Last night when the sirens went off I took a look outside but it didn't look much worse out there than any other given thunderstorm.  Then I checked the Doppler.

Red is bad.  
This is only a snapshot from last night, obviously, and doesn't reflect the storm at its peak.  At one point, a decent majority of the metro area was covered by red mass.

The first round of sirens died down as we considered taking cover in the basement.  When the second round flared up, which was around when the storm peaked for us (i.e. it was at it's highest intensity, i.e. it was VERY violent out there), I was all for the basement option.  I tossed my mac book and cell phone into a tote, then grabbed my cat and a blanket.  Just the essentials.

I didn't get to the basement, however, because en route the sirens stopped and the storm quieted significantly.  Still wary, as tornadoes are known to cause a sudden calm in a storm before a strike, I waited for the all clear from the radar.  We were good to go.

As I found out this morning, my dad and a friend of mine in other parts of the area, saw some more action than we did.  My dad's place only suffered a few downed trees.  My friend's house, however, was hit by one of the tornadoes that actually touched down last night.  Fortunately, no one was hurt, and there was only some minor damage to his house (though his yard is apparently a mess).

In all the years I've lived in the Midwest, I honestly can't remember a tornado touching down in our area. In the past two months, including last night and New Year's Day, there's been more than enough.  Crazy.

All of this makes me want to dig out an old favorite book of mine, Night of the Twisters by Ivy Ruckman.  It's an oldie, I was in middle school when I last read it.

Sorry this post didn't feature any exciting tornadoes, here's a picture of one to suffice.  
Cheers!

RF

Friday, February 25, 2011

Baby Trafficking?!



Source


According to an Australian Broadcast Corporation report,  a company in Thailand has been exposed for its "terrifying surrogacy ring."  Make no mistake, this isn't a case of surrogacy where a contractual agreement exists between a childless couple and a willing surrogate mother participant.  The company known as Baby 101 is accused of holding thirteen Vietnamese women captive in order to bear children for Taiwanese clients.  Because gestational surrogacy is illegal in Taiwan, the Thai company provided a black market solution for some childless Taiwanese couples.  The only problem is, the "surrogate" mothers aren't technically free agents; they're victims of human trafficking.  Their unborn children haven't even breathed their first breath outside the womb and they're trafficking victims, too.


BANGKOK - THIRTEEN Vietnamese women, seven of them pregnant, have been rescued from an 'illegal and inhuman' surrogate baby breeding ring in Thailand, officials said on Thursday.
Police said the company, called Baby 101, received orders by email or via agents from childless couples and in some instances the male partner would provide sperm to inseminate the women.
'This is illegal and inhuman. In some cases it looks like they were raped,' said Public Health Minister Jurin Laksanawisit, who added that those carrying children would be cared for in a private hospital.
The Vietnamese women, some of whom were offered thousands of dollars per baby, were held in two houses in Bangkok and had had their passports confiscated.
The women were freed after they were able to send an email to the Vietnamese embassy, which tipped off Thai authorities.
'Nine of the women said they had volunteered to work because they were told they would earn US$5,000 (S$6,400) for each baby. Four said they were tricked,' said Deputy Immigration Commander Major General Manu Mekmok. -- AFP  [Straits Times]


This scenario presents a terrifying (not necessarily) new (but yet widely unheard of) scenario where not only are young women (often children themselves) bought and sold as chattel for sex and domestic labor (which is bad enough) they're baby machines to boot.  In the business sense of global human trafficking, it makes scary sense.  Human trafficking exists widely because of demand and the supply for demand.  In the case of Baby 101, the company saw a demand by childless couples in a country where surrogacy is illegal.  So Baby 101 supplied that demand.


Nearly 40 women, who are identified only by a numbered code, are pictured in various poses on a website believed to be run by the company, many of which seem to be around a swimming pool at the same property.
The surrogacy service, from egg and sperm donation to the delivery of a baby, is advertised on the site for $32,000 plus other expenses.
It appears to be aimed at Taiwanese customers and says that because running a commercial surrogacy business in that country is illegal it conducts its operations in other locations.
Offices were listed in Bangkok, Phnom Penh in Cambodia and Vietnam.
The website says Thai women are not used as surrogates and adds "the protection of the law is absolutely (sic)".
It says where the women live "there are security lookout in every entrance, severely control the person and vehicles that pass in and out to the community, the guards routinely patrol around 24 hours a day all year".
Pictures of pregnant women in the house are also shown.
The company describes itself as "eugenics surrogate" and promises no "connection between consignor (client) and surrogate mother".
"We could create the finest procreation condition for your baby, mainly through the efficient embryo refining, only the superior left for implanting," it adds.
"It is really really critical for the investigators to get to the bottom of this," said Phil Robertson, of New York-based Human Rights Watch.
"This is human trafficking in its most perverse and horrific form, sexual exploitation and rape, the mind boggles that something like this could happen," he said. [ABC News]

Fortunately in this case, charges are expected against at least one member of Baby 101's deprave organization.  On a grim note, however, I fear what other "commodities" trafficking rings around the world have exploited for financial gain at the detriment of enslaved women and children.  We only know what's been brought into the light, but we'd be fools to think there's not more injustice hiding in the darkness.

Grimly,

RF

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Education Crisis



This evening's news heralded more coverage here in St. Louis on the Albert Pujols contract dilemma with the Cardinals.  ESPN speculated the following in a report today, Albert Pujols talks break off.   
"Is Albert Pujols worth $30 million per season?  He is a year and a half younger than Alex Rodriguez was when he signed a 10-year, $275M contract in 2007, and based on the numbers here, one could say that Pujols has been underpaid." 
Another issue that is on the Greater St. Louis area's plate is more budget cuts for one of our largest school districts.  This evening Francis Howell School District announced that it expects to lay off nearly one-hundred employees (mostly teachers) this week during a board decision meeting.  The almost certain decision will affect nearly every school in the district.

Check out KSDK's Francis Howell School district layoffs expected video report.  (Technical note, when I embed this particular source it defaults to automatic play on my blog's home page, long story short it's rather irritating hence the provided link).

My brother and I are products of the Francis Howell School District.  While I attended a private secondary school, my entire primary school education was through FHSD.  My brother will graduate this May, a K-12 product of the district.  Not only is FHSD one of the largest districts in the area, it also offers a myriad of extended learning services including top quality support for disabled and mentally handicapped students.  While the district, like other St. Louis area districts, has faced budget cuts in the past, I feel that at some point enough is enough.  I am not in any way criticizing the decision Francis Howell will most likely make as they are responding to their budget cuts the best they can.  My problem is in the budget cuts, and education funding in general.

In a larger sense, education budget cuts are a national trend;  St. Louis is not unique in this regard.  Money is a hot button topic and everyone loves to complain about the darned economy.  Yet at the same time, our entertainment industry seems to be doing just fine.  I don't have access to credible figures, but I'd be willing to bet that an obscene amount of money is funneled into the entertainment industry annually in the U.S.  Take James Cameron's 2009 Avatar, for example, which cost a whopping $237M to produce and grossed $2.7B worldwide.  Criticisms regarding the content of the film aside, I wouldn't say it was completely hopeless (if you ignore the "unobtanium" moniker); but in the grand scheme of things, do we really think this film was worth the money?  Here's the kicker, Avatar isn't the only movie out there to cost mega mullah.  I guarantee that the majority of the films that make it to theaters blew through millions as well; and for what?  To offer a lineup of new movies every few months - a ridiculously small percentage of which are even worth a fraction of the cost to go see it at the theater?

I realize it might seem a bit odd to take education cuts and the entertainment industry and discuss them side by side when they represent two very different systems.  Education is government sanctioned while the entertainment industry is comprised of private corporations.  The way I see it, however, there is a common denominator: the public (i.e. everyday Joe Schmoes, e.g. yours truly).  Our tax dollars support the education budget in our states.  Our money also directly funds the entertainment industry.  The only difference is that taxes are compulsory and going to the movie theater or buying a DVD is elective.

This is not to condemn paying for a movie or sports ticket, entertainment is there for a reason.  That said, I still take offense that we can so readily support one industry for our pleasure and then nickel and dime another.  The possible solutions to this conundrum I guarantee would be met with heated criticism.  Politics aside, this is our children's education that is at stake here.

To even begin to address our society's aspirations, that liberty and happiness our government was founded on to ensure, we absolutely have to educate our children.  They are our future.  If we neglect them now, we will certainly pay the price.  This is not to say that a thrifty education system cannot provide a quality education, but with continual budget cuts we run the risk of jeopardizing the quality the system is able to offer for the sake of money.

I bring this up because I am passionate about public welfare.  In a year I plan to graduate with a B.A. in Criminal Justice.  Even in the short period of time I've been exposed to the Criminal Justice field, I can resolutely affirm just how crucial a supportive education is for society.

The money exists that would benefit education; the question is how do we as a society ensure that it's used in the best way possible?

Candidly, I wonder what it would take to organize a "Movie Tickets for Education" event?  What if there was a way to encourage people to donate the cost of just one movie ticket's worth to their local school district?

Just some food for thought.

Signed,

RF

Thursday, January 20, 2011

We didn't start the fire

I'm sure most people have heard about the Florida pastor who announced plans for "International Burn a Koran Day" on the anniversary of the 9/11 attacks last September.  Well for some crazy reason, England didn't much like it when said pastor, Terry Jones, was invited to speak at a political function in their fair country.  So they banned him.  From the UK. 

Cited in this recent BBC article, which is worth a read, the reason for this exclusion was due to the government's position on extremism.  Meanwhile, Jones claims:
"I'm not against Muslims, we are not against their religion.  We have, here in the West, freedom of religion and limited freedom of speech which we don't have in other countries."
Let the record stand that Terry Jones is not against Muslims, in the same way people who burn American flags out of malice are not against Americans, or people who burn Bibles are not against Christians.  It's actually how they show their love, silly misguided simpletons.  Even better was his additional comment:
 "What I am against is the radical element.  If I came to England we would expect Muslims to rally with us."
I'm sure England's Muslim population is just devastated that that doesn't look to be a possibility anytime in the near future.  Sarcasm aside, Jones went on to complain that it wasn't fair for him to be kicked out of England permanently because his daughter and grandchildren live there.  He said the ban was unfair on a human basis.

The irony here is palpable.  It wasn't exactly "fair" on a "human basis" for the millions of Muslims who were (rightly) offended by Jones's actions.  I guess there's some poetic justice in Jones's current predicament.  The bottom line here is, hate has consequences.  When you spread enmity and discord, it's only just if you experience even a slight discomfort as a result.

So I'm not sorry, Terry Jones, that England has chucked you out.  The people you insulted with your little holiday idea lost far more than you have, their dignity.

We might not have started the fire, but it's actions like Terry Jones's that sure dumps a whole lot of oil on those proverbial flames.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

The cost of free speech, a message to the Westboro Baptist Church

The Bill of Rights did not come into existence at the behest of ignorant people who wanted to picket military funerals with anti-anything signs.  The Founding Fathers put those rights into the Constitution to protect the common man (and woman) against oppression.  Furthermore, the soldiers who have died defending this nation over the centuries did not do so lightly.  It is no small gift, the freedom we have, yet there are some in our midst who seem to treat it like garbage.

Enter the Westboro Baptist Church (WBC) protesters.  Recently the controversial group made good on their promise to protest in front of an administration building in St. Charles, Missouri, near my hometown.

From an article entitled 'Cowards, go home' Peaceful but vigorous counter-protest compels Westboro protesters to exit early:
"Nothing WBC protestors could say was audible with hundreds of counter protestors drowning out the unwelcome visitors, waving flags and shouting them down.  Military veterans, Tea Party organizations, youth groups, and ordinary citizens were on hand to greet the five or six WBC members upon their arrival.  Whatever message the WBC had planned to deliver was literally drowned out. "
This ladies and gentlemen is a fine example of honoring the meaning of our First Amendment rights.  Yes, you have the "right" technically to say a lot of things in the public arena (such is one of the beauties of our country), but the sacrifices that gave you that right also give you a certain responsibility to use it appropriately.  The truth in a quote popularized in the 2002 Spiderman movie, "Remember, with great power comes great responsibility," we would do well to acknowledge.

To the members spearheading the WBC's message of hate and slander against service men and women I have this to say, the heroes who have given you the right to stand up and say whatever (cowardly) message you want have made a sacrifice none of us will ever begin to deserve, you least of all.  You call yourselves Christians, followers of Christ, yet there is not one record in the Bible of Jesus Christ condoning your behavior.  Furthermore, it was Jesus Christ who said "Truly, I tell you whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me" (Matthew 25:40).  You may be "Christians" but you are not Christians.

A funeral, regardless of who the deceased was, is a time for mourning.  The privacy of the family and friends, and the dignity of the deceased is of the utmost importance.  It is not appropriate for complete strangers (such as the WBC and the people they've protested) to ever make slurs against these people, much less at their funeral.  Add the fact that the people in question are service men and women who've fallen in defense of this nation.  The absolute fury I feel at this is indescribable.

To the rest of America, I ask what will we do with the freedom that has come at such a dear price?  Will we use it to crucify the very people who've ensured such protection, or will we use it to honor them and live the lives they've fought to ensure us?  I only hope I can begin to live up to the great responsibility given to me, and even then I know I am indebted far beyond my ability to repay.

Respectfully,

RF

Monday, January 17, 2011

Listography Day 10: List Topics

The whole reason for this post series is because I live in lists.  I happened upon listography.com some moons ago and found ample creative list topics.  Here goes my final day, day ten from Ten Days of Listography.  I thought I'd wrap things up with a list of more topics generated from said website.  Happy writing!

List of recurring dreams.

People who have fascinated me recently. 

10 embarrassing moments. 

My fictitious band ideas. 

Favorite things I can cook.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Listography Day 9: Memorable Places

One day left of Ten Days of Listography and I'm talking (er, blogging?) about the most memorable places I've visited to date.

Vatican City



Rome, Italy



Monaco



Paris, France



New York City, NY

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Listography Day 8: Music videos

Ten Days of Listography is starting to wrap up with day eight and the music videos I love (in no particular order).

Bad Romance by Lady Gaga
(Disclaimer: it's catchy, I like to run to it, it's about human trafficking, don't judge me)



King of Anything by Sara Bereilles



Shut Me Out by Kutless



Land of Confusion (cover) by Disturbed



Invincible by Pat Benatar

Friday, January 14, 2011

The Tomorrow When The War Began Film, An American's Review

Disclaimer: I apologize in advance for this long post.  It's long.  
The last time I wrote about one of my favorite books Tomorrow When The War Began by John Marsden, I was anxiously anticipating its recently produced film to make its way to me here in the States.  Well my happy people, the joyous package arrived in my mail yesterday.  That is after hoping for years that a film would be made on the books, drooling over the trailers when said film finally came into being, formulating far fetched plans of rowing to Australia to see the film, and later pre-ordering the DVD, the TWTWB movie was on my doorstep.  O frabjous day!  After all the ears I've talked off announcing my praises for this series over the years, I feel that it is only right for me to offer a review of said movie.  An American's review, obviously, because I am in fact an American.  I apologize in advance to Australians everywhere if I sound ignorant in any of my commentary, I mean no offense.  Love you guys.

My previous review of the TWTWB books I featured in a post last November, so check that out if you want.  The story is about a group of seven Australian teenagers who go on a camping trip during their Christmas holidays, more specifically over the weekend of Commemoration Day.  When they return, they find their homes abandoned and their families missing.  They begin piecing together the facts of the confusing situation until they figure out the only plausible story they could think of where all the pieces fit: their country has been invaded and their families have been captured.  The group, soon joined by an eighth teenager, steps into the role of guerrilla soldiers, attempting to combat the invading forces and reclaim their homes.  It's a hell* of a ride.  *wink

Marsden clearly crafted his books in an extraordinary way.  His readers can relate to the characters and while the story may seem far fetched, it's quite believable. As a reader I found myself wondering what I would do were I to find myself in a similar situation; I feel this is a hallmark of good literature.  Then I saw the American film Red Dawn from 1984 and decided I'd leave the guess work up to pros like Marsden.  It was because of my deep affection for this book series that I hoped for a film adaptation, and a decent one at that.  I don't know how it is in Australia, but in the States it has long been the norm that book to film adaptations are generally horrible.  Sometimes if you watch the film without thinking about the poor book it ripped off and left to rot, then you might find yourself acceptably amused.  It was because of this I had a reservation, and an expectation, for a TWTWB film.  I must say that overall this film did not disappoint.  American film directors ought to take a leaf out of Stuart Beattie's hat.

On the casting and characterization, my thoughts are as follows.


Ellie Linton and Lee Takkam

Ellie was one of my favorite characters in the books, namely because with her as the narrator I saw most of the story through her eyes.  I also like Ellie's aloof personality and her sense of humor.  Ellie was played by actress Caitlin Stasey.  

Pros: I felt that Stasey really embodied Ellie, which wasn't an easy task in my sight as Ellie is basically the main character of the story.  Stasey had a great chemistry with the other actors, especially with Rachel Hurd-Wood who played Ellie's best friend Corrie.  Their relationship brought me to tears in some parts, which I credit the actresses' chemistry.  I felt the same connection in the film between Ellie and Corrie that I felt in the books and that I feel in real life with my best friends.  

Cons: As with any book to film adaptations, readers have to reconcile the way they pictured characters in the book to the way they're represented in the film.  Thus my only con for Ellie in the film is simply I didn't picture her quite as charming and beautiful.  No offense Ellie of the book.  To the film's credit, Ellie's physical appearance is never really described in detail so this is a freebie.  

Lee was always a minor character in my mind, no offense buddy.  I wasn't ever a real fan of him for reasons unknown.  Lee was played by actor Chris Pang.

Pros: The Lee of the film really grew on me.  He's still not my favorite character, but the film actually helped me see Lee a little better.  I was also pleasantly surprised by the chemistry between Pang and Stasey (Ellie); I can see Ellie and Lee as a couple in the film.  

Cons:  Due to my precedence with Lee, I was hesitant to liking Lee in the film at all (like I said I warmed up to him).  I will say that he didn't immediately fit as Lee in my mind the way some of the other actors did, but again that's the reader interpretation fallacy I mentioned.  A real con, I felt, to Lee in the film was that some of his lines were on the awkward side.  In the book Lee was the reserved-turned-pro-fighting guy who was prone to rather insightful comments that took the other characters by surprise.  In the film what I took for those insightful comments were actually quite abrupt and awkward; I feel with some minor tailoring to some of the lines, however, this could have been corrected.  In the grand scheme of things, this wasn't a show stopper.  


Homer Yannos and Fiona Maxwell

Homer is my top favorite character in the book.  I always liked his rough and tumble sort of personality. He seems like a fun guy to hang around.  In the film, Homer is played by actor Deniz Akdeniz.  

Pros:  If his name wasn't charming enough, Akdeniz is one beautiful man.  Even if Homer wasn't my favorite from the books, he certainly was after seeing this film.  Akdeniz hit Homer spot on and rounded out his character perfectly.  Akdeniz blended Homer's boisterous, trouble-maker personality well with his guerrilla mindset.  I especially loved the tribute to Homer's history of waiting for repairmen to go up on the roof and then stealing their ladders.  Hilarious.  Also, his attraction towards Fi (Fiona) was simply adorable.  

Cons:  I honestly don't have a single con about Homer.  

Fiona is rarely (if ever) referred to as such in the books, I always knew her as Fi.  Obviously this is the shortened version of her name, but me in my infinite quirkiness got it in my head that her name rhymed with pie.  Any other logical minded human being probably recognized that Fi had to have been short for Fiona and thus rhymed with fee.  I rest my embarrassing case.  Anyway, so Fi (I have since reconciled to   what her name actually is, for the record) is the porcelain doll turned unexpected bad ass.  I love her.  She's played by Phoebe Tonkin in the film.

Pros:  Tonkin wedded Fi's "city-girl" side with her bad ass side brilliantly.  She's gorgeous, yes.  She's rich, yes.  But she's not a snob and she's not completely useless.  Tonkin was quite possibly one of my favorite of the film characters.  She was the girl who never really knew a life outside of town, but she wasn't an air-head (her mother, on the other hand... see below).

Cons: The film had two glaring stereotypes (three actually, with Lee's family, but that was bound to happen) that I wasn't a fan of, Fi's family was one of them.  Fi comes from a wealthy family who lives in a big house in town while the other teens are "rurals." No problem.  Well in the film, our first glimpse of Fi is this...

Yes, they're talking to each other.  On the phone.  Three feet apart.  

Ugh, the stereotype permeates even the picture sans the acting.  Layer on Fi's mother's horrendously fake mannerisms, and you've got one part of the film that in my mind never happened.  I always felt that Fi and her family, while wealthy, were meant to be decent, ordinary people just like the other teens' families.  Instead her mother, at any rate, was portrayed as an utter snob.  Fortunately, this ate up all of one minute, two tops, of the film and it didn't affect Fi's character.  


Corrie Mackenzie and Kevin Holmes

Corrie was always dear to me because as Ellie's best friend, I felt protective of Corrie in the way I feel about my best friends.  Corrie is the friend who's more like a sister because of how long she and Ellie have known each other.  Rachel Hurd-Wood portrays Corrie in the film.  

Pros:  Corrie is spunky and admittedly a little boy-crazy without, again, being stereotypical.  Her chemistry with Stasey (Ellie), like I said before, was very genuine.  

Cons: My only issue with Corrie has actually nothing to do with her character.  At the beginning of the film Ellie receives a text from Corrie which prompts her to ride a dirt bike over to Corrie's house.  The film then shows us that the town of Wirrawee is preparing for Australia Day by having Ellie pass by the showground.  While this was a technique to show, rather than tell, the audience about Australia Day, it didn't quite work in the logistics of the story.  Corrie was supposed to live outside of town, like Ellie.  When the teens return from their trip and start trying to figure out what happened, they go to Ellie's, Homer's, Kevin's, and Corrie's respective houses.  They don't go into town right away.  But based on the placement that Corrie lived close enough to town that Ellie had to pass through it on the way to Corrie's house, they would have had to go dangerously close if not into the town itself to get to Corrie's after the trip.  This one con, however, can be summed up thusly: I am a book freak and I doubt no one else really cares about this detail.  I just wanted to appease the freak in me.

Kevin was the older guy who only came on the camping trip because he was dating Corrie, and as Ellie suspected, Corrie mightn't have been as apt to go if Kevin wasn't involved.  Kevin was described as appearing rather dense, but he is later understood as just being on the quiet side.  He's really loyal to Corrie, which is beautiful especially given what they go through.  Kevin was played by Lincoln Lewis, whose name I love.

Pros:  Lewis did a splendid job with Kevin's loyalty to Corrie.  He has his moments, but in the end he really comes through.  Also, he has this awesome dog named Flip whose name I am seriously considering using to name my own dog.  Here's Flip now!

Flip!

Cons:  I was never that invested in Kevin's character to really have any cons about him in the film.  



Robyn Mathers and Chris Lang

Robyn was a cool cat.  She always stuck to her beliefs and was in general a good-hearted person.  She was played by Ashleigh Cummings in the film.

Pros:  I'm sorry to say but I don't really have any pros for Robyn in the film.  While I liked her in the book, in the film...

Cons: Robyn was the one character I still can't completely accept in the film.  I was able to accept Lee, but for some reason I didn't see Robyn at all the way she was portrayed in the film.  She had a mousy quality about her, like she spent too much time in a church.  This was the second glaring stereotype in the film, even more annoying to me than Fi's mother in fact.  Robyn's parents were supposed to be very strict and her father was a pastor.  The film took this to the extreme that, lest we forget that Robyn and her family were "religious," in practically every scene that we see Robyn's father (it's a relatively short period of time, fortunately) there's always the perfect angle of the shot so we see a crucifix on his wall, there's crosses and angels everywhere in Robyn's yard and house, and Robyn herself has a strategically placed cross necklace that catches the light as she picks up a gun later in the film.  We get it, they're religious.  This wasn't such a glaring, in your face concept in the books.

There was hand holding involved.  Seriously.  That bad.  

This is the scene where Ellie, Robyn, and Corrie (not pictured) are attempting to convince Robyn's father (opposite the image) to allow Robyn to go on the camping trip.  All three girls obviously went to great lengths to appear extremely conservative in their appearances and Robyn spent the whole time talking about how it was good for the teens to get away from the "pressures of the world" (or something like that) and get closer to God in nature.  I think my biggest problem with this is the liberty taken from Robyn's parents in the book- there is nothing to indicate that they were so stereotypically "religious."  They were strict, yes, and Robyn was always the moral center of the group, yes, but this was taken to an unrealistic extreme in the film.  While I was able to drop the issue I had with Fi's mother, I really can't let this one go.  Even still, it doesn't deter my overall opinion of the film.  

Last but not least is Chris, the stoner who joins the gang after the invasion.  Chris was the loner sort of guy who smoked and wrote, both in excess.  He has a tragic sort of aspect to his character.  While not my absolute favorite, I always liked Chris.  He was a cool guy.  In the film he was portrayed by Andrew Ryan.

Pros:  While I don't agree that Ryan was the best choice to portray Chris, I feel that in any book to film there are certain liberties that have to be made and I can accept the ones that are committed to and delivered soundly.  Ryan just happened to do this and for that I give him credit.  He played a laid back, almost hippie-like stoner with a sense of humor that wasn't jaded by the awful things he'd seen since the invasion.  

Cons:  Chris was exactly the opposite of humorous.  He was actually rather despondent and depressed.  He didn't really have anything to fight for, in his eyes, as his parents were overseas when the invasion took place.  He had a very dark side and spent a lot of his time writing.  He did smoke, yes, and was described as a stoner in school, but he didn't have the "happy go lucky" sort of personality of the Chris in the film.  This is one of his poems that Ellie read:

They will carry me to the field
Through the wreaths of mist
Moist on my face,
And the lamb will pause
For a thoughtful stare.
The soldiers, they will come.
They will lay me in the dark cold earth
And push the clods in upon my face.  
(The Dead of Night, John Marsden, pg. 264)

Basically my con with Chris is, while his portrayal in the film was a sound character, he was almost two completely different Chris' between the book and the film.  Taken alone, the film was fine in this aspect however.  Again, this is me being nit-picky.  

Overall, I loved the film.  My greatest disappointment is that it didn't cover all seven books, but alas I think I can forgive them... My pros and cons of the whole film are as follows.  

Pros: It's got to be the best adaptation I've ever seen; I feel the director committed to the book instead of abandoning it like most other adaptations I've seen.  I also like how they made the story to fit our standard of modern.  The books were published in the early 1990s and were set in modern times, albeit an alternate-universe.  As it is the 2000s, times have changed slightly.  This was most specifically seen in the film's use of cellphones.  While they didn't have cellphones in the book, it would have been weird for the characters to not have them in the film. The scene where they're all trying to get a connection of any sort to the outside world, e.g. via television, radio, etc. the first thing the whole group does is whip out their cells, only to receive a no signal message.  I also noticed that Ellie had a Macbook Pro, which made me smile (as I have one).  This was a great tribute to Marsden's creation of a timeless book series.  

Cons: I daresay, the film almost relied too heavily on the audience knowing the story.  This could be because the book series is the Hatchet and To Kill A Mockingbird of Australia, i.e. it's, as I understand, a school reading list staple in Australia; as the film was produced and released in Australia, it's not a stretch to assume that most people would know the story.  
Even still I wish the film had introduced the conclusion that the teenagers come to, that they've been invaded, more realistically.  In the book they searched some of their houses looking for clues as to why their families were all gone and their homes abandoned.  When they got to Corrie's house, they discovered a fax Corrie's father sent that said, "Corrie, I'm in the Show Secretary's Office.  Something's going on.  People say it's just Army manoeuvres but I'm sending this anyway, then heading home to tear it up so no one'll know what an idiot I've been.  But Corrie, if you do get this, go bush.  Take great care.  Don't come out till you know it's safe.  Much love darling, Dad" (TWTWB pg. 73).  I only point this out because this was the first real evidence the teens found that not only explained perfectly all the puzzling clues they had, but also introduced the sinister idea that they'd been invaded.  Without the note, an invasion would have made as much realistic sense as if a group of American teens found themselves in the same situation.  It wouldn't.  The film omits this entirely however and the group seems to make that leap and decide that they've been invaded solely on the evidence that: they saw planes flying overhead while out camping, their families are nowhere to be found, and their homes haven't been looked after in days.  As I said the film almost relied too heavily on knowing the story, if I had seen the film without any knowledge of the books I would have had no idea how they jumped to that conclusion.  

Now if I had a dollar for every time I referenced "the book(s)" in this post thus far, I would be a very rich college student.  As it is I don't and I'm not.  My detailed criticism aside, one of the ways this film sealed the deal for me was a choice scene plopped in the middle for good measure, and it just might make all my book references worthwhile:  The group of eight are back at their camp and Ellie asks Corrie about the book she's reading.  Corrie makes a comment to the effect that "It's better than the movie was," which Ellie responds with, "They always are."  
I just want to give the director a big hug for this little gem.  Why?  Because that scene seemed to show that Beattie acknowledged that the film wasn't going to be able to replace the books, and furthermore that it shouldn't.  This is the prime area I feel many American directors so often fail at adaptations; books can't be topped.  Okay in some extreme cases where the book may have been awful to begin with and the only direction to go from is up, maybe, but in the vast majority of the cases the book is always better.  This doesn't mean the film is pointless, however.  Film adaptations are lovely because, when done right (hint hint), they give fanatic readers (such as moi) another chunk of the wonderful story to feast on.

Thus, in my marathon reviewing extravaganza, I would highly recommend this film.  Basically, the film took a book series I love dearly and created an acceptable film, not as a replacement, but in addition to the books.  Still, I recommend the books even more.  Whether you're American, Australian, or Anaractican, the books draw you in and intertwine your fate with that of the characters.  You won't regret reading this series.  I hope you enjoy the movie as much as I did, as well.  

One last thing, if you're American, I had a heck of a time seeing this movie.  So far the film has only been released to DVD in Australia and possibly New Zealand; I ordered my copy online from Australia.  It's worth noting that the DVD is coded as Region 1, which means that most DVD players in the U.S. won't play the disc as our DVDs are Region 4.  I found that my Macbook Pro will let me reset the region code, so I was able to view the film.  However it said I could only set the region four times which makes me wonder if that means I can only have it set to one or the other and that I'd ultimately have to choose between the two.  I found some information online that leads me to believe I might be able to make my computer region-free, as a potential resolution.  I don't know if PCs offer the region adjustment.  The other option is to get a region-free DVD player.  I've been looking into this and found a couple reasonably priced (i.e. 30 to 60 dollars range) ones on Amazon.  I just thought I'd throw that out there.  Obviously I have a copy, if any of my friends out there would like to borrow it sometime.  

Cheers everyone!  Go read!    

Love, 
RF