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“world peace will not be built on empty stomachs.”

Out of New York City for some family visiting, and in the deep depths of Philadelphia’s suburbia, I was recently reminded how much money I save buying something as simple as strawberries here. I (my dad) paid $1.88 for a pack of strawberries, which, in my current homestead of Brooklyn would cost around $4.50.

Ok, big deal, I could enjoy strawberries and a thicker wallet simultaneously today. I’ll get back to food later. Something else I’ve missed while living in New York, besides cheap produce, is the news. I don’t care if I sound nerdy. We don’t have a television in New York and I love watching cable television news. Most of the time it’s a whole lot of partisan horseshit. But at least after watching enough and keeping up to date with the reliable Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert, and enjoying my Sunday Meet the Press, I have a somewhat general idea of what’s going on. Sure, I could be reading the New York Times, but that’s a dollar+ a day that I can’t currently afford. So after being at home for a solid 36+ hours and being able to enjoy my Sunday morning Meet the Press, I realized I had a lot of catching up to do. And hey, anything is possible with the infinite scope of the internet these days, right?

Cue the computer. Up comes the New York Times website. Emmy coverage on the front page. And before the NY Times gets all the brunt of this, I checked and Fox news’ front page is currently the same situation. When did knowing what famous people are wearing become front page news? When did the journalism community get together and decide to make actors winning awards more front-page news-worthy than what’s happening with the economy? Or maybe health care? Or perhaps one of the two wars we are currently engaged in? I don’t care if I sound like an adult and not a quirky fashionista fun loving 22 year old. I’m sick of this culture of materialistic bullshit we’ve been socialized into. We are now an active part of post-collegiate society. I think that makes us at least almost-adults. Fake ones if not real ones. That means that the responsibility is on us to care about things worth caring about and decide what society deems news-worthy. My search on the NYTimes site continues.

I’m steering away from Emmy awards and attempting to be caught up with the world. Where to begin? I realize quickly that I just want to know everything without having to sift through it all. I click the “world” section and click the article entitled “So Much Food. So Much Hunger.” I am fully cognizant that this article won’t help me get caught up with Iraq, or get me up to speed with the Afghanistan war. It won’t re-iterate that Joe Wilson is a disrespectful, asinine politician or that Kanye West is a pompous, self absorbed, egocentric dolt (I’ve already known this for awhile now anyway)-((sidenote, I heard the clip where Obama calls him a jackass. High fives to Obama)). I am ok with not reading up on all this at the moment.

I go ahead and read said article on the current hunger crisis. I learn about this guy who just past away a few days ago, Norman Borlaug. His advances in plant breeding are estimated to have saved hundreds of millions of lives during his lifetime. “His breeding of high-yielding crop varieties helped to avert mass famines that were widely predicted in the 1960s, altering the course of history.” All this and I have never even heard of the guy. However, like the article notes, despite his accomplishments, more people are hungry today than ever before. “David Beckmann, president of the antihunger group Bread for the World, boiled the causes down into one unifying theme — “a lack of give a damn.”” Food programs are short of funds, millions in Africa are threatened by a severe drought. Yet America is producing tons of food and has the technical power to help end a TON of this hunger.

Have you ever been so confused, angry, and sad about a problem that it renders you incapable of knowing where to begin determining your own role in it’s solution? Sitting here in the still of the quaint, privileged, strawberry-loving, upper middle class suburban night, I’m wondering- what the fuck?? What do I do? When I lived in the NYU dorms last summer during an internship, I used to get apples from the cafeteria and give them to the homeless guy sitting outside the building in the morning while I was on my way to work. This all hardly seems like a tangible memory at the present moment while I stare at the faces of Darfur refugee children carrying food aid at the top of the Times article.

I’m finding that one of the most frustrating things about being an idealistic 22 year old revolutionary-wannabe is this transient period between college graduation and any sort of stability. While you’re in college you have the reasonable excuse that you’re to tend to your studies and learn of the problems before being out and of the world in any position to do something about them. Now, in the throws of post-college disarray and oscillating uncertainty, I can at least say that I look forward to figuring out my own way of attempting to do something that means something… “doing epic shit” as one old friend would put it.

Here’s to hoping people in our generation give a damn. And continue to figure out how they themselves factor into bringing about some sort of palpable change.

-K

i’m bored so everyone must get off the computer and immediately get a tattoo. No exceptions, gramma.

Presenting, the greatest animation of all time (in my opinion), Madame Tutli-Putli by Chris Lavis and Maciek Szczerbowski.

-B

It’s love, it’s not Santa Claus.

I’m just going to assume everyone knows who Zooey Deschanel. Yeah, yeah, she’s extremely-insanely-unfairly adorable and you would slap your grandmother in the head for her wardrobe. I know, me too.

With that said, I don’t like talking about a movie that someone hasn’t seen. Any expectation at all, can ruin a perfectly perfect film. I like to form my own impression and like to let others do the same. If I hate a movie, I want to hate it because it was terrible not because everyone hyped it up.

But with that said! Soundtracks are fair game and (500) Days of Summer’s is amazing.

I judge albums off how many songs I actually want to listen to. Even if a CD has 3 epic song, you’re still left with a bunch of wasted time and fast forwarding.
And I pretty much love every song on the album.

- it has a variety of different genres
- a good mix of old and new
- some well done covers
- and can we be honest? Any movie that can not shame Simon and Garfunkel, is worth check out. It happens more often than you think.

~B

Beep.

I would like to publicly apologize to a Ms. Kelly G. these questions take a lot longer than I thought. And is a lot harder. I was totally naive, and for that, I am sorry. Your questions were wonderful and so is your roach killing ability.

1. Ms. studied-abroad, 5 things you miss about Europe:
-Going to the grocery store. I really really really loved walking to the market every other day. Maybe it was the new choices of foods, or the cranky cashier or the fact that it was in front of The Pantheon. In a weird way, it was my therapy there, it just felt good and I doubt I’ll ever figure out why.
-The gelato place outside my apartment, Tre Scalini.
-The cute guy who worked at the gelato place. He didn’t speak much English and I only knew enough Italian to order a small chocolate (piccola cioccolato), but we had a connection. He would always put heart shaped cookies in my gelato. He asked me on a date (someone translated) the last day I was there.
-Not having a cell phone.
-Being able to travel cheaply to a new culture, even just for a weekend.

2. What’s so hot about a guy holding a camera?
It’s totally true. I had liked Dude for a while but when I saw him hold a camera for “Mime Pimp”, I was smitten. And I am aware of how obnoxious this statement is going to sound. BUT, I’ve heard chicks say, when they see a guy hold a baby or play around with little kids, they just fall for him. It’s just a primal instinct to be attracted to a man that can protect their offspring. — Is anyone else throwing up from my answer? Yeah? Good, me too — I think maybe for film chicks (and some dudes) its the same thing. Its a film primal instinct to be attracted to a guy who knows how to handle a Bolex. Plus when he held the camera on his shoulder, his shirt would lift a little and bit of that lower part of his stomach would show ;-)

3. If you had 6 children (with blue hair), what would their names be?
For serious. Panda Amelie Sophia (girl), Lucy James (girl), Wilson Gable (boy or girl), Jack Digby (boy), Lulu Dear Jazz (girl),  and Kelly Strummer (boy, a mix of Gene Kelly and Joe Strummer aka the coolest kid in school).

4. What kind of old lady (85+) will you be?
I hope I’m covered in tattoos, long gray hair perhaps a streak of blue, and with lots of pictures of places I’ve been. A more bad ass version of Rose from Titanic. While having kids isn’t appealing to me in the slightest, being a grandma seems like pure joy. Maybe I could do a reverse adoption thing. Spoil and over feed 28 grandchildren and then head off to a retirement home. And while there seems to be a negative attitude about going, I’m really really looking forward to it. It seems like college all over again but this time, no class and more hooking up.

5. Describe a perfect upcoming New York adventure that you would like to embark on.
I’m really looking forward to finding an apartment as mundane as that sounds. Have my own space is pretty exciting in such a crazy city.

6. Can people fall madly in love more than once in their lives/ have you?
I believe so simply because I hope so. I’ve totally been in love before, but I don’t think madly in love yet. I think it happens with people you really know and feel for and when you’re at a great time in your relationship.

Although If I imagine how it feels, it’s a lot like this. Or perhaps the closest thing was when I was 7 years old, his name was Pete and even to this day, I remember him giving me butterflies every-single-day I saw him. I think if it wasn’t for him, I would have done a lot better in 2nd grade math. He eventually moved away and that was that.

7. What happens when people die? (I’m curious)
When people die they go to this place (I don’t know what it’s call because I haven’t been there yet), but it looks just like earth on a very perfect Fall day and Alanis Morissette is there. Each now dead person builds their own little hut, sews a stuffed beard and writes down their favorite story of their life, to give to God. She looks over it to see where she can make improvements. When they are done with their stories, they get to go hang out with their other dead friends and catch up. And drink fish bowls. And everyone is their favorite perfect age, forever. (Mine is 20).  

8. All the film faculty gets fired at Penn State. Who (from our class) replaces everyone?
AKA my dream faulty. And I think some new classes would be added for good measure.
Screen Writing + Motivational Speaking: Ms. Chelsea
Tech Topics + Animation: Ms. Kelly
Doc + Set Design: Ms. Molly
Senior Film:
Doyle- I feel like he is good mix of Dorn and The Beard.
Mary- Maura replacement. Mary gets her shit done.
Ed- I’m pretty convinced he’s Rod’s son.

9. When it comes to dating/relationships, what are 3 major things you look for in a companion? (I realize this is so eHarmony of me):
I have two sets of answers for this because there is the initial factors and then the real things that matter.
When I first meet a guy:
- I have to like his shoes… I don’t know…. I’m not even into shoes all that much myself. I mean, I wear Reef flip flops six solid months of the year. But I’ve totally not pursued crushes because of ugly shoes. More than twice.
- Don’t make me do cutes-y crap. I don’t want go on goofy movie like dates, ride those weird attached bikes, sing karaoke, feed ducks, play mini golf,  ice skate, sledding,  eat in a gross fancy restaurant, or etc etc etc.
- He has to like love sugar. If you’re a health weirdo, cool, but let’s not hang out. I live off chocolate milk and sour worms, and odds are we’re not going to see eye to eye on anything else.

For realsies:
- My mind is constantly going and I feel 100 emotions a day. I need someone who is level headed and knows I’m probably going to move on from my fit of joy or bummed out-ness in 20 minutes. I don’t need someone to talk me out of that bad mood, I’ll move past it on my own. But if he can just agree with me on whatever sucks/is awesome at the moment and not coddle me, we can all move on with our days much sooner. 
- My father and brother are amazing. And I’m extremely lucky and spoiled to have these two men in my life. My dad was really the one who taught me, chicks are capable of the world and are much stronger than the world lets us believe. And my brother is the right amount of protective, encouraging and way more brilliant than he ever leads on. So, this is where the bar is set. I know its a high one but I don’t see how it could be any other way.
- Someone who inspires me to create and makes me want to laugh. Time is totally and completely precious and I don’t plan on wasting a day of this life.

10. Where will you be in 5 years? 30 years?
In 5 years I’ll be 27, so I hope I’ve opened a bakery/cafe/crafting/bar in a city that I love and surrounded by my favorite people, three chicks in particular and maybe a cute dude. Making short films about a goofy little girl who wore PJ’s and cowboy boots to kindergarten everyday.
30 years: I’d like to have a small place in Erie on the lake and places in Dublin and Rome and Portland. With the profit I made from the bakery I opened a specially specific retirement home and made MILLIONS. I donated just enough money to Penn State to make them hand Carnegie over to the film department, all of IP is turned into a sound stage/bakery/cafe/crafting/bar and get rid of all the other Comm. majors. 

Me:
5 years: Kelly will be running a bakery/cafe/crafting/bar, revamping how the world sees vegan treats, living in a loft in Dumbo with a view of the water and her boyfriend who is surprisingly a straight laced investment banker.
30 years: Regarded as one of the more influential animation filmmakers of all time. Still living in Dumbo with her I.B. boyfriend, but now with 3 boys named Gobo, Cadence and Richie.

Molly:
5 years: Molly will be married. Her wedding was featured in Martha Stewart’s Wedding Magazine as the wedding of the year. When the editor found out she fashioned it all herself, they gave her a job.
30 years: There is officially no more Martha Stewart and Molly is The Queen of All Things Crafty. She often vacations in Europe where she rides a wooden bike with a basket and is fluent in 7 languages.

Chelsea?
5 years: Chels will be married to a certain wolf lover. I said it. What are you going to do about it?
30 years: Chelsea bought a large portion of land in PA and runs one of the most successful drive-in movie theaters. People have been quoted as saying, “You haven’t seen a movie until you’ve seen it at The Place.” Little did she know, 70 years from this point, this was the brilliant idea that sparked an entire culture evolution. That town in PA is now consider the hipper radder east coast version of Portland.

11. Scheme up your next big creative project/goal:
Once I get my hand on all of my love post-its, I’m going to make a real book. And perhaps put up another board somewhere in Brooklyn.

12. Would you rather be best friends with Paris Hilton or Joe Pa, and why?
Joe Pa. I believe in loyalties and Paris is kind of a flake.

13. Something you’ve learned about the art or film industry since moving to NYC:
There are no excuses. You just do/make/create/enjoy it.

14. You’re shipwrecked on an island. All by yourself. (Think Tom Hanks: Cast Away, minus the beard, plus blue hair). Lucky for you a carrier pigeon will bring me a note that you’ve written with instructions to send the following list—->
…why wouldn’t you save me?
1 cd you need: DJ Danger Mouse -The Grey Album   
2 movies you need: Amelie and Jurassic Park
3 books you need: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, My Hoizontal Life by Chelsea Handler, and Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs
4 foods you need: strawberries, sour gummy worms, fat free chocolate milk and cucumbers
5 arts and crafts supplies: spray paint, hot glue gun, exacto knife, cardboard and every color sharpie there is. Thin tip, please.

15. The 5 best things about grade school* (*grade school = grades 1st-8th) were:
Uniforms and Four Square. That’s it.

16. The first movie that ever made you cry was:
Lion King. When Mufasa died, it broke my tiny heart. I was afraid to leave my dad’s side for while after that.

17. The most romantic thing someone has ever done for you:
I think there are the epic* romantic things that are go-to answers but then the little things that really show you who a person is. It was a Thursday evening, I was having a terrible day, I had been in the editing lab since Tuesday afternoon. Only a couple hours of sleep all on the floor. Things were not coming together, and going epically wrong. I finally got out of Carnegie. Dude picked me up even though I argued I didn’t want a ride. Took me to get my favorite Chinese food and listened to me cry for 45 minutes in the restaurant. I was a total mess and Dude was just a huge backbone.

18. Explain the phrase: “I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha.”
It means, never ever underestimate the power of a 4 minute one shot or your friends. 

19. A movie that has had an incredibly deep impact on you: Cupcakes or Pandas?
I guess depends on the context. If we’re ridding the world of one, like kill off all the pandas or just throw out all of the cupcakes. I’m going to say, hey, guys. let’s save the pandas. But if we’re saying, for president, probably cupcakes because they make everyone happy and pandas are super lazy. Or if we should eat them. Again, cupcakes.
So it all just depends.

20. The best thing about being Brianna Wilson is:
When you’re going through those weird times and want to do something crazy and nuts and a bit stupid. If it won’t kill/hurt you, I’ll probably encourage it and help you do it. What is a life without crazy stories to tell.

* For good measure For my birthday, Dude picked me up from class and argued that we had to go out for dinner right that moment. We get to the restaurant and my parents, who I had not seen in probably a month and a half are sitting in the table. A bit later he gave me a lens for my camera and probably the sweetest note I’ve ever been so lucky to read. It was on the back of a picture of an elephant, I had taken with his camera when he came to keep me sane in D.C.

-Brianna